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An Open Letter To Macy's

A little over 100 years ago, the RMS Titanic set sail on it's maiden voyage, which would also prove to be it's last. Those aboard came from all walks of life, ranging from rich to poor, and everything in between. One couple, sailing back home from a holiday in Europe, was Isidor and Ida Straus, co-owners of Macy's. Once the iceberg sealed the fate of the Titanic, Ida and Isidor did what many other passengers did, and made their way onto the deck and towards the lifeboats. While they were offered seats straight off due to their social standing, Isidor refused, as there were still women and children on board, and he could not bring himself to go before them. Ida followed suit, and gave her seat and coat to the couples newly hired maid. As recorded by numerous accounts, Ida bluntly stated "As we have lived, so will we die, together." Although no one knows exactly when they perished, eyewitnesses claim to have last seen the Straus' arm in arm on the de

Handmaiden's Tale was not Supposed to be a Handbook

I would first like to thank everyone for reading my recent post about my father. It meant a lot to me that so many would be moved by my thoughts and words about someone who meant so much in my life. Now though, my thoughts are clearer, my sadness has receded somewhat, and I am ready to come back into the world. Lets see what I missed... (All Rights held by The New York Times) Oh for f^@&s sake... Abortion has been a hot bed topic in America for a vast number of years. Ever since crusty old politicians realized that they could extend their grimy fingers into the lives of others, some have tried to use this power to push their own religious and personal beliefs. And while some people (ed note: Smart people) would say that a politicians place is to enforce and enact the will of the people they represent, others will chime in and say this is how it's always been done. And so, I welcome back my guest from my first post ever, Abraham Lincoln , to offer us a sage quote

Eulogy For My Father

Retrospectives are something our society seems to be slightly obsessed with. We relish the chance to look back on what was, what could have been, and how far we've come. It seems almost every awards show, sports channel, or talk show has some type of "Where are they now?" or " The Way things Used to Be" type look into the past of said program or profession. I suppose it's human nature to look back to the past and compare it to the future, but I still think it is a somewhat odd practice in this day and age, where every young person seems to be telling the older generation to get with the times, and the older one is telling the rest to respect the old ways. I understand the value of nostalgia of course, but I simply never put too much emphasis on reliving your own personal past. And then my father died. At the time of this writing, I am less than a week from turning 30 . While I have other apprehensions about turning the dirty thirty, one

Treatise on the End of the Human Race

The year is 2592, and the last of humanity has just died. She didn’t have a name. She didn’t have a place of residence. Long had humanity abandoned sedentary living places after the cataclysms that befell them. She died at the ripe old age of 43. Old for the time at least. In the past century, many barely made it to 30. She had no language; coherent words being of little use with no one to speak to. She was alone on a quiet world, devoid of almost all complex life or vegetation, scrapping by on what little food and water she could manage to obtain. Her mate had passed on nearly 2 years ago, but she had little concept of years. She knew that it was man moon cycles, and that he had gone in his sleep, never to wake up. She had no concept of an afterlife. For her, there were only two states; here, and gone. As she ventured through the desolate wastelands of which we used to roam, she regarded things she saw, but had no concept of. Old, overgrown monuments of rock and

"In Their Language, Arrows Mean Hello."

So this topic may be considered insensitive, but hear me out until the end before lighting the tiki torches. (ed note: I'm allergic to fire) Aren't tiki torches racist now? Is this worse? A couple weeks ago, a would be missionary named John Chau set out on a pilgrimage to the North Sentinel Island in the Bay of Bengal , in the Indian Ocean . He was attempting to contact the tribe to spread Christianity, and, ostensibly, convert them to followers and members of modern society. Upon arriving, he was shot at with several warning arrows and forced to leave, however, he returned later on in the week, and was no longer warned, being killed with multiple arrows on the spot. Now, I feel I don't have to tell anyone of the dire ramifications of trying to march up to people currently shooting arrows at you, but nonetheless, he did, and is no longer living due to this action. While it may sound cold, the further problems with this story will reveal why exactly I, as well as

State of Our Disunion

.... And in summation, that's how you fix all of our political and humanitarian issues. Thank you for reading for the past 2 months. This series has been a big one. Twelve blog posts. Just amazing what steady viewership and dedication will brin- .... (ed note: What do you mean they haven't been posting? What do you mean they haven't even been SAVING?! YOU MEAN I HAVEN'T BEEN ACTIVE HERE FOR 2 MONTHS?!?! MOTHE@$@^&@^@*()$)*(!^(97278^&!*(@!!!!) Well... this is awkward. It seems that my creative juices needed a pick me up. Yeah. That's what I'll go with. Lets get onto the post. It's about one of my favorite topics: sadness and misery in the world! Yaaaay! ... I need a drink.... 52 Shirley Temples later. So for those who have been living under a rock, or at least have the better sense to not listen to ANY news nowadays, a several thousand people strong caravan of refugees and immigrants has slowly been making its way across Central American