Beating the Bush

The more I think about it, the more the Bush presidency angers me. Throughout the last 6 plus years of the Bush regime we have seen a steep decline in the state of US affairs and our reputation abroad. We are trillions and trillions of dollars in debt; due to a war we have no reason to be fight. Even now President find no fault in proposing ridiculous budgets of 3 plus trillion dollars (which, thank god, was rejected). And yet he seems to forget that our economy is on the verge of collapse, our dollar is losing value everyday, and around the world we can hear the chants of hate for Americans. Our president has dug us into a very deep hole, and there seems to be no way out. Right now, because of our nonexistent foreign policy and complete disregard of UN mandates, OPEC is threatening to pull out of the dollar and do business in the Euro. I guess President Bush should have thought about the repercussions of pissing of the Venezuelans, and, well, almost the entire Arab “brotherhood.” More than half the world blames us for a good portion of global warming and the UN has yet to forget about President Bush’s blatant disregard for dialogue and the sovereignty of the UN. All in all, we are simply broke and hated worldwide. So what are we to do? For now, we can only pray our next president does not follow in the footsteps of his (or her) predecessor and learns not to let history repeat.

Designer Babies

“‘Designer’ Babies, with Made to Order Defects?” is an argument that mainly uses an appeal to emotion and ethics to convince the reader of its views. The articles talks about the parents with disabilities choosing to have children with disabilities and the different views surrounding this. Personally, a parent with a disability that purposefully chooses a embryo to have the same disability as them is being selfish. Children, as always, can be very cruel, and having to grow up with something like dwarfism makes life so much harder for these children. Yes, parents want their children to look like them or share traits with them but there is a difference in sharing the same eye color and sharing say deafness. Parents are supposed to want the best for their children, and purposefully bringing them into this world disabled is NOT the best decision. I know I personally want my children to have the best genes possible, no matter if they are taller, better looking, or smarter than me. It’s the process of evolution at its best. Moreover, doctors should not cater to parents with such demands. Doctors are supposed to be dedicated to better health and bringing made to order disabled children into this world completely goes against this. Finally these made to order babies with more than likely have a strong opinion about why parents choose to cripple them. These children, who will never be like the majority of their peer, may very well grow to resent the doctors and their parents for giving them such a fate. I know I would.

Unseen Observer

She looks sad. She’s sitting in the shade with the tussling her gorgeous red hair. She sits with her long legs curled under her, and with her piercing green eyes focus on something far, far away. She holds a book in her hands, as if she was in the middle of reading when something tore her attention away. Something interrupts her thoughts as she gives a small jump. Ah it’s her phone. She looks down at it and contemplates for a minute before she actually answers. Within the first few seconds of her conversation, her facial expressions quickly turn resigned to angry and irritated. A few minutes later, she angrily puts her book down, gets up, and begins pacing while continuing the conversation. The “argument” quickly goes downhill as she begins yelling vehemently into the phone. Quickly as the argument began she slams her phone shut and sits back down. Her head drops into her hands, and one can tell that she is crying. After a few minutes she looks up and hastily wipes away the tears as she hears someone approaching. She quickly picks up her book and begins “reading” it. After about fifteen minutes of attempted reading, she looks like she’s given up. She stands slowly, and picks her bag up from the floor. She digs though it for a minute before finding what she was looking for: lip gloss. After a quick application she throws it back in and also puts her book in the bag. She takes another minute to find her keys before she finally stalks out of view.