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How to shut down any anti-gun control argument
I recently had to listen to the uneducated blithering of a conservative colleague in my high school concerning gun control. I’m going to call him Rudy for the sake of keeping his privacy. In it, he claims that “gun free zones aren’t effective and shouldn’t exist-except for schools.” He says that “criminals don’t follow the law,” and “certain states that enacted gun control on AR-15s saw no significant drop in gun violence,” and more similar pieces of Republican propaganda. Well, Rudy, let me stop you right there; Where’s your justification on whether an area should be a gun fr
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A Peaceful Nation: Chapter 2
Jan. 3 2018 Ezekiel’s dreams came to an abrupt end when he heard something ringing from the other side of the bed. Rubbing his eyes, then carefully reaching over his girlfriend so he didn’t wake her, he grabbed his phone from the nightstand and accepted the call. “Hello?” He said, still in the process of coming to. “Ezekiel!” A man said in a deep voice. “I need you to get dressed. There’s a meeting in forty-five minutes, and I need you there.” It was Gregory Redface, the head of the California Sun, and Ezekiel’s boss. Redface was a tall, large, middle aged man, whose beard made up f
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A Peaceful Nation: Chapter 1
Jan. 2 2018 The weather was cold, the fields were white, and the spirit of a new year filled the air. Ezekiel Williams was heading back home after spending the week with his family in Michigan. He visited them to celebrate Christmas and the New Year annually, but it was time to go back home to California. Ezekiel was twenty-three years old, African American in ethnicity, in shape and newly graduated from Concord Law School in San Francisco. He was on his own in the world, but he already had landed a job with the California Sun, probably one of the most popular media corporation in the state, if not the nation. Right now, as he boarded his pla
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A Peaceful Nation: Prologue
Ezekiel had been running for days. Until now, when he tripped over a tree root. He grunted. He tried moving his ankle, but it made a painful cracking noise. It was probably broken. He leaned back against the trunk of the tree, into a more comfortable position. This was it. All the running he had done, every escape he had made in the last eight years, was absolutely fruitless. It all lead up to now. He had nothing to really live for anyway. They always found him, and he always ran away, and then they found him again. But this time he wasn’t getting out of it. Perhaps the reason he was giving up was because he was just tired. Tired of liv
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How to shut down any anti-gun control argument
I recently had to listen to the uneducated blithering of a conservative colleague in my high school concerning gun control. I’m going to call him Rudy for the sake of keeping his privacy. In it, he claims that “gun free zones aren’t effective and shouldn’t exist-except for schools.” He says that “criminals don’t follow the law,” and “certain states that enacted gun control on AR-15s saw no significant drop in gun violence,” and more similar pieces of Republican propaganda. Well, Rudy, let me stop you right there; Where’s your justification on whether an area should be a gun fr
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A Peaceful Nation: Chapter 2
Jan. 3 2018 Ezekiel’s dreams came to an abrupt end when he heard something ringing from the other side of the bed. Rubbing his eyes, then carefully reaching over his girlfriend so he didn’t wake her, he grabbed his phone from the nightstand and accepted the call. “Hello?” He said, still in the process of coming to. “Ezekiel!” A man said in a deep voice. “I need you to get dressed. There’s a meeting in forty-five minutes, and I need you there.” It was Gregory Redface, the head of the California Sun, and Ezekiel’s boss. Redface was a tall, large, middle aged man, whose beard made up f
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Taking a Knee
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A Peaceful Nation: Chapter 1
Jan. 2 2018 The weather was cold, the fields were white, and the spirit of a new year filled the air. Ezekiel Williams was heading back home after spending the week with his family in Michigan. He visited them to celebrate Christmas and the New Year annually, but it was time to go back home to California. Ezekiel was twenty-three years old, African American in ethnicity, in shape and newly graduated from Concord Law School in San Francisco. He was on his own in the world, but he already had landed a job with the California Sun, probably one of the most popular media corporation in the state, if not the nation. Right now, as he boarded his pla
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A Peaceful Nation: Prologue
Ezekiel had been running for days. Until now, when he tripped over a tree root. He grunted. He tried moving his ankle, but it made a painful cracking noise. It was probably broken. He leaned back against the trunk of the tree, into a more comfortable position. This was it. All the running he had done, every escape he had made in the last eight years, was absolutely fruitless. It all lead up to now. He had nothing to really live for anyway. They always found him, and he always ran away, and then they found him again. But this time he wasn’t getting out of it. Perhaps the reason he was giving up was because he was just tired. Tired of liv
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I hope you had a Happy Birthday, SpookWriter. ^^
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You are welcome, dude. B-)
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Happy Birthday dude! :D