Richard Bradley
English 102
Chad Helder
November 29, 2008
No Fence Against Mexico
Our border with Mexico has become an ongoing problem, with drug trafficking, terrorism, and illegal immigration being the main concerns. Some people believe that building a fence in-between the American and Mexican border is the only way to deter illegal immigrants, drug traffickers, and terrorists form entering our country. Others however do not agree. I believe that a fence will not do any thing to solve the above problems and will only cause detrimental harm to the environment and will cause the deaths of even more illegal immigrants.
Lets fist look at terrorism. Terrorist, unlike illegal Mexican immigrants, are very intelligent. Yes, they are vary evil people but that does not make them stupid. The thought that a fence is going to keep them out of are country is very ignorant. Terrorist prefer getting into our country legally, Maybe come over for a wile take a few flight lessons from us. It is hard even impossible at times to tell who wants to commit a terrorist act against us, even our own citizens have been known to. This is why they simply walk across are borders legally or even flight to our country. The thought that a fence will do any thing to stop them is just ridiculous, if anything it just gives them more reason to hate us.
Drug traffickers on the other hand are more likely to be deterred by the fence, I will even agree that is will stop drug trafficking vehicles from driving across the boarder. I still however think that it will have no, or at least little impact on the amount of drugs trafficked from South America and Mexico into the U.S.. Drugs are one of Americas most profitable industries, there is a high demand so the cast is high. This means that the profits of the drug traffickers are very high. Since there is a high demand and a high profit to be had drugs will undoubtedly still enter our country. What is to stop one car in america from meeting a car at the border fence and simply switching the drugs from one car to the other, or fighting them over, or even using a submarine. A sub may sound un likely but They have been used and have been very effective. It is just obvious that drugs are not going to stop entering our country simply because they are to profitable and if there is a demand for them there will always be a supplier.
Illegal immigrants are the main reason the fence is being built. There are a huge amount of them that enter across are border every year, but will a fence really stop these people? Even deter them? I think not. The people crossing the boarder are relentless, one woman, in the CQ researcher article, was caught six times before she finally got in. Also, it is a fence get a ladder, a rope, even a pogo stick or a shovel and climb or jump over it or dig under it. Yes a fence just is not that hard to get past not to mention they are not even putting the fence across the hole boarder. Since the fence is not along the whole boarder the Mexicans will try to pass where there is no fence. This will cause higher deaths among the illegal immigrants being that the only unfenced parts are where it is so dangerous to pass you will must likely die. Sure there crossing illegally but do they deserve to die for wanting a better life for there families? I don’t think so.
The fence will also cause great harm the environment it is being build through. Although it is very easy for humans to get across the fence many animals can not. The fence will block many native species from their natural yearly migrations. This could cause low birth rates and death among these species. The fence will also block many animals from getting to local watering holes.
Over all the fence is an inadequate solution to very complex problems. The solution to these problems are not going to be as simple as a fence. It is going to take many programs, laws, and steeper punishments to solve the boarder problem at hand.
Monday, December 1, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Prose Poems
Prose Poems
Tragedy Consumes
There is a cat on the side of the road. The girl cries as as it crosses the road and is massacred like a bug under the foot of a huge man. The man strolls on as if the bug is of no worldly value. The girl is then consumed by the world Like the insides of the bug by the flying sparrow.
Every Thing Gets Flushed
The fish wonders as it spirals down the swirling white porcelain bowl as the rat waits at the bottom in the sewer. The cow slattered for your dinner. The beef is then ground up and placed in your mouth. Only latter to end up in the swirling white porcelain bowl to swim in the ocean with the fish.
The American Dream
Drowns walking the streats. Wasted live sitting in small cubes, only going free when alowed, this is there life. Like a Hamster in a small plastic cage, the break room his wheel, the chamber he sleeps in at the end of a long plastic tube like their apartment at the end of a subway tunnel. This is the life they live. Drown to their society.
Tragedy Consumes
There is a cat on the side of the road. The girl cries as as it crosses the road and is massacred like a bug under the foot of a huge man. The man strolls on as if the bug is of no worldly value. The girl is then consumed by the world Like the insides of the bug by the flying sparrow.
Every Thing Gets Flushed
The fish wonders as it spirals down the swirling white porcelain bowl as the rat waits at the bottom in the sewer. The cow slattered for your dinner. The beef is then ground up and placed in your mouth. Only latter to end up in the swirling white porcelain bowl to swim in the ocean with the fish.
The American Dream
Drowns walking the streats. Wasted live sitting in small cubes, only going free when alowed, this is there life. Like a Hamster in a small plastic cage, the break room his wheel, the chamber he sleeps in at the end of a long plastic tube like their apartment at the end of a subway tunnel. This is the life they live. Drown to their society.
Intellectual and Personal....?
Math is the basis of the world. The fundamental thing that all is based off of. If you build a house you use math if you spend money you use math. Math is even found in places you would never suspect to find it, take for example a bouquet. A perfect bouquet will never have two or ten flowers nor eight or even sixteen. There will always be an odd number of flowers to make the bouquet pleasing to the eye. Yes no matter how much people hate math, and some really despise it, it is always there. Skiing is a sport consumed by math, it may not seem this way, but it is found in almost every aspect of the sport. From the design of the skis to the way the courses are laid out even the position of the body when a turn is made.
When a ski is designed there are many aspects to be thought of, the flex, dimensions, radius, camber. boot center and length. All of these aspects are math related. For example the dimensions and the radius are directly related and depending on the use intended for the ski are always quite different. If a ski is to be use to slalom race it will have a very tight radius meaning that the curvature on the ski edge is very extreme.
Still in progress...
When a ski is designed there are many aspects to be thought of, the flex, dimensions, radius, camber. boot center and length. All of these aspects are math related. For example the dimensions and the radius are directly related and depending on the use intended for the ski are always quite different. If a ski is to be use to slalom race it will have a very tight radius meaning that the curvature on the ski edge is very extreme.
Still in progress...
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
White Pass
It was the same as any Friday; sitting in a car, a Volkswagen of course, yes flicka was sitting on the dash, Ricky driving with mittens in the cold car, and we were on are way to white pass. It is not always the same car or same road.
Some times we even travel in Georges 69 bus packed with kids wearing strange close, because up there it doesn’t matter who you are or what you wear up there. The bus is the best though no belt buckles a bed in the back, as seen in the picture there is a Nintendo, old school, in the back that we play on the TV on the way. It is a familiar drive to me being that I’ve done it literally hundreds of times, every Friday that there is skiing to be had or even on a school day if it happened to snow a foot or two the night before.
When we hit Packwood we would stop and stay the night at The Cabin. It is cold when you first get inside and a fire is the first thing to do. We sit around playing card games or watching ski movies to get ready for the next day, listening to the crackling of the wood in the fire place as it gets hotter and hotter. What ever we do and who ever is there for the night it is always a good time, I mean tomorrow will be the best day of your life, it always is when you go to White Pass.
The next morning you wake up at the ungodly hour of seven, usually hung over from the night before, cold as the fire went out hours ago but its ok for the view on the way up. Gorgeous trees and mountains only further accentuated by the rising sun. Just depending on the driver the ride up could be half the fun of the day, snow and ice on the road. Watching all the gapers (public) try to drive in the snow passing them going 40 while they practically stand still.
Then you round that last corner, a long left hand turn, come over the crest of the hill and there it is, heaven. The big sign standing twenty feet tall Screams at you, White Pass. You unpack you things and hit the lodge to get ready.
When you get in side you sit in the same area you always do surrounded by every one you know, some times there are as many as 30 or more of us getting ready, blocking the line to the espresso as we consume this corner of the lodge, are corner. Just waiting for Louie to tell us to clear a path to the espresso for the public and try to convince a few of us to work in the morning, neither of the two ever happen. We sit and wait just hoping that the Pepsi clock will soon say 8:45 so we can hit the lift.
Then your there you and three other people sitting on a cold piece of black foam just waiting to get to the top. The first ride up, although in only takes five minutes, seems to take a life time but again, as it was on the drive up, its worth it for the view. Beautiful evergreens surrounded by the whitest snow you have ever seen, If your lucky the snow on the trees is being blown off by a gentle wind and looks like silver glitter as it passes through the rays of sun light.
Then what you have been waiting for forever, your skis hit the snow at the top of the lift and your there. The only thing left to do now is forget about everything and ski.
Some times we even travel in Georges 69 bus packed with kids wearing strange close, because up there it doesn’t matter who you are or what you wear up there. The bus is the best though no belt buckles a bed in the back, as seen in the picture there is a Nintendo, old school, in the back that we play on the TV on the way. It is a familiar drive to me being that I’ve done it literally hundreds of times, every Friday that there is skiing to be had or even on a school day if it happened to snow a foot or two the night before.
When we hit Packwood we would stop and stay the night at The Cabin. It is cold when you first get inside and a fire is the first thing to do. We sit around playing card games or watching ski movies to get ready for the next day, listening to the crackling of the wood in the fire place as it gets hotter and hotter. What ever we do and who ever is there for the night it is always a good time, I mean tomorrow will be the best day of your life, it always is when you go to White Pass.
The next morning you wake up at the ungodly hour of seven, usually hung over from the night before, cold as the fire went out hours ago but its ok for the view on the way up. Gorgeous trees and mountains only further accentuated by the rising sun. Just depending on the driver the ride up could be half the fun of the day, snow and ice on the road. Watching all the gapers (public) try to drive in the snow passing them going 40 while they practically stand still.
Then you round that last corner, a long left hand turn, come over the crest of the hill and there it is, heaven. The big sign standing twenty feet tall Screams at you, White Pass. You unpack you things and hit the lodge to get ready.
When you get in side you sit in the same area you always do surrounded by every one you know, some times there are as many as 30 or more of us getting ready, blocking the line to the espresso as we consume this corner of the lodge, are corner. Just waiting for Louie to tell us to clear a path to the espresso for the public and try to convince a few of us to work in the morning, neither of the two ever happen. We sit and wait just hoping that the Pepsi clock will soon say 8:45 so we can hit the lift.
Then your there you and three other people sitting on a cold piece of black foam just waiting to get to the top. The first ride up, although in only takes five minutes, seems to take a life time but again, as it was on the drive up, its worth it for the view. Beautiful evergreens surrounded by the whitest snow you have ever seen, If your lucky the snow on the trees is being blown off by a gentle wind and looks like silver glitter as it passes through the rays of sun light.
Then what you have been waiting for forever, your skis hit the snow at the top of the lift and your there. The only thing left to do now is forget about everything and ski.
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