thoughts to devour.
 

 

 
Satire Reflection

          I chose to address the problem of the bias justice system in America because it is a serious problem. Every citizen of America should be treated equally, no matter their status, or the amount of money they possess. The American justice system has become warped by this, and therefore, is no longer just. This is a major problem because we cannot fully trust our judicial system as we should, because it will not yield the same judgments for people who have committed similar crimes. The satirical argument I will make is that the judicial system of America is right no matter what they decide, because we are too blind to see for ourselves that these sentences are harsh and morally wrong. The people or my audience I expect to receive this message are all of the people in America, because everyone is aware of the special treatments that celebrities get.

          I chose to write an article because I would really be able to relay my message via print because it is easier for me to write and prove my opinion. My response effectively satirizes my issue because my article pokes fun at the American judicial system’s inability to effectively issue proper sentences to criminals. I used a number of elements of humor, the whole article happened to be irony, I also used oxymoron and juxtapositions.

 
Designer Drugs in my Designer Bag:

Justice in the Courtroom

Atlanta , GA. Thursday, March 03, 2011:  The judicial system of the United States is the most idyllic justice system in the world, the judges and jury of the courtroom thoroughly overview each case that is presented to them, and issue out the fair sentences to every single citizen of America that is convicted of a crime.

            For instance, the New York Times posted an article about a twenty-four year old man named Angel Alvarez, who got into a fight with an armed gentleman. Alvarez wrestled the gun away from the other man in an “attempt to save his life”, when the police arrived, they saw that Alvarez was armed and dangerous, and shot him twenty four times. The police officers had done a wonderful job, justice, however, had not been served. Later, the deceased Angel Alvarez was charged with criminal possession of a gun, & “At his arraignment on Monday he was ordered held without bail” (Eligon).

The point guard for the Wizards, Gilbert Arenas, brought four loaded guns to locker room of a stadium in Washington D.C. He was sentenced to a month in a halfway home a $5,000 fine and probation.

Tip Harris, was charged with criminal possession of an arsenal of guns, his original sentence was 10 years in jail and $250,000 bail. After accepting a plea bargain, his sentence was reduced to a year and a day.

Both Harris & Arenas were left alive.

Everett McIntosh is an average man, he likes to party. But one day he got a little too drunk, and accidentally on purpose got into the wrong car. At least, that’s how his attorney described it. Nevertheless, attempting to steal a car and DUI is illegal; McIntosh was sentenced to six years in prison and five years’ probation for his evil actions.

DMX, a famous rapper, did something similar, he attempted to steal a car; he also was charged with impersonation of a federal officer, criminal possession of a weapon, possession of cocaine and, DUI. He was sentenced to 70 days in jail.

            Curtis Sheppard, a man with a criminal past, was sentenced to 50 years in prison after police officers found cocaine in his possession.

Lindsay Lohan, also an individual with a criminal past, was sentenced with one day in jail after officers found cocaine in her possession. After 84 minutes, Lohan was released by officers for ‘good behavior’.

            Finally, Freddie Williams was given seven years in prison for possession of a half a pound of marijuana & the intent to distribute.

            Fabolous, a famous rapper was charged with criminal possession of drugs, and 500 pounds of marijuana, since he did not plan to distribute the marijuana like Mr. Williams, he got no jail time. (Also because he's fabulous!)

            The list of criminals that commit these horrible crimes goes on and on, but as long as we have our just judicial system, we, as fair American people, can thank our lucky stars.

            The Miller Room News Gazette

           

           

           

            

 
    The cake was delicious, Tita is a marvelous cook. This is why I don't understand why everyone is throwing it up. Of all my years cooking and baking, never once have I seen a few tears ruin a cake.
    I can't watch them vomit, its making me whoozy. I think I'll wait in my room for a while. Ah, today was so beautiful! If only the cake wouldn't have made everyone sick...
     I remember my fiance`: his long black hair and bronze skin. I even have a picture, right here, yes, here he is; my beautiful fiance`.
    We were standing together under the bridge where we first met; his arm was wrapped around me, & we both smiled a smile that only lovers could posses. The sun did him no justice - he seemed to shine all on his own.
    My head is starting to hurt - I think there are some leaves around here somewhere to ease the pain. Ah, here they are. I think I'll lay down for a little bit too, I feel light headed.
    Ah, I could stare at my love forever. I hope I will be able to keep this picture until I die, I want it to be the last thing I see before I go into the sky.
    Oh, the memories are wonderful, but I musn't lay here forever. I should probably see about Tita and see what is wrong with the cake, Rosaura's probably very upset, I should check on her too...
 
The story of Pig M. Eon is similar to Pygmalion. In the ancient myth, Pygmalion is a sculptor who creates the most beautiful sculptures. Unfortunately, he cannot find a lady that he loves. One day, he makes the most beautiful sculpture of a woman, that he wishes it were alive so that he and it would be in love with each other. The goddess Venus, hears his request and decides to make it come true. They live happily ever after. Like Pygmalion, Pig M. Eon is skilled at creating things, as he is a mad scientist. But he has no friend to bask in the glory with. So he decides to make one, like Pygmalion's sculpture. They have fun, and for a funny twist at the end, it turns out that Mr. Pig Male Eon didn't create his friend at all, he just hired one. :/
 
The eagle comes again today,
When the sun is highest in the sky.
Beads of sweat roll down my face,
Stinging my immortal eyes.

Every time I hear his piercing screech, he spreads his deadly talons wide,
I think about my one mistake,
That makes him attack my side.
I blessed them with this gift & immediately they abused it.
From cooking food to killing each other;
I regret it all.

I should’ve left them in the dark, the only fire they need is from the Sun.
It’s too late now; I’ve made my mistake,
What’s done is done.

I wince in pain, the eagle gives no mercy.
I continue to regret my decision.
I close my eyes as I listen to the tearing of my flesh,
I hear the bellow of flames in the earth below me,
I hear the screams of man below.

They kill themselves.

I open my eyes,
and watch the eagle's proud plumage
carry him to the horizon with my liver.
I see my blood gushing,
a rushing crimson river

It slows to a trickle & my wound heals.
I take a deep breath as I wait for the sun
& the eagle’s terrorizing squeals.

 
 Sundiata was the son of a king, but unlike other boys, he couldn't walk. After years of humiliation, he and his mother lived in a little hut, away from everyone so she wouldn't have to be ridiculed all of the time. Sundiata was content with his life, and was ignorant to his mother's harassment ans frustration. One day, a rude woman was making fun of Sundiata and his mother, and he heard this. When Sundiata found out that hi mother felt embarrassed by him, he decided to do something about it. He stood up and walked past a crowd of people with the aid of an iron bar, ripped a tree out of the ground, and set it in front of his mother's hut, so she wouldn't have to walk to go & get leaves from the tree. Sundiata proved every person wrong about his condition, and because he did that, he was respected. I found a story similar to this, in a Sports Illustrated magazine. It is about a boy who was born paralyzed, just like Sundiata. One day, he saw boys running a charity race & told his father that he wanted to do the same. Out of determination, his father decided that he would carry his son through a race. That was many decades ago. The father & son have been running marathons, triathlons, and races ever since. Dick says he does this, so that he can give his son Rick, the feeling of being a normal boy. Rick Hoyt, is similar to Sundiata because he has defeated the odds, despite what doctors and family have said to him and
*****
June 20, 2005

Strongest Dad In The World Rick Reilly

I try to be a good father. Give my kids mulligans. Work nights to pay for their text messaging. Take them to swimsuit shoots.

But compared with Dick Hoyt, I suck.

Eighty-five times he's pushed his disabled son, Rick, 26.2 miles in marathons. Eight times he's not only pushed him 26.2 miles in a wheelchair but also towed him 2.4 miles in a dinghy while swimming and pedaled him 112 miles in a seat on the handlebars--all in the same day.

Dick's also pulled him cross-country skiing, taken him on his back mountain climbing and once hauled him across the U.S. on a bike. Makes taking your son bowling look a little lame, right?

And what has Rick done for his father? Not much--except save his life.

This love story began in Winchester, Mass., 43 years ago, when Rick was strangled by the umbilical cord during birth, leaving him brain-damaged and unable to control his limbs.

"He'll be a vegetable the rest of his life," Dick says doctors told him and his wife, Judy, when Rick was nine months old. "Put him in an institution."

But the Hoyts weren't buying it. They noticed the way Rick's eyes followed them around the room. When Rick was 11 they took him to the engineering department at Tufts University and asked if there was anything to help the boy communicate. "No way," Dick says he was told. "There's nothing going on in his brain."

"Tell him a joke," Dick countered. They did. Rick laughed. Turns out a lot was going on in his brain.

Rigged up with a computer that allowed him to control the cursor by touching a switch with the side of his head, Rick was finally able to communicate. First words? "Go Bruins!" And after a high school classmate was paralyzed in an accident and the school organized a charity run for him, Rick pecked out, "Dad, I want to do that."


Yeah, right. How was Dick, a self-described "porker" who never ran more than a mile at a time, going to push his son five miles? Still, he tried. "Then it was me who was handicapped," Dick says. "I was sore for two weeks."

That day changed Rick's life. "Dad," he typed, "when we were running, it felt like I wasn't disabled anymore!"

And that sentence changed Dick's life. He became obsessed with giving Rick that feeling as often as he could. He got into such hard-belly shape that he and Rick were ready to try the 1979 Boston Marathon.

"No way," Dick was told by a race official. The Hoyts weren't quite a single runner, and they weren't quite a wheelchair competitor. For a few years Dick and Rick just joined the massive field and ran anyway, then they found a way to get into the race officially: In 1983 they ran another marathon so fast they made the qualifying time for Boston the following year.

Then somebody said, "Hey, Dick, why not a triathlon?"

How's a guy who never learned to swim and hadn't ridden a bike since he was six going to haul his 110-pound kid through a triathlon? Still, Dick tried.

Now they've done 212 triathlons, including four grueling 15-hour Ironmans in Hawaii. It must be a buzzkill to be a 25-year-old stud getting passed by an old guy towing a grown man in a dinghy, don't you think?

Hey, Dick, why not see how you'd do on your own? "No way," he says. Dick does it purely for "the awesome feeling" he gets seeing Rick with a cantaloupe smile as they run, swim and ride together.

This year, at ages 65 and 43, Dick and Rick finished their 24th Boston Marathon, in 5,083rd place out of more than 20,000 starters. Their best time? Two hours, 40 minutes in 1992--only 35 minutes off the world record, which, in case you don't keep track of these things, happens to be held by a guy who was not pushing another man in a wheelchair at the time.

"No question about it," Rick types. "My dad is the Father of the Century."


And Dick got something else out of all this too. Two years ago he had a mild heart attack during a race. Doctors found that one of his arteries was 95% clogged. "If you hadn't been in such great shape," one doctor told him, "you probably would've died 15 years ago."

So, in a way, Dick and Rick saved each other's life.

Rick, who has his own apartment (he gets home care) and works in Boston, and Dick, retired from the military and living in Holland, Mass., always find ways to be together. They give speeches around the country and compete in some backbreaking race every weekend, including this Father's Day.

That night, Rick will buy his dad dinner, but the thing he really wants to give him is a gift he can never buy.

"The thing I'd most like," Rick types, "is that my dad sit in the chair and I push him once."

 To see a photo gallery of Dick and Rick Hoyt, go to SI.com/teamhoyt. If you have a comment for Rick Reilly, send it to [email protected].

 





 
Over and Over
A Review of Passing for Normal: A Memoir of Compulsion by Amy Wilensky
You are reading my review of this book, and as you read, you
read every word, because that’s the only way to fully understand what this
review is about. However, Amy Wilensky could only read every sixth word in
this paper, six times. This compulsion, and the many others that she had
developed, affected every aspect of her everyday life. Passing for Normal
is a memoir of the author’s experience with OCD and Tourette’s. At a young
age Amy realized that the compulsions and twitches she did wasn’t her
fault. She says, “I know more than ever how unconnected the ritual is with
anything at all, let alone my personal safety or happiness or success”
(Wilensky 91). When she figured this out, she understood that nothing was
wrong with her; rather, something was affecting her. Even though it takes
her many years to find out she has OCD and Tourette’s, this quote
foreshadows Amy’s drive to find out what’s wrong with her. For a long time,
Wilensky’s ‘tics’ proved to be a catharsis and helped to placate her when
she felt stressed or angry. Her friends thought these ‘tics’ added to her
panache, thinking she was just a quirky little girl. She finally learns
that she has these diseases as a young adult, she receives treatment and
feels liberated enough to really live her life.
Just as Wilensky moved on in her life, one of my goals is to move on
in mine. Her success, in getting treatment gave her happiness and a feeling
of security. My goal- of getting a job- will also give me happiness and a
feeling of security. Some obstacles I know I will face are my age, and
school, which will only allow me to work for the summer. From the book, I
know that I can overcome these simple obstacles, if I also find a friend my
age who has a job, or is looking, can help me with my goal. In the book,
Wilensky meets Bryant in college; he also has OCD and Tourette’s. They
become congenial friends, and help eachother with getting treatment for
their diseases. Getting a job makes me a little trepid, but another section
of this book inspires me not to be afraid, when Amy goes to her first TSA
meeting. She thought it would be full of crazy people, until she recognized
a movie producer at the meeting, she said, “I was surprised and secretly
comforted to find Lowell mingling with the like of us” (Wilensky 28). This
sighting of a successful person helps Wilensky understand that OCD and
Tourette’s doesn’t have to completely hinder her life.
This book was very interesting; the structure was in chronological
order, the chapters’ dividing up different events of Wilensky’s life until
she received treatment for her diseases. The beginning and end of the book
connects in that they compare with eachother. You can see from the
beginning how bad Wilensky’s compulsions were, and at the end, how she got
treatment for hers, and even her father, I laud the book for its vivid
descriptions, it was also a very cogent book; it used a lot of large words.
However, there were some weaknesses, it was verbose, and many ideas were
restated.
I also like the facts that were included in this book, one of which
stated that the British Medical Journal believed that Mozart may have had
Tourette’s, he was often seen leaping, twirling, and he loved nonsense
words. Howard Hughes, a famous Hollywood producer, who produced Scarface
and Hell’s Angels, was afraid of germs for most of his life, and wouldn’t
touch anything.
In conclusion, this book was very inspiring. People should care
because a person with OCD and Tourette’s was able to sit down and write a
book. This really inspires me, considering how crippling these diseases can
be. I would recommend this book to some of my friends, because I know it
would inspire them too. In lieu to the first sentence of my review, I’m
sure that Wilensky would be able to read every word of this essay, and
she’d be proud.
 
Imagine you are in class, and you are listening to the teacher. While you are taking notes, you hear one of your classmates scream obscenities across the room, and when you look up, you notice other classmates twitching and contorting involuntarily. All the while, your teacher keeps talking, like nothing ever happened. This is how Amy’s first meeting went for people who suffered from OCD and Tourette syndrome.  The biggest difference is that Amy’s meeting was a catharsis for her, to be around people just like her, seeing how some lived normal lives, with good jobs; while others have a hard time accepting themselves. The book describes Amy’s disease in a new way, she came to understand her ‘tics’ weren’t normal, and the worse the got, the harder it became to hide from her family- especially her father, who looked at her in disgust when she had an episode- and friends.

In my opinion, this book is more interesting than I thought it would be. I like how descriptive Wilensky is, even when describing the most diminutive things. The book also gives an insight into OCD and Tourettes, diseases that aren’t very common. The only thing I don’t like, is how her father treated her when she had an episode, instead of trying to help, he called her crazy, imitated her and even sent her looks of disgust.

So far, the book is exploring Amy’s adventure to accept who she is. After the first meeting, where she meet a filmmaker and a doctor, she understands that she doesn’t have to hide, and that she shouldn’t be ashamed, because it’s not her fault that she has this disease. I think a proper theme to describe this is don’t be concerned with what other people say or think about you. An example, is how inspired she became when she learned that the filmmaker at the meeting didn’t hide like she did, he went out and pursued his dream. She had even seen one of his documentaries, and was surprised to see him among other OCD sufferers.

I think that I will enjoy the rest of this book, not only because it is different, but its inspiring in its own way; teaching people to accept who they are, but not to be hindered by it, but instead, work around it and pursue your dreams.