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1984 To be seen or to be left in silence

The real question is was George Orwell right about the future? I would have to say that he was not completely right about the upcoming future but some of the things that he mentioned and talked about in his novel have lead me to believe

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Posted by on December 4, 2012 in Beyond 1984




To watch a video about naturalism, go here please…

It is said that naturalism is a metaphysical theory that holds that all phenomena can be explained mechanistically in terms of natural causes and laws. But also just the term naturalism itself describes a type of literature that attempts to apply scientific principles of objectivity and detachment to its study of human beings. Unlike realism, which focuses of literary technique, naturalism implies a philosophical position.

“About once or twice every month I engage in public debates with those whose pressing need it is to woo and to win the approval of supernatural beings. Very often, when I give my view that there is no supernatural dimension, and certainly not one that is only or especially available to the faithful, and that the natural world is wonderful enough—and even miraculous enough if you insist—I attract pitying looks and anxious questions. How, in that case, I am asked, do I find meaning and purpose in life? How does a mere and gross materialist, with no expectation of a life to come, decide what, if anything, is worth caring about?”

Posted by on November 1, 2012 in Thomas More's Utopia


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It is a good day to die 

Summertime comes easy to this flattened field
outside Gettysburg,
the sight of Pickett and his charge,

I have come back for one last defense,
of that clump of trees known as Cemetery Ridge,
where me and my boys, some seventy years before,
of Cushing’s battery
defended this Union soil
against that suicidal yet beautiful charge

of those yellin Virginians,
who got it with full master from my canon
at point blank range!

My lord the rush of blood, I have dreamed about it every night sense,
heads and bodies a flaying,
it was a slaughter unimaginable,
but still they kept comin,

my artillery got so hot that day,
we couldn’t touch it with our hands,
we poured water and dirt over the blazing cast iron,
trying to cool her down for once last

but still they kept comin.

I am today an old, old man, and this is my
last trip to the Gettysburg flank,

what remains of me and the Army of the Potomac
will defend the Ridge one last time for the Park Service,
cameras, and even President Roosevelt,

the Virginians today are old like me,
but still they hope to charge one last time,

among the bivouac of the dead,

I have heard Bierce and Chamberlain will be here,
along with Pickett and Longstreet,
Armistead, and that proud peacock Stuart,

although Jeb is late again as usual,
caught in traffic somewhere around Hagerstown,
gosh, you think he would have known,

There are twenty survivors of Cushing’s battery,
ten from the southern side,

Here they came, someone shouts, don’t shoot until
you see the white of their eyes!

our commander says in playful surprise,

and still they keep comin,
but today I am not afraid,
for I am ready to die,
I lived a good life,
my family is as sturdy as a oak
it is a good day to die,

that all too familiar pain in my chest
has come with today,
I do not reach for my heart pills,
let my death keep a comin,

I see the Virginians in front of me now,
old men in misfitting uniforms, their hearing aids
tangle like medals,

there is one last thing I must do,
before I leave this earthly battlefield,

I must hug my enemy, one last time,
to bid him an Ashton farewell,
then, I am square with the rebels,

fallin to the warm Gettysburg ground,
my heart has failed me this I know for sure,

in that haze between earth and the afterlife,
they all stand before me,

the famous and not so well known,
they smile and hug me,

welcome home, young fella,
here’s a glass of brandy,

welcome into heaven,
but this much you should know,

there are no enemies here,
and killing is forbidden,

for all of us are like you,
we did our time on earth,
and today is our victory plan,

just keep them a comin,
on death’s welcoming door.

William “Wild Bill” Taylor




The main reason for me to choose this particular poem about the civil war was because the symbolism of the poem. What i mean is that in this poem William Taylor explains how someone would feel if they felt as though they had nothing left to live for. As in his words Taylor says that all he can think about is seeing the whites of the virginians eyes so that he can kill them and put them in the ground but before he risks his life he wants to hug the enemy b/c in the end he knows that they all are the same.. and they he is not afraid to dye for the United States and for his people. i don’t really understand why you would not be afraid to dye… 



Posted by on November 16, 2011 in Civil War Poetry



Here is an English translation of the Philippine pledge:

“I love the Philippines.

It is the land of my birth;
It is the home of my people.

It protects me and helps me to be strong, happy and useful.

In return I will heed the counsel of my parents;
I will obey the rules of my school;
I will perform the duties of a patriotic, law-abiding citizen.

I will serve my country unselfishly and faithfully.

I will be a true Filipino in truth, in words and deed.”

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Posted by on September 25, 2011 in Pledges