Getting to read articles in Editor & Publisher has been a great learning experience for me as of late. Today, in the May 2008 edition, I got absorbed in the "Going Mobile" article about mobile journalists. They work out of their cars most of the time, being on the go all day long instead of being in an office. As the article said, there are drawbacks. The main one being that you can't bounce ideas and whatnot off of someone if you aren't in a newsroom. And having someone there to help you with a story is always a wonderful and fulfilling experience.
Of course, I would love to be a mobile journalist for the simple fact that I wouldn't have to be in a newsroom all day and I could publish the information immediately onto a site or blog. We're in an age where we want the news as fast as we can get it and local news coverage for a town the size of Andalusia isn't every good. Sure, we make the news on a few rare occasions, but WSFA and WAKA aren't local stations to us. And our local stations are very poor indeed, if we still have them.
I was skimming the Editor & Publisher website for the link, which of course has to be paid for in the case of the mentioned article above, when I came across an article about journalism and how you have to pretty much do it for the love of it and not the money. Journalists, no matter how renowned or Pulitzer worthy, never get paid enough for the brilliant ideas they come up with.
Right now, I could toss out about three ideas that would more than likely be good and brilliant stories, but no one would ever go after them. So I might as well list them here.
The first one, involves much investigative reporting. The hospitals here are known for how badly they treat patients, so the article would surround finding out about those facts and how many of the doctors are under investigation or have pending lawsuits against them, as well as the hospital. I know it would be a great investigative peace, but there aren't any reporters here who would take the chance on that one. Not even me. The hospital pays this newspaper way too much money to go and air out all that dirty laundry.
The second one would be all the impending cases of sexual abuse. Of course we run stories on those all the time, but I would do a series here with the children in these cases. Let the community see these children if the parents will let it happen. And then do another piece on the pedophiles themselves, focusing on what drives them to do this to children and keep doing it until they are caught and incarcerated.
The third idea was an idea I had a while back, but no one took me up on it. I would do a series on each pre-school here in this town. Give an overall picture of how it is run and what kinds of things are different at each one. Parents would have a better knowledge of where they are sending their kids and what they are paying for when they do.
Watching shows like Smallville and movies like One Fine Day or Never Been Kissed have always been inspirational. Undercover reporting has always been something that I would love to do, but know I will never have the chance to do. I know it has to be a rush, getting the scoop and being there when something goes down. You have to have nerves of steel to do a job like that and just watching it on shows and movies makes me want to do something worth while to get that Pulitzer prize.
Remembering the written road
Friday, May 2, 2008
After reading an editorial in the last AUM paper for the semester, I decided it was time to rediscover through this blog how I came to be a writer.
I suppose inside my own head I've always been a writer. I remember when I was seven, we had to write a book and put it together with pictures for the school library. It wasn't very good and the drawings were barely better than stick figures, but I wrote a complete story at that age. The only thing I really remember about it is that I wrote it about my Aunt Vivian and finding my way to her house.
While I didn't like to read what I was supposed to in elementary school, I remember fondly how my mother would read to me when I was younger. One of my fondest memories of her was the first time she read the fairytale "Little One Eye, Little Two Eyes, Little Three Eyes" to me. I know the whole tale isn't as fascinating as Sleeping Beauty or Snow White, but it made me think creatively. That's what my mom always wanted.
In her later years, I remember her reading more and more romance novels. But the point is that she wanted me to read more - read anything to broaden my creative juices.
I started to write poetry and began keeping a diary as soon as my teen years began. That was my start. Writing about my day or whatever it was I was feeling. Maybe it was only a few sentences, but it was enough to make me feel better about myself to know I'd done something. As a result of starting to keep a journal and writing poetry to get out my emotions, I've always relied on my pen to help me through any tough times.
I still use this technique today, typing long online journal entries that often read as though I'm insane. Of course, when you are feeling anger, hurt, pain or loss, you don't really think about what you are saying through your words, only that you are getting those feelings out in the best possible way.
I started to write a novel when I was 15. I remember it was just before my mother died. The concept of Anne Rice's vampires and living in another time, not aging had hooked me. Vampire lore and the supernatural powers that came with such things made me want to write my own twist. As I look back on that beginning, I can honestly say now, I have a different approach to vampires altogether. I've read different authors and watched different shows. I think my take on vampires would go more along with Joss Whedon's - except for the souls part.
My high school years were spent writing notes and trying to pass English and Algebra. Being a creative writer should have opened up a big world of wanting to know English and grammar, but somehow I was lacking in that area. Mainly my unwillingness to learn how to spell came at quite a cost. My spelling still has not improved. I rely religiously on spell-check and the online dictionary.
As I started junior college, I finally started to write more prose instead of verse. My interests changed and my world did more spinning before all was said and done. I had a boy break my heart, lost some friends, lost my favorite uncle, and moved to Troy to finish my schooling.
They say what doesn't kill us, makes us stronger. But what I think is that those things keep killing us each time we relive the painful memories of it in our minds. They make us weak and strong all in the same moment. Weak - because we are only human and can only take so much pain, sorrow and hurt. Strong - because we get back up, build some more walls around our hearts, and try to go on as long as we can.
Writing has always been my way of coping with reality and reading has become another way of coping. To be able to escape into another world and become the heroine is often better than real life. We can see ourselves in the characters we create through writing or we can relate to the characters in the stories we read.
Escaping into another place and time can help us make it through a hard day at work or simply make us feel better about ourselves.
Most novels have a happy ending even if you have to read the next one in the series to find it. There must be a plot that brings about some sort of problem, which naturally leads to a conclusion, a completion of everything, thus bringing us a happy ending.
In saying all of this, I am simply saying I have not, even as a writer found my happy ending. In my personal life, I've seen nothing but sorrow and pain. Who's to say I won't find my happy ending as soon as I let go of the fear of taking a chance? Only I can do that and see what happens.
So, dear reader, I am starting fresh. Writing what I know and what I am. I can only hope and pray that my path in life will become more clear in the days and weeks ahead.
Life is never easy. If it were, it would be more like the fairytales we loved so much as children.
I suppose inside my own head I've always been a writer. I remember when I was seven, we had to write a book and put it together with pictures for the school library. It wasn't very good and the drawings were barely better than stick figures, but I wrote a complete story at that age. The only thing I really remember about it is that I wrote it about my Aunt Vivian and finding my way to her house.
While I didn't like to read what I was supposed to in elementary school, I remember fondly how my mother would read to me when I was younger. One of my fondest memories of her was the first time she read the fairytale "Little One Eye, Little Two Eyes, Little Three Eyes" to me. I know the whole tale isn't as fascinating as Sleeping Beauty or Snow White, but it made me think creatively. That's what my mom always wanted.
In her later years, I remember her reading more and more romance novels. But the point is that she wanted me to read more - read anything to broaden my creative juices.
I started to write poetry and began keeping a diary as soon as my teen years began. That was my start. Writing about my day or whatever it was I was feeling. Maybe it was only a few sentences, but it was enough to make me feel better about myself to know I'd done something. As a result of starting to keep a journal and writing poetry to get out my emotions, I've always relied on my pen to help me through any tough times.
I still use this technique today, typing long online journal entries that often read as though I'm insane. Of course, when you are feeling anger, hurt, pain or loss, you don't really think about what you are saying through your words, only that you are getting those feelings out in the best possible way.
I started to write a novel when I was 15. I remember it was just before my mother died. The concept of Anne Rice's vampires and living in another time, not aging had hooked me. Vampire lore and the supernatural powers that came with such things made me want to write my own twist. As I look back on that beginning, I can honestly say now, I have a different approach to vampires altogether. I've read different authors and watched different shows. I think my take on vampires would go more along with Joss Whedon's - except for the souls part.
My high school years were spent writing notes and trying to pass English and Algebra. Being a creative writer should have opened up a big world of wanting to know English and grammar, but somehow I was lacking in that area. Mainly my unwillingness to learn how to spell came at quite a cost. My spelling still has not improved. I rely religiously on spell-check and the online dictionary.
As I started junior college, I finally started to write more prose instead of verse. My interests changed and my world did more spinning before all was said and done. I had a boy break my heart, lost some friends, lost my favorite uncle, and moved to Troy to finish my schooling.
They say what doesn't kill us, makes us stronger. But what I think is that those things keep killing us each time we relive the painful memories of it in our minds. They make us weak and strong all in the same moment. Weak - because we are only human and can only take so much pain, sorrow and hurt. Strong - because we get back up, build some more walls around our hearts, and try to go on as long as we can.
Writing has always been my way of coping with reality and reading has become another way of coping. To be able to escape into another world and become the heroine is often better than real life. We can see ourselves in the characters we create through writing or we can relate to the characters in the stories we read.
Escaping into another place and time can help us make it through a hard day at work or simply make us feel better about ourselves.
Most novels have a happy ending even if you have to read the next one in the series to find it. There must be a plot that brings about some sort of problem, which naturally leads to a conclusion, a completion of everything, thus bringing us a happy ending.
In saying all of this, I am simply saying I have not, even as a writer found my happy ending. In my personal life, I've seen nothing but sorrow and pain. Who's to say I won't find my happy ending as soon as I let go of the fear of taking a chance? Only I can do that and see what happens.
So, dear reader, I am starting fresh. Writing what I know and what I am. I can only hope and pray that my path in life will become more clear in the days and weeks ahead.
Life is never easy. If it were, it would be more like the fairytales we loved so much as children.
The truth of the matter of male pregnancy
Saturday, April 12, 2008
I was watching The Daily Show with Jon Stewart at a friend's house the other night. Naturally, there are a few tidbits that catch your eye.
One of these was a pregnant man. Of course, I was curious. How can a man possibly be pregnant? I was told, not by the host of the show, but by my friend that the man had gotten pregnant after his wife couldn't have children. This made me curious since my friend proceeded to tell me the "man" had once been a woman and was married to a woman. Now, my question was: where did the sperm come from? We all know that two naturally born women cannot have a child. Needless to say, I didn't get the whole story.
At work the next day, I hear another version of the story. The man is indeed a man and is carrying the child for his wife who is unable to have children due to having a hysterectomy. So, they gave the man all the women parts needed to carry a child and did artificial insemination on him, which made him pregnant.
Now, here I am at 4 a.m. looking up internet sources on this article. I have no idea what the guy's name is, but I keep coming up with Thomas Beatie. Beatie was a woman once and has had a full sex change except he still has a uterus and a womb, which allows him to carry a child.
Still, the question remains. Where did the sperm to create this child come from? If it came from someone other than Beatie, then obviously he is not the biological father and never can be due to his original sex.
My opinion on this is, while it might be nice for a man to carry a child for us women, it is not biologically possible. Though men do have nipples, they were not created to care and nurture a child inside their bodies. If they were, then they would also have wombs. Messing with science and the way the world works is dangerous business. And although transsexuals can have both female and male organs, one is going to dominate the other. That's the way of life, people.
One of these was a pregnant man. Of course, I was curious. How can a man possibly be pregnant? I was told, not by the host of the show, but by my friend that the man had gotten pregnant after his wife couldn't have children. This made me curious since my friend proceeded to tell me the "man" had once been a woman and was married to a woman. Now, my question was: where did the sperm come from? We all know that two naturally born women cannot have a child. Needless to say, I didn't get the whole story.
At work the next day, I hear another version of the story. The man is indeed a man and is carrying the child for his wife who is unable to have children due to having a hysterectomy. So, they gave the man all the women parts needed to carry a child and did artificial insemination on him, which made him pregnant.
Now, here I am at 4 a.m. looking up internet sources on this article. I have no idea what the guy's name is, but I keep coming up with Thomas Beatie. Beatie was a woman once and has had a full sex change except he still has a uterus and a womb, which allows him to carry a child.
Still, the question remains. Where did the sperm to create this child come from? If it came from someone other than Beatie, then obviously he is not the biological father and never can be due to his original sex.
My opinion on this is, while it might be nice for a man to carry a child for us women, it is not biologically possible. Though men do have nipples, they were not created to care and nurture a child inside their bodies. If they were, then they would also have wombs. Messing with science and the way the world works is dangerous business. And although transsexuals can have both female and male organs, one is going to dominate the other. That's the way of life, people.
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It's one of those days
I wrote this at the job on Monday. This was one of the bad days. Here's how it went:
I have had the day from hell. I get up this morning after a decent night's sleep and I feel like crap. Yes, I feel like a truck has run over my head. My wisdom teeth on the bottom are coming in and the one on the right wants to give me problems. Those problems are pain on that side to my ear and right at my cheek. Lovely, right? The one on the left is already poking through the gum because I can feel the tooth. Okay, no problem, I have my trusty Oragel rip off from Wal-Mart and I'm ready to go to work though I feel like crap.
I get to work early and as I get out of my car, a co-worker pulls up and I start talking to her about her "new" car. Three hours later, another co-worker informs me I have left my lights on. I feel my pockets for my keys. Not there. Crap. I've locked the keys in the car with the ignition on so the lights are on AGAIN. And stupid me hasn't put the spare key under the car yet or whatever. So I'm going crazy. I'm losing it. I'm seriously not feeling good at this point and I just want to go home, but I have to stay at work. Because my job sucks and I'm nearly the only one who can do it.
I call my "mom" and get no answer at either number. I take a chance and call her at work. She's the store manager at the Burger King in Opp, which is only a 20 minute drive. Turns out she's at the grand opening of the new BK in Elba this week, so I had to call her there and ask her to bring me the spare set that she has. And since the lights are on, I know it's going to kill my battery by the time she gets to bring them to me at around 7:30. Great.
Chad, one of the press guys, tells me he can get my keys out with a coat hanger, which they actually have some in the mens' bathroom right now. Okay! Great! Do it! After a few tries, we finally get it unlocked using the window in the back driver's side by pushing down the button to get it to go down. Well, the battery was pretty much dead, so I start asking people if they have jumper cables. No one had any! None of the guys! How crazy is that?
I decide, hey I can't lose anything by texting a friend of mine who lives nearby, so I send her a text asking if she has some jumper cables. Yay! She does and she comes to the rescue in like 15 minutes! A true friend will get off their ass, get dressed and come rescue in your time of need!
This has made me learn an important lesson. I need a spare key at work or duct taped to my car somewhere. Or I just need to tape one to my head and hope I don't forget it either. I should just get a hoop and put it on there and wear it as an earring. Hey, Janet Jackson used to do it! Why not!
I have had the day from hell. I get up this morning after a decent night's sleep and I feel like crap. Yes, I feel like a truck has run over my head. My wisdom teeth on the bottom are coming in and the one on the right wants to give me problems. Those problems are pain on that side to my ear and right at my cheek. Lovely, right? The one on the left is already poking through the gum because I can feel the tooth. Okay, no problem, I have my trusty Oragel rip off from Wal-Mart and I'm ready to go to work though I feel like crap.
I get to work early and as I get out of my car, a co-worker pulls up and I start talking to her about her "new" car. Three hours later, another co-worker informs me I have left my lights on. I feel my pockets for my keys. Not there. Crap. I've locked the keys in the car with the ignition on so the lights are on AGAIN. And stupid me hasn't put the spare key under the car yet or whatever. So I'm going crazy. I'm losing it. I'm seriously not feeling good at this point and I just want to go home, but I have to stay at work. Because my job sucks and I'm nearly the only one who can do it.
I call my "mom" and get no answer at either number. I take a chance and call her at work. She's the store manager at the Burger King in Opp, which is only a 20 minute drive. Turns out she's at the grand opening of the new BK in Elba this week, so I had to call her there and ask her to bring me the spare set that she has. And since the lights are on, I know it's going to kill my battery by the time she gets to bring them to me at around 7:30. Great.
Chad, one of the press guys, tells me he can get my keys out with a coat hanger, which they actually have some in the mens' bathroom right now. Okay! Great! Do it! After a few tries, we finally get it unlocked using the window in the back driver's side by pushing down the button to get it to go down. Well, the battery was pretty much dead, so I start asking people if they have jumper cables. No one had any! None of the guys! How crazy is that?
I decide, hey I can't lose anything by texting a friend of mine who lives nearby, so I send her a text asking if she has some jumper cables. Yay! She does and she comes to the rescue in like 15 minutes! A true friend will get off their ass, get dressed and come rescue in your time of need!
This has made me learn an important lesson. I need a spare key at work or duct taped to my car somewhere. Or I just need to tape one to my head and hope I don't forget it either. I should just get a hoop and put it on there and wear it as an earring. Hey, Janet Jackson used to do it! Why not!
Know where you live
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
It came to my attention as I was pasting in the letters to the editor last night that most young people today do not know where they come from or anything about the town they live in.
This letter was written by my great uncle, who is the historian for our family.
It's amazing to see that the truth of a city can get buried in legend or in what others would want the history of a town to be. It has to be exciting and fascinating, but not always true.
Some people find history boring, but in truth, it should be the focal point of our lives. To know where we came from so we can tell the next generation about it. Our heritage is something to be proud of. It is something we can pass on and something that time cannot erase.
I’m proud of our town, but I’m not proud of those who seek to make a fantasy of how our town came to be.
The main reason I am writing this is because of the letter above. I feel strongly about truth and a fantasy will now be forever marked on the side of a building in mural form. I suppose it is just that, a mural, but if it is to be about our city, then why not let it be true?
We could all use some truth in our lives, couldn’t we?
This letter was written by my great uncle, who is the historian for our family.
It's amazing to see that the truth of a city can get buried in legend or in what others would want the history of a town to be. It has to be exciting and fascinating, but not always true.
Some people find history boring, but in truth, it should be the focal point of our lives. To know where we came from so we can tell the next generation about it. Our heritage is something to be proud of. It is something we can pass on and something that time cannot erase.
I’m proud of our town, but I’m not proud of those who seek to make a fantasy of how our town came to be.
The main reason I am writing this is because of the letter above. I feel strongly about truth and a fantasy will now be forever marked on the side of a building in mural form. I suppose it is just that, a mural, but if it is to be about our city, then why not let it be true?
We could all use some truth in our lives, couldn’t we?
Health care reform for everyone
Sunday, February 24, 2008
This letter was rather disturbing to me.
Reading about how today's veterans are treated when they go in to VA hospitals for health care, was an eyeopening experience.
I had read other letters and several articles on the subject before, but the letter above published in the Andalusia Star-News from a veteran, put things in prospective.
Our veterans deserve better health care! They've served our country, given their time away from their families to help keep our country free. They deserve to be treated with respect and not have to deal with all the rules and paperwork that seems to have taken over their health care plans.
The same goes for health care for any American.
Canadians have free health care, why shouldn't we? Sure they have to pay for a few of the more expensive things, but all in all, seeing a doctor when you're sick doesn't cost an arm and a leg there. Here, it's around $50 to see a doctor or a nurse practitioner. And even with insurance, which costs at least $150 a month, you still have to make a co-pay. Granted, it's only around $15 or less, but still, that's money we could use for prescriptions. Prescriptions aren't cheep either and most health care plans don't cover that either.
In short, all Americans deserve something better. Especially our veterans.
Reading about how today's veterans are treated when they go in to VA hospitals for health care, was an eyeopening experience.
I had read other letters and several articles on the subject before, but the letter above published in the Andalusia Star-News from a veteran, put things in prospective.
Our veterans deserve better health care! They've served our country, given their time away from their families to help keep our country free. They deserve to be treated with respect and not have to deal with all the rules and paperwork that seems to have taken over their health care plans.
The same goes for health care for any American.
Canadians have free health care, why shouldn't we? Sure they have to pay for a few of the more expensive things, but all in all, seeing a doctor when you're sick doesn't cost an arm and a leg there. Here, it's around $50 to see a doctor or a nurse practitioner. And even with insurance, which costs at least $150 a month, you still have to make a co-pay. Granted, it's only around $15 or less, but still, that's money we could use for prescriptions. Prescriptions aren't cheep either and most health care plans don't cover that either.
In short, all Americans deserve something better. Especially our veterans.
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More refunds: Are they going to help the economy?
Saturday, February 16, 2008
The president signed a bill, giving all those who draw a paycheck, a $300 refund at the least.
The real question is: will this help or harm the recession of the economy.
Most people tend to think, if you have more money, then you'll spend more. But if you save it and get a good interest rate on it, then it'll be more beneficial in the future, right?
With interest rates not being so good, that's a hard thing to answer. For the economy, it's not going to get any better since we're already owning ourselves about 30 grand a piece from a recent commentary I read today.
With all this money, we're not helping the economy by getting all of our paid in taxes back, are we? The national debt will more than likely go up several billion dollars in order for every working person in the United States to get back more money.
Personally, I think this is a great thing for Americans. If most of them are like me, they work in a low paying job that barely pays the rent, let alone all the bills that pile up. But with the economy and the national debt, it's not such a great thing, is it? Our generation will be the ones who are having to fix all of the problems that we started with the Baby Boom of the 1980s. We're workers now and we're going to have to take care of our parents in another 20 years or so when they retire.
What kind of world will we have then? It takes years to come back from an economic depression. The world has seen it before...but could we come out of another one? Would we be stronger for it? Or just more naive?
The real question is: will this help or harm the recession of the economy.
Most people tend to think, if you have more money, then you'll spend more. But if you save it and get a good interest rate on it, then it'll be more beneficial in the future, right?
With interest rates not being so good, that's a hard thing to answer. For the economy, it's not going to get any better since we're already owning ourselves about 30 grand a piece from a recent commentary I read today.
With all this money, we're not helping the economy by getting all of our paid in taxes back, are we? The national debt will more than likely go up several billion dollars in order for every working person in the United States to get back more money.
Personally, I think this is a great thing for Americans. If most of them are like me, they work in a low paying job that barely pays the rent, let alone all the bills that pile up. But with the economy and the national debt, it's not such a great thing, is it? Our generation will be the ones who are having to fix all of the problems that we started with the Baby Boom of the 1980s. We're workers now and we're going to have to take care of our parents in another 20 years or so when they retire.
What kind of world will we have then? It takes years to come back from an economic depression. The world has seen it before...but could we come out of another one? Would we be stronger for it? Or just more naive?
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Celebrities and the media: How far is too far?
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
(note: this will be one of those "I" blogs)
Celebrities live a very public life once they're in front of the camera. One box office hit and they're followed around every where they go. One hit record and they're branded for life even if they don't put out another one for years.
I am sick of hearing about Britney Spears! Give the girl a rest! I'm sick of hearing about Anna Nicole too. It's been over a year. Find something new to talk about and let her daughter have a normal life. It's one thing to talk about them occasionally, but it's entirely another thing to have them bashed every day or have their private lives put out there for everyone to see. They deserve the same rights we have. The rights to privacy, being the most important.
Another thing that I cannot get over is how the media can be so self serving. When a family is in morning over the loss of a loved one, that is NOT the time to go snapping pictures. It is not the time when the body is rolled out to be taking them either. Things like that are in poor taste. And if there are those who don't agree with me, I think you should have a lesson in respect.
Sure there are famous pictures of things like that, such as John F. Kennedy, Jr. saluting his father's coffin as it passes by. And of course, as a nation we watched as former First Lady, Nancy Reagan kissed her husband's coffin.
I have the personal belief that things like that should be private no matter who the person is. And let me just say that all these reports of how the person died should not be made public. Sure, we're all curious, but is it really our business to know? No. It's not.
The paparazzi are all about getting the one shot that no one else can get. They hound celebrities and follow them around. They cause accidents and find Britney without her underwear again. Or take pictures of Heath Ledger as his body's wheeled out of his NYC apartment. They try to dig up things, such as the video that's been passed around where Ledger is clearly doing drugs.
Being naturally curious is not a crime, but seriously think about it, how would you like to be followed around all day, every day?
Celebrities live a very public life once they're in front of the camera. One box office hit and they're followed around every where they go. One hit record and they're branded for life even if they don't put out another one for years.
I am sick of hearing about Britney Spears! Give the girl a rest! I'm sick of hearing about Anna Nicole too. It's been over a year. Find something new to talk about and let her daughter have a normal life. It's one thing to talk about them occasionally, but it's entirely another thing to have them bashed every day or have their private lives put out there for everyone to see. They deserve the same rights we have. The rights to privacy, being the most important.
Another thing that I cannot get over is how the media can be so self serving. When a family is in morning over the loss of a loved one, that is NOT the time to go snapping pictures. It is not the time when the body is rolled out to be taking them either. Things like that are in poor taste. And if there are those who don't agree with me, I think you should have a lesson in respect.
Sure there are famous pictures of things like that, such as John F. Kennedy, Jr. saluting his father's coffin as it passes by. And of course, as a nation we watched as former First Lady, Nancy Reagan kissed her husband's coffin.
I have the personal belief that things like that should be private no matter who the person is. And let me just say that all these reports of how the person died should not be made public. Sure, we're all curious, but is it really our business to know? No. It's not.
The paparazzi are all about getting the one shot that no one else can get. They hound celebrities and follow them around. They cause accidents and find Britney without her underwear again. Or take pictures of Heath Ledger as his body's wheeled out of his NYC apartment. They try to dig up things, such as the video that's been passed around where Ledger is clearly doing drugs.
Being naturally curious is not a crime, but seriously think about it, how would you like to be followed around all day, every day?
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Elections: Are they getting too personal?
As everyone is well aware, Super Tuesday was a big deal here in the south. Those running for president have outdone themselves this year. They started campaigning early for one and visited states they were sure they could swing the vote on.
The top runners here were Huckabee and Obama. Though Clinton won the county, it was not enough to win the state. Obama has big numbers with young and first time voters. What is the big deal about voting for him? Does he really stand for the important issues? Health care for everyone and making the economy better? These are the main focuses on Clinton's agenda, which seem to make her a front runner for the Democratic party.
Huckabee has the Bible Belt in the palm of his hand from the background he brings to the race. With Alabama being a mostly Republican state, it's hard to understand how Obama would win the state.
Huckabee has movie stars on his side as do all the other candidates. Huckabee has Chuck Norris, which Obama has Oprah and George Clooney. Are voters going to look at who their favorite star is voting for when they chose a candidate to support? It is doubtful. One would hope they look at the issues and those that they agree on with the candidates.
Will the one we vote for win the race? No one knows. It is time for a change. The current president is at the end of his term and Americans are looking at what was done during his two terms. Change needs to happen for us to move into the future. The only question remains is: which of these forerunners will bring about the much needed change Americans deserve?
The top runners here were Huckabee and Obama. Though Clinton won the county, it was not enough to win the state. Obama has big numbers with young and first time voters. What is the big deal about voting for him? Does he really stand for the important issues? Health care for everyone and making the economy better? These are the main focuses on Clinton's agenda, which seem to make her a front runner for the Democratic party.
Huckabee has the Bible Belt in the palm of his hand from the background he brings to the race. With Alabama being a mostly Republican state, it's hard to understand how Obama would win the state.
Huckabee has movie stars on his side as do all the other candidates. Huckabee has Chuck Norris, which Obama has Oprah and George Clooney. Are voters going to look at who their favorite star is voting for when they chose a candidate to support? It is doubtful. One would hope they look at the issues and those that they agree on with the candidates.
Will the one we vote for win the race? No one knows. It is time for a change. The current president is at the end of his term and Americans are looking at what was done during his two terms. Change needs to happen for us to move into the future. The only question remains is: which of these forerunners will bring about the much needed change Americans deserve?
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