another political debate mainly with Tenley and Jansen

Kyle is Obams!!! 8:39pm

- 53 Comments

Tenley Steinke at 8:40pm November 3

sucks?

Amanda Elder at 8:41pm November 3

lol! pretty much!

Tenley Steinke at 8:42pm November 3

hahahaha!
FOR SURE.

Colin C at 8:42pm November 3

haha, silly conservatives.
a vote McCain is a vote for George Bush.

Tenley Steinke at 8:43pm November 3

okay colin.

Colin C at 8:43pm November 3

that's rightttt

Betsy Bain at 8:45pm November 3

OOOOOOOOObama

Tenley Steinke at 8:47pm November 3

a vote for Obama, is a vote for goose poop to govern our country.

Colin C at 8:48pm November 3

was that a race comment?? i didn't get much out of that.

Betsy Bain at 8:48pm November 3

hmmm between mcCain and goose poop? i'm gonna choose goose poop on this one.

Tenley Steinke at 8:49pm November 3

if people didnt consider everything to be considered racist, then no, this is not a race comment.
not that hard to figure out colin.
and hmm, i would highly re-think your choice betsy.
im not so sure i agree.

Betsy Bain at 8:51pm November 3

its not that i'm head over heels for obama is that if mcCain chose Palin for vice what other stupid things do you think hes gonna do in office?

Colin C at 8:52pm November 3

i'm kidding homie. i know you're not racist. you simply like goose poop

Tenley Steinke at 8:56pm November 3

yeah, his decision might not have been the wisest to choose her, but its not horrible.
and seriously, whats with the 'raising higher taxes' that obama is talking about?
you reealllly thing that right about now, thats going to help our economy?
hmm, i doubt it.
especially for the small buisiness owners like my dad that are considered rich according... Read More to his standards.
obviously, my family is not rich, but my dad has worked his butt off for fifteen years now to finally get his buisness going, and now since 'my family is rich,' we're going to be taxed higher, because of the lazy bums that dont want to find themselves working for their own money.
They are NOT about to take our money, because they dont feel like working.
Thats not how this country is going to work itself.
if they would like more money, they can find their own dang jobs.

Betsy Bain at 8:59pm November 3

ya i don't agree with all of obama's beliefs. raising taxes is really the last thing we need right now. but i would prefer obama over mcCain

Colin C at 9:33pm November 3

i think it's a good idea he's raising taxes, just not that he's raising small business taxes.

Ben D. Jones at 9:51pm November 3

but if you take money from people hows that gonna fix the economy

Tenley Steinke at 9:53pm November 3

who are you talking to ben?

Ben D. Jones at 9:53pm November 3

um...colin i think

Tenley Steinke at 10:00pm November 3

hahaha alright

Colin C at 10:14pm November 3

the money you put into taxes helps pay for sooo many things:
public schools
public transportation
military expenses
hospitals
roads
teacher's paychecks

there's a lot more.

Tenley Steinke at 10:17pm November 3

yeah. so, where are we gonna get the money from?
us? the 'rich' people?

Colin C at 10:34pm November 3

and that's where the controversy lies. i don't really know. the real rich people are going to have to provide.
if we don't pay enough taxes, there's no stimulation for the economy. If there's no stimulation for the economy, we are unable to provide higher tax payments. so what do we do? it's all a matter of opinion. that's why it's such an important issue in this election.

Tenley Steinke at 10:49pm November 3

well obama seems to know.
he wants to tax the 'rich' and give to the poor so they can have some money too.
when most of them make money by sitting on their lazy bums waiting for their welfare check to come.
do you honestly think thats gonna make this economy better?
man, if i were really rich, i wouldnt want my money taken away because of the ... Read Morepeople living off of welfare. sure, maybe my taxes could be raised higher on certain things. but deeffffinately not when my money is going to them.
i didnt know welfare was for people who were just too plain lazy to find themselves their own dang job.
last time i checked, this system was made for people who were at least LOOKING for a job. i cant just catagorize everyone that uses welfare either. because im pretty sure there are people that use welfare the right way. but for all of those other people, come on, really? make it fair.

Colin C at 10:52pm November 3

not all the people on welfare are lazy. alot of them can't get a job because the market sucks right now. and i agree, it sucks that some people are going to have to pay higher taxes even though it's going to be hard, but if it pays off in the future, than don't you think it's worth it? i guess in the end it's all a matter of opinion and how you were raised.

Tenley Steinke at 11:14pm November 3

no, its not how you were raised.
that could take part in it, but if you actually do your research, then you say what you think is right.
and if you dont know where we could get the money, then why would you propose to raise taxes? in your mind, it might be a good idea, but if we dont have the money, then we cant afford to raise taxes, especially in... Read More circumstances like these, when the economy is terrible.
and yes, everyone knows the market sucks right now.
but welfare has been going on for years, and lots of people have STILL been lazy, even when the economy was doing just fine.
THEN, it may have been a good idea for them to go job searching.
how will it pay off in the future?
all of the 'rich' people's spending money will most likely have decreased by a large amount because we had to give off our hard work to people who dont have jobs.
for example.
take a random number of people who work for a salescompany.
say one person is paid higher because of his sales that he has

Tenley Steinke at 11:19pm November 3

made.
then, take another person that hasnt done his job like the higher paid person has done.
the way obama wants things done in this example, is by taking the money away from the person who has done higher amounts of work, and given the money to the person who 'ehh does his job, but doesnt do it as much as he could.'
this makes the person who's ... Read Morepaid more, not want to work as hard, and says to the person who's paid less, oh, as long as im getting more money, i dont have to do as much work as i already was doing.
(this example was given by my mother in the car this afternoon)

that example is exactly what is going to happen to our economy, and i have a feeling it will be completely wrecked.

Ben D. Jones at 3:07pm November 4

it doesnt matter what the taxes pay for
( i know im getting in late)

what the big issue is is the economy

if the government raises taxes
they take more money

if they dont (mccain)
then we have more money
more money to spend-> more money over all
we also are willing to spend more often with less taxes

that helps it all

Tenley Steinke at 3:09pm November 4

i agree.

Colin C at 8:10pm November 4

Okay, first off McCain says he won't raise taxes on anything so how is he going to pay for his 10 billion dollar per week war and the other military actions that he wants to establish. Second, obama will only raise your taxes if you're making over 250,000 dollars. so a majority of the middle class with be given tax breaks to spend on the economy. That way our economy grows without increasing the national debt. --written by sterling

Jansen Loeb at 6:24am November 10

colins gay.
cause that affects my dad dumbass....

Colin C at 3:22pm November 10

what affects your dad?

Jansen Loeb at 4:42pm November 10

obamas bull shit tax plan....

Colin C at 5:19pm November 10

so your dad would be affected because he would have to pay taxes because he makes over $250,000 a year? if that's true he really should be able to pay those taxes.

Jansen Loeb at 7:57pm November 10

yeah but guess what it increases his taxes that he already pays.....that he can afford!
my dad had a 2 year college degree and started as a under dog and has worked his way to the top.
i dont see it being fair that hed pay more then someone whos done the bare minimum and works at like target. i think they should both be taxed the same percent.
if i... Read More'm a CEO and you're my employee i shouldnt get taxed more when i have to pay for you and you get a cut in taxes.
thats not a healthy message.
Dont strive to be great cause you'll get punished do what you feel like and i'll accept it and give you a break......

Colin C at 8:10pm November 10

i totally get what your saying, i guess it's just a difference of opinion. I like the spider man quote "with great power comes great responsibility" no i don't base my political beliefs off of comic books but i do think it's a good point. if you strive to do well and make it too the top, yes you have lots of rewards but you also have a duty to support your country by paying taxes that you can pay.

Jansen Loeb at 8:11pm November 10

fuck the country my mom and dad give 10 % to the church and thousands to charities.
the government waste money.
charities save and help people.

Colin C at 8:33pm November 10

that's really kind of your parents.
but there's nothin i kind do about taxes. it's really the only good way that's been thought up to get our country out of our gigantic debt.

Jansen Loeb at 8:36pm November 10

haha our debt can be solved in 5 years super easy.
if our country doesnt give money to any other countrys for 5 years we'll be completely debt free.
with obamas plans he wants to spread the wealth and issentionally fuck our economy with raising the taxes and giving the money to other country's when we need it.

Colin C at 8:39pm November 10

i'll be honest and say i know nothing about that. it can also be solved cutting down on our military budget and our treasury department budget. anyways, he's our president now. what ever he says goes i guess :p

Jansen Loeb at 8:41pm November 10

no actually we'd save enough money to have the biggest army on earth....anyways the good thing is what ever he says doesnt go....supreme court and the senate can overrule him....but guess what the democrats own both of them too....what a unstable government...

Colin C at 8:44pm November 10

well, it's been the opposite way for the last eight years and not too many good things have happened so i guess it's time for the democrats to give it another shot. i think it's kind of funny how i've talked to you in school like once

Jansen Loeb at 9:00pm November 10

its cause bush didnt have the senate to help pass laws.
and he was a little busy with the war.
he was an average president.

Colin C at 9:01pm November 10

i don't think he was president material. i disliked pretty much everything he did except for his handling of 9/11

Jansen Loeb at 9:10pm November 10

but see thats what i dont get he didnt do much besides handle 9/11 by going to war....so what is there to dislike?
make a list please.

Colin C at 9:12pm November 10

The "Good" List
-His handling of 9/11
-His immigration policies
The "Bad" List
- He led us into the war in Iraq
>He lied to us about it
> He's handling the war terribly
- He has crappy environmental policies
- He doesn't like public schools
- He's tapped phone lines, even though he wasn't aloud to

Colin C at 9:13pm November 10

i made that around beggining of eighth grade

Jansen Loeb at 9:13pm November 10

i'm going to go.
but i'll discuss his moves as a president tomorrow.

Colin C at 9:15pm November 10

sounds good. maybe we'll actually talk in school instead of just on here. haha =]

Kyle Schwartz at 9:19pm November 10

DANG, COLIN'S ON FIRE!!!!!

Colin C at 9:20pm November 10

your mom's on fire :p

Kyle Schwartz at 9:21pm November 10

my mom is literally right next to me reading the entire conversation

Colin C at 9:21pm November 10

hahahahaha, hi kyle's mom =]

2000 words

Chapter One. Charlotte.

Her bicycle cut through the fog like a knife. Riding around in the mysterious haze of an autumn sunset gave her a certain rush. Excited to arrive at the autumn festival, she pedaled faster and faster yet. After all, the autumn festival was one of the most tremendous celebrations of the year. It marked when the magic of the majestic city was in full circulation. The leaves turned the brightest of reds and oranges before they gently slipped off of the trees, and danced to the ground. Not only were the leaves in their most colorful state, but so was the city. Videpolís was alive with spirit. The walls of all the houses and buildings glowed with iridescence and life, as if freshly painted. Clothes had a new sheen. Even the people were more beautiful. The normally pale became tan, their hair vibrant with color, and their teeth, white as snow.
Charlotte was seventeen, with auburn hair, and dark skin. In her right eye, a crescent shaped scar that overlapped everything she saw. Used to it by now, it affected her little. She lived in Videpolís, the most stunning city in the nation. With a large deposit of magik under the center of the city, everything was wonderful, all of the time. She had friends who enjoyed her company, family that loved her, teachers that introduced her to the real world, and guided her along the way.
Still on her bicycle, she turned her head left and right. On the left, a parade. The Duke and his wife riding on the back of an elephant, both were looking as beautiful as ever. The royal band was playing, and their shamans performing tricks with fire and lights. On the right side, she noticed six of her friends walking towards the heart of the festival in a sort of blob formation.
She whistled and their heads turned. Their faces lit up like they did whenever she showed up. The moment she stepped off her bike, she was bum rushed by her best friend, Cynthia.
“Charlotte!” Cynthia embraced her in a deathly bear hug. “It feels like forever since I saw you.” To Charlotte’s surprise, she squeezed even harder.
Charlotte began to beat upon Cynthia’s back until she got the message to loosen her grip. As she managed to catch her breath, with a grin on her face, she wheezed out a sentence. “I saw you yesterday at school.”
Cynthia giggled. “I know, but it’s the autumn festival. Everything’s amazing today. What can I say?” Everyone giggled, as Charlotte gave hugs to everyone in the group.
After her welcomed embraces, Charlotte and her friends strolled down the street, about a block and a half away from the center of the celebration. As they walked, they passed at least one hundred stands, if not more. The streets were lined with desperate but optimistic venders. Gypsies offering their fortune telling services, proclaiming their mystic abilities of their so-called third eye, shamans and alchemists alike with hand made charms containing self-proclaimed defenses and powers. Odd looking characters swallowing fire, and of course some of them spitting it back up.
Charlotte bought two necklaces. One was in the shape of the sun, rumored to guide your way at night. The other was a silver chain with a rainbow colored orb with an aurora of colors, as if the northern lights were dancing on her chest. Her friend, Alexander, purchased a sleek knife made to hang from a back pocket. On it was an engraving of a lone wolf howling on a cliff top. This symbol was supposed to give strength to the holder when all alone.
By the time they made their way to the field where all of the people had gathered, the sun had set, and there were very few open spaces left. They threw down a few towels, and a blanket, and snuggled up tight. As the shamans sprayed magnificent fire works into the air, casting auroras in shapes, telling the city’s story, the duke’s booming voice surrounded the park, narrating the pictures in the sky.
In the clouds, appeared a lovely blue and purple display in the shapes of two opposing armies, head to head. The duke began to speak. “Hundred’s of years ago, when the Great Plains were ruled by popular religion and dictatorships, a war began. After several public insults made by the Christian nation towards the neighboring Muslims, tensions began to rise. After four long years of going back and forth, the Muslims finally became fed up, and invaded the Christian country.”
The purple and blue lights in the sky quickly became red and orange, resembling a towering fire over a city. “As the ravenous Muslim army stormed through the sleeping, unsuspecting capital city, they set buildings a flame, skewing anyone they saw.
“The Christian’s would have responded, but they were unable to, simply because the entire city was dead. The rest of their country was useless without their capital city, their government, their army.” In the sky, little brown figures were shown fleeing in boats and cars, down bloody red rivers, and gravel roads. “As the Muslim army retreated, satisfied with their destruction, there was a mass exodus of the Christian country. After twenty years, some Muslim explorers went back to the area, to find ruins of a once prosperous city, covered in forestation and wild animals. When the explorers reached the old capital building, they noticed that there was almost nothing left. It was completely destroyed, a pile of rubble on the ground. However, on top of the heap was something curious; a blue flower, almost a violet color, simply growing out of the remains.”
In the atmosphere, a picture of a blue flower was painted magnificently amongst a pile of black. “The lead adventurer, Aaizim, simply walked up, and picked it. Suddenly, he was thrust into a new world. He saw people digging below the capital building, and finding some sort of vibrant aurora, and afterwards, a prosperous city, not ruled by religion and dictatorships, but freedom and a fair monarchy.” Upon the clouds, a brightly colored city was scribbled. “When he awoke from his vision, he told his friends immediately what he saw. They later dug to this aurora and found that it indeed was magik. As they attracted free thinking people from around the continent, they formed a city ruled by a duke, a duchess, and a small group of senators. The flower that sparked the idea for this marvelous city became their symbol, and earned them the nickname ‘the Blue Flower State.’ Now, four hundred years later, I am proud to be carrying on my great great great great grandfather’s city the way he envisioned it.”
As the aurora faded, the audience burst into applause, jeering with excitement and nationalism. As the royal band struck up an exciting song, the audience began to clear the field.
“Are we all still going to the party in Aaizim tonight?” Charlotte asked, partially unaware of her friends’ agenda.
Alexander was quick to respond. “That was the plan.”
“Cool,” Charlotte said as she began plotting her night, “I vote we take the train, so I can load my bike on the front. I for one do not want to bike all the way there. It’s like, seven miles.”
“The trains is going to be packed!” Alexander countered.
Cynthia then chimed in. “Oh my goodness, the train is going to smell so bad. I don’t even want to think about being shoved in between all those sweaty people.” She shivered, making a groaning noise imagining her bumping against the numerous perspirating passengers.
Hakim, another one of her friends, began to persuade her in another direction. “How about you chain your bike up here, and I’ll drive you up here on our way home. I brought my car.”
“Ah, thanks Hakim.” Charlotte began smiled and gave him and tugged on his hand. She began giggling, becoming flirtatious. “You’re just so wise. I don’t know what we would ever do with out you.”
“It’s all for you, Charlotte. It’s all for you.” He began smiling to realizing she was still holding his hand, he gave Charlotte a look of curiosity.
She then began briskly walking, his hand still in her grasp. “Well come on, I want to get to a club before it gets to crowded. My parents said I could actually stay out tonight, no curfew. I’m not missing this because you bums are lollygagging in the field.” Her brisk walk evolved into a jog, which was slowly transforming into a run. The group followed her to a light pole. Charlotte locked up her bike, and they continued towards Hakim’s car.

By five a.m., everyone was, the streets were cleared; the parties were over, Charlotte’s bike was in her house, and Hakim’s car in his garage. The city was sleeping. Little did anyone know, that through the mist came an ill-tempered army, with one thing on their minds. Steal the color.


Chapter Two. Valentine.

In the distance Valentine could make out fireworks. He knew this meant they would be leaving soon, to invade Videpolís. The air in Morté had been thicker than usual for the past month or so. Citizens like Valentine had been hastily drafted by the army. This had happened before, Morté was not new to military drafts. Their city had earned their name. After all, the word Mort in Latin means death. The only reason this induction was any different from the previous few, was because there was no official war. As far as the citizens knew, they were at peace with all neighboring cities.
Morté was nothing compared to Videpolís. Ninety five percent of the population was poor or homeless, and the other five percent had something to do with the government. The only people who owned cars either worked for the government, or owned a business, and needed immediate transportation. Almost all of there roads were made of dirt. The only stimulation their economy had were the small markets throughout the city. Under their city, little magik.
Valentine was a single man who, when not serving the military, lived in a small apartment, on the fourth floor of an adobe building. He worked at a small shack that sold traditional cuisine. He had brown eyes, light, shaggy brown hair, his skin tan with a crescent shaped scar next to his left eye. He was tall and thin, with some muscle from his brief army training. He was now dressed in traditional army camouflage, with a rifle at his side.
As the soldiers finished up their final meal of the night, they heard the General over the loudspeaker in the ceiling. “Attention all soldiers; we will be loading the trucks in exactly an hour and a half. Please finish your meals with in the next thirty minutes, and keep your eye on the time. If anyone is late….. don’t be late.” The intimidating voice blaring from the ceiling cut out. After about ten seconds of silence, the men resumed what they were doing prior to the interruption.
Loyal to their city, Valentine and his friends did not mind serving. True, it did take away from their personal lives, worrying their friends and family, but it was their patriotic duty. The military was one of the few things the people of this city had to brag about. Sure, they had a mean recipe for grilled Salmon, but that couldn’t compare to the riches and glory of Videpolís, no matter how delicious their spices were. That city was rich with color; their people prospered. Few were poor, and even the poor were happy. In Morté, it didn’t matter how rich a person was, everyone was dismal, dreary, melancholy. Whatever way it’s put, everyone was unhappy.
That’s why, on that particular night, after the soldiers had driven into the city well after their celebrations had ended, the color would be stolen from Videpolís.

the beggining of my nanowrimo story

National Novel Writer's Month started today, or yesterday I guess, it's late. Anyway, I began writing. I accomplished 1,103 words. I would have done more, but I was babysitting for six hours :P anyways, without any further adieu, here is the beginning of the Blue Flower State.
(please ignore the lack of indentations or new paragraphs, blogspot sucks for formatting stuff)
Her bicycle cut through the fog like a knife. Riding around the in the mysterious haze of an autumn sunset gave her a certain rush. Excited to arrive at the autumn festival, she pedaled faster and faster yet. After all, the autumn festival was the most tremendous celebrations of the year. It marked when the magic of the majestic city was in full circulation. The leaves turned the brightest of reds and oranges before the gently slipped off of the trees, and danced to the ground. Not only were the leaves in their most colorful state, but so was the city. Videpolís was alive with spirit. The walls of all the houses and buildings glowed with iridescence and life, as if freshly painted. Clothes had a new sheen. Even the people were more beautiful. The normally pale became tan, their hair vibrant with color, and their teeth, white as snow.
Charlotte was seventeen, with auburn hair, and dark skin. She lived in Videpolís, the most stunning city in the nation. With a large deposit of magik under the center of the city, everything was wonderful, all of the time. She had friends who enjoyed her company, family that loved her, teachers that introduced her to the real world, and guided her along the way.
Still on her bicycle, she turned her head left and right. On the left, a parade. The Duke and his wife riding on the back of an elephant, both were looking as beautiful as ever. The royal band was playing, and their shamans performing tricks with fire and lights. On the right side, she noticed six of her friends walking towards the heart of the festival in a sort of blob formation.
She whistled and their heads turned. Their faces lit up like they did whenever she showed up. The moment she stepped off her bike, she was bum rushed by her best friend, Cynthia.
“Charlotte!” Cynthia embraced her in a deathly bear hug. “It feels like forever since I saw you.” To Charlotte’s surprise, she squeezed even harder.
Charlotte began to beat upon Cynthia’s back until she got the message to loosen her grip. As she managed to catch her breath, with a grin on her faced, she wheezed out a sentence. “I saw you yesterday at school.”
Cynthia giggled. “I know, but it’s the autumn festival. Everything’s amazing today. What can I say?” Everyone giggled, as Charlotte gave hugs to everyone in the group.
After her welcomed embraces, Charlotte and her friends strolled down the street, about a block and a half away from the center of the celebration. As they walked, they passed at least one hundred stands, if not more. The streets were lined with desperate but optimistic venders. Gypsies offering their fortune telling services, proclaiming their mystic abilities of their so-called third eye, shamans and alchemists alike with hand made charms containing self-proclaimed defenses and powers. Odd looking characters swallowing fire, and of course some of them spitting it back up.
Charlotte bought two necklaces. One was in the shape of the sun, rumored to guide your way at night. The other was a silver chain with a rainbow colored orb with an aurora of colors, as if the northern lights were dancing on her chest. Her friend, Alexander, purchased a sleek knife made to hang from a back pocket. In it was an engraving of a lone wolf howling on a cliff top. This symbol was supposed to give strength to the holder when all alone.
By the time they made their way to the field where all of the people had gathered, the sun had set, and there were very few open spaces left. They threw down a few towels, and a blanket, and snuggled up tight. As the shamans sprayed magnificent fire works into the air, casting auroras in shapes, telling the city’s story, the duke’s booming voice surrounded the park, narrating the pictures in the sky.
In the clouds, appeared a lovely blue and purple display in the shapes of two opposing armies, head to head. The duke began to speak. “Hundred’s of years ago, when the Great Plains were ruled by popular religion and dictatorships, a war began. After several public insults made by the Christian nation towards the neighboring Muslims, tensions began to rise. After four long years of going back and forth, the Muslims finally became fed up, and invaded the Christian country.”
The purple and blue lights in the sky quickly became red and orange, resembling a towering fire over a city. “As the ravenous Muslim army stormed through the sleeping, unsuspecting capital city, they set buildings a flame, skewing anyone they saw.
“The Christian’s would have responded, but they were unable to, simply because the entire city was dead. The rest of their country was useless without their capital city, their government, their army.” In the sky, little brown figures were shown fleeing in boats and cars, down bloody red rivers, and gravel roads. “As the Muslim army retreated, satisfied with their destruction, there was a mass exodus of the Christian country. After twenty years, some Muslim explorers went back to the area, to find ruins of a once prosperous city, covered in forestation and wild animals. When the explorers reached the old capital building, they noticed that there was almost nothing left. It was completely destroyed, a pile of rubble on the ground. However, on top of the heap was something curious; a blue flower, almost a violet color, simply growing out of the remains.”
In the atmosphere, a picture of a blue flower was painted magnificently amongst a pile of black. “The lead adventurer, Aaizim, simply walked up, and picked it. Suddenly, he was thrust into a new world. He saw people digging below the capital building, and finding some sort of vibrant aurora, and afterwards, a prosperous city, not ruled by religion and dictatorships, but freedom and a fair monarchy.” Upon the clouds, a brightly colored city was scribbled. “When he awoke from his vision, he told his friends immediately what he saw. They later dug to this aurora and found that it indeed was magik. As they attracted free thinking people from around the continent, they formed a city ruled by a duke, a duchess, and a small group of senators. The flower that gave them the idea for this marvelous city became their symbol, and earned them the nickname ‘the Blue Flower State.’ Now, four hundred years later, I am proud to be carrying on my great great great great grandfather’s city the way he envisioned it.