Tegucigalpa

TEGUCIGALPA

Corrupt Politician for Tegucigalpa

Tortilla Selling Woman, Pirate Movie Selling Man,

Taxi Drivers playing in the roads;

Aggressive, dangerous, pathetic,

City of cagadales:

They tell me you are hungry and I believe them, for

I have seen starving kids eating frijoles with tortilla and salt.

And they tell me you are assassins and kidnappers and I answer: OF COURSE,

EL Heraldo announced over 11 kidnappings in 59 days.

And they tell me you are brainless indios and my reply is: On the

Face of Mel Zelaya I have seen the evidence of human stupidity.

And having answered so I turn once more to those who sneer at this my country, and I give them back the sneer and say to them:

Come and show me another city with survivors

So proud to have endured the Guerra de las 100 horas, Hurricane Mitch, the Golpe de Estado, corruption, and endless poverty,

So determined to climb that great big hill of hope for a destination. 

Fierce as Gloria Gaynor signing “I Will Survive”,

Strong as Rocky Balboa boxing,

Barefooted,

Working,

Kicking asses,

Surrounded by death like a Cemetery Caretaker,

Under the smog, with their heads standing tall, feeling proud to be a Honduran,

Under all misfortunes, feeling a high sense of patriotism.

Yelling, “Yo prefiero morir firme que arrodillado ante esta dictadura!”

Yelling, “Tortillas, tortillas, tortillas!”

Yelling, “Películas pirateadas a precios bajos!”

Yelling, “Mejor callate si no queres que me baje a golpearte pendejo!”

Yelling the aggressive, dangerous, pathetic,

Corrupt Politician,

Tortilla Selling Woman,

Pirate Movie Selling Man,

Manudo Taxi Driver.

Think about complaints outsiders have of the city. Are they valid?

Outsiders complain about the insecurity in Tegucigalpa. They claim it is not a safe place to live in; you cannot walk because you get assaulted. You cannot open the window of your car because they threaten to kill you only to steal your phone. Also, the city is not clean and it is ruined because of vandalism. Honduras’ natural resources are plunder, and many of the outsiders come here to visit Honduras’ exotic beauties, but they feel disappointed. The complaints are totally valid. They are supposed to feel safe in their new home, but instead they have to be alert because they can be killed any minute. Tegucigalpa is also polluted (its rivers, the streets, and the atmosphere). There is no excuse for it. We could worry more about our country and take care of it.

How do you feel about your city?

I love my city. However, Tegucigalpa could improve. I believe Tegucigalpa is not the problem, but the people in it. WE are responsible for the problems and the disgraces our country has undergone. We complain about everything, but we do not realize it is all in our hands. We are the corrupt people who ruin our country and do not do anything about it.

How do you feel when other people talk badly about your city? How do answer them?

When other people talk badly about my city, I feel ashamed. But then I tell them the good aspects of Tegucigalpa so they realize Tegucigalpa is not just based on bad things. I tell them all the beauty Tegucigalpa has, and how they have missed it because of focusing on the bad things of it. Every city has its issues, not just us.

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Vivid Verbs: Shy Claire

Vivid Verbs: Shy Claire

Claire wandered the crowded hallway on this first day of school. She gazed swiftly to her left, and then to her right. Then, she shuffled besides the throng of students, feeling repressed along the way. Did someone perceived her? Although she longed to examine her surroundings, she continued staring to the floor. However, it appeared that none of her classmates sensed her presence as they swaggered hastily to their classes.

Melinda (Kristen Stewart) in a scene of Speak

Works Cited

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Just Because Poem: Twins

Just Because I'm a Twin

Just because I’m a twin…

Doesn’t mean I look like her;

Doesn’t mean I think like her;

Doesn’t mean I am her.

Just because I’m a twin…

Doesn’t mean I always behave;

Doesn’t mean I don’t break rules;

Doesn’t mean I am a saint or a devil.

Just because I’m a twin…

Doesn’t mean I am not an individual;

Doesn’t mean I can’t stay true to myself.

Doesn’t mean I can’t be one of a kind.

Just because I’m a twin…

I am compared;

I am stereotyped;

I am dependant.

Just because I’m a twin…

I am not Wadia;

I am Hilanne;

And we are two different souls united as one.

Works Cited

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The Turkey Who Stole Thanksgiving

Perfect Leader, Perfect Society?

The Turkey who stole Thanksgiving

This blog begins with a description of the overall plot and allegory of the fairy story and a modified introduction from the narrator of the film ‘The Grinch Who Stole Christmas’.

The Mayor of Simpsville, Quimby, portrays the whole society of Simpsville and all of its yellow creatures, the Simpsons. He is a corrupted politician and a womanizer. But most of all, he is an ungrateful bastard who does not value the significance of Thanksgiving.

            The story begins with the preparations for the holiday of Thanksgiving. All the Simpsons are decorating their houses with luxury and are constantly acting selfishly. Far away, a lonely turkey, Frinch, is contemplating this awful and sinful city of Simpsville. He abhorred Thanksgiving. But why?

           

            It was an honor to be elected as turkey of the year.  But unfortunately, Frinch had never won anything. Mayor Quimby only chose the fat and muscular turkeys to be sacrificed for the Thanksgiving meal. It was an honor for a turkey to be sacrificed. Frinch was the only turkey left in Simpsville. Mayor Quimby had to import turkeys from other places because he could not tolerate thin turkeys for Thanksgiving. Why couldn’t Mayor Quimby be grateful for having at least Frinch to eat? At least he would not starve on Thanksgiving like other Simpsons on other places.

            Frinch hated Mayor Quimby with all his might. Where was the meaning of Thanksgiving then? Mayor Quimby was never thankful for what he had. All the Simpsons were like him. They were ungrateful and only thought of themselves. 

Mayor Quimby and the Simpsons: They represent the selfish American society who desires a sumptuous life instead of appreciating and embracing what they have. They are superficial and care more about their luxuries instead of improving their inside person (in the story, they don’t appreciate Frinch nor the importance of Thanksgiving).

Simpsville: This place represents a sinful environment/corrupted city.

Turkey Frinch (narrator): He represents the lowest caste in Simpsville.  He is a clear example of the unfairness and discrimination within a society. Frinch embodies the moral lesson in the story.

Pepito: Pepito is the Frinch’s best friend, a Mexican Fly.

Introduction

Inside a fall leaf…

Like the color of your beef…

Lay the small town of Simpsville---

The home of the Simpsons!

And the Simpsville band marched,

With Matt, their fat and fabulous turkey.

They loved Thanksgiving the most…

Without a single dose of doubt.

But the Frinch who lived

In a plateau, just south of Simpsville…

Did not.

The Turkey Who Stole Thanksgiving 

Frinch (From his plateau with binoculars): 

          Just look at them preparing for Thanksgiving Pepito. Just look at them with their fancy Cruella Devil clothes and their clownish makeup. Could they be any more shallow and vulgar? You can even see from here Bart riding a skateboard naked! I bet Homer is eating like a pig while his kid is running nude around the entire city.

          GOBBLE GOBBLE! Those Simpsons are brainless! Why do they call this holiday Thanksgiving? They should call it ‘Thinkful’. Maybe by ‘thinking’ they could realize you need to be thankful on Thanksgiving day duhh!

          Gobbling about brainless people, who is the most brainless of them all Pepito? The Mayor Quimby takes the price! How could the Simpsons vote for a moron leader for Simpsville? Even I know that’s stupid, and I have a smaller brain than the Simpsons. That glutton just spends the money of Simpsville on expensive food instead of teaching his people some morals! Like Britney Spears sang, “Womanizer, woman-womanizer, you’re a womanizer, oh womanizer…”

          That mayor does no good at all. He pays a lot of money to the police officers, but the police officers only take advantage of his stupidity. He also increased the taxes, but where does that money go? I only see his belly getting bigger. Quimby just seats in his massive chair and gives orders with his sausage yellow fingers! It’s as if we had no mayor at all. Can you believe he salivates more than a dog? I can’t believe even the mayor treats me unfairly. He is spending more money than necessary by importing the turkey for this Thanksgiving. He could use that money to feed poor Simpsons and could eat me on this Thanksgiving. At least he has ME! I AM something! He should consider me as an integral part of this society.

          I’ve been forgiving those ‘Simps-vile’ criminals for a long time. They think I’m a hermit. Pff! I have you, my trustworthy fly, the turkey’s best friend. At least I have more feelings than those heartless yellow creatures. I guess I could use a little social interaction! This year I will avenge my unfortunate life! I will steal Matt, this year’s turkey. GOBBLE GOBBLE GOBBLE!

Narrator:

So the Frinch started with his scheme on a Thanksgiving day

He put on his thief mask and went away.

He went to the town

Where he saw fried Matt with a frown. 

He entered the mayor’s house and kitchen 

And he stole the Thanksgiving turkey that looked like a fried chicken. 

The Frinch (back in his plateau and gobbling): 

GOBBLE GOBBLE!

Now I’ll never squabble!

I have wrecked Thanksgiving day

And made them pay!

Meanwhile, Pepito went to talk with the mayor to tell him about his immoralities. He thought this was smarter than stealing a turkey…

Pepito (with a Mexican accent):

Mr. Mayor,

Pardon the Frinch’s stupid misdeeds

And don’t worry, he’s got no weed.

Please, stop with your peccadilloes!

Can’t you realize you are the antihero?

Today’s Thanksgiving,

If you give your turkey to the poor you’ll be sparing.

You are selfish

And the people of Simpsville are cockish.

Please, it’s Thanksgiving

Start a moral living.

Choose the Frinch as this year’s turkey

And you will begin a thankful journey!

At the end, Mayor Quimby donated his fat turkey to the poor Simpsons in Simpsville. Pepito, the Frinch, and Mayor Quimby became friends and celebrated with Tequila before frying the Frinch for Thanksgiving. Quimby and the Simpsons learned their lessons and were thankful forever.

Works Cited

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The Strange Traveler: The Powerpuff Girls Version

The ‘Strange Traveler Blog’ starts with a little introduction by the Narrator of the Powerpuff Girls’ TV program. Consequently, Blossom, the character who encounters Jean Valjean, starts with her story.

Narrator:

Sugar... spice... and everything nice. These were the ingredients chosen to create the perfect little girls. But Professor Utonium accidentally added an extra ingredient to the concoction...Chemical X! -- Thus the Powerpuff Girls were born! Using their ultra-superpowers, Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup have dedicated their lives to fighting crime and the forces of evil!

But enough with the story of the creation of the Powerpuff Girls! It’s time for the real story to start!

The Powerpuff Girls in Les Miserables - Special Edition

The City of Townsville... WITHOUT THE POWERPUFF GIRLS! I was notified by the major that they were called for an important mission in France!

I wonder what’s so important…

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Blossom:

My sisters and I were playing with our new dolls in our bedroom. Suddenly, we received a call from the Mayor’s office. I immediately answered the phone call. The Mayor sounded absent-minded as always. He told me that he had received a letter from the Mayor of Digne, France telling him about a vagabond, called Jean Valjean, who killed people with his potent stink! I was astonished!  I thought to myself, “Oh no! The Mayor of Digne and the inhabitants are in a life-threatening position!” Buttercup, Bubbles, and I kissed Professor Utonium and went to complete our duties as the POWERPUFF GIRLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Heroic music).

After five minutes of flying, we arrived to Digne, France. It was not hard to find that stinky vagabond! Before we could surround him, we had to get pegs to put on our noses to avoid death! My sisters and I then went back to the dirt road, and stopped that stinky Jean Valjean. After that, we said with exasperation, “NOT SO FAST, JEAN VAL-JEAN!”  I was so thrilled! It was my first French villain encounter!

What astonished my sisters and I was the fact that he seemed humble, weary, tired, and harmless. His first words were, “Oh no! The Powerpuff Girls! Please don’t harm me! Don’t judge me because of my looks! I just tried to steal a piece of bread!” First, I felt flattered that he knew who we were. But then, I felt sorry for him. He looked frightened and desperate for a shower, but most notably, for food and a bed.

I, as the big sister, asked him what his problem was. He started crying. Buttercup couldn’t stand seeing a big man crying like a baby, so she told him, “SHUT UP! CONTROL YOURSELF MAN! SUCK IT UP AND TELL US WHAT YOUR PROBLEM IS!” Buttercup can sometimes cross the limits with her evilness.

Jean Valjean cried even more, and then I felt a heartrending feeling. I wanted to cry with him, but decided not to because he could actually be a superior con artist. Bubbles was already shedding into tears obviously.

After an hour of waiting for Jean Valjean to stop his weeping, we all finally sat down on the grass and talked like mature adults.

Jean Valjean told us his entire story, from beginning to end. Besides being rejected because of his yellow passport, he also told us people couldn’t stand his smell. I felt so guilty and took my peg right away, which later I regretted.  Poor man! He had been rejected by two inns, by the turnkey in jail, and by a dog with a conceited aura.

Finally, he asked us if we could offer him a bed and some food. I felt the need to discuss it first with my sisters and with Professor Utonium. I felt really proud of my responsibility and thoughtfulness in this occasion. I went flying to the City of Townsville and asked Professor Utonium. Undoubtedly, I wanted to help my new friend Jean Valjean, but the Professor said that we couldn’t. He had an important experiment to finish and didn’t want a loud slumber party upstairs. The cry-baby of Bubble started crying. Even that didn’t work to convince the Professor.

We went back to France with Jean Valjean. I told him that we couldn’t help him. I felt so careless. Jean Valjean had just suffered another rejection on behalf of the Powerpuff Girls! I thought to myself, “This is unacceptable! What can I do?”

Then, I came up with a brilliant idea! I told Jean Valjean that Mojo Jojo had a huge mansion with a lot of space for him! Jean Valjean could perfectly act like a villain with his super stinky power and Mojo Jojo would totally open his doors to him!

Unfortunately, Jean Valjean rejected my suggestion. He said that he had a phobia towards monkeys, especially towards wicked ones! I think Jean Valjean was taking advantage of me. He thought I was stupid enough to give him the Chemical X! Duh! Of course not!

My sisters and I said goodbye to Jean Valjean and wished him good luck. We had to leave because it was past our bedtime. Buttercup was crying and I thought it was because it was a sentimental moment, but it was because she couldn’t stand Jean Valjean’s hideous smell. We were apologetic with Jean Valjean and then we waved goodbye.

*I think I heard him yell, “Curse you, Powerpuff Girls!” Nevertheless, I never let cheap insults lower my confidence.*

Works Cited

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Letter 2: [PRAYERS AT THE CONGRESS]

John Adams to Abigail Adams

Letter 2

[PRAYERS AT THE CONGRESS]

         In this letter, Mr. Cushing, a delegate, proposed that the congress should commence with a prayer. Nevertheless, various delegates disapproved the suggestion due to the religious differences within the congressmen. The idea was finally approved and Mr. Duchè was allotted to read the prayers and the 35^th Psalm. The prayers caused inspiration and amusement in John and, at the same time, they were apt for the situation, given that Boston had been bombarded the previous day. At the end of the letter, John encourages Abigail to read the prayers with her friends and family and in addition, he expresses his profound admiration towards Mr. Duchè, one of the greatest and fervent orators in the Episcopal order.

Persuasion

“I must beg you to read that psalm. If there was any Faith in the sortes Virgilianæ, or sortes Homericæ, or especially the Sortes biblicæ, it would be thought providential” (John Adams 678).

   The previous excerpt portrays persuasion. John Adams is begging Abigail to read the Psalm, which indicates he is trying to encourage her. Moreover, he even uses an affiliation (using the sortes Virgilianæ) in order to induce and urge his wife to read the Psalm. This quote is significant to the letter overall because it expresses John Adams’ doggedness. John Adams wanted his wife to read the letter, and therefore was persistent. This gives the reader an idea of the magnitude of importance the Psalm had in John’s life.

Appeal to Reason

“It was opposed by Mr. Jay of N York  and Mr. Rutledge of south Carolina, because we were so divided into religious Sentiments, some Episcopalians, some Quakers, some Anabaptists, some Presbyterians, and some Congregationalists so that we could not join in the same act of Worship” (John Adams 677).

   The former quote expresses appeal to reason. John Adams is justifying why the congress could not start with a prayer. He is stating, with shrewdness, the valid reasons of the disapproval of the congress (the congressmen have diverse faiths). This quote is important to the overall of the letter because it manifests the motives of the rejection from the congress towards the proposition. This passage conveys the whole intention of the congress.

Works Cited

Adams, John and Mary. Letters. English class packet.

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Patrick Henry vs Hilanne Simon: Ring Fight #1

Mr. Patrick Henry:

     No pubescent female reflects more vastly than I do of the fraudulence of your words, as well as your facilities to exploit the immaculate minds of the President and of your fellow citizens in the court. Nevertheless, as you uttered, we all have miscellaneous perspectives and we shall not disrespect them. I pronounce resolutely, that I will not, and I repeat so you can grasp this motion, WILL NOT, be silenced. Therefore, I shall be outspoken and communicate the invalidity of your ideas. I am dogged to uncover the truth behind your so-famous-Speech-in-the-Virginia-Convention! After I terminate my speech, you’ll wish you hadn’t messed with me or my British advocates and loyalists! Paraphrasing what the legendary rapper Eminem once sang, I will tear down your balcony if you look down on me Patrick Henry!

     It is radical in this transition to state an indubitable veracity. You, Mr. Henry, are closing your eyes to the excruciating truth. Do you suffer of amblyopia or another eye disease? You avowed you were willing to know the whole truth; to know the worst and to provide for it right? Well, you, the Americans, are a reminiscence of the maleficent characters of Disney Channel movies! The British ministry has every single right to tax you. Why can’t you acknowledge the fact that we are not, in any way feasible, using a tyrannical system to recover the money we once lend you? None of us can disregard the certainty that the colonies could not render financial operative systems in order to defend themselves! The British ministry had the chance to provide justice for their nation by taxing the American colonists. But what was the demeanor of the colonies in this occasion, in which their own existence was concerned? The colonies rejected the valid opportunity to concede Great Britain with the same economic aids that were once provided for them. Consequently Patrick Henry, you should stop the drama and pathos immediately! Stop saying that you have petitioned, supplicated, prostrated, and implored the Parliament to stop the oppression, because in reality, the taxes are neither unfair nor oppressive! You alleged you have held the subject up in every light of which it is capable. You certainly have not. We, the British, have been the mature adults here! You are the ones who have compelled us to save the sanity and supremacy of our empire. We have altered our civil society in order to satisfy your cheap complaints and moans! Therefore, I am telling you to stop with the pretexts and supplications! Patrick Henry, you should thoroughly analyze the matters in dispute. The quarrel here is because of your contradiction to reimburse our money! That is why I think the only resolution to this struggle is to find a permanent redress. You should continue to pay taxes to the British ministry until you have paid their debts. If you execute what I propose, you will have a gratifying feeling. The scores would finally be even; for both the American colonists and the British.

     As a result, why do you affirm that we have rejected a reconcilable solution? You have distorted and twisted our words and actions in order to provide preferential treatment for your faction. You are practically threatening us you infamous insolent! Patrick Henry: why do you say you have done everything that could be done? You dispute every single action the British ministry performs! Admit it; you are blaming everything on us! Why don’t YOU take responsibility! Are you afraid of the consequences? Well, follow Eminem’s example and take a stand! We are not asking you to abandon your inestimable privileges; we would never ask such thing. We are earnest for you to understand and respect our position, instead of convincing everyone that we have declined to solve this disagreement peacefully. That’s what you’ve done; you have given Great Britain a notorious reputation based on our supposed “hostilities”. Give us the opportunity to display our subtle side once again. Be patient, for this is not an easy task for us. We have never thought of you as weak, but as a menace because you are numerous indeed. Henry, you alleged that you would fight for the holy cause of liberty. That’s nonsense! No holy cause needs violence in order to achieve it. John Lennon once said, “Give peace a chance.” Even though I suck at math, I devised a formula to improve our situation: time + chance = peace. Give us, the British, a chance to change what we can. Provide us with time and be patient. I can assure you will not repent. Everyone deserves a second chance. Give us a second chance and we will keep you at “arm’s length”. This is a better elucidation than condemning everything we perform.

     To leave you with a final thought Mr. Henry, why do you chose suicide over living in “subjugation”? Just scrutinize the state of affairs meticulously and you will realize you are making a big deal out of it. The British are only imposing taxes as a political and reasonable system to recuperate from the debts accumulated by helping your common safety. And how do you react? By stating: “war, war, war is the only solution!” Blah, blah, blah Mr. Henry! I am tired of hearing you whine! You should inform yourself by reading the connotation of “slavery” in a dictionary. You actually own personal freedom. You are positioning the colony of Virginia in an attitude of defense. We never meant nor intended for war to happen. In your speech, you only expatiated on the probability of the British ministry enslaving America! Your words do not serve as fear factors for me. Fortunately, Eminem helped me break out of my cage and helped me face my demons! I know not what course you may take; but as for me Mr. Henry, I chose to face my demons in a peaceful way instead of committing suicide!

Works Cited (Images)

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