World news and research:
By Lakira Mitchum
“The Irish financial crisis severely affected the economy, compounding domestic economic problems related to the collapse of the Irish property bubble. After 24 years of continuous growth at an annual level during 1984–2007, Ireland first experienced a short technical recession from Q2-Q3 2007, followed by a long 2-year recession from Q1 2008 – Q4 2009. In March 2008, Ireland had the highest level of household debt relative to disposable income in the developed world at 190%, causing a further slow down in private consumption, and thus also being one of the reasons for the long lasting recession. The hard economic climate was reported in April 2010, even to have led to a resumed emigration.”-https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Economy_of_the_Republic_of_Ireland
In the past I have done research on Religious conflict in Ireland, and I recited my opinion on how the conflict could be causing an economic downfall in the country sense the early 2000’s but besides religious conflict, citizens have to wonder where the money is going. Every year employment only increased by a small one percent sense the end of the 1920’s and immigration was one of the cause due to more citizens leaving the country without work.What I believe should take place is the possibility of the Irish proposing something else to offer the market, like new corporations supplying new jobs that would an be an constant social necessity, (encourage people to move to Ireland) encourage locals to apply for new jobs, start new major businesses like hospitals,theme parks that have value, ,Costco,Walmart,Ross, more Trains,Burlington,Macy’s,more clinics,maybe more museums eventually technology factories like another Google corp headquarters or apple,Mac,P.C,Windows Or, just brand new brands.This will offer jobs and business.other countries should give citizens in Ireland money to promote their products to other countries.Not only with Ireland but I think Scotland should actually team to resolve economic downfall. If the businesses flourish and franchise the economy would be better for the rest of the rest of the world.I believe that Ireland should use their taxes of renewing damaged property from vandalism and actually punish vandals and encourage tourism in Belfast and the surrounding counties.I think that corrupt politicians should be judge by the united nations and put out of office for the sake of the people but I believe that the citizens in poverty should choose who leaves office at any point in time, forming an peaceful political militia that votes based on their past international trauma.
What Ireland needs is promotion,more tourism advertisement (maybe a Wizarding world of harry potter) and corporate offers, more entrepreneurs that are willing to increase business locations as well as selling online profits. Most of all justice and peace on all sides.(Or a theme park pertaining to the lord of Rings).Restaurants that will attract Americans that are willing to spend money in Ireland for an unique experience.
Concerning human rights:
When it comes down to violence and conflict all political powers as well as civilian actions people must recognize that:Universal Declaration of Human Rights: states that
Article 2 Everyone is entitled to all the rights and freedoms set forth in this Declaration, without distinction of any kind, such as race, colour, sex, language, religion, political or other opinion, national or social origin, property, birth or other status. Furthermore, no distinction shall be made on the basis of the political, jurisdictional or international status of the country or territory to which a person belongs, whether it be independent, trust, non-self-governing or under any other limitation of sovereignty.
Article 3 Everyone has the right to life, liberty and security of person. Article 4 No one shall be held in slavery or servitude; slavery and the slave trade shall be prohibited in all their forms.
Article 7 All are equal before the law and are entitled without any discrimination to equal protection of the law. All are entitled to equal protection against any discrimination in violation of this Declaration and against any incitement to such discrimination.
Article 13 1. Everyone has the right to freedom of movement and residence within the borders of each State. 2. Everyone has the right to leave any country, including his own, and to return to his country.
Article 17 1. Everyone has the right to own property alone as well as in association with others. 2. No one shall be arbitrarily deprived of his property
Universal Declaration of Human Rights:
“Freedom is not worth having if it does not include the freedom to make mistakes.”
― Mahatma Gandhi
“When you find your path, you must not be afraid. You need to have sufficient courage to make mistakes. Disappointment, defeat, and despair are the tools God uses to show us the way.”
― Paulo Coelho,
By, Lakira Mitchum
Inroduction: The flaws in the possibilities of solarium.How our universal destiny can seem so destructive and painful, like a fallen zodiac. Prophesies can alter the beauty of the foretold spontaneous journeys, the saying the “ignorance is bliss” is something that can bless the mind and soul at least for the time being until the end.I feel stuck in some hideous nightmare that horrid feeling you get when you feel as if hope is only a cracked memory.I’m afraid a monster ate my dreams, I’m scared a happy moment only seems to be only a ghost in the sight of a shivering spectator. Presentiment is an occasional illusion and maybe love is just a joke told by a clown at an unwanted birthday party.I for the moment disapprove of my current state and in hope and desire that things will get better.Society is my disowned friend.
I was once a saint, I was once faithful to that religious account.
“Good judgment comes from experience, and experience comes from bad judgment.”
― Rita Mae Brown,
Fire in her heart part 1
The fatality in knowing my heart has been forgotten by the river where Christ bathed,when he died I died with him, my sins are still relevant to my personality.I have a uncertain adherence and a distasteful moan in the back of my head from the screaming and yelling I heard at my kitchen table.Childhood can become a small case of homesickness, the feeling you are seeking a deeper meaning.No man died for my mistakes because, my mistakes are what I learn from.We are created uniquely as humans to be flawed yet blessed and I hate the idea of condemnation.Fire in my heart may be the fire in hell, If I’m wrong for being a flawed human, I will never the saint the church tortured me to be. I must be myself.
We are all naturally Good, that’s how how we know that we have done wrong in the first place.
My universal life force was not brought to be by only a bible, and a Sunday meeting and prayers do not always solve our problems, because sometimes God gives us a pain killer instead of an antidote.I was a painkiller to my parents, I was a innocent child, a moving person that man have no sincere care for. The world is a scary place and contentment is our only way to sanity,not religion that leads to unapproachable saintly hood just to be welcome into an unpredictable utopia called heaven. (Heaven is the moment worth living more than others) Life is heaven if we allow ourselves to see the universe for what it is. We don’t know what will be like, and honestly you don’t know if God really favors you, you may be a Samson,or David or a Goliath, or a Ruth or Esther a Amon or Arron. We must be at peace with ourselves.
Heaven: the religious content is not for everyone we are all meant to be damned in some way if we were really borne into sin, what is the point in being born in the first placed.My identity is in my believe that I’m am okay with being a sinner,I’m content and at peace with myself knowing I may not be perfect enough to go to heaven. I am just human and that’s all.
I’m injured by saint hood,
but, cure by hope in humanity.
I’d rather be human; because I was born as an innocent precious infant in my own eyes.
Christianity is not my cure, it was my poison my abuse; My peace was found in knowing I was already created by an intellect greater than me,that saw me good already and maybe my life was meant to be good for me. We were meant to have peace, To were already meant to love, and why believe in a God that meant for us to be cursed from birth.it seems strange to say I’d rather be punished by my own sins than be forgiven by a God that allowed me to be cursed in the first place.We may not repent for all of our sins, we may not always be genuine,and maybe blessings may not always come to those that deserve them.
Love,compassion,kindness,empathy, wisdom among humanity can take place without religion.If we love without thinking of the possibilities of hell we will naturally be good enough to love ourselves and others.
They were now both ready, not to begin from scratch, but to continue with a love that had survived for thirteen years in hibernation. They were no longer travellers without baggage. They were no longer twenty. They’d both been around the block a bit and had suffered without the other. They’d both lost their way without the other.
Each had tried to find love with other people.
But all that was now finished.”
― Guillaume Musso,
The grassy plain has become their bedroom and she was the only woman who’s laughter matched perfectly with his universe. When she said, his name she was his only antidote,he thought he needed her, she was the center of his universe and he would rather be lost; than be without her.Things change; fall turns into winter, and she was still the same woman but ,this time they felt disaster at their door.Sometimes pain comes when we least expect it, and sometimes we waste time starring at the past times before we realize our contentment with the present can bring disaster to our future.Love is strange sometimes,but peace is simple and maybe it takes blood to better appreciate water, and maybe it takes a scar to help us realize we suffered.She wore a white dress to their wedding and he wore a black shirt to her funeral, life came so fast.Life for him will never be the same but until he sat in a pub and finally cried, for first time in a while, he finally will think of himself at night under the stars listening to the ghost of their past.”I love you Susan,and I always will”. but for now he has a new journey ahead of him, off to Alaska to see the new things.
Years latter he then lived alone in the mountains to only hear, the rain patting his name on the windows.He loves life more now although Susan is Gone he found a new love `that was in the mother earth. He sat sat in the crisp cool fall air waiting for something. Then she came walking down the dirt road, there she was a woman that looked as pure as the moon herself. “Hello Robert” She needed him as much as he needed her, her name was Charlotte, she was stunning and maybe a little pale with green eyes.
“I missed this feeling,” he wrote in his journal, he loves her, and she lived with him until they died, in the rain together, at the age of eighty, unmarried yet alive.
To be continued:
“To err is human, to forgive, divine.”
― Alexander Pope,
“Well, we all make mistakes, dear, so just put it behind you. We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.”
― L.M. Montgomery,
“Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.”
― Dr. Seuss
Chosen by the Gods
The mischievous mastermind behind the crying little girl or bleeding fussy woman I called myself,God created human being, my very core was of course chosen by the Gods.I don’t always make sense I don’t always look forward to looking at myself in the mirror and think that I’m the very apple of my parent’s eye.Beauty to me is a strange blend between pain and chaos,there is beauty in knowing I was meant to roll into an ball of flaming inspiration I’m absolutely blooming into a youthful innovation with what I find myself being capable of doing.My funny feelings, I have had that debate with myself to even; be willing to take a chance was no mere accident.I was chosen by the Gods to be sort of new to this, I was meant to have an identity crises, and find myself sometimes in a pitiful state of worthlessness simply to to one day feel greater.their is a funny hope, a wonderful lingering scent of beauty I sense in myself I am now losing shame of. Their is peace in the universe in knowing I am just in the world to earn my scars and scream my nightmares simply to gain a dream I could not imagine even in my child hood.The beautiful chaos I have found in my self is so unique I don’t think I desire to be anyone else but myself.
Mockery bleeds in the soul of the man with the deepest passion, he sighs with the feelings of deepest despair, we sing for him in the large bathtubs in tiny motel rooms.He’s the hero we only dreamed of him being happy but, really he’s a secondary chemical a dangerous lover.His heart is an industrial field, his eyes are the dusky windows of her station wagon, here he is sort, of torn, sort of broken, sort of confused, raped by villagers and hurt by women, and heroine she could never really save them both; she only put him in the fun house to get lost alone.The man stands alone,the man sings in the dark alley wishing for hope and homestead, homesickness bellows inside his weakened legs as he walks the dark street of lost cities.That man stood alone, he walked in the dark and eats away the cheap food he could afford.He rides trains in the afternoons and plays his guitar at her grave.You see how love works and you see how lust works after a while and somehow the sky just seems a little clearer, and the doves seem a little whiter and roses may smell a little better even after his lover died.God said, love was everything, and they said, family never gets left behind, but why did it take him so long to find this type of love so it’s been taken away by this so called heroine, the strong feminist that sold her soul to the ones that enable her to do nothing but drown in her own urine. What is love to him, love was hope, love with with him all along, when he learned to love himself, he found an intellect higher than he was and was ever before.It strange how things come together in huge gatherings of horrid lies and bizarre truths.He know sleeping beauty was only raped in her slumber, he wants to be her hero,but until then he only a man that stood alone for now.