Rather than sanctions, the United States should consider taking the humanitarian high road and provide Venezuela, a country on the precipice of actual starvation, with food — with no strings attached. Frankly, we do humanitarian a lot better than we do military. Wouldn’t it be a nice change of pace if the rest of the world actually respected something we did abroad? And the farmers in the United States wouldn’t mind a bit if the government bought some of what they have to offer. We could simply tell the world that, while we don’t agree with the politics of the current regime in Venezuela, we refuse to see people starve in the Western Hemisphere.
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Dependence
A Speech Like No Other
It was the greatest speech ever given in American history: Abraham Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address at the dedication ceremonies at Gettysburg, given on November 19, 1963. The speaker before Lincoln, Edward Everett, a very famous orator in his own right, droned on for over 2 hours. After the respectful — and perhaps thankful — applause upon the conclusion of Everett’s speech, Lincoln took the podium. His speech lasted less than 2 minutes. When it ended, there was dead silence from the massive audience that had assembled to hear the speeches and pay their respects at Gettysburg. There was dead silence because no one realized the speech, so brief and to the point, had actually ended. Slowly there was hesitant clapping from the audience. This — silence and confusion — was the immediate and ironic response to the greatest speech ever given in American history. Of course, all the Northern newspapers…
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True Wealth
Beauty and Truth
“Beauty is truth, truth beauty.” John Keats
Two Ships Passing in the Night
Two characters approximately the same age 35-40. Both very successful and extremely competent in what they do as well as highly respected by everyone around them. One is an executive in an advertising agency in Manhattan; the other is a Roman senator around 117 A.D.
First scene shows the advertising executive in his office negotiating an ad campaign with a client — both are dressed in expensive tailored suits. It is clear from the advertising executive’s interactions with others that he is well respected, competent, and on top of his game. The client becomes more and more excited with each suggestion made by the advertising executive. Ultimately, the client enthusiastically shakes hands with the advertising executive — thanking him profusely — and departs; and the advertising executive takes a moment to peer out his skyscraper window, thoughtfully, at the spectacular view of mid-town Manhattan — his kingdom.
Next scene is…
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North Korea — What to Expect
Ghosts, Madison Avenue

Manhattan, A Photographer’s Journey by Henry Barnard

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Nuclear Winter

The New START (Strategic Arms Reduction Treaty) was signed in 2011, replacing START 1, and runs until 2021. It limits the number of warheads of the US and Russia to 1550 each. It’s interesting to try to imagine what the United States would turn into if 1550 nuclear warheads were to hit their target here. These modern warheads are not comparable to the two nuclear bombs dropped in WW2, which are puny in comparison. The modern warheads are much more powerful – some, for instance, more than 3000 times the explosive capacity of the bomb dropped on Hiroshima.
Major targets are assumed to be hit with not just one but multiple warheads to ensure that at least one warhead gets through. So it is safe to assume that all major cities would simply be obliterated, given the magnitude of these weapons, leaving intense radiation in the surrounding area. Most of…
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Itch
In the middle of my back there is an itch.
I twist and squirm but cannot reach it — it’s a bitch!
Mind over matter, philosophers say, melts that witch,
But, try as I might, I really could use a switch.