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Protest – A Poem

This poem reminds us all that we have to fight oppression to find justice. As freedom is threatened globally, never has the message held more true. Protest The wreck, the havoc. The crooked chains, of the clumsy interior. they rattle, they spur. The corrupted curs of the dictating blood splatter. We bite, we shove. In… Keep Reading


Commentary on Gun Control: Who Owns The Nation’s Firearms?

Per legal definitions, works, and terms, individuals do not own firearms. Rather, individuals share ownership with the state due to the imposition of gun control. Accordingly, precise legal definitions and language as defined herein is required for complete comprehension of the laws. Definitions Before a firearm exists, <company name> buys hardware, materials, and supplies in… Keep Reading


The Persian Perish Song

A brief poem to make a crucial remark regarding of the wars’ in the Middle East, and the historical value of the region, which despite conflict is still a gem.   The Persian Perish Song Accustomed to war, heathened by dirt, lies a quaint little land, that tyrants bled to shore. Standing tall through historical… Keep Reading

Finance & Business

Dow 20,000 Conundrum: Why Markets are Destined to Drop

The Dow 20,000 conundrum dates to the 1990’s just before the Tech Bubble burst, when all indicators and experts pointed to a record breaking 20,000 points, but that prediction never came true. All market action being a byproduct of human psychology will make 20,000 a key resistance point for numerous reasons. One, nobody is willing… Keep Reading

ETF Cost Beating Investment Strategy

The Issue The primary issue with ETFs (exchange-traded funds), much like mutual funds, is the cost of operation. Thus, single shares in conglomerates are a much more effective personal investment strategy. Normal ETF’s have 2 fees: the cost of the trade and the cost of management. This can add up considerably, especially over the course… Keep Reading


Chosen Isolation of Suburbia

My steady, monotonous thumping of ill lifted feet, scrape every third step over the concrete. I push on, alone on the path. There is nobody near me; the silence is deafening. Further on I trek, finally seeing another human, only to be met with an empty gaze and a glare of scorn. Welcome to suburbia,… Keep Reading

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