The Stupidest Angel Chapter 18 Free Essays

string(68) " just to one boy, but I memorized that speech, so I like to use it\." Chapter 18 YOUR PUNY WORM GOD WEAPONS ARE USELESS AGAINST MY SUPERIOR CHRISTMAS KUNG FU Molly slipped out the back door of the cabin and around the outside wall until she could see the tall figure standing before her picture window. The fallen wires had stopped sparking out by the street and the stars and moon barely cut through the darkness at all. Strangely enough, she could clearly see the man by her front window because there was a faint glow shining around him. We will write a custom essay sample on The Stupidest Angel Chapter 18 or any similar topic only for you Order Now Radioactive, Molly thought. He wore the long black duster favored by sand pirates. Why, though, would a desert marauder be out in a rainstorm? She assumed the Hasso No Kamae stance, back straight, the sword held high and tilted back over her right shoulder, the sword guard at mouth level, her left foot forward. She was three steps from delivering a deathblow to the intruder. The sword balanced perfectly in her grip, so perfectly that it seemed to weigh nothing at all. She could feel the wet pine needles under her bare feet and wished that she’d put on shoes before dashing out into the night. The cold rain against her bare skin made her think that maybe a sweater would have been a good idea as well. The glowing man looked toward the opposite corner of the cabin and Molly made her move. Three soft steps and she stood behind him; the edge of her blade lay across the side of his neck. A quick pull and she would cut him to his vertebrae. â€Å"Move and die,† Molly said. â€Å"Nuh-uh,† said the glowing man. The tip of Molly’s sword extended a foot beyond the stranger’s face. He looked at the blade. â€Å"I like your sword. Want to see mine?† â€Å"You move, you die,† Molly said, thinking that it wasn’t the sort of thing you should have to repeat. â€Å"Who are you?† â€Å"I’m Raziel,† said Raziel. â€Å"It’s not the sword of the Lord, or anything. Not for destroying cities, just for fighting one or two enemies at a time, or slicing cold cuts. Do you like salami?† Molly didn’t quite know how to proceed. This glowing sand pirate seemed perfectly unafraid, perfectly unconcerned, in fact, that she was holding a razor-sharp blade against his carotid artery. â€Å"Why are you looking in my window in the middle of the night?† â€Å"Because I can’t see through the wooden part.† Molly snapped her wrists back and smacked Raziel in the side of the head with the flat of her blade. â€Å"Ouch.† â€Å"Who are you and why are you here?† Molly said. She snapped her blade back to threaten another smack, and in that instant Raziel stepped away from her, spun, and drew a sword from the middle of his back. Molly hesitated, just a second, then approached and snapped her blade down, this time in a real attack aimed at his shoulder. Raziel parried the blow and riposted. Molly swept his blade aside and came around with her blade for a cut to the left arm. Raziel got his sword around just in time to deflect her blade down his arm instead of across it. The razor-sharp tashi took a long swath of fabric from his coat, as well as a thin slice of flesh down his forearm. â€Å"Hey,† he said, looking at his now-flapping sleeve. There was no blood. Just a dark stripe where the flesh was gone. He started hacking, his sword describing an infinity pattern in the air before him as he drove Molly back through the pine forest toward the road. She quickstepped back, parrying some blows, dodging others, stepping around trees, kicking up wet pine straw as she moved. She could only see her glowing attacker, his sword shining now as well, the darkness around her so complete that she moved only by memory and feel. As she deflected one of the blows, her heel caught on a root and she lost her balance. She started to go over backward and spun as if to catch herself. Raziel’s momentum carried him forward, his sword swinging for a target that a second before had been two feet higher, and he ran right onto Molly’s blade. She was bent over forward; the blade extended back across her rib cage and through Raziel, extending another two feet out his back. They were frozen there for a moment – him bent over h er back, stuck together with her sword – like two dogs who needed a bucket of water thrown on them. From a crouch, Molly yanked the blade out, then spun, ready to deliver a coup de grace that would cut her enemy from collarbone to hip. â€Å"Ouch,† said Raziel, looking at the hole in his solar plexus. He threw his sword on the ground and prodded the wound with his fingers. â€Å"Ouch,† he said again, looking up at Molly. â€Å"You don’t thrust with that kind of sword. You’re not supposed to thrust with that kind of sword. No fair.† â€Å"You’re supposed to die now,† Molly said. â€Å"Nuh-uh,† said Raziel. â€Å"You can’t say nuh-uh to death. That’s sloppy debating.† â€Å"You poked me with your sword, and cut my coat.† He held up his damaged arm. â€Å"Well, you came creeping around here in the middle of the night looking in my windows, and you pulled a sword on me.† â€Å"I was just showing it to you. I don’t even like it. I want to get web slingers for my next mission.† â€Å"Mission? What mission? Did Nigoth send you? He is no longer my higher power, by the way. This is not the kind of support I need.† â€Å"Fear not,† said Raziel, â€Å"for I am a messenger of the Lord, come to bring a miracle for the Nativity.† â€Å"You’re what?† â€Å"Fear not!† â€Å"I’m not afraid, you nitwit, I just kicked your ass. Are you telling me you’re an angel?† â€Å"Come to bring Christmas joy to the child.† â€Å"You’re a Christmas angel?† â€Å"I bring tidings of great joy, which shall be to all men. Well, not really. This time it’s just to one boy, but I memorized that speech, so I like to use it. You read "The Stupidest Angel Chapter 18" in category "Essay examples"† Molly let her guard down, the tip of her sword pointed at the ground now. â€Å"So the glowing stuff on you?† â€Å"Glory of the Lord,† said the angel. â€Å"Oh piss,† said Molly. She slapped herself in the forehead. â€Å"And I killed you.† â€Å"Nuh-uh.† â€Å"Don’t start with the nuh-uh again. Should I call an ambulance or a priest or something?† â€Å"I’m healing.† He held up his forearm and Molly watched as the faintly glowing skin expanded to cover the wound. â€Å"Why in the hell are you here?† â€Å"I have a mission –  » â€Å"Not here on Earth, here at my house.† â€Å"We’re attracted to lunatics.† Molly’s first instinct was to take his head, but on second thought, she was standing in the middle of a pine forest, in freezing rain and gale-force winds, naked, holding a sword, and talking to an angel, so he wasn’t exactly announcing the Advent. She was a lunatic. â€Å"You want to come inside?† she said. â€Å"Do you have hot chocolate?† â€Å"With minimarshmallows,† said the Warrior Babe. â€Å"Blessed are the minimarshmallows,† the angel said, swooning a little. â€Å"Come on, then,† Molly said as she walked away muttering, â€Å"I can’t believe I killed a Christmas angel.† â€Å"Yep, you screwed the pooch on this one,† said the Narrator. â€Å"Nuh-uh,† said the angel. â€Å"Get that piano against the door!† Theo yelled. The bolts on the front door had completely splintered away, and the Masonite buffet table was flexing under the blows of whatever the undead were using for a battering ram. The entire chapel shook with each impact. Robert and Jenny Masterson, who owned Brine’s Bait, Tackle, and Fine Wines, started rolling the upright piano from its spot by the Christmas tree. Both had been through some harrowing moments in Pine Cove’s history, and they tended to keep their heads in an emergency. â€Å"Anyone know how to lock these casters?† Robert called. â€Å"We’ll need to brace it just the same,† Theo said. He turned to Ben Miller and Nacho Nunez, who seemed to have teamed up for the battle. â€Å"You guys look for more heavy stuff to brace the door.† â€Å"Where did they get a battering ram?† Tucker Case asked. He was examining the big rubber coasters on the piano, trying to figure out how to lock them. â€Å"Half the forest has blown down tonight,† said Lena. â€Å"Monterey pines don’t have a taproot. They probably just found one that they could lift.† â€Å"Turn it on its back,† Tuck said. â€Å"Brace it against the table.† The ram hit the doors and they popped open six inches. The table hooked under the heavy brass handles was bending and beginning to split. Three arms came through the opening, half a face, the eye drooling out of a rotted socket. â€Å"Push!† Tuck screamed. They ran the piano up against the braced table, slamming the doors on the protruding limbs. The battering ram hit again, popping the doors open, driving the men back, and rattling their teeth. The undead arms pulled back from the gap. Tuck and Robert shoved the piano against the door and it shut again. Jenny Masterson threw her back against the piano and looked back at the onlookers, twenty or so people who seemed too stunned or too scared to move. â€Å"Don’t just stand there, you useless fucks! Help us brace this. If they get in, they’re going to eat your brains, too.† Five men pointed flashlights at each other in a â€Å"Me? You? Us?† inspection, then shrugged and ran to help push the piano. â€Å"Nice pep talk,† said Tuck, his sneakers squeaking on the pine floor as he pushed. â€Å"Thanks, I’m good with the public,† Jenny said. â€Å"Waitress for twenty years.† â€Å"Oh yeah, you waited on us at H.P.’s. Lena, it’s our waitress from the other night.† â€Å"Nice to see you again, Jenny,† said Lena, just as the battering ram hit the door again, knocking her to the floor. â€Å"I haven’t seen you at yoga class†¦Ã¢â‚¬  â€Å"Clear the way, clear the way, clear the way!† called Theo. He and Nacho Nuà ±ez were coming across the floor from the back room carrying an eight-foot-long oak pew. Behind them, Ben Miller was wrestling a pew across the floor by himself. Several of the men who were holding the barricade broke ranks to help him. â€Å"Cantilever these against the piano and nail them to the floor,† Theo said. The heavy benches went up on a diagonal against the back of the piano and Nacho Nuà ±ez toenailed them to the floor. The benches flexed a little with each blow of the battering ram, but they held fast. After a few seconds, the pounding stopped. Again, there was only the noise of the wind and the rain. Everyone played flashlights around the room, waiting for whatever would come next. Then they heard Dale Pearson’s voice at the side of the chapel. â€Å"This way. Bring it this way.† â€Å"Back door,† someone shouted. â€Å"They’re carrying it around to the back door.† â€Å"More pews,† Theo yelled. â€Å"Nail them up in the back. Hurry, that door’s not as heavy as the front, it won’t take two hits like that.† â€Å"Can’t they just come through one of the walls?† asked Val Riordan, who was trying to join in the effort to hold the line, despite the handicap of her five-hundred-dollar shoes. â€Å"I’m hoping that won’t occur to them,† Theo said. Supervising the undead was worse than dealing with a construction crew full of drunks and cokeheads. At least his living crews had all of their limbs and most of their physical coordination. This bunch was pretty floppy. Twenty of the undead were hefting a broken pine-tree trunk a foot thick and as long as a car. â€Å"Move the goddamn tree,† Dale growled. â€Å"What am I paying you for?† â€Å"Is he paying us?† asked Marty in the Morning, who was hefting at midtree, on a jagged, broken branch. â€Å"Are we getting paid?† â€Å"I can’t believe you ate all the brains,† Warren Talbot, the dead painter, said. â€Å"That was supposed to be for everyone.† â€Å"Would you shut the fuck up and get the tree around to the back door,† Dale yelled, waving his snub-nose revolver. â€Å"The gunpowder gave them a nice peppery flavor,† Marty said. â€Å"Don’t rub it in,† said Bess Leander. â€Å"I’m so hungry.† â€Å"There will be enough for everyone once we get inside,† said Arthur Tannbeau, the citrus farmer. Dale could tell this wasn’t going to work. They were too feeble, they couldn’t get enough strength behind the battering ram. The living would be barricading the back door even now. He pulled some of the more decayed undead off the tree and pushed in those who seemed to have much of their normal strength, but they were trying to run up a narrow set of stairs carrying a thousand-pound tree trunk. Even a crew of healthy, living people wouldn’t be able to get purchase in this mud. The tree trunk hit the door with an anemic thud. The door flexed just enough to reveal that the living had reinforced it. â€Å"Forget it. Forget it,† said Dale. â€Å"There are other ways we can get to them. Fan out in the parking lot and start looking for keys in the ignition of people’s cars.† â€Å"Drive-thru snackage?† said Marty in the Morning. â€Å"I like it.† â€Å"Something like that,† Dale said. â€Å"Kid, you with the wax face. You’re a motorhead, can you hot-wire a car?† â€Å"Not with only one arm,† Jimmy Antalvo slurred. â€Å"That dog took my arm.† â€Å"It stopped,† Lena said. She was checking Tuck’s wounds. Blood was seeping through the bandages on his ribs. Theo turned away from the pilot and looked around the room. The emergency lighting was starting to dim already and his flashlight was panning them like he was looking for suspects. â€Å"No one left their keys in their car, did they?† There were murmurs of denial and heads shaking. Val Riordan had a perfectly painted eyebrow raised at him. There was a question there, even if it was unspoken. â€Å"Because that’s what I’d do,† Theo said. â€Å"I’d get a car up to speed and crash it right through the wall.† â€Å"That would be bad,† said Gabe. â€Å"That parking lot had two inches of water and mud the last time I saw it,† Tucker Case said. â€Å"Not every car is going to get up to speed in that.† â€Å"Look, we need to get some help,† Theo said. â€Å"Someone has to go for help.† â€Å"They won’t get ten feet,† Tuck said. â€Å"As soon as you open a door or break a window, they’ll be waiting.† â€Å"What about the roof?† said Josh Barker. â€Å"Shut up, kid,† Tuck said. â€Å"There’s no way up to the roof.† â€Å"Are we going to cut off his head now?† said Josh. â€Å"You have to sever the spinal column or they just keep coming.† â€Å"Look,† Theo said, playing his flashlight across the center of the ceiling. There was a trapdoor up there, painted over and latched, but it was definitely there. â€Å"It leads to the old bell tower,† Gabe Fenton said. â€Å"No bell, but it does open onto the roof.† Theo nodded. â€Å"From the roof someone could tell where they all were before making his move.† â€Å"That hatch is thirty feet up. There’s no way to get to it.† Suddenly the high chirp of a barking bat came from above them. A half-dozen flashlights swung around to spotlight Roberto, who was hanging upside down from the star atop the Christmas tree. â€Å"Molly’s tree,† said Lena. â€Å"It looks sturdy enough,† said Gabe Fenton. â€Å"I’ll go,† said Ben Miller. â€Å"I’m still in pretty good shape. If I have to make a run for it, I can.† â€Å"Right there, that proves it,† said Tuck, an aside to Lena. â€Å"No guy with tiny balls would volunteer for that. See how the dead lie.† â€Å"I’m driving an old Tercel,† Ben said. â€Å"I don’t think you want me trying to make a run for help in that.† â€Å"What we need is a Hummer,† said Gabe. â€Å"Yeah, or even a friendly hand job,† said Tuck. â€Å"But that’s later. For now, we need a four-wheel drive.† â€Å"You really want to try this?† Theo asked Ben. The athlete nodded. â€Å"I’ve got the best chance of getting out. Those I can’t outrun I’ll just go through.† â€Å"Okay, then,† said Theo. â€Å"Let’s get that tree over to the middle of the room.† â€Å"Not so fast,† said Tuck, patting his bandages. â€Å"I don’t care how fast Micro-nads is, Santa still has two bullets in his gun.† How to cite The Stupidest Angel Chapter 18, Essay examples

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History of the Spanish defeat of Mexico and the Aztecs has always been told in the words of the Spaniards. It has often been forgotten that with only having one impression of the events that took place during this time period, we can never be certain of the entire story, or what actually took place. For this reason, Miguel Leà ³n-Portilla took it upon himself to further explore pre-Hispanic history and gain insight from the native perspective. With permission from Dr. Angel Maria Garibay K., director of the Seminary of Nahuatl Culture at the University of Mexico, Leà ³n-Portilla was able to gain access to Spanish translations of several Nahuatl texts. The aforementioned texts provided â€Å"faithful representations of the indigenous originals† for which Leà ³n-Portilla used to detail the Aztec account of the conquest of Mexico. Most history documents the Spanish conquest of the Aztec Empire having taken place between 1519 and 1521, but as told in Broken Spears, there is record of the Aztec’s having received a bad omen almost ten years prior to the arrival of the Spaniards. In fact there were eight bad omens detailed by the Sahagun’s informants having occurred prior to the arrival of the Spaniards. The first bad omen appeared as a blaze in the sky and remained for one full year. Referred to as â€Å"wonders† rather than omens, the Munoz Carmago and the Tlaxcala also recorded eight occurrences of bad omens in very similar detail to what was recorded by the Sahagun’s informants. The final sign detailed by each was of two-headed creatures â€Å"taken to the Black House and shown to Motecuhzoma†. The second chapters of the book, titled â€Å"First Reports of Spaniards’ Arrival†, sightings of floating mountains were reported to have been seen off of coast. Initially they thought they could be Quetzalcoatl and deities for which reason they chose to bring them gifts. It was in fact Cortez who had landed upon their shore with. Cortes was not pleased with their gifts. Cortes had the messengers chained and fired a cannon which scared the messengers causing them to faint. After having his men revive them, he said they were to fight to see who was strongest as he had heard the Mexicans were strong warriors. Despite the messengers informing Cortes that they were sent to offer him a place to rest, he demanded the messengers return in the morning to battle. The messengers then promptly returned to shore to speak with Motecuhzoma. Motecuhzoma was  shocked by what the messengers had to report. He attempted to scare the Spaniards away with his magicians and warlocks, but was not successful. As detailed in the Codex Florentino, Motecuhzoma was quite fearful of the Spaniards after the failed attempt of the magicians and warlocks. Motecuhzoma had even pondered the thought of running away. Motecuhzoma made every effort to keep the Spaniards away, but Cortes marched inland with his men. This was said to have been the first battle between the Spaniards and the Indians. The Massacre of Cholula occurred shortly after and was of complete surprise to their people. There are two accounts of the massacre on record, one from the Sahagun’s and informants, and the other from the Tlaxcaltecas. There is chance that the Tlaxcaltecas fabricated their version of the massacre to cover-up the part they took in the massacre, but there is no certainty behind this theory. Once the massacre had ended the Spaniards continued their march toward Mexico City. When Cortes arrived in the City, he was greeted with excitement from the people. Due to the kind welcome of the Ixtlilxochitl and his brothers, Cortes chose to thank them through teachings of his religion and the â€Å"law of God† with help from his interpreter. Through these teachings Ixtlilxochitl became Christian; he as well the other princes were all baptized despite the initial objections of some of the Spaniards. Ixtlilxochitl received the name Don Hernando. Upon telling his mother, she at first had a poor reaction, but she then requested to be baptized as well and was given the name Dona Maria. With their newly strengthened forces, the Spaniards continued their march on to the Aztec capital. Motecuhzoma, who has been informed of the events that took place and the recent baptisms, discussed how to greet the Spaniards upon their arrival. After much consideration, it was decided that it would be best to greet the Spaniards as friends. The Spaniards arrived on the 8th of November in 1519. Motecuhzoma and Cortes introduced themselves to each other, and Motecuhzoma invited Cortes to the Royal House to rest. It was at this point that Motecuhzoma as well as the princes were held captive while the lords ran away abandoning them. While Motecuhzoma and princes were held captive, Cortes had his men take all items of value. They demanded they receive items such as food and water as well as other resources to take when they departed. After Cortes’ departure from the city, the Fiesta of Toxcatl took place. Cortes had been gone for twenty days when the massacre took place. The fiesta was that of most importance to the Aztec people, which is why they begged for the fiesta to take place. With the Spaniards taking part in the festivities, they danced with the Aztecs, but at one point, they blocked all exits of the building and immediately killed all of the dancers and the musicians at the festival. Upon hearing of the horrendous executions that had occurred, the Aztec people began to attack the Spaniards. They trapped them for twenty-three days and allowed no food to make it to the trapped Spaniards. Even upon Cortes’ return, the Spaniards were still held as prisoners; they attempted to scape at night when they were less likely to be seen by the Aztec’s, but were eventually spotted and killed. Ongoing killing occurred as a result of the realization of the Aztecs, that the Spaniards had no intentions of leaving their city. This sparked the beginning of a seven day battle which ended with the departure of the Spaniards and their allies. Under the assumption that the Spaniards had left for good, the Aztecs continued their fiesta. Not long after they were plagued with disease and attacked during their time of weakness by the Spaniards. Although the Aztec warriors put up a good fight, the Spaniards were just too strong of a force to fend off. After continued battle for eighty days, it was no longer just the Spaniards fighting the Aztecs; the Aztecs began to fight each other. The city had reached its end in year three, they had been defeated.

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The Magic Flute One of the most mysterious, mystifying plays of all time, The Magic Flute by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart is a fairy tale love story at first site, but in reality has much deeper themes and meanings. The Magic Flute Is largely known for Its remarkable music and hidden symbols. The number three is widely incorporated as a symbol of masculinity and wholeness of the self. According to The Two Faces of Creativity, chapter 10 of Coming to Our Senses by Morris Barman, Mozart belongs to the type II category of creativity. This category is described by creativity having been repressed, but not completely. In Mozart early years, his father ruled his musical ability and completely took over his life. However, as time went on Mozart started to take control of his life and talent and that Is when the real creativity showed. Mozart father Is represented in The Magic Flute by the character of Sarasota. We will write a custom essay sample on Mozarts The Magic Flute or any similar topic specifically for you Do Not WasteYour Time HIRE WRITER Only 13.90 / page He is loved by all and on page 334 of Coming to Our Senses described as the priest of love. The Heroic Cycle is a Journey a person takes to find their inner Self and become enlightened.In order to begin the Heroic Cycle a person must have a call to adventure and must be willing to risk everything they have to enter the transcendent realms and become whole. In The Magic Flute Tomato and Pamela and Apogees and Pageant are two sets of twins who are essentially two parts of one person. In order to become that one whole person the two boys must go through rough tests and trials to become men, fulfill their purpose, and reach their other halves. The initiations are a quest of the human soul for both inner harmony and enlightenment y characters who are Joint participants In one being, one psyche or one soul. (Page 8, A Masonic Vision) These trials of Initiation are a time for Tomato and Apogees to really get to know themselves and who they really are. In The Passion of Siss and Souris, Jean Houston describes life as a series of initiations. Every step of the way you face new challenges and problems in which the accomplishments of them bring you a little bit closer to your self and the world around you than you were before. Taming and Apogees each embark on their trials with a deferent mindset. At the beginning of the play Taming was a helpless boy, pushed around by the Three Ladles.He needed help becoming more masculine. HIS Journey now Is to grow up and become a more masculine, man. Dominos journey represents the intellectual. No matter how hard it gets Taming knows that he has to man up and get through it in order to be with Panama. Apogees on the other hand, shows the emotional Journey and fighting with one self. Apogees doesnt know why he must endure these hard, hurtful tests because he hasnt connected enough with himself to understand it. At one point he Is psychological exploration of the self and the soul in order to have personal growth and enlightenment.Taming and Panama represent each others masculinity and femininity. They need ;ACH other in order to have a perfect balance of the two. Panama is Dominos muse, leading him on and being the reason for him to keep going. For the final and most difficult trial of initiation Taming and Panama must walk through the underworld, fighting off the souls of dead beings that werent strong enough to complete the Reunion. They pass through this final stage with the wholeness of being together, and Ninth the help of the magic flute. Now play your magic flute, for it will protect us on our way. The magic flute represents harmony and calm tranquil enchantment. It brings archetypes together in conjunction with one another. Often during the play En the magic flute is played, animals from the wild who in any other circumstance would be fighting and ripping each other to shreds come together peacefully being drawn in by the music being played as if in a trance. In order to find the Taming and Panama in us we must be calm and take the Journey of finding the soul.In The Passion of Isis and Souris it says on page 192 The magus is able to play upon the universe as though it were a flute. We must use the world around us to help us in our Journey and connect us to people, nature, and ourselves. Apogees and Pageant represent the child in us. When Apogees first sees Pageant as an old ugly woman, he doesnt think about what he sees on the outside and has a great time laughing and singing with her. All people need to find the Apogees in them, not Judging others by what they look like, but rather looking deeper and getting to now a persons personality instead.In order to achieve inner harmony and enlightenment we must uncover the Romano and Panama in us. We must take the Journey to find our selves and overcome all the tasks and challenges of initiation every step of the way. We must become Manhole and connect with our souls. Every person needs an equal balance of masculinity and femininity in him or her. During the processes of becoming whole, rebirth occurs. The old self dies and a new whole being is born. That new person has achieved harmony and enlightenment.

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New Freedom essays After the end of the American Civil War and the failures of Reconstruction African-Americans had finally been granted the freedom of which they had long dreamed. There was great optimism and hope amongst the former slaves as they had long been ready for independence. But the euphoria was short lived as Booker T. Washington wrote, The great responsibility of being free, or having charge of themselves, of having to think and plan for themselves and their children, seemed to take possession of them (Bailey, 6). African-Americans were quick to realize that freedom was a more serious thing than they had expected to find it (Bailey, 6). Freedom had not come with instructions and most white Americans were unwilling to help ease the growing pains these new citizens were about to experience. In fact many whites would do everything they could, including murder and terrorism, to knock the African-Americans back down every time they tried to stretch their wings. From local lynchings to seg regationist rulings by the Supreme Court almost every attempt by blacks to exercise their liberty was hindered and fought. Frederick Douglass wrote since poverty has, and can have, no chance against wealth, the landless against the landowner, the ignorant against the intelligent, the freedman was powerless (Bailey, 25). With little or no help coming from white America, including the Federal government, blacks would have to develop their own communities, institutions, and strategies to help themselves. The African-American responses to their position in an oppressive white dominated society generally took one of three forms. The first form was accommodation to the white dominated systems. This view was championed by Booker T. Washington, founder of the Tuskegee Institute. Washington felt that if black Americans were too vocal or violent then the white response would be even more violent. His Tuskegee Inst...

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Business Plan - Essay Example Such expansion will entail the setting up of a store location to offer the pretzels and its new selection not only during annual state fairs, but whole year round. Its customer will no longer have to wait during annual state fairs to avail of the pretzels and its new selection but can now go to a permanent location where they can avail of the product. Such expansion and setting up of store location however needs more capitalization. To this end, the present owner, son of the original owners Mr. and Mrs. Smith, will infuse a $ 50,000 capitalization to finance the expansion. The additional $50,000 loan with additional credit line will be used to cover the additional equipment to expand production and to cover additional overheads. To continue and expand the operation of Pretzels Galore and be able to cater to its unserved market by making Pretzels Galore available through a fixed store location creating and developing delicious, innovative, and a wider array of pretzels selection to the highest quality that will be appealing to different age groups and across different market segment and enhance the company’s market base and profitability. To become the leading provider of pretzel in the next two years through its distinct and delectable taste and by offering a wider array of Pretzels that is innovative and appealing while competitive in price. Pretzel is a unique knot like shape type of baked food made from dough and can be offered in a variety of soft and hard varieties and savory or sweet flavors. It originated from Europe and has a distinct symmetrical looped form. Pretzels Galore was a creation of Mr. and Mrs. John Smith who after years of participation in annual state fair has created a market following owing to the distinct taste and flavor of its pretzels. This was enhanced by the second generation of the Smiths who after experimenting for new flavors of the original

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College needs to offer services learning - Essay Example The educational value to the student is virtually nil (except that they learn that coerced voluntarism is a really bad idea).†1 Many people think service learning would be a great experience for college students in order so that they would gain college credit. However, communities do not necessarily have the money to fund service learning projects, unless they are sponsored by companies that can afford to sustain such programs and projects. It is unlikely that many organizations would be willing to freely donate of their time and resources in order to institute service learning programs for their communities, unless they could see direct benefits coming to their respective organizations. Most organizations would not be willing to donate time and money in order to see service learning projects come to light. However, advocates of service learning would argue otherwise. â€Å"Service learning provides a compelling reason to learn, teaches the skills of civic participation and develops an ethic of service and civic responsibility. Service learning increases motivation and retention of academic skills as specific learning goals are tied to community needs.†2 Also, advocates of service learning would argue that beyond empirical numbers, service learning has a beneficial effect on those who serve as well as members of a community. â€Å"Service-learning can bring learning to life for students. It can re-ignite disaffected students†¦who need skills in working together. It can bring members of the community into contact with young people, reminding both groups of the values of tolerance and understanding. Its benefits are numerous...†3 However, such a program of required service learning in college would be difficult to initiate and monitor. â€Å"Within the service-learning cycle, project monitoring is an efficient, systematic method

Analysis Essay Example | Topics and Well Written Essays - 500 words - 12

Analysis - Essay Example The paper discussed a vital and challenging aspect of healthcare, by taking into account a way some of the issues related to this topic can be addressed. Moreover, it was a proof of how an initiative can change perspective on a micro level, and why not to the overall medical system. Such initiatives are welcomed, and it must be remembered that the success of the project is a factor of the implication of people involved. Nowadays, an important issue when considering cost accounting are the physical distribution activities and other marketing functions. A solution to this issue is the activity-based costing (ABC) for marketing. The main outcome of this technique is to help marketing managers in their decision making process related to profitability, pricing, and distribution areas. The most important marketing activities considered are selling, warehousing, packing and shipping, and administrative. This article provided a clear distinction on importance of marketing costs, and the ways these are assessed. Because recent years were characterized by advancement in marketing, and also on the costs related to this, I think it is necessary to consider the ABC technique in order for a manager to take the best decisions for the company he is running. In order to assess the quality of distribution channels, an ABC analysis can be used. The advantage of this technique over standard approach to channel profitability is the fact that it is estimating cost more accurately, which is very important for a company to decide where it is selling its products. However, ABC has also a main disadvantage which is related to its assumption that all costs are product-driven so it should be allocated to products. Another approach is the strategic cost management approach, which extends the assumption of ABC to consider also that costs are driven by the customers and by the distribution