Tobacco Sells

To our selfless leader, Governor Beshear,

I have recently noticed a political debate upon the topic of raising or lowering the prices of tobacco goods sold in Kentucky, and it gives me a rather nauseous feeling that you have entertained the idea of even giving them a price. I believe that all tobacco products should be free, especially to those who go through a rough work day. In fact, the age limit for buying such products should be dropped to ten. With the rising rate of black lung and lung cancer by the help of smoking and second hand smoke the U.S. could radically drop in population, balancing out economic differences and certified social classes. Also, tobacco farmers could be turned into serfs for those who harvest more profitable crops and livestock. With tobacco products being completely free, I believe there will be a drop in crimes such as shoplifting and burglary.
Seeing as how no one else seems to have another option properly presented, death and slavery must be the only answer to the insufficient pricing, sales, and health problem. Obviously, Sir Beshear, the answer to our states' economic and health problems is to raise the pricing of tobacco products ten fold. With a raise in price only those with excess money to spend would be able to buy these products; with only the wealthy buying, less and less young adults and middle agers would be exposed to second hand smoke, black lung, and lung cancer. Along side that, the tobacco farmers, instead of being a slave to the rise and fall of sales and pricing, would have a steady income just as other Kentucky cash crop farmers. Then, as the wealthy spend and the 'bottom of the list' farmers earn, our current state of economy will have a head start in balancing itself out. A much better plan than handing out tobacco products to small children, converting hard working people into serfs and slaves, and supplying the entire state with a substantial amount of edible, breathable black lung and cancer. Deadly toxins are not safe with they come cheap, and poison should not be free.
Sincerely,
Caitlin L. Camic

So...does anyone else suck at Math besides me?

So
I finally didn't get a D on my geometry test!
I got a 96 (:
Score!
And yet I still suck at math.
So I'm sitting in the computer lab in second block
Tired as I don't know what
And I don't feel like doing anything for the rest of the day.
And yet
I have to walk around fourth block and sing people lovey-dovey stupid songs
for retarded Chamber Singers.
And I want to go home and sleep
Because my head and throat are killing me.
Blehh
I hate High School.
I'm only a sophomore and I STILL
can't wait to leave.
Of course,
I have been here in this building since I was 6...
Ehh
Oh well.
So
I'm writing a book (:
And people keep bugging me about it
But I'm not telling!
So shh!(:
Hmm....
Maybe I'll put the preferace on my next blog...
*Wink wink* (;




LOL(:
(I still HATE that song.)

Daniel Rigney.

So
This past week I had a conflict with myself
And I was confronted by myself and others.
Another battle in my head.

Last weekend was supposed to be TCTC
OR
Tennessee Christian Teen Convention
Which is a HUGE christian concert.
BUT
One of the original members of my youth group,
Indian Hills Christian Church,
tragically died in a car accident
and the other passenger,
Sabrina,
was injured and most likely traumatized from the incident.
His name was Daniel Rigney,
and although I may have never gotten the pleasure to actually meet him and get to know him,
now I feel as if I can relate to him more so than a lot of other people I know.
All that anyone could say about Daniel was that he was a loving and lovable, strong faithed, strong willed christian.
The first in our youth group to actually understand what it meant to love God with all his heart,
and has been an amazing motivation to those who got the opportunity to spend time with him.
And now,
even though he may be gone,
he still is.
Even though I may not have gotten to become friends with Daniel, talk to Daniel, or even meet Daniel,
I know that he's where we all want to be.
And I know that Daniel has even inspired me to further myself in Christianity.
To make more of a stand for the real light of God's amazing grace.
Daniel Rigney truly is an inspiration to us all
And shall never be forgotten.
As I say this
I've been thinking about what I would like to do to keep the memory of Daniel loud and vibrant.
To keep the thought of God loud and vibrant.
I've come up with a plan.
As soon as I am able to collect what I need for my plan,
I hope that I can set out by myself at first and start off going to see Sabrina and Daniel's families.
I'm hoping to call it The Rigney Crew
And my plan is of one that I've been thinking over for some time
Even before his early death.
I want to do something that Daniel would appreciate.
I want to work with anyone who gets stuck in a hospital.
My plan is to spend time with everyone I can who happens to be there.
I want to give them a gift of happiness.
So, I want to spread the Gospel.
It sounds a little cliche,
but my idea is to entwine a song or verse from the Bible into a simple bandanna bracelet or necklace.
So that everytime they see it
They can remember the verse.
In my head it really is just a symbol.
How humans, like the bandanna, are simple and imperfect;
While the verse or song inside, like the Father, Son and Holy Spirit,
Are everlasting, unfailing, and a promise of Heaven.

So as I beggin to embark on this new journey inspired by Daniel Rigney
I want others to remember him just as I do.
As another glimpse of God's true Glory,
And an inspiring light that will forever be blessed upon our imperfect hearts.
No, Daniel wasn't perfect, but Daniel loved God with everything he had.


Isaiah 40:31
but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.

Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

"The moral life of man forms part of the subject-matter of the artist, but the morality of art consists in the perfect use of an imperfect medium. No artist desires to prove anything. Even things that are true can be proved. No artist has ethical sympathies. An ethical sympathy in an artist is an unpardonable manerism of style. No artist is ever morbid. The artist can express everything. Thought and language are to the artist instruments of an art. Vice and virtue are to the artist materials for an art. From the point of veiw of form, the type of all the arts is the art of the musician. From the point of veiw of feeling, the actor's craft is the type. All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril. Those who read the symbol do so at their own peril. It is the spectator, and not life, that art reall mirrors." - Oscar Wilde.
"Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope. They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only beauty. There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all." - Oscar Wilde.
"But beauty, real beauty, ends where an intellectual expression begins. Intellect is in itself a mode of exaggeration, and destroys the harmony of any face."- Oscar Wilde.
"An artist should create beautiful things, but should put nothing of his own life into them."- Oscar Wilde.
"The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself, with desire for what its monstrous laws have made monstrous and unlawful."- Oscar Wilde.
"You are a wonderful creation. You know more than you think you know, just as you know less than you want to know."- Oscar Wilde.
"Yes; he would try to be to Dorian Gray what, without knowing it, the lad was to the painter who had fashioned the wonderful portrait. He would seek to dominate him-had already, indeed, half done so. He would make that wonderful spirit his own. There was something fascinating in this son of Love and Death."- Oscar Wilde.
"Humanity takes itself too seriously. It is the world's original sin. If the cave-man had known how to laugh, History would have been different."- Oscar Wilde.
"The quivering, ardent sunlight showed him the lines of cruelty round the mouth as clearly as if he had been looking into a mirror after he had done some dreadful thing."- Oscar Wilde.
"His unreal and selfish love would yield to some higher influence, would be transformed into some nobler passion, and the portrait that Basil Hallward had painted of him would be a guide to him through life, would be to him what holiness is to some, and conscience to others, and the fear of God to us all. There were opiates for remorse, drugs that could lull the moral sense to sleep. But here was a visible symbol of the degradation of sin. Here was an ever-present sign of the ruin men brought upon their souls."- Oscar Wilde.

Blame

A standard cross

Symbol of loss

And yet of so much gain

A love so strong

My heart belongs

Where His blood took my blame

My head so filled

My heart has stilled

His grace, I do acclaim.

Amazing Grace

Your love so strong

Yet earth so binding

I cannot see your face.

Please lead me on

In Your Holy song

Your true loves song

Entitled Amazing Grace.

All is Fair in Love and War?

Broken hearts left in shards

Of all this broken glass

Bleed to death

And laid to rest

Weary from their past...

The ones fixed up

No bruise nor scar

Lay peacefully in sun

A happy heart

Alive and vibrant

Beat with love so strong...

So all is fair in love and war,

When hearts so cruely broken?

I think not, for hearts so fraught

Because love is not a token.

When cast aside

Barely alive

Whom would you say is loved?

So speak no vows

Until love found

War is not forsaken.

Grind Those Geers.

Freshman = ANGER.
Nuff' Said.
Ultimately,
Freshman are the cause of my daily annoyance.
If I could set them all up in a line in the parking lot
And run them over with a semi truck
without causing fatalities or injuries,
just ANNOY the crap out of them
I WOULD DO IT EVERYDAY.
Why do you need to stop on the middle of a hallway that is barely
even 3 feet wide?
GRIND THOSE GEERS FRESHMAN, GRIND EM!

Ending The Fall Semester...Beginning a new strand of pain and suffering.

So this semester was OKAY.
Not good,
But definitely ANNOYING!
Honors Biology is something I'm prepared to scream and shout and run for joy to NEVER HAVE TO TAKE IT AGAIN.
I just dont understand why she doesnt teach us the material the first time instead of reteaching and reteaching the SAME MATERIAL at LEASTT three effing times!
WHAT THE HECK
So annoying.
My dads class is alright
Despite the fact that I suck life at painting.
English is easy because
HAA
Im easily one of Mrs K's Favorites
Which is actually, truthfully
REALLY ANNOYING ALSO
Why should I have to sit in the flipping library and WATCH PEOPLE TAKE TESTS THAT IVE ALREADY TAKEN?
I need to learn things in class too, MRS K!
Im not an effing genius.
Andd AG is particularly easy
Because is Mrs M
And shes my favorite teacherr EVER
I love her
Shes hilarious
Because she makes fun of retarded and annoying people((:
And everyone in that class is hilarious too
And two of my BIFFS! are in that class
And Katie
If your'e reading this
I LOVE YOU!((:
Next semester I have chamber singers
And I am ultimately going to kill myself.
Mrs S is a spawn of the devil reencarnated.
She really grinds my effing geers.
Hopefully though,
I'll live to write another blog.

LOL(: