hey you guys these are some of the answers that are given to this question ;what are the effect if any does the political; structure have on families in our society? can some one develop all this information into an essay. here is the information or opinions that people had given.
I think there are many ways in which the political structure affects families. Some are beneficial and others are detrimental. Of the good kind, one sees persons settled in a society where law and order prevail, which gives a sense of security to those who abide by it. On the other hand, there is probably too much governmental interference in the way people choose to live. High taxation, antiquated laws, lack of sufficient health care, a stressed economy, unemployment rates, escalating crime, relaxed national security, and domestic violence are some of the by-products of the division of politics in this nation. Where one side will preach conservatism, the opposing faction will expound on liberalism.
Hey guys can someone write an essay based on the information is given?
Hi Fatjona,
About the time I got into high school, I started noticing the way other people were living. I began to realize that I came from a clan of poor ingrates, breeding without concern of a pedigree. In lay terms, I was a simple S.O.B. and began to wonder, oh no, what in thee hell am I going to do? It took awhile to get a plan but then, one day I sold my mum for a hundred dollars to some young punk. I took that hundred and invested it into a ten-speed bicycle.
OK, there was a king-pin who lived in the neighborhood. I didn’t know his name but everyone called him, “Angel,” and I got a job working for him to deliver envelopes around town. The cops were always cruising the streets and I had a fun time ducking into alleys and following my bike after heaving it over the chain linked fence.
I finally figured out what was in the envelopes and I had enough cash saved up to try another line of work. But Angel wouldn’t hear of it. He said, “You ain’ta gonna quit. See that fat guy over der? He gonna beat the crap outta ya dad if you do.” If that wasn’t enough to persuade me to stay he added, “See dat greasy looking guy over der? He gonna rape yer sista.”
So, I told Angel about my sister, how she’d been giving it up for a long time and, I already sold my mum, did he think I cared about what would happen to my dad too? Angel had another card up his sleeve and said, “See da girl over there, she gonna kill you and da worst pard of it is, dey won’t be any pain.”
Fatjona, I must tell you now that I became very frightened. So much so that I went to the chief of police and fessed up with the entire story. I told him I only wanted to get out of the rat race. The chief was smug, self assured, as he drawled, “Well ok, we’ll try to hep ya.”
A few days passed and my routines returned to normal. I had forgotten what wheels I had set into motion and stepped outside one morning to notice no birds were singing. None of the regular stray dogs were roaming the streets. A tumble weed bounced out of an alley. However, I became aware of a S.W.A.T. team member scoping me from behind trees and roof tops. Then, the chief of police pulled up with a posse of paddy wagons. They drew their service weapons on me as a captain approached with a set of handcuffs. The chief said, “Angel’s gone, the fat guy’s gone, the greasy guy is gone. And now, you’re going to join them.“
The whole neighborhood got busted. As I looked out the back window of the cruiser I could see the bulldozers already beginning to level the block. I got sentenced away to perform hard labor. Taking turns between sweatshops, manual labor, milking cows, pipe irrigation. All the while always working side by side with cousins of inbreeds just like me. There is really no way out of this hell. The only moral to my story is,...
You probably didn’t read this far, did you?
Zach
Hey guys can someone write an essay based on the information is given?
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