The Unfortunate Dwight Collins. 1

Dwight Collins found himself in a very precarious situation. In his dress suit he loosened his neck tie thinking it would help him breathe. But it does not. At the window of a 46 floor sky scraper he watched the people on the ground move around crowded Chicago. He missed his old rural life working with his hands. But now he was in advertising and with his job he must come up with new images that wow the target demographic. Get them out to buy that product, service, or event.

He paced outside a corner office waiting because he was told to wait. Another reason he missed the manual labor world. It was accepted to give a piece of your mind if common sense was present. His head felt dizzy, like he had too much caffeine. He sat at the bench which looked out the wall size window. He looked at the ground enough and put his gazed to the summer mid-morning skyline. He noticed a black dot in the horizon. One of his quirks as a kid was following jets across the sky. So he waited for the coming jet when he heard, “God damn it, what do you mean he meant that, everyone else thinks it’s a dirty subliminal message!” a annoyed man roared behind the door.

Dwight knows what is coming next and really he should just get up and look for another job. But as he turns his attention to the outside again, his life changed dramatically. That black dot was moving quicker, more of a shape now. As it grew larger it didn’t lift over the city it stayed right in line with Dwight’s eye line. Dwight remembered terrorism and suddenly began to really sweat. He followed the shape as it grew and grew.

“Pull up” he whispered to the glass, but the jet. No it’s bigger than a jet, a ‘bomber’. He took a step back as the bottom opened. Sights of bomb runs in movies and TV rushed into his mind. He was a step ahead of the action as the objects released. He launched to the floor as the large bombs whizzed past the window.

The explosion tossed him in the air and back to the floor. The windows scattered and brought hot, stinky air into the floor. Dwight wondered if his building was hit gazing across the street at the 25 westboard building. His fear began to launch as the whole build started to tilt. But the optical illusion of the whole 25 westboard building falling across the street gave him the sense of falling. The noise it made, the slow decent, the people he could see tumbling inside, the yawl it lumbered, ugly was all Dwight could think. He crawled to the edge to see it land and domino another building. The crash was deafening. The sight amazing, a demolition gone horribly wrong or a terrorist act gone perfectly right.

He pulled back as the dust rose. Then he noticed more black dots, he didn’t know who, but he thought of the people in the 25 westboard building………

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Travis said,

Sociological event

My name is rather common, Travis Mitchell. And I know I won’t be the last. But every once in a while this happens, a Travis Mitchell I do not like. Now I am not saying I do not like him because he has my name. I do not like him because BUD LIGHT proudly sponsors him. I know what your thinking he has a talent he capitalized on and good for him. But as an image/ propaganda/ graphics/ visual message type of person I am I see that logo and the message and it’s frustrating. One bud light is a shame of a beer. Two alcohols is really the gateway drug. And three to make it interesting, what if I was a Muslim male, whose religion shuns alcohol consumption.

Sociological reality

Ever since the events of world war two the world turned a corner together; America has had a “rich blindness to the rest of the world” demeanor. Now before you as an individual explode, I know one person can respect, acknowledge, or understand other cultures. As a whole we are blasted with so many false messages and images that our minds make snap judgments to different cultures without even knowing it. This is one way our minds work, so next time it takes less time to think about something, memorization of images. I am fine with the happenings of how the country became and acted into the fifties (I know slavery, violence, bigotry, one problem at a time people, besides someone back then should have been blogging. I apologize if that joke offended anyone but I am try to get a wide demographic in order to show my type of common sense.) During this time (the fifty’s) I would be placed on a black list, but now it’s up for discussion and that’s all. Alcohol is a relaxation answer to “a hard day”, all Muslim people are born bad, poor people are stuck with poor food nutrition, homosexuals are hated by religion, abortion choice battlefronts, and a economy that demands you use 9/10th of your paycheck on mortgage, credit, tuition, funneled food, payments, an taxes. “Wait you have kid’s well time for you to get another job”. So the real teacher, the parents, are never home to help their children as question come across their minds. The middle class thinks they are fine, but it’s their children who suffer the most with issues. So when that discussion comes to them, they don’t know what is right, they go with the masses of hate. “I don’t understand, it’s not me, I don’t like it” they say.

Sociological dream

You would think this one is easy, everyone gets along or the guillotine will be brought back. Or a manufacturer will be contracted by the government to rocketed people who can not get along into space. But really this simple concept of getting along with our fellow person starts with your family planting that nut of equality into your mind, watering it with encouragement and feeding it with love. So as the child becomes an adult the lumberjack (capitalism) with his huge axe (racism/ propaganda) thinks twice about swinging at this adult’s massive equality tree. My god people at least fool your government you are not spending any time with your children when really you’re spending a lot of time with your children. Try to hate someone or idea with your kid right next to you. And if you still don’t want to at least understand the discussion in front of you, give your kid a chance and explain the sides of the argument, give them the tools to act for them selves. Bravo to the parents who did it right and are for gotten