callycar's blog

I know that I’ve mentioned this a little in one of my past blogs, but this is just something that I feel really strong about. I understand that the United States can’t allow everyone who requests to come here to enter. I understand that there are people who are a threat to the United States’ safety. I understand that we can only control so many people. But did we ever stop to think what it would be like to be on the other end? To be the immigrant that is being turned away?

It seems the world has come up with this idea that the more weapons a nation has, the safer they are. Well, we have now nuclear weapons, which have been discovered in a couple different nations, so if any one nation would launch a nuclear attack on another nation, the world could be blown up by the next day with no survivors. Would it not be more beneficial to a nation to start work on protection against those weapons, rather than new ways to destroy our world?

It seems as if the majority of the nations in the world seem to hold a debt to some other nation. Of course everyone wants their money, and people normally seem to want something tangible; something that gives the proof that they have a higher standing in the world than others. But what if nations that are in debt to each other allow their debts to the other cancel out? Like, if nation A owed nation B $15,000 and nation B owed nation A $12,000 dollars, couldn't they just cancel out each other’s debt of $12,000 so nation A would only owe nation B $3,000 and nation B owed nation A nothing?

I don't understand why the majority of society has such a problem with people who are different than the themselves. As I've grown up I've come to acquire different tastes that make my character stand out. I started off with small stuff in Middle School, like when I began to consistently wear pajama pants to school, or mismatched socks. People were actually pretty good about that, but then again, our generation has always been pretty good with accepting new things. But as I got older and began to branch out a little more, I got a little taste of, not rude objections to my ideas, but they couldn't understand me. The summer before my sophomore year in High School I decided to highlight my hair blue.