Abstract

Sex slaves have been prevalent since Greek times and today it continues to thrive. The kidnapping and selling of women and children is taking place all over the world to satisfy people’s sexual desires. The problem is that this issue lies on a lot of borders, be it other countries, government, poverty, economy, war, extortion, and demand. An estimated 20,000 people are trafficked into the United States each year. Other countries have strict laws against sex slavery while others do nothing and rather allow it. The reason people use sex slaves because they don't have to pay their people and it receives a lot of demand from other countries (helping the economy). In the past decade the Trafficking Victims Protection Act was created in the US. It was meant to protect these victims but instead it gives violators an advantage in the court since they have to prove that it happened. The other big problem is the laxness of the border. Some of the officials receive bribes from traffickers. It isn't considered a major crime or concern in the United States. There has been some progress with catching these people but there isn't enough work being done to catch them all.

What we need to do is fix the issue here in the US, so that other countries can follow us on getting rid of this barbaric tradition of human violation. There are ways like letting people know about the situation through movies, books, articles, and PSA but the best way to make an impact is to make laws in the United States that help the situation. We could change the TVPA Act to allow victim's responses as evidence against the smugglers rather than evidence of smuggling and prostitution. We could have more cases examined and have people screened thoroughly at the border. But the most helpful is people speaking up in their neighborhoods and reporting it. So the plan is to get people to do what they can to help these people.

defending food

Some people chose to eat the way they do because it's either cheap, easy to make, or they don't care or know what it's made of and what it will do to them. We're so far into creating foods that are cheap that our whole society relies on it's efficiency. The government should try to regulate the food industry to make it more efficient rather then cheap and chemically harmful. Also they should let the public know about it and have companies try to follow healthy eating habits. They should not allow these companies to own or control patents for living things like seeds.

social deviants

you can find my sociology experiment on Sam Graye's blog below
until i get my own copy or find it on youtube

http://sgraye.blogspot.com/

Biography (I know I wrote it as an autobiography)

My parents fought over what they would name me when I was born. My father wanted it to be Nova and my mother wanted Evelina so the compromised with a combination of both, Novalina. To them it meant their shooting star and just like that the genes and relationship of my parents created me. Growing up with my parents led me to believe that everyone needed a healthy happy relationship. So I vowed to help people become self aware and love themselves first in order to find the one they love and their dreams.

My family has been my biggest influence in my life especially my dad. When he was growing up as a Puerto Rican kid moving to the USA, his parents told him to become a janitor. But he would strive for higher by becoming a computer technician. When I was growing up he taught me to do the same, and even now my parents continue to help my business ventures.

During my life relationships have been a big deal to me. In my high school and college days I had a relationship for six years. After breaking up I found that I learned a lot about my self through dating someone. I became aware of the things that I didn’t like and the ones I thought were important and began to change. People may find it hypocritical that I’m unmarried but that’s only because I haven’t found the found the one that I want to be with for the rest of my life.

All my life I’ve been pursuing my dreams by going to Davies College or getting a job as a radio DJ. And now I’ve found what may be my true task in life. I am writing a book about how women should love themselves and find her future without doubt. But I’m not just writing it by myself, it’s a collaboration of ideas and solutions of other writers just like me that are passionate about this idea. Hopefully I will become successful in getting the message across to people and help them along in life.

You don’t have to have all the answers or a perfect relationship because imperfection is a part in life that shows who we are as an individual and who were a match for. My love for people has always drove me to help and learn about others and their relationships by giving advice some would see me as their shooting star that started their life.

America's involvement

I don't believe that the United States should create excuses for going into another country especially if its for their own agenda. They should only be aloud to "help" when they are asked for help in funds, liberating a country, etc. literally the country as a whole has to vote that America must help but not to interfere or create more excuses and problems while were there. there have been many times were the CIA, FBI, Army etc. have infiltrated other countries and help for their our countries needs. if one country attacks another or there is an evil dictator killing people (even his own) then i feel we should go in and help for the good of those who are defenseless.

Wanderer from a known land

The boy in the orange turban through the gray lands carrying only a compass and the box his father had given him. although this was a peculiar box since there was no way to open it. On top was a note scrawled in pen

Give this to Barder
Use the turban
He will lead you there

The boy had no clue as to what this meant, he would just have to travel till he found the one he was to "barter" with. He set off towards the north and eventually came upon a humongous tree that would shade him from the moon and its dreadful light. he arched his back up against the tree and lay the turban across his eyes and slept.

A ringing awoke him, but the sound was unlike what he had heard before. The sound was an "alarm clock" like they had in the olden days. he looked towards the sound and only saw the dunes. but slowly a figure arose and headed in his direction on four paws. The sun had darkened the figure and its swiftness distorted the boys view. the boy then noticed it was a rare creature called a dog especially out here in the ocean. the dog halted and presented it self before the boy in a sitting position. on his neck was a dog tag labled

BARDER
Allergic to pumpkins, seaweed, and trashy romance novels

The boy had never heard of any of these things but knew that this is what his father sent him to find. the boy placed the box before Barter, the dog acknowledge the box and sniffed it. for a while nothing happened, but the corners began to disappear tuning into a sphere and then it split into four pieces. suddenly Barter and the boy began to float. the boy baked away from the dog and slowly they went down towards the ceiling. when he got close to the dog again they floated higher. the boy then jumped on the dogs back and they soared down into the ground. the boy pleaded to stop but it was no use and so he grabbed the dogs collar. they soared over the dunes and mountains of the sea. off in the distance he could see the city his dad had spoke of days before he left. The city of Profillia.

The Man

The man awoke at 6:00 AM just like any other Monday morning. He took his ten minute shower, put on his black shoes, black socks, gray pants, white collared shirt, ate his corn flakes brushed his teeth, and combed his beard. But today he stopped and looked in the mirror and ran his hand over his scalp, with a look of despair upon his face. Today was the man's 60th birthday. No one knew who the man was, where he had come from, where he lived, what he did, and why. With the busy life that every New Yorker lives no one bother to stop and ask these questions. The man was a ghost among the people.

The man placed his glasses upon the bridge of his nose, and immediately they began to droop below his eyes. Things were never the same since he left his life in Georgia along with the only people who knew the man. Actually it was more like everyday was the same for the man. He locked the door with the same key, walked down the same pathway, waited at the same bus stop, to the same park that he went to everyday. there he would sit on his bench, the same bench he sat on for the past 5 years, thinking, reflecting, and wondering to himself. The trees shook, the joggers ran, the bicycles whizzed by, the ducks quacked, and the children's laughter was heard. The man sat in the bench just like any other day. Except there was a boy sitting across from the man, swinging his legs, and looking towards the ground with despair. He stood and walked towards the boy. the boy looked up at the man and followed him as he sat on the other end of the bench. It was unusual of the man to pry into other peoples life since he seldom talked.

"What's your name boy" his voice was very raspy, the kid looked down at his feet and stayed silent. the man looked in another direction and sighed.

"Michael" the man looked at the kid with astonishment.

"A good name" the boy blushed at his remark and looked back at his swinging shoes
"what seems to drag you towards the floor boy?"

"i don't like it here" he said very softly.

"neither do I" the man said

the boy looked up at him puzzled

"why?"

"because i'm not home" the boy did not understand and just as he was about to ask him the boys mother grabs him by the ear

"where have you been, iv'e been looking for you for over an 20 minutes were late for your dentist appointment, and we still have to stop by grandmas"

The boy waves at the man and the man waves back with a smile.

The man sits for a little while and then unuaually stands up walks towards the subway entrance and finds the directions to the airport. He was headed back to where he belonged, to the people he still loved, to the land that he knew. Just then a man took a picture of him.



















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