Blog Assignment #4

The next two chapters of 1984 dive a little further into Winston’s past, showing him crying in a room above Mr. Charrington’s antique shop with Julia nearby. He explains to her about how he feels that he murdered his mother after his father left them. He explains that he feels hatred towards the Party for eliminating human emotions, believing that everyone is still human, but are forced to suppress their emotions to the point of inhumanity. In chapter eight, Winston and Julia go to O’Brian’s home and inform O’Brian that the pair are enemies of the Party and desire to join the Brotherhood.

The list of plagiarism that I was shown did not hold any new ways for someone to inadvertently plagiarize a text that I did not know. When it comes to plagiarism, common sense is a major factor in deciding whether or not something you write is plagiarized. As long as someone has covered their bases, it is really hard for people to plagiarize a paper.

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Blog Assignment #4

Blog Assignment #3

 

In the fifth and sixth chapters of 1984, we further see how the Party seeks to control it’s citizens. In chapter five, Winston meets with a party official who is in charge of creating a revised dictionary for Newspeak, their native tongue, to prevent further thoughtcrimes by abolishing any words that could lead to thoughtcrimes, thinking that if there are no words for rebellion, then rebellion cannot happen. In chapter six, Winston writes in his journal reflecting on his past sexual encounters and how the Party denounces sex, using it only to “create” new Party members. Winston’s ex-wife detested the act, and only did it to attempt to create more members to support the government.

As to the video, I found one reflecting the subjectivist-relativist fallacy. Not many people really know what this is, but I chose this video because it accurately explains the fallacy and how it works. The fallacy is all about opinions, stating that because of one person’s opinion, a statement omits that one person. A popular example is with religion. Christians, for instance, all believe in the same outline of God, but when it comes down to the details, many Christians have the opinion that God fits them because of one thing that doesn’t apply to anyone else.

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Blog Assignment #2

The third and fourth chapters of 1984 begin to show just how controlling and dictating this government that Orwell has painted really is. These chapters begin with Winston dreaming about his mother who mysteriously disappeared several years prior turning into a dream where this mysterious dark-haired woman that works with Winston runs at him naked in defiance of the Party, ultimately leading to his awakening with the name Shakespeare in his mind, although he doesn’t know why. The next chapter talks more about how unfair the government of Oceania really is, forcing Winston to strike people and events from the Party’s records that could potentially compromise the harmony that the Party has created through brainwashing.

The term that I decided to research for our first essay is the Subjectivist/Relativist Fallacy. This fallacy is the thought or belief that what is true for everyone is not true for one single person. For instance, when it comes to religions, many people believe in a deity that represents their living situation. People who are in poor living situations believe in a deity that has the ability to boost their living situations. Many people also believe that their god, although the exact same god as the other people around them, has this one attribute that the god the other people believe in doesn’t have, because it helps those people believe they’re special.

Blog Assignment #2

Blog Assignment #1

Hi, my name is Logan Campbell. I am at Hinds to major in unmanned drone aviation and mechanics. I am interested in philosophy and subjects that make people think critically about themselves and the world around them. I have a few hobbies, like playing video games and playing a trading card game with a few close friends of mine. I do enjoy reading, but have not been able to indulge myself on that in quite a while, and I have written short stories in the past, but have neglected to continue that hobby as of late due to the real world.

I have begun reading George Orwell’s 1984, and the first couple of chapters had a really well written setup. Orwell painted a fair picture of the society that our main character, Winston, lives in. At first glance, though, the world is full of confusion, as is any new government in any fictional world, but Orwell quickly clears up some of the mysteries inside this world.

 

Blog Assignment #1

Reaper pt. 1

I’ll admit that there’s a little inspiration for the opening paragraph from HALO 3, and from some other books I’ve written, but this work is fairly close to being finished, although it could probably stand for heavy editing on my part, but I think you guys will like this. Enjoy. 

Reaper

I’ve gone through several years’ worth of training and studying for this moment. I’ve both seen and done things that you could never dream of. I have seen places you could not imagine. I have the best equipment available and I am the best at what I do. The actions make the man, not the tools he uses to accomplish them. The only thing that matters is that the action is accomplished. Who am I? I am the person that the young children idolize, the person that all adults fear. My blade strikes at the heart of the unjust. I deal out death and justice in equal portions. I am the Reaper, and I am here for both vengeance and justice. For the ones who are reading this who know that I am coming for you, I only have one thing to say.

Run. I am the monument to all your sins.
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    “What do you remember,” there’s an old man, hair white as the morning snow, sitting in front of me. He holds one of the new datapads developed by the Company. He’s lived a relatively easy life. His hands aren’t callous and scarred like mine. His eyes are kind, he hasn’t had to make the life or death decisions that come with my line of work. He says again, “Son, what do you remember?”

    Truth be told, I remember everything before last Saturday. Actually, I remember everything until the explosion. I remember- I remember the faces of all the ones I killed. Even the children. That day was hell on Earth. Fitting, seeing as I am the Reaper. “I remember dropping from the ship. High altitude, low orbit. My pod landed, and some farmer raised the alarm and sent their local ‘militia’ to try and kill me. They knew exactly who I was, and they were terrified,” I say. I rehearsed this story over and over in my head since I woke up chained to the wall. I still don’t know where I am. But I’ll find out soon enough. Just have to wait. I continue, “I remember the faces of the lads who just became able to call themselves men. I remember how it felt to drive my blade into their bodies, to aim my wrist blaster at their hearts, to kill them with fear. After that, though, I remember blackness, and then waking up here.”

    “Do you remember why you were there?”

    “No. Just that I had to do it.” Right to the point.

    “You lie! Do you know what I am, son? What I do for a living? I read people. You make a convincing liar, I admit, but I have done this longer than you have been alive. Your breathing didn’t give anything away. Nor did your heart rate or your pupils. It was your lack of hesitancy. You answered too quickly, as if you were eager to get the lie out and go back to your cell.” He stands up and paces the small concrete room. “Now tell me, why were you there?”

    This man is good. But I am better. “If I don’t? You gonna torture me? Evidently you know who and what I am, so you should know that I have never broken under any form of torture you can think of.” Another lie. I can deal with agonizing pain, but the new method of torture that is derived from the old Chinese water torture drives me absolutely crazy. Luckily, this man isn’t much of a scholar or anything. He doesn’t seem to know about the ancient Earth methods of torture. That’s good, it means that I can more easily guess and protect myself from him.

    “We shall see about that. Jacques, bring me the hydrogen drill!” A small man, with rounded glasses and a white lab coat brings him a small metal object with a tube on the end and separately hands him a small paring knife. This will be too easy. “Let us start with your hands,” he says excitedly. He hasn’t tortured any one of my kind before. He’s eager to see what it will take for me to break.

Reaper pt. 1

The one with no name #1

So, I decided that I’m gonna post snippets of some short stories that I’ve written and just see what people think of them. Enjoy. 
    “You know, I’ve always wondered if there was some reason for existing. I mean, sure, the service to an existing higher being makes sense, but no one knows that for sure. Nobody has really seen a higher being, so that one’s kind of out of the question. I can name a handful of people, including myself, who could live without other people on the planet, so social interaction being a reason for existence is out of the question. I can’t help but think that working and paying taxes until you die can’t be a reason for existence. I mean, that’s sort of forced upon the populus, and even the people who force that on everyone have to do it too. If that really is the reason for existing, then that’s a really crappy reason to live. There has to be something.”

    “Well, son, I’ve often found myself thinking the same thing. But there isn’t too much we can do about that. All we can do is keep living and find our own individual paths. Wherever they take us, whether through heaven or hell, it’s where we’re meant to be.” Those were the last words I had spoken to my father before this damned society executed him for radical thinking. 

    Only in this society would someone actually be tried and killed for wondering if there was more to life than just the meaningless labor that everyone works from the day they turn of age to the day when they die. My father died young. My uncle, after him. Now I can’t help but wonder: will I die young, too?

The one with no name #1

I wonder….

I can’t help but wonder how much more different my life would have turned out if I hadn’t made the same choices that I have. Maybe I could’ve been something better. Someone who doesn’t look at the world and the people in it with a bleak view. Maybe I would’ve stopped looking at the glass being half empty as opposed to half full. Maybe I even could’ve finished writing all those short stories and that book I made a halfhearted attempt to write and not be a broke college student. Maybe I’d still be with the girl I love. I wonder if I could’ve changed. But most of all, I wonder if I had the chance to go back, would I make the same choices? Or would I really try to change the outcome?

I wonder….