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= F.U.C.K. - Fucked Up College Kids - Born Jan. 24th, 1993 - F.U.C.K. =
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Convictions?
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The sun had reached the height of its peaceful journey
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through the heavens. Several people milled about the streets,
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relaxing and enjoying the lazy Saturday morning. Two elderly
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men sat outside the local barbershop discussing small town
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politics, while a dog lounged on the step of the corner drug
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store. It was a common day in a common town.
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Slowly, the soft clatter of trotting horses arose from
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the distance. Down the dusty road appeared a small wooden wagon.
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The lone rider wiped his brow as the horses made their way to the
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town square. He was a farmer from a plot just outside town. His
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dusty brown hair fell just above his eyes, while his soft brown
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eyes scanned the town.
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Stopping in front of the county store, he dismounted and
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watered his horses. As he walked toward the store the golden cross
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around his neck sparkled in the midday sun. Reaching the cool
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darkness of the porch, he opened the door and went in to purchase
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supplies. The two horses stood there ignoring the annoying flies
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that attacked them from all angles. A group of young boys
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approached the resting horses with a handful of small noise
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makers left over from the Fourth of July celebration a few days
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before. One of the boys flung them under the horses.
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The explosions echoed through the street, shattering the
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calm silence of the peaceful town. Startled, the horses reared and
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bolted down the dusty road. The townsfolk gathered at the road
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and watched in horror as the wagon traveled toward a deep ravine
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just outside of town. Hearing the commotion, the young farmer
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threw open the doors of the store and ran after the escaping wagon.
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With speed normally unknown to man, he chased the wagon and lunged
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for the reins. He grasped the worn leather and pulled himself
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between the galloping horses. The beasts continued their flight,
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dragging their captor mercilessly along the gravel. Nearing the
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edge of the ravine and imminent disaster, the horses stopped as if
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by some miracle. But this gift was not without a price. The horses
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reared once and trampled the young farmer.
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By this time, the frightened people had reached the scene of
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his death. The sight of the unnecessary destruction saddened them.
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Why hadn't he just let them go? The wagon would have been destroyed,
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and the horses wouldn't have lived, but his life would have remained.
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Why? Why had he given up his life?
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A small whisper pierced the questioning silence. A small
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blonde head appeared above the wagon. The answer had become clear.
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He had died for his son. He had sacrificed his life for someone he
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loved...
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One of the reasons that our society is becoming so terrible
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is the lack of commitment and meaning in our lives. The farmer
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depicted above set his standards by the way he lived and died. He
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knew that without the love and commitment that it took to stop the
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charging horses, his son would have died without ever experiencing
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life. The same thing is needed in our lives as Americans. We need
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to stand strong for issues that we belive in. We cannot tolerate
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the immorality and the disrespect that we as Americans participate
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in. You watch MTV and see videos showing illegal acts and sexual
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induendo. You go outside and see people blatently disrespecting the
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morals that we have been holding in our hearts for hundreds of years.
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In New York, I believe, a man boarded a subway train and
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began to shoot the passengers. The people on the train who had the
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opportunity to stop him did not raise a finger. If they had stood up
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for life and morality, then perhaps several people could have
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continued their lives.
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I guess what I am trying to say is that people have lost
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their passion to be alive. No one has any convictions any more.
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We have lost any meaning to our lives. If you can see what I am
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trying to say, then do me a favor. Help an old lady across the street.
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If you see a woman struggling with shopping bags in a parking lot,
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stop and help her. Don't be cold and heartless. Don't put up with
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what the events that you see and hear that you know are wrong.
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Be alive again.
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ùIllusionaryù
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