Interactive Entertainment Development CodeVirtually all developed countries currently assign age ratings to media products such as audio CDs, movies in theaters and on optical discs (DVDs and Blu-Rays), and video/computer games. Many people applaud age ratings systems. However, I often wonder if age-based ratings systems such as the ESRB and the MPAA do more harm than good.Interactive Entertainment Development Code by QuantumInnovator
First off, trying to determine what material is appropriate for what age groups makes the rating process infinitely more complicated. Secondly, parents all too often ignore age ratings. Last but not least, higher age ratings become more attractive to children (primarily males) who see media with higher age ratings as the cream of the crop and dismiss media with lower age ratings as "kiddie stuff".
Did you know that, in the United States, movies shown in public theaters were not assigned age ratings until 1968? Before then, Hollywood studios were governed by the "Motion Picture Production Code", which was written i
Just A GiftThey say this world is "evil", that this world has no hope. They say it is cold and filled with hatred, why bother try and cope?Just A Gift by Alfie-Griet-Kipps
They say people are wicked that it's impossible for them to change, that they are either selfish, ignorant or just flat out strange.
Some say the world is cursed, by a being far complex than our own, or that it's a result of our imperfections - I mean clearly it has shown!
"Violence and corrption, wars and distress, my, oh my, this world is such a mess!"
"There is no justice, no peace, no kindness nor love to be found, all these disasters and deaths-oh just look around!"
"You speak of benevolent people, yet where is your proof? Do you know we live in a time when no man can speak the truth?"
I hear of these speeches, these outcries and pains, I see so many hurt, empty, and lost-oh it is insane!
They think "What's the point? Where is the gain?"
But I you see, have known sin enough, to be able to see why it is some become so 'tough'. I have mourned, screamed,
Seeking the Kingdom First!When I wake up, aches and pains I feel.Seeking the Kingdom First! by Alfie-Griet-Kipps
I want to get up and preach, Jehovah please give me zeal.
I pray to Him to give me strength to oppose the wicked one,
To fight my imperfections, to imitate your son.
Reading the Holy Bible, I know I must meditate,
Blessed that I am, the good news to advocate.
I'm going out to work right now, with my best of friends,
Jehovah and my brothers, and the angels that he sends!
The tools that we have been given, equip us all to preach,
Books, magazines and tracts, help us to teach.
We pray for Gods Holy Spirit, this we do need,
His power that He gives to us, into the field service we proceed.
As we go from house to house,
Jehovah's name we bare.
Dressed so well, being neat, clean is always a care.
Important is our opening words, so we want to be prepared.
Our presentation will be given, this good news to declare.
Asking a question, to make them think is something they can ponder,
Hoping the good news that is learned, will not with them be squandered.
Psalm 51It's a contradicting notionPsalm 51 by cereal-in-a-bowl
which I express right now...
I stand before a hill which inquisitively raise its brows
Here in this field I stand
more often than not to contemplate
I followed some sheep who had ventured
beyond the narrow gate
the sun had made it known
that her rays make all things grow
whatever the Sower sows
yea, she makes them in His time to grow...
The sun was very much like a star
for is she not the bearer of such rocks of constellation?
still I stood there rooted in wonder...
in glorious the works of God
The hours brew a song
which the winds had brought along
with the company of angels and cherubs all by throngs
as they roamed about the grassy land
see, my mind supplied not bulk to think
yet here I stand in a usual place
where I wander every time
I need to think...and...my mind had not much to deposit
Perhaps it was yesterday
the remaining morsel of what transpired
yet what could have inspired
such thoughts to resurface?
Ah, I watch the day stretch further
as it grew
Jury DutyI've found that people who accuse others of being the devil, usually have the Devil himself whispering in their ears. Being that we are imperfect, basic reasoning would only assume that we are unfit to pass pure judgement on anyone or anything. I believe that we can all agree on that to some extent, but of course stands the possibility that I am wrong by that very same logic. Judgement is not just for sinners, it is for choice in general. My point is related in that choice is in fact reliant on perspective and perception (Matthew 7:1-5).Jury Duty by GrubbsWriting
On one hand, we could see a man begging for money on the side of the road and think of him as a man in need. Yet in today's world, we are taught to be conservative in our trust, therefore on the other hand, we could see that man, and question his legitimacy. Then of course there are those who insist that instead of mercy and charity, that these fellow human beings of ours should just up and stop being homeless and without work, as though they have
I Forgive YouAll those time you've ever hurt me.I Forgive You by same-but-different
Everything you said.
Every scar you cut.
Every bruise you left.
I won't lie: I hated you for it.
How could you do this to someone so close to you?
How could you abuse their trust, their faith, that you were better than that?
But all that's behind us.
Today's the day I can look in the mirror and say,
"I forgive you."
The Spirit of EasterMy Teacher, My great Teacher,The Spirit of Easter by tomato-bird
Where are you in this night?
The Dark has covered hills and dales and gone has run the light
We saw their hand, we turned and ran, yes from them we did flee
While wives and mothers on the hill compose an elegy
For weep, weep O World!
Weep all tree and shrinking moss
For my Rabbi who I followed
Now is dying on a cross.
Were you not our Messiah?
To give us back our land?
To scatter out the Roman force and free us by your hand?
Did we not see you heal the sick and liberate the lame?
Did you not bring back Lazarus though four days late you came?
Yet I hear you cry,
From your ordeal on the tree
"My God, My God, My Father
Why have You forsaken Me?"
Your last words do speak forgiveness
For the ones that put you there
A sepulcher is readied in a garden fresh and fair
Tomorrow's mass, three days do pass before we dare to come
We bring things of memorial and leave our silent homes
But O heaven, high above!
What great sight now greets our eyes?
For the stone that blo
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