Calderón

Calderón

http://www.csdp.org/news/news/mexico.htm

POstitive opinion on Calderon´s drug war

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/ethan-nadelmann/mexico-president-calderon_b_42376.html

US on Mexico´s drug war

Bush and the US on the drug war http://www.bloomberg.com/apps/news?pid=20601086&sid=aXEECTIBOZPk&refer=latin_america

CALDERON'S WAR ON DRUGS!!

CALDERON PAGE 1! http://www.iht.com/articles/ap/2007/01/25/europe/EU-GEN-Germany-Mexico.php CALDERON PAGE 2! http://stopthedrugwar.org/taxonomy/term/130 MAP OF DRUGS http://media.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/graphic/2005/06/16/GR2005061600053.gif HISTORY OF MEXICAN DRUG WAR http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/1867842.stm Stuff on Calderon http://archive.newsmax.com/archives/articles/2007/8/8/154525.shtml THE WAR ON DRUGS http://www.bloomberg.com/apps/news?pid=20601086&sid=ac_v9Sk54Nn0&refer=latin_america CALDERON ON MICHOACAN http://www.jornada.unam.mx/2006/12/20/index.php?section=politica&article=016n1pol INTERESTING IRAQ-DRUG WAR COMPARISON http://stopthedrugwar.org/chronicle/490/mexico_drug_war_calderon_iraq JOURNALIST'S OPINION ON DRUG WAR http://www.huffingtonpost.com/ethan-nadelmann/mexico-president-calderon_b_42376.html MORE ON THE WAR http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/18662418/ http://www.speroforum.com/site/article.asp?idarticle=10359

Something WIcked This Way Comes

SOMETHING IS COMING Murmurs, heavy breathing. Cold and dark, the dense air sucks your soul like a black hole. My mind is lost, nowhere to see and nothing to breathe. Damp mud rips my clothes off. I can’t stand the nasty rashes caused by chafing of wet trousers. My bloody hands won’t stop dripping. My veins are pulsing, they ache. Never have I seen a wound so big in my life. It was a cut, a sword slash, from the tip of my knee to the bottom part of my elbow. My teeth are sore, my tongue is dry. Blood runs down my mouth and nostrils, like streams of water after a heavy rain. My feet barely touch the underwater surface and my head is just about poking out in this stupid, damp container of water. I can’t drink anything, a horrible feeling when your clothes act like weights that drag and drown you to the bottom of the cave. I will get infected. I can imagine the dozens of microbes feasting on my naked flesh. “Something is coming” were his last words. I can’t walk through the salty water. Corpses grasp my body and obstruct my only path. I can hear the icicles laughing and the boulders screeching. My heart is pounding like a million drums that hang on to the beat, unknown to what is yet to come. None are alive; I am the only survivor, that monstrous beast fed on everyone. They all sacrificed themselves for my living. Why would I be so important? The echo of stomping footsteps gets louder every second. It’s coming. I can’t hide anymore, it’s not safe. I try to take an enormous breath, which, as the water leaks and overflows into my dry, bloody mouth makes me think of it as my last breath. It wasn’t. I couldn’t think of anything else to do, so I made an effort to push aside the corpses and miss by inches the sharp, razor blades attached to the giant boulders. Footsteps become louder. The sound echoes and bounces from ear to ear, pounding suspense into my suffering heart. They vanish. Its here, hungry. A deadly claw crashes and bursts the ceiling open, dashes down, piercing my skin and bones. I choke. It rips my veins and tears the cartilage from my back. It fed. I felt his eagerness for blood dripping on my face in a red agony. I can’t stand the pain. My eyes burned and ached. My sight was getting blurry. Everything started to spin and play me illusion tricks. A piercing sharp boulder woke me up, splashing and staining myself with blood. More blood was wasted. I hit solid on the few boulders reaching out of the water. I was floating in the dense amount of salty water that was dragging me down, everything pitch black, I blacked out and fainted. Yann Herrera 9C

Something WIcked This Way Comes

Murmurs, heavy breathing. Cold and dark, the dense air sucks your soul like a black hole. My mind is lost, nowhere to see and nothing to breathe. Damp mud rips my clothes off. I can’t stand the nasty rashes caused by chafing of wet trousers. My bloody hands won’t stop dripping. My veins are pulsing, they ache. Never have I seen a wound so big in my life. It was a cut, a sword slash, from the tip of my knee to the bottom part of my elbow. My teeth are sore, my tongue is dry. Blood runs down my mouth and nostrils, like streams of water after a heavy rain. My feet barely touch the underwater surface and my head is just about poking out in this stupid, damp container of water. I can’t drink anything, a horrible feeling when your clothes act like weights that drag and drown you to the bottom of the cave. I will get infected. I can imagine the dozens of microbes feasting on my naked flesh. “Something is coming” were his last words. I can’t walk through the salty water. Corpses grasp my body and obstruct my only path. I can hear the icicles laughing and the boulders screeching. My heart is pounding like a million drums that hang on to the beat, unknown to what is yet to come. None are alive; I am the only survivor, that monstrous beast fed on everyone. They all sacrificed themselves for my living. Why would I be so important? The echo of stomping footsteps gets louder every second. It’s coming. I can’t hide anymore, it’s not safe. I try to take an enormous breath, which, as the water leaks and overflows into my dry, bloody mouth makes me think of it as my last breath. It wasn’t. I couldn’t think of anything else to do, so I made an effort to push aside the corpses and miss by inches the sharp, razor blades attached to the giant boulders. Footsteps become louder. The sound echoes and bounces from ear to ear, pounding suspense into my suffering heart. They vanish. Its here, hungry. A deadly claw crashes and bursts the ceiling open, dashes down, piercing my skin and bones. I choke. It rips my veins and tears the cartilage from my back. It fed. I felt his eagerness for blood dripping on my face in a red agony. I can’t stand the pain. My eyes burned and ached. My sight was getting blurry. Everything started to spin and play me illusion tricks. A piercing sharp boulder woke me up, splashing and staining myself with blood. More blood was wasted. I hit solid on the few boulders reaching out of the water. I was floating in the dense amount of salty water that was dragging me down, everything pitch black, I blacked out and fainted.

Something Wicked This Way Comes (9C)

Something is coming. Something only I can see,one of the few who possess the sight. It goes forth from the crypts below the city like a snail changing shell. It creeps its way from the skull-lined walls, past crumbling corridors to an abandoned subway station. Slowly, it picks up a rat and bites on it like a nutcracker. A poor hobo has had the misfortune of facing him---now this terror walks the streets in the hobo's clothes. It makes its way to my street. Only old Miss Bolton's cats seem to be aware that he is a wolf in sheep's clothing. They glare into his hollow eyes, defiant. They will not back down, they will not bow down to this thing, for man he is not; he is a monster. He cannot bear the insolence they show him, conqueror of death. He extends his deathly fingers out to them. He is death, Lucifer, Beelzebub in the eyes of the cats. Yet the cats are too quick, they evade the grasp of destiny. The light posts blink on and off, afraid of what they might see. Then the cats prepare to retaliate against this terror from beyond the grave. They are a flash of lightening as they pounce upon the abomination. Then, darkness engulfs the street. I hear some scattered meows and then, silence. I smell rotten flesh, the nauseating stench slowly surrounds me, and light-headedness invades me. When the light comes back on I focus my now blurred eyesight to see beyond the window only to find the necromancer's hollow eyes beginning to glow red in my direction. The world fades away as I listen to his macabre laughter. Rodrigo Ponciano Ojeda

How are you Intelligent?

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