Is an End to Poverty Possible?

Welcome back to school, everyone! This was my research paper for last semester. In it, I detailed the causes of poverty and present a solution. I was researching this paper while debating Mr. S and what I found greatly helped in regards to this paper. If you find any errors, or have any feedback whatsoever, please leave a comment. Thank you.

John Everett

Dana Killmeyer

ENG 102-1045

05 May 2014

The Light at the End of the Tunnel: Is an End to Poverty Possible?

 

What if you were told that it’s possible to not just help the poor, but to eliminate poverty altogether? If so, how could this be done? The answers are much simpler than you think. No matter whether we look at poverty in a rich country like the United States or a comparatively poor country like China, underlying causes always remain the same. More amazingly, not only is this true for every country on Earth today, but for history as well. When all is said and done, the one common factor in poverty, no matter where or when you look, is excessive government intervention in the market. The solution to poverty, simply enough, is liberty. That’s it. There are no complicated mathematical formulas.

Continue reading

Advertisements

“The Grass Is Always Greener on the other Side (of the Iron Curtain)”

This is a screenplay I hope to have made into an animation. If you are a Flash artist and are interested in animating this, please get in touch with me! I’ll even pay you 25 cents! (Here is the link for art assets etc. To gain entry you must enter the password Zdravstvujtye. That means “hello” in Russian.)

“The Grass Is Always Greener on the other Side (of the Iron Curtain)”

By John Everett

[Open to a snowy sky. Pan down to see a man in a trench coat walking down a street. He is wearing an Ushanka with the flaps down.]

Pedestrian: My name is Grigory. I live in the USSR, in glorious motherland of Russia. Today I lost my job at factory just outside my village. (He passes a barn.) But I don’t care. I know that my government will take care of me, not like in Capitalist America where they let you die of hunger if you lose your job. (He walks into a village.) That is why we will win Cold War. If the proletariats are taken care of, everything else works.

Continue reading

“Parvum, P.I.”

After looking over my high-school era stories, I came to the realization that few of them are any good. In fact, they’re horrible. For that reason I have decided to skip ahead a bit to one of the good ones. This story was, like the play below, written in a quick burst. I began on June 29th, 2008 at 03:00 a.m. and finished fifty minutes later. I then went to sleep.

“Parvum, P.I.: The Yak Files”

The phone rang. A hand reflexively turned on the lamp, followed by a displeased groan. According to the alarm clock it was 9:15 p.m., far past our hero’s bedtime. After rubbing his eyes he picked up the phone.

“‘Ello,” he croaked.

“Is this Parvum?” a panicked woman gasped. He jerked the receiver away from his ear, a soiled expression on his tired face.

Continue reading