Take some constructive criticism for a moment and just hear me out.

 YOU ALL ARE NOTHING.

 Everyday, I visit so many websites and forums and discussion boards, such as those here on Youth Noise and Socialvibe. Everyday, I see thousands of people, young and adult, big and small, depressed and content, so many different people chatting on the net. Everyone on these sites have one thing in common: They want to see a change in our world. A change for the better of course. Keep keep coming up with ideas of how we should make this change. But most of the time, it seems that we're trying to tell our leaders what they should be doing!

But you know what? WE'RE NOT THE ONES IN CHARGE!

 This is the fact that everyone must admit to FIRST, if we are to actually get anywhere with what we want. Again: what DO we want? CHANGE for the BETTER!

Now, when I say "We" I refer to us as in the thousands of people on the net that are chatting on these forums everyday.

 So, the only thing we seem to be doing EVER is talk about it! And we keep asking our leaders to do what we want them to do. And what happens when they DON'T listen? We COMPLAIN!!!

 COMPLAIN!?!?!?!??!???????

 Everyone is acting like a bunch of little kids these days! Just last night in the news I saw a riot outside the "Late Show" with people shouting "David Letterman is a perv! Fire him!" And I thought to myself, what the HELL?? I thought only young, rebellious teens called people pervs!

 I just don't understand why this is so complicated. If they don't hear you guys the first time, you don't fall back and start complaining.

YOU SPEAK LOUDER!!

Maybe they'll start listening if you start speaking out a bit louder!

DO NOT LET THEIR DECLINE MAKE YOU GIVE UP!

NEVER GIVE UP!

When they say "NO" I don't want to see people take that as their final answer! Keep chasing them! Keep yelling at them! Keep telling them what you want! But support it, of course! Tell them WHY! Give them a good reason! Tell them how it will affect THEM! Tell them how it will affect the country!

Because all these leaders care about it making their country look good, we have to help them if we're going to let them listen to us!

Most if not all politicians are greedy! And GREED is the root of all evils. GREED is the reason we are still at war. GREED is the reason change will never come!

So we have two choice: find a way to take away their greed. Or, help them get what they want! Satisfy their greedy souls.

THEN AND ONLY THEN WILL BE THE TIME TO MAKE OUR MOVE AND ASK FOR OUR CHANGE!

I will come to an end of this call to action soon. Let me just clear something up before I do end.

As for me, don't think that I am complaining also. I keep yelling at these leaders every day, in whichever way I can. Adn I don't have very many choices, seeing as I'm only 15 years old! Nevertheless, I am doing all I can, 24/7, to get the word out to our leaders that we want peace! We want justice! We want the TRUTH!

Put an end to all liars! Put and end to all wars! Just leave each other alone if that's what it'll have to take!

By the way, please understand that you should not blame OUR LEADERS for the wars. I can tell you for certain that they are doing ALL THAT THEY POSSIBLY CAN to keep war OUT! They would LOVE to end the War in Iraq right now! There's just one problem: the other side won't stop shooting.

And THAT'S what everyone doesn't get, which is why they like to blame our government for war. It is WRONG!

 Thank you for reading, and I hope you will take action.

Christopher Michael Speciale.

Future Peace Activist and possibly First Man to Set Foot On Mars (2038).

So this is a true story that i put into the form of an Alligory. That means that i'm telling my story in a different way than just comming out and saying "my parents wanted a divorce, they got divorced, i was living with my real dad when he got re-married and i finally got tired of the way i was being treated and went to live with my real mom and her new husband." Keep in mind that i'm only 16, i've never been married, and i've never been divorced as you read my story:

                                                
   
  Although on pair, both of my slippers were unique in different ways. I admired them so greatly, like a toddler and her beloved blanky. My left foot slipper was black and loosely fit to my foot, all the while completely flexible and comfortable. The right slipper, brown and tightly snug, made it hard to get air, but I knew my feet would always be safe here. Never would I depart from my faithful trekking companions. My slippers were perfect.
     Due to repeated trials of wearing both shoes to every environment possible, the color of my slippers began fading, fading, fading until they initially proceeded to transform into worn away platforms. I couldn’t believe that my slippers needed such extreme repair. Barefoot, trying to preserve both slippers, I walked over rocky gravel and ridged mountains to a shoe repair store I knew would not fail me. Fearfully, I searched for a store clerk that might have the ability to save my favored shoes. An employee saw my troubled expression and asked, “Hello. What are you searching for?” How could he ask such a felonious question? “Do you have a certain type of new shoe in mind you wish to buy?” he asked. But I loved my trekking companions. I didn’t want to part from them!
     The persistent clerk, an annoying woodpecker, grabbed a dusty box off the top shelf of his undersized shoe selection and calmly walked back to my spot, acting as if he always had customers who came to him with shoe problems similar to mine. He handed me the small rectangular box and told me to open it. As I opened it, I saw a new pair of slippers, except, the slippers weren’t new at all. They appeared to be the same style of slippers I was wearing, but weren’t a full pair. Only two left feet lay in the box. I couldn’t comprehend how they were going to help me repair my broken black and brown slippers. The store clerk told me to take these new… old? Slippers and try them on. Before I had time to argue, a sign in the store window flashed from “Open” to “Closed”. It seemed as though the store assistant had performed a magic trick, sending both left foot shoes onto each of my individual feet at that precise moment.
     I awkwardly walked on, holding my brown right foot slipper in hand, with two left foot slippers enclosed around my confused feet. The journey back home was rough, but I finally reached a familiar destination. I wouldn’t let the idea of throwing away my brown slipper pierce my mind, so I carefully placed my beloved right foot brown slipper on the top shelf of my basement closet. I would still be able to come back to it if I ever pleased.
     After repeated trials of wearing both of the new… old? left footed black and brown slippers to every environment possible, the color of my left foot slippers began fading, fading, fading, until they initially proceeded to transform into a light grey and tan color. I flung both of the left footed slippers off with great force and discovered that my feet had developed small blisters on the bottom of their abused heals.
     Frantically and horrified, needing to find a solution to my reoccurring problem, I ran. Hiking over rocky gravel and sharp ridged mountains, until again, I came upon the recognizable shoe “repair” store from before. The small sign in the window had just flickered to “Open” as the door mysteriously unlocked and I quickly entered. This time, I didn’t wait for the store assistant’s help. I had to make this choice myself.
     Walking up and down the small array of shoes, sitting silently on the stilled shelves, I looked up over in between the boxes for a shoe that was something new. Really, a new shoe. Not a new… old? shoe, but one totally out of the ordinary. A shoe that before, I had told myself I would never find myself wearing. There. Right in front of me. A pair of new polka doted, brown and pink, high heeled shoes. Like a starving animal, I snatched the absolutely ridiculous looking shoes.  I slid my scared feet into the two openings and when I looked into a mirror, I was amazed. The heels looked, smelt, and felt like everything I could ever ask for in a shoe. Never did I think that I would try on a pair of polka doted heels and feel this type of freedom and security.
     Sometimes one must learn how to forcefully kick off their two left foot shoes. They have to know that they are tired of something and acknowledge that they want a change. At times, we must take a large step, a long journey over rocky gravel and sharp ridged mountains, and then, when all seems impossible anything is possible.
     I had always loved my black and brown trekking companions and that love will never depart from me.

            .Now it's your turn to Speak.