V. H. Eberle
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I have been a student of human nature since I can remember. I hope that you feel free to explore my findings in these short stories and articles. Perhaps you will learn far more about yourself and others.
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Lincoln, Hamilton, and Immigrants
In my opinion the Civil War did not occur when it did by accident. I believe that there is a reason it happened when it did because certain things had to be in place; in particular certain changes in the population were needed. Contrary to what many have been taught I believed that on its battlefields were left the remains of the United States.
By V. H. Eberle3 years ago in The Swamp
Of Employees and Americans
She couldn’t help it. It stood out in a sea of business and business casual. She found herself drawn to the color of his t-shirt as the man meandered his way through the restaurant following the hostess. Well, it was not so much a color as it was the sum total of a variety of shading which gave the overall appearance of wearing an aged document. As he approached her and her table she was fascinated with how the sun light danced on and off the hues of his shirt when he came from the bright day light to the filtered of the pergola which covered the café seating. He continued to come closer to her and she could recognize the familiar calligraphy of the first three words of the constitutional preamble, “We the People.” As he continued to approach her she could make out the crimson spray paint graffito styled addition stating, “Are Pissed.” She was so captivated by the shirt she hadn’t realized he was headed to her.
By V. H. Eberle4 years ago in The Swamp
2nd Amendment
Hey Evan, I hope all is well. Today I would like to talk about a thought I had. Not too long ago a group wanted to have a peaceful protest not at but near our county’s courthouse which is about a mile from where I am living. In response to this protest which was being carried out by liberals a group of men surrounded the courthouse armed with their assault rifles. It seems this group had been told that these protesters wished to attack our courthouse. They spent the night walking about the courthouse fulfilling what they perceived as their patriotic duty and possibly fueling their testosterone needs. While the protest was at the place they had originally scheduled which was a block away at the town square.
By V. H. Eberle4 years ago in The Swamp
Profitable War
In his book, “Nineteen Eighty-Four,” George Orwell places the entire story against the backdrop of an endless war. According to Emmanuel Goldstein, a former partner of Big Brother and now enemy of the state, this is a purposely created non-ending war with either Eastasia or Eurasia in different combinations for mutual benefits of all three belligerents. Sometimes Winston Smith’s nation, Oceania, is in alliance with Eastasia fighting Eurasia; sometimes it is Oceania was in allied with Eurasia fighting Eastasia. There were also times when Eastasia and Eurasia teamed up on Oceania. Truth is it never really mattered.
By V. H. Eberle4 years ago in The Swamp
Victim
He raised his head and looked toward the window as the silence of the room was broken by the distant wail of a firehouse siren. He got up from his chair in the dimly lit room and moved to the window, the only source of light. His breath momentarily steamed the cold glass. He looked out over the snow and ice encased ridge partly hidden by rain and fog just a mile away. His eyes lowered to the various styles of roof tops between the ridge and him.
By V. H. Eberle4 years ago in Families
Soul Mate (Revised)
With an unusually high level of uncertainty she hesitated at the entrance to her father’s office. She looked and saw him working at his desk. He had been typing on his computer when she stopped at the door but now he was reviewing some notes he had on a yellow legal pad. He hadn’t seen her even though sitting at his desk he faced the door. She was in the shadow of the hallway. She was relieved. She felt like backing quietly away before he noticed her.
By V. H. Eberle4 years ago in Families
Soul Mate
With an unusually high level of uncertainty she hesitated at the entrance to her father’s office. She looked and saw him working at his desk. He had been typing on his computer when she stopped at the door but now he was reviewing some notes he had on a yellow legal pad. He hadn’t seen her even though sitting at his desk he faced the door. She was in the shadow of the hallway. She was relieved. She felt like backing quietly away before he noticed her.
By V. H. Eberle4 years ago in Humans
