Creative Writing: Reagan's Murder

Killing Reagan: The Violent Assault That Changed a Presidency is a book by Bill O’Reilly and Martin Dugard. The book is a biographical depiction of President Ronald Reagan, including a look at his career as an actor, marriage to Nancy Reagan, an assassination attempt during his presidency, and eventual physical and mental decline.

at which time states began passing State Care Acts in the 1890 early 1900. These acts transferred the care of the severe mentally ill to the state. Where

as Duncan goes into Manuel’s dorm he sees his gf changing he apologized and was starting to walk away until she grabbed his hand and brought him in the room with her. She shuts the door behind them before anyone could notice. As Duncan was trying to apologize Manuel’s gf didn’t want to hear it. Instead, she went on Duncan and whispered “this is what happens when you stare” then she takes her bra off as she starts to make out with Duncan. While this is all happening Duncan wanted to leave but then he was kinda enjoying the feeling of what was happing at that moment. For some reason, Manuel wasn’t what was on her mind anymore she just wanted to have Duncan… all of him… as she takes his pants off and finds out that Duncan was excited for what

America has gone through many tragedies throughout the years. In times of tragedy the main goal of a president is to console the nation and put confidence in his people. In the three tragedies of the challenger, the Oklahoma bombing, and the 9/11 bombing presidents used tone, directed audiences, and specific examples.

Reagan first began his political activities as a union leader in the Actor’s Union. As such, He was involved in the Jo McCarthy communist witch-hunt of the late 1940’s. He testified on behalf of the film industry and in front of the Congressional committee. This was one of his first ventures into the national political arena. Reagan again made his way into the political limelight in 1964 when he publically endorsed Senator Barry Goldwater for President. Goldwater lost the election to Lyndon Johnson, but the exposure that Reagan had at that time poised him for his next political move.

Almost all of the inside of the building was empty and there were cobwebs everywhere. This place smells like spoiled milk and the thick air makes my eyes water. Set up in the corner to my right were shipping crates arranged into a table and chairs. That must be where they’ve planned to meet. Hiding would be easy here, because there was an upper landing on the inside perimeter of the warehouse. I’m sure no one will even notice me. I have around 20 minutes, so I go over my assignment in my

If there is a single political figure from the past century to whom we can look and realize greatness, it is Ronald Reagan. And if there is a context in which to view the Presidency of Ronald Wilson Reagan, it is in the context of economics. In two scholarly biographies of our 40th president, The Reagan Effect by John W. Sloan, professor of political science at The University of Houston, and The Reagan Years written by several scholars and edited by Joseph Hogan, professor and head of the Department of Management at Birmingham Polytechnic Business School, Reagan and his presidency are meticulously analyzed under the lens of economics, among other things. Their findings, although contrasting in some areas, conclude, much to my pleasure, that President Reagan was a successful and influential president.

As his head was against the western sky, he closed his eyes and prayed that he would live to see another day . When he opens his eyes he noticed that his surroundings were still there was no movement what so ever. He unwrapped his arm to get the bullet out his forearm he is forced to suck the bullet out, the Republican sniper had to endure excruciating pain to get the bullet out. He spits out a mouthful of blood and the bullet that fractured his arm, then he wrapped it back up tying it back together with his teeth. He lifted himself out of the rubble and off the ground to look for his enemy but there was no one in sight.

“I’m sorry to ask this again Ms.Fink, but could you please restate what happened the night of the murders?” I knew what they were doing. It didn’t take a mastermind to figure out that they are trying to pin the murders on me, anyone who had ever watched a crime show in their life would have caught on. “I got home from work, my mom was cooking in the kitchen, my dad was watching football in the living room, and my sister and brother were wrestling down the stairs. I hopped into the shower and began to sing, just as I always do. The yelling and screaming grew louder, but I just figured that mom and dad were fighting again. After I finished showering, to my disbelief my sister was lying dead, surrounded by her own blood, on the floor. A few steps and there was my brother, also dead. By then time had

Ronald Reagan would be my dinner guest as a worthy figure from American history. He was not only our 40th President, but a genuinely nice man and a leader who could use his wisdom and sense of humor to unite not only America, but the world. Though Reagan was President before I was born my parents have spoken often about him and I have read “When Character was King: A Story of Ronald Reagan” by Peggy Noonan. President Reagan reminds me of my grandfather with his quiet charm and time honored manners. His love for his wife was not only spoken about, but viewed by everyone around him. I would sit down with Mr. Reagan and ask him, “Mr. Reagan, what are your thoughts on how we could turn our society back toward a time of moral respectability; where

He was a very charming man. The way he could lure in any young lady with such delight-fullness was and still remains a mystery. A secret that none of them live to tell.His first catch was a woman by the name of Nancy Shay in her early twenties. She had hired a young nanny to watch over her newborn while she went to the local pub. She was entirely drunk by midnight, but because of the man's tolerance, he was lucky enough to not feel a thing. His subtle opening line was always the same. "What's such a beautiful young lady doing in a terrible place like this? Why don't you come with me and I can show you a better experience." And each and everyone of them fell for it. One of his many brilliant techniques was making his victim helpless as possible, which is why he usually picked them up around bars late in the evening when they were drunk enough to go with him. When they got back to his cash-paid motel room he would offer

Seeing how the cup they gave me was huge I started feeling very funny, kind of dizzy, I walked around looking for my friends while simultaneously checking out my surroundings. I catch up with my friends and tell them I’m ready to leave, I’m drunk off my ass and I’m already starting to feel sick; I just wanted to go home. We ended up not leaving and staying until about 1 in the morning, around 2-2:30 everything was put to a screeching halt when I along with everyone else heard the muzzled ringing of police sirens slowly growing louder and louder by the second. Immediately everyone scatters headed in what seemed like a million different directions my friends and I parked in the very front of the house causing us to be blocked in by the hundreds of cars so we had nothing to do except to run and hide. A few moments later we hear this loud

The shadowy figure stood on the roof of the building, going over in his head the plan for this job. The central floors were entirely unoccupied, and so that would be his entry point. He grinned; this was going to be too easy. Tying a lifeline to himself and one of the water pipes snaking up the side of the building, he carefully lowered himself to the fourth floor balcony. He quickly pulled out a set of lock-picking tools and made short work of the pitiful lock on the door. Inside the building was an office, plain and rather dull. Cubicles split the room and made his line of sight short, but he knew where he was going. Walking swiftly, he navigated his way through the maze of bland, gray cubicle walls,

Curious, I looked up at the building and suddenly my heart stopped. My muscles contracted and my nerves sent a violent quake through my body. I didn’t notice the dropped cigarette that was burning a hole in my pants. Finally, the pain bit me. I grabbed the cigarette, throwing it out the window while almost swerving off the road. After regaining control, I closed my eyes and reopened them to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating; I wasn‘t. Ten police cars sat in front of the school, all in a perfect line with their drivers standing close-by. I contemplated driving off but it was too late. We had already been spotted.

I quickly realized that I had to escape this crazy laboratory which was on lockdown and had a crazy monster running wild killing anything it sees. On the desk was a flashlight a handgun and a map of the laboratory. I appeared to be in the east wing of the laboratory. There was a couple of exits labeled on the map. The east wing exit was the closest to me. When I started to exit the room the power shut of one by one the lights turned off. It was now pitch black as there was no windows. I turned on the flashlight and took out the handgun and started to walk as I approached the exit. I heard some kind of rattling in the ventilation above me. Quickly pointing my flashlight at the vent.