Stealing from the Rich

I do agree with the statement, "Good people are often driven to do bad things in their pursuit of wealth, fame, and power." Personally I haven't met someone who has been corrupted on their hunt for fame, fortune, or power, but I do know that the majority of the people in this world are wealthy do to scams, drugs, lies, and more horrendous crimes. Also there are people who have become famous through corruption, murder, crime, and immoral acts. Lastly, people have fought, killed, and even overthrown others to obtain more power and leadership over one another. I feel that good people can become corrupted, and bad people can be cleansed. Although great people are easily corrupted because they are ignorant to the immoral things or actions they

Throughout life one has to make many decisions. Many of these decisions are based on morals. The Merriam-Webster dictionary describes the word moral as “relating to principles of right and wrong behavior.” I personally believe that the moral decisions one makes are highly dependent on their life, family, and their careers (or lack thereof).

Larceny is defined as the wrongful taking and carrying away of the personal goods of another from his or her possession with intent to convert them to the takers own use. To say it plainly, larceny is stealing someone else’s property. No matter what reasons there are behind stealing, it is still wrong. I imagine there are many reasons for a person to decide that it is worth the risk to steal something. There are certain people who do not think this is wrong to steal someone else’s property. A large part of this is because people do not understand who or what they are harming when they steal. Most people who commit larceny do not look at the big picture and realize what they are doing and how it affects

The lights of the town were veiled in darkness, a mere inverted shadow amidst the gloom of the night. Distant thunderings, as those brought to mind with Dies Irae or the distant chattering of a great blaze could be heard, drawing nigh upon the trembling hands of the people frantically seeking a shade for the lights that would soon propagate should their brilliance stretch to the skies, but found difficulty locating even their hands at arm’s length, due to the cloud over the town, in the streets, as real and thick as the blanket of golden and crimson extending toward the town at a propeller’s rate, silencing the natural beauty of the countryside amid the sounds of death and destruction.

They each wore many layers of tattered clothing and looked like northern outdoorsmen who had been living on their own for far too long. They sat at the table with two small and burn scarred coffee mugs filled with hot water. Along with an incomplete deck of cards scattered across the table resembling some sort of poker game. On days when they did not need to scavenge and it was clear enough to see through the ash and cloud covered skies, they sat at the table and looked out over the capital. Hundreds of years ago this would have been a beautiful view of the gorgeous White House and it’s landscape. There would have been colorful displays of lush green grass and trees, with the iconic white pillars of the White House towering in the back ground. Today the pillars are still there except for one in the middle which had crumbled at its top but the bottom still stood, rising half way up in the air. Its beautiful yard was now black and ash covered and any trees had long since rotted away. The building itself was still incredibly well put together compared to it’s peers. It stood as a glimpse of what was once possible of human kind, only to be snatched away by the sudden

“It’s not everyday we get company around here,” I reminded myself, “we haven’t shown our chateau in ages.” As we walked down the elegant staircase, each step creaked one by one. My hand-held lamp with the bright, burning fire was in clutch as we walked around the dusty furniture until we saw some of my men. They were silent, but you could see the fear in their eyes - almost like the fear in Rainsford’s. One had the guts to come up, and offer another light looking for a way to impress me with his concern, but I quickly declined.

Chapter 1 A young woman appears out of nowhere and quickly catches up to another who's dashing along a moonlit lane. "Are we late?" She asks as she falls into step besides the older woman. "No not yet, but we need to hurry, we don't have much time." "Follow me," the older woman replies, and her dark cloak billows about casting shadows on the high stone walls that border the lane. They walked side by side in silence for a long ways and then through a set of huge iron gates swung opened before them and onto a narrow driveway. A manor house grew out of the darkness at the end of the straight drive, lights glinting in the windows. Gravel crackled beneath their feet as speeding toward the front door, which swung inward at their approach, though

Darkness surrounds the evening sky. The stars were peeking out from their dark home. It looked as if God took a straight pin, poked a sheet of paper with tiny holes. Crickets softly played their symphony as the world slept. James laid in his bunk, staring off into the darkness. He wondered what the day had in store for him. The night watchman quietly walked his route, like a thief in the night.

One of the houses was Deep South looking; run down and bare of any organized growth, i.e. landscaping. It was just a large rectangle— greatly in need of paint and repair. And, this house just happened to be near the heart of The Town of Smithtown, right in the cross roads of the historic area of the celebrated main street. But, in hindsight, perhaps this dwelling was a part of that history—a reminder of the history that had its good and bad; the well to do and the have nots, with some of the have nots, not having because the haves didn’t want them to.

“Small town big heart,” they say locked away behind their cold immaculate castle gates that rest on the remains of the previous farmland and plains. The collective heart beats but only at a convenient time suiting parties involved. “A place where everyone matters,” they utter as their motto in indistinguishable monotone voices. The people are too wrapped up in their everyday lives to ever be concerned about their neighbor, they look through life with gilded glasses. It’s as if a fog had descended slowly creeping into their view distorting what they once held most dear.

In this case, Kingsolver shows how a home can be “portable.” Even those in poverty have a place of “security.” They have families whom they could “not forget under any circumstances, or even abandon, or be abandoned by.”

The mega rich and the rest of us, which could be further defined as the mega poor or “proletariat” and the wanna be mega rich (can’t say I blame them) or middle class.

The auburn hued leaves crunched with every miserable footstep. They scattered the ground in a haphazard manner, not dissimilar to the state of the thoughts swirling through the mind of the lone man, disconsolate and determined to regain a semblance of balance in his life. He strode purposefully towards his vengeful destination. With his worn-out greased overalls and his intrinsic grey flat cap, he passed through the elaborate, elite fields of West Egg, also known as the land of ‘new money’, embarking towards this mansion.

The time was midnight and the weather was unbearable. The dirt roads had become frozen shadows of the night, making it hard for anyone to see anything. Nay one was out, most were either sleeping or stuffed into the tavern, drinking, and gambling. Nay one 's dumb enough to be outside during this night, nay one but me. From a distance, I hear a piano being played inside the tavern, just barely audible due to the sounds o ' the snow storm. I eased closer to the tavern, desperate to get some warmth and perchance a meal that doesn 't taste like crap. Nay one noticed as I entered, they were too busy drinking and gambling or both. Always too busy to notice.

When I was reading Exodus 20:1-17 and focusing on verse 15-16 one of the business crimes that came to mind was theft and embezzlement because in verse 15 it states that thou should not steal and that means for no one and for anything. When an employee commits embezzlement that means they decided to take money from the company or business without their knowledge. For example if an employee is using the company’s money to fund trips or even by taking money just for the intent to take is considered stealing a embezzlement. Criminal fraud and commercial bribery both conceded with verse 16, which stated, “Thou shalt not bear false witness”. Which truly means that speaking falsely in any matter, lying, equivocating, and any way devising and designing