James Carville

Page 1 of 50 - About 500 essays
  • The War Room Analysis

    876 Words  | 4 Pages

    giving credit to James Carville and George Stephanopoulos’ tactical brilliance. Through the use of carefully thought-out editing, intentional camerawork, and intimate access, The War Room lays bare the hidden layers of communication present within the campaign. The War Room is about communication, and the editing choices help to weave together the often invisible lines of contact present in politics. In one instance, Pennebaker films both sides of a telephone conversation between Carville and Stephanopoulos

  • The Boston Fbi Field Office Building

    1851 Words  | 8 Pages

    the rest of the way to her front door. The young woman opened up her door and immediately felt that sense of uneasiness again even though her home was full of light. She could hear the water running in the bathroom and figured that her boyfriend, James, was just taking his usual night shower. She went into the kitchen to get a quick drink of water. As she drank the cool liquid she felt an immense feeling of relief. She advanced toward the bathroom. She walked down the hallway heading towards the

  • New York At The Army Right Now All I Need

    1080 Words  | 5 Pages

    There the 4 of us were sitting in New York at a bar when an army recruit comes over to us and says “Do you want to make your country a better place?”.Then he says “Join the army right now all I need is your name and home address. Jack and Fred said they had wanted to sign up since kids but were scared. So we all signed the paper and gave him what he needed. We all went home in the city as normal working men that got drunk most nights out the week. After two days of signing up to join the army we

  • Personal Narrative : My Best Friend

    817 Words  | 4 Pages

    March 22, 2006, should have been a regular Wednesday for me. Me being in first grade, a regular Wednesday was to wake up at 8 a.m. to my father turning on my lights, and spiritedly but annoyingly singing, “Wake up, wake up!” Wincing at the light and my father's terrible voice, I was always able to wake up in order to shut him up. However, the most memorable part of this day was not during school but rather what happened later that day at home. It was my father’s birthday. My father was turning 33

  • Descriptive Essay On The Curse

    947 Words  | 4 Pages

    “The Curse Which Still Lived” It was a depressing and grey afternoon. James had just turned twenty-five, and as adventurous as he was, he anxiously waited for a task. Next thing he knew, he has found himself scrolling on an LED screen which entranced him as if he knew nothing more. There he sat, alone in his dusty old room looking through various websites for interesting locations near him. His fingers stopped with a jerk. A picture of a castle intrigued him as he stared at the blinding screen

  • A Trip To South Carolina Essay

    969 Words  | 4 Pages

    We have now begun on our journey to South Carolina. I can’t wait to arrive, though I am worried about the travel there. When we first set out, father spoke with James, Elizabeth, and I. He finally thought it was time to tell us about Lexington and Concord, I don’t think he knows I know so much about it already. Though he told us some things I was not aware of. He said that, even though the colonists lost so many men they still considered the battle a victory. This confused and surprised me, they

  • Pandemic Death Monologue

    1346 Words  | 6 Pages

    Pandemic Death So It started when I was young about nine years of age and it was early in the year 1350. It started a little like this, there was a knock on the door and I got up to go see who it was. When I opened the door there was a man on his horse. The man asked my parents were home, they were, so I said I could go and get them. Once I had gotten my parents the man asked if they are willing to go on a trip through the sea to Kwillining, London. They said

  • The 1975: A Short Story

    1249 Words  | 5 Pages

    The cool autumn trees blew into the wind and my feet took me slowly to place i didn't want to be. My mothers house. When i walked into the creaking wooden door, a blast of cat urine hit me in the face but the thing was, we didn't own any cats. I knew what she was doing so i ran up the stairs. I shut my door and threw my bag onto the bed. I grabbed my phone and started blasting the 1975 through the speakers. My only comfort now was music, and of course writing and photos. My mother screamed my name

  • The Boy Descended From The Rooftops Coughing And Covered Of Soot

    836 Words  | 4 Pages

    The boy descended from the rooftops coughing and covered in soot. No one acknowledged that they were there and no one cared either. They were all focused on themselves and their families. Fernando knew that no help would be found here. The boy needed to rest for a bit, so he went over to find some shade on the other side of town. He settled towards a nice and big palm tree. He put Mia down right next to him and asked,” Any words yet?” Mia stared at him like she had no idea what he was talking

  • Creative Story : A Short Story

    1186 Words  | 5 Pages

    One day this little girl was at school and school ended in about 10 minutes so she just sat there and drawn for 10 minutes. So after the bell rang she ran outside for her parents but her parents weren't there and neither was her best friend's parents were there either. So the little girl and her friend just sat there and talked for about 15 minutes for their parents to come. So while they were talking her friend brought up the little girl going to her house when her parents got there. So there parents