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= Entry #2: 1764 Who rules?=

Your character has caught wind of the debate about parliamentary sovereignty and virtual representation either directly or indirectly through his or her station in life. In a diary entry of 300-400 words, you must weigh in on this debate in the voice of your character. Also, try to add in other tidbits of your daily life and who you are to help develop your character more. To help inspire you with a voice from this era, please read James Otis Jr.'s "Rights of the Colonies Asserted and Proved" in the primary source packet you were given in class. Somehow in your entry, please refer to Otis's argument directly or indirectly and outline the text in bold so that I can judge whether you have done so effectively or not.

Life as a plantation owner is very demanding. Not only do I have to keep the business running, I have to spend most of my energy punishing those indolent slaves that refuse to do work. This is an very demanding and painful part of being a plantation owner. The slave masters are never good enough to do their jobs properly. When you want something done, you always have to do it yourself. Today after my daily morning whipping and the common meals at my house, I decided to go to the party that the aristocrats were holding. Parties like these were very common, so common that there was never a single day that I wasn't invited to one. Ah... My charms are just too great that people won't leave me alone... It looks like I'm forced to give my presence as these everyday parties because I'm wanted to much. Come to think of it, the ladies at these parties are actually the only reason I am willing to go. Even though my brother was killed because he seduced another man's wife, I'm clever enough to know how to keep a secret from leaking out. I wonder which ladies will show up to today's party. Already I am excited to see and perhaps... "enchant" them with my charms. After the evening whippings, I prepared myself for the party. With anticipation, I left my plantation on a horse carriage and began my way to the party. Of course being a man with style, I always knew how to make an entrance. It always took the hearts of the ladies whenever they saw a true man, such as myself, arrive on a carriage with delicate designs unlike those dogcarts that some of those inferior people ride. Just as I guessed, by arrival was greeted with lots of handshakes and a plenty of women gasping for air. Oh so how much I wanted to dash to them and give them my perfect smile that pulls them more and more into my charms. Of course, I should always begin with the oh so great flirting that usually flatters them and gets them interested in me. Ah, yes, the parties are what I live for... the great food, drinks, and of course the ladies. But what is this? Men are gathered in the living room talking with serious faces. It seems to be something very important... As I walked closer I began to be able to hear what they were talking about...  It seems as though the Parliament has put a tax on the people in the colonies to pay for the debts from the war. The men were talking about how the taxes got rid of their sovereignty and was unjust on the colonists. They talked about how there were certain rules that legislations like how the legislature in the community should decide the laws and make choices for the community. What are these men thinking? Are we not all part of Britain? If so, then should we not all give up our share of profit for the mother country and pay back for all the good she did for us? These men are just selfish and ill-mannered people that don't know how to show gratitude...