According to the one-dimensional view of power, the powerful must listen to the grievances of the minority power struggles are those that are visible and in which two or more individuals and groups compete to achieve a goal they want a single-power system will always fail power holders must play by the rules

Troy is the ceo of a manufacturing company, and he is planning to open a new factory in his community.because the new factory will require heavier traffic from delivery trucks and employees' cars, troy is partnering with the city to expand and rebuild roadways in the neighborhood.as part of opening the factory, he also plans to create a new hiring program. because he wants his workers to gain skills, he will also offer them the opportunity to attend college courses to receive business training. which of these outcomes are possible negative externalities? check all that apply. increased traffic in the neighborhood surrounding the factory better roads for drivers in the area more educated workers in the community pollution from trucks making deliveries to the factory new job opportunities in the city

The laws and policies of a theocratic government are based on a. rule by a constitutional monarch b. the balance between parliament and an executive leader c. equal representation for each member state d. religious principles and beliefs

Consider the speakers in "the raven" and the speaker in "the song of wandering aengus." write two paragraphs to compare and contrast the voice in these two poems. how does the poet give the speaker in each poem a distinctive voice? what effect does this voice have in each poem? use examples from each poem to as evidence for your answer "the raven"once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary,over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—while i nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,as of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.“‘tis some visitor,” i muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—only this and nothing more.”ah, distinctly i remember it was in the bleak december, and each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. eagerly i wished the morrow; —vainly i had sought to borrowfrom my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost lenore—for the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name lenore—nameless here for evermore.and the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtainthrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; so that now, to still the beating of my heart, i stood repeating“‘tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; this it is and nothing more.”"the song of wandering aengus." i went out to the hazel wood,because a fire was in my head,and cut and peeled a hazel wand,and hooked a berry to a thread; and when white moths were on the wing,and moth-like stars were flickering out,i dropped the berry in a streamand caught a little silver trout.when i had laid it on the floori went to blow the fire aflame,but something rustled on the floor, and some one called me by my name: it had become a glimmering girlwith apple blossom in her hairwho called me by my name and ranand faded through the brightening air.plz hurry