Really America? REALLY?!


I don’t know about the rest of you intelligent Americans out there, but I’m still in shock, and am still praying like hell to find out that we made a mistake. Wouldn’t that be something to celebrate? I can see the headlines now… America’s New Reality…. Not likely, or Trump Never Happening.  Where instead of holding protests, we would rejoice in the fact that we dodged a fat orange bullet, with a blond wig. Well, on the left side anyway. The righty’s would wine like the giant fucktard babies that they are.

Really? This is who’s going to be commander and chief! And you right wing nut jobs think we’re in trouble now. As of right now I’m both scared and curious to see where in the hell our nation’s going to be in four years… I mean is it going to be worse than our economic fall in 08? Will it be a total apocalyptic horror show? Or will we show our American spirit and not allow the shit to hit the fan? I’m hoping for option C.

I’ll admit after hearing the results at little past three in the morning last week, my immediate thought was to flee to Canada. I even checked a few things out on their site, but then another thought came. That thought was, I’ve been working on this house for over a year. I’ve put all of this time and energy into restoring it, and now because this moron’s got the golden keys I’m going to runaway. What kind of logic is that? I know every country along with every world leader now officially sees us as the biggest fucking retards on the planet, but goddammit… Last year I found myself a home with loads of potential and endless possibilities, and goddammit I’m proud of it. I’m actually able to live the America dream. I’m so fucking lucky in that respect. Hell I might not ever be this fortunate again, and I almost threw in the towel.

I may not know what’s going to happen in the coming months or years, but I do know that we’ve worked hard to bring this country up to speed, and we will not just standby and let all of the progress we made digress back to the stone age. That’s not what this nation was built on.

So I’ll sign off with this… Let’s keep moving forward together.

 

 

Trouble brewing


Remember that story that I didn’t have a title for? Well I still haven’t come up with a title for it, but I have been sketching out the story itself. What do you make of this revised draft bit?

Her eyes detected and then locked onto Mitch and Dustin as they entered the park. When they caught sight of herself and Crystal, smirks spread out on their faces. Oh for crying out loud what the hell are they up to? “Ever feel like you’re different from other people?” Roxy’s eyes drew back over to Crystal. “Um, what?” Crystal looked up at Roxy for an instant, and in that moment her the coloring in her cheeks had heightened to a bright red, and her eyes conveyed a look of utter nervousness. They looked up then down, and back up again. They reminded her of two basketballs being dribbled. “Nothing,” Crystal’s voice choked on the word, as if something had been lodged in her throat. “Just forget that I mentioned anything.” Roxy didn’t take the bait. For now, whatever was bothering Crystal could wait. She looked back over at the park’s main entrance, and as she did so she caught a glimpse of Alexandra, who was making her forth lap around. By the time her eyes came to rest on the entrance there was nothing to see, Mitch and Dustin has disappeared. Perhaps they really weren’t up to anything. You moron! Her mind seemed to scream back. They smirked at you, didn’t they? Okay, so maybe they were up to something, but whatever that is, can’t be found out because they’ve disappeared. I’m certainly not stupid enough to attempt to find out what that is; Although Roxy suddenly felt a strong desire to walk around the park’s vicinity, but she fought the urge. Now I’m just being paranoid. “Sorry what were you trying to tell me Crystal?” Crystal sighed sounding irritable. “I was asking you whether or not you sometimes feel –” Something was being sprinkled onto them like rain droplets. “What the?” But then Roxy understood, these weren’t droplets of rain, they were droplets of gravel and –

Roxy leaped from the swing set, landing safely in the grass, she took off in a sprint for the alleyway. “Run!” She shouted to Crystal. She was halfway down the alley when she heard a blood curdling scream. She stopped, looked behind her, she saw nothing, heard nothing else. She took off in sprint once more. When she reached the other end of the fence alleyway, a blue pickup passed her on the street, and she felt safe, she felt triumphant. No way were Mitch and Dustin going to mess with her today. Another scream reached her ears, but this scream had been a command. “Stop!” The familiar voice ordered. “She’s hurt.” Roxy changed her course and made her way back down the alleyway. She sprinted out into the park, stopped, and looked over at the swing set.

Crystal lie on the ground with Alexandra crouched over her. “What happened?” Roxy asked, as she began to look Crystal over. Then she saw the blood.

Blood gushed for a wound just above Crystal’s right eyebrow. Seeing this sight, Roxy removed her long sleeve, her forearms now exposed to the chilly autumn air broke out in gooseflesh. Her body screamed for the warmth of the long sleeve, but Roxy ignored and pressed forward. She ripped off one of the sleeves and folded it until it resembled that of a thick piece of cloth. She pressed it to Crystal’s gushing wound and Crystal winced with pain. “I’m sorry.” Roxy looked at Crystal’s pupils and – Were they getting larger, or am I just imagining that they were? “Crystal how does your head feel?” At this Crystal looked at her, as if she’d been a little on the slow side. “Sore,” she answered in slow, clear, clarity. Roxy looked at her eyes again, examining her pupils more thoroughly than before. This time there was no mistaking it they were larger. “Crystal.” She noticed Crystal’s eyelids drooping in an exhausted manner. Roxy slapped her cheek. “Ouch, bitch, what’d you do that for?” “You need to stay awake, because it looks like you might be getting a concussion.” “Okay.” Her eyelids began to droop again, and this time Roxy and Alexandra pulled her to her feet. “Come on Crystal, we need to find somebody, who can take you to the hospital.” “Is anybody home at your house?” Alexandra asked. Crystal, winced in pain as they began to walk, Both Roxy and Alexandra tightened their grip on her. “I think my sister should be.” They walked her as quickly as she would allow down the alleyway, and by the time they crossed the street only a little over a minute had passed, but to Roxy the entirety of their journey to Crystal’s seemed like it had taken them ten minutes. As they were walking down the alleyway what ran through her mind was… Oh man, oh lord, Crystal please don’t pass out, please! When they walked onto the lawn of Crystal’s house her older sister had just opened the front door twirling a set of car keys in her hand, singing the lyrics. “Tell me what’s wrong with society, when everywhere I look I see. Rich guys driving big SUV’s, while kids are starving in the-” She cut the  lyrics off when she’d caught sight of Crystal. She went sprawling down the front steps, catching her footing on the last one, she walked over to them without incident. Thank God, another head injury we don’t need. “Crystal needs to go to the hospital, aside for the head wound, Roxy carefully removed the long sleeve cloth. Crystal’s sister let loose a horrified gasp. “I think she might also be getting a concussion,” Roxy said, as she carefully placed the cloth back over the wound. Her sister looked at her eyes and inched closer to her face, examining. Looks like I’m not the only one who was unsure of the assumption. “Shit!” her sister exclaimed. “Get her into my car.” A moment later Roxy and Alexandra watched as Crystal’s sister sped off down the street. When they were out of sight Roxy looked down at her hand, in was covered in red and a coppery brown at the edges, where the blood had started to dry. Poor Crystal, God I hope she’ll be all right.     

2016 Election


I’ve never heard of or seen a Presidential Election as insane as this one has been. I never once in the beginning thought that Trump would get as far as he has, and shame on us for letting such a horrible man actually run. Not mention the fact that the man is severely unqualified for the position.

I think the words that I am most tired of hearing in this Election are… “I’m voting for Trump because he is not like all of those crooked politicians.” Those people are correct, he isn’t a politician; but he is indeed crooked. Just look at his tax records- oh that’s right we can’t; because he hasn’t filed in almost two decades. Riddle me this folks. How is this man still walking around freely? If an average lady such as myself hadn’t paid my taxes in two decades, I’d still be serving time. But because it’s rich, white, hetero,  Donald Trump he can do whatever he pleases. The way he gets by with disrespecting women also proves that. “Just locker room talk?” According to your audio footage, women should be considered your own personal sex slaves. That’s disgusting! And you want to know the scariest thing folks? In less than a month we’ll find out if we’re going to have a President Trump. If this racist, sexist, homophobic, lying, crookedly evil, man becomes President, myself along with half of my family would have to flee the US.

I’m gay, my sister’s boyfriend is of a different race, and my mother has retired on Social Security. Everything that I just listed would be hated by Trump and I can’t even imagine what the US will turn into if he wins on November 8th.

Now to turn to the Democratic side of this post, Clinton. Yes everybody hates the woman for her email, and for her first court case where she defended a pedophile (who got off way too easily.) People out there don’t trust her because of these things, some think that she should be imprisoned for the emails alone. I am not disagreeing here because what she’s done is terrible. But I will say one thing in her favor, she does have the qualifications. She was Obama’s Secretary of State, she was a former US Senator, the point here is that she knows the game, and understands how this country needs to run. As much as I despise her for the things she’s done, I cannot deny the fact that she is qualified. Perhaps if this Election had gone more of the way towards Bernie I wouldn’t be attempting to weigh the scale, but that fact remains it’s either going to be Trump or Clinton come November 8th.

Here’s a few things that I wouldn’t want to see vanish.

Marriage Equality

Obama Care

Social Security

Increase in Employment

Lower Taxes

If Trump were to get in Obama Care, Social Security, Marriage Equality and the increase in Jobs that we’ve been seeing; would be obsolete. Then we would see him increase taxes, (at least for the working class.) I don’t want to see the rich get richer, it didn’t work with Bush and it most definitely will not work with Trump.

I’m voting in this Election because I don’t want to see all of the progress Obama’s made go to waste.

The world of Jenny Mac


It’s been a while since I’ve done any sort of Jenny Mac post. The main reason for that is because I think that the story has so much potential, and that I might accidentally give too much away.

However, I want to keep everyone in the loop or rather keep you wanting/needing to know more. So as carefully as I can manage, I’m going to introduce you to her world.

 

One of my biggest influences for this story has been the 2016 Presidential Election, amongst others would be, WW2, The Civil Rights movement, as well as the assassination of JFK. It’s these combining factors of these events that I began to dive head first, into Jenny’s world.  With this in mind, I’d like to throw a few questions at you…

What if world peace were possible?

Could it remain at peace, or would evil forces destroy it?

How would humanity cope?

What would the world turn in to?

And… Could world peace be salvaged?

These questions are all still bouncing around in my head, along with a billion others, but the question that had been popping up the most was… What if world peace were possible? That was a question that took me a while to wrap my head around, because after all, how would something as wonderful as that come to be? Then like the most interesting ideas tend to do, it hit me (with the force of a freight train.) It would have to be an organization whose sole purpose is to better humanity. I don’t want to give you the name of the organization, but I’m sure that you could pinpoint the organization of which I am referring. It is from this organization that my own little organization is born, the WIA aka the World Investigation Agency. Their job is to help end fighting. This could stem from a dispute between a country’s government and their citizens, to arguments pertaining to or have the possibility to lead to  war. If my protagonist group can aid humanity in settling their difference, then in the book they may actually have a shot at world peace.

If world peace did prove to be a successful venture, then could it be taken away? In fiction there’s a rule, if something good comes up, then it must come down. If we didn’t have this rule, then there would no story. In any good or halfway decent story you want to see struggle, destruction, or the end to an era. If only to hope that the person, organization or what have you, can come back out on top. If world peace did occur, I could think of nothing better to destroy it than good old fashioned politics. My antagonist Joseph sees the world functioning in a different format, that could very well lead to the destruction of humanity.

What would the world/humanity transform into? I think if the antagonist were successful at carrying out his agenda, then the world might resemble a bit of the world we’re currently living in. Because if world peace were lost, then the trust and belief in humanity would be lost, so you’d wind up with loads of chaotic disasters, and people living in fear.

Could world peace be salvaged? This would depend upon whether the human race could pull themselves up and dust themselves off, and show that fighting spirit.

I know that there’s one other question that is undoubtedly floating around in your mind, and that would be, where would Jenny Mac mix in with all of this? Well that’s something that you would have to read to find out. Whenever I actually manage to finish the book and get it published that is.

 

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I’m in a cold sweat.

Missing your love, girl, I use to have no regrets.

Now I fall asleep, all alone in this queen-sized bed.

Going to bed never use to be something that I would dread.

But now I’m shakin’ drippin’ wet, in a cold sweat.

Searching for a temporary hit, but your body’s far too beautiful, not to miss.

Gotta get a fix, kiss, forshiz the taste of your lips, has got me caught up in a reminisce.

Quick gotta locate the off switch.

Logic is trying to override the cardiovascular system, but that beating muscle in my chest, cannot deny what it wants. So it overthrows what my logic already knows.

Lord knows I’ve tried to quit it and forget ya, but this love’s far too good, far too fanatically, amazing, that you’ve got me hooked.

Please allow me, one more night, one more time, where I’m all yours and you’re all mine. Then I swear that I’ll be fine.

Lord I miss those curves girl.

Tracing em always use to feel, oh so good girl.

Curling up with you all night.

Feelin’ that sweet spot every night, we’d be all night.

Lickin’ till my tongue numb.

Loving till the sun up.

I erupt, when you erupt.

So in tune, so in sync, when we make love.

Never in my life have I had such an adrenaline rush.

Endorphins equal true love.

Okay I admit it I’m addicted, flyin’ high, floating on cloud 9.

Wishing that I could go back to the days when you were all mine.

I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but this one last night. This one last time shit, just ain’t gonna do. Now I don’t know what I’mma do, I’m relapsing; and now I’ve got to face reality. Deal with the fact that I lost you.

I’m having a relapse with you.

Going down, just thinking about you.

Hands are shakin’ and I’m, drippin’ wet in a cold sweat.

I never use to live in regret.

Now I’m running on fumes, and dammit I just want a fix, I need my hit.

Tie a band round my arm, pick a vein, hook me up, give me something to remember your touch.

Oh lord girl, I miss your touch. I never thought a break up could be so rough.

Damn girl I want your love.

Ooh, Ooh, Ooh.

I’m in a…

Cold sweat, drippin’ wet.

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I’m having a.

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