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wherewhereare · 1 year ago

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Kind of a reminder that there are way more important things out there than bitching about what Gwen is wearing or rather or not she is not in OK with Blake for his Birthday.

Reality check.

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'The Wars Keep Returning'

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I’ve been home from the wars for over three years now, after seven years of tours in Iraq and Afghanistan, primarily as a State Department political advisor to the Marines. Yet the wars keeps returning.

News of yet another suicide came to me last month. This time it was someone I knew who served in both Iraq and Afghanistan. Ivy League educated, and one of the quiet, effective ones. Yes, one of our best, who spent years in Iraq. I was not close to him, but we were in the same group that hung out together.

His suicide follows others of people I served with. One friend killed himself in Afghanistan following a bad phone call from home a little over a year ago. Another killed himself in Iraq’s Anbar province a few years before that. The Department of Veterans Affairs has estimated that in 2014 an average of 20 veterans committed suicide every day. But this latest acquaintance to die by his own hand had been a civilian government employee. Military or civilian, the only people I know personally who have committed suicide have served in combat zones. And there are too many.

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I am trying to grapple with these deaths. In Iraq and Afghanistan one gets used to violent deaths. We are set up for it. We have ramp ceremonies where a thousand people might stand at attention while the coffins are brought into the plane for the final ride home. There are memorial services held at the base or at the embassy.

There are just tiny paid obituaries for those who served and then took their own lives, years later and thousands of miles away.

Yet he was a casualty of the war as well.

A friend writes: “In the past few months he [had] not liked where this world was headed. ... He was suffering from what we think was undiagnosed PTSD from his time in Iraq and more recently Afghanistan. He was only 41. Such a tragic loss. A bright young engaging man. ... There are times I struggle but I have people I can reach out to that I can talk to just to talk. That always helps. He apparently didn't have that outlet like so many others.”

I don't know why he killed himself. I can only speak from my own personal experience of the war. Serving in Iraq was terrifying, exhilarating, and the most professionally meaningful experience of my life. You're in an extremely high-pressure environment, “living in a goldfish bowl” as the saying goes, and you enjoy a tight sense of community. Then poof, war’s over and you’re flung into the diaspora, and life has little meaning anymore.

In the case of Iraq, so many of the Iraqis those of us Americans there came to know and trust, and who trusted us, paid with their lives for their association when ISIS took over large portions of the country, which we had left to its fate.

Almost all of the Sunni leadership that I befriended in Anbar province are either dead or have fled for their lives to other countries. Hunted down and marked for death as America’s former allies. So my time in Iraq, in retrospect, may well have been wasted, given Shia intransigence and hatred of the Sunnis, which continues on.

So unlike “good wars”—meaning wars that America wins—for me there’s no sense of accomplishment in looking back at the sacrifices in Iraq. Just desolation and sorrow for the deaths of good people. Bad policy got us into the Iraq war and bad policy led us to having to return there. It remains to be seen what will happen in Afghanistan.For many of those of us who served in Iraq and Afghanistan, our tours were defining moments in our lives.

The war reporter Sebastian Junger, in his book Tribe, deals with the issue of coming home. It resonates with a lot of us who were there, civilian or military:

Today’s veterans often come home to find that, although they’re willing to die for their country, they’re not sure how to live for it. It’s hard to know how to live for a country that regularly tears itself apart along every possible ethnic and demographic boundary. The income gap between rich and poor continues to widen, many people live in racially segregated communities, ... and rampage shootings happen so regularly that they only remain in the news cycle for a day or two. To make matters worse, politicians accuse rivals of deliberately trying to harm their own country—a charge so destructive to group unity that most past societies would probably have just punished it as a form of treason. It’s complete madness, and the veterans know this. In combat, soldiers all but ignore differences of race, religion, and politics within their platoon. It's no wonder many of them get so depressed when they come home.

For many of those of us who served in Iraq and Afghanistan, our tours were defining moments in our lives. But returning home was a much more difficult challenge. War changes you. And it changes people in different ways. I knew a 19-year-old Marine so full of despair at the loss of a buddy that he beat his hand bloody hitting a wall. I’ve known a tough senior official, a civilian, who went “red” every day in Baghdad, meaning taking a convoy ride near the Shia slum of Sadr City, then arguably one of the most dangerous places in Iraq, day after day for more than a year. He returned seemingly sound, but sees a therapist and has done so for years. War damages you in ways you don't even realize: When I came home on my first R&R, my wife gave me the keys to the car and then asked why I was driving in the middle of the road. There are no IEDs on the Dulles Access Road. But it was just automatic.

I was lucky. I have friends and family I can talk with.

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taiwantalk · 1 year ago

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there is an unprecedented problem emerging in america. i mean I don’t recall and I welcome someone to correct me.

a problem of which palestinian americans are in gaza and israeli americans had been killed & abducted into gaza.

a problem that is very clear for all of us to see and no msm dare to talk about.

I don’t even know I can properly articulate it. so let’s start with the fact that we know for a long long time, america is supposed to be the place where various ethnic groups leave their home country problems behind and coexist without bringing their problems from home to america, well, openly.

they may bitch about it, protest it, or maybe even privately retaliate each other in secrecy but for whatever shit that happens in the home country, as long as they’re refugees, expats, immigrants etc in america, they’re united for americans abroad. at least until they decide to volunteer to join whichever side like ukrainians or russians, like muslims for talibans during bush jr time. once they go, they’re not americans’ concern.

but now, this is feeling very different. I’ll be blunt. Israel as a country had been an american ally. I sympathize palestinians, armenians, or even iranians, but the attack by hamas on israel can only be viewed as an attack on america’s ally. So what’s feeling different?

palestinian americans or expats or whoever is supporting palestinian cause is trying bring it to america-here’s my advice.

remember you’re american first and that means whether you’re palestinian or israeli american, you are to get the fuck out of either gaza or israel asap and give any assistance to get them safely out or shed light to what’s happening to them, only them, not the them palestinians in the beef between hamas and israel.

there is no each side of the conflict in america. if you cannot coexist and must leverage your home country or population whether you’re russian or chinese or ukrainian or Iraqi or afghan, sorry, sooner or later you will find out that you have to leave because your vested interests betray the very pledge to live in america.

#taiwantalk

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derivativealigner · 4 years ago

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Well I haven’t watched sp all the way through for about a decade now, so I thought it was time

Sometimes I wonder how accurate the fandom is when it comes to how we interpret the characters. Like, why is Stan a football star so often in fanfic and why’s Kyle always the smart one? So I thought I’d rewatch the show and make notes along the way to see where the source of all these interpretations is. I also wanted to see if I could get some fun info to analyze, but season 1 is pretty sparse in that regard so there’s not too much of that in this post, but I’ll make a post for all the other seasons too as I watch them

In summary, it’s established in season 1 already that Stan’s a star quarterback and an animal lover, Kyle’s an A+ student, and Kenny is poor and knows a lot about sex and doesn’t have many qualms about doing crazy shit. Cartman is a bit weird since he’s mostly just a naive brat in this season, but he and Kyle have a mildly antagonistic friendship already

I have all my notes under this cut. They include a bunch of small details and other observations. I also listed every Kenny death just because

Ike has freckles

Cartman says “Weak!” and “You guys” and “Seriously” a lot from the start, also “Kickass!” He doesn’t say weak or kickass much in the later seasons iirc

Stan says “Dude, this is pretty fucked up right here” three times in this season but they dropped that catchphrase pretty quickly

Bebe got named in episode 2

Stan’s been an animal lover since s01e03 Volcano since he won’t shoot a bunny or anything else. He does shoot Scuzzlebutt at the end though

Cartman’s a pathological liar but in a childish way

Randy got named in s01e03 Volcano (and it only got worse from there)

The mayor went to Princeton

South Park is next to Mt. Evanson

Kenny will literally drink gasoline

Stan’s a star quarterback in 3rd grade

Clyde’s voice is wrong as hell in S01E04 Big Gay Al’s Big Gay Boat Ride and he has a dog, Rex

Garrison says Kyle is an A+ kid

Shelly seriously abuses Stan, punching him, throwing him, maiming him with a lawnmower

Cartman had a pot-bellied pig called Fluffy

Cartman’s mom smokes crack and has sex with strange men

Dr. Mephesto is probably a Buddhist since he says “Thank Buddha” instead of “Thank God”

Clyde’s voice gets kind of fixed in S01E06

A guy called Mr. McCormick is killed in a protest, launched and splattered against a network building. He doesn’t look like Kenny’s dad though

Zombie Clyde attacks Bebe, rude

Wendy gave her costume contest prize (2 tons of candy) to hungry children in Nairobi

Cartman’s mom is on the cover of Crack Whore magazine. “Back do’ ho… Five on one action!” is the headline

Cartman genuinely cries at Kenny’s grave after the whole zombie thing but gets over it because of candy

Stan knows his mom’s credit card number and has no problem using it to adopt an Ethiopian child (the boys wanted a watch that came with the adoption, they weren’t doing it to be nice)

Cartman calls Stan a vas deference, Stan doesn’t know what that is so Kenny says “Dude, it’s a pipe for your peepee” (according to a transcript). Kenny sure knows male anatomy

Kyle sniffs Kenny after Cartman asks why poor people smell like sour milk and Garrison says “idk eric they just do”

Cartman thinks poor people should die and decrease the surplus population

When the boys get Starvin’ Marvin delivered to them, Cartman says “Hey mom, we found an Ethiopian, can we keep him?” and his mom says “Sure, hun.” She rarely says no to Cartman

Kenny’s dad is an alcoholic who drinks scotch according to Cartman. I mean, Mr. McCormick is seen drinking in multiple episodes and has a hat that says SCOTCH so it’s probably true

Kenny’s family says grace

Craig’s first appearance is S01E09. Also, S01E09 is the first time Kenny doesn’t die (Coincidence? I THINK yeah but it’s still fun)

Clyde got named in S01E10

Clyde and Bebe both spit on Pip’s face, friendship goals <3

Cartman and Kyle have their first fight at Cartman’s birthday party because Kyle didn’t give the right gift. Cartman slaps his face and screams “I hate you! I want you to die! Die!” while on top of Kyle who’s not really fighting back

Satan throws a fight with Jesus after everyone except Satan bet that Jesus would lose, which leads to Satan winning everyone’s money. Mr. Garrison says “What a mean thing to do!” and Jimbo says “He is a jerk!” and I thought it was quite a laugh so I wrote it down

In S01E11 Tom’s Rhinoplasty Bebe and Wendy are sitting in the swings together and generally appear together throughout the episode, then Bebe gives Wendy a makeover so they’re bffs obviously <3

Craig first appears in the classroom, though not sitting down, in S01E11

Wendy’s not happy about Ms. Ellen taking Stan away from her, she says “Don’t fuck with me! Stay away from my man, bitch, or I’ll whoop your sorry ho ass back to last year!”

Kenny gives Ms. Ellen a scrumptious looking sausage as a valentine’s gift and giggles deviously. Wendy’s gift to Ms. Ellen is a dead animal

Even Kenny doesn’t know what a lesbian is

Wendy’s grandma died in S01E11

Wendy gets Ms. Ellen killed by hiring the Iraqi government (?) to put her in a rocket and shoot it into the sun, then she and Bebe have a pool party (very cool, they wear sunglasses 😎) and watch the rocket hit the sun

Cartman and Pip play a game of kicking each other in the nuts until someone falls. Cartman calls it “Roshambo”

Kenny has a sack of marbles

The boys aren’t fans of Barbra Streisand, but Stan is a fan of the Denver Broncos quarterback John Elway (he’s not a quarterback anymore, he’s an American football executive and the president of football operations for the Denver Broncos of the NFL according to wikipedia.)

Officer Barbrady is a fan of Fiona Apple (who was 20 at the time and had only one album released called Tidal)

Ned knows how to pilot a helicopter

Kyle’s mom is a fan of Streisand unlike literally everyone else, she even gets an autograph from Mecha Streisand

The boys are fans of Robert Smith, the lead singer of The Cure. Stan says “Robert Smith is the greatest person that ever lived!” and Kyle says “Disintegration is the best album ever!” and Cartman says “Robert Smith kicks ass!” and Kenny’s dead so he doesn’t get to have an opinion

Cartman has tea parties with his toys: Polly Prissypants, Clyde frog, Peter Panda, and a dragon called Rumpertumskin

Kyle wants to make fun of Cartman for the tea party but Stan stops him because he’s concerned that Cartman needs help

Craig is in front of the school counselor’s office in S01E13

A young miss Cartman drinks like a motherfucker at the 12th annual drunken barn dance where Cartman was supposedly conceived

Stan lets Cartman borrow his bike like a good friend

Garrison wanted to have a threesome with Chef and Cartman’s mom. I don’t know why I’m making a note of this but uh… yeah.

Cartman’s mom has had sex with everyone at this bar that Garrison’s drinking at, including principle Victoria, the mayor, Father Maxi, and Jesus (and maybe Kenny’s dad since he’s at the bar but the camera doesn’t pan to him when Garrison says they’ve all slept with Liane). Later Gerald Broflovski is a possible father to Eric, so he fucked her too. Also Mr. Mephesto and his friend Kevin, that little guy, are candidates along with a lot of other people, including the 1989 Denver Broncos (and Mr. Tenorman is included in that later)

Cartman doesn’t make fun of Kyle for being Jewish much at all in this season even though the Christmas episode is all about Kyle not celebrating

Clyde and Token appear very early on and Clyde has always been in the classroom (along with Bebe, Red, Kevin Stoley, Wendy, and Pip and uhh DogPoo too I think). Craig appears later in the season and Tweek’s not in season 1 at all, so Craig’s gang isn’t really a thing yet

And here’s a list of the ways Kenny died in this season. He dies in every episode except episode 9, and he dies twice in episodes 2 and 3. Altogether he dies 14 times

S01E01 Killed after alien shoots him, cows stampede over him, then cop runs him over which finally actually kills him

S01E02 Killed in a play by a falling teepee, then a second time shot by Garrison which sends him in the air and he gets impaled on a flagpole on the way down

S01E03 Killed by a volcano rock that burns him then rolls on him but he’s alive again in the end but gets shot by Ned’s gun that he drops and it accidentally goes off

S01E04 Gets his arms and head torn off in an American football game

S01E05 Stan’s clone punches Kenny into a microwave where he gets cooked alive

S01E06 Death touches Kenny

S01E07 Kenny gets crushed by a Russian space station and turns into a zombie because he gets Worcestershire sauce in his veins, then Kyle chainsaws zombie Kenny in half, then zombie Kenny rises from his grave and is crushed by a statue and a plane

S01E08 Kenny is killed by a bunch of turkeys. His eye gets plucked out. It’s dark blue

S01E10 After Kenny gets turned into a duck-billed platypus, Jimbo and Ned shoot him

S01E11 Ms. Ellen throws a sword through Kenny’s face

S01E12 While Mecha Streisand and a giant robot Leonard Maltin fight, Kenny plays with a tetherball and gets the rope wrapped around his neck and it strangles him

S01E13 Kenny gets stuck on a go kart and it drags him around but stops and he’s still alive! Too bad the go kart stops on train tracks and a train runs him over. Stan’s grandpa sends a video of the event to America’s Stupidest Home Videos and wins $10,000

If you read all that, first of all hello. I’m not new to the fandom even though this is the first thing I’ve posted on this tumblr blog. I’ve been writing a fanfic called Caffetamine though so I’m not a complete non-entity. Anyway, I’ll watch season 2 soon and post my notes on that too probably.

#south park #sp rewatch #i made way too many notes #kenny used to get dialog in almost every episode #poor kenny #he really gets shafted later

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jyndor · 4 years ago

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paul krugman and the art of doubling down on shitty takes

so on september 11th, famed nyt editorial writer, keynesian economist and fave of your racist liberal uncle, paul krugman, wrote one of the shittiest takes I have ever seen on twitter, which is SAYING SOMETHING.

krugman famously tweeted this:

and got a million virtual shoes thrown at him for being so ignorant, because anti-muslim hate crimes did actually escalate after 9/11, and the bush administration eagerly fanned the flames of islamophobia in order to make their illegal wars in afghanistan and iraq popular with the public. muslims, sikhs, indians, literally anyone vaguely brown, and lots of black ppl too, were terrorized by their neighbors, (former) friends, classmates, coworkers, etc. and anyone with a muslim friend knows this happened because they've told us about it. and these attacks were reported on. they were, I remember reading about them when I was a kid.

(paul krugman works for the new york fucking times, and while I think the nyt is warmongering centrist garbage, they do actually report on things that happen in the world. he writes editorials for them, surely he reads the damn paper once in a while).

so today, I log on to twitter and see he has decided not to apologize, but rather do the ol' double down, which always works out well.

here are some highlights:

okay so first thing's first, no apology (obviously) since this is a double down. but we got a chart, and liberals do love a good chart when they are being racist and ahistorical.

he admits that the chart is actually inaccurate because it excludes all the other victims of anti-muslim hate crimes who weren't actually muslim (read: the innocents). okay. so already he is losing credibility because he is using an inaccurate chart as the basis of his double down, and really, we love to see it.

after this there's some shit about how he didn't say there wasn't an outbreak of white americans attacking muslims and people mistaken for muslims, but rather that it could have been worse. lol well anything can be worse than it was, as 2020 has taught us. it’s a pedantic mess and I didn’t feel like that was the meat of the double down.

so first off, the iraq war was definitely started for many reasons, but islamophobia was part of it. the bush administration wanted to invade iraq and depose saddam hussein, and steal iraq’s oil for multinational oil companies lbr, and so they exploited americans’ fears about muslims by propagandizing about how it was important for us to attack them over there before they attacked us over here with their weapons of mass destruction, and of course they would attack us over here if given the chance. why? because they hate our way of life here, our freedom. those things were LITERALLY said by bush people and also by their stans at fox news and the wsj, and yes, in the editorial pages at the nyt.

so to someone like paul krugman, who knows lots of conservatives who don’t seem racist, or are educated and distinguished and just... like war? idk but to him, he sees people like them and says, well... they’re not like uneducated filthy poors in west virginia, not that kind of racist.

but what he doesn’t get, or he is being deliberately obtuse about, is that in order for the bush people to dehumanize muslims the way they did, they had to personally place less value on the lives of iraqis than on the value of that sweet crude oil. they were willing to go to war, sacrifice hundreds of thousands of civilians in the process (as well as thousands of american soldiers, but this isn’t about them) because they didn’t see them as anything but collateral damage. and that is fucking racist.

and while I have no interest in playing the “which racist is worse” game, when the west virginia uneducated racist endangers those around them, the politician rich harvard educated racist writes policy and lies us into illegal wars that endanger millions. both are bad, both are racist.

and by the way, him “sticking his neck out” to speak up against going to iraq was brave and necessary, especially because the nyt was pushing the invasion. but when you put it like that... you just sound like a tool. like it was a burden to call out the liars and imperialists. bitch, you’re paul krugman, a nobel laureate and renowned economist. I do not want to discount the IMMENSE pressure and blacklisting that opponents of the bush administration experienced, because showing any opposition to the wars at the time was risky. but idk the way he put that just irked me, especially since he didn’t even lose his job like many in the media did when they spoke up.

usually what liberals do when they fuck up publically is a fake ass apology and a few hail marys, and I assumed he would be on twitter begging for forgiveness on this one since his garbage take went so viral and pissed off so many people. and of course was wrong.

but then he does this:

yeah. your eyes are not deceiving you. that chart is measuring anti-black, anti-lgbtq and anti-”islamic” (lmao who says that bro just say anti-muslim or islamophobic) hate crimes. shut up leftist twitter, black people have it worse than muslims according to my inaccurate chart. so stop attacking me, a rich white man who doesn’t really care about anything other than my reputation.

there is a lot to unpack here, namely that paul krugman is using faux concern for black people as a way to deflect from his shitty ahistorical take about how much restraint white americans showed after 9/11 towards muslims. maybe krugman doesn’t know any black muslims, but they exist. also oppression olympics is stupid even when used by well meaning essentialists, let alone by milquetoast academics.

not to mention that he has already discounted his own shitty chart by saying it doesn’t show the full picture of what happened in these anti-muslim attacks. but even if we take this chart seriously, it actually does not really support his point. look at how many more hate crimes there were against muslims in 2001 than there were in 2000. there are significantly more black people than muslims in the united states. I am not good at math, and surely I am no nobel laureate, but it seems to me that hate crimes against black people increased a little, and hate crimes against muslims increased a lot. and this chart only takes into account three years, and only two of which are post-9/11. so... idk man maybe we should look at what happened in, say, 2003? 2004? how about all of the 2000s?

(source: https://www.pri.org/stories/2016-09-12/data-hate-crimes-against-muslims-increased-after-911)

oh, that is actually pretty consistently bad! yes, there was one spike in 2001/2002, but it isn’t like we went back down to pre-9/11 numbers afterwards. and I am not sure if this information includes non-muslims targeted for “looking muslim” but I would say it is unlikely, since the data seem pretty similar to krugman’s olympic shit.

I am not writing this because paul krugman is particularly shit-for-brains, or because I hate him more than like... idk any other moron on twitter. there were plenty of anti-muslim takes on twitter friday like there are every 9/11, and every day. but krugman is actually someone liberals respect. he is, after all, a nobel laureate and a keynesian economist, and fairly mild mannered. when people in the media like krugman write these ahistorical shitty takes they are, as chomsky wrote, MANUFACTURING CONSENT. it is a deliberate tactic, and it works. and if you want to learn more about this theory, check out this short clip by al jazeera narrated by amy goodman (of democracy now). the media manufactured american consent when they pushed the wars. they continue to do so when they try to rewrite george bush’s history by making trump seem uniquely terrible to muslims.

elites in the press and in government have been trying to whitewash and rehabilitate george bush’s reputation for YEARS, and they are succeeding. and why would they want to do that? well, there are a lot of reasons. one, a lot of people in washington are complicit in bush’s crimes. two, democrats think they need to appeal to moderate republicans (lol) in order to win elections, and I guess they think there are moderate republicans left (lol!), and that those moderate republicans like george bush (LOLLL). three, they want to make trump look uniquely terrible. if they do that, then no one but trump needs to be held to account for his government’s failings. but these are just my speculation.

do not let them rehabilitate george bush any further than they have. it is a fucking shame he will never be held to account for war crimes, but an extra slap in the face to all of his victims when we act like he didn’t do things he did. like stoke anti-muslim hate. he invaded muslim countries with a smile on his face, and that is pretty fucking hateful.

paul krugman doubled down and tried to use Black Lives Matter like a human fucking shield. seems a bit racist imo.

#paul krugman #islamophobia #racism #war #imperialism #anti-blackness #fuck this guy i stg

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define--onomatopoeia · 5 years ago

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There's news about Jeremiah.

I was not there So the question you must ask yourself is who was. I was there in, mind yes. But I only saw the spirit of goldenrod...

That is all then i heard news of what occurred later... When he crawled to his truck then last night... When apparently...

Well his adoptive - not abusive - father had him taken to the hospital... And he apparently died of freight....

I heard him saying he couldn't breathe. I told him to use an inhaler and honestly i thought he was lying for attention.

Idk. Its happened before after he shot me when I was 13... But we got him to the hospital via ambulance immediately because I was in the room with him and told his non abusive adoptive father .... He was turning blue

Last night he was apparently with some other girl,a girlfriend or something Idk Idk who she was. Obviously she wasn't paying attention or didn't care or he was alone...

He was at Abu's house and Abu left him there ... Needing to vacuum... Then later Jeremiah army crawled to his truck. I asked him why and he said he didn't want any one to see him as Abu wasn't in his house..

Jeremiah is weird.

So someone asked me tonight if the same thing would happen to Abu... Well... No.

The question was posed by one of his family members due to the stoning event. One that stood in the shadows not participating on either side but watching and not preventing.

Abu stood in front of me... Facing me to protect me. I told him to move. So he stood in front of me like he plays basketball on his time off and faced out.. To see who was on the stoning side.

I told him to go inside and get a glass of water...

He kept getting in front of me until i pushed him down to thr ground and he looked all hurt but then he distracted me and i got hit in the left side of my head with a rock... I told him "i said to move!! Now get something to do! Go look at my kids!"

And so he smiled and he went to check on the kids...

Then he stayed behind me after That.

So the question as to is he in danger, from me, because the people he brought with him threw rocks at me. And the answer is no.

I fought the people who threw things at me. He tried to protect me and i would not allow him to.

Not because I think I'm an American bad ass or because i have something to prove or that i don't need a man or he was dumb to,stand in the way and get rocks thrown at him.

But because they threw a rock at me and They got themselves all ready for a stoning of me. Because it was my war. Because Obama allowed them to come. Because they hit me. Because I was hit in the face because some bitch.

Now, as citizens of Iraq, They know war and they know domestic and civil war.

I saw my mother and my friends and family murdered before my eyes. The same person that murdered Abu's family in Iraq, murdered mine here in America.

Unlike the people of Iraq, they never saw his face. Never knew his name. Never knew his soulmate. Never lived with him. Never fought him.

But I did. Everyday. I still do.

So when someone strikes at me first, I will stand and i will stand alone to defend myself. Because that is always what i have done.

Because that is the only way to stop the attacks. That is a way to gain respect. But also it's the only way for them to stop.

Jeremiah was kidnapped by the man who attacked Iraq on his own. Its quite possible that Jeremiah would have been the perfext child. I loved him. His father did. Yes his father would punch him in the face -- but that is because Jeremiah would punch him first and not until Jeremiah began to abuse me and Declan did he use physical punishment in retribution. With me, he would shove him and then hold him feom behind, in a bear hug and tell him,he loved him and to please stop and all that and they would shake hands and get a beer. Let it all go. But then Declan was a tiny tiny child and so that is when Jeremiah's dad began punching Jeremiah in the face. Because Jeremiah was So poisoned.

That is why i still love Jeremiah. I understand.... He was kidnapped. His fsther killed in front of his eyes at Kmart. Then abused mentally and sexually his entire life. Although Jeremiah was adopted, his kidnapper always came around whenever he wanted. To control.

Jeremiah abused me Because his kidnapper would call him and tell,him shit and say i needed to be hit... Dumb shit... But Jeremiah was that --- I don't know any other word than dumb....

Controlled and naive.

Jeremiah turned evil... Although I could always seem to be able to find him in all that controlled abuse... He could never be set free... If i had more time with him... I think i could have... But his kidnapper would nebrr allow it.

In fact the same male bombing Iraq was there the night of the stoning. He stood laughing and grinning and the Iraqis, a few men actually told him to leave. So he did leave the courtyard (ironically it was called) But stood on the fence to watch over it, near the BBQ... With Jeremiah.

Very few knew who he was. But he was there mingling and shaking hands and being all ultra cool and making the same men he tried to kill, smile.

Jeremiah killed him the day Jeremiah made me angry and i said for Matt to punch him... And it literally was one hit from Jeremiah. Jeremiah was angry because his abuser and tormentor had hit him profusely.... Jeremiah didn't mean to kill him. But of all people, Jeremiah was one that did have that right to do So. As well as MANY others.

And so while i know its disappointing that those innocent people couldn't have their retaliation, Jeremiah was one that lost his soul due to this male person.

And so i hope that it renders satisfaction and peace in the hearts of those hurt that it was someone whom suffered greatly at the hands of this male whom did indeed kill him.

Many lost lives. But to lose a soul. To become evil. To not have the gifts that life gives, satisfaction of love, happiness. Being free to think.

I am glad it was Jeremiah. Because while innocent lives are lost, they can go to Heaven. But Jeremiah, I doubt can have that opportunity without a lot of help from God.. Something... Idk...

So i hope somehow it can fix Jeremiah. It did not initially. It just made him more evil.

But maybe one day it will all come together for him and his soul can be only his once again as it was 32 years ago.

I know he is in Hell. Because my heart feel a sad... And then it burns. So I know there's not a place for him in Heaven. Not today.

And so absolutely Abu has not the same fate as Jeremiah.

Abu will be set free from his captures, his self prison while he is alive. That is why he came to the Land of the Free, the United States of America!

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whimsically-ominously-auspice · 5 years ago

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So last night...

For my University graduation, i went to Elephante Butte and Truth or Consequences...

Well, Tom and Sara got out of control...

Then some Islamic people came over and this bitch girl actually threw a few rocks at me and hit me in the face, for my clothes because i was talking to one of their male,family members and another directed them to,seewhat i was wearing and didnt i deserve as a woman,what they deserved?

So because i jumped up and shoved one of the girls and they all bowling pinned and fell on each other the male,said for them to,go,further away in a walk way..

So they wrre all,gathering stones and throwing them at me and so a child handed me a rock and I threw it ... Like pretty hard and it hit this girl upside her head and she fell and died. And then i hit them all.

I can throw a small object over 500 feet... So it's not like im all gentle...

And so yeah they didn't like that shit all trying to run and hide.., like 25 Islamic girls and like 5 of us American girls and 2 children and 4 Islamic American Men throwing at those girls.... Whom were all adults and some old like,grandma age

So now one of those,guys that had organized these girls was out last night and he didn't like that i was out... With my brother.

So we had words and he kept heading his shit all night. And it was wrong and I was angry.

So most of what i wrote last night was to explain myseld because no one asked how i felt about the burka except one person. And to which he replied to me, "i am an American, now, so i want to be with an American woman, that is why i am here"

Like dude has common sense. Like how is he gonna be all you can't be American when I came here?

So you remember how i said I did things in Iraq and Afghanistan from here? I helped those people to come here under refugee status. From Iraq.

Unfortunately just like Americans some have brains and some don't. Some appreciate what has been done for them and some don't. Some understand America is free and some prefer to be back in Iraq or at least under the rules Iraq allows under the lies of Islamic Qur'an.

Just like Americans find words in the Bible to twist into the way they want to so they can hurt others living the way that they believe they should.

So with Jeremiah, some of the Iraqis made into my life. And so that is the way that is.

Words about the ears is that they were or are ISIS. Well that is fine,but no one is going to throw rocks at me for what i wear. ISIS or not.

That got ruled out in the 1960s and 1970s in America when women began to burn their bras.

So. Iraq, Islam, Middle East, Muslims. Yall are beyind the times of the West.

Now ISIS was created because it was tired of government wars jist fighting and kilking innocent and good people while big fat rats were sitting around stealing the cheese, so they made their own regime and troops to not kill innocent people but to kill people that were bad. Domestic abuse, beating children, (Not rape as their culture is different), murdering children and old grandparents, not following the Qur'an, including stoning women.

But under refugee status, they're not allowed to behave in such a frivolous manner.

Some are American Citizens and do work for the United States military. And other government jobs. Just like any American citizen is allowed to do. They have their own businesses and can work construction or fast food just the same.

Regardless if they were ISIS or Al-Qaeda or Islamic or whatever. Obviously the American Government, under Barack Obama, felt they were safe enough to come here.

The particular sect I assisted to relocate was from a village that was constantly bombed by a (then unknown but now known) private American company.

It was not the US Military as it was disguised to look nor was it any other country.

So a particular boy had his entire family killed one by one and only he was left. Abu.

And so after i killed The Michael Jackson impersonator that had HIV AIDS and was a pervert to children and i caught him touching my daughter and the president pardoned me for life, he asked if there was anything I could ask him for help with and i said, yes. Abu and his family.

And so while I rarely see them, they live here all over New Mexico, blending in with Mexicans with their tan colored skin and their foreign accents. And i see them all the time. Without even knowing.

Rarely i would see an old thin man with a turban, a burgundy one.... Around the corner from my house at a small house that's been torn down.

I would see an old Uncle in restaurant. I saw him last week. Usually he eats alone but a few occasions i saw him part of a group. And the girls that i see all dress American or even slightly Mexican.

So yesterday's post was not to say they were unwelcome in our Country but just to say a few have not changed in 10 years and they are not welcome for their evil ways and last night the man that had arranged my stoning for wearing a sun dress without a bra, was arranged to be removed from our country.

As he cannot treat me/anyone with respect and the attempted stoning was recorded by many people and evidence exists that he has betrayed hos refugee status and his new land of America.

Abu had asked him to quit following me but he continued. Thus he was stalking me. So there were legal reasons for his removal.

So most definitely I don't want people to feel they are not welcome here or cannot practice their religion or live freely here. But their are laws here and in the world that are highly suggested to be followed otherwise a reprimand will be issued

And now Obama is talking shit about going after Abu and I will, of course, have to impolitely whip Obama's ass. Like how he disrespects his wife whom actually made his black ass who he is. I watched the movie, how he met her cause he needed a tutor.

So lets not all be stupid here. Follow your refugee paperwork and follow the rules and regulations and things are not under Obama now. So Some y'all need to get woke because Obama is done. Whether he desires to be or I do, he will be done of this situations and things will be changing.

Cause I'm Done with this shit.

I'm not going to have yo worry about someone running me off the road for my clothes or my mouth when it was Abu whom asked for the freedom of his friends and family to arrive in this country along with him when i asked for him to come with his family.

So, in truth. Y'all would all be dead in Iraq had i not asked.

Don't respect that, I don't give a shit, because that only means i will not have to respect you.

You can pass a citizenship test but that DOESNT mean you're a practicing citizen. It just means you passed a test. Just like being baptized and going to church doesn't get you into Heaven.

Sorry it has to be said

I know many people do enjoy living here. And that is your right.

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hg47 · 4 years ago

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47 Reasons Why I Fear Islam - (Reason 36)

-36-109 verses in the Koran advocate violence against Non-Muslims; 527 verses in the Koran are intolerant of Non-Muslims; of the 245 verses that are slightly “positive” on Non-Muslims every one of those has been abrogated, redacted, annulled, and do not apply to Islamic Law or influence Muslim behavior. The religion which claims to be peaceful has actually cancelled ALL the peaceful words received from their God. Go, Islam! ++++------- http://www.amazon.com/Why-I-Am-Not-Muslim/dp/1591020115/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1380655534&sr=1-1&keywords=why+i+am+not+a+muslim If anyone can explain the Islamic notion of abrogation, and fully demonstrate how silly, insane, and evil it is, that would be Ibn Warraq in his book - WHY I AM NOT A MUSLIM. “tolerance” has been abrogated by “intolerance.” ++++------- The United States is not equipped to deal with Muslim ghettos where American law and order do not apply. Under Sharia law within Muslim ghettos “human rights” only apply to Muslim males. The Muslim ghetto functions like a huge prison, the males are guards, the females are prisoners. Are we to deny American concepts of human rights to more than half the population within these ghettos? Even if these women declare that they don’t want any of our “human rights,” can we believe them? Or do these women know that they dare not say otherwise or they would be terribly punished, and their lives within the Muslim ghetto forever ruined? This is only one of the problems. What about polygamy? Do we allow Muslim men multiple wives, because we dare not enter to enforce American jurisprudence? What about the Sharia courts and the Implementation Arm of the Sharia courts within these Muslim ghettos? In Pakistan if a woman reports that she was raped and finds herself unable to supply four male witnesses who visually observed her rape she will be charged with adultery, punishable by death, which usually results in a long prison sentence. What happens to a woman reporting rape within an American ghetto of Muslims? Is she murdered, and her body dissolved in lye to “melt” down the sink? Are there apartments within the Muslim ghettos inside American towns devoted to prisons within the prison of the ghetto where disobedient people are locked up without habeas corpus for who knows how long? These are legitimate questions which must be asked, in my opinion. Or are we to just say: “These are crazy Muslims, let them do whatever they want to themselves.” The next question is obvious: “But are they just doing it to themselves?” In Egypt the kidnapping of Christian women for forced conversion to Islam and marriage by Muslim men is well documented: “Need More Wives! Need More Muslim Babies!” Is this occurring within the United States? Once a Christian woman goes into one of these Muslim ghettos, how will she ever get out? A further complication: areas controlled exclusively by Muslims where Sharia law is implemented are seen as Islamic territory which must always expand and never contract. This is the contempt of Muslims for the American government. Logically (by Muslim logic anyway) should the Muslim ghetto on American soil be broken up, and the Muslims relocated by force, this will be seen as an attack upon Muslim lands, requiring a Holy War, where all Muslims everywhere will be called upon to do whatever they can to regain this Islamic territory. Now, circa 12/22/2013 8:29 AM, Muslims come into Syria from many other nations to become holy warriors fighting for Islam, hoping to die fighting Infidels so they will pop straight to Paradise and avoid an awkward, unpleasant and fearful Judgment Day that might turn against them, where they are cast into Hell! Some Muslim religious leaders have put a spin on the civil war, accusing the Assad government of being traitors to Islam and corrupted and controlled by the West, which makes this government valid targets for jihad. What will happen, here in America, if and when an Islamic Sharia ghetto is broken up by American Law? Holy war, that’s what. Are you ready for Muslims flying in from around the world to fight us Infidels in their jihad, so they can pop straight to Paradise? Yes, there are Mormon ghettos practicing polygamy, and a few ultra-conservative Jewish ghettos practicing some un-American rituals, and many other ghettos where American laws are partially held in abeyance by religious groups or ethnic groups. But only Muslim ghettos hate America, plot against America, seek to destroy America and remake our land into another Saudi Arabia, by any means necessary; the Muslim men lustfully hoping for violent jihad and its straight shot to Paradise through death. What are we to do? You tell me! Send me a tweet. ++++------- tweet ~ ISLAMABAD (Reuters – May, 2015) - Pakistan has blocked all Western media, deeming our values un-Islamic and blasphemous to Muslims. ~ (This is me in 2010 trying to imagine a Pakistan in 2015, and joking about it with a future news story.) ++++------- http://www.globalpost.com/dispatches/globalpost-blogs/groundtruth-burma/buddhist-monk-wirathu-969-muslims-myanmar Tin Aung Kyaw on the 969 movement by Buddhist monks against Muslims. Muslims are allowed to curse the Jews and the Great Satan and the inferior Infidels as much as they please in mosques, but when monks call Muslims “mad dogs” or “cannibals” or “troublemakers” in their sermons Western critics come down firmly on the side of the Muslims. @hg47 says – Where Western notions of justice prevail, all religions are allowed to practice. Where Islamic notions of justice prevail, only one religion is allowed to practice: Islam. For the truth of this, look to the history of any Muslim majority country, and what has happened to the Jewish people who used to live there, and the few Christian people who are trying to live there now. ++++------- A quote from Khaled al-Hroub, a professor at Cambridge University: the most “frightening aspect of what we see today in the streets of Arab and Islamic cities is the disaster of extremism that is flooding our societies and cultures, as well as our behavior…This [represents] a total atrophy of thought among wide sectors [of society]…” ++++------- http://www.washingtontimes.com/news/2010/mar/29/hate-crimes-force-jews-out-of-malmo/ An article about Hate crimes by Muslims against Jews which are forcing Jews out of Malmo, a city in Sweden! ++++------- http://www.csmonitor.com/World/Asia-Pacific/2011/0331/Pakistan-attacks-reveal-widening-split-between-religious-parties-and-militants Issam Ahmed on how hard-core Muslim groups use street justice and assassinations to eliminate “moderate” Muslims from the equation by silencing any of them who dare to speak up. ++++------- http://www.citizenwarrior.com/2009/05/terrifying-brilliance-of-islam.html Another thing Citizen Warrior covers here is the Islamic notion of abrogation where violent and intolerant verses in the Koran render ALL the peaceful Koranic verses null and void: empty words to fool Infidels. Are you fooled? ++++------- http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/religion/8120142/Christian-woman-sentenced-to-death-in-Pakistan-for-blasphemy.html Rob Crilly in Islamabad and Aoun Sahi in Lahore on the Asia Bibi blasphemy case. Intriguing reading on the terrible things Islam makes Muslims do, and allows Muslims to do. Some Christian bitch doesn’t suck up to you (you, the perfect innocent superior Muslim woman), accuse her of blasphemy, ruin her life, and maybe get her killed! Go, Islam! ++++------- tweet ~ I work with a Christian Iraqi refugee. He says there are fatwas against Pepsi & Coke & you-name-it. ++++------- http://thehayride.com/2010/10/npr-successfully-influenced-by-the-muslim-brotherhood/ Christopher Holton and Sarah Pavlis on how NPR is controlled by the Muslim Brotherhood. ++++------- A quote from Citizen Warrior: “Most people believe Islam has been Hijacked by a small percentage of extremists…Hopefully, they will eventually learn that Islam has not been hijacked and that the Fundamentalists are following basic, mainstream Islamic teachings, and that Islam is political at its core…” ++++------- http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/talking_point/6199575.stm Iraqi tales of life under the militias. Shia speaking to Sunni: “You are wrong! So I must kill you!”Sunni speaking to Shia: “You are wrong! So I must kill you!” ++++------- http://www.citizenwarrior.com/2009/05/terrifying-brilliance-of-islam.html This article is something of an “all the juice in one post essential debunking of Islam” by Citizen Warrior. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ +Go-To-37+ +Go-To-Beginning-Of-47-REASONS-WHY-I-FEAR-ISLAM+

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forsetti · 8 years ago

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On Syria

I wrote the following in September of 2013 about Syria. In light of the recent Tomahawk missile strike against a conveniently vacated air base by the current administration, I thought it was relevant to drag out of mothballs and repost. At the end, I've added a few additional thoughts in light of what has changed with regard to Syria since late 2013. The politics, second guessing, finger pointing and knee jerking going on about the situation in Syria doesn’t surprise me. It amuses me. It angers me. It does not surprise me. The large faction on the right that loves nothing more than flexing America’s military muscle, especially in the Middle East against them “terrorist Muslims”, are having to confront their hatred of anything and everything President Obama says and does. So when he suggests a possible military strike against a Middle East dictator, their simple, black and white (no gray matter) brains get overheated. “Must kill terrorists.” “Must not agree with President.” When you add the rightwing talking points of the President being a secret Muslim and Communist who hates America into the mix of their fragile, fact devoid minds, it sets off a reaction the effects crew of “Scanners” would envy. So you have a large group of people who want nothing more than to bomb the cheesy five-clock-shadow mustache off Assad suddenly wearing tie-dye, wearing hemp necklaces with peace symbols and smelling of patchouli. That is how powerful their hatred of the President is. The other major faction on the right is those who are so ingrained and whose self-worth is so intricately tied to military power that they are willing to swallow the bitter pill of supporting the President if he decides to strike Syria. But their hatred of him is still lingering around their murderous heads like bottle flies on a corpse. They don’t want him to authorize a surgical strike, they want him to fully engage the Syrian Army. They don’t want him to go to Congress for authorization, they want him to go “Cowboy” (also known as “going Full Bush”), and attack Assad with all we’ve got and invade Syria like we did Iraq (because that experiment turned out so peachy for us and the Iraqis why not have an encore). This part of Wingnutopia will support an attack on Syria but only if it is “balls to the wall”, “Shock and Awe”, “Our dicks are bigger than yours”. They also don’t want any responsibility for the costs, lives lost, damage done, any possible negative consequences. They want all of those to be completely on the President. This is why they are whining like a hipster who didn’t get the right chai latte about President Obama going to Congress for approval. They love killing people but don’t want any blood on their hands or dead Americans on their conscious.

Then there are those on the left-the war protesting, PETA member, vegans who “want everyone to just get along through hot yoga, Zumba or sharing a loaf of gluten-free homemade bread.” Any bombing, for any reason, is 100% wrong, 100% of the time. Sure they are upset at Assad for killing tens of thousands of civilians and using chemical weapons but that can all be cured with some scented candles, warm oils and hot stones to free up his fifth chakra. President Obama’s decisions are completely wrong because he hasn’t considering sending Assad a spa package, fruit basket and a “Just concerned” card with a cute, furry kitten on the front. These people are easy to identify because they are the first ones tossing around lines like, “You can’t solve killing through killing”, “The President needs to give back his Noble Peace Prize” and “Violence only leads to more violence”. Like their counterparts on the right, they live in a completely black and white gated world where nuance and complexity are not allowed in.

There is the “butt hurt Left”, those who voted for President Obama but are disappointed that he hasn’t lived up to their idealistic standards. “He hasn’t closed Guantanamo like he promised” (never mind it was one of his first orders of business after taking office but has to have Congressional approval and there were too many Dems who pussed out and voted with Republicans). “He didn’t push for single-payer health care.” (Forget that it would never have passed and even the watered down version we got with ACA passed by the narrowest of margins). There is an almost endless list of these types of complaints which can all be summed up as “He promised us unicorns that piss rainbows and fart glitter.” That there isn’t rainbow pissing, glitter farting unicorns in everybody’s backyard just shows he has betrayed the people who elected him. “He said he would get us out of Iraq and Afghanistan!” He is and quicker than was originally planned. He didn’t say he wouldn’t ever engage the military. He has never said that America won’t get involved around the globe. He has said that when we do it needs to be for the right reasons and approached differently than in the past because the old paradigm is broken. If these people paid as much attention to the President’s speeches since he decided to run back in 2008 that they do to picking nits, they would quickly see he is exactly who he has claimed to be. I defy any of them to go read his Noble Peace Prize speech and tell me he isn’t doing exactly what he said-“To say that force is sometimes necessary is not a call to cynicism - it is a recognition of history; the imperfections of man and the limits of reason.” Go read his campaign speeches from 2008 and 2012 and you will see someone who knows not only history and his place in it but someone who knows the pragmatic limitations of both. There are the those who don’t want to do anything about Syria because they “don’t feel any sympathy or responsibility” for what is happening there. “Assad is killing rebels, some who are thugs, terrorists, and criminals. Why should I care?” A side argument to this is-“Yes Assad has killed 100,000 of his own people but if we get involved he will just kill more.” The bottom line to both these and other related arguments is “I am not affected by what is going on so who cares?” I can hear the hackles getting up on those who have taken these positions-“I do too care! In fact, I don’t want more bad things to happen, that shows how much I care.” Ummmmm….No. That shows you don’t want to do anything and I fail to see how sitting idly by is going to help in any way. I’ve seen this scenario played out before in Bosnia where we sat idly by as the Muslim Bosniak population was systematically killed by Bosnian Serbs under Slobodan Milošević. We finally did get involved and the ethnic cleansing stopped but only after months and months of hand-wringing, moralizing, debating, whining and responsibility shirking. It is great we were able to help end the genocide but how many Muslim Serbs died while we were playing “It’s on your shoulders hot potato”? Tens of thousands for sure. For what purpose? To make us feel better about ourselves and to spread out the possible responsibility as wide and far as possible so if things went bad, everybody’s asses were covered.

A lot of the same people saying we have no business in Syria and don’t feel any moral responsibility for what is happening are some of the same people who spent years complaining about the U.S.’s lack of helping the genocide in Rwanda. I’ve even heard a number of these people say, “We didn’t do anything in Rwanda, so getting involved in Syria would be wrong/hypocritical.” This is a horrible argument. First, the administrations during the Rwandan crisis were different so their aims, policies, and views cannot be compared to present leadership. Second, what kind of moral position is “We didn’t do anything before so we can’t now”? That we didn’t intervene in Rwanda was a great moral failing, replaying that movie is not going to somehow redeem us or reset our ethical tally. It is going to be just another black mark. If you are unhappy about our moral failings of the past, then it seems that the best course of action is to learn from our mistakes, not repeat them. As wrong as it was to do nothing about Rwanda, the Congo, Sudan… the reality of the situation is Syria does have geopolitical importance and those countries didn’t. Ethically this means nothing but it is a variable that can’t be ignored. You don’t have to like this, you can complain that it isn’t fair and wrong but that doesn’t change reality. You can bitch that the Middle East is all about oil and you’ll get no argument from me. You can gnash your teeth about “blood for oil”, we shouldn’t be reliant on unstable countries and government, etc. and I’ll defend your positions and lead your marches. But there is an abyss between “what should be” and “what is” and if you constantly live on the “should be” side without understanding and taking into consideration the “what is” side, you are nothing more than a modern Don Quixote.

What I don’t hear in the media, in Congress, at the bar, on Facebook…is an honest discussion about the issues involved concerning Syria. Everything I hear is politically and emotionally based. I understand these tatics but find them both incredibly useless for an honest discussion and any possible solution. What I hear is-“I’ve heard this story before. Why should I believe the government especially when it comes to getting involved in another Middle East country?” I understand why people ask this question. The sad reality is the Bush administration’s foreign policy, especially with regard to Iraq, will have deep consequences for decades to come. Because they intentionally lied about Iraq having WMDs and their imminent threat because they used the war to funnel money to top Republican donors and to the company previously led by the vice president, it not only cost us billions of dollars, 4000+ lives, it cost us credibility internationally and more importantly, at home. Now if situations arise where a possible military action is involved, especially in the Middle East, the automatic response it is “fabricated”, “a ploy by the military complex”, “an intentional diversion to take the focus off of other problems”, etc. That Bush & Co. did this should go down as one of the greatest travesties in American history. It does not, however, have anything to do with future administrations unless it is inhabited by many of the people who fucked things up the first time. Syria is not Iraq. Doctors Without Borders was one of the first organizations to report the use of chemical weapons. A couple of different countries have independently verified that Sarin was used and responsible for the deaths of at least 1400 Syrians (it should also be noted that this was not the first time chemical weapons were used but it was the most lethal).

Who used the chemical weapons? I think this is a legitimate question. Did the rebels or an outside force who wants the Assad regime to fall use them in order to get the U.S. and the international community involved in the fight? Possible. Unlikely but possible. Sarin and other chemical weapons like anthrax have specific chemical signatures. If the Sarin used in Syria would have come from Iran or elsewhere, it would have a different signature makeup. So far, all the evidence is that the chemicals used came from the Syrian stockpile. Is it possible an anti-Assad faction inside the Syrian Army got ahold of some weapons and either used them or gave them to someone who would in order to help facilitate Assad’s fall? Possible. Of course, this would mean that Assad doesn’t have control over his chemical weapons stockpile which might be a greater concern than a single use. This would mean that such weapons could end up in the hands of terrorist groups and dictators whose ideology is both fanatical and self-destructive. Whether or not Assad’s army used chemical weapons or allowed them to be stolen, it is a major problem that needs to be addressed.

Why don’t we let the international community deal with the situation? That would mean the U.N. Certainly that would be preferable but the reality of the situation makes it impossible. The only way for the U.N. to step in and impose sanctions on Assad it would need the approval of the Security Council. Unfortunately, there are five members of that council that has veto power over any resolution-U.S., France, U.K, China, and Russia. In order to impose sanctions on Syria, none of these countries can object. China might be persuaded to back sanctions. Russia will never, repeat NEVER, allow any sanctions against Syria. Syria is the only ally/asset Russia has in the Middle East and they are not going to do anything that would jeopardize this. Syria has the only Russian naval base in the Mediterranean Sea. Syria is a huge arms customer of Russian weapons. I cannot imagine what Assad would have to do for Russia to be willing to give up this asset. This automatically makes any international sanctions and coalition from the U.N. not an option. For everyone putting your eggs in that basket, stop because that basket is as real as the Easter Bunny’s.

That pretty much reduces the options down quite a bit. Doing nothing is an option. I’m not certain what anyone expects to happen other than Assad killing more of his people and millions of more Syrian refugees. That is exactly what will happen if nothing is done. Does that mean we have to do something? No, but it means that if/when this does happen part of the culpability is on our shoulders. If this is what does happen, I am certain ten years from now I’ll be listening to people whine about Obama’s and America’s moral failing in Syria.

But some of the rebels are members of terrorist groups like Al Qaeda. Why would we want to help them? We don’t. We want to help the average Syrian. If doing so also helps groups/people we don’t like, that is an unfortunate consequence but shouldn’t prevent us from doing what is right for the right reasons.

If Assad is overthrown then Syria could fall into a horrible civil war that could kill thousands of more people than if we do nothing. Perhaps. That is always a risk when a dictator is toppled. There really is nothing you can do outside of complete intervention, occupation, and nation-building that will take this possibility off the table. Not certain the alternative-prop up dictators-is a justifiable position, especially long-term.

Obama is asking Congress to get us into another war in the Middle East. This claim really offends the linguist in me. A military strike is not a war. A limited surgical strike is not going to war. To conflate these is done to rile people up because most people don’t want to go to war but it is completely dishonest. The President is not asking Congress to authorize war with Syria. He is asking them to authorize limited military actions in response to Assad using chemical weapons. If you can’t grasp the differences between these, you have no business discussing this issue.

Having a pretty decent knowledge of the area, the histories of the countries and people involved, the verified facts (as of right now) I don’t know what the right action is with regard to Syria. Part of me knows that no matter what we do/don’t do, the Syrian people are screwed. Assad isn’t going to step down and even if he wanted to I don’t think Russia would let him unless they could guarantee a greater or equal ally taking his place. The stronger the opposition becomes the more Assad will feel threatened and will use even harsher means to deal with them. If we don’t do something to help Assad’s fall, the Syrians who have been displaced, who have fled their homes, who have watched their family and loved ones killed will, rightly or wrongly, hold us responsible which just turns another generation of children from a Middle East country against us which will make for larger problems down the road. I know that there are a lot of armchair moralists and foreign policy “experts” who either use the situation for political purposes (I am sure the Syrian people appreciate your superficial interest in their plight in order to score political points or raise money) and/or who simplify the issues into a bumper sticker talking point. I know that we should not allow anyone to use chemical weapons without responding. I know that any response should be very limited but very specific to avoid as much collateral damage as possible. I know the people wanting full engagement are bloodthirsty, dangerous idiots that have no business on any Foreign Policy committee. I know the people screaming “no more war” can’t grasp complexities and are historically naïve. I know that we’ve been on the wrong side of regimes, dictators, and foreign policy for decades and the consequences won’t be undone in an administration or two. I know change has to start before it can ever get better (if you don’t understand the seismic shift in policy by the President putting the decision in the hands of Congress, you are part of the problem). I know that no matter what we do/don’t do, it will be criticized. I know that I wouldn’t want the responsibility of any of this resting on my decision. I know the children of Syria deserve our very best discussions and decisions.

* 2013 Postscript-U.N. Secretary Samantha Powers’ case for action points out some of the issues I’ve addressed, especially securing the chemical weapons stockpiles. We need to impress on Assad either A)He cannot use them; And/or B)He needs to secure them so they don’t get into the wrong hands. The 1400+ deaths are a drop in the bucket compared to what these weapons can do. *2017 Postscript-Since originally posting this article, the U.S. and Russia negotiated removing the bulk of chemical weapons from Syria which was no small feat. Assad is a typical dictator who has no problem killing thousands of his fellow citizens in order to retain power. The recent deaths in Syria due to chemical weapons are certainly horrible, tragic, and unfortunate but they are a drop in the bucket of what would have been taking place the past few years had President Obama and Putin not worked together to get Assad to hand over tons of their chemical weapons supply. Even if Syria handed over every chemical weapon they had stockpiled in 2014, there was nothing preventing them from making more which they certainly did. Since 2013, a few major changes have taken place in Syria. First, Russia became an hands-on actor which was expected. Russia is never, ever going to give up their military port on the Mediterranean Sea without a serious fight. They need Assad or at least someone as loyal to the Kremlin as Assad in charge of Syria. Any U.S. involvement in Syria will be seen and treated as a threat by Russia. Second, I have no theoretical problem with Trump sending missiles into Syria. The problem I have is he has intentionally targeted Syrian refugees as a group he doesn't give a flying fuck about. You can't claim to bomb a country for humanitarian reasons while at the same time deny the people who need the humanitarian aid the most a way to escape the carnage Syria, Russia, and now the U.S. are inflicting on them. Third, because there is no back door path to actually help Syrians who are caught in the middle of Assad, Russia, ISIS, and Syrian rebels, the only conclusion anyone with an iota of sense or honesty could come to is the Tomahawk strike by Trump was nothing more than the typical conservative president dick waving as a show of “strength” and “power.” Ultimately, nothing the U.S. does will make a damn bit of difference in Syria because the internal and external forces involved won't allow them to do anything that could really help. In the meantime, the citizens of Syria will continue to suffer and die because they are caught in the middle of arrogant, power hungry, dick waving actions between Assad, Putin, and now Trump.

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nerdgurl22 · 8 years ago

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Election Night 92′ - Part 13

Only 2 chapters left. :( I hope you like this one.

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Hillary is sitting in warm lavender scented water in this large private bathroom and if she wasn't freaking out by their surroundings she certainly was now.

The bedroom is massive, the private bathroom elegant and the President's private study was something to behold. Hillary didn't want to go exploring the new surroundings without Bill, no she wanted to just soak in the bath and relax her aching legs. She may have drifted off for a few minutes too before for her assistant knocked on the door. "Ma'am we need to start getting your hair done and makeup started. The West Wing called to inform us that the President will be another 20 minutes before he makes his way up to the residence." Hillary smiled at the words, he wasn't refereed to as her husband any longer, in this house he was the President or Mr. President. "Ok I will be right out." She emerged just moments later in a fluffy white bath robe and sat down in a chair while the hair stylist worked on her hair and then the make up specialist worked on her make-up. Bill was going to be changing in another room so as not to see the dress Hillary was wearing. She wanted to surprise him.

"Mr. President, this is not Saddam Hussein posturing. He is going to launch an attack against the Iraqi people soon. Tonight if he can." Chairman of the Joint Chiefs stated. "Will he accept a phone call from me?" Bill said being totally serious. "Sir, I highly doubt it. When he finds out we are spying on him and know of his plans it will only enrage him further." CIA director trying to understand Bill but also wanting Bill to understand. "So you are telling me there is nothing I can do to save these innocent people from a madman who wants to slaughter them for thrills until after he does it because you don't want him knowing we are watching him!" Bill was furious, this was not acceptable by any means to him. He was not willing to sacrifice the lives of hundreds of innocent people because these guys didn't want him to call the Iraqi President.

Bill with his right hand stretched across his forehead rubbing his temples, looks at Al. "Al, what if we call him together." Al a little confused. "Sir?" "What if you and I call him together accepting his congratulations message for our Inauguration and we someone go a round about way of getting him to hold off on this attack that will give the Generals more time to come up with a plan to prevent this genocide he has planned. I know it sounds crazy but I can't sit here and do nothing when I know what he is planning to do. This might just buy us some time." Al looking at Bill trying to process the plan and nodding a bit then the Chairman breaks the silence. "It is worth a try sir. I agree with you at least we will have tried." Bill smiles and nods at his Chairman. "Get the Iraqi President on the phone gentleman." Bill gives the order and so it begins.

"Ma'am if you don't mind can I ask you a somewhat personal question?" Her very young adorable hair stylist asked. "You can ask Debbie, I can't promise I'll answer." Hillary laughed. "When you found out your were pregnant after the President won the election... you kinda had to have been slightly freaking out right?" Hillary let out her big laugh. "Honestly, I was a bit. But we both wanted another child so badly that that freak out went away and we were just so blessed to have this healthy miracle to get ready for." Hillary said with her eyes almost tearing and placing her hand on her stomach. "I think it is so cool, the First Lady having a baby at the White House... it's romantic and hope for our country." Linda the make up artist chimed in. "We are so happy for both you and the President, you are going to change the world." Linda continued. "Thank you Linda, we are going to do our very best to make sure we make this country better for all." Hillary responded and she was really enjoying talking to these two young ladies, filled with hope of the promise of a new beginning.

"Mr. President, we have President Hussein on the line for you." A young Army captain came in and announced. "Thank you son." Bill and Al took a deep breath and put the phone on speaker. Bill: "Mr. President, it is wonderful to be able to speak to you this evening. I am here with the Vice President." Saddam: "Hello Mr. President and Mr. Vice President it is an honor to speak to you both, we here in Iraq were excitied to see your Inauguration today." Al: "Thank you sir, it was quite an amazing and awe inspiring day for myself and the President." Saddam: "Indeed, we could see it and Mr. President your wife looked radiant today. When is she due again?" Bill: "Thank you Mr. President, she is due end of June and we are really looking forward to meeting our son." Saddam: "I can understand the excitiment, I have 2 sons myself and I was very proud at the day they both came." Al: "I have one son myself sir, we almost lost him a few years ago in a car accident. But he is stronger now than ever." Saddam: "Sorry to hear of the terrible accident but praise Allah he is now safe." Al: "Yes indeed." Bill: "Saddam, I have a request I would like to ask of you for today." Saddam: "What can I do to be of assistance to you Mr. President."

(The Generals, Intelligence Officials and Al looked at Bill with a slight bit of worry. They just hoped that Saddam went for it and if not the balls tonight might be cut short.)

Bill: "I have been calling many world leaders and asking them to just try and make sure that everything in their countries tries to remain peaceful and calm just for tonight at least. We want the American people to really be able to finish the days celebrations with these balls and feel a true sense of new journey tonight. I have 11 to go to (Bill laughs to try and break the tension that may have formed.) I never should have let the First Lady talk me into to having all these balls, tuxedos are only so comfortable for so long."

(There was a slight bit of silence.)

Saddam: "Mr. Vice President do you also have to wear tuxedo?" Al: "Yes indeed, the cummerbund is a real bitch."

(Again small bit of silence.)

Saddam: "Ha...Ha... Ha... Ha... (He was laughing very deep and sincerely) Of course Mr. President and Mr. Vice President, I will make sure everything in my country stays peaceful this evening. It is a joyous time for the people of your country with your administration coming in. We look very much forward to working with you both to maybe begin to bring our two nations together in peace."

(Almost everyone in the room let out a silent breath.)

Bill: "I look forward to that Mr. President." Al: "Absolutley sir." Bill: "Mr. President thank you again for your understanding and help with this matter. Al and I have to now go change into our tuxes and hope that our wives are dressed and ready." Saddam: "Gentlemen don't forget your cummerbunds." (Al, Bill and Saddam all laughed and then they ended the call.)

"Just between us fellas." Bill said before walking out of the Situation Room. "I wasn't entirely sure that would work... Mr. Chairman?" Bill looking commanding. "Sir?" "You have 12 hours to come up with a plan to save those civilians." Bill put his right hand in his pants pocket before he turned to leave the room. "Understood sir." And with that Bill and Al left the Situation Room.

"Mr. President I'll see you shortly." Al shook Bills hand. "Yes indeed Mr. Vice President." And Bill turned to walk up the stairs to head through the West Wing to make his way over to the residence.

Bill enters the room where his tux is and he begins to change but his mind is wandering back to the information that his security team just told him about. His first day and he will have to come up with a way to save innocent civilians from the madman that is Saddam Hussein. When they were talking on the phone it didn't seem like the Iraqi president was like how he has been portrayed, but Bill has seen the intelligence and proof of what this ruthless dictator has done... to his own people. That was the part that stuck in Bill's head, his own people, he murders his own people just to prove a point of his dominance. The reality of being the Commander in Chief had just punch him right in the gut, and now he has to dress up and twirl his wife around at 11 balls but all he can think about are those innocent people that need to be protected.

Of course he understands this is all part of the job, parties, smiles, waving and in the shadow the potential of a crisis. 2 knocks on his door break him out of his thoughts. "Mr. President, the First Lady is almost ready sir." He finishes tying his shoe. "Thank you, I'll be right out." He stands up and grabs his coat opens the door and a few staffs members are there.

Hillary emerges from the bedroom in a violet beaded lace sheath gown with iridescent blue velvet silk mousseline overskirt she also wore beaded shoes by Bruno Magli and carried a purse designed by Judith Leiber. Hair wrapped back into a braided U shaped tight bun and her bangs perfectly done up on the right side and make up perfect. When she walked down the hallway to meet Bill she didn't see him at first. Bill was hunched over speaking to Mack his Chief of Staff and she stood there looking at him in his tux and he turned his head to the right to catch a slight glimpse of her violet silhouette. He stands up tall and turns to her he is besotted beyond all measure, she is the most beautiful thing he knows he has ever seen. Eyes sparkling as he walks toward her, she is blushing. "Mr. President you look very smart and handsome." He is walking toward her, he can't take his eyes off of her, was it the dress, was it the make up, was it her pregnancy glow? He wasn't sure but he couldn't speak all he could do was look deep into her eyes and walk to be directly in front of her.

She looked at his chest to see if his breathing was as heavy as hers and it was, he takes his left thumb and pointer finger and places it on her chin and gently tilts her head up to look at him. She blinks a few times overwhelmed, she feels like she's being picked up by her prom date, she stares into Bill's eyes. "Mr. President your bow tie is crooked." Bill says nothing and he leans down to take her soft lips upon his, there have been 2 other times that Hillary Rodham Clinton had rendered him speechless. The Yale Law library in 1971 but she wasn't a Clinton yet but he knew after that encounter that she would be soon and the second time was in that little house in Fayetteville on October 11th when he saw her in her wedding dress. After their lips part he whispers to her. "You looking stunning my love, absolutely stunning." She just smiles and straightens his tie.

The relaxing bath that Hillary was able to have just before getting ready for the balls really paid off, she was able to go to every ball and she felt no discomfort at all. At the 11th and final ball she hadn't gotten tired of being wrapped into his arms for the 'First Dance', Bill was very tired after playing the saxophone at about 4 of the balls and the speeches at each one and then the dancing. She could tell because his grip on her hand was less and he was beginning to slur in exhaustion, just before they went on stage for the last ball she whispered in his ear. "Honey this is the last one and then we can go back to the White House and pass out. Make it great." Bill just smiles at her as they head up the steps to greet the excited people in the ballroom.

Back at the White House they make their way up to the private residence and to their bedroom, just to tired to really explore their new home. There would be plenty of time to do that later today after they sleep. Right now it is 3am and they are ready to drop. Bill hadn't seen what the private bedroom looked like so when he first walked into the room he was taken aback. Hillary just giggled at him and then turned to the secret service agent that is too stand guard outside their bedroom door. This was not something that Hillary was all too thrilled about, she was grateful for their protection but now they were in their private bedroom and she wasn't to keen having someone outside the door being able to hear what might be going on inside. "Carl, do you really have to stand guard outside the bedroom door?" The agent looked at Hillary confused. "Yes ma'am I do, what if the President has a heart attack in the middle of the night. I need to be ready for anything." Hillary just shook her head. "He is 46 years old, he isn't going to have a heart attack he is great shape." Carl didn't know what do say. "Ma'am..." "Carl could you just maybe head to the end of the hallway instead?" He had thought about it for a minute and realized it wouldn't be too much for him to move to the end of the hallway.

"Of course ma'am I can station myself at the end of the hallway." Hillary smiled and placed her hand on his arm. "Thank you so much Carl I really appreciate you understanding." Carl just nodded and made his way down the hallway.

Hillary shut the door proud of herself, Bill was in the bathroom getting changed. When he emerged he noticed Hillary slipping her shoes off and he was just staring at her back and that little opening on the top of her back. He came up behind her and kissed the back of her neck and Hillary softly moaned. Bill's kisses were soft and gently she still smelled like vanilla with a hint of lavender and he couldn't stop himself. Yes he was exhausted and ready to drop but he couldn't let this chance slip away. His hands softly touched her arms still confined inside the beaded dress, rubbing his hands up and down hers before he moved to her shoulders and she could feel were chills. He slowly moved to the clasp at the top and unhooked it slowly and as he did he began to trail kisses down her spine. Hillary kept her eyes closed and her breath was getting quicker and her heart was thumping so loud. "Hillary, you are so beautiful." His words sang across the room like a beautiful symphony and she clenched every word as he slowly released the zipper of her dress and it slid all the way down to her lower back, and Bill kissed all the way down. He then gently moved his long soft fingers up her back and slipped his hands under the material covering her shoulders removing the fabric down to just the top of her breasts.

Kissing her shoulders Hillary began to pull the arm out of the material where he wasn't kissing, and then the other and now her bare arms were free. He pulled the bodice over her growing stomach and his hands rested there for a moment, he was waiting for his son to kick but since he didn't feel anything he knew he was soundly asleep. Bill kissed her collar bone up her neck and along her jaw line that was amplified tonight by her hair being up and the makeup that he couldn't stop staring at it or her for that matter, he now was at her ear and he whispered. "I need you Hillary. I need you like I need oxygen." She could feel the blush move from her chest up into her face, no matter how many times he says those words to her she never gets over it and it makes her lose control. Only he can do this too her, just like the very first time they ever made love. She wasn't nervous or scared like some tend to be, she just knew he would be sweet and gentle and she relaxed into his arms.

Just like 22 years ago she was doing that now, trusting that he would be tender, sweet and gentle and she always knew he would be. Bill moved his hands to her now perked up pink nipples only gently rubbing them with the pads of his large gentle hands that she was crazy about. This actions almost caused her knees to buckle and then her hips to sway and she pushed her ass up against his pelvis and at that point it was harder for Bill to take his time and make this slow erotic dance continue at this pace. "Mmm... baby if you keep moving like that this is going to end sooner than we both want." When Bill and Hillary are alone in these moments no one in the world knows just how wild she can be and is, they just think she is this cold and reserved woman but she is anything but and the fact that Bill is the only person on the planet that gets to see it... He realizes just how lucky he is.

He takes Hillary's hand and walks over to the bed he sits down on the edge and helps her out of the rest of the gown and she is now standing before him in just her indigo lace panties. No matter how many times he gets to see her like this he is always awe struck by how breathless she is. She is his goddess and he cannot get enough of her. She reaches down and pulls his tee shirt over his head, if there is one thing she loves almost as much as her husband's hands it would be his bare chest, there have been times it has even made her animalistic. Bill then reaches to her hips and gently slides down her lace panties and as he does he kisses her hips as she places her hand on his shoulder to slide out of them.

She places her hands on his shoulders while he has his hands rubbing her hips and she is moving them slightly and without thinking she moves her hands to his chest and pushes him back onto the bed so he is laying looking up at her. He grins as she climbs her way on top of him, as she does she starts to kiss at his belly button and travels up to his lips. Bill is struggling against his pajama bottoms, he knows he will not last long with her doing this and as she moves herself upward she rubs against him and he moans. Hillary smiles and looks at him. "My, my Mr. President you seem a bit tense." She now wiggles on his rock hardness and he growls almost like a lion, his head was tilted back and then he pulls it forward and looks at her with pure lust in his eyes. Truth be told she loves when he looks at her like this. "Mrs. Clinton that is not very nice to do to your struggling husband here."

She runs her finger nails up the insides of his arms as they are above his head and holds her face over his. "I know... but it's so so so much fun." He clenches his jaw and resists the urge to lift his head slightly to kiss her. She rests her forehead on his and looks in his eyes. "Do you need help honey? Do you need to be unleashed?" Bill cannot talk his breath is so rapid now, heart is beating faster than it may have ever beat he looks deep in her eyes and he just nods in the affirmative. Hillary reaches back and slides her hand into his waist band and slowly slides his pants down and as soon as his hardness is released he squints and lets out a pleasurable sigh.

She leans back down to his face and kisses his chin then places her finger on his lips, she slides back a bit and her ass is rubbing up directly on him and he is trying so hard to steady himself but then Hillary makes it even more difficult. "Oh, Mr. President you certainly do have big assets." Bill can't take it any longer he needs to be inside her, so he grabs her hips and lifts her up and places his hardness at her extremely wet opening and slowly lowers her down.

Hillary tilts her head back when he is all the way inside and he takes his hand and slides it up in between her now growing breasts up her breast bone then her throat to the right of her neck and places his thump on her lips while his hand is stretched out. "Baby girl, look in my eyes." He breathlessly pleads to her, he leaves his left hand on her hip and then Hillary lowers her gaze to his eyes. "Ride me slowly, don't think about anything just look in my eyes baby." She does as he requested and they never break eye contact, slowly moving her hips like a rhythmic ocean... back and forth... she wanted to go faster and Bill sensed it in her. "No, nice and slow, feel me inside you. There is no rush."

God his words went through her like a reverb of stereo sound, when he felt her rhythm again he took his right hand and his left and wrapped it around to grab her supple creamy ass. His goal was to hold her position in place and then lightly thrust himself in and out at the same pace she was riding the ocean waves. This only caused her to tighten around him, he knew she was so very close as was he but he was trying with all his might to wait until she was there on the edge of pleasure. Her moans were enough to break anyone, so seductive, so passionate, and only he would every be the one allowed to hear them.

She bucked a slight bit and grew tighter around him and he knew she was right there. "Yes, yes baby girl, go ahead and release yourself." That was it, the last thing her salutary deep southern sexy accented husband had to say. "Oh, oh, oh, Bill... Bill..." He took his hands off her ass and wrapped his into her hands and let her ride the rest of this wave out holding his hands, she then looked down at him to make sure he was looking at her. Truth is how could he not this was so sexy. "Mmmm, yes Hillary... don't stop it baby let the waves keep coming."

He lost count after her 3rd but once he finally allowed the wave to over take him he was panting out of breath and his head was spinning. He lifted his legs up to bend at the knees so Hillary could lay back on them while she came down from the high she was experiencing, her chest was rapidly falling up and down almost like she might be hyperventilating. Bill propped himself up and placed his hand on her beating heart. "Easy baby, easy, deep breath in and then out... that's it deep breath in and out." He stayed like that for a few moments to make sure Hillary calmed her breaths. He put his hand on the mid of her back and then he slowly moved her down on the bed and slowly and gently pulled himself out of her. "Let me get you a glass of water sweetheart."

He rolled out of bed and walked naked into the bathroom the cold tiles on his feet actually felt good because his whole body was on fire after that. He came back into the room with the glass of water. "Here baby, sit up a bit and drink this." He was so gently with her before and during but after their love making sessions he was always so caring, he always took care of his queen after.

He climbed back into the bed next to her his right hand on his abdomen and his left hand across his forehead. "So Mrs. Clinton?" He turned his head to look at her, and she was looking down at him. "Yes." Eyelashes batting with the mascara starting to dry a bit. "So, what's it like to make love to the President of the United States?" Hillary giggled and leaned down to his lips. "It's poetic." She kissed him and he then opened his mouth to allow her to join in a dance with their tongues. Breaking apart finally, she places the glass of water on the night table and wiggles down so her head can rest on his chest and she can hear the sound of his heart beating. She thinks to herself 'Told you he wouldn't have a heart attack Carl.' Next minute she is fast asleep and Bill pulls the covers over them and he drifted away now overcome with the exhaustion.

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I absolutely loved writing this chapter, it was hard to write the love scenes between them early on in the story because I was still very nervous writing them. I have so much respect for Bill and Hillary so to write love making scenes to me felt awkward. I wanted to write the scenes without them being too smut (not that writing scenes like that is bad.) I felt like I could write those scenes and show how gently Bill is with her and how she relaxes herself to his touch and make you the reader feel that you were actually there in that angelic moment with them.

I will post Part 14 either tonight or tomorrow. Again thank you all for reading the story so far.

#billary fanfiction #team billary #billary #hillary clinton #bill clinton #imwithher #imstillwithher #notorious hrc #hillary 2020 #love trumps hate #evergreen #she got more votes #billary clinton

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whimsically-ominously-auspice · 5 years ago

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Jack: everyone on the internet calls it a miracle that,we're alive

Me: really?

Jack: babe. Remember how I said earlier that sometimes you just look really stupid?

Me: it didn't seem like a miracle to me...

FBI: Well you should ask one of the cops then. Cause I ain't ever seen anyone deader or a room more filled with natural gas to the point where ee could not see for over two hours. We had to feel along the walls with a hope and a prayer we were doing it right to get them off the wall, using night vision goggles on our gas masks.

Me: well I don't have access to the tv channels... That's how I do it every day... Blind..

FBI: what did you do that day any way besides listen to their hearts to see if they would live?

Me: that was all... Well i burped at one of them... Sometimes they don't like to just be living they like something funny. I only did 2 tho... Brian was already awoke.

FBI: yeah he did that on his own. But Sabrina they didn't need any medical treatment. They just came back to life but how?

Me: some dead hang around their body until it's safer to get back in. Some that have had training.

Jack: IDK what I did baby but I was just there

Me: you remember where you were before?

Jack: the wall. Then just watching you but out of body like I sometimes do when I'm sleep but that was all. I seen you go to the store and I tried handing you your purse but you didn't seem to notice

Me: well I didn't know you were dead in the car

Jack: well you didn't even say thank you but you seemed to notice i was there when you got down. You said "well that was weird but not so much. It will be better when you get done being an ass hole and actually get the nerve to come see me. But let's go jn the store." I think. Did you?

Me: probably when I shut the door. I say it so much.. I don't really notice.

FBI: So what about the other 4?

Dinah Julie. My dead mom: i did. This momma. I said "well let's get back in now. Your girls are waiting." She knows how i do it. just gently glide over and shove them in at the light of speed.

My dad: so you just shove them in huh?

My mom: well they don't go. She just listens to their hearts. Oddly they took D down first and she just happened to go down and she knew he was on the floor and that was that.

Me: its weird that i didn't know it was him.

My mom: well shit you should had you seen his whole torso and all

Me: i just wasn't expecting him. I think i would wanted to know why he was there and

My mom: wanted to control

Me: cause a scene more... Get in the way. I Just shut up and work around things that I dont realize... That aren't that important... At that moment... Like i would had mommed out and been all why the Hell did this happen this way and WTF. Not control but know and then people will have to stop and deal with my drama and it causes more of a mess.. Because had i realized i would been upset. I knew there was a certain set of people up to 6... But the extra 2 i was not aware of

Jack: so excuse me ma'am

Me: i was mad at yoh.

Jack: haha.

Me: apparently for getting kidnapped!.

FBI: i don't wanna laugh but..

Me: but so the fact that there was more people didn't really matter because they were being taken care of.

Mom: well you didn't even take care of any of the Germans! It was the old guy you burped at!

Me: the people I'm closest to. I know them and i know their soulmates. And i can't watch their soulmates suffer any more because I've watched it a lot and iy hurts me a lot to see it. Not that the other people aren't important or significant but those two impact my life greatly and most often.

Jack: every single time i get kidnapped all you do is get pissed off at me. Time before last you fucking yelled at me "fuck you and your fucking Dali lllama that you rode in on!!" And you were so fucking pissed and your eyes were red, your brown part. And I was all... "Fuck idc what you say. I'm gonna live" and I felt really stupid because I was sure i was gonna die... Because I was shot in my lung and i thought it got ky heart. And you said that. Fuck you and your fucking Dali Llama you rode in on. I never heard that shit in my life. And i just saw a llama all clean and fresh snd i knew i was dead and you said "the whole fucking world seen that! Shut the fuck up! Go to sleep you're on my fucking nerve" next thing i knew I was in an American Chopper... And i said "thank you" and you said "yeah fuck off" and i said "fuck you bitch!!" And i started to cry and you smiled this slick sick smile all sly... Tilting your head so no one around could see it. And i knew. You said "you're welcome" and i started laughing and i said "i hate this bitch. I'm gonna fuck her hard" then about 6 weeks later after i got out of the hospital in Germany I was at Circle K in Belen and I was just got into town the day before and i smelled this girl in line and i was explaining to you "babe this girl ... I haven't smelled you in so long but she smells just like you where did you say you were?" And this girl did like you and reached back and scratched her head and when all uggghbbhh and i thought no way is that you. So i said it again and you flashed your left arm up your back to scratch it. And you said "oh my fucking God I'm going to kill something" and the cashier said "bad day?" And you said "no. Some stinky boy who is about to --" and i had grabbed your hand you had behind Your back and you didn't move or try to kill me or scream or even pull away. And so i stuck my head up next to you and said "she means me"

Me: and you smelt fucking good although your little beard was ragged... And i was all Fuck this goddamed ass hole sniffing chicks and shit like he's a school boy in love so I kissed your fucking face. But i didn't know it was you.

My mom: his point is that she actually saved his life then, too. I gave her his coordinates and she emailed every person she could think of and even posted it public so someone could find him ASAP. And they found him within 15 minutes. Not next to alive. But completely dead. And i told her. "Uh Your soulmate is dead you know" and she said "oh" "reached over metaphysically and shook his foot and said "dead people don't have sex, don't you know?!" And the first thing to come to life was his dick! I swear to you! I even asked him "did you miss your legs jumping into your feet and put both feet into your penis?" And he's still got no blood pumping in his other head and he says "i think she'll like" sick little bastards. Ive seen her walk into a McDonald's and find a shot gun victim shot in the chest and lean down and whisper "hey im gonna get some food. I think they got hot fries" and shoowm they come right back to life! Talk about enticing a fellow! She does that a lot. Just give Some one the thought they left off on is the best way she always says but if you can't figure that out, bribe.

Me: McDonald's is always easy. Food. If that don't work. Shopping. Sometimes its back to work or home but that yoh can usually tell. Most the time in reality it's the hospital... But I remember that one dude. He was all bleeding and all sat down and ate some food he had ordered. A quarter pounder big Mac they had them back then and some fresh medium fries. And a large soft drink. Coke with a small ice. He wanted the ice for a small cup not the large. He had just got off work. See he just got up off the floor all "where my food. Get. Out the way miss" and sat down and ate. Man he needed a transfusion... I wasn't sure what all went down. I just sat down near him whistling and all.. And he wolfed his food down and he said "man i don't feel so good" and fainted. Man i felt bad. He fell in slow motion just halfway... I went to help him sit up and slipped on this puddle of blood... He must had bled out half his blood. Most of the time i didn't go to the hospital with them. But him i did. He died. A lot. He didn't have enough blood. So i stopped the dude cause he kept zapping him. I said "you can't do enough electricity if he don't have enough of the joints -- the jolts are too much you're gonna fry his self and he already ate those fresh. He ain't got no juice in his wires.... I see you're not an electrician.he ain't got no blood!!! See You're gonna need 3 bags of saline for there to be enough liquid in his veins for his heart to even pump. Hes empty. How you gonna run a car without no gas?!" Finally the EMT eyes lit up said "you meant zapping him won't do no good. You called me froggy and i been lost since then Cause you know that ain't my name" "its because your voice. Like you got a frog in your throat. Well juice him up, Vince!" "Man you act like you aint from the Bronx, i swear. You didn't think you would get shot in there?" "You can't shoot an angel my buddy" "well what did he do that was so wrong then?" "That's not what I meant" "but you did get shot and it bounced off" "oh that's just my mom. She's my bullet proof vest"

Jack: how come I didn't get your mom?

My mom: cause you got your own and she saved your. Cranium! That's why you got shot in the lung. But tree said not to save you from it and we got upset! Until you got a boner and we thought it was funny

Jack: you know how i got kidnapped and shot?

Me: checking on a "homeless shelter" and they thought you were an actual kidnapper and they kidnapped you and held you hostage until your time was up and no one saved you so they killed you?

Jack: what the fuck babe

Me: i told you I'd kill your dam horse, too. Did you know that's what happened?

Jack: not until this fucking second "DAD"

Me: I told you all that shit about what he did in Iraq with that barbaric guy. And how he was in on 911 And how he used drones to shoot Iraqis for no fucking reason. I wrote it. I told everyone.

My mom: that's not Jack's fault so why.

Me: he was supposed to know. I wasn't supposed to leave him at Circle k. But who else was there? Alex Laughlin And I couldn't stand the sight of him. I got sick and i had to leave

Jack: well you told me to get the fuck out the car

Me: because I thought you were him! And you got out and every one went over and including Matt Hagan and i was all fuck this shit. I'm not doing this, I'll get myself killed.

Jack: well thanks a lot "dad" for getting me fucking killed and pretending to care

Me: i fucking told you. I hated you Jesse and I meant it. You fuck with me one more fucking time you're gonna eat fucking dirt. Do you understand?

Jesse: no

FBI: Sabrina so you're telling me that Jesse You're always emailing is a terrorist?

Me: yeah why didn't you know that?

FBI: because hes a dam liar. Mother fuckers of God. He calls them homeless shelters. That you run. But you don't do that shit you build them their own houses

Me: exactly. I don't fuck with home less people. They dont want homes. I bought some and then the homeless rented out the houses and moved back oj the streets. They explained to me they prefer to live outside. So i don't fuck with homeless. Take them food. Make sure they got umbrella and plastic sheeting for rain storms and blankets and so on and feed them but don't touch them. Leave them where they be. I teach my daughter that "they are homeless because they want to be" granted that isn't all. Some have other circumstances. But I dont fuck with homeless. They live under the stars. No rules, the truest most free people in the world. I dont fuck with them and it PISSES ME OFF YOUD USE MY NAME on a HOMELESS SHELTER, how fucking dare you. When its KIDNAPPING.

Jesse: well what do you want me to do? I'm here to please you!

Me: choke to death and die. Choke on your lies. And die. What the fuck do yiu think.j

Jesse: no

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