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amnachil · 5 years ago

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The College Society Chapter 2 Part 6

I hope you’ll like it ! Two part left for chapter 2 !

Liam holidays from Thursday December 20 to Sunday January 6

Rachel Strucker picked Liam up on Wednesday evening and they went back home in three hours. They passed thursday together. To be honest, he stayed shut off in their house the whole time. He had a bad reputation in the town, since 12th grade. He feared to meet some old classmate... The only one who paid him a visit was Raphaël, his childhood friend. On Friday, they eventually went to the court. Liam got an hard time to wake up this particular morning. (More than usual, yes it's possible). When he saw his father Isaac, he felt the anger seize him. I need to keep cool. Mom tell me to be as calm as possible. Thankfully, his sister Chloe was here too and she calmed him. She had her own testimony to do, and by her expression, he knew she wasn't happy about it.

"The judge want to hear your daughter first." explained Isaac's lawyer, a man called Mr. Meyers. "Then your son."

And so the chestnut lad had to wait. He sat alone in the hallway and stared at the trash can in front of him. I wonder how it would look with somes kicks... Wait, what's wrong with me ? Eventually, Chloe came out and he went in.

The judge smiled cheerfully. She was apparently the only one glad to be there.

"Liam I presume ? Have a sit please. Both lawyers will ask you some questions, and you have to answer with honesty, is that ok for you ?"

He nodded. (He felt a bit disappointed, he wanted to swear on the bible like in TV series). (And could he play with the gavel ?). At first, Rachel's lawyer asked him several question about his childhood. He described the life with his mother, and emphazised that she was always there for him. Then, Mr. Meyers started his own questioning.

"Tell me young man, is that true you were at the hospital only two days ago ?"

Why is he asking this ? It's Isaac's fault.

"Yes I was." he answered conscientiously.

"Can you tell us what happened ?"

"I did a panic attack and some hypoglicemia. But it was because my dad..."

"A panic attack." cuted Mr. Meyers. "Isn't it the same thing you did when your ex-boyfriend almost died ?"

Liam shuddered. Don't talk about this. He tried to say something, but the lawyer continued :

"Tell me if I'm wrong but you did many others panic attack when his family sued you ? Often with urges of violence right ?"

The boy saw red. He didn't want to hear it. Please, shut up. Please.

"It's a dismissed case !" stepped in his mother. "He didn't do anything wrong !"

"But it's relevant." insisted Mr. Meyers. "I mean according to the psychiatrist he saw back then, Liam had been suffering from several panic attacks and he had anger issues. He might even still be violent as far as I know ! And eveything happened while he were under your custody Mrs. Strucker !"

"Because Isaac left me alone !"

"Is it your excuse for everything Ma'am ? Your son almost killed someone else, and it's on you. We can't let his siblings turn the same, can we ?"

Liam tried his best. He wanted to stay calm, as his mother asked him to. But memories were haunting him. He heard screams, rain and thunder. He thought about aliens, mutants, ogre. Things were passing before his eyes. Suddenly he stood up, half crying, half enraged.

"Shut up !" he yelled. "Let me alone !"

A deep silent followed. They all looked at him with chock. I screwed up. Liam, why are you such a pathetic and idiotic piece of shit ? He sat back, holding his tears. He just ruined his mother's chances.

"This is speaking for itself." concluded Mr. Meyers. "Your honor, it's your call now."

One week per year. It's all she got. And Isaac sued her for incompetence. He asked money. They were going to court in january again. And the judge advised the young lad to see a psychologist. Honestly, Liam couldn't even say it was the worst day of his life. He had known worst. He had felt even more miserable. But he never hated himself this much. These holidays started to look like the highway to hell.

At start, he expected to spend christmas with his mother. But this one asked him some space, because she needed to think. And another person who's blaming me... And she has all the right to. Eventually, he crashed Nate's home. His bestfriend welcomed him just before the Christmas Eve dinner.

"Dude, you know I'll always be there or you." he assured when they entered his room.

"Thank you. Maybe you're the only one who cares now."

"That's not true." lectured his bestfriend. "Your mother loves you. Your siblings love you too. Don't say thing like that. And now come, my parents are waiting us for the dinner."

Almost one entire week went just like this. Nate did his best to cheer him up, but Liam was extremely depressed. New Year was coming, and he still felt as crappy as before. Eventually, the New's Year Eve party Nate was supposed to attend came.

"Dude, I decided you will come with me." he stated. "Leave this couch and get ready."

"Is it necessary ?"

Liam didn't want to make a party. He was fine in his bed, warn and comfy. Nobody bothered him for an entire week, it was like a miracle, wasn't it ? But Nate dragged him out of bed.

"Yeah, it's really important. You can't stay hidden under this blanket forever."

Eventually, the chestnut lad stood up and yawned. (Why can't he exactly ? This blanket had everything he ever asked for).

"I know you don't want to do anything for now, but you need to realise there ain't only bad things in the world." stated Nate. "And first, be lucky to have such a good metabolism."

"What do you mean ?"

"You're so ripped even if you did nothing for the last two week. Okay, you lost your abs, but you're still so muscled."

"Thanks I guess ?"

Nate was short and rather tubby at the moment. Even before he had started college, he had had some vacations gains, but after four months of parties... Well, he had quite the beerbelly now. Nothing too fat, just a round, soft tummy. Besisdes, he had always liked stuff himself freely, without a thought for the consequences. I think he's the lucky one to be so little self-conscious.

"Liam, are you gonna stare at me like this forever ?"

"Sorry, I just get out of touch."

"No problem, I'm used to it. Get dressed now, we have to go."

The party took place near to Nate's college. They drove for two hours to get there, but the short boy assured it would be nice. Honestly, during the trip, Liam started to feel better. After one entire week cloistered in a little room, everything seemed brighter. The clouds looked like living things. The snow was so yummy (yeah, he tasted the snow, just don't ask). And Nate good mood made him happy. They arrived in the evening, and went inside. There was already a lot of people, mainly dancing. Some were drinking. I'm not a big fan of party but... Liam had fun. Thanks to his bestfriend, he had way more fun than he had thought. They won some game of beerbong. They stuffed themselves greedily. The chestnut lad forgot about his family's problem for once.

Around 2am, they started to slow down. They talked a bit, cosily ensconsed in a corner of the hall. Liam was rubbing his belly with diligence. It had been a long time since the last time I overdid it like this. The feeling of fullness was satisfying. Next to him, Nate's belly had significantly rounded up, bloated with all those beer he had chugged and food he had consumed. They were both positively stuffed.

"Oh dude." sighed the short one. "Dare tell me it wasn't... burp... fun."

"It was. Thanks you."

Nate belched again, a bit louder.

"I though I would meet Gwendoline ?" asked Liam. "She isn't here ?"

"She's. Over there I think." replied Nate. "But it appeared... burp... she didn't like me being... what did she said ? Ah yeah, a fatty. So I told her we were stopping, even the sex. I'm not complaining tho. She can't accept my body, she can't be with me."

"Well said bro."

They remained silent for a bit. Liam had always admired his friend's confidence. Short, chubby, whatever he could be, he always liked himself. I can't say the same.

"What about ya ?" asked suddenly Nate. "I think Damian is hitting on you. He seems nice."

"He's. But I think he just wants to be my friend you know ?"

"Why would he ? I mean, why would he decide to be friend with a perfect stranger, just like that ?"

"Because he's nice ?"

Liam really thought that way. Dami wasn't making a move or anything. Friend, we're friend.

"You're a lost cause." mumbled Nate.

After the party, Liam started to be his old self again. (Yes, the Liam dreamy and simple-minded). During the end of the holidays, he often had his head in the clouds, thinking about his own world. Gwendoline wasn't a fairy, as Nate and him discovered, but a young witch. As for Theo, he still needed a solution before he decided to eat Nick. About him, the two bestfriend had a long conversation. Liam learnt his roommate had a scolarship because he was a genius back in highschool, who finished the 12th grade's syllabus two month before the end of the year. It explained some mysteries. Anyway, the chestnut lad visited his siblings two day before the beginning of the exams. Then he realised he had exams. So he went back to the campus as fast as possible, and asked Nick to save his ass.

Rebecca holidays from Thursday December 20 to Sunday January 6

Two hours. His parents shouted for two hours. Needless to say, Bob was enjoying this. It was his idea after all. Rebecca stayed quiet. She lowered her eyes and waited the end. Finally, they decided several change she disliked. First of all, his father would come monthly at the university to keep a close eye on her. Like if I needed this. Secondly, she had to bring them back good grades for the january's exams, or she would be grounded. I'm 19, and they think they can punish me. Where is the logic ? Lastly, Bob had now the right to control her phone and her computer. Anything he would evaluate distracting would be removed. What the actual fuck ? This idea is the worst they ever had. Honestly, Rebecca wanted to contest, but she hadn't the guts. She knew it would lead to some reals problems soon, but... I'll negociate with Bob once we'll be back at the university. For now, let's fake to agree.

Christmas came and went. She met her family's relative with mixed feelings. She hadn't much close cousins to speak to. And she wasn't celebrating with feast or anything else. It was very simple. She never stopped to train. Bob was watching her every day. Eventually, one day, after an especially hard race, he said :

"Good time girl. You're back in action. I'm glad Emilio warned me about this Nick."

"Wait. What ?"

"Your boyfriend told me the boy was disturbing you. I wrote him a letter to tell him to back off. He must have received it by now."

You must be kidding me ? Fuck it. This asshole.

"You can relax Rebbie." assured Bob. "If this young man continue to bother you, I'm going to have a little chat with him."

"It won't be necessary." she quickly replied.

"Oh girl you're too nice. That's why people are mean with you. This guy is a bad influence we need to get rid of."

Oh yes, I'm really naive. But not about Nick. It was true, she had noticed the geek's figure getting chubbier. She knew he was hiding a little belly under his loose jacket. And yes, he was consuming junkfood, drinking beer and playing videogames. But she never felt influenced by him. I've been influenced by this fucking hunter Emilio. God I hate him. But she couldn't speak about this with Bob. His trainer wouldn't understand. He would blame her. So she remained quiet, and hoped Nick wouldn't be too mad about the letter...

December was finally over. She celebrated the New Year's Eve with her family. She hadn't many friends from highschool, and she didn't want to go back to the university. For all that, on the first day of january, she met an old classmate while she was doing the groceries. The girl, Ollie, greeted her cheerfully, and they talked about their own respective college.

"I'm also surprised by the freedom of the people." said this one during the conversation. "I mean, I can literally have sex with everyone, and just leave them the next day. In highschool, people called me slut when I did that."

Yeah, that kinda was your reputation. Ollie was well-known to be open-minded. And thigh-opened too. Nonetheless, even if Rebecca didn't like the principle, she was interested. Accroding to her research, Ollie was a hunter.

"Ain't people hating you afterwards ?" she asked.

"Sometimes, but when there are three thousands dudes in the campus, it's not really a problem. And they know what they signed for."

"And if a guy become overly attached ? I mean emotionally attached to you ?"

"It doesn't matter." assured Ollie. "I'm kind of... a collector anyway. I date at least three men in the same time, so I'm sure to have one everynight."

Holy shit. That's why I call a whore. But if a girl like Ollie was able to do it, Rebecca could have sex with one guy, one time, couldn't she ? Now that I think about it, it's impressive she managed to go to community college. Anyway, their little talk caused the young woman to make a choice. She would tell to Matthew she was ready. And she would get rid of Emilio.

To be continued

No Damian’s POV today, but don’t worry, he’ll come first next week ! We have to see what he has done during his holidays :)

Our poor Liam, things are getting worst each week... But at least there are Nate and food to comfort him right ? He did said he likes to be stuffed ;)

Rebecca has her own problems to deal with. Will she be able to end things with Emilio this time ?

#the college society #cs #Liam #Rebecca #Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey #stuffing #Nate is cool #overeating at parties is fun #too many problems at once #brace yourself Liam !!#chapter 2 #part 6

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scoutshonor56 · 8 years ago

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Viva La Trump!

Here you go America, a bloated, vainglorious, dumpy-assed, absolutely clueless orange-skinned buffoon, with more plugs in his head than a third-rate, high school football field with cheap, second-hand Astroturf (donated by one of the nicer schools after they converted to natural grass)... and YOU elected him!

Clueless? Come on Bob, you’re being a little harsh aren’t you? I mean, after all, this guy is a billionaire and successful businessman, surely he knows something… ah, no he isn’t a successful businessman - see continuing lawsuits over questionable business practices (mostly stiffing contractors), multiple bankruptcies, and a failed “University” that was sued, resulting in a quietly and conveniently settled lawsuit (coughing up $25 million) just after he became “president” - and no, he does not “know something”, other than the fact that every time he signs a piece of paper at a White House desk he comes a little in his pants, but that’s a whole other blog.

Go ahead, take the Pepsi challenge: I dare you to watch this 8 minute clip from Thursday night’s “The Daily Show” and not want to run out of your house screaming with a large can of gasoline to then set yourself on fire like a Buddhist monk. Not want to rummage around in that kitchen drawer that contains all the crappy gadgets that you thought you just had to have but never use, looking for that “Home Lobotomy” kit. Go ahead!

Yes America, you elected this imposter – you let it happen. Oh, “but Clinton won the popular vote…”; “if it wasn’t for our antiquated Electoral College system…” Please – just stop. The fact that this clown wasn’t exposed and vetted out within the first 4 months of the primaries, let alone won, is all the evidence this court requires. Let me be perfectly clear: my issue isn’t just with Donald J. Trump; my issue is equally with an irresponsible media that traded in its journalistic integrity for ratings; my issue is equally with the millions of Americans who are SO STUPID, and SO GULLIBLE that they bought what this pompous, preening asshole was selling like a cure for baldness. My issue is equally with a voting populous who now are able to selectively shop for their “news” like they do for a box of cereal or a set of new tires. “Oh, I only buy Bridgestone!” Well, get ready for a lot of flats all you Gomers and Thelma Lu’s, and hopefully a recall.

Even ultra-conservative editorialist Charles Krauthammer, who regularly wrote about our last president like he was the illegitimate love child of Angela Davis and Karl Marx, has of late been harshly critiquing Trump as dangerously ill-informed, with grandiose, self-driven motives that will ultimately bring this country and our international standing down to an unprecedented level.

When Chuck starts slamming a GOP president, we’ve clearly got a red flag the size of my bed sheet.

But let’s focus this story a little bit; let’s take a look today at one of Donny’s biggest campaign banner issues: the building of a border wall. Odd that so many in the GOP party are standing behind this, as Ronald Reagan, the man who they adore with the fervor and intensity equal only to the Catholic church’s deification of saints, once famously stood at the Brandenburg Gate in West Berlin, Germany (June 12, 1987), and delivered probably his most famous line, "Mr.Gorbachev, tear down this wall!" As the world approached the end of the 20th century, even Ronnie knew that from both a political and economic standpoint, fences and walls were a thing of the past; holdovers from a different era, when nationalism and isolationism held sway. Any politician today under the age of 50 knows that in this 21st century, openness and cooperation – even with your enemies – is the heart of a relationship that greases the wheels of true world powers and their economy.

Even stripped down to an ideological core, walls represent one thing and one thing alone – division. KEEP OUT! says the sign on either side. In today’s world, those few still left who think they can go it alone, with only their self interest as a primary motivator and negotiation tool, are doomed to stagnate and wither on the vine as they watch their competitors race by. Today the world is interconnected in ways never seen before; sorry all you Trumpsters with your eyes nostalgically glued to a past never to return, it is now more than ever a techno-global community, and everybody gets to play. You don’t play smart and you will all too soon be sitting out the game. May as well get yourself a beer and some snacks, go into the living room, and binge watch re-runs of “The Apprentice” on Netflix.

Speaking of which, only Donny could come up with a show that climaxes every week with him yelling at some poor bastard, “You’re fired!!” Oh, the gleeful sentiment!

Latest estimated cost of Donny’s version of the Great Wall of China, complete with 10ft. tall DJT gold letters on both sides every other mile? Upwards of $25 billion. And once again the core of my anger with this current GOP party lies in its hypocrisy. For eight years we were treated to their hair-pulling hysterics about Obama “shoving things down our throat”, and “big government interference”, yet they are now ready to back a massive folly that is not only antiquated and self-destructive, but THAT NO ONE WANTS! I’ve lived here in Texas for forty years now, and I read a lot – every day. Nor is this the first time the ridiculous idea of a border wall been brought up. Every administration change since the year 2000 this rancid proposal floats to the surface like a bloated corpse, filled with noxious, conservative Republican gases. But trust me when I say you would be hard-pressed to find a single politician or local law enforcement agency in favor of a nearly 2,000 mile long wall running through their state, be they in California, Arizona, New Mexico, OR Texas.

You know, what the hell, just a suggestion, but before we let another bloated gasbag talk about a border wall, maybe we should check in with the people who actually live there and would be affected; you know, the folks who live, work, and raise family’s along the southern border of these four states.

Nope - not our new fearless leader. He rolls with whatever stirs the fears of his rabid followers. So let’s begin this issue by debunking one of Donny’s biggest lies that he is effectively selling only to the bitter and racist xenophobes who lead their lives looking for someone other than themselves to explain their personal and professional failures.

“Illegal border crossing is rampant! They’re stealing our jobs!!” And of course, according to Trump’s fear-mongering campaign rhetoric, also raping our women, flooding the country with drugs, and murdering our innocent citizens. Oh Donny, Donny, Donny… unfortunately, another one of those inconvenient truths, or “facts”, that you habitually refuse to acknowledge or accept, is the FACT that illegal border crossing has been declining since our economy went bust in 2008. I cite a 2016 article from “The Atlantic” here, but if you don’t like that one, feel free to refer to “FACTANK”, a feature of the Pew Research Center. As a matter of FACT, according to the Washington Post, fewer “illegals” crossed our southern border during Obama’s tenure than during the Bush administration.

But the crime! THE CRIME!! Our border towns are a bloody battle zone filled with hoards of violent, fence-jumping, pillaging miscreants! Actually, contrary to the fearful rhetoric of Donny’s Inauguration speech, which portrayed not just our border, but our entire nation as a gutted out, crime-ridden, dystopian hell-hole, violent crime across the country has been steadily dropping for the last twenty years, and the statistics prove it out. These same statistics hold true in our southern border town communities: according to a recent Texas Tribune, people there are much safer when compared to their larger, urban brother cities of Texas.

But hey, this is the age of “don’t let facts get in your way”, so if you prefer, go ahead – be afraid. Live in fear. “They” are out there, and they’re coming for you, your women, and your possessions! Quick, better pack the kids in the car and get down to the local gun store.

Speaking of His Highness’s Inauguration speech – ah, so uplifting, so hopeful - did you hear the good news? One of King Assclown’s first actions in office was to whip out his pen and declare his Inauguration Day as an official “National Day of Patriotic Devotion”! Jesus fucking Christ, sit down Kim Jung-un you amateur you!

But back to Assclown’s wall. I just can’t help but be amazed at the fact that when talking about a wall along our southern border, ANYONE would even entertain the opinions or thoughts of a pampered billionaire blow-hard who lives in a penthouse occupying the top three floors of a 58 story tower in downtown Manhattan, overlooking Central Park, and pimped out in 24K gold and imported marble. Well, other than to admit he certainly knows something about seclusion… By the way, I took the liberty of including this link, just so you could take a peek at “this man of the people” and his urban crib; after checking it out I’m sure you’ll agree that he obviously interacts on a daily basis with plenty of working class folks and Hispanics! Come on, remember his tweet on last year’s Cinco de Mayo day? “The best taco bowls are made in Trump Tower Grill. I love Hispanics!” See? He’s obviously sort of a modern day melding of Che Guevara and Robin Hood, adored by the common masses.

OK, let’s back up a little and focus even further on the home turf - Texas: I read somewhere that back in the 1800’s, folks fleeing to Texas in search of a better life would leave their homes and chalk GTT on their doors, letting friends and neighbors know that they had “Gone To Texas”. Well, back in the late ‘70’s and throughout the ‘80’s, Texas was again being seen as the new land of opportunity and a fresh start to thousands of people fleeing the Northeast and Midwest for greener (and warmer) pastures. Back in those heady times a similar sentiment was expressed: “Not from Texas, but I got here as soon as I could!”, and it was soon popularly seen on bumper stickers and T-shirts that you would see around town. No, I never owned or displayed one, but one of those “carpet-bagging Yankees” was me, back in the winter of 1976/77 and at the ripe and blissfully optimistic age of 20. My point being, I know Texas as well as any Texan; I’ve lived here my entire adult life, even marrying a local who was born and raised right here in Houston.

Upon my arrival, it didn’t take me long, even back then, to observe that my newly adapted home, like all Texas cities, exercised what I would call a “soft” view, or attitude, toward our Hispanic neighbors and the workforce they provided; it’s just the way it was and will continue to be, and any true and honest Texan will admit it. It’s called reality. According to a recent article in the Houston Chronicle, the Hispanic demographic will continue to drive the majority of growth in our Texas' population, which is expected to double to 50 million by 2050; and all projections point to a state that will be three fifths Hispanic by then.

And now, along comes Trump. So why does he obsess so over Mexico? Well, Houston Chronicle’s business section columnist, Chris Tomlinson, had a few thoughts on that yesterday:

“President Trump’s proposal to levy a 20% tariff on imports from Mexico is geopolitical bullying of the worst kind and could have dramatic consequences. When it comes to our foreign trade deficit, Mexico is not even close to our biggest problem. But Trump doesn’t have the guts to go after more powerful countries, so he leverages American prejudices to kick around Mexico, our much smaller and less wealthy neighbor.”

Hmmm - ends out our trade deficit with Mexico is only $60.6 billion, while that of China is a whopping $367B. Germany - $74.9B. Japan – 68.6B. Out of our five largest trade partners, only Canada has a smaller deficit than Mexico ($15.5B). And who wants to fuck with Canada, am I right Donny? I mean, they’re, well… white.

Tomlinson goes on: “Trump’s proposed tariff would destroy the largest free trade agreement in the world, trigger a trade war, and drive up the prices of everything we buy from Mexico by at least 20%. This would also force Mexico to build stronger trade ties with China, while ruining our alliance with our southern neighbor.”

“So what”, you say – “who buys shit from Mexico anyways?” Texas does. In 2015 we bought $84B in goods while exporting $92B worth. That’s right, Texas has an $8B trade surplus with Mexico. And in regards to Trump’s other targeted international agreements, NAFTA (North American Free Trade Agreement) and the TPP (Trans-Pacific Partnership)? To paraphrase Chris Wallace, president of the Texas Association of Business, and quoted in Tomlinson’s editorial, “Texas is the largest exporting state and one of the largest importing states, and by dismantling these trade agreements Texas could suffer severe repercussions. There is no question that Texas has benefitted more than any other state from NAFTA and will be hurt the most if it is killed.”

Now imagine Houston’s dismay when our ship channel, America’s busiest seaport, heard the news that President Assclown has already backed out of the Trans-Pacific Partnership (TTP). In the last five years or so we spent millions on widening and deepening the channel and installing a new, huge, state of the art multiple crane system to accommodate today’s larger ships and growing shipping industry. Now, all for naught. It’s like spending years preparing an Olympic team for competition, then only to see the games get cancelled. This will greatly affect Texas jobs and will add up to millions and millions in lost revenue. Briefly back to Krauthammer and his editorial yesterday:

“We are embarking upon insularity and smallness. Nor is this just theory. Trump’s long-promised but nonetheless abrupt withdrawal from the Trans-Pacific Partnership is the momentous first fruit of his foreign policy doctrine. Last year the prime minister of Singapore told John McCain that if we pulled out of the TPP ‘you’ll be finished in Asia.’ He knows the region.”

Are you getting a sense yet, of the brilliance of Donny’s business acumen? A man who through decades of “in the trenches”, high-level corporate boardroom experience seems to intuitively know his customer and how best to maximize their profit? I know I am!

So Bravo Mexican President Enrique Peña Nieto, who this week chose to back out of his visit with Trump and the White House. Let’s face it, what would be the point? Way to go Donny, barely a week in office and already getting cancellations from world leaders! I think Nieto mentioned there was a scheduling conflict, apparently that was the day he usually straightens out his sock drawer…

In closing, last night, as I was writing this very blog, around 9:00 I heard quite a continuing festive clamor coming from my open front window up here on the third floor of my apartment building, so I decided it would be a good time to take my ever-faithful companion, Bear, out for a walk and investigate. It was a nice, clear and cool evening, and as we turned around the block and headed toward the main thoroughfare in my neighborhood, Yale St., I was taken back when I saw a veritable parade of brightly (even gaudily) lit, bicycles and riders of all ages filling the street and spilling out onto the sidewalks, many bearing speakers that were blaring out Hispanic music - awesome! Curious as to the nature of the celebration, I stopped and chatted with one of the celebrants who was taking a break on the sidewalk. He told me there’s a group that does this every last Friday of the month, and they start downtown (about 5 miles east of here) before riding out into the surrounding neighborhoods. Moms, dads, kids, flags and music and smiles – FUCK YOU Trumpasita, that’s the true heart of American spirit and patriotism today, and it’s alive and free, and will not be contained or held back by your false and divisive proclamations issued from your new palace in Washington. My advice to Melania? Ahh, might want to hold off for 3 or 4 months before ordering all the new furniture and drapery – just sayin’…

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