#me being a protective ass Clinton fan

[plsbyallmeans]

For today's shit series called: AC/S: I/mpeachment I just want to give my thought about this scene (where Hillary again just showed how unfeeling she is when Bill is being vulnerable) and because in the previous scenes that they have been trying to paint Bill-Hillary's marriage as loveless/all partnership. I couldn't contain my annoyance at how they have depicted Hillary in this part and this is my last straw; so I'm going to write this long-ass entry. LMAO. First, there's no way that the production/scriptwriter knows what's happening and what conversation Bill and Hillary are having alone together. Therefore, scenes between Bill and Hillary are entirely created by the production. Second, Monica is the producer, and since she believes that Bill and Hillary's marriage is entirely due to political motivation and (because of) Chelsea, (I think) this is the reason why B/H's marriage in this series is very dry. There's no love at all and really business-like. I cringed remembering Episode 8 where Paul Begala and George Stephanopolous talked to Hillary to participate in the 60 minutes interview to show the people "that she's fine" and how Hillary/Edie responded bothered me; she responded to Paul and George as if she couldn't believe them for suggesting such a thing (even looks disgusted to participate in the farce).

So this annoys the shit out of me because they really made Hillary look so unemotional and detached to Bill. Even in the last episode (ep 8) how Hillary threw Bill's past back in his face is something - I don't think - that Hillary would do. Hillary mentioned before how much she detested meanness. It was so unfeeling! Plus how Hillary/Edie delivered the lines is (somehow) effective. So in this episode, I think when the whole ordeal was happening (they were on the brink of proceeding with the impeachment), is the same as what is happening in Hillary's book when she wrote the following (not exactly the same dates but at least happening at the same period - the brink of starting the impeachment)

Privately, I was still working on forgiving Bill, but my fury at those who had deliberately sabotaged him helped me on that score. For weeks Bill had apologized to me, to Chelsea... [...] And we continued with our regular counseling sessions, which forced us to ask and answer hard questions that years of nonstop campaigning had allowed us to postpone. By now, I wanted to save our marriage, if we could. The nights were difficult [...] I didn't avoid him as I had before, but there was still tension between us and not as many shared laughs as I was used to on a daily basis with my husband. [...]I spent some time alone, praying and reading.[...]

So she was going through pain, loneliness, and dejection but not this mean-tough facade that they are trying to depict.

But why am I saying this is because the series has been underscoring how loveless Bill and Hillary's marriage is and it's not (please don't ask me to go through all my resources because it'll be plenty. You can go through my blog and check out tags Billary story, Billary fact, or go through all the master list so you can do your reading and create your own conclusions haha). I would tolerate them lambasting Bill for his behavior or depicting Monica as a victim but for them to show Hillary as this mean-I-don't-give-a-shit-about-Bill is just so annoying.

Hillary could have left Bill if it's all about politics when his term ended, but she didn't. She fought. It was one of her hard choices and it was one of the gutsy decisions that she made (cheesy on my part but hey she said those words), but she stayed. She chose him.

Is it all politics? Hell, no, because she has nothing to gain by staying with him. She is capable to carry out her own torch in the political arena. She didn't even need his interference when she ran for Senator. She stayed because she loved him and this series is just damn so infuriating. This series just adds fuel to the conspiracy theory of how it's all about politics when they just even celebrated their 46 years together. Their marriage wouldn't survive that long if it's not founded by love and mutual respect.

lmao, sorry for the long-ass post, but I am done venting. HAHAHA. Back to normal programming and me stanning Jolie and thirsting Clive.

[calypsoff]

Fifty Nine.

We have been keeping very low-key I mean very low-key, quiet from everything and all social media. At the same time having to take Chris’ mind off the prospect of Jail time, Barry is nowhere to be found now so the paying off scenario isn’t going to work so now we’re left with going to court, which a date has come very quick and I’m actually shocked but I’m sure it’s because Chris isn’t just anyone anymore but anyways, they have given him a date. The lawyer is asking for community service, like we can at least get that for him. It’s just crazy how they got it so quick but then they have the CCTV also which makes it bad, I’m just hoping for a miracle at this moment in time. I’m trying to not worry and enjoying my pregnancy, I thought while Chris is just feeling sad for himself I would help him with his clothing line and off my own back just designed a few things, not sure if he wants it or whatever but I’m trying because he isn’t doing anything, so I am making him do things. Like going to VA, I said to him before I get even bigger we need to go so I think we are going today to VA with more than one bodyguard, I ain’t about to play with fire in that place. Even though I love VA, it’s so peaceful there but I have to be careful, I don’t take threats lightly, not at all. We would like to have stayed with my in-laws, but I don’t feel safe for Chris to be there, we will stay outside of VA and they can visit us but we should be going today, I say should because I’ve not said it again to him. It’s a mess but we can deal with it, I know we can so I’m not trying to stress myself out too much. Chris will be with me; he will be seeing our baby be born. I am putting it into existence, god gave me him back now he can protect him from this evil. My mother said she’s praying for him, I told her what happened and she’s so sad for him. Joyce and Clinton don’t know as of yet, also this time in VA we can spend time together, Mel has gone to Barbados to clear her mind so it’s just us in this home currently. It’s pretty lonely, I’m used to my team being around.

I knew Chris would be in the office, he’s smiling so that is a good sign “I am excited for this actually, I needed some positive energy and seeing the website is what I needed. I cannot wait for this, I really can’t. Which brings me into my wife was helping me, nothing would have happened if it weren’t for Rihanna she inspires me a lot because her work ethic and she’s happily said she will be along with the idea, she will design some exclusive stuff, just limited edition things which will bring my traffic. I wasn’t for it but she’s helping me, so we have that. But she is the one to inspire me, we will need to discuss an opening and maybe some party I don’t know yet” my smile grew hearing him say that I wonder if he knows I am here “I still think we should do the Nobodies business tee, mention that. Fans love merch” TJ is on this, Chris must have kept him “he’s right Chris, personally. If you had Rihanna on a tee I’m buying. I love her so yeah” Chris chuckled “see what she says, but I have to go. We will discuss and have an update, but Cena is making moves, we doing good team. God bless and take care, speak soon” Chris grinned waving, nice to see him happy. He turned his chair to me “speaking nice things about me because you knew I was here huh” Chris grinned and closed his laptop “I suppose, I was like let me get in her good books” walking over to Chris “you are in my good books, sometimes” walking around his desk “you have taken over this, I like it. You all busy now, you been in meetings all that time” sitting on his lap “yes, they sent me pictures of the website. It’s amazing” placing my arm around his neck, Chris pressed a kiss to my side boob “thanks, good. TJ still with us? He’s not going to change next is he?” Chris shook his head “he cut ties with him too, Maybe Mel chose the wrong one, TJ is dumb but he’s good” Chris placed his hand over my bump “as long as he is working then good, so you ready to go to VA yeah? You didn’t really say yes you just shrugged, we go and get your family nice and safe with a new home?” I get such a tingly feeling, my heart flutters when he touches my bump, my whole heart right here “I just thought you might say it to make me feel better but if we are going then yes, let’s go” i cooed out “rules are, we taking my bodyguards and we staying away from your parents, they come to us. Also we can have some time together” pressing a kiss to the top of his head “cool, man. I always wanted to buy my parents a house, a dream come true” least this will make him happy.

I rather he let me pack but no, he is helping and his helping is rushing to pack “your bump is super cute by the way, I admire it. Like our baby just in there baking and shit, just vibing. It’s probably dancing in there, but your bump is cute. We going to do pictures? Like memory type shit” he asked me “wow, Christopher. Baby. You asking me? Putting me to shame now, yes we will. Don’t worry, I am planning on that, we going to have some cute pictures like our wedding ones were super cute, awww god I love you so much” Chris laughed and then got shy “man, I’m in love. I’ll beat a nigga ass for you and do time, you my twin. And my best friend, why do I need others when I got you” he is my whole heart “poppa I love you too” poking my lips out, he pressed a kiss to my lips. I laughed as he moved back, reaching my hand up and wiping my lipgloss from his lips “my bad” hearing the buzzer go off “I’ll get that, just finish off here for me” he makes me laugh because I been doing that, I have been fixing what he’s been doing. I’m so in love with him, I am and it’s sickening but I love him. I’m actually hoping to visit Barbados before I have the baby, I’m just thinking how we can do that. I want to see my family and relax a little bit, get some sun and peace. California just can be so messy at times; I just want that break with him. I’m sure I can fit it in, folding his sweatshirt. Bringing it up to my nose to smell it before placing it in the case, smells like him. This is my drug; his clothes be just turning me on. I don’t think we need to pack heavy, buying the home should be easy, I guess a few days there is nice and then come back. Start some rehearsals for the Grammys, Things are different meaning baby, so I want to make sure my breathing and singing hasn’t changed so I need to start on that.

Chris came upstairs with a box “oh what is that?” I think I know what it is, he asked for some freebies as a joke with Puma well I got that for him “I don’t know, it says my name. Actually it says Christopher Fenty-Brown is this a joke?” I sniggered “you my bitch, shut up” he looks so offended “but I’m not Fenty” he’s so annoying “look just stop and open it” Chris looked up at me from the floor “you know what it is?” I shrugged “no, I told you that people think you’re my bitch, look at you on the floor on your knees too” Chris shook his head laughing “my birthday isn’t yet, but this is exciting” he is so adorable, it’s like Christmas for him right now, he is so very appreciative too “what does this say” he grabbed the little note card in the box “To Chris, please try our new releases from the Puma team. Oh shit, really!?” I grinned at him “yes, you got some free stuff poppa, now you play with that while I pack” that will keep him entertained “thank you so much Robyn, oh god. You did this for me!” Waving him off “don’t be, it’s just the start” making my way to the bathroom, I adore him so much with everything he does for me. He is so supportive of me too.

So we have three bodyguards now, I didn’t want them to stay at the place we are renting there but I rather they do stay, you never know but I have Rich, Frank and Ben now with us. I guess they both can go out and come back at night or maybe I should ask “Rich, so what do you think to one of you staying with us and the rest go like to a hotel, look I sound dramatic, and he is in jail but you never know and I want to be safe so what to do you think?” let’s see what he says about it, if he thinks only one of them needs to stay then so be it, I feel like three of them is a but much “one will be ok, shall I stay with you?” nodding my head “and besides, no offence but Chris knows Rich more then you both” I said, I thought I would mention that he stays because Chris does get along with him, Chris is just sat here in Puma. He is loving the fact that he had these freebies, I love that he is so appreciative about it too, he is cute “so did you pack all of your Puma things?” I had to ask “kind of, I tod my mom an dad where we are staying, I just want to see them” nodding my head, not like I mind “it has been a while since I last seen my second mother so why not, is she staying over?” Chris shrugged, so he doesn’t know so I guess I will ask them to stay over.

I snorted laughing and so did Chris “are we on a plantation?” Chris said the same thing I thought “I feel like it is, Tina is racist. That bitch” I laughed shaking my head, the home is nice and it’s like in the middle of nowhere, but I swear it looks like a plantation “well I guess we going to be some hillbillies, I think you will be a cute one too actually” reaching over and stroking the side of his face “no way, oh shit. The owners are white too, my god. Tina set us up?” Chris cackled; the car came to a halt “if this is a set up I am cutting” Rich said before getting out of the car “you going to do the extra cotton picking for me? I am with child so I can’t” Chris side eyed me, the door opened, and I got out. The owners looks kind but creepy kind of people, I sighed out as the white guy made his way over to me “welcome Robyn, so good to meet you” oh no, I think they are fans, well the way his daughter his staring at me is not good “pleasure is all mine, I love your home” shaking his hand “well I hope you enjoy it, as advised. The keys” he held the keys up to me, taking the keys from him “is there anything we need to do?” I questioned, you never know what I can or can’t do at the home “not at all, the home is yours to use and have fun. Thank you for choosing us” this guy is sweet after being judgemental about him.

Joyce and Clinton are both here, I have a back pain again so I needed to sit down but let me go to see the in-laws, making my way to the door “my baby, Robyn!” Joyce spat, making my way to Joyce “oh my god” Joyce placed her hands over her mouth staring at me in shock, all emotional “Robyn, oh my gosh. You look so beautiful, come here” hugging Joyce close “oh momma, it is so good to see you. Honestly” closing my eyes smiling, it’s so good to have a motherly hug like this “I am over the moon that you are pregnant, my second grandchild” moving back from the hug “I can’t wait to meet her or him, whatever it may be. You see the scan photos? The little wave” Joyce gasped “yes, Clinton loves that picture so much” looking over at Chris, I didn’t expect him to be emotional, but my poppa is crying “awww baby, we missed you so much. Welcome home Chris” Joyce rushed over to her son “wow, you are pregnant” Clinton pointed out the obvious “yes, do I look that big?” I am questioning it now “no, not at all just it’s different. How are you?” Clinton asked “erm, ok thank you. Chris is emotional” I pointed out “yeah, he just needed a hug from the big man” clearly he did need that “he misses you both so much” my baby is so sad.

[msindrad]

an insanely long crazy-ass post about the dollars trilogy, I’m so sorry y’all

I FOUND THIS POST. I DID IT. I FOUND IT. JESUS. I spent the entirety of my yesterday searching for it.

I’m going to tag everybody who participated in this discussion and whose posts I‘ve found while searching for this discussion on the off-chance that they still might be interested in, yeah, discussing these films.

@clinteastwood-blog @geekboots-blog @istadris @sybilius @bleak-nomads @thenotsobad-thebad-andtheugly @bloncos @mcicioni-blog @unrealthings @stephantom @colonelmortimer

Also, please feel free to ignore me and my analytical outburst if you don’t feel like talking about the films or talking about them with my crazy hyperfixated ass specifically, lol. I didn’t mean to be rude by calling you out of nowhere, it’s just that sometimes people get excited when there is an enthusiastic newbie in the fandom and gladly return to their beloved canons.

Anyway. The dollars trilogy.

I’ll start with The Good, the Band and the Ugly (and will probably make myself instantly unlikable by nitpicking things, (sigh)).

As stupid as it might sound – the film being an absolute masterpiece, a cultural milestone that is timeless, epic, work of genius, love it, will write and draw about it with pleasure etc. – I’m kind of inclined to find the GBU the weakest film in the trilogy storywise. Don’t get me wrong: the plot is interesting and strong, every scene is entertaining, smart, and instantly quotable… But.

There are a few things that make the story, taken holistically, weak to a degree, especially in contrast to the other two films. Now, let me explain my bold-ass claim.

The first reason I couldn’t even pinpoint for myself until my best friend asked me: yeah, it’s all cool and fun, but what has really changed at the end of the film? They stopped the battle/blew up the bridge (kudos for the pacifist message), they killed a few folks on the way including Angel Eyes, but what did the story amount to in the end? Was their relationship changed? Have they themselves learned something about life, universe and everything? Tuco is still on the rope, Blondie still shoots the rope. They both got their money, split it 50/50. Sure, now it’s an insane amount of money but will it make them reconsider their ways of life? I don’t know, and I don’t necessarily think so. They’re really back to square one. If you consider the graphic novel The Man With No Name canon, then (spoiler) Blondie gives his money away to help rebuild the monastery of Tuco’s brother, and Tuco himself doesn’t really invest his share in anything other than booze, and sex, and troubles, so. Then, Angel Eyes got killed off, but he had even less backstory/character arc than, for instance, Captain Clinton, not to mention that his image, as memorable as it was, kind of lacked certain complexity, so, does it really matter storywise (although he is a great, stylish character, but I hope that you get what I mean)? (Note: Angel Eyes should have been the film’s ultimate personification of the war (inhumanely ruthless, only interested in money, extremely goal-oriented etc.), which, the war, kind of is the main antagonist of the film if you think about it; but the way he was used in the plot, the way he acted, and was generally presented, communicated it only in a limited way, imo).

Everything about the adventure was fun, smart, entertaining, one of the best films ever made, I agree 100%, and I rewatched it with pleasure many times. But I believe that stories have to bring about some palpable change in their world in order for them to be successful and finished. The GBU, in my opinion, doesn’t do it because it doesn’t want to be a story-story, and it’s fine with just letting its characters exist in a magic Western/a cowboy fantasy/a fairy tale. And I guess it’s also one of the reasons why the story didn’t go anywhere from the GBU – there is nothing to add to a basis like that. And I can’t help noting that it’s super ironic that the only film in the trilogy that truly seems to be all about money-money-money has no “dollars” in its title.

Another thing that I think is super important: there is almost no female energy or presence in the film. And it’s not even a matter of representation that bugs me, although I think it’s very important. It just feels like there is a deficit of something vital that renders everything even sort of unrealistic. In AFOD we have Marisol and we have Consuelo Baxter, and they’re relevant for the plot, and they have goals, motivations… lines. In FAFDM we have Mary, who has only a few brief moments, but she’s memorable, endearing, and she has a small story/motivation of her own, and we also have Mortimer’s sister, who is EXTREMELY important, and who also isn’t just symbolic, she herself makes a plot-relevant decision on screen, although a really horrible one from my personal moral standpoint. In the GBU we have what? A prostitute that’s beaten up by Angel Eyes (I never watch this scene), another woman at the hotel where Blondie stays in that is shut up and called an old hag or something like it, and another woman that makes a comment about Tuco’s hanging. None of them are memorable or have motivations on their own, and to me it makes the film lacking some really important counterpoint in terms of dynamics etc.

And nobody needs me to describe all the things that the film is awesome at because everybody knows that the film is one of the best films ever made, so painfully gorgeous that it’s difficult to praise it. So, I’ll move on to the other two films but will briefly talk about Tuco and Eli Wallach.

Eli Wallach is considered one of the best actors ever to appear on film for reason, so, I’ll just say about my personal impressions from his performance: he really made me emphasize with Tuco. His acting is incredibly rich, nuanced, concentrated, and, imo, just leaves you no choice but to think of Tuco as a real complex human being, not a film character. And Tuco is a superb character. Over the course of the story he gets to be loathsome, humane, funny, silly, terrifying, and cunning, - often all those at the same time. That’s one hell of a captivating character who’s just very, very interesting to watch and to analyze, regardless whether you like him or not.

Then, we have A Fistful of Dollars. I’m a huge fan of classic adventure stories that are gen, plot-driven, and have smart main characters figuring out a way to get what they want without being destroyed by other characters for wanting or trying to get it in the first place. I think it’s very difficult and very rewarding to write a good story in this genre. AFOD is exactly this kind of story, and this kind of stories is only as good as their protagonists’ maneuvers are. And Joe is, like, a tactical genius (the barrel! the fire!). And it’s much better to rewatch the film to remind yourself of how smart he is than have me talking about it, so.

But apart from that he is also humanized by his deeply personal motivations that appear completely irrational especially in contrast to his clever manipulations of the Baxters and the Rojos. And he doesn’t do it egotistically, to “get the girl,” which wouldn’t make him particularly sympathetic one way or another. Sure, he makes a good buck at the end, but his primary motivation still is justice for Marisol and her family (and then protection of his friend). Additionally, Joe gets his fair share of punishment for providing said justice, which further humanizes him and kind of makes you worry about him. And Silvanito with his scolding, humor, and skepticism helps with it a lot, too.

And then, there is the fact that the film wants the audience to either want to be Joe or want to be with him, sometimes both at the same time. Everybody on screen is a single Joe’s wink away from swooning because how he practically oozes charisma (only Silvanito is immune to his charms). I can’t blame them, though.

And I also want to point out the last lines of the film: Joe says that he doesn’t want to get involved into politics because that would be too much for him, and I think that it’s very fitting. The film just showed how cool he is, but he knows his limits, and he knows that he operates on a different plane.

So, all in all, it’s a masterfully done story.

Finally, we have For a Few Dollars more. I love all three films, but FAFDM is my favorite, there’s no doubt about that. I’ll start with the fact that it’s perfectly structured and perfectly balanced. We have three big players, Mortimer, Manco, and Indio, and the film shows how dangerous and how smart each of them is, so that the conflict between them ends up being very, very suspenseful. Not to mention the fact that it takes Manco and Mortimer almost 40 minutes, I think, to finally properly meet – by that time we are already speculating who will be the winner in the end, how will they react to each other, how will they interact, how will they work together etc. We get to know them quite well first, and then their relationship allows us to explore their characters even deeper through their interactions, their differences, and their similarities. For some time, storywise they become a single unit. While the story of Indio’s assault on Mortimer’s sister is revealed parallel to the plot.  

Indio himself is terrifying as hell without being cartoonish. He is a really dangerous, broken man that is also methodical, smart, and ruthless. He is so bad that he kills the opponent’s family just to make him bitter enough to draw on him. And he is so bad that he is okay with killing off his own gang.  

Speaking of which, Indio’s gang is colorful. He has interesting interactions with them at the beginning, in that church. And Klaus Kinski made his Wild stand out to me. I swear, the moment he almost cries in that saloon when Mortimer takes away his cigar, I feel bad for him every single time. And when he recognized Mortimer, it was tense. He even had a cool witty one-liner after Mortimer said that he should come to him in ten minutes to help him light that match and smoke: “In ten minutes, you’ll be smoking in hell!��

By the way, Indio’s tendency to get unnecessarily physical with his gang looks even more unnerving when he touches Manco to check his wound/shares a smoke him with some clearly visible eroticized subtext, which gets even creepier when you realize that he is a rapist. I swear, I was worried about Mortimer when I saw the film for the second time – that is even though I knew the plot – because Manco brought up that family resemblance between Mortimer and his sister, and we all know what Indio did to her.

What else? I could bring up all sorts of things, the action, the final duel, the small smart details that allow the plot to happen the way it happens (e.g. how Manco manages to hide the bag with all the money on that tree before Indio’s gang capture him and Mortimer – only to re-collect that bag at the end of the film), the humor, the street kids and all the other cool-cool secondary characters (Joseph Egger’s informer probably is my favorite), the opening sequence and the title card (oops, already rambled about this one) really, anything and everything including the perfect chemistry between Manco and Mortimer.

But I’ll just say that the music in this film is special to me. Every single composition by Ennio Morricone is special, unique, memorable, and intriguing, it’s true, and so it feels redundant and banal to say something like this. The Ecstasy of Gold is almost extraterrestrial, the main theme of Two Mules For Sister Sara imitates actual mule sounds, how genius is that, etc., and you must be dead to not be enticed and mesmerized beyond words by the main theme of the GBU, which is a hymn of all spaghetti Westerns now, a universal call for adventure (I feel like a bad person saying this, but I’ve always wanted to joke that Ennio put sexy back into the “waah-waah”… no, I regret nothing).

BUT. To me personally, the music in FAFDM is as personal as the film itself, and dare I say even more important to the story than in the GBU, despite the theme of the GBU being a kind of Greek choir throughout the film. The personalized sounds for Manco and Mortimer accentuate their personalities to the point where they almost create a reflex in you. The pocket watch chime is literally part of the story and plays a huge, crucial role in the plot! And it’s decidedly one of the saddest musical scores I’ve ever heard. It’s minimalist, mournful, and yet also nostalgically bittersweet. It feels like a reminder that there’s no going back whatever that might mean in the actuality. And the famous moment where Manco asks Mortimer whether his question was indiscreet and Mortimer says that the answer could be… I feel personally touched whenever I watch the scene. For me, it doesn’t feel like just an amazing scene, it triggers some deep emotion that is hard to express and almost gives me the urge to cry. Something along the lines of respectful and compassionate “I’m sorry that it happened to you,” “I’m sorry that I can’t help you.” The feeling of personal tragedy is conveyed infinitely better than a three-volume backstory ever could.

And then, there is this huge potential for all the stories about Manco, and Mortimer, and Blondie, and Tuco, and Angel Eyes, and even Joe to explore... Well, I better stop here.

So, yeah. It turned out to be a crazy long post, and I‘m grateful to anybody who reads it till the end. And if you haven’t watched these movies please do. Cheers.

[acreativeme]

We Are Safe

Requested: Hello! Can you write a Jess Laciox imagine where he finally feels like he’s ready to date and he has a crush on Y/N? Y/N, OA and Hailey were helping them with a case and shes also OAs’ partner and best friend? And Tali approves? Hope this is not too much! Thank you!

We Are Safe

Y/N threw open the Sedan door, leaving OA and Hailey in her dust. When she got the call about Tali being taken, it took everything in Y/N to not break down. Tali and the older woman bonded after Jess invited her over for dinner after their first case together. Since then when Tali had a female related question, she’d call Y/N and they’d chat for an hour or more. Tali had become like a daughter to Y/N, so hearing that Tali had been taken almost destroyed her.

“Jess!” Y/N yelled, flashing her badge to the patrol officer guarding the scene. 

Jess turned towards her voice. “Y/N!”

She fell into his arms, giving him a long squeeze. “I just heard about what happened to Tali. What do you need from me?” She pulled away from him.

Jess looked down at her, surprised to see genuine concern in her eyes. “I need you right beside me.” 

Y/N nodded, glancing back at OA and Hailey. “Okay, good. Cause I wasn’t planning on going anywhere.” She led him over to OA and Hailey. “You remember OA,” the two men shook hands, “this is Hailey Upton, liaison from Chicago PD.” 

“Hey.” Hailey said, holding out her hand.

Jess took it, giving it a shake. “Nice to meet you.” 

OA stepped forward, “so, what do you guys know?” 

Jess led them to the van, not realizing that he still had Y/N’s hand in his. “We know that she was taken on her way to the soup kitchen she volunteers at and that the vehicle that was used is stolen.” He pointed to the screen, showing them the car.

Y/N stepped forward, trying to get a better look at the car. “I’ve seen that car before, Jess.” She looked back at him.

“Where?” Kenny asked, standing up from his chair. 

“We had some girl time last weekend, and that van was outside two of the shops that we went to. The guy was watching us pretty hard, so I went to confront him but he took off before I could.” Y/N admitted, feeling guilty for not mentioning it. She stepped up to the computer and ran a search for traffic cams around the shops they visited. “It is a high traffic area, so there are multiple cameras stationed on the street. And since it is a business area, there are several private cameras that we might have to subpoena.”

OA pulled out his phone, already typing in the ADA’s number. “I will get on that.” He stepped out of the van.

“I am going to help interview the witness’.” Hailey stated, following after OA. 

Kenny looked at Y/N, noticing her annoyed look. “Not a fan?” 

“She thinks that she knows it all, because she works under Hank Voight in Chicago.” Y/N mumbled thanks to Kenny as he handed her a cup of coffee. “Last week, she tried to tell me how to search a house! Seriously! I’ve been an Agent longer than she has been a cop, I know how to search a house!”

Kenny laughed. “I am surprised you haven’t kicked her ass yet.” 

Y/N fell back into a chair. “We’ve got a sparring session scheduled, I’ll show her who is boss.”

Kenny shook his head. “Don’t hurt her too bad.”

“I make no promises.” Y/N muttered, typing away at the computer in front of her.

~~15 hours later~~

Y/N pushed Jess back as they stepped up to an abandoned warehouse. “You should stay out here, Jess.” 

He looked down at her in shock. “I have to go in, Y/N. She is my daughter, I need to be in there.” His voice shook.

Y/N caressed his cheek. “I will handle it, Jess. She is just as important to me as she is to you. I will do everything in my power to make sure that she makes it out, even if I have to give my life for hers.”

Jess stepped towards her. “I don’t want that to happen.”

“Well, I have Kenny, OA, and Clinton coming with me. I am sure they’d be able to protect me.” Y/N looked up at him, using all of her courage to lean up and kiss him.

Jess cupped her cheeks, kissing her passionately. When Y/N pulled back, Jess kept his hands on her cheeks. “We are going to need to talk after this is all said and done.” He whispered, not noticing the eyes on them.

Y/N blushed, knowing that OA was smirking at her. “Yeah, I know. But first, I need to go save Tali.” 

Jess nodded, stepping back. “Be safe.” 

She smiled up at him. “I will.” she squeezed his hand one last time.

Y/N raised her gun as OA signaled for her to follow him. She quietly jogged over and hid behind a wall. She glanced around it and saw Tali tied to a metal chair, a man stalked around her with a phone pressed to his ear. 

“Man, I thought we said a quarter million! She is an FBI agent’s kid, I ain’t takin’ less than $500K. If you aren’t here in the next 30 minutes, I will kill her.” Y/N noticed Tali’s eyes widen in fear. 

Y/N signaled to OA that she was moving in, as the man’s back was to her. As she tiptoed up behind him as he chucked his phone in anger. She raised her gun so that it was at head level, waiting for him to turn around. The man grumbled to himself as he turned around to pick up his gun.

The man froze, her gun pressed between his eyelids. “Get on your knees and put your hands behind your head.” Y/N demanded, with a hard look of her face. 

The man began to do as he was told, but quickly decided that he was going to attack her. He tackled her, causing her gun to fly out of her hands. With his arms around her waist, Y/N was left bent over his back. She interlocked her fingers and raised them over her head to slam them into his back. He groaned, loosening his grip. She slammed her knee into his chest, flipping him off her and onto the ground. She slugged him in the face, to be able to flip him onto his stomach. 

“I said put your hands behind your back.” She growled in his ear, pressing her knee into his back. She twisted his arms to handcuff him.

“Ouch! You are hurting me!” He growled, trying to twist away from her. 

She dug her knee into his back. “I wouldn’t be, if you listened to me the first time.” With the click of the handcuffs, Y/N stood up and passed him onto Kenny-- who was shocked at how hard she hit him. 

OA smirked, holding out her gun. “Damn, Y/L/N.” 

Y/N brushed him off, turning her attention to Tali-- who was still shaking. “Tali.” She used her pocket knife to cut through the tap. 

As soon as she was free, Tali launched herself into Y/N’s arms. “Oh, Y/N!” Tali sobbed.

Y/N dropped her knife, allowing herself to hold Tali tightly. “It is okay, Tali. You are safe now.”

Tali buried her head into Y/N’s neck. “They were planning on selling me, because they thought I was your daughter. Their boss, who I never saw, wanted to hurt you. He he said-” she stuttered, tears soaking the top of Y/N’s shirt.

Y/N shushed Tali. “I don’t want you talking about it right now. Your dad is out there waiting for you.” When she tried to stand up, Tali tightened her grip around Y/N’s neck. “Okay.” Y/N stood up, which allowed Tali to wrap her legs around her. 

Y/N walked out of the warehouse with OA and Kenny on either side of her. Clinton walked behind them, gun at the ready. The other agents milling around parted, allowing them direct access to Jess. Jess broke away from the agent he was talking with to wrap his arms around Y/N and Tali. 

“Oh, my god. I am so glad you both are alright.” He whispered, clutching them to his chest. Tali used one arm to wrap around her dad and kept the other around Y/N. 

Y/N let out a quiet sob. “We are okay, Jess.”

Jess pulled back, only to cup her face and kiss her. “Yes, you are.”

Tali gasped, then cheered.

“Finally!”

[tsarinastorm]

AA: Adam Sackler/Reader-Chapter 3

Chapter 1  Chapter 2

It was starting to rain, that was just perfect, just what you needed. You were planning a move to Brooklyn and were supposed to be apartment hunting today. The rain was going to make it a miserable endeavor. You put on a light-weight dress shirt, short shorts and ankle height rain boots. As you head out of your apartment building, you see Adam hurdled under the awning. Of course he’s here.

           “What’s up, tiger?” He asks as he changes his stance so he’s leaning coolly against the brick siding. How does his hair still look good in this rain? His hair still looks perfect, not frizzy at all from the rain and humidity, it’s not fair. Adam’s making it impossible to remain ‘just friends.’ Though Jessa was getting more and more distant from each of your minds, and you wonder what you could have with Adam if you’d met him some other way, or if he and Jessa broke up what you could have. You silence your traitorous thoughts, and respond to Adam’s comment.

           “You stalking me now?” You ask with a smug smile.

           “You know you’d love it if I was.” He says with a cocky smile, as you head down your street, he asks what you’re doing today. Because Adam has more flexibility in his schedule, which you don’t even ask why anymore, it’s an Adam thing, he comes along with you to whatever adventures you have planned. He asks what the plans are for today, so you inform of what your plans are while you open your umbrella to protect you from the drizzle.

“I have to go look at apartments in your part of town,” He hunches down under your umbrella, the height difference between you two yet again apparent. The way he’s crouched down, you’re surrounded by him: heat, and muscle. It would be easy for you to cuddle into him, but you do your best to resist that urge.

“Oh really are you finally leaving Manhattan?” He questions you, leaning further into your personal space. You jokingly tell him the truth, “The people here are too pretentious and elitist. I can’t take it anymore”

“Here I thought you fit in just fine.” Adam says not showing a fraction of any kind of emotion. As hit suddenly hits you what he meant, you turn to slap at his arm, acting offended. He suddenly starts laughing, one of his loud, head rolling laughs.

“Haha, thanks asshole. Now I’ll be going.” You say as you turn on your heels to walk away from him. Then you feel a large warm hand on your shoulder turning you back around. Adam offers his arm to you and says, “I’ll go with you, I won’t let anyone fuck you over.”

You link your arm through his and he grabs the umbrella so he’s now properly holding over both of you. As you walk, you tell him where you’re looking, and he has preferences. He’s made it clear that he’d like for you to live in Park Slope, which is conveniently close to his place in Prospect Heights. Guess you’ll work that out.

After touring several apartments throughout Brooklyn, you think you’ve found the one you want. Apartment hunting with Adam was entertaining seeing as he checked all the piping, picked apart most of them. He was adamant that several of them were over-priced and told you that he ‘wouldn’t let someone fuck you over on the price.’

This one was a nice, clean apartment in Clinton Hill and had good amenities. You loved the look of the outside of the building: classic style but had be updated to give it a chicer feel. Adam wasn’t a fan, but he accepted your decision with little rumbling. Now you were sitting down in the office of the landlord while he was working on the lease.

When he hands you the lease, he comments,  “You know we have several couples that live here, you’ll fit right in.”

           You’re shocked by his comment, even if he meant nothing by it. You’re blushing even though you wish you weren’t. Adam meanwhile was beaming, clearly enjoying the fact the man mistook you for a couple. He shouldn’t be feeling that way you thought, he was dating your friend, maybe this was getting out of control. You set the record straight to your new landlord.

“Wait, we’re not a couple” Your landlord doesn’t verbally respond, he just raises his eyebrows before talking to you about the lease.

****

Adam can feel the sweat dripping down his back, but he supposes that was job being the muscles of the excursion. He was helping Y/N move into her new apartment, and finished unloading all of the large furniture. Now, it was just unpacking. Jessa was there too, but she was directing the unloading as opposed to helping. Adam wishes Jessa wasn’t here, because then he could imagine that he and Y/N were both moving in here, or imagine that he was her boyfriend helping her move. Jessa was ruining his fantasy and he knew he needed to grow a pair of balls and break up with her.

As Y/N is setting up her tv and wifi box, Jessa moves towards the door looking at her phone. Jessa then announces, “I’m going to head out, I forgot that I’m supposed to have dinner with my sister Minnie.”

Adam knows that is total bullshit, an obvious lie. But if he gets time alone with Y/N then he supposes he can ignore the fact that his girlfriend is lying again. Y/N just turns her head towards Jessa and says, “Okay, thanks for helping. Bye.” Then she gets back to work. She’s wearing a cropped tank top and bicycle shorts that show off her toned legs and perfect ass. He can’t help but find himself distracted by how tantalizing she looks, he knows he’ll have to do something or he might not be able to control himself. He ends up sitting down on the floor next to her to help, and Bagel decides to come over and lay his head in Adam’s lap.

Adam helped Y/N unpack a lot of the big things and hook up some of the new electronics. They chitter-chattered and it felt natural, like this was the way things were supposed to be. Now, she had talked him into watching Hamilton, and he was trying to not ruin it for her. Though to be fair, once again he wasn’t able to pay attention to what he was supposed to be watching, because he was watching her instead.

Finally, he groans, stretches on her couch then says, “Fuck this is overrated. I mean it’s good but it’s not flawless like everyone says.”

“Adam, hush. I guess I can’t make you have taste.” She says and faces him. Now, he’s hyper-aware of how close they are. His forearm is touching her, and the outsides of their thighs are touching. The way she’s looking at him is making him think only of kissing her. Before he knows it, he’s leaning his head into hers, now just inches away, and she’s not pulling back.

“Maybe I already do have taste.” He tells her as her eyes watch him, waiting for the next move. Then he’s closing the last few inches separating them, but halts to let her make the final move. She does and closes the distance between them. Her lips on his, latching onto his bottom lip before moving again to the top lip. His hands go to her waist and hers go around his neck, twining through the edges of his hair. Adam deepens the kiss by breaking apart to bite her lip gently, when she gasps, his tongue enters her mouth. His tongue tastes every inch of her mouth he can reach, and it feels like they’re devouring each other.

She moves so she’ practically sitting on his lap, and he holds her closer. His hands move down to feel the curve of her hips, then go to squeeze her ass. She moans into his mouth and presses herself further into his hand. He thinks, she likes that, he’ll be sure to remember that. His other hands moves up to cup her breast, and it feels even better in his hand than he imagined it would. This gets a similar response from her, and her hips begin to grind into his growing erection. They stay like this for several moments, refusing to break apart, and it’s looking like they’re going to end up fucking on this couch.

Then, his phone starts ringing loudly ending the spell that’s come over them. Y/N quickly removes herself from him, and looks guilty for what happened. Adam sits there stunned before accepting that the moment is over and he checks his phone. Fucking piece of shit, he thinks as he then throws it down on the floor.

“Fuck, we did not just do that. We are going to forget this ever happened.” Panic has clearly over taken Y/N. She definitely was reciprocating, Adam thinks she must feel the same way. But she’s too good of a friend, too ethical to let their dilemma turn into something more.

“I don’t want to forget about it. You’re all I think about it.” He tells her. This sets something off in her because he sees her eyes flash before she snaps back with, “Well I am not going to be the other woman or the kind of girl who steals my friend’s boyfriend.”

“You’re not either of those things. Things have been over with Jessa for a long time. It’s not real what I feel for her. I’ll break up with her, I would have sooner if I knew I stood a chance. ”Adam says, confessing about he really feels about her and his current ‘relationship.’ She stands up and starts pacing, a nervous of habit of hers he’s learned. He gets up too and lightly places his hands on her shoulders, trying to calm her down without being too intimate and making her uncomfortable.

No, no. Because then she will know something happened.” She points her finger at him to emphasize her point. This is definitely not going the way Adam hoped it would. After his disastrous relationship history, he never thought he could have something like he has with Y/N, even though they’re not really together.

“Wouldn’t that be the point? I don’t want to pretend and bullshit anymore.” Adam says failing to keep his voice down. This whole situation is so frustrating that he could break something or pull his own hair out.

“You’re going to have to. Please don’t tell her.” Y/N snaps back at him and continues her pacing.

“Only for you. You’re making this worse than it is. I don’t have a real relationship with her anymore, we, us, have a real relationship—“ He gestures between them when he says ‘we’ and he wishes he could make her understand or somehow jump ahead in time when they’ve gotten past this. She doesn’t let him finish his statement before cutting him off.

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence!  You went from Hannah then to Jessa, who was her friend, and now to me, who’s Jessa’s friend. Am I just some other woman in your string of bad decisions?” She shouts, and he can see in her eyes that she’s not sure how he feels or how she feels for that matter. Adam lets his temper get the best of him as he shouts back.

“Is that what you really fucking think of me?!” He tugs at his hair, and feels his anger continue to rise.

“What am I supposed to think? Am I supposed to think about how you’re my friend’s boyfriend! She shouts back at him, and that’s it for him. Adam goes out the door, slamming it on the way out. He’s furious, how could this go so badly after all they’ve been through together? This was supposed to be different, but maybe he was doomed to be in the same toxic cycle for the rest of his life.

                                   **********

It had been two weeks since your encounter with Adam and he had since been radio silent. You assumed he was trying to give you space, and you wanted to give it time for things to cool off. Your feelings for him were uncontrollable and could be dangerous. You were a girl’s girl, you weren’t the kind of girl to steal another’s boyfriend, especially not one you called a friend. But with Adam, you could feel yourself letting go and only wanting to be with him. You also hadn’t heard from Jessa in two weeks either. You wonder if Adam confessed to her what happened and that was why she was ghosting you. You had desperately left her voicemails and texts just wanting to know that she was okay, and still nothing. Now, you were giving up.

When you’re walking out of the café, you see Jessa, looking like her typical bohemian self. She spots you and waves, you wave back out of politeness but go about your business. Jessa comes up to you, and starts a conversation.

“Hey, Y/N it’s been a while. How are you?”

“Good, great actually.” You curtly respond, trying to get away from her. At this point, you don’t even care enough to ask how she is, because she’s here and obviously okay.

“Can we talk like we used to?” Jessa asks, and it set you off. You find yourself pointing a finger at her.

“Are you fucking serious, you don’t respond back at all not even to let me know you’re alive and you want to act like nothing happened?” You accuse her. Everyone had shit going on in their lives but you don’t fall off the face of the earth knowing that someone is worried about you.

“I know I’m a shit person but please?” Jessa whines.

“I have a half-hour before I have to head towards my next meeting.” You say and sit down at a small table. She accepts and sits down across from you. Soon, she’s sharing the whole backstory of her relationship with Adam, and she tells you that he went back to her to help her raise her baby. That really surprises you, both she and Adam had conveniently left that part out until now. Suddenly their relationship made a lot more sense knowing that information.

“Wait, when did this happen with Hannah and her baby?”

“It was right before we met, so three months ago. He hasn’t been the same, and I miss Hannah. My friendship with Hannah was the biggest relationship of my life and I gave it up for him, and he doesn’t even fucking care.” Jessa says as she lights a cigarette.

“You’re not going to like what I have to say.” You caution, praying that she will accept that, and be content with venting to you. Considering what happened and how you felt about Adam, you really didn’t want to get in the middle of their relationship again.

“Say it, you’re always honest. That’s what I like about you.” Jessa tells you and waits for you to share your opinion.

“Sounds toxic. You’re his second choice, a consolation prize because he couldn’t get Hannah back. I think you know that but you’re afraid to let him go because you gave up Hannah for him and you’ve never felt love before.” You say and watch her reaction, because you know she will be pissed.

“You’re a fucking bitch,” she spits out and takes a huff from her cigarette. You knew she wouldn’t like what you had to say. She then softens her face before saying, “But you’re right. Have you thought about being a therapist?”

“No, not my thing. I just listen. I think you have to choose. Either keep this détente with Adam until one of you breaks, or end it and try to repair your friendship with Hannah. You already know this, I think you just needed someone else to tell it to you.” You say, and she gives you a big hug before she leaves.

You head back on your way, now that you’ve got that detour out of the way. Jessa probably wouldn’t follow your advice but as her friend you felt like you had to tell her the truth. Your phone buzzes and when you check it, you have a new voicemail from Adam. You delete it and continue on your way. You could never pursue something with him, so what was the point of continuing the friendship, or whatever you had with him.

*********

Adam sits at the table reading his latest script. It had been four months since he had come back from Hannah and two weeks since his last encounter with Y/N. Y/N hadn’t contacted him and he didn’t contact her either, trying to give her space. He expected to Jessa to bail out of their relationship soon, and he thinks that even she’s began to accept that it won’t last. Really he should have definitively ended it when he came back from Hannah that night, but Jessa let him go back to Hannah, and still accepted him back when it failed. Then he should have ended it after he kissed Y/N but he didn’t want Jessa put the blame on her, and he respected Y/N too much to do that to her.  There’s a part of him that thinks it would seem ungrateful and cruel for him to end things with Jessa now. Though, he still might have to if she didn’t leave him soon because he knew he couldn’t stay away from Y/N for long. He was wallowing in his own misery now.

           He was thinking of Y/N more than ever, and what could have been. He was missing her friendship too and would be willing to accept just being friends with her. Adam had never had a lot of friends in his life, but Y/N was a good friend who was willing to listen to him, and they had so much in common. Two weeks without her was enough for him. He pulls out his phone and clicks on Y/N/s contact and leaves a voicemail.

           “Hey Y/N, this is Adam. Adam Sackler. I was wondering if we could talk again.”

           Adam hears Jessa come into the apartment, and she walks in to stand beside him where he’s sitting at the table. She then decides to sit before proceeding. She gently grabs his hand and tells him, “Adam, this isn’t working. We’re not working.”

           ‘Uh-huh. What makes you say this now?” He nods his head in agreement. Out of all things he thought Jessa would bring up, he was not expecting that.

           “Look, I held on because I was afraid to lose you, but we’re toxic for each other, and I’m your second choice. I deserve to be with someone’s fucking first choice, Adam. And, you should be with someone who’s your first choice.”

           “I agree.” Adam says after swallowing and clearing his throat. Jessa wasn’t expecting that statement because shock is on her face when she asks, “What do you mean you agree?”

“I feel the same way. I have for a while, but I didn’t know how to tell you and I didn’t want to hurt you. You saying that is a relief, what made you realize it?” He admits.

“I knew things weren’t right between us, and they haven’t been in a long time. Then I ran into Y/N today and she makes me think rationally.” She says as she packs her things quickly. Adam doesn’t want to push her, so he sits quietly at the table. Jessa then comes back through with packed bag, which she sets down by the door.

“We don’t have many couples’ friends but I know that you and Y/N got close. I get to keep Y/N. Your friendship with her was nice, but to clarify, she is my friend.” Jessa says with her undertones clear, Adam now knows that she knew how felt about Y/N or at least suspected it.

“What? Fuck no, you two don’t even have anything in common.” Adam says feeling his temper flare up. Jessa was just downright infuriating sometimes.

“Yeah well, she was my friend first so back off!” Jessa screams back at him.

“You can stay friends with her for all I care because it’s not going to stop me!” Adam shouts defiantly. A look of realization flashes across Jessa’s face as she asks, “Wait, you really do like her?”

“Of course I like her, she’s my--” Adam roars back, but Jessa cuts him off before he gets to complete the sentence. He’s glad he catches himself before he gives too much away.

“You like like her? You do want to fuck her, or have you already?! Don’t you fucking dare! She is my friend and she probably wouldn’t do that anyway because she has fucking morals! But don’t fuck my friend, Adam!” Jessa screams at him, and puts her finger in his face. He definitely won’t be missing their fights.

           “No I didn’t fuck her, but I definitely wanted to! I still want to, she understands me in a way you never have. But of course she was a friend of yours so she wouldn’t!” He finds himself yelling before he processes what he’s saying. Adam only wants to cut Jessa to the core. After the words are out of his mouth, he realizes what happened.

           “You are un-fucking-believable. I’m going to visit Hannah, in case you care, seems she was my only real friend all along.” Jessa says before heading towards the door.

           Adam puts his hands up in defeat, because he’s not going to make promises he can’t keep. He also doesn’t want to push Jessa, fearing that she’ll run to Y/N and turn her against him before he really has a chance to talk to her. Jessa grabs her bag and leaves.

Adam takes this as his chance to leave too. He can’t help but end up at Y/N’s doorstep, waiting for her.

***********

It was 10 pm and you had been up since 5:30. You were definitely about to crash, but luckily you were close to your apartment, just a block away. You walk casually, then you see someone sitting on the doorstep of your building. As you get closer, you notice that the person is a man, and man who looks like Adam. You think you must really be into him to the point that you think you’re seeing him everywhere.

Shit you think when you get close enough to realize that it is him. The guard at the gate must have let him in because he’s been over here so often. He looks amazing, like he always does. He’s wearing a tight-fitting t-shirt that shows off his arms and his muscular chest. While you try to figure out what to say, Adam begins by saying, “Hey, Y/N. you didn’t respond to my voicemail, so here I am.”

“Well, Jessa’s not here. I have no idea where she is.” You say and you shift your weight to your other foot. You stand a few feet away from where’s now standing on your stoop.

“I know, we broke up. She left.” Adam states. You can’t believe that Jessa actually listened to you. Though you’re now worried that you’re his third choice, since he showed up here right after she broke up with him. You’re not going to say that out loud so instead you inquire, “Then what are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see you.” He says and you know you’re doomed. You grab your keys and move past him to the door, not acknowledging his confession. Then, your heart over rides your head and you gesture for him to follow you inside. He obliges, stepping behind you and the two of you walk up the stairs to your apartment with tension laying heavy in the air.

[darthkieduss]

Reasons I hate Fat Donnie Trump (will update frequently)

#Republican, duh. #Narcissistic Personality Order #He lost the Popular vote. #No previous political experience #Has unrealistic ideas about how to solve America's problems, such as getting Mexico to pay for a wall to keep illegal immigrants out. #Vice President is a crazy fundamentalist Christian homophobic wackjob who thinks electroshock therapy cures homosexuality and can't be alone with a woman without his wife present. #Believes in unscientific ideas such as the idea that vaccines cause autism (I am autistic so this is a bit personal) #Has made comments alluding to sexual harassment. #Can't let any slight go. Even comments made about his sign. Jeez, Obama simply shrugged off the trolls and haters. #Won't stop bitch-tweeting. #Enacted the separation of children from their parents. #Tried to ban trans folks from the military. As long as they serve our country, who cares? #Suspended CNN's press pass after some tough questioning. #Is imposing insanely high tariffs on imported goods, mostly from China. #Supports unconstitutional profiling of Muslims. #Supports killing civilians in war. “We gotta take our their families” WHO THINKS LIKE THIS? #Posted troops on the border just for political advantage in the 2018 mid-terms. #Is a shameless self-promoter. #Can't admit his own faults. #Believes he's qualified for president because he's rich (said this in 2013) #Has passed insane tax cuts for the rich, which only increase America's budget deficit and national debt. TRICKLE-DOWN NEVER WORKS. #Had to be discouraged from invading Venezuela, who hasn't done anything to us and poses no threat to us. #Gets advice from Fox News. #Pulled out the Iran deal which was working. #Thinks that the way to show strength is by being a dick. #Cheated on every one of his wives and lied about it. We impeached Bill Clinton for it. #Has increased the military budget way too much. We spend $664 BILLION on the military. It doesn't need anymore. #Claimed Obama spied on him by wiretapping the Trump towers. Provided no evidence. #When he is criticized for something, he claims “Obama started it...” *facepalm* #LIES ON A CONSTANT BASIS. I think he lies just to see what his fans will believe... #He won't admit he lost the popular vote. He says "If you deduct the illegal voters." Oh please... #Is undoing everything Obama did just because it was Obama that did it. If he could bring back Osama bin Laden, he would. #WORLD LEADERS ARE LAUGHING AT HIM AND US #He has his cabinet kiss his ass on a constant basis. #He committed campaign finance violations during the election. #He fired FBI Director Jimmy the Giant Comey just because he wouldn't swear loyalty to him and was investigating him. That’s Obstruction of Justice. #Attacked former Attorney General Jeff Sessions for not closing the Mueller investigation. #He said he wanted to lower the minimum wage back in 2015. #The infamous "Mexicans are rapists" Comment. #Attacked the late John McCain for being a Prisoner-of-War. #Gave out a Senator's cellphone number out of spite. #Blamed Megyn Kelly's tough questioning on her period. #He said "Bring back torture EVEN IF IT DOESN'T WORK". (2015) ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?! #Tried to have his political opponents locked up. #"Jokes" about being president-for-life. If Obama had "joked" about this, the right would've lost their shit. #Threatened martial law in Chicago. #Praised Protestant bigot Norman Peale, who only opposed JFK simply because he was Catholic. #He violated the Presidential Records Act. #One of his tax cuts gave the poor $40, the ultra-rich $940,000 #He appeals to insecure men. #He and Jeff Sessions said it is ok to discriminate against gay people. #Complains about people not respecting the flag, says the guy who molests it. #Wants North Korean-style Military Parades. #Started that Obama birth certificate bullshit... He only said Obama was born in America in 2016...when it was politically-convenient. (*cough* back-pedaling) #He believes women are beneath him. #Doesn't believe in Global Warming. #Wouldn't stop saying interrupting Clinton in the debates. #Has more in common with the criminal Richard Nixon than anyone else. (Edit: He called for an end to investigations like Tricky Dick did in ‘74) #3.2 MILLION Americans lost their health insurance in Trump's first year. #"A terror attack would help me politically bigly." or we could NOT have a terrorist attack, thank you. #Claimed he would've run into a school shooting to confront the shooter without a weapon. BULLSHIT. #His lawyers say "I can't let him testify because he can't stop lying." #His budget obliterated funding for Science, Education, EPA & labor. #He encourages Republicans to break the law. #Tweeted FAKE photos to convince his fans that the border wall is being built. #Has committed obstruction of justice. (Edit: Confirmed by Mueller) #Said he's in favor of bombing civilians. #He had the USAF bomb an antivenom medical facility in Syria. #He said he only received $1 Million from his father. HE GOT $400 Million. ANOTHER LIE. #He makes everything about himself. Even 9/11. Who makes 9/11 about himself? #Claims he's completely immune to lawsuits over constitutional violations. Nixon said that, but it didn't work for him. #He's driving us to another Great Depression. #He threatened to punish the media if they weren't nice to him. #He calls the press "The enemy of the people" when they don't kiss his ass. #He calls Sean Hannity every night. Sean Hannity is a partisan hack who wouldn't turn on a Republican president even if he found out he was using JFK's Eternal Flame to light farts. He’s so far up Trump’s ass he can taste his lunch. #He still uses his private NON-SECURE cell phone, creating HUGE National Security problems. #He admitted his attacks on the media are just to discredit negative stories. #He claims he has the power to pardon himself. NO THE HELL HE DOESN'T. #Giuliani said Trump can't testify because his memory keeps changing. #THE MOST THIN-SKINNED PRESIDENT. #He is against the protections for pre-existing conditions. HE is a pre-existing condition. #When told Kim Jong-Un is a murderer, he responded "He's a tough guy." #He says Americans should obey him like North Koreans are forced at gunpoint to obey Kim Jong-un. #He trusts brutal dictators, but not our closest allies. #He is jealous of Kim Jong-Un's absolute grip on power. #He lied about the German crime rate to justify his immigration policies. #He suggested destroying the Constitution so he can deport immigrants faster. #Authorized USING LETHAL FORCE ON UNARMED MIGRANTS!!! #Lied to the United Nations, saying poverty in America doesn't actually exist. I PERSONALLY know people who are living in poverty. #He issued a gag order to stop government employees from talking to reporters. #He said, on tape, that if Senator Elizabeth Warren proved she was Native American, he would donate $1 million to a charity of her choice. When she did, and someone pointed it out, he said "I didn't say that." Whether or not he’s obligated to pay, he said he would but now he’s saying he didn’t say it. #Says people who criticize him are a threat to America. #His trade wars have cost 100,000+ American jobs. #People who work for him tend to be convicted of crimes... #Makes slanderous lies about us Democrats. #Told German Chancellor she owes him $1 Trillion even though she doesn't him shit. #76% of the claims Trump makes during his rallies are LIES. #He has committed at least NINE impeachable offenses. #He said he believes Russian president Vladimir Putin over OUR OWN intelligence agencies. #He once said in December 2016, "Fuck the law! I don't give a fuck about the law! I want my fucking money!" #Claimed we've won the war on poverty, so let's cut food stamp programs. No we haven't. #He threatened to nuke the economy to spite China. #He said he'd drain the swamp, yet he was 86 lobbyists on his staff. #He thinks everyone else is as stupid as he is. #Corporations are PRAYING that Trump tweets us into a war. #He told a crowd "reality isn't real" so they should ignore it. #Wages have tanked after Trump's wealthy tax cut. #Nixon was guilty as hell and Trump sounds just like him. #He actually claimed you need a Picture ID to buy cereal....CEREAL...WHO IS THIS STUPID?!?! #He claimed people will die if we don't make cars less fuel efficient. #By August 2018 his lie count topped 4,200+. By May 2019, it’s now 10,000+. #His administration is now allowing more toxic asbestos into our daily lives. #His wife plagiarized Michelle Obama in a speech during the election. #He watches tapes of his rallies to marvel at his own "brilliance", if that's what you call it. More like jerking off to himself. #He said military might is more important that jobs. #He said violating ethics rules to meet with Fox news is in "the public's interest" #Discreetly called for Hillary Clinton's assassination by firearm (”Second Amendment people”) if she had won. #Claimed he would ONLY accept the results of the 2016 election IF HE WON. #Said "Let's fucking kill him" of Bashar al-Assad. Yes, Assad is a bad man, but WE DON'T ASSASSINATE PEOPLE. #He said he wants to separate migrants kids from parents INDEFINITELY. #He acted like a total ass on the 2018 9/11 anniversary. #He denies that 3,000+ Puerto Ricans died in Hurricane Maria. #Pentagon officials had to stop Trump from tweeting us into a war. #American taxpayers spent $77 MILLION on Trump's Golf trips. #Criticized Obama for golf trips...has taken more golf trips in 3 years than Obama did in 8. #Said the FBI is a "Cancer to the country". #His administration cut cancer research funding to pay for child prisons. #Puerto Rico won't get statehood simply because they were mean to him. *His administration said Planet is burning down, so let's just ruin it now. *Says he loves North Korean dictator Kim Jong-Un. “We fell in love”. *Talked about his dick at the debates. *He is being investigated for tax evasion and fraud. *Hates immigrants, married two Eastern European immigrant, son of a Scottish immigrant and grandson of a German immigrant. *Claimed Iraq War was wrong, yet he has increased troop numbers there. *Compared sexual assault victims to arsonists. #He denied Saudi Arabia financial interests...AFTER bragging about them. #He hasn't condemned Saudi Arabia for their murder of journalist Jamal Khashoggi. #He mocked decorated Navy SEAL, saying they should've gotten Osama bin Laden sooner. WHAT? #He banned 2 Million Federal workers from discussing his impeachment at work. #He demanded that he leave the G20 during the climate change discussion. #He told about skyrocketing national debt: "I won't be here." when it explodes. #Called a US Senator "The Dick". #*His hush money payments were done ILLEGALLY, with campaign cash. #His cult sent bombs to everyone he criticized. Not saying he's directly responsible but that's how cultist his fans are. #He threatened to bring Saturday Night Live to court simply for making fun of him. Awww poor baby, is someone making fun of you? Good. #Never has a president been under so much investigations except Richard Nixon. #He pulled us out of the Paris agreements. #His 2018 government shutdown lasted 35 days and was over a stupid wall. #He only works 40% of the day. He's the laziest POTUS ever. #He pulled us out of the Intermediate-Range Nuclear Forces Treaty. HE STARTED A NEW COLD WAR. #He won’t release his taxes. If he’s got nothing to hide, why HIDE EM? #He threatened us Democrats, saying he has the support of the police, the military and “Bikers for Trump.” Bikers for Trump=BrownShirts. #Claims that windmill causes cancer and kill birds...Are you fucking kidding me? #His son Donny Douchebag got a crowd to chant “AOC sucks” like the douchebag he is. #Claimed his father was born in Germany. Fred Trump was born in NYC, how stupid can you be to not know where your parents were born... #Claims he should get 2 more years added to his term because those 2 years were “stolen” by the Mueller report. *facepalm-cringe* #He told 4 Progressive non-white Congresswomen to “Go back to where you came from”. 3 of 4 were BORN HERE, YOU FUCKING RACIST #One-uped the “go back to your country” but viciously attacking Elijah Cummings and Baltimore in a racist Twitter tirade. #Extorted the Ukrainian President to investigate Joe Biden (finally being impeached) #He's always blaming everybody else, complaining, never taking responsibility. #"I inherited a mess." You inherited millions of dollars, you whiny...little...BITCH!

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SIR Rebekkah Holylove : A Funk Lesson in Solitude

At sixteen Luther Vandross founded and served as the official president of a famous diva’s fan club. I can see him now, watching her seasoned shoulder bounce and measuring the funk in the black church two-step she makes across soul music platforms. He’s standing stage left, holding onto the curtain for balance. He’s lip syncing every song, calculating the mastery of her diction and phrasing. He’s studying her like a text; setting the stage for his own practice—one that would place him at microphones behind David Bowie, Chaka Khan, Barbra Streisand, Bette Midler and Donna Summer. He was Twenty Feet from Stardom and rising. Luther Vandross, the teenage boy, understood how Patricia Holt-Edwards from Philadelphia, became the legendary kick-your-shoes-off and snatch-your-own-wig when the tension builds between audience, music and voice; Luther Vandross presided over the fan club of Queen Motha Patti Labelle.

Strange things happen when an artist is moved to a new depth by another; we become fanatical about the fantastical beings who place us deeper into the abyss of craft. The management of details of who these artists are and how they come to being becomes a rite of passage. We obsess over the decisions they make to bring an album to fruition and take pride in knowing all things, from the major to the mundane; collaborations, music video direction, hair color, shoe size, inspiration behind the lyrics.  We fancy ourselves experts of our muses. And when it comes to black music, the stakes are higher—people stay questioning our responses to the brilliance of black artists; reading them as tribal reactions, as opposed to a focused study of mastery. But no. I’m from the school of Luther—committed to scholarship, research questions and methodology when pursuing the legends.

 There’s a strong chance that I became the unofficial president of Joi’s fan club twenty-five years ago. For twenty-five years, I’ve paid attention to her musical movement. Today, I feel confident that if asked to build a theoretical framework around the genius of her crunk-funk sound, I’d have my fucking PhD. Dr. DJ Lynnée Denise.

She’s a beast.

Joi occupies space in the lineage of artists who thrive across genre lines. How is that possible? Ask Prince, Ask Aretha, Ask Nina. Ask Stevie. Black people live hyphenated lives, so it’s fair to say our musicians embody and shift the context of what DuBois called “Double Consciousness,” musical cross pollination made available to the Souls of Black Folk. 

The three of us—Joi, DuBois and myself—have something in common: Nashville.

I saw Joi for the first time while I was sitting in the living room with a group of artists I met during my freshmen year at Fisk University in Nashville, Tennessee. She was in a straightjacket hanging on a meat hook in a blue lit walk-in meat refrigerator squirming with hopes of being released. The video was for the song “Sunshine in the Rain,” her first single. I’ve not turned away since.

DuBois graduated from Fisk in 1888, 109 years before me. Joi is the daughter of legendary NFL football player Joe Gilliam. She was a legacy student at the historically black public university Tennessee State on Nashville’s Jefferson Street. The intersections of our lives and the black excellence it carries spans centuries.

The artists in the room knew who she was and dismissed my awe with, “oh that’s Joi.” I was in her hometown. She was their hero. “Joi from down here” they said with regional pride from blunt stained lips, “she been on that different shit for years.” I took that to mean Joi was ahead of her time and an inspiration to the folks who watched her take shape.

I copped her debut album The Pendulum Vibe (1993) and listened to it nonstop for a good year. It filled the void created by LaFace’s TLC and the Sean Puffy girl group hip-hop soul phase. Don’t get me wrong, I fucked with Mary J Blige from day one and still do, but had real questions about the war on originality that was creeping into the black musical lexicon in a Bad Boy kinda way.

The Pendulum Vibe, ironically produced by the mind behind TLC—Dallas Austin, was a game changer, a call to arms for folks looking for sophisticated melodies and enough lyrical depth to drown in. Songs like Fatal Lovesick Journey had me pondering co-dependent relationships while puffing Black & Milds and drinking Alizé. There was well-placed wailing, playful and unapologetic sexual confidence and a genre defying southern rooted sound. Anti-formulaic, the music from this album spoke to my heart and gave me hope that Black America had something to compare to the brilliant UK Soul coming out of London and coming from my speakers. Though raunchier in her approach, Joi was in the Mica Paris and Caron Wheeler category for me. My ears recognized her as a kindred spirit. After the fiftieth listen of the Pendulum Vibe I sat myself down and said with all honesty, "this a bad bitch and the masses ain’t gon’ understand," hence her long-term relationship with the abstract term, the underground.

I'm torn.

Ever since I can remember I’ve been one of those people who rolls my eyes when I hear my favorite song from a new album I'm spending time with being played on the radio. I'm suspicious of what becomes widely accepted; afraid to see the artists I love hand over their authenticity to the police of mediocrity guarding the door of pop music in America. And yeah, everybody gotta eat, but why eating gotta equate to contractual agreements that alter your purpose? Prince’s decision to pen the word slave on his face in the 90s gave us an idea of what can happen when sitting down at the negotiating table with corporations who measure your worth by your marketability to an underdeveloped and musically ahistorical masses. I wanted to keep Joi underground where she was protected from the fuckery—following her own north star to musical freedom.

Her performances embodied all the funkiness my little soul had been waiting for at a time when black radio was pinned under the thumb of payola. She’s cut from the same cloth as Hendrix. Betty Davis. Vanity. One minute she gives you seasoned performer on a FunkJazzKafe stage alongside Too Short; then range and multi-dimensionality on stage with FishBone and De La Soul the next. Embedded in her vocal chords is a deep knowledge of Funkentelechy and Parliamentarian Cosmology, a heavy load of legacy to carry, but she’s bout it and lives inside the mashup.

Between 1996 and 2006, Joi recorded three more studio albums Amoeba Cleansing Syndrome (1997), a highly desired cult classic shelved before release due to the collapse of Universal Records.  It can now be purchased through her website, a gift for fans who were diggin’ through the crates in search of a copy. She produced the next two albums Star Kitty’s Revenge (2002) and Tennessee Slim is the Bomb (2006) independently.

Joi had a major hand in shaping the Atlanta Dungeon Family/Organized Noize sound; she sang background on Goodie Mob’s classic first album Soul Food; she worked closely with many artists, among them George Clinton, Sleepy Brown, Big Krit, 2 Chainz, Queen Latifah, and Tricky from London; she collaborated with Raphael Sadiq’s on his Lucy Pearl project; she joined Outkast on their final tour in 2014; and became a backing vocal for D’Angelo during his Black Messiah Tour in 2015. And still, with curriculum vitaé in hand, Joi found time to help, as she would say, “wipe down,” a few aspiring singers through her artist development business.

Upon moving to Los Angeles, after a twenty-year stint in Atlanta, she sat her ass down in a studio and pulled diamonds from a year of solitude to create a new gem of an album. S.I.R. Rebekkah Holylove. But don’t call it a comeback.

There’s a white-supremacist-mean-spirited-anti-intellectual-creamsicle-looking-fuckboy in the white house. I applaud anyone who can navigate this political shit show and turn away from social media long enough to concentrate on their respective practices. I live for the kind of high art that can offer the world a break from this reality fiction, and for these reasons and more Joi came through.  The journey of the album begins with three words that pushes us to the other side.

“Bitch I’m Free”

S.I.R. Rebekkah Holylove is what happens when anticipation meets expectations. Noteworthy is that this album, too, was produced independently in the spirit of Prince. He was one of the first artists to sell an album exclusively through a website because “Record company people are shady.”

Living liner notes are positioned between each track giving us poetic reflections that contextualize the song that follows or precedes it. Everything we need to move through the world of this album is provided, including a video for “Stare at Me” produced by Bruce Coles (Passerine Productions) and a cinematic vignette directed by Rahsaan Patterson. 

Joi’s is the only voice on the album. Don’t be fooled into thinking that there are three fellow bad bitches in the studio making it happen. It’s just her. She writes all the album’s lyrics, arranges all its vocals, and produces some of the tracks. She uses very little of the vocal compressor, an effect that most contemporary singers rely on, creating distance between authenticity and the voices you think you love.

I had a chance to spend some time with Joi in her studio, a live/work space she calls “The Funky Jewelry Box.” Inspirational posters and album covers drape the walls from Dolly Pardon to Led Zepplin and Natalie Cole to Minnie Ripperton. It’s an incubator for critical artistic thought up in there.

As I settled and began to think about questions that would unlock the door to the mysteries of this project, she was unwrapping a detox products from Dr. Sebi. “It’s a perfect time to fast,” she says, while removing the bubble wrap from a dark brown bottle of bodily goodness. She’s sitting at her recording station in an electric blue velvet cushioned vintage chair, “a rare find from a spot in LA,” she brags “undiscovered by hipsters and still affordable in its dealings.” The chair is perfect for the matriarchal themed nature of this album. Above her is a classic studio microphone that looks committed to its job and familiar with the racy nature of her spirit. There’s an intimacy between the two. We agree to listen to the album. She presses play and guides me through the sonic journey—joint in hand, ears on guard.

 “Ruler,” the album’s opening track sets an important tone. It’s a theme song straight out of The Wiz; a Glinda the Good witch anthem for women who understand the magic they walk with; Not Black Girl Magic, but Black Magic Women and their dominion over the proverbial Oz. Mind the distinction. Produced by Brook D’ Leux, Joi describes the song as a “declaration and celebration of the historical facts, a firm reminder of the greatness of women.” It’s a timely tune given the national dialogue concerning the crumbling of patriarchal-powered privilege. At the same time “Ruler” avoids being reactionary and trendy, there are no hashtags connected to this reckoning. The chorus is a command: “It's a never-ending, pitch black, goddess situation/Pussy power, life giving, matriarchy, salvation.” Period.

Joi takes the lead production credit in the song “Berlin,” and invites us inside the mind of a wanderluster fantasizing about a life alongside the people of Germany. While many artists fixate on cities like Paris and London, Joi paints a different kind of dance with a country rarely explored as a destination for aspiring Black American expatriates. “I’m on my way to Berlin, I hear it’s my kind of town.” She places herself under the light of a Berlin moon drinking a vintage glass of wine, but like a true gypsy spirit never commits to the place. “I want to call it home sometimes.” The song was written while Joi was getting her bearings in California. She uses the lyrics to negotiate a plan of action giving herself two years to make it happen, and when it does, the people of Berlin will know she’s arrived as an ATLien “Givin the Deutschland something they’ve never seen…High Priestess Funk Supreme.” Bopping her head from the blue chair she says “Berlin is one of my landing pads on the planet, it’s still on my mind and manifesting itself. The song is a call out to a future site.”

Joi’s racy songs have a long-standing history. On previous albums “Narcissica Cutie Pie” (Pendulum Vibe), explores sexual fluidity and bright dark fantasies about the spectrum of desire, while songs like “Lick” (Star Kitty’s Revenge) and “Dirty Mind” (Amoeba Cleansing Syndrome) help us hold the power of sex as a powerful tool that embodies Uses of the Erotic.  Sir Rebekah HolyLove builds on Joi’s collection of sex positive cantatas with “The Edge” produced and arranged by Joi with additional editing by Brook D’ Leux. A bass heavy funk monster that promises listeners a key to cities where “We can fuck until the dawn, making love til cherries gone”. I mean, yeah you’re married boo, but this is a acomplicated situation, the song implies. Cheating could become an option if good dick [or fill in the blank] is involved, and not many of us are willing to share that kind of ethical vulnerability on wax. And I don’t mean no disrespect to your official union, she asserts, but “you fuck me right and you’re mine tonight.” We never once forget that Joi is a human being dealing with the most undesirable and the most pleasurably outrageous scenarios that life asks us to consider; infidelity, heartbreak, orgasmic accomplishments. But the appeal is that she’s aware of the costs; “I’m standing on the edge with you/so if I jump will I fall or fly?”

In the song “Kush,” Featuring 2 Chainz and produced by Joi and Organized Noize we get another low bass banger. This time about a woman and her healing smokable herb, and what it means to pass one with a person you know good-and-well you’ll be taking home that night. Smoking as a form of foreplay is under-discussed. High sex deserves a love song and she delivers.

Far from insane to the membrane Cypress Hill or Snoop Dog indo smoke antics, we get reminded of the overlooked relationship that women have with a strain of weed that finds home in our exhale. Both Joi and Rihanna manage to pull off their relationships to weed well. It’s tastefully performative, radically unladylike and part of the pleasure in her solitude.

“Kingless” is a soundtrack for heart work and not surprisingly, the last song. Reflective and heavy with confession, admission and surrender. Produced by Joi, it gives us space to imagine what it might feel like to return home alone with all your matriarchal musings, global adventures and funk fantasies without a mate to share it with.  What does partnership look like for a rooted rock star? How does confidence read to potential companions who may or may not have received the necessary training one might need to be the queen’s match? Nevertheless, the desire (without desperation) to walk through the world with a lover is palpable. “Kingless” is the album’s only song that can be categorized as a ballad, should you feel compelled to pin it down to a style. But I heard it as a place of departure, a new turn on an old road. A shift in the spirit of the project, a bookend to a shelf of emotional intelligence in song. And she asks very simply who can match my royalty? My peer in love? My friend? Her answer; “Not a prince half grown”.

The song “Stare at Me” produced by Joi and Brook D’ Leau enjoyed an early release as a music video, but it strikes an important chord. I hear the song as a public health announcement about the egoist and narcissist nature of social media. She describes the song’s intent as representing “The multi-layeredness of wanting to be seen and of wanting to be left the fuck alone, also wanting to control the way you’re seen.” Social Media has created a kind of “hand-held seduction, hijacking my point of view.” Everybody’s watching she says “and I wish I didn’t care, I want to care less, but I want to be on your mind.” The video and the music do the song justice, there’s a visual narrative reinforcing selfie culture and the unwillingness to think through the nuances of big issues that’s shaping how we all relate. Instead, we get our opinions “hijacked” and find ourselves following the wave of the crowd. Musically, “Stare at Me” is so well constructed. The pauses and spaces, the kick drums and lyrics that dance through the bars.

 S.I.R. Rebekkah Holylove is a tribute to an album culture long forgotten. With the push for iTunes singles and music streaming culture, the intimate relating of album between artist and audience has been compromised. The album also holds its own up against a culture that produces albums at a rate impossible to enjoy, I’ll be listening to S.I.R. Rebekkah Holylove for years to come and “The Pendulum Vibe” brought me here.  Joi says she drew from various experiences to produce this album and she’s continued to work on other major projects (both in television and music), without compromising the integrity of her solo work. In her words “I have one of the most peaceful lives than anyone I know, but I recognize that solitude and peace is something I earned and it was necessary for this particular juncture.” 

Writing this piece felt like that time when Patti Labelle, and a fully established Grammy awarded Luther Vandross, shared a stage one glorious night in 1985. It’s that moment when student, fan, and gatekeeper of the musical masters graduate into a league of their own with a platform to articulate the many ways they’ve been shaped, artists marked by the legends.  And because Joi’s work has been canonized by a global community my work to unpack her work is really a citational practice. S.I.R. Rebekkah Holylove, is on a Black Atlantic continuum—a fantastic voyage will be had.  

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Black Cat That's What I Do I Read Books And I Know Things Vintage T Shirt

I got a Black Cat That's What I Do I Read Books And I Know Things Vintage T Shirt lot of PayPal will ship they would know they would know things about your child’s medical history in order to know about your child’s medical history in order to determine the value of your child on the market not to mention my baby was exotic as I’m I’m black and Indian Guyanese makes an mom is half black and half Puerto Rican so my daughter is a beautiful brown color is beautiful curly brown hair it’s a short she’s she’s an amazing get and knowing that I have a daughter that looks this way I understood the necessity for me to have to protect her with my life you mean because I light skinned I spent my whole life treat my finger like shit now God gave me a light skinned daughter I have to protect the child with my and I did that and I paid a steep price for but she still here and motherfuckers are still trying to take my daughter from I’m still being targeted and now using my own fucking family to try to do but that’s a whole other story and Danny golf line either. 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better be damn sure that it’s a really good story or as a really good poignant thingand that you don’t want that character come back like next week because I’m not going to greenlight unless it’s a big character that we need money from which is unwisely unless it’s a character toenails created in the Millbury back in the book living like fuck you I energies I feel that the oversight right will you use it though you so how long does it last its programs immediately by who I don’t recall the first person is resurrected by do know that it’s like 2003 so like three years later in Civil War they kill Bill foster Goliathand he still that I think will so well okay when when the comes next is sorely sort which is like so Joe you know you is scheduled to start another Keppra to tell him not telling Jim Starling not to contradict himself is like telling a horse not to gallop gracefully through a field it’s like a chef not to make a delicious meal if it’s just it’s just a thought It was just a 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White Supremacy, Charlottesville, and Trump...or Why I’m Disgusted With My Fellow White People

(READERS NOTE: This is NOT an attack on all white people in America. This is meant to be an attack against those sicko, deranged, and disturbed white people who not only had to show up in Charlottesville last weekend armed as if ready for World War III, but who also attacked the decency of the victim, Heather Heyer, killed by one of your kind with a vehicle in what is by all definitions a hate-inspired murder. To my fellow white people who have taken a stand against the racism and hate, as well as the murder, please continue to do so. To my fellow white people who have taken no sides, believeing that its not their problem, SHAME ON YOU for not taking a stand! What kind of moral lesson are you teaching your children by sitting on the sidelines??)

I probably said the bulk of what I wanted to say in just that little paragraph, but as it is my job to rant, rave, call out and shame the conservative establishment and especially the “too-far-right” or alt-right if it helps, then obviously I will do what I set out to do.But before I throw down on the alt-right and the various hate-groups out there who likely have members with Tumblr accounts, let me first review the events of the past weekend.

In Charlottesville, Virginia it was decided by a city council vote to take down a statue of a Confederate general, very likely moving it to a museum ground for display, though information about its ultimate destination have not been very forthcoming due to the recent episode I will go into. On the day the statue was set to be removed, three groups of protestors arrived on the scene, each for various reasons. I will not go into detail about the other two groups, as they were protesting in a nonviolent (or nonviolently threatening) way. The group who arrived, and who merits this rant, a motley mix of Neo-Nazis, Neo-Confederates, and militiamen, were the ones most threatening of violence, for they came armed for a major battle. You’d think World War III was just seconds from starting as you seen they walking, brandishing army knives, pistols, AK-47s, AR-15s and other semiautomatic and automatic weapons out in full view as if daring ANYONE to tell them they weren’t allowed to the site. This was the result of the previous night’s acts of violence near the Va Tech campus. There was the usual shouting protests and counterprotests, and there were name-calling, personal attacks, and shouts of derogatory and inflammatory rhetoric by the militiamen, and on several occasions this threatened to spiral into a full-blown bloodbath. Thankfully, law enforcement was there to keep the cauldron lid locked tight.

Fast-forward 24 hours later, to the scene of the nonviolent protestors, the militiamen who remained ready for a fight, then a single Dodge charged into the crowd of peaceful demonstrators. At least 29 people were injured, which was horrifying enough, but there was one fatality: Heather Heyer. The 32-year-old was crushed by the wheels of that Dodge, driven by a teenager who had been corrupted by the doctrines of the white supremacists and under the illusion that because their chief ally Donald Trump is now the 45th president of the United States, they could get away, literally, with murder. I refuse to use the individual’s name as I feel it would give him fame he doesn’t deserve. If you thought this story couldn’t get worse, then think again...

Within 12 hours of the incident, “President” Trump is informed of the situation in Charlottesville, including the death of Heyer and two law enforcement officers who died in a helicopter crash while trying to protect the demonstrators. Trump went before the cameras to offer his sympathies to the people who were injured, the families of the victims, and to condemn the acts of violence. BUT HERE’S THE THING, he did so in such a manner that it could best be described as “half-hearted, generalized, and ignorant of the entire situation”. In simple terms, he accused ALL SIDES of having a role in the violence and the deaths, while not even making any attempt to single out the white supremacists who were truly responsible. Former KKK Grand Wizard David Duke even had occasion to remind Trump that his “election” couldn’t have been possible without the vote of loyal white Americans, i.e the very white supremacists responsible for the atrocity.

But even as Trump was sent reeling by the backlash from Democrats and even many Republicans for his lackluster condemnation, and as tributes to Heyer began pouring in thru facebook and Twitter, them damned white supremacists began to denounce Heyer as a 32-year-old “slut” who was “useless” because she was doing “what women were intended to do, reproduce”. I cannot go into more detail on the things they said about her because its just too f**king stupid to even want to relive even if for the benefit of writing this blog. Needless to say, they got a backlash almost as bad as Trump got, but the threats against family and friends of Heyer was so bad that a planned vigil at the location where she died had to be canceled out of concern those white supremacists might try and harm or kill more people. The vigil took place on facebook, though some brave people did go to the location despite the threats and hold vigil there. 

Without having this turn into a Family Guy style “What Really Grinds My Gears” foray, what actually grinds MY gears is both the way in which the white supremacists attacked the character of the person whose death by one of their own caused such outrage, and the fact that Donald Trump once again did a half-ass job of condemning the heinous actions by calling them out by name. Mike Pence (None The Smarter), Vice President of the USA actually DEFENDED Trump’s statements..or tried to at least. But the backlash had gotten so severe that in a rare moment of realization that he was in serious doo-doo with public opinion, Trump finally came out and condemned in full the actions over the weekend, even calling out the various hate-groups involved. But these facts remain: 1) an innocent person died, killed by an act of domestic terrorism more serious than anything ISIS could dream up for the very fact that the terrorist WASN’T EVEN A MUSLIM, he was as “red-blooded American” as you or I 2) Donald Trump is STILL taking flak for his abysmal condemnation Saturday despite his more straightforward Sunday statement, and 3) Alt-right shock-jocks like Alex Jones are STILL trying to convince Americans that the entire incident, including the murder of Heyer, was staged by Jewish agitators working for the liberal left and Hillary Clinton (why the hell is SHE being dragged into this horrible situation only Jones himself can answer, if you can stomach it).

So now you wonder why I hold Trump personally responsible for the incident and others like it that have happened in the last six months? Go back to the very day he started his presidential campaign, and follow it all the way through, and the answer should be as plain as the nose on your face (unless you’re such a fan of his that what he says wouldn’t matter to you at all. Hell, let him announce World War III. You’d still cheer his speeches). Many of his fans and sycophants would call that “tough talk”. There is a WORLD of difference between “tough talk” and inciting rioting on a grand scale. What Trump did was unleash the forces of racism which we’ve managed with some degrees of success to keep contained, and sat back and watched while America ripped itself to pieces. What’s worse? Many of my fellow white people either openly support Trump’s efforts because they believe it’ll “Make America Great Again” as his slogan goes, or are uncaring about the entire episode for the reason that “it didn’t happen here”, or “its not my problem.” Let me tell you something: IT IS YOUR PROBLEM! How long do you think it’ll be before that poisonous rhetoric spreads into your neighborhood? Your schools? Your communities? You do nothing by choice at the risk of doing nothing by inability because it became too ingrained to risk your own safety to speak out.

For those among my fellow white people who have gone out to protest racism, and the doctrines of Trump, I salute you. Continue to stand firm against bigotry, hate, and prejudice. For those of you who remain uncaring and/or unconcerned, maybe its time you become more caring and concerned because it could be the difference between a united America and an America torn asunder. And to those who support/agree with/endorse the rhetoric of the white nationalists, Steve Bannon and Donald Trump..I can only say...SHAME ON YOU. Maybe you should remove yourselves from this country and travel somewhere where you might be more appreciated....

...like perhaps Hell.

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Bookshelf Briefs 5/28/18

Crisis Girls, Vol. 1 | By Hiroaki Yoshikawa | Seven Seas – If My Hero Academia is the Japanese shonen take on the standard “training superheroes” story, then Crisis Girls is the “moe for guys” version. Our superhero wannabe is Kaede, who can control zombies to help her protect the city, but is unfortunately a giant flake and something of a crybaby as well. She does have a more sensible minder, who tries to lecture her on occasional about morals and ethics. Why he wears full facial bandages and a metal face mask… is something we will no doubt find out later. There are the occasional villains who drop by, most of whom are about on Kaede’s level. This is cute-ish, but you can tell it’s not really up to much given that it’s not getting a full review from me. – Sean Gaffney

Golosseum, Vol. 1 | By Yasushi Baba | Kodansha Comics – I approached Golosseum with some amount of trepidation (honestly, that feeling hasn’t completely left after reading the first volume), but the series would seem to be an oddly addictive and pulpy ultra-violent manga. After highly-advanced technology known as “Peacemakers” have rendered most weapons obsolete, battles are fought and won through suplexes and hand-to-hand combat. It’s a premise that starts to fall apart under close scrutiny, but to be fair Golosseum really isn’t a series meant to be taken too seriously. The manga is incredibly over-the-top, its appeal originating from the absurdly extreme martial arts (and bodies) on display. Supposedly, Golosseum is also intended to be a political satire of sorts. Along with not-Hulk Hogan and not-Bruce Lee, important appearances are made by not-Hillary Clinton and not-Vladimir Putin (as well as actual-Grigori Rasputin). However, it remains to be seen how successful that particular aspect of the manga will ultimately be. – Ash Brown

New Game!, Vol. 2 | By Shotaro Tokuno | Seven Seas – We get to see the rest of the game release in this volume, as everyone works really hard to make sure it gets out and has been properly tested. This allows Aoba’s friend Nene to temporarily join the cast herd, and let’s her get as fleshed out as anyone is ever going to be in this genre. We also meet Umiko, who also tests the games but in general wants to tell you about her gun hobbies a lot more. As for our heroines from the first book, they’re still here, doing cute 4-koma things and doing their best today. If it sounds like I’m mocking New Game!, it’s only a bit—it really is a fun title to read and the girls are cute. But this is not exactly the most ambitious title in the world. Recommended for fans of the genre. – Sean Gaffney

Requiem of the Rose King, Vol. 8 | By Aya Kanno | Viz Media – It has to be said, whenever a woman in this series kicks ass, it always comes back to do them the most harm later. Here it’s Anne, who I praised in my brief for the last book, finally married to Richard but not at ALL in the way she wanted after what happens in the aftermath of book seven. And poor Isabelle just ends up dead, seemingly from a “witch,” though I’m somewhat skeptical about that. Richard, meanwhile, is at his broodiest yet, and even with a timeskip in the middle of the book seems to have shut himself off completely after the death of Henry. Of course, this assumes that Henry is actually dead. Requiem of the Rose King may be wandering off the Shakespeare track at times, but remains addictive. – Sean Gaffney

Requiem of the Rose King, Vol. 8 | By Aya Kanno | VIZ Media – Nobody ever really has a good time in this series, but that’s really true in this volume, with the possible exception of Edward, who is throwing drug-fueled orgies with his new favorite mistress, who happens to be a witch. She’s also behind the plot that brings down George and Isabella, which Richard allows to play out because George really is a threat to the House of York and his insulting behavior towards the king has not gone unnoticed. For his part, Richard is disgusted by the king, too, and makes a pact with Buckingham to start working towards taking the crown for himself. Meanwhile, he’s cold as hell to Anne and claims his soul died when he had to kill Henry. But did he really? Twisted, but essential. – Michelle Smith

Scum’s Wish, Vol. 7 | By Mengo Yokoyari | Yen Press – This is still well written, but I can’t say I’m enjoying Scum’s Wish anymore. Part of the problem is the ongoing Ecchan plotline, which goes exactly the way that I thought it would and just leaves everyone upset. No surprises, it was never going to end happily, but part of me sort of hoped Ecchan’s sexuality might be gone into a bit more. As for Akane, this volume delves into her past and why she’s acting the way she does, which essentially amounts to a combination of “I’m really good at it” and “I’m empty inside.” Unfortunately, the idea that the reader is rooting for her to end up with Narumi is ludicrous at this stage. The layout, plotting and dialogue of Scum’s Wish is superb. I’ll finish it, but I wish I liked it more. – Sean Gaffney

A Strange & Mystifying Story, Vol. 3 | By Tsuta Suzuki | SuBLime – This was a reread for me, but it’s been quite a few years. I had forgotten how utterly lovely and charming the romance is between forty-something museum director Minamiura and the unfriendly-seeming-but-unexpectedly-honest twenty-something Hatoki. Hatoki is captivated by Minamiura’s easygoing air, and I love that eventually Minamiura grows tired of waiting for Hatoki to do something about it that (in the brief bonus store) he eventually pounces on him. I wish the whole series were about these two, in fact. The second half of the novel is about Minamiura’s former stepson and the guardian beast who was expecting a girl to be his bride, and it’s fine, but I hope we don’t go back towards supernatural smuttiness of the first two volumes. Still, I’m looking forward to volume four finally being available in English! – Michelle Smith

That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime, Vol. 5 | By Taiki Kawakami | Kodansha Comics – I will readily admit that I have been enjoying That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime far more than I ever thought I would. There have been a few missteps here and there, but overall the series has been a highly-entertaining read that plays around with well-established tropes of the fantasy and isekai genres. This volume focuses on the conclusion of Rimuru’s fight against the Orc Lord and the immediate aftermath of the battle. Despite Rimuru being so incredibly superpowered, the showdown was still an engaging one because the potential for failure remained. Rimuru himself may be able to survive just about anything, but that outcome isn’t guaranteed for his allies. More and more monsters have joined forces with Rimuru over the course of the series–goblins, ogres, lizardmen–at this point it seems like he’s being setup to become something of a saviour figure. – Ash Brown

To-Love-Ru, Vols. 7-8 | By Saki Hasemi and Kentaro Yabuki | Seven Seas – To-Love-Ru is a title that by its very nature is always skirting around the edge of being bad. So when you get a subpar volume like this, it’s hard not to sigh and try to flip ahead a bit. We see investigating haunted houses, trapped on a deserted island, and more of the tsun-heavy prefect, which means that Rito gets the crap beaten out of him even more than usual. Why does he get the crap beaten out of him, you ask? Because To-Love-Ru is for teenage boys, and thus the girls are frequently naked and he is always falling into their boobs. It’s never a good sign when you’re longing for the subtlety of Love Hina. To-Love-Ru gives its readers what they want, but I’m pretty sure I don’t want it anymore. – Sean Gaffney

By: Michelle Smith

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MODERN MILITARY LEADERSHIP: Getting Caught In The Groupthink Trap

(Volume 24-09)

By Colonel (ret'd) Pat Stogran

I have spent my entire adult life trying to practice the craft of leadership. That was a formidable task for me because, in my opinion, I was blessed with few of the attributes that we have come to expect of our leaders, but I worked hard to develop them.

Then in mid-stream of my professional development as a combat leader in 1994 I had a “Come to Momma” moment in the Former Republic of Yugoslavia, when the so-called leaders of the so-called international community failed big time in living up to the expectations of them by people being murdered by the hundreds in my experience in Bosnia, or by the tens, even hundreds of thousands in Rwanda that they would be protected. This caused me to rethink much of what we understand leadership to be, and who we think the “Leaders” in our society truly are. That experience caused me to separate leaders from extremely ambitious people — those who are inordinately successful in climbing to the top of the food chain in their chosen fields.

Leaders, like careerists, are normally found at or near the top of their respective organizations, like the generals and flag officers of the CAF; that, however, is where the similarities between the popular interpretation of leadership and my personal model ends. In my opinion, a leader does not need to be popular or charismatic, although he/she must have the ability to inspire others. A leader does not have to be a saint — an unreal expectation because nobody is perfect. Moreover, I believe that leadership is not necessarily transportable — a right of passage that once you have successfully “led” an organization that you become, from that time forward, known as a leader and can be expected to move to another organization and repeat the success.

As I reflected in the aftermath of having my leadership bubble burst in Bosnia, I wondered how I might have been able to admire what I perceived to be the strong leadership of general officers in the former Soviet Union or Nazi Germany, as they were leaders in murderous, despotic regimes. I reasoned that if the Nazis or Soviets had won the Second World War or the Cold War respectively, then society would have universally lauded those people as great leaders. So one of the attributes I embraced for my revised personal leadership model is that “Leaders” are winners. One cannot have a winner without competition and war is competition in the extreme, so such a canon would appear to be appropriate. And had one of those despotic regimes won, there is no doubt in my mind that we all would be celebrating those generals as great leaders. So a corollary that fell out of that theorem for me is that leaders serve a greater good. Beyond one’s personal successes, the achievements of good “Leaders” serve the welfare of the team and the fans as much as or more than they seek to satisfy their own ambitions.

At the top of his respective field, Wayne Gretzky, The Great One, should be considered the embodiment of a leader before another accomplished sports leader in the field of athletics, Ben Johnson. In the case of Gretzky, his team as a whole benefitted from his contribution on the ice and the sport as a whole benefitted greatly from Gretzky as a hockey icon. Note that this is just an analogy because it can be argued that Johnson’s accomplishments as a sprinter, despite the doping scandal, offered collateral benefits to the sport and other runners.

I left the Canadian Armed Forces because it was clear to me that we were going to have our asses handed to us in Kandahar. We were bound to fail there for a myriad of reasons, not the least of which was groupthink. A trued “Leader” would have thought critically, had the courage to tell the powers-that-be that we were failing, and come up with some new ideas in order to bring peace and stability to Afghanistan. American LGen Stanley A. McChrystal crossed that Rubicon in 2009, but it was too little, too late, and overshadowed by his subsequent firing for dissing his commander-in-chief. A deduction that falls from this hypothesis is that “Leaders” think differently from the rest of the crowd. A lot of very rich theory has been written in recent years about thought leaders, a term that I believe is redundant because what distinguishes “Leaders” from the mindless masses is how they think.

After I left the military I became much more eclectic in my study of leaderology, a term I embrace because leadership is such a misrepresented phenomenon. One of the first books I read was The Leaderless Revolution, by Carne Ross, a former British diplomat to Iraq who resigned over the U.S.-led invasion of that country. With his vast knowledge and experience in international affairs he examines phenomena like Occupy Wall Street and the Arab Spring and offers the theory that modern technology has empowered ordinary people to challenge the status quo and suggests that they will be able to take power and change politics in the 21st century.

Although his premise can certainly be challenged by the brutal way tyrants have since dealt with the Arab Spring and how the Occupy movement seems to have withered on the vine, what I found compelling was that the revolutions Ross speaks about were anything but leaderless. To the contrary, in fact, I would submit that there were many, many “Leaders” in each instance. Modern technology simply harmonized the efforts of local leaders who in previous times would have fought their fight for the greater good in isolation, completely unaware that there were people leading similar local movements all over the place.

I have come to realize that activists are the real “Leaders” in our society, and that many of those people we like to characterize as leaders are nothing but the most successful conformists. War is raging in the world, and it seems to me that our so-called leadership is desperately clinging to the status quo.

Notwithstanding the industrial wars that are raging in Ukraine and the Middle East, Canadians seem to have tucked them away in their consciousness as isolated incidents that if we engage in them over there, we won’t be affected here at home. North Korea fires a couple of missiles into the ocean and it sends our populace into a tizzy about ballistic missile defence, and the military industrial complex is laughing all the way to the bank.

Meanwhile cyber wars, information wars, race wars and class wars are threatening us all in our homes while our so-called leadership seems to be as oblivious to that as the world was to gravity before Newton wondered why an apple fell to the ground. If we reverse-engineer the Trump phenomenon in the United States, we can see how Putin’s Russia seems to have been actively engaged in what has come to be known as a “hybrid war” or the Gerasimov Doctrine, named after Chief of the Russian General Staff Valery Gerasimov.

Russia’s engagement in the industrial wars that erupted in Ukraine and Syria, the hacking of the emails of Hillary Clinton and the Democratic National Committee, the planting of fake news and commandeering of Facebook advertisements have also captured our attention of late, but I believe we are failing to see the seriousness of what we are witnessing beyond the flood of refugees across our shared border. We can be sure that Putin has been courting Trump’s ego and enticing the likes of retired U.S. Army LGen Michael Flynn to turn on his country for years now, which has thrown the United States government into a tailspin of potentially catastrophic proportions.

As sure as we can be about that, it would be irresponsible for our leaders not to assume that the Russians are capable of closing down the North American power grid at a time of crisis and flooding our corporate and social media outlets with overwhelmingly confusing propaganda and reams of private and financial information in time of crisis and prepare accordingly.

As I mentioned last month, it appears, the Canadian government is embarking on some form of offensive cyber capability, but it is too little, too late. No leadership there — totally reactive. Real leaders should be constantly looking for ways of gaining an edge over their adversaries, not seeking to explain their past failures and doing the same thing we have always been doing, just more vigorously.

As Einstein said, “We can’t solve problems by using the same kind of thinking we used when we created them.” In my opinion the real “Leaders” today manifest themselves in the form of the Edward Snowdons of this world and the pimply-faced nerdy computer geeks in the Anonymous-like entities on the Internet that are taking on the corporate elite on behalf of the masses. Whether or not they are actually working for a greater good or out of selfishness and are harbouring ulterior motives remains be seen, and we may never know if “they” are not the ultimate winners.

Let’s hope that happens, because until our leadership stops putting getting promoted or elected ahead of the greater good of human kind and the way we reflect that as Canadians and as a Nation, things are likely going to get a lot worse before there is any hope of them getting better.

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Hillary and Her Cult of Personality

Hillary’s been making the rounds on the talk show circuit promoting her newest book, “What Happened,” and while I’ve been in South Florida isolated from 24-hour cable news (thanks Irma!), I am feeling a bit of FOMO reading the cited sound bites on my social media feeds.  To be clear, I am a politics junkie, not a die-hard Hillary fan.  But for anyone who has a passion for American politics, the fact that Mrs. Clinton published a book about her failed 2016 campaign is exciting news indeed.  Her breadth of experience in the White House, Senate, State Department, and on the campaign trail makes her a public figure very much worth this sort of attention.

I voted for her.  I’ll be up front about it rather than have you try to read through the lines here…  And I’m usually way more interested in discussing policy nuances and debating the merits of someone’s proposed agenda, but I think it’s important that I be up front about this.  Because while I admire her as a shrewd politician and a noble stateswoman, I was not a big fan of Hillary Clinton, the 2016 candidate for the Democratic Party.

She poses the title of her book as a rather candid question to us that I’m sure was painstaking for her to address.  What happened?  While she seems rather sincere in taking responsibility for her campaign’s shortcomings, she needs to address a few elephants in the room – her e-mails, James Comey, and Bernie Sanders.  What I am waiting to see is if she addresses the cult of personality that on one hand, emboldened some of her most fervent supporters, and on the other, left many would-be supporters like myself feeling, “meh…”

What do I mean by her cult of personality?  Well, there’s been absolutely no one like her in American politics.  She is sharp, aggressive, unapologetic about her values, and unabashed in her steam-roller style that has no mercy for her political opponents.  <Queue the militant feminists among us> “Well, would you be saying that if she were a man?” No, I wouldn’t.  And that’s the exact point.  She is a woman.  And the aura that was built around #ImWithHer was a misrepresentation of the implied female empowerment movement latent in her campaign.

Let’s be honest.  Some Democrats supported Clinton because they thought she finally deserved the coronation… Sorry, I meant nomination.  With Bernie’s campaign surprisingly attacking from the Left, ardent Hillary fans weren’t having it though.  Does anyone remember the profanity-laden “All-Caps Explosion of Feelings Regarding the Liberal Backlash Against Hillary Clinton” that circulated on social media in early 2016?  Or how about signs at anti-Trump rallies reading, “If Hillary won, I’d be having brunch right now.”  These are cringeworthy and, at-best, superficial understandings of what a Clinton presidency would have looked like.

I really didn’t care about her e-mails.  I think that right-wing pundits made a big deal out of it because they had nothing better to attack her with.  If they were so concerned with national security, they should have been just as fixated with Donald Trump’s ties to white nationalism and the possibility of Russian influence on our governance.  What I did care about though was the fact that Hillary Clinton’s campaign was accepting money from corporate donors and that the Clinton Foundation was accepting money from foreign governments.  And what a shame for her being that Bernie Sanders swore off the practice and still ran a solid campaign.

Speaking of Bernie, I’m kind of tired of being labeled by Hillary and her supporters as a “Bernie-bro.” On one hand I like the moniker, but on the other, coming from her, there is such a snide undertone that implies some sort of false sexism that motivated his supporters.  Wasn’t Susan Sarandon one of his most prominent endorsers?  I’ll get into why your argument is bullshit later on.  Just keep reading…

Anyways, for all the shit that Trump’s gotten for his ties to Russia, let’s talk about the Clinton sympathies for racist and apartheid politics in Israel that she has espoused for YEARS.  Does no one else see this as a problem?  Benjamin Netanyahu is basically the David Duke of Israel, and yet in an op-ed she authored in 2015 entitled, “How I Would Reaffirm Unbreakable Bond with Israel – and Benjamin Netanyahu,” she claims that violence on all sides must stop.  All sides… sound a bit Trumpian, huh?  So for my so-called feminist friends, when did it become okay to blame the victim?  I guess feminism, gay rights, and child advocacy are worthy causes until they protect Palestinians.  Is it okay for me to use the term “feminazi” just yet?

Let me not mince words – this is a BIG FUCKING DEAL and informs me, as an American voter, about a candidate’s inherit views on race relations, criminal justice, foreign policy, and the boldness of his or her leadership.  Jimmy Carter worked hard for justice in Palestine, albeit as a former president, but even Obama didn’t pretend like he was chummy with Bibi Netanyahu.  Hell, Israel is not a monolithic electorate!  There are swaths of Israelis and American Jews that think Netanyahu is not good for the security of the US or the Middle East.  The fact that Mrs. Clinton thought it was necessary to write that op-ed angered the hell out of me.  And the fact that my Hillary-supporting friends thought that my hesitation to vote for her was unwarranted drives me just as mad.

About 2 weeks before the election, I had a conversation with my Republican mother about who we were planning to vote for.  Trump was out of the question for me, but I was leaning towards Jill Stein.  And for the first time ever in my life, my mom encouraged me to vote for a specific candidate.  She was fully supporting Hillary Clinton – not as a liberal, not as a conservative, not as Hillary’s cult of personality... Just as a voter who was looking objectively at two candidates and deciding which deal was better for our country.  And it’s not just because my mom was (is) disgusted by Trump.  My mom was convinced that Hillary was well-qualified to lead the world.  In that conversation, I figured that maybe she was seeing something that I wasn’t. Mama’s words were enough, and so I went to the ballot voting for Hillary, but keeping in mind that the fight for social justice was absolutely not over.

Well here we are.  The fight for social justice is NOT over. But instead, we are trying to fight Trump’s tendencies towards white-washing this great country of ours. Look – Trump SUCKS ASS.  Literally.  You could probably find some tape in Moscow of him doing so with a Russian prostitute.  He is a detriment to our government, gets in the way of legislative processes, and is a very poor statesman with little negotiating capital.  He has a Republican majority and can’t get shit done.  As my old man would say, it’s like a eunuch in a whorehouse. Hillary would have gotten shit done. So by her addressing “what happened,” she is allowing an appropriate moment for America to have a national conversation about who we are and where we would like to go.

My heart broke for her when she lost, and despite having many disagreements with her, I think she is an asset for any political party and has a right to share her voice on American politics for as long as she desires.  She is STILL more seasoned than Donald Trump and can still bring about effective change in Washington and on Main Street.  Unfortunately, it’s just not in the White House.  Love her or hate her, she sure is fascinating.  Plus she’s about to make a shitload of money with that book.  Go get it Mrs. Clinton!

[yeseverythingtrump]

Morning MAGA – 21 Feb 2017 – Globalists vs Patriots – Also, Surprise Interview No.4: Nancy Pedozy

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Up and at 'em, you beautiful bastards! Yet another fine day has dawned upon our Trump Timeline, in the greatest nation on earth. So here's to wishing our BIGLY President Donald Trump a productive week, as he continues to inspire greatness amidst a shower of liberal tears. I gotta admit, it still feels soooo good being able to say those magic words: President Donald Trump! PRESIDENT DONALD TRUMP! Ooooh, does that hurt, Leftists? I bet it hurts…

We have much to celebrate, from bringing our jobs back to the USA and lowering tax rates, to building our wall and putting an end to that godawful disaster known as Obamacare. However, during this moment of joy, let us spare a thought for those nations abroad who are so much less fortunate than us. And let us give thanks that we do not live among them!

We are not stuck in Sweden, the RAPE CAPITAL of Europe, where Somalis and other Muslim invaders rape and murder without consequence. Sweden is burning right now, folks, and the only people who seem "surprised" by this are the MSM. Who would have thought, right? I mean, it's not like the rapefugees stream their rape sessions live over Facebook or anything. Oh, wait…

We're not in France, where apparently the only requirement for violent looters to trash a city is for a minority to make a false claim (without a shred of evidence) to local FAKE NEWS outlets that he was "raped" by the evil white policemen. Yup, that's all it takes in the globalist world, folks.

We're thousands of miles away from Germany, also known as Cuck Central, where George Soros influences every EU agenda while his sponsored AntiFa thugs continue to spread violence, racism and hatred. Sure, he might have the US media in his pocket, but not our president. Not this time, Georgie!

That said, the important thing to remember in all this is that these divisions have nothing to do with left versus right, nor conservative versus liberal. There is only one battle going on here, folks, and that is GLOBALISTS versus PATRIOTS. Patriots like you and I, standing up against corporate fat-cats who wish to employ Marxism in order to perpetually enrich themselves. But hey, don't take it from me when there's someone far more qualified than I am to elaborate on this fuckery.

  Interview time! So, in keeping with our Q&A sessions involving the sneakiest sneks in America, we have thus far brought you:

Not-David Brock

Not-Elizabeth Warren

And Not-John McCain!

Well, today we're going one step further to bring you the woman who is most definitely not the Minority Leader of the House of Representatives… That's right, this is not the Nancy Pelosi interview, bitches.

Surprise Interview No.4: Not-Nancy Pelosi

The_Donald: Welcome to our domreddit, Congresswoman. Please, take a seat…

  Not-Nancy Pelosi: What, because I'm a woman I just HAVE to sit? I need to park my ass down, like a good little housewife, huh?

  The_Donald: Well, that started out entirely as expected. Ma'am, you are more than welcome to stand, if you so prefer?

  Not-Nancy Pelosi: That's okay, sweetie. I'm just fucking with you! I'd love to take a seat.

  The_Donald: Um… okay then. You're not normally known for your sense of humor, so that certainly comes as a welcome surprise.

  Not-Nancy Pelosi: Well honey, at this stage of my life, every time I come is a welcome surprise!

  The_Donald: Oh, stop it you! If Bill Clinton ever reads this, you might acquire a new stalker.

  Not-Nancy Pelosi: Hah! Could you blame him, after being married to that miserable old wombat? Gosh, listen to me! You're going to ensure I stay anonymous throughout this interview, right?

  The_Donald: Absolutely! Now, what do you say we talk politics for a moment?

  Not-Nancy Pelosi: I say politics gives me a lady-boner. So let's get on with it! But first, tell me, are you a fan of Basic Instinct?

  The_Donald: The movie? Wait, where are you going next with th- OH GOD! Jesus Christ. How will I ever unsee that? Ma'am please, let's never do that again! I beg of you.

  Not-Nancy Pelosi: Oh, you're no fun! Pocahontas said you'd be up for a party, though I do concede that she might have been drunk at the time…

  The_Donald: Lord, give me strength. Alright Congresswoman, let's move on from this as quickly as possible. Would you mind elaborating on the reasoning behind the Democrats' stalling of the president's cabinet appointments? Does it simply boil down to spite?

  Not-Nancy Pelosi: Well, no, there's no spite intended. It is merely a case of being thorough in order to ensure that President Bush has prioritized the best interests of the American people.

  The_Donald: Um…

  Not-Nancy Pelosi: Fuck. I did it again, didn't I?

  The_Donald: Never you mind, ma'am. We all make mistakes. Next question: With so much evidence surrounding allegations of pedophilia among Democrat officials, there appears to be a direct correlation between the interest in such crimes and the globalist-slash-media attacks on public personalities such as PewDiePie and Milo Yiannopoulos. Are these simply distraction techniques employed to fool the public into overlooking the real issues involving DNC officials?

  Not-Nancy Pelosi: Look! Behind you! It's a giant, er… moth thing!

  The_Donald: Wait, don't leave! Where the hell is she running off to?

  –Interview terminated–

We offer our sincerest thanks to Not-Nancy Pelosi for sharing her insight into the inner workings of the DNC. Also, we'd like to offer our condolences to u/IFIFIFOKIEDOKE, who was seated front and center during the, um, uncrossing incident, and hasn't stopped crying since.

  President Donald Trump's Schedule for Today

10:30 AM – Receive daily intelligence briefing – Oval Office

12:30 PM – Lunch with Tom Barrack – Presidential Dining Room

4:00 PM – Receive a National Security Council briefing – Situation Room

6:30 PM – Dinner with Vice President Pence – Presidential Dining Room

  WikiLeaks Spotlight

One of our busiest patriots, u/SA4Trump, has been doing a lot of digging through Wikileaks info as of late, and has uncovered some interesting details we'd like to get more eyes on:

Mike Flynn challenging the Obama Administration and US Intelligence Community. No wonder they were seeking revenge!

John McCain's letter to the Russian government, requesting funding for his '08 campaign. Sneakiest snek of them all, folks.

The UN Security Council identifies drug trafficking as a threat to international peace and security. But Trump's calls for border protection are racist, right?

Sweden, of all countries, worked with Hillary Clinton on a resolution regarding conflict-related sexual violence. Talk about hypocrisy. Sheesh.

Nice work, 'pede! We appreciate your digging through these leaks for the benefit of our users.

  Would You Rather…

  …team up with based Mike Rowe, as the pair of you work together to build a section of The Wall?

  OR

  …get to be the cop who mans the water cannon, when BLM rioters are officially identified as domestic terrorists?

[calypsoff]

Eight

I hate and love interviews, I feel my overseas interviews are better than my American ones, “you done girl?” I said to my makeup artist “break is over near enough” Mylah laughed side eyeing me “all done” she walked off, taking in a deep breath “all set! We resume in three, two and one!” turning to Jonathan “welcome back, we have the beautiful Rihanna. Did you ever think you would be this famous? Looking back, did you think you would be known by millions of people? Like you can’t even have space now, we have fans knocking outside” I chuckled “erm, it’s hard. I love to have my space, I find my peace at home and that is in Barbados, this is where I can be me when I am at home. I can drive, I can see my people so I do go back there every time to get peace” I hate when I talk with my hands, now I can notice it, it is actually annoying “do you get asked for pictures there or not? Or are you the people’s princess like you are here” I giggled “am I a princess here? Well in Barbados they don’t hound me, if there are tourists around then I may get it but the people, my people. They call me Robyn; I am Robyn to them. I get all the love and hug for being me, and it’s a great feeling because I have inspired a new generation of talent there, that you can do it. I love my home, and that is my peace” clasping my hands together, I need to stop “I have been Barbados before it’s a beautiful place, so what is next for Rihanna? The empire you are building” raising an eyebrow “empire? Well next for me is I am working on another album and, I have something in the pipeline that I think people will love and won’t see coming, it’s a big collaboration. It’s something I have always wanted to do; I can’t say it but it’s coming. But that is me right now, I have a few projects coming up but I am working on a new album” nodding my head smiling “you know what I love about you? So I don’t keep up with who is dating who but, we all go through horrible break ups but how you and ASAP Rocky, your then boyfriend. The way you both broke up was so fluid, I couldn’t even comprehend how amicable that was, there was no mean words or anything. Just yes we have love for each other but as friends, so smooth. What advice do you give to people that don’t want to be with their partners?” I wasn’t expecting that question “wow, it’s hard because everyone is in different situations but you need make yourself happy, I tried to carry it on but I was doing it for what was around me, so people adored him and us together but I am a happier person now. The would be, go with your heart” even though my heart is in hiding now, I did go with my heart.

Sitting in the car next to Jay Brown “next up Miami!” I spat; I need to start working on my album now. I have been here in London for longer then two weeks and it’s getting too much, I have people that want to add their vocals onto the songs I have kind of already done “yes, I don’t understand and I never got to ask, why did you break up with Rakim when you was both perfect?” I knew he would start “perfect for promotional things, we are better as friends and we knew that. We went wrong when label got involved and got us together” he won’t like that “got involved? We didn’t force you both together” I sniggered “sure, that is what that meeting was for then? Just to say hi to us, we practically had a meeting about it. Doesn’t matter now, we are happy, and we still talk” shaking my head, he is annoying. Men are actually very annoying, Chris included. It’s been about two weeks now, no contact from Chris at all. I did think, let me do it and he didn’t contact me back. He didn’t even read my message either, he hasn’t posted anything at all but delete pictures of his ex. I have posted pictures thinking he would react, no. So fuck him, I guess that is it. More so, my heart is in hiding and has been ever since New York, it hurts but we move on. I mean I didn’t ask for much, I said dick appointments but whatever, my fingers are fine.

Hugging Sonita “I am sad you not coming with me, but we will meet soon. I will be back in Barbados before you know it. I love you” we are now having to split ways, Leandra and Sonita are both going back home “I love you too, this has been great. Just to spend time with you” moving back from the hug “and bitch, meet me in Miami when you can” hugging Leandra “you know me, I will be behind you. Have a safe flight while we ride economy” I chuckled “only the best for two hoodrat bitches” I cackled moving back from the hug “girl fuck you, love you Robyn!” waving them off, Rich picked up my suitcase “let’s go back to the USA whores” I would have got the jet but I rather just fly business class on a plane, I don’t really care for being on a jet. Only when I am with my family I will put us all together but I am working I just fly on a plane, but then you get the added bonus of paparazzi up my ass “you leaving us Rihanna!” one shouted, smiling as I continued to walk with Rich. Get me to the VIP lounge so I can have some peace “love you Rihanna!” as soon as the guy shouted my name the whole airport decided to push and now this is where is gets draining.

“Christopher” I groaned, my vision blurred and the lights. Opening my eyes only to close them again “Christopher, take your time. He is coming around, this is good” frowning with my eyes closed, pain hit me so hard. Opening my eyes slowly “son” my dad’ face all in mine, I am confused “Clinton, please don’t get in his face” hearing my mother say “what happened” I managed to say and then it hit me “Christopher, you are in hospital right now” it hit me, closing my eyes again and it’s there. I got beat up, I knew that shit I did would come back to me, I knew them niggas would come at me for snitching “we will give him a moment, just let him come around” hearing the doctor say, I was beating that guy up when he came at me, I remember but then I blanked out “how long has it been?” my throat is dry, I feel so lost “to be exact, we put you in an induced coma, worried for the injuries to your brain. It has been overall two weeks” I breathed out “oh my god” I said in a whisper, I have been gone for two weeks.

My mom is emotional but so am I, I blanked out but between that time I could have been killed but it makes me wonder why I wasn’t, how am I here. I feel the pain “we was so scared Chris, we thought we lost you. The doctor was saying all sorts of things to us, I told you to move back with us” shaking my head “my own family hate me mom, because I got their son more time for snitching. They hate me here, look what happened. All I did was come to see you both, I left the home to go back and that was it. I am in pain mom; all I did was come to see you. There was one nigga, and we fought and that was it, all I remember” shaking my head “they got arrested son, don’t worry. They got caught, they left you for dead, outside the home. I cried and prayed every day and night, god just to bring you back. You just rest now; you will be in pain. Your face is better, your body is sore. Just to stare into your eyes my baby” I am so angry “I am not even like that, I just want to be left alone” looking away from my parents “I bet I lost my job now too, the only place that will hire a convict like me, even that was done because of who I knew” this is a mess “don’t think about work son, just think of you” so easy for my dad to say that.

My parents left me, they left because of how silent I am. I am laid here thinking, I should be thankful I am alive right now, but I just hate myself, I hate that I am worth nothing now and still I am getting my ass beat. I fought back but they played dirty, second time getting my ass beat and this time I was in a coma, next time I will be dead but the least I won’t need to think someone is going to get my ass if I wasn’t here, I am just a mess. I had so much going for me; I had a life. I had a future, and everyone saw it, now I haven’t. Now I got to be the thug that I am now, I have to protect myself. Maybe I need to go into a crew because if I was in a crew then this shit won’t constantly happen “bro, oh my god. I am so glad to see you!” TJ half shouted, looking to the side of me, he rushed over to the bed “you’re awake, my nigga I was so scared you wasn’t going to actually wake up and we lost you, you good?” nodding my head “I am alive” I mumbled “bro” Barry said, I didn’t need them to come because I feel depressed as fuck.

Sighing out heavily “you are so down ain’t you?” Barry said, “what are the streets saying?” I asked because I am going to be back out there and I bet they are laughing at me, I got beat twice “lot of niggas are upset for you and also, someone hit you from behind. Niggas weak like that, heard that you beat the other guy’ ass but one of the members played dirty, niggas don’t play like that so they look stupid, I wouldn’t worry about them Chris. I want you to worry about you, get the fuck better. I was so scared when they said they putting you in an induced coma, they was worried your brain was going to be damaged” I should be blessed but I don’t feel it “I feel lost” feeling my eyes well up “you cool bro, stop thinking that shit. We got you, I swear you my brother and I am happy you here” TJ being nice as hell “appreciate you both, trust me” I mumbled “my body hurts like mad, doctors are keeping me in and they said they ain’t looking to let me go right now. They want to do scans of my head and shit, I am good though but they ain’t letting it happen. I don’t think I will be able to move anyways, even now just moving my head side to side I am in pain. It’s wack but yeah, I will be here for a while” I better get comfortable.

TJ left to get some drink for himself “I have your phone, it died but I charged it. I don’t know your passcode but twin text you once, that was two weeks ago” Barry winked at me “but Seiko been acting like the widow, it’s weird. I literally said to her y’all are split but yeah. I kept your phone safe, I got you my nigga” I feel so weak even holding my phone “two week bro, I can’t believe it. Do I look bad?” I ain’t seen my face yet “a little bruised up, your hair is a mess bro. I mean looking bad” I expected that, I grinned. Let me see what twin wants, she probably hates me. This shit has been two weeks, I don’t think I will text her back because it’s been that long “damn” I got my password wrong, typing it in again because the phone ain’t recognizing my face of course. The first message I went on is of course Twin, but there is so many others and lots of other messages, but I don’t care for it, I need to know what she has put.

Twin:

Hey freckles how are you?

I want to ignore the message because it’s shameful to answer back after all this time but then it’s rude, but what would I say to her. Do I tell her the truth, let me message her back anyways and if she is angry then so be it.

Chris:

I’m alive, you!?

“I just realised you peeing in a bag” TJ spat pointing, of course he would point that out. Locking my phone “you dumb, I can’t really get up and pee. I don’t even think I am capable of walking at this moment” TJ laughed sitting down “is your nurse fine though? Like she going to wash the royal dick” see what I mean by he is stupid “royal dick!? Where the fuck do you get this shit from” Barry said laughing, my phone pinged in my hand. She’s messaged me back, I am shocked.

Twin:

You could have just not text me…….

Chris:

I jump at your texts but this time I couldn’t

Twin:

Sure

Chris:

Not a lie

Twin:

Sure and anyways I decided to not come for my appointment I cancel

Chris:

Sorry if I upset you for not texting but I been in hospital

Twin:

You got a face on with me when I said dick appointment so miss me with that!

Chris:

I wish that was the issue but it isn’t, I will send a picture to you. Just be ready

I didn’t want to take a selfie, but she doesn’t believe because I was upset with her when she started to speak on me being a dick appointment, it was pathetic, and I was annoyed with her. Flipping the camera around, I actually feel disgusted, I have a bandaged head. Flipping it back over, let me take a picture of my hand with the IV lines, that can work. Taking the picture and sending it to her “rest up, don’t let anything get to you” nodding my head but my phone rang straight away, I don’t think I am mentally ready to be talking to Robyn right now but she is ringing, answering the call “hey” TJ and Barry are both staring at me “oh my god, I am shaking. Are you serious, what happened!?” I can tell Robyn is in shock “it’s a long story, but I woke up out of a induced coma. I wish I could speak to you longer, but I am tired” I feel it “I am literally shaking, which hospital are you in?” I think she is on a plane, sounds like it “we will link up when I am better but just know I am not lying” that is all I wanted her to know “I will find you but just rest, I am actually shaking right now, just take care” I can’t even take care of myself right at this moment.