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Local Police Fail to Respond to Neighborhood Emergency (parody)

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Beaverton, OR

A prominent family was kept waiting for the police during a break-in just a few nights ago and apprehended the would-be burglars by accident as Murray Kayburne tripped over a floor lamp while trying to run away from one of the thieves.

“I didn’t know what to do since the police didn’t want to do their jobs and we don’t own a gun. I had a really heavy wooden stick that I use for walking and might have tried to hit them over the head. But when the first person approached me I decided it was better to run and get back to my family upstairs. Then I tripped over a lamp and the next thing I knew the guy behind me was on the ground, knocked out I guess, and the others were running away. That’s when the cops showed up, finally.”

The reason behind a squad car showing up late to the call has not been disclosed, though it has been revealed that the Kayburne’s have filed three false police reports on several of their neighbors in a five-year time period and have been quite vocal towards local authorities and their belief that the local police precinct needs to be defunded. It was revealed that the thieves belonged to a local chapter of Black Lives Matter and that they have been preying upon various homes over the course of the past several months. At this time the Kayburne’s have reported that nothing was stolen and that they are certain that this was an attempt by either Patriot Prayer or the Proud Boys to frame the ‘proud name’ of BLM.

Both organizations have explicitly stated that they do not condone this type of behavior and that the individuals that are currently being held in Multnomah County are not a part of any active chapter. When contacted to hear their side of the story however, Black Lives Matter respondents declined to speak with anyone.

@Jibberjabber23 replied:

Yeah, they ain’t gonna talk because they know their people done f-ed up.

@olebihiotches replied:

You expect the cops to come help your stupid butt when you’ve been doggin’ them for so long? You’re a special kind of stupid ain’t ya?

You Control the Narrative, You Control the People

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This is how it works when media is used to spread their message far and wide to the masses. What’s unfortunate is in the spirit of equality one must look at all news sources, even those they agree with, in order to make certain that they’re not allowing personal bias to lead them down the wrong road. Identifiable facts and evidence that can be deduced through hopefully unbiased sources, which are rare, is what should be looked at as the truth, but it’s a matter of personal choice. People do still have the right to determine what they believe is right, what is true, and what is contradictory to the message that is being spread by one news source or another that is actively speaking out against one individual, one party, or one idea.

Feelings are not normally a great way to determine who one will follow and why, but the gut feeling that some folks feel can be reliable when it comes to how we treat each other and how we believe. It is far too easy to demonize another human being when the crowd, the mob, is being influenced by a news service that is continually changing and controlling the narrative that people see and wish to follow. At some point rational and earnest discussion becomes less important as the need for reason and debate breaks down into name-calling and mud-slinging that has been the norm as of late.

Listen carefully to the narrative that you’re being fed by your news sources, all of them, and make your own decision on how to react to the world around you. The moment an individual allows the mob to tell them how to think is the moment that the narrative can change to whatever the mob wants, and the individual is then lost.

Family Matters (Lenore Legacy 5)

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            “So it doesn’t bother you, to just help who you want to help even if they’re on opposing sides?”

            The white-haired, young-looking man in front of her scoffed, as though this was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard. Fishing a pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket as they made their way along the Strip, the bright lights and flashing marquees lighting their way, he lit the smoke before answering.

            “If I worried about who I was helping and why, I would have given up on this world a long time ago. You’re all fucked and you’re all worth saving in some measure, so I figure being the go-between is about as much fun as I’m allowed to have without having to pick a side.”

            “You’re not worried that someone from either side might take offense to this?”

            The traffic that was a constant within this part of the world, an addition to the bright lights and continual noise of Vegas, thrummed to their left, but she ignored most of it as she listened to Abel, one of the last people she would have expected to come to her aid. He was, after all, one of those that been screwed over the most by the ‘good book’ since his involvement had ended when his pain in the ass brother Cain had ‘slain’ him and gone on his way. Apparently back then no one had bothered to check for a pulse, since Abel had been very much alive, but like so many others within the good book he’d been forgotten, passed over, and left to his own devices. Unlike a lot of others that had been left out of the story though, he’d been given a reprieve of sort from death’s cold threshold by learning of a certain trick that most human beings had forgotten a long time ago.

            They were all vessels. It didn’t matter how much they took in, what form it took, or how it was done, every human was a vessel for energy, but many of them didn’t realize it. Abel had realized it long ago when a traveler had come to the place where Cain had left him and attempted to rouse him. The transfer had been instinctual, a hungry soul trying to feed on anything he could, and the power, one of many that the big boss had never told His children about, had taken over. And after a couple of millennia of finding the need to feed on others and keep low, here he was.

            “If someone takes offense to it then so be it. My own brother took offense to me being a good son and beat the living hell out of me. If you can think of something worse than that, please, tell me all about it. The demons and the angels leave me alone for the most part, and if they don’t, well, there’s a reason I still look this young. But I don’t provoke it, and I don’t go looking for it.”

            “But they come to you anyway.”

            Still walking, Abel pointed a finger at her as he smiled, “Smart girl. Now, where and when did you want to start this little, uh, let’s call it a scuffle?”

            “It’s going to be public,” she said with a sigh, “I don’t think there’s any getting around that, since I’m not leaving the city.”

            “Well, there are other places apart from the Strip to do this. Back alleys, parking lots, parks, so on and so forth.”

            “I think it needs to be public, so that others can see,” she replied, casting her gaze from one side of the street to the next, “Is there a casino that has a bigger lot than the others?”

            Abel shrugged, “There’s plenty of space around town, I mean the Planet Hollywood Resort has a ton of space. I could even get you up to the top of the Mandalay Bay. Hell, you could even fight on the tarmac over at the airport. That would make a statement and a half.”

            “I need someplace that I can use to dictate the pace of the fight,” Lenore said, stopping where she was as she glanced back to make sure no one was trying to move past her. Thankfully, as busy as it was, people had given them enough space to move about unhindered.

            “This is Vegas lady,” Abel snickered, “Anywhere you go you’re bound to draw a crowd, at least on the Strip.”

            Lenore inhaled through her nostrils, gazing up the Strip, then down it.

            “I’ve got an idea. Let’s go.”

            “Yes ma’am,” Abel said, reaching in a pocket for his cigarettes.

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Treasure Island Casino

            “This city is rife with demons and angels alike, and we can’t find her?”

            “Unlike you, I’m not equipped with a homing beacon,” Gabe stated, reclining in his seat as the lights around them painted a muted tableau of the area. Machines colored in gaudy shades of red, yellow, and other various hues were everywhere, while the green felt tables with their various numbers and markings kept the humans happy as they frittered away their life savings upon one game of chance after another. Many of them thought they might get lucky and walk away with a bit more than they came with, but many would leave with next to nothing, and might even lose more than they intended.

            “I trust you’ve called someone who won’t mind my presence?” Gladys said with a smirk. She’d remained outwardly chipper since arriving in this forsaken city, and had remained so while in his company, but Gabe didn’t know how much longer he could keep this up. She was a vessel, a being that knew how to draw in demons and angels alike, and he’d mistaken her for another demon-touched that knew how to draw upon the dark energy of the foul and unclean spirits around her. This made her dangerous, as she had already absorbed the essence of his immediate superior, Aubrie. He had no doubt that his other superiors weren’t going to look kindly on this, especially considering that he hadn’t attempted to detain her. There was one problem though. He wasn’t certain that he could.

            “Azazel is able to move quicker than we might,” Gabe replied, not looking at her, “He’ll be able to move through this city quicker than anyone.”

            “Mm,” she replied, “But will he?”

            “Maybe,” Gabe said, turning about as he felt a brush of something he couldn’t see, “He is a fallen angel after all, but he hasn’t had a lot of love for the lot of us lately.”

            “I wonder why,” came the deep, bass voice of a man that came to stand directly in front the two of them, a colorful drink in either hand.

            “Azazel,” Gabe said with a nod, noting the drinks, “Are those for us?”

            “No, I enjoy double-fisting it, just ask your mom.”

            “How delightful,” Glady said with a titter, “What’s in them?”

            “A Scooby Snack for the lady,” Azazel said, his large black hand, or the hand of the person he was currently using, setting the bright green drink on the table, “and something I know you don’t get enough of Gabe, a Sex on the Beach.” The half-breed inhaled slowly through his nostrils as the big black man pulled up a chair to sit down, his bulk making the wood and metal construct creak a bit as he settled in.

            “Nothing for you?” Gabe said with a raised eyebrow.

            “Mine’s coming,” Azazel replied, looking squarely at Gabe.

            “So, do you actually feel the effect of the alcohol, or is it a disconnected feel when you’re inhabiting someone like this?” Glady asked, stirring her drink with the straw.

            “I like that, ‘inhabiting’,” the big man said, grinning at Gladys. A server arrived at their table at that moment, the pretty young woman smiling as she was paid to do while delivering two shots of an amber liquid and a tall, citrus-looking drink as Azazel thanked her, making certain, or so it appeared, that he didn’t touch her. The look of his eyes made it clear that he’d like to though. As he turned back to the table he saw Gladys looking, though she didn’t make any attempt to hide her interest.

            “Just imagine what it would be like to ride in a body like that,” Azazel said with a huge grin, “Imagine getting ridden in a body like that, or riding a body like that. Oh, the sensations a person could have.”

            “I can only imagine,” Glady said, taking a sip of her drink as she shuddered slightly, “Ooha, strong one.”

            “It’s good shit though,” Azazel said, taking one shot after the other as he set both shot glasses on the table with a distinctive thump, “These bartenders here are top of the line, they’re not like those pussies over at the Mandalay Bay that don’t want to get in trouble and only serve so many drinks at a time. I mean come on, this is Vegas! Who cares if a person falls on their lips from too much? Casinos aren’t exactly known for having entirely clean reputations anyway. People get the idea of what goes down when they step in the doors.”

            “Are you finished?” Gabe interrupted.

            “Well hello, welcome to the conversation,” Azazel quipped, grinning at Gladys before looking back to Gabe, “Take a drink half-breed.”

            “I’d rather not.”

            “Then I’d rather not help,” Azazel shrugged, “But I’ll gladly sit here and bullshit for a while. I’ve got nothing else to do except move from person to person since you uptight pricks keep rousting me from one host to another.”

            “You’re allowed to stay here with certain conditions,” Gabe said firmly, “Don’t make the mistake of thinking that you can’t be persecuted further.”

            “I’m what?” Azazel said, leaning forward slowly, a dangerous look coming the dark features he wore, “Say that shit again half-breed, and see how fast I rip those fuckin’ wings off your back for everyone to see.”

            Gabe didn’t budge, “You’d have a dozen angels descending on you the moment you touched me.”

            Azazel smirked, “You’d be in pieces before any of them even knew what was going on you little prick. You want my help, you’ll mind what you say, or I’ll remind myself why I don’t enjoy inhabiting your kind.”

            The two continued to glare at each other as Glady sipped at her drink, enjoying the creaminess of it and the slightly sour flavor that came from the ingredients mixing together. After several moments of trying to stare each other down the two sat back, perhaps sensing that neither one of them was going to budge. Gabe reached over, picking up his drink as he nodded to Azazel, who did not reply or even move. As the half-breed took a small sip, Azazel finally did appear to relax.

            “Just because you have a job to do doesn’t mean you have to be as uptight as your fuckin’ bosses,” Azazel said calmly, picking up his own drink as he took a long pull from it. “Hoo! That’ll put lead in your pencil, sure enough.”

            “I’ll take your word for it,” Gabe said stonily, “In any case, I need, we need, you to locate a woman for us. Her name is Lenore, and she’s-“
            “A vessel, like her, no offense.” Azazel raised his palm to Gladys following his pointing finger, to which she replied by shrugging it away.

            “I don’t care what people call me,” Glady said, taking a sip of her drink as she swallowed and said, “I know what I am. But this bitch, my daughter, she’s a tough nut. If you’re not careful she’ll likely try to suck you right into her. It’s likely she’s pulled another demonic being into recently since we did find a dried-out husk not too long ago, just today in fact. It’d be a surprise if the cops or someone else didn’t stumble across it at some point.”

            “Shit, she doesn’t finish?”

            Gabe cleared his throat, “Can you help us?”

            “Well, yeah,” Azazel said in a matter of fact tone, “But what am I dealing with here? Is this bitch, as you put it,” he nodded at Gladys, who nodded in turn, “Going to be looking to suck me into her too? I’ve met a lot of vessels, and they’re hungry fuckers from what I can tell. But not a one has been able to get me yet.”

            “She’s not much different from any other vessel as far as I know. Unless you have something to add,” Gabe said, raising an eyebrow in Gladys’ direction.

            “She’s just a tough one, that’s all I can give. She’s taken down some fairly rough and tumble demons and at least one or two devils that I can guess, judging by her appearance.”

            “What, she’s projecting?”

            Projecting was dangerous for any vessel, as it typically meant that the human host was beginning to take on the form or appearance of those spirits they were absorbing into their bodies. When this happened, as Gabe and Azazel both knew, the vessel had to expel the spirit quickly or find a dark corner of the world to absorb it completely until the physical effects wore off.

            “No, nothing like that,” Gladys said, keeping that damnable smile on her face, “But she is a very tough individual to resist. She has taken down a few very powerful demons in her time.”

            “Much like her mother I presume. But you can absorb angels as well I take it,” Azazel said, taking a sip of his drink as she nodded. He then cast his gaze to Gabe, smirking as the half-breed rolled his eyes.

            “That must make you nervous, huh?”

            “A bit,” Gabe admitted, “She did absorb Aubrie.”

            Azazel raised his dark brows as he regarded Gladys again, “No shit?”

            “None,” Gladys said with a smile, “She was ready to kill me, and left me no choice.”

            “Yeah, that sounds like Aubrie,” Azazel said with a sigh, rattling the ice in his glass as he raised it up, hoping to get the attention of a passing server. It only took a moment as he set the glass down on the next server’s tray and ordered another round of drinks for himself, placing a twenty dollar bill on her tray as he remained careful not to touch her.

            “It would be nice if you could get to this soon,” Gabe said, drumming his fingers on the table.

            Azazel scoffed as the waitress left to get his order, “And it would be nice you could eat my ass with a spoon,” he finished with a snort, “We haven’t discussed what’s in this for me yet. That’s the part that’s most interesting to me, you know that.”

            The sounds of the casino continued around them unabated as Gabe stared hard at the big black man, his jaw working as Gladys continued to sip her drink. She was rather enjoying the show as of now, and wanted to see how it would end.

            They would catch her daughter eventually.

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The Luxor Resort

            “This will work,” Lenore said with a smirk, “It’s the perfect spot to use. Now we just need to attract the right attention.”

            “That shouldn’t be a problem,” Abel replied, turning about as he took in the attraction known as The Oasis Pool, one of the Luxor’s biggest features and one that was accessible only by the guests, and for good reason. In recent months this area had been largely off limits to everyone, thanks to the damned virus that the humans had manufactured somehow. But thankfully cooler heads had prevailed finally, and the pool had reopened, but with strict guidelines like everything else.

            Abel put his hands up, using them to frame the scene for himself before shifting the view to Lenore, who gave him a sly grin as she posed a few times. He chuckled as well, “This would be the perfect place for an epic showdown, so long as one of your opponents has the ability to do that little time stop thing. Do you know how to do it?”

            Lenore shook her head, casting her gaze around the massive pool space. From where they stood they could see all four corners of the pool as it dominated the rear of the resort. There were pyramids everywhere thanks to the ridiculous nature of the casino, as well as columns massive walkways, and an entire Egyptian motif that she found more than a little gaudy.

            “The last time I tried nearly tore me apart,” she said, “I thought I could call upon the power of the demon that I’d taken in, and it worked for a few seconds, but I couldn’t sustain it.”

            “What about your mother?”

            Lenore’s good cheer melted away as she glanced at him, “What about the bitch?”

            “Can she use the time stop?”

            “Not that I know of,” Lenore replied, “But then, we haven’t really been that close for a while. How soon can we make this happen?”

            “I can get right on it if you want,” he said with a shrug, “But it’s likely that Gabe and your mom are currently still looking for you. If I was Gabe though, some low-level little pissant thinking he was something he wasn’t, I’d be looking for someone that could help out, meaning a high-level…no, not that. Gabe has too much humility to pull that bullshit.”

            “Would he tap one of the demons within the city? If he had no choice?”

            “Not a demon, not that guy,” Abel chuckled, shaking his head, “But I can see him calling on someone that might still be associated with the big boss, or someone that used to be. Right now though that’s pretty uncertain to be honest, since Gabe is usually so predictable, I mean you could set your watch by the way this guy operates. But if you’re saying that he’s with your mother, a vessel, and that they’re not trying to kill each other, then I’m not sure anymore. I still don’t think he’d work with a demon, but the chances are good that he’s going to try to find someone, and given the contacts that most angels make, even half-breeds, it’s bound to be someone that will carry a little bit of weight in this city.”

            “Would it be anyone you know?”

            Abel rolled his eyes, “Babe, I know a lot more people in this city, and more than just people, than Gabe could ever dream. Little baby angel’s nuts hadn’t dropped yet when I was making contacts from one end of this dirt ball to the other.”

            Lenore’s gaze flared slightly as she said, “Don’t call me ‘babe’, I fucking hate that.”

            Abel brought his palms together in a quick sign of peace, nodding once as he said, “Sorry, old habits and all. But as to your question, I know plenty of people in this burg, but trying to pin down just who Feathers could be working with is bound to be a little tough since he uses them as tools, I use them for entertainment from time to time, and for services rendered.”

            “’Feathers’?” Lenore asked with a bemused smile on her face.

            Abel nodded, smiling as he said “I love fucking with them as much as I can. The big boss doesn’t let them touch me, something about having gone through enough for the sake of humanity and some shit. But it pisses ‘em off something fierce.”

            “So can you get things moving?”

            “The sooner the better, right? You’re sure that you’re ready?”

            “No,” she admitted, “But I’ll be damned again if I don’t try to end this once and for all. I get the feeling there are a lot of other challenges to face following this, but I want to get this one out of the way, pronto.”

            Abel nodded, “I feel that. So, are you going to stick around, see the sights, that kinda shit?”

            “I’m going to secure my battleground,” she said with a grin, “If that’s what you meant.”

            Abel’s smile was positively evil as he said, “Oh yeah, that’s exactly what I meant.”

The Keenest Edge (part V)

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Keep it safe.

“What the hell?” he muttered to himself, turning one way and then another. Jerry didn’t like things he couldn’t understand, to a point. Voices whispering in his head, that definitely qualified as beyond the point. He almost missed yet another oddity that was making his head spin thanks to the strange voice, but as he raised his right hand to run it through his hair he finally saw it.


The highly-detailed and strangely realistic tattoo that wound it’s way from around his right wrist had the appearance of a staff with a, was that a snake’s tail? Maybe it was a tentacle circling his wrist, he couldn’t be certain. But upon taking his coat off he saw that the strange tattoo wound its way up his arm until it finally terminated in a blazing crystal colored a deep black with white highlights all around it. How the hell had that happened?

A knock at his door startled Jerry as he instinctively pulled his shirt sleeve over the upper part of the tattoo and put his coat back on. He didn’t know why he’d done it, but at the moment he was going with the strange things that were happening, since there was a good chance that he was dreaming, maybe.

Gripping the knob with his left hand he opened the door a crack, and was rewarded with a very fit and very good-looking redhead with the bluest eyes he’d ever seen. Jerry opened the door a little wider, smiling in his most charming manner.

“Hi,” he started out, “Can I help you?”

“I was just making sure everything was okay down here,” the woman said, peering into his apartment, “I heard a shot and was worried.”

An alarm started ringing in the back of his mind as he stood in his doorway, but Jerry ignored it, thinking that a woman that stood nearly a head shorter than himself couldn’t be that big of a threat, especially when he could see both of her hands in plain sight.

“Hey,” she said, her eyes widening slightly, “Nice tattoo, can I see it?”

Jerry grinned, but again, that alarm started to sound in his head again. This time he decided to listen.

“I ah, I had an intruder in my place,” he said, keeping his arm behind him, “I was just about to call the cops.”

“Oh,” she replied, sounding a bit crestfallen for some reason, “Can I at least see your tattoo?”

Something odd was going on, but as he’d been doing for the last few minutes, he decided to go with it, no matter that he would probably hate himself in the next instant.

“No,” he said simply, closing the door in her face. “Keep it safe,” he breathed to himself, glancing down at his arm, “Okay then.”

The End

Flip the Coin (part V)

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“You’ve had your wishes,” the man told her, still smiling as he said it, “You’ve tried to be careful, and you failed, like all others. Now it’s time to finish it.”

“Yes,” she mumbled, the pain making even that minor utterance send a lance of agony down the left side of her jaw.

“One side will reset everything, and allow you to move on, with your life, while the other will rip it all away, from you, and everyone else. And you are responsible.”


The man’s smile widened, “Okay then, let’s get down to it.”

She flinched as he came closer, placing the coin upon her left hand, feeling its weight acutely. It felt as though she was trying to hold a manhole cover with one hand as she began to shake, crying uncontrollably as she held onto the edge of the coin.

“Oh don’t do that,” the man said, still smiling, “Everyone is sorry once things have reached a certain point. Some rail and rant, some cry, and some seek to blame anyone and everyone else in the world. And then some cry, because there’s nothing else they can do. So don’t do it.”

But it was too late. The dam had been shattered, and the tears were coming fast and furious as a runner of snot had leaked from her nose, running over her lips as she continued to sob.

“Flip the coin, or I will,” the man said with a smile, “And I assure you, that is not what you want.”

She could have kept crying, she could have yelled and screamed at him that this wasn’t fair, but it wouldn’t have done a bit of good. He wouldn’t let her go, that much was obvious, and she couldn’t fix what had been done, as her publicist had already told her. Life was fucked from here on out. So it was simply time to do what was left.

“Fine,” she sobbed, flicking the coin as it fell weakly from her fingers. She no longer cared what happened, she had flipped the coin, and she would be damned either way.

The harsh ring of metal upon the floor was louder than she’d expected, but the low whistle, followed by a harsh peal of laughter from the man, startled her as his words rang in her ears.

“Well, how about that.”

The End

Five Reasons to Love the USA

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If anyone’s been noticing, there have been some serious anti-USA sentiments in the past decade and more that have been growing as people have continued to push their own narratives when it comes to the efficiency of this great country of ours. We’re not perfect, we have dark points in our history that we’re attempting to work past, but from a positive perspective our country is far greater than some might think. There are a number of reasons why this is so, and here are just a few.

  1. This is our home.

For those of us that were born here, this is home. No matter the region, no matter the town, city, or state, this is home, and we love it like no other.

2. This is a very diverse country.

Take a run through just about any state, especially those that are closer to the country’s borders, and you’ll see a wide assortment of people from all races, ethnicities, and religious backgrounds. Countries from all over the world have made their way to this place, and most if not all have done so seeking a better life, or a chance to do something big while they have the time.

3. Our government is made up of elected officials.

There is no monarchy here, the title isn’t passed off from one family member to another. While sometimes people don’t agree who’s best for the job, it’s the idea that we get to select from the people who can best represent us.

4. We can choose what religion, if any, we want to follow.

America is a land where religions of all type are free to flourish providing that they don’t cause harm to any other in an overt and obvious manner. Religion isn’t perfect either, but it’s our right to worship as we see fit, or not. Your beliefs are your own in this country.

5. We’re free to say what we want.

The freedom of speech is great in that we can say what we want, when we want, and how we want. Obviously this doesn’t free us from the consequences of our words, as others will have different opinions and will give rise to them. But that’s the freedom of speech, and it’s available to everyone. We’re even free to disagree with each other and still be friends! How great is that?

“Woke” Rhymes with “Joke”

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            It’s amusing that so many people these days, okay, liberals and Democrats, want to claim ‘woke’ status when their party has been the source of just as many problems in the past as conservatives have. This idea of being ‘woke’, of being evolved, more tuned-in to the world, and more tolerant than anyone, is an illusion that many of those that follow it have yet to see. Thankfully some have seen past the wool-covered derriere in front of them and have left the flock to find their own path, but many of them still ascribe to the call of the crazed and demented shepherds that demand their utter fealty and support as they lead them in the constantly zig-zagging pattern that forces them to cull the weak and the unsupportive from their own ranks as they turn on each other again and again, lashing out at allies as well as enemies in their blind quest to follow the ‘truth’.

            Unfortunately for them, ‘woke’ rhymes perfectly with ‘joke’, and the truth is that they have yet to see the punchline, or even fully understand the premise of the gag that’s been pulled on them. For many of us, leading a life that’s worth living means opening our eyes to the world as it is, not as we would have it, and following when we must while striking out on our own whenever possible. Those that follow and continue to follow while claiming ‘woke’ status tend to believe that they’ve entered a new, heightened version of living, but in truth have only traded their freedom for a piping, stammering, manipulative set of masters that will discard them after election time and ‘thank’ them in ways they can’t fully understand yet. Oh they’ll be ‘woke’ soon enough if they get their way, and likely as not once they’re woke, they’ll also realize that they’re the joke.

Why Getting Away from The City is Worth It

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            There are those times when the city life is more than a person can take, especially now, and especially because life takes on a pace that some folks find is a bit troubling and not amenable to a healthy state of mind. This is no mark against the city, as the city is where things happen, it’s how the economy runs, and it’s where people gather. But now and gain, it can be a little too much, prompting a visit to the great outdoors.

This is why getting out of the city can be great for your mental, spiritual, and physical health.

  1. Getting out into the wilds, going for a hike, just visiting the beach, can be great for your health since a healthy dose of sunshine and a good cardiovascular workout can do wonders. Try disconnecting and get your heart pumping and you’ll feel the difference.
  2. Find a spot that is far away from people, far away from the city life, and far away from anything resembling a mobile or electronic device, and you’ll find that you can think clearly for once.
  3. Even if it’s just for a few hours to a day trip, getting away from the big city can help you breathe easier, think slower, and roll that tension out of your shoulders in a way that allows you to sit back and just enjoy life for a moment.
  4. Being away from the noise, the constant distractions, and the feeling that you have to keep running the same race might give you a more evolved thought process. Cleansing your body isn’t the only benefit that can come from getting away, as cleansing your spirit is just as important.
  5. Stress is a killer, no matter how it’s compiled or how it’s handled. Getting out of the city helps to lower those stress levels and keep you in a healthier frame of mind so that you can eventually go back refreshed and invigorated, and thereby able to take on the world again.

Get out of your own head once in a while and definitely get out of the city, if only for a little while. The difference will amaze you.

White Liberal Charged With Hate Crime After Breaking into Black Conservative’s Home (parody)

New data shows US hate crimes continued to rise in 2017

Vancouver, WA

            Many things appear to be upside down these days from a certain point of view. Just recently Harold Tibbens, Vancouver, Washington resident, was found to be not at fault for injuries incurred by Jeremy Gibbels, also of Vancouver. Harold and his wife Matilda are well-known conservatives in their neighborhood and are unafraid of speaking their mind and their views whenever challenged, as happened at a peaceful protest only a day before the break-in. Harold had this to say:

            “I recognized the young man that broke in through our window from the rally that was being protested and I reasoned he was one of the more violent ones of the bunch since he had to be escorted from the park where we were rallying for Trump by his own peers. I’m grateful our kids are grown and out of the house since otherwise Mr. Gibbels might not have made it out in one piece. What he did to our home and what he shouted at us while trying to frighten us though is worse than I’ve ever heard in my life. My wife and I have been called race traitors and I’ve been called an Uncle Tom before, but never as anyone dared call me the n-word to my face like he did.”

            Apart from shattering the Tibbens’ front window, Jeremy also spray-painted Nazi swastikas on the outside of their home and even threw sacks of excrement at the house, yelling that the color and the stink would mark the home and its residents for everyone to see.

            “I’m not sure why there’s so much hatred around at this time,” said Matilda Tibbens, “All I know is that this poor young man thought he was justified in what he was doing, and now he’s going to jail for a hate crime. I’ll pray that he gains understanding, but I’m not certain how much good it will do.”

@JailinTime tweeted:

            Who knew, the doo-doo, that you do…..What a punk.

@DippityDooDah tweeted:

            Old man Tibbens put it down for him. How many teeth did he leave behind?

It’s Not Utopia, It’s Unity

11 Best Things to Do in Long Beach, Washington

Long Beach, WA

            There are still places in this world where race is not the most important thing that matters to people. It’s possible to find a spot that exists outside of some unbelievable utopia where the ideals that everyone wants no longer bring conflict. It’s not perfect, but it’s a state of unity that doesn’t need to be, since it’s a location where people know how to be a community, a unit comprised of many free-thinking individuals. There are such locations, and they do come together in times of need, while remaining individualistic in their general approach to life.

            Unfortunately there are always people have nothing better to do than to find some reason to discover and push a conflict that might not have existed if not for their manic desire to stir up trouble. People are free to believe what they want, think what they want, and practice what they want so long as it doesn’t bring harm to others. This type of a community is made up of those that actively put into the bettering of their group, who seek to push their own agendas but will come together when the overall community is in need. They can dislike each other, they can disagree with each other, but such a community is still one that will work, because they don’t actively seek to harm each other for no reason.

            In many communities there are many colors, there are many races, and there are many ideals. But in this one, this community that is less and more than a utopia, there are people of all races, people of all colors, and people whose ideals do not mesh with one another. But what makes it better than a utopia is that they don’t get along, they quibble, they argue, and they still pull together when needed. This place is better because no matter how they treat each other, they come together when it’s needed. They know how to stand together, and that makes a community stronger than any utopia.