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The Favoritism Game

Do you get the feeling that Trump plays the favorites as much as he possibly can? If you don’t think so look at his track record of who he believes and the things they’ve done. Not everyone is an angel but the level of belief that anyone holds in Trumps words and ideals when it comes to the word of others should be shaking and crumbling at this point. The man seems to back those that “strongly deny” any wrongdoing on their part and will gladly deny the validity of anything that’s presented to him in order to assuage any concerns that he might have.

Obama’s birth certificate was presented and he had an issue with it.

It’s true that birth certificates can be forged and that they can be made to look like the real thing, but considering that it was allowed to pass and Trump couldn’t do anything about it that seems to explain just why his argument was so vehement. Trump is a classic narcissist, if he can get people to listen to what he has to say then he’s going to talk until he’s blue in the face so to speak. He will gladly announce that anyone he doesn’t happen to like is doing something wrong no matter if they’ve been vindicated or otherwise proven to be telling the truth. Yes, a lot of us do the same with Trump, though one big difference is that Trump tends to spin the tale of his life a little bigger than it actually is and claims to be far more impressive than he’s ever been. Plus, where were those tax records again?

It’s easy to cry ‘foul’ when no one’s looking at your faults, but now, everyone’s looking.

If there’s someone he likes or can benefit his presidency in some way then he seems to turn a blind eye, but if he doesn’t like that person then he’ll be all over them.

Trump is a big believer in playing favorites obviously. Those that follow his agenda and can do something for him will no doubt find his favor no matter what they do until they push the line a little too far. Of course you could argue that some within the clip above have gone above and beyond when it comes to ‘too far’, but still Trump seems willing to support them. So what exactly do they do for him? It’s hard to believe that a man like Trump, a guy that would gladly throw his own nation under the bus and praise a man like Putin, and would gladly insult his allies, would do anything for anyone unless he was getting something in return.

We have a POTUS that plays favorites with some of the most despicable people in the world, is anyone doubting this still?

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Is Obesity a Disease?

Obesity

Being overweight is a problem, but is it really a disease? This is one of those tricky situations where saying it’s not a disease could be insulting those that suffer from being overweight due to some genetic factor that’s not their fault, while saying that it is grants those that choose unhealthy lifestyles a pass by saying that they simply can’t control their own lives and what they do with them. See how that works, or doesn’t?

Obesity can aggravate and even cause other diseases.

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Being overweight can definitely cause a wide variety of problems for a person when it comes to their physical health since added fat in the body and too much weight on one’s frame can create a lot of difficulties. For instance, too much weight on one’s lungs can make it hard to sleep at night, too much fat on the liver can hamper it’s normal functions, and of course, diabetes is a big factor that tends to scare a lot of people since it becomes a lifelong companion once it’s allowed to get out of control.

There are plenty of things that can go wrong with gaining too much weight, but calling obesity a disease rather than a byproduct of a genetic issue or a less than healthy lifestyle seems a bit problematic.

There are a lot of reasons that people become obese, but only a few of them point to genetics.

The idea of calling obesity a disease isn’t so far-fetched that it can’t be correct at all, but a lot of times it has to do with the amount a person eats, the amount of exercise they get, and the overall lifestyle they live that really affects their weight gain or loss. Someone complaining of a lazy thyroid that causes them to gain weight should probably think twice before visiting McDonald’s or any other drive-thru to pick up a greasy hamburger or other treat, as their thyroid argument goes right out the window the moment they pull up.

There are those however that continually try to lose weight and simply can’t for one reason or another, which argues that genetics does play a big role. Some families do in fact seem to run towards the heavier end of the spectrum even if they remain particularly active, but being ‘born to be fat’ is a very rare occurrence and even if a person is heavy they can still be healthy.

But calling it a disease is kind of like walking the fine line of a teeter-totter, it’s a tough balance to maintain.

The Little Things (part VII)

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Anacortes, WA

December 5th, 2018

It was her day off so she was making waffles, Linus’ favorite, and sausage mixed in with hashbrowns, another simple delicacy that her brother absolutely loved. She’d be leaving the gravy to the side to avoid an argument with Clinton, who’d decided to make his way to her door just last night and mumble out what amounted to half an apology. He hadn’t bothered to ask why she’d left him on the sidewalk where Todd had dropped him, but he had decided to rant and rave about what a weakling Todd was and how he was lucky that he’d caught him like he had.

It was all she could do not to roll her eyes at him. She’d seen it all, even if she had gotten mad at Todd for it. The other man had handled Clinton with ease, and she could imagine that the outcome would be the same whether Clinton was drunk or sober. But she wouldn’t say as much since Clinton, being wounded in body and pride at the moment, would attempt to intimidate her and upset Linus.

“Hey buddy?” she asked her brother, looking over to him as she continued to turn the hashbrowns, “What were you doing outside the other day? We never did go over that.”

Linus didn’t answer at first, staring at the table in front of him as though it held some profound mystery that only he was privy to.

“Linus?”

“I was looking for it, because it was lost,” Linus said quietly. He wouldn’t look up, but she did manage to catch the sudden look of apprehension and then silent warning that Clinton gave her brother, who barely raised his eyes to the other man from across the modest table that sat in their modest dining area. Her apartment wasn’t the biggest, but it was still workable for two of them, even three when it had to be.

“Looking for what bud?” she asked, setting the spatula down for a moment as she turned to face him. The waffle-maker had yet to go off so she wasn’t too worried about it yet. Linus didn’t answer though. Rubbing her ring finger on her right hand she looked to Clinton, but he was too absorbed in his phone at the moment it would seem, not bothering to look at her. At that moment Maple decided to push the envelope just a little bit.

“Linus, were you looking for my ring? The one that Aunt Dierdra gave me when we were little?”

Linus and Clinton both looked up as she kept her eyes on Clinton. She noticed out of the corner of her eye as her brother gave Clinton a furtive look, then cast his eyes back down. Yeah, that was unfortunately the answer she was thinking she was going to get.

“Linus?” she asked quietly, purposefully.

“Yes,” he said quietly.

“And who took the ring out of my jewelry box, where it’s easy to get to?”

“I didn’t,” Linus said, almost mewling as he squirmed in his seat, “I followed the one that did.”

Clinton’s hand suddenly slammed down on the table as he then pointed a finger at Linus, “Don’t you dare lay this on me you feeb. I know where this is going and-”

“You should be more worried about where you’re going,” Maple said, crossing her arms as she looked at Clinton. “Unless I get my ring back you’re off to jail, again, and possibly for the last time.”

“I didn’t take it!” Clinton said, rising from his seat as he shrugged his shoulders. His voice sounded anything but innocent, but Maple was more than ready to grab something to defend herself with if it came to that. She was hoping it didn’t, but she’d had enough.

“Linus, tell me the truth please.”

“He took it,” Linus said as he rocked back and forth in his seat, “I saw him open your jewelry box and take it.”

“Babe,” Clinton scoffed, “Who knows what he saw? Are you really going to take his word over mine?”

The look she gave Clinton next was one of sheer incredulity. Oh yes, it was definitely time for a change.

(to be continued)

Bring the Paine (part VII)

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Pacific Ocean, 201 miles off the Oregon coast

May 12th, 2019

That’s not supposed to happen. He’s got the brains of an animal I was told when I took this assignment. He didn’t think like a human when he went into this state, that’s what I heard, and I know I heard right since I was listening intently. So what the hell?

It hits me only a moment later, but thankfully it doesn’t come with a sudden strike or blow that might end the story for me. Instead I realize that even a dumb animal can learn how to avoid danger when they sense it, and since this kid is still human part of him must still recognize the danger that certain objects can bring. He’s not as dumb as I was led to believe obviously, and that makes this game just a little more dangerous, as well as unpredictable. Now I really have to think about how I’m going to put my next few plans into motion.

The first thing I want to do is make sure that the little shit isn’t hanging on to the railing just to mess with me. So thinking I peer over the railing, gun still drawn and ready to pump a few shots into my adversary if I need to. A quick look however tells me that he’s not, and the blood trail I see on the deck indicates that he’s entered the lower level and is probably-

Yep. Just as I turn around I hear the snarl of anger as I spin and fire off several rounds before he tries to grab for the gun in my hand. The kid is just too fast somehow and not a single shot finds its mark, not even from less than ten feet as he closes the distance, lashing out as I manage to move aside just in time to avoid his raking fingernails and deliver a painful kick to right knee as I hear the thing crack and buckle. That’s a small victory, but it comes with an instant cost.

Be it adrenaline or whatever is racing through his veins the kid finds the strength to straighten that knee for just a split second and lash out in turn, and the fist he clubs me with leaves me seeing stars for a moment. I’ve been hit a few times in my life, first by a boyfriend in junior high that didn’t realize I’d learned how to hurt people in grade school, and most recently by a commanding officer that had decided I was an easy piece of meat to intimidate during basic training. They’d both been taught very quickly that I don’t suffer idiots that see my slight frame as weak, and both of them had been sent to the hospital soon after.

Of course in the case of the latter I was just about kicked out of the Army for striking a commanding officer, but had been welcomed back when the trial had been over. It was more than a little controversial thanks to the circumstances, but I ignored the stares, the whispers, and the added pressure that came from the incident until being discharged from the Army nearly six years later. I was still in my mid to late twenties at that point and had been skilled enough to sign on with a band of mercs that had been very hush-hush about their operations.

But back to it, right? Those individuals that had seen me as weak had paid the price since I can hit a lot harder than you think. But this kid made those that had struck me in the past look like weak little bitches. His knuckles felt like stone and the force behind them was enough to send me staggering into the nearest solid surface. The glass doorway leading in front the deck cracked and almost shattered as I fell into it, but it didn’t give way.

You might find this funny or not, but I actually pride myself on not passing out at that moment.

(to be continued)

My Books (The Sanu’te Chronicles)

This series contains the tale of a young female knight (keep in mind it’s fantasy) and the personal war she wages against her former order, who after having betrayed her now seek her demise. As she roams the countryside seeking her revenge she begins to unveil the real reason that she was brought into the order in the first place, and comes across a very stunning revelation that could end up having ramifications for all those involved.

What’s a “Real” Gamer?

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Anyone remember when being a gamer meant that you knew Mario Bros. and The Legend of Zelda inside and out? Gamers are the kind of people that will memorize a map on a video game and will play just about anything so long as it’s interesting, engaging, and keeps their attention for more than a few seconds. There’s an argument of over what constitutes a real gamer and what what marks a person as a poser, but in truth it’s kind of like the difference between fans and fanboys, it’s the level of obsession the gamer takes it to.

Games are insanely fun these days, as you can be playing with a person halfway across the world on the same game and never have to meet them in real life. The games are ridiculously complicated at times but if you can figure out the basic functions you can usually go from there and make it work. The rest you can figure out as you go. Cheat guides are for wussies more often than not as hardcore gamers will tend to spend hours and hours figuring out the game on their own, traversing the hidden tunnels, the unseen chambers, and discovering secrets about the game, sometimes by accident, as they stay glued to the couch, their chair, or wherever they’re sitting as the glow of the TV set or monitor paints their face with the many vivid colors given off by the game.

Real gamers aren’t foolish however, they will eventually get up.

The body does have needs after all and unless you’re a certified crazy person that has no sense of self-respect any and all gamers will have to take bathroom breaks, eventually take a shower, recharge their batteries, grab something to eat, and in other words take their eyes off of the game for a little while. Real gamers won’t sacrifice their own personal health unless they’re that hooked on the game, and even then they’ll listen to their bodies more often that not. No one wants to wet themselves or worse while playing a game after all, unless you’re just that invested, which makes a person a fanboy, and a disgusting one at that.

Gamers aren’t fools, they’re a bit obsessive at times if they find the right game, but they’re grounded just enough in the real world that they know when to call the game and go handle their responsibilities. It’s a new world that we live in and gamers are those that know the ins and outs of the virtual world in ways that a lot of us born in the 70s to 80s might never fully understand. But it’s an interesting world all the same and when you really look at it, the world runs on technology at this point, both in and out.

So long as a person realizes when to unplug for a little while there’s really no harm in being a gamer.

The Little Things (part VI)

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Anacortes, WA

December 4th, 2018

Looking down on her brother as he was sleeping she felt the words she’d spoken yesterday warring with the darker desires she held back most days. No, she was never mad at her brother, but she was plenty mad at a lot of other people. Her parents for starters, for leaving them when they needed someone the most. She was mad at Clinton a lot right now since he didn’t do much of anything except use their apartment as a place to crash and tried to get in her pants when he was drunk. But she wasn’t even really mad at Todd to be honest.

But she was never mad at Linus. She knew that she’d done a couple of things that werent’ right, she’d lobbed a shoe at him to get him to stop looking at her while she was going to the bathroom once or twice, but that couldn’t be helped. Linus wasn’t a pervert, but when he wanted something and she was indisposed he had a habit of just hanging around until he got your attention. Both times she’d tossed a shoe at him it had never been hard, but it had hurt his feelings, and she’d felt like dirt the moment after.

But she couldn’t bring herself to blame him for much of anything in this world. He looked so peaceful when he was sleeping, as though nothing in the world bothered him any longer, and he could rest easy knowing that no one was going to call him names or torment him in any way. He was damaged in a way that couldn’t be fixed, but he was still her brother, and she’d refused to have him put into a home. The biggest reason was that while he was soft in the head, so to speak, he could still function as a human being, meaning he could help her around the house, help her go grocery shopping, could make some of his own decisions, and could also be counted on to stay put when she went to work.

That’s what confused her about why he’d been outside. Todd had tried to explain, and a part of her had wanted to listen, but she’d been more concerned with Linus at that moment, and the fact that Todd had stuck his nose in her business. Of course, it didn’t help that Clinton had called her brother a retard, or had gone after Todd as she’d seen from a distance. It was just, well, she didn’t want it to be known that she absolutely needed someone to come to her rescue. She didn’t want to be seen as weak, especially when she’d been able to handle Clinton on her own for so long.

Leaving her brother’s room she heaved a silent sigh. Maybe it was time for things to change. As she rubbed her hands together however she suddenly realized that something obviously had.

(to be continued)

Bring the Paine (part VI)

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Pacific Ocean, 201 miles off the Oregon coast

May 12th, 2019

Taking the time to reload my crossbow isn’t an option since I already hear him making his way to the stairs, maybe thinking to take me from another direction. From what I read on this kid he’s not all that smart when he’s like this, but even a dumb animal can be smart enough at times to outwit a human being. I just didn’t expect it, and that’s my failing.

Instead of waiting around for him though I’m already up on the couch and leaping over the windscreen that will send me sliding down to the next deck. Thankfully the deck below juts out enough that I won’t go sailing off to land hard on the main deck. That would hurt, and possibly break my legs, ankles, or something else.

As I see the kid suddenly emerge on the deck however, right below me no less, my landing is the least of my worries. When I say ‘kid’ I mean adolescent, this guy can’t be more than fifteen or sixteen years of age. But in this current state, with his eyes wild and bloodshot and his teeth bared in a feral snarl, he looks more like a wild man that’s been living in the bushes for years than a kid that’s been experimented on by the US government.

The problem takes me a second to assess, but by that time I’m almost in his arms, where only death would await a few seconds later. There’s blood in his mouth and all over his face from the crossbow bolt, which I note has been ripped out, leaving a large hole in his face. That gives me an idea and in the split second between getting the idea and almost running into the kid I find myself glad that I didn’t toss my crossbow or leave it behind. I huck the thing at the kid and it hits right where I want it, kind of. The whole thing twists as I let it go and the entire body of the crossbow slams into his face, knocking him back and almost over the next railing as I land hard and roll, feeling the impact in my knees as I’m up and reaching for one of my pistols as he snarls at me, throwing the crossbow over the railing as he sees that I’m armed.

And then he does something that has me floored. He jumps the railing and is over the edge and out of sight before I can even take aim.

What the hell?

(to be continued)

Minimum Wage Issues

"Oh I'm willing to take a minimum wage job. I'm just not willing to work at one."

The minimum wage issue is not going away anytime soon, and there’s a reason for it. People want to get paid enough to live on, but unfortunately some of them want to be paid for doing jobs that are typically the type that are not paid all that much since they aren’t considered skilled labor. There are jobs that should be paid more simply because they’re far more important, the skills that one needs to possess are harder to develop, and because they impact society on a much deeper level.

Should writers be paid a minimum wage? No, not really, in fact it would be one of the most pointless things you could think about. While writing is included in many different parts of our society and throughout various cultures it’s still not seen as something that deserves the kind of pay that some folks think is going to come their way when they step into it. But as far as other jobs go, let’s take a look.

Food and Hospitality

Sure, any job in this industry is going to be a bit tough going in as serving people in any capacity is difficult. You have to deal with rude customers, you have to learn how to prep, cook, clean, follow state and federal regulations, and in short you have to do just about anything and everything for your guest/customer that you can in order to earn that paycheck.

Unless you’re thinking of making this a career however, and some people do, then you should be thinking that it’s not going to be a job that will make you a great deal of money. Minimum wage changes from state to state, but in jobs such as this people are typically loathe to pay workers much more for several reasons, some of which include that working in the food industry is not always considered skilled labor. Yes, chefs, managers, owners, supervisors, and anyone that sits in the top tiers of the business will earn a better living, largely because they generally have an education and have put in the time to earn it.

Just coming into the job doesn’t mean you’ve earned $10-$15 an hour. Living expenses might be hard to meet, but keep in mind that a lot of restaurant jobs that are entry-level or lower than manager are fairly simple jobs when compared to running the place. Having worked at many a restaurant and hotel in the past I can attest that the pay is horrible, but the job duties, while numerous, are quite simple and not as complicated.

Education is key.

I get it, a lot of people didn’t go to college, couldn’t afford to go to college, and for some reason didn’t think that their education was a workable deal. Unfortunately, this is the product of it, not being able to employ any marketable skills when it comes time to find a job. The argument that one has kids and so many other responsibilities to take care of is invalid largely because there are numerous programs, scholarships, grants, and other forms of aid available in the world today that might incur a debt but at the very least can allow a person to gain the necessary skills they will need to market themselves as a valuable individual to an employer and possibly find something above minimum wage.

There’s no real argument against education at this point, as even the most basic, rudimentary form of education can elevate a person and make them worth a lot more than minimum wage.

There’s a big risk that the increase of minimum wage would increase the cost of consumer goods.

It makes a lot of sense to think that if wages go up then the equilibrium of the business is going to demand that the prices go up. In essence the workers will be fine, they’ll be making more money, but eventually that wage increase will take its toll on their patrons and there’s a good bet that people will cease coming to their establishment after a while as the prices will be too much for even a single person, let alone a family.

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It’s frustrating since a lot of people would love to pay people enough to pay their monthly expenses and be able to save, but paying exorbitant wages for consumer items that can essentially be done without seems a bit much. There are plenty of ways this could happen if more funds were allocated in a sensible manner towards the economy, but at this point it doesn’t seem as though the people running our government understand just how hard it is to survive on a seemingly non-existent budget that is continually eaten away by bills and living expenses.

But raising the minimum wage is a tricky thing that can’t be rushed into without knowing the ups and downs that are to come.