It’s a beautiful sunny day here in southern Ohio but the forecast for tomorrow is snow.
Just thirteen miles north, the City of Dayton has announced there will be intermittent closures of several of their roads. If you live near Dayton, you know it is more feasible to announce that there are intermittent openings.
The state of our education system?
The California Teacher of the Year has admitted to molesting two of her students. Methinks they might want to raise the bar for the requirements needed to enter the prestigious competition.
Speaking of my home state, the California Probation Department
Here we go again.
That crazy SOB Kim Jong-un, the portly leader of North Korea, is threatening to use his nuclear arsenal to effectively, start World War III, like his hero, Adolf.
So do it already, Porky. I am tired of hearing your foul-mouthed idle threats.
Either send a missile or shut up.
I’m tired of your act.
Keeping it in California, DJT is already further “stirring the pot” with his new immigration policies. He has stirred so hard that the students of Venice High School walked out of their classes in protest.
They showed us.
They will remain witless dumbasses to prove their point.
Smart.
Not!
Honest, not picking on California, but one last thing. All the ultra-liberal peace-love-dove community are now asking Governor Nelson to help supervise violent ex-cons when they get out of the joke of a revolving door penal system they call the State Department of Corrections.
Something about having your cake and eating it, too.
The president says he is pulling security clearances for ”people he does not respect.”
That has got to be one LONG list.
That rules out first and foremost, himself.
Women.
Every letter of the gender/sexual identity alphabet.
Anyone who questions him for any reason.
Anyone who backs down from him.
All this xenophobia and hatred might actually produce positive results in unexpected ways.
Think about it.
If fewer people are allowed to enter our country and several more deported, eventually there will be jobs to be had for the citizens already legally here. Now, it might not be the job that you necessarily want, but when DJT makes the requirements for federal and state assistance near impossible to meet, the overall effect just might be the end of unemployment.
So in a very fucked-up way, Trump and his hatred might actually accidentally do a good thing for this country.
Who knew?
This sentiment has already spread to the United Kingdom, the last bastion of civility, as it were. The war on immigrants is in full swing there; ever since DJT came out saying pretty much whatever the fuck he felt like, no matter how dangerous or incendiary. Now everyone else feels like it’s OK to publicly display their racism.
Check out this short story from my book EMOTIONS: Not your Nana’s ABC’s!
It is titled Incredulity and illustrates the emotion xenophobic.
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Incredulity
Tony got out of his ‘68 Corvette and slammed the door as he turned his purple face toward the approaching taxicab driver.
“You idiot,” he bellowed. “What the hell is wrong with you? You saw me pulling in and you cut me off! Asshole! Oh great, a dumbass foreigner. I hope you don’t expect me to apologize you fuckin’ little raghead. Just have your terrorist homeland charge another couple cents at the gas pump! Look what you did to my car.” Tony was waving something overhead wildly.
“I apologize, Assan began. I meant no harm sir. I will be more vigilant in the future.” The dark brown man extended his skinny arm in a gesture of friendship.
“Get the fuck out of my way,” Tony said as he slapped away Assan’s hand.
Tony slung the front-left hubcap off his classic Chevy in Assan’s direction, and it landed at Assan’s feet.
“Hey! Saheeeb! Are you listening to me fool?” Tony was obviously drunk, high, or both. He was teetering and swaying as if he were ready to drop.
It was raining in the city.
Assan stooped to pick up the hubcap, the edges almost razor-sharp due to the peculiarity of the design, with dangerous silver spokes to boot.
“Here you are sir,” he said, offering the shiny hubcap as he approached Tony.
“Oh hell no, sandnigger”, Tony shot back. “You are buying me a brand new one to replace that bent piece of shit.”
“But sir, it was YOU who caused the….” Assan recoiled.
Tony raised his hand to silence the cabbie.
“Wait. I’ve got something in my trunk just for you.” Tony belched as he returned to his ‘Vette. He pulled out what looked like a rifle and turned towards Assan. Tony’s eyes appeared to be rotating in his big head. He looked like the devil himself and he was chuckling out loud. He leveled the rifle and slowly lowered his eye to the sight.
“Sir, please,” Assan pleaded as Tony closed his left eye.
Assan stepped back and without hesitation, flung the hubcap at Tony like a Frisbee. The sharp edge of the cap sliced cleanly through Tony’s neck, severing it.
In a split-second his head fell from his shoulders and hit the greasy pavement with a sickening thud, blood gushing from his neck like a geyser.
When the head stopped rolling, you should have seen the look on his face.
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Stay well
