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Where is our dignity? A look at today’s headlines shows nothing but poor morality and corruption. Our large cities are festering, and our schools are run by fools. All the while, we sit by and do nothing as if someone else caused the problem. Make no mistake, America’s track lies solely at the feet of We The People.
Independent stores closed as corporations moved in on their towns until one cold December night when an open sign appeared. Mom-And-Pop had had enough and raised a middle finger toward the bright lights of the interstate.
A teacher who outraged parents with BDSM materials claims it helps kids’ identity development. This is insane, and the teacher should be fired. But she has not. Why? Had this been a straight male trying to teach his kids about his sexuality with sexual materials, he would have and should have been fired.
Teachers, keep your sex life at home because nobody cares what you do in private, But exposing it to our kids, that’s a different story.
The number one complaint during any natural disaster is the lack of power. But what if the disaster was a total collapse of the grid?
Practical Engineering sums it up nicely.
What if you had an enemy that knew everything about you. Pictures of your face. Your fingerprints, DNA, and medical records. Emails, spending habits, fears, and desires. Your private conversations. All locked up in a database to use against you when needed.
Now imagine it was all true and come up with a word to describe your feelings. I’ll bet SAFE is not one of them.
Twisted is the child of twisted parents.
Twisted is the land of twisted people.
Twisted is the world.
Red and blue make purple. The color of the Dempub Party. The color that wants to stay in power at all costs.
The Dempub (Democrat-Republican Dino-Rino) Party told their Proles to go home and do as told.
“It’s 1984, and no fraud was committed,” they said.
“Nothing sketchy about using late-night tactics until we get the results we want,” they said.
“Now go back home before we sick our nine loyal attack dogs from Animal Farm on you,” they said.
Of course, there is no inner party, outer party, or proles because it’s all fiction. Right?
I often talk about small independent businesses, Mom & Pops, if you will. And this series about the R.M.Brooks General Store exemplifies all that is good about them.
Tiffany Terry is a good role model for future entrepreneurs.
The video below is one of ten episodes. Watch them all.
Continued from scene sixty-four
Shapeshift with me, she said. You’ll love it, she said.
Jeff was right; I was losing it. And my old life was starting to look pretty good right now.
This underground labyrinth, the killing room, worldwide tribes ready to go to war with one anoth––
“Christian!” yelled Karen over the corridor speaker. “That’s enough. There will be no war.”
“Fuck! How did you do that without touching me? You promised not to read me. Remember?”
“You’re thinking out loud over the hallway security system, idiot. Now come to my office so we can talk.”
I lifted my finger toward the camera in preparation for my response, shook it a few times, then awkwardly twisted it around in a slow swirl until it was by my side again. I had nothing.
Shift is an online work of fiction.
This is the first draft of my manuscript Shift – Don’t judge a book by its cover. I am writing it online in sections as I go. So feel free to comment, good or bad. If you see mistakes, point them out.
The story centers around shapeshifting.
I’m currently working on chapter nine.
Timothy French 