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Hometown America – 15 Minute Cities

Are 15-minute cities a good idea? Yes and No. It would be convenient if every part of a city had everything you needed. But ultimately, people in power will use it as a control mechanism.

Get everyone to use transit, and you can control their movements.

Have everyone live in buildings without land, and you control their food supply.

Get everyone to go cashless, and you control their access to money.

I could be wrong, but the man’s chickens in the video below have everything they need, and he makes a good point.

Give Me Liberty or Give Me Death

On this day, March 23rd, 1775, Patrick Henry stirred a nation with his words.

Patrick Henry’s “Give Me Liberty or Give Me Death” Speech
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The question before the House is one of awful moment to this country. For my own part, I consider it as nothing less than a question of freedom or slavery; should I keep back my opinions at such a time, through fear of giving offense, I should consider myself as guilty of treason towards my country.


Mr. President, it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope. [But] Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the number of those who, having eyes, see not, and, having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their salvation? For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth; to know the worst, and to provide for it.


Shall we try argument? Sir, we have been trying that for the last ten years. Sir, we have done everything that could be done to avert the storm which is now coming on.


I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past. And judging by the past, I wish to know what there has been in the conduct of the British ministry for the last ten years to justify those hopes with which gentlemen have been pleased to comfort themselves and the House. Is it that insidious smile with which our petition has been
lately received? Trust it not, sir. Suffer not yourselves to be betrayed with a kiss. Ask
yourselves, are fleets and armies necessary to a work of love and reconciliation? Let us not deceive ourselves, sir. These are the implements of war and subjugation; the last arguments to which kings resort. I ask gentlemen, sir, Has Great Britain any enemy, in this quarter of the world, to call for all this accumulation of navies and armies? No, sir, she has none. They are meant for us: they can be meant for no other. And what have we to oppose to them?


We have petitioned; we have remonstrated; we have supplicated; we have prostrated ourselves before the throne, and have implored its interposition to arrest the tyrannical hands of Parliament.


Our petitions have been slighted; our remonstrance’s have produced additional
violence and insult; our supplications have been disregarded; and we have been spurned, with contempt, from the foot of the throne! In vain, after these things, may we indulge the fond hope of peace and reconciliation? There is no longer any room for hope. If we wish to be free, we must fight! I repeat it, sir, we must fight! An appeal to
arms and to the God of hosts is all that is left us!

It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. The war is actually begun! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!

Microfiction – The Note

Whoever finds this note, what I tell you is the truth. So tell all who will listen.

In my time, many people foolishly voted for corrupt politicians hell-bent on destroying freedom for their own gain. And while others fought against them, there were not enough.

In the years following, all perished from wars and man-made disasters. All but one if this goes unread.

If it is read, I pray you are heard. Because I, too, found a note, but nobody listened.

Shift – In The Way

Continued from scene sixty-five

I passed Linda in the hallway as I approached Karen’s door.

“Thanks for taking the heat off,” she said hastily.

Before I could say, you’re welcome, she was gone causing me some concern. But I was not going to be intimidated. If Karen is mad, she will not be mad at me, I thought.

Entering her office, I readied myself. “Karen, whatever beef you have with Linda is not going to be taken out on me.”

“Shut up and get over here.”

“Did you not hear what I said?”

“Babe, we’ve got a problem. Robert found the answer to my question as to why some tribes were asked while others were not asked to join the outliers.”

“And?”

“All excluded tribes have chiefs with a pedigree.”

“And?”

“Pedigree chiefs know our true history. A history the outliers want to rewrite.”

“We’re in their way.”

“More specifically, I’m in their way.”

To be continued…

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.