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loljulie · 7 years

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title: future girl

genre: dunkirk

collins x reader

word count: 3153

(so, lil backstory - my friend and I were talking about other Collins x Reader fics that were all p much the same concept and how AUs would be super cool so this is like, a time traveler AU? that I originally wrote just for her and I to read but, fuck, let’s put it here)

Years from now, when he looks back on his youthful days as on old man, he’ll only remember you as the ‘future girl’. He’ll sit in his arm chair, his face riddled with wrinkles and his hair all colored white, and look back on the days he spent with you.

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You weren’t supposed to meet him. Your mission was simple – go back to 1945 and retrieve the data that has since been lost through numerous pillages and burnings ever since and is essential for your country’s success. You come from a time where time travel is possible, where two more world wars have been fought, where countries have fallen and new ones rise in their place.

You catch his eye as you walk down the deserted street. He was walking at a snail’s pace compared to yours – out on his nightly stroll, you’d come to learn, that he always went on, looking up to the skies to remember a dear friend that never made it home. You were reviewing the folder, safely in your hands, when you rammed head-on into the tall, lean figure. The folder was sent flying out of your grasp, though you managed to keep from landing on your backside. Not much could be said for the one you ran into, however.

“Sorry – didn’t see you there,” A heavy Scottish voice called from below you as you picked up the folder from the sidewalk.

“Don’t worry about it – I wasn’t paying attention myself,” you replied, your eyes glued to the contents in your hands and not once glancing to the stranger. Your accent was different than your normal one – you’d studied British accents from this time period to be able to blend in – and thus had to fake the way your voice sounded.

“I should’ve been paying attention, as well,” the man started in a tone that held a bit of playfulness to it, and you let yourself peek over to who exactly it was you had collided into. Bright, breathtaking blue eyes pierced into your own, causing your breath to stifle in your chest for a moment. You both were so entranced that you didn’t even notice the silence lingering between the two of you, which the stranger broke with a stifled cough. “Uh, so, uh… would you let me treat you to a drink for the trouble I’ve caused?”

It should have been an automatic no from you. You knew just how dangerous it was to mingle with anybody from the past – a strict rule placed by your organization for good reason – and that anything you do could have adverse effects for the future. On the other hand, a drink to relieve the tension from the mission you just successfully completed. You deserved it, after all, you had the future of the world on your shoulders. Plus, you were a tad caught up in the idea of a random, handsome stranger taking interest in you enough to offer a drink – and it’d be an amazing story for the water cooler. One drink couldn’t hurt, right?

He led the way to a pub nearby and held the door open for you. Your muscles relaxed as you entered the warm room and escaped from the chilly night outside. He ordered drinks for the both of you, and soon enough you two were conversing over the glasses of beer.

Jack Collins. He fought in the RAF. He flew to Dunkirk, but crashed in the sea and was thankfully rescued by some civilians. You remembered the story faintly from an old history lesson – the incredible story of home coming for soldiers trapped on a beach.

“So, Y/N,” Collins started after he swallowed a sip of the golden liquid. “Now that you kno’ all about me, I figure I should get to learn about you.”

You’ve prepared for questions like this – it’s part of your training, after all. You answered the question easily with the fake story you’d worked up. “My family is from Surrey. We had a bakery there, before the war. I helped my mom keep the business going while my dad and brother went to fight. They made it back alive, thankfully.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Collins grinned and held up his glass. You did the same, clinking yours against the rim of his and bringing the glass to your lips as you took a sip.

After a few more drinks, the responsible side of you snapped out of the fantasy and realized it was time to go back home. Your stomach fell when you relayed this information to Collins who – oblivious to the literal meaning of your statement – asked to accompany you back home.

“I’ll let you walk me halfway, deal?” You compromised, a spike of panic hitting you as you hoped he wouldn’t be too gentlemanly.

“Fine, but only if you promise to meet me again,” His tone held a note of desperation – one that you struck you even worse than the panic did.

“Of course,” you replied easily, though your insides turned cold at the idea of him eagerly waiting for you, only for you to never show up. He asked you to meet him at the same pub the next night, to which you agreed with no qualms.

“Before you go –” he hastily added as you turned to leave. “I need, uh, collateral. So, I know you’re serious about showing up. Otherwise, I’ll embarrass myself by being stood up.”

A playful smirk stretched your lips. “Collateral? What did you have in mind, then?”

He stepped closer, closing the gap between the two of you. Your breathing hitched once more as you stared into his blue eyes, which kept glancing from your eyes to your lips. “This,” he whispered in a deep voice as his lips pressed against yours. One of his hands pressed against the small of your back to pull you closer in the embrace. You could have melted from the kiss, but the annoyingly responsible side of you nagged to pull away after a few moments of bliss.

No words needed to be exchanged after that private moment. You flashed a smile his way before turning away from him – leaving a dazed Scottish boy alone on the sidewalk, his heart fluttering in his chest.

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Maybe it was the kiss that brought you back. Maybe it was the riskiness of it all – of time traveling back and forth and hoping not to get caught like lovers who sneak out in the late hours of the night. And, maybe, it was him. The charm, the blue eyes, hell, even the accent. Something kept pulling you back – and you ended up traveling back and forth a few more times after that to meet with him again. A month into the endeavor, though, you almost got caught in your miscellaneous travels, and had to lay low. There were dangers to excessive traveling – especially when you were traveling to around the same time each trip.

Consequently, you knew being caught would come with worse ramifications – your equipment revoked, your termination, and a possible memory wipe to keep you from wondering about your experiences. So, you waited. For nearly a year and a half, you kept your time traveling to work-only. In this time, you read up on Collins – anything you could find online you’d consume instantly.

What you found was… heart breaking, to say the least. You’d read that he married and had kids and grandkids and lived a full and happy life, without you. It was selfish of you to think that way, but you couldn’t help but have your heart sink every time you thought of it. And so, you came up with a solution.

If you don’t go back – if you leave him heartbroken – what if he never meets the woman who he will marry? He broods, stays indoors, and misses his life-changing moment. You couldn’t do that to him; you wanted him to be happy. Even after all this time, his happiness was important to you.

You’d decided to come clean to him the night you went to his house for the first time, which was only a week since you last saw each other for him but forever for you. It was risky to tell anybody in the past of the secrets from the future, but to leave Collins without the truth would kill you.

It was a night like all others you had spent with him – bellies filled with beer, giggles cutting off most of your sentences. After spending so much time away from these memories, seeing them alive again felt like a wave of nostalgia hitting you. In fact, upon seeing Collins for the first time that night, you had to stop yourself from tearing up and remarking over how good he looked (though you may have hugged for just a tad too long - but you’re sure he didn’t mind).

You walked with him back to his house, knowing that a private place would be the best location to reveal your deepest secret. The stars were shining brightly that night as he kept an arm around your shoulders to keep you warm from the chilly night air. In another life, maybe this could have been a lovely routine.

“You can take a seat, if you’d like,” he stated as you entered the front door into the living room. It was modestly decorated, and you saw that he was referring to a brown couch in the middle of the room. He finished hanging your coat up on the coatrack before joining you.

“Jack, I need to tell you something,” you started, your eyes transfixed on your folded hands in your lap. You could feel him tense up beside you, as if expecting some terrible news. To be fair, it wasn’t going to be good news. “I don’t know if you’ll believe me, but I sincerely hope you do.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment, causing you to continue. You looked up into his eyes as you began to speak, though the concern and desperation was easily noticeable. It made your stomach tighten as words struggled to come out. “I’m a time traveler.”

Dead silence. You wondered if he thought you were crazy, or just coming up with some lie to explain not being able to see him. You shook the thoughts from your mind and continued. “The night we met, I was on a mission to retrieve important documents. I’m from the future, and I didn’t mean to meet you or keep this going for as long as it did, but –”

“If you wanted to end things, you could’ve just said so,” he cut off, his voice sharp and filled with hurt. “I would’ve understood that instead of stringing me on.”

“No, no that’s not it, I swear,” you hastily tried to explain as you searched his eyes. Your own filled with tears as you denied his assumptions. Your words came out in a blurry as you hoped he would listen to your explanation. “They always warned us not to even say hi to anybody on our missions because we could grow attached and I see what they mean now because I’m in love with you and I don’t want to leave you.”

He froze when those words came out of your mouth. You did, too, for you didn’t realize what you had said until moments after you had uttered it. You saw his eyes soften, offering you a small glimmer of hope to further make him believe.

“Look,” you said, fumbling through your pockets to find the time-travel device you always kept on you. It was a thin, rectangular device that projected a clock with blue digits, showing the year, month, day, hour, and second. “I can change the settings to a few seconds from now, if you want me to demonstrate –”

“No.” Collins interjected, his eyes moving from the projected numbers to your own gaze, then he brought his hands to his face and rubbed his eyes. “No, I believe you. I just – it’s hard to think about.”

“I know,” you pocketed the device. The next part was going to be even harder to get through. “It’s dangerous for me to keep teleporting back and forth. This is going to be the last time I can see you.”

“What?” His head shot up and searched your eyes for any sign of deception. “What do you mean?”

“Time traveling excessively to the same place and around the same time can severely alter the future, and that’s the best-case scenario,” you continued, your throat tightening as you saw the desperation cross his features. “I can’t come back here again.”

“Then just stay here. With me, in this time,” Collins offered. You knew he’d plead for that, and you had toyed around with the idea of staying in this time – but ultimately you knew that couldn’t work out. “I can take care of you here.”

“I can’t leave my home,” you answered firmly, though inside you were anything but. You felt like you would break at any moment. “I’m sorry, Collins, it’s just not an option. If I stay here, something worse could happen to my timeline in the future. I could even cease to exist.”

The last sentence cause Collins to understand why you couldn’t stay behind. What would be the point in you staying if you ended up disappearing in the end? Wordlessly, he got up and disappeared into a hallway. You watched him go, puzzled as to what he was doing, and saw him come back with a record in his hand. He placed it on the record player sat on a table in the living room, and soon the melodic sounds of a trumpet began to fill the air.

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_5THTGXG0sA)

He walked back to you and offered you his hand. In an effortless action, he pulled you to your feet and held you close to him. You two began gently swaying as the music swelled, his hand on your waist and his other clasped around yours tightly.

“I figure we can have our first and last dance together, right, future girl?” he whispered into your ear as you spun around his living room. You smiled at his nickname and nodded into his chest.

“Of course.”

He held you tightly throughout the song, as if you would disappear from him if his grip was too loose.

“I’m in love with you, too. And if this is the last time I’ll ever see you, I want you to know that.” He whispered into your ear. You kept yourself from looking at him then, for you knew you’d start crying if you did.

You finally looked up at him as the song came to an end and, without a moment’s hesitation, he brought his lips to yours in one last, longing kiss. When the kiss ended, you noticed his eyes welling up with tears. You wiped one stray tear away with your thumb and brought his cheek to your lips to give it a small peck.

“Listen, I need you to forget about me,” you started, and you saw how your words made his features mix with confusion. He was about to protest when you began again. “If our meeting stops you from your destiny – from meeting your future wife and having the kids you were meant to have – who knows what could happen to my world. I need you to live your life like I never existed.”

Collins was silent for a few moments, as if trying to find any reason to disagree with you. Finally, he sighed, and nodded. “It won’t be easy, you know. You’re unforgettable, and I won’t ever stop wishing for my destiny to be… you.”

Silence fell between the two of you, as you melted back into his arms for a last embrace before going into the dark of the night and leaving Jack Collins alone in his living room, his heart plummeting in his chest.

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Jack Collins sat in his room at the nursing home, his eyes reading the morning newspaper behind a pair of thick bifocals but not taking in any of its meaning. He was in his 70s, his hair faded into a white and slowly falling out. With his faint hearing, he thought he heard the melodic beginning of a Louis Armstrong song play from the doorway. He turned slightly, and started when he saw who was standing in it.

You. And you looked the same as you did that night all those years ago. He stood up, afraid that he was imagining it. You set the speaker playing the same song the two of you danced to on a nearby table and smiled at him.

“Mr. Collins. Fancy a dance?” You asked as you held your hand out. His wrinkled one was placed in yours and the two of you began swaying in a much similar fashion to the way you did in his living room, though a bit slower. Nurses passing by the doorway pondered for a moment if one of his granddaughters had come to visit, but the truth of it was only shared between the two of you.

“Are you going to leave again?” He asked when the song ended, though his tone was more playful than it was sad.

“Actually, I’ll be here for a while this time, I can afford to be,” you replied with a smile. Soon the two of you were sitting in the two arm chairs in his room, you listening to the stories of his life after you left. You listened with excitement, your soft hand placed over his aged one, as he even retold how excited he was when he met you. His wrinkled face lightened up with the recalling of all his fond memories. How nervous he was when he waited for you to arrive each night, afraid you were too out of his league to come back to him.

“But you always showed up, and knowing now how difficult it was for you to keep your word, well, it means a lot to me even more.” He said and smiled fondly at you. “And look, you even came back to me now. A little late, but I guess it’s better late than never.”

“You have not lost your sarcasm,” you replied with a giggle. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

“I do mean it, though. It’s great to see you again – I never thought I would.”

That night, Jack Collins passed away peacefully in his sleep at the age of 73. He lived a long and fruitful life, and is survived by his children and grandchildren. You, of course, knew this when you traveled back to see him, and hoped that he was content that the last thing he’d see before falling asleep that night was the smiling, happy face of his future girl.

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emilyplaysotome · 7 years

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Part 34 - Girl Interrupted

Down the Voltage Rabbit Hole is an ongoing story about our MC, who could easily be anyone in voltage fandom. She woke up in hospital bed only to discover that she’d somehow been transported Voltage universe.

This story is ongoing, so if you missed a part, or are new to the story, please use the link to the masterpost below to catch yourself up:

https://tinyurl.com/k4rrxna

Part 34 - Girl Interrupted

In the course of a few days I had been rejected, run into the arms of another man, and returned home only to receive a confession that teetered on the edge between friendship and happily ever after.

Back home, the idea that a man could come around this quickly was unheard of, but this was otome-ville where the dreams of women, no matter how outlandish, could come true. Zyglavis’ change of heart was more realistic than most of the arrogant, womanizing types being able to commit without straying, and having been exposed to this world for a few weeks now, I took everything that was happening at face value.

My time here had been a bit chaotic, but overall it was clear that I’d assimilated to a degree - no longer worrying insofar as whose route I’d triggered or the consequences of courting the various men who tempted me in a way that no one could back home.

My days had gone from the routine of working the same job day in, and day out, spending my weekends meeting up with subpar dates, to a life of constant romantic possibilities and excitement as I navigated this world with the ironic purpose of leaving it.

It had been a wild ride and everything had led up to this moment, in Zyglavis’ room as he and I inched closer to share our first kiss. With every millimeter, I felt my heart rate increase with the hope that I could tip the scale towards my picture perfect conclusion.

“Lord Zyglavis! Lady Ami!”

Altair’s shrill, childlike voice broke the silence, causing us to jump away from each other as the small God bounded into Zyglavis’ room, completely oblivious to the moment he’d interrupted. He was too cute to be genuinely mad at, and when my eyes landed on Zyglavis it was clear that his stone-faced exterior hid any inkling of what had transpired between us from the young God.

With that said, I was sure that my face most likely gave everything away, yet Altair didn’t seem to notice, and instead skipped up to Zyglavis with a big, goofy grin on his little face.

“Forgive my intrusion but Lord Huedhaut has found something!”

“Altair, you really should knock before…”

“I apologize Lord Zyglavis but…” Altair said insistently, turning towards me, “Lady Ami! He’s found your way home!”

Being the child that he was, Altair had not picked up on the latent attraction between me and Zyglavis, and instead, chattered excitedly holding my hand the entire length of the hall to the living room.

“Lady Ami, I’m going to miss you but you’ll remember me right?”

“Of course I will Altair.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to visit you more. There’s been so much work to do with Lord Zyglavis out of the office as much as he is these days…”

“It’s okay, we’re still friends right?”

“Right!”

I found myself glancing back at Zyglavis, trying to get a sense of what was going through his head but unfortunately for me he’d returned to his typical unreadable self.

He walked next to us with his usual stiff posture, not commenting on anything Altair said and keeping a comfortable distance from us.

Even though I continued to look back at him, he didn’t seem to want to make eye contact with me, and instead picked up his pace so he could reach the double doors to the living room before us. Despite how inexpressive his face was, from his actions was clear that he was impatient and wanted to know exactly what Huedhaut had found.

I worried that he regretted almost kissing me, and was feeling relieved that I would soon be home.

Conversely, my heart wanting nothing more than him at this very moment. I tried my best to smile and not show Altair the worry that was growing within me, and followed Zyglavis into the living room. I hoped that whatever Huedhaut had found wouldn’t force me to leave this world without knowing how Zyglavis felt in his heart.

I hoped that even if I were to be sent home, I’d at least get a little more time with him.

Huedhaut and Leon were waiting for us in the living room, and upon seeing the Gods, Altair let go of my hand and boyishly skipped over to the couch, taking a seat next to Huedhaut, who was holding a weathered looking book. He appeared to be studying a passage in it, as he thoughtfully cradled his chin in his hand.

“I’ve brought Lady Ami.”

Leon scoffed at Altair’s use of “Lady” for me, and with his usual smirk added, “Pack your bags Goldfish. It’s time to get you home.”

“Leon - stop. It’s not that simple,” Huedhaut quietly interjected, his eyes still glued to the book.

“You’re too humble Huedhaut.”

“We don’t yet know where she appeared,” he fired back, “and until we do it will be impossible for her to get back.”

“Altair, it appears you were mistaken,” Zyglavis said, to which Altair’s little face scrunched up, concerned that he’d acted to hastily.

“But Lord Zyglavis….Lord Leon said…”

“Minister Ponytail is just sad that his beloved Goldfish will be thrown back in the pond soon enough - do not let it bother you Altair.”

“Why you arrogant Lion!”

With the exception of how irritable Zyglavis was being, it was impossible to tell how he really felt about everything. I continued to occasionally look over at him, but each time I did he continued to refuse to make eye contact with me, and instead focused on the Gods in the living room with his standard stony exterior, as he bickered back and forth with Leon.

A small sigh escaped my lips as I wrestled internally with the fact that I had solved the question as far as where I appeared, but having gotten so close to Zyglavis moments before fretted that should I tell Huedhaut, I’d really never get the chance to explore anything with him the way my heart wanted me to.

Unaware of what was going on in my head, Zyglavis prompted Huedhaut to elaborate, and I learned that the book he was reading was an old tome from the heavens’ library, which referenced a girl who appeared on Earth.

Like me, she claimed to be from a world which was similar, but not the same, and ultimately got back with help from the King of the Heavens. In the passage Huedhaut had found, it was said that the King took her back to the location where she appeared, and using a similar technique that sent me back to the 1850s, revealed an otherwise invisible door to the world from which she’d come. Huedhaut concluded by telling Zyglavis that should we know my point of origin, he could easily see if there was a door, and thus a way for me to get back.

As Huedhaut spoke, my head and heart continued to engage in a game of tug of war that had lasted since Altair had interrupted us.

I felt upset and relieved at the same time. My head told me I needed to get back, to remove myself from the fantasy and reacclimate to my life that was waiting for me - the one I’d made for myself. My heart whispered in my ear that life was not worth living without love, and having never found it back home owed it to myself to try and find it here.

Ultimately my head won out, purely due to the fact that my discomfort surrounding the situation prompted me to put my hands in my jacket pocket (a defensive posture of sorts), thereby rediscovering the knit hat I’d stowed away.

It had acted as an anchor when it came to Shun, and it served its purpose of acting as one once more, reminding me of the person I was and the history I had in my world - the one I needed to get back to…the one I belonged to.

I hadn’t told Zyglavis about Revance, or my trip to the park seeing as how our reunion had taken such an unexpected turn, and I interrupted the bickering amongst the Gods to share what I’d learned in the time I’d been away. I omitted my sleepover with Jin and any other juicy details that might result in a scolding from Leon, and instead focused on the fact that if there was a door it was indeed invisible as I’d left the park convinced I would probably be stuck in this world forever.

Zyglavis appeared to be the most surprised initially, but quickly recovered - urging us all to head back to Yoyogi park and the bench where Iori had found me.

Naturally it was the logical thing to do, but my heart ached as I searched for any signs that might indicate he wasn’t ready for me to leave. The small shred of hope I currently clung to was Leon’s jab which had indicated he cared for me more than he wanted to admit. Unfortunately for me, it was too hard to tell with a man like Zyglavis, and he only made eye contact briefly in the process of offering me a curt apology.

He noted his error in writing Revance off and bowed to me formally, but before I could even tell him to lift his head, Leon impatiently snapped his fingers and transported all of us (except for Altair) to the park.

Upon arrival, Huedhaut quickly got to work, surveying the area and intermittently consulting the tome he was still in possession of.

After a few minutes of reading, looking, and then reading again, he instructed me to sit on the bench and buzzed around me, snapping his fingers intermittently as both Leon and Zyglavis watched on in silence.

There was something slightly triumphant about Leon’s expression (perhaps because he felt closer to a world that was rid of me and headache free), and seeing his smugness irked me. I started to say something, but thought better of it, and instead looked over at Zyglavis who stood next to the lion, arms crossed and serious.

His presence as a Minister of Punishments was in such stark contrast to the man whose arms I’d been in earlier. I hoped that if Huedhaut were to find a door, Zyglavis would be forced to step up, similar to the way Baba had run after me when I pretended to storm out of the Tres Spades.

I hoped that when push came to shove, even if it were at the last minute, he’d act and I felt myself wishing (albeit futile) for him to not let me walk out of his life.

“How odd,” Huedhaut finally said, “The door is here…but it’s very faint.”

“What does that mean?” I asked.

“Perhaps you need more power…”

“No Leon, it’s her,” Huedhaut narrowed his eyes at me. “Tell me Ami, do you feel as if you’ve changed since coming here?”

“Changed?”

“Assimilated to our way of life. Are you different from the person you were in your world?”

The question itself felt quite existential, and I racked my brain trying to think about who I was then versus who I was now.

Before I’d arrived I gone to work, managing a team of people under me.

While I hadn’t loved it, I liked it enough, and felt proud at the fact that I’d built a life for myself from the ground up. I hadn’t used connections from my parents to get ahead in life, and I knew that everything I owned was a result of my own hard work.

I’d hustled in high school to get myself a full scholarship for college, and I’d hustled at part-time jobs and internships before landing a job out of college. I’d never asked my folks for money, and I now made more annually as a single earner than they had with their annual salaries combined.

When I wasn’t working, I had friends and interests such as our restaurant club, concerts, theater, summer film series in the park, etc. In fact before I’d arrived I’d just started learning Muay Thai in an attempt to get myself in better shape as well as meet some new people.

My life back home was surprisingly full, even without a partner.

In fact, I wondered if that fullness was partially to blame for eating up the time and making it unlikely that I’d find a romantic partner. Comparatively in this world, with nothing but time on my hands I found myself caught up in romance after romance.

The more I thought about my life here, the more I realized how little I did outside of dates, or thoughts surrounding a man, and it was then that the truth hit me like a ton of bricks.

“Holy shit I’ve become a bland AF MC!”

All three Gods stared at me with puzzled expressions, and I, having had an epiphany of sorts jumped to my feet and ran over to Zyglavis.

“Bland AF MC?” Zyglavis parroted, obviously confused by the terms I’d thrown his way.

“Don’t you see - you said it before. I am boy crazy - that in essence is the problem.”

Zyglavis’ cheeks reddened at my close proximity, but he managed a curt reply of, “I don’t follow.”

“Back home, I had a life that didn’t revolve around a guy but since I got here…There’s been nothing but man after man, date after date, and when I’m not on a date I’m thinking about a man or a date and…”

I let out a loud groan of disgust.

“No wonder it doesn’t open - I’ve lost the person I was. The person that is fiercely independent…the person that goes to the movies alone because she wants to see the film and doesn’t care that she has no one to see it with…”

As I ranted I noticed Huedhaut and Leon shooting each other judgemental looks, unclear as to what my point was. I continued, suddenly not caring about what it was that they thought of me, almost as if I needed to say what I was thinking aloud to remind myself who I’d been in an attempt to break the spell this world had cast on me.

“The person who tries a new hobby because she wants to see if she can do it. The person…who made this knit hat in the 9th grade for herself when every other girl in my class made it with the intention of giving it to a boy during our winter gift exchange.”

I finished my speech with a triumphant smile on my face, and when I pulled myself away from the memories that had come flooding back, I noticed that Zyglavis was looking at me with affection.

It was the first time since we’d been interrupted that he looked at me with any sort of familiarity, and I felt my smile growing wider upon seeing the tenderness in his eyes directed towards me.

Huedhaut and Leon still looked confused, and Leon finally broke the silence by noting that the female Goldfish of this world engaged in cooking meals for their boyfriends, which could be considered an interest.

“My girlfriend puts a lot of time into her appearance when we go on dates,” Huedhaut added. “Fashion is an interest.”

I listened to the Gods verbally work through the fact that most women in this world subscribed to being submissive in nature to the men that they were with. They tried to justify interests that were linked to man’s happiness as interests as independent ones, and it was clear that they had trouble understanding why anyone would ever want to go to a movie alone.

Ultimately they settled on an oversimplification - that women in my world were just more “masculine” in the sense that they didn’t adhere so strictly to the gender roles the Gods were familiar with in this world.

I had to chuckle, thinking back to all the MCs I’d played, who prioritized themselves last, and the men in their world, first.

At the time, they’d made me so frustrated to the point that there were certain games I’d avoid due to not wanting to read such a lame MC. Yet here I was, running around for the past three weeks living their same, boring lives. Now that I knew what was happening, it was high time that I stopped acting this way.

Ami Mizuno the MC would be dead from now on.

It was time to become Naomi again.

Back in Zyglavis’ room, I booted up my laptop in Operation GTFO HQ and began looking for ways I could reassert my independence.

In booting up I found several emails waiting for me from Revance, asking permission to use my song at the surprise concert that was taking place later tonight. Not wanting the moment to slip through my fingers, I quickly rang Ryo and let him know that he should feel free to use the song, in exchange for a pair of tickets (as well as payment).

From there, Ryo insisted that I agree to meet up with the band after the concert to discuss additional collaborations. Upon agreeing, Ryo let me know he’d leave two tickets in my name at the box office.

“They’ll be good ones too. I can’t wait for you to see us perform your song.”

“Thanks Ryo. And please apologize to Iori for me. I’m sorry to have run off like that.”

There was a pause on the other end before I heard him clear his voice and mutter, “I’m just glad to hear you sounding happy like this.”

I had to smile.

That line might have gotten to Ami Mizuno but Naomi was staying strong. I thanked him once more and hung up, only to dial the person I most wanted to accompany me tonight on my concert date.

“Hello…Sakiko? What are you doing tonight?”

The problem this world presented was that it was mostly void of offering anything outside of window shopping, shopping, movies, parks, and a few other date spots.

However, if I was going to successfully return to the person I was, open the door, and get home I’d need to improvise a bit, and having winged it for the past three weeks I wasn’t worried in the slightest. There were no Muay Thai classes in bizarro Toyko…so I thought of the next best thing.

I TalkTime-d Namba and let him know that while I was still in Tokyo, I wanted to learn Kendo, but couldn’t find a class. He offered up (as I thought he would) private lessons from Shusuke Soma at the academy before classes began and I leapt at the opportunity.

Knowing that Namba was not Hiroshi I knew that this offer came without strings to the point that it was unlikely I’d even bump into him at the academy. With my mornings now full from 6 AM - 7 AM, I thanked him and moved on to my next independent interest.

At the moment I was dependent on the Gods, and back home I relied on myself and myself alone.

My next move was to accept the offer at Addison & Rhodes effective immediately, so Monday - Friday I’d return to career woman I’d been in the past.

Unsurprisingly, Shun was overjoyed at the news, and let me know that he’d be taking me out on my first day to celebrate. Before we hung up I made it clear that my accepting the job was contingent on having a workday which ended at 6 PM. I could not run the risk of becoming an MC whose entire identity became her job and the men she worked with, and felt a bit triumphant at the fact that I had so skillfully identified yet another trap to keep me in this world.

While Shun admitted that might tough to accommodate (seeing as how A&R employees tended to work themselves to the bone), he promised it as an exception for me, in order to prove how badly he wanted me at the company. I told him to add a line or two addressing that point to his offer letter and he agreed, hanging up shortly thereafter.

Before I was even able to write my final independent interest, I heard an email notification. Shun had sent over the details of employment and the official A&R offer letter.

I formally accepted, and then wrote Soji Higashiyama.

In the otome-verse it was hard to find a man who I felt had a unique profession. For the most part, they were high ranking office workers, notable writers/athletes/entertainers, doctors, or chefs. Like most people, it was rare that they did something unique enough to really pique my interest.

However, Soji Higashiyama was one of the few men I could think of whose profession interested me. As a ceramicist I knew he lived off the beaten path, in a studio a few hours away from Toyko.

I planned to ask him to allow me to study under him on Saturdays, as I’d always thought that pottery looked like a fun hobby. His email had been pretty easy to find, and I sent it with the hope he’d respond quickly, allowing me to visit him in a week’s time.

After a solid hour of calling, texting, and emailing in the spirit of reclaiming my identity, I turned to see Zyglavis sitting on the bed, watching me with a conflicted expression on his face.

“Oh, Zyglavis,” I said absentmindedly, closing my laptop, “When did you come in? I didn’t notice you…”

“No. It appears you did not,” he said, with a hurt expression on his face.

“I’m sorry - I didn’t mean to ignore you. Did you need something?”

He stiffly shook his head, “No. You are proceeding in a logical manner, it is good to see.”

“What’s up?”

I walked over to the bed and sat next to him, forgetting all about the events of the morning. He looked down and let out a self deprecating chuckle.

“I apologize Ami Mizuno, but it appears that your irrational behavior has rubbed off on me.”

“Hey! I’m not…”

I started to bicker with him, falling back into the comfortable relationship we shared, but he quickly moved away, wincing slightly.

“Forgive me, I am not myself. I do not trust myself at the moment and will be spending some time in the heavens. After all…you need your space right? To reclaim your independence.”

I wasn’t entirely sure what he was getting at, but I nodded, the feelings of affection returning even though I knew it best to put them aside for the time being. I watched as he forced a smile and snapped his fingers, three times.

“The fridge is now full so you should be set for the weekend. I have replenished your cash reserves as well, to prevent you from involving yourself further with that riffraff. Finally…”

Zyglavis trailed off, eyes landing on the bed behind me.

I turned back to see a brand new concert outfit on the bed, and a bashful Zyglavis who once more was having trouble making eye contact with me. It was obvious that the grey zone our relationship was currently in was causing him emotional distress, and as badly as I wanted to run into his arms I knew that I couldn’t.

As he would say, it would be illogical of me to throw away my entire history for a caricature of a man that I’d known for less than a month.

“Have fun with your friend Ami,” he said, and with the snap of his fingers, I was alone in his room for the foreseeable future.

To be continued…in Part 35

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mourning becomes america or how i stopped worrying and learned to love the apocalypse?

happy fucking new year!

hey! is everyone still crying? it’s been almost two months now since the election. i meant to get this post up before the election, but you know how it is. life came along and altered my plans. funny how that happens all the time...

have you survived the most divisive election in american history? after that shit show, america needs a vacation! or serious psycho therapy. i’m exhausted, are you?

since chump [or rump if you prefer] was elected, i’m asked the same questions; “how did this happen?”, “what’s wrong with people?”, “do you believe he was actually elected?”, “is he going to get us into a war?”, “will the world end?”. answers: people are stupid, people are really ignorant, yes, yes and no!

before we continue, let’s get something straight. stupidity and ignorance are two different things. stupidity, your brain doesn’t work. for whatever reason, it’s not functioning properly. you’re not developmentally challenged, no one hit you on the head and damaged your brain. you just don’t know how to use your brain for making rational thoughts or decisions.

ignorance, on the other hand [and notice the root word], you choose to ignore the facts. all the information is there, but you either don’t want to know them or don’t care about them because they don’t fit your construct of reality. you are willfully oblivious!

we’ll address the other answers in a moment... the day after the election, nyc looked like a ghost town. the streets were empty. the sky was covered with angry dark smoke and ash gray colored clouds, blocking all light. i sensed an unspeakable foreboding, as if all the life and happiness had been drained out of the world. i kept waiting for the sky to open and a voice to say, “there is no love in this house!” what few people i did see walking around acted like they were zombified, as if they had been given a frontal lobotomy. it’s been almost two month and i still see mystified new yorkers walking around in a daze as if the shock treatment they recently had hasn’t worn off yet. their disbelief that chump is our president elect all a bad dream; and at any moment they will wake up and hillary will miraculously be president. you need another round of shock treatment!!! better yet, let’s perform another lobotomy on your brain so that you can remain in your pseudo-liberal fantasy!

on my food coop shifts, i hear people talk about how stunned they are that chump is president. when they start whining, well, let’s just say that they are lucky that there are gun laws in ny! if i had a gun, there’s no telling what i might do with it. they bitch about chump; what a crook he is, he’s a misogynist, a tax dodger, a draft dodger, he has no redeeming moral values, he’ll send your children to die in a war, blah, blah, blah... but guess what? it’s not going to effect them because they’re middle class and white! i’ll say it again! they’re not going to be effected by any of chump’s policies because they’re middle class and white!!! have you noticed that all the people bitching about chump becoming president are people who are actually going to benefit from he’s policies? so why are they bitching? because they are ignorant in a different way than chump’s supporters! they’re hillary supporters. you know, the social “liberal” elite that think they are too intelligent to support an attention grabbing buffoon like chump. they’re all for social justice as long as it doesn’t come to their neighborhood. help the homeless! but not in my neighborhood! help the junkies get off drugs! but don’t put a rehab center in my neighborhood! help the minorities and underprivileged kids get a better education! just keep them in their neighborhoods! separate but equal!!! and when we gentrify their neighborhood, bus them to a school in another neighborhood with other brown people like themselves. you know, just so they feel comfortable with their own kind...

hillary won new york [and she only won the state because of nyc and westchester, the most densely populated parts of the state - chump won most of the counties, but they had few electoral votes] and most of new england [she and chump split maine - because people in maine are crazy! or are they? mmm... ]. the plain and simple truth is, as new yorkers, we live in a bubble. and it’s a hypocritical bubble at that! for all our so called “progressive” and “liberal” thinking, nyc is one of the most segregated cities in america! i shit you not!!! school system - number 1 in segregation! through gentrification, people of color are being priced out of neighborhoods they’ve lived in for decades. in some cases, over a century! or if they are “financially viable”, the realtors have some bullshit excuse for keeping them out of their own neighborhood; and/or a so called “up and coming” or “good” neighborhood. and it’s become very difficult to prove racial, ethnic and religious discrimination here now. over the last 10 years, we’ve had an increase in hate crimes. probably due to a backlash from obama becoming president than anything else. as soon as he became president, as i predicted, all the racists hiding in the closet came out. and they came out with a fury! but what’s funnier is that it took a biracial black man with a white mother and whose father is from kenya, so there’s no african american slave connection for him to bitch about, to become our first “black” president. in some aspects, our first “black” president is technically white because of his mother. it’s not just jewish law, it used to be the law of the land, you are the race of your mother, until the jim crow laws went into effect and wealthy whites in the south started disowning their daughters for falling in love with former slaves. this was a topic that was discussed it the media when obama was elected. should he really be considered black because his mother was white. white politicians were so pissed off that obama is miscegenated, that the 2010 census was changed to include biracial and multiracial categories for the first time just so that they didn’t have to admit that he is technically white!!! or to quote an archaic expression - he is an issued negro. don’t you love the racism in this country?! land of the free... and just a side note, and i'm not saying any of this is right one way or the other; but that recently freed black male former slave theoretically had more rights than a white female who had allegedly been free all her life. i’m just saying. it’s misogyny at its best! african americans had a problem with obama too! his father’s from kenya. his family didn’t experience american slavery, so they felt that obama couldn’t relate to them. no matter where he turned, he got it from both sides! but honestly, could you get any whiter than obama?! really?!!! if he says “folks” one more time! he’s like a 1950s white sitcom dad! is he channelling ward clever or jim anderson?! so don’t put on the pretense of shock and disbelief that a demagogue like chump is now our president. the only real ethnic diversity white americans want is in their take-out!

before i begin berating our candidates, i want to point out a few of obama’s finer points. the republics and many white americans say that obama is soft on illegal immigration. in fact, obama has deported more or has more illegals in detention centers than any other president. obama actually wanted to have universal health care, but the pussy democrats wouldn’t support him. wonder why? could it be that he beat all his white counter parts during the primary? were the clintons secretly sabotaging his presidency with backdoor deals? who knows?! what we got instead was this watered down bullshit that is the same plan that mitt romney introduced in massachusetts when he was governor. it’s not obama care, it’s romney care! with no support from his own party, obama kissed so much republican ass he became mitt romney. yeah, he got a few things done. he did something w. never did. he got osama! if anything, can you conservative ass wipes give him that?! but let’s point out some of the good things obama has done. he appointed the first latino to the supreme court; and it’s a woman! he’s expanded rights for the lgbt community! same sex marriage! yay?... same sex divorce?... everybody’s got a right to be an asshole, right?..... when it came to commuting jail sentences and giving out presidential pardons, obama actually gave them to people who were really repentant for their crimes and who deserved a second chance, not some white collar hedge fund executive that lost someone’s life saving. obama lifted sanctions and normalized relations with cuba. yes, that’s a good thing! what are you haters holding on to?! chump getting elected killed castro! not your fucking bombs in his beard or your agents wearing poison lipstick. are you serious?! the attempts to kill him were like plots from a bad mike myers movie! and at least obama didn’t get us into any “new” wars. he tried to get us out of old ones, but alas, that didn’t last long because we destabilized those regions so much, we’ll never get out.

as for whether or not chump is going to get us into a war - hell yeah! we are already involved in several wars around the globe; whether we’re providing arms or troops, we’re there. the question is whether chump are going to escalate any war actions we are involved in. it pains me to say, because so many people are suffering in syria and the least we could do is provide them with relief by giving them sanctuary, but obama was right not to send troops into syria and get us deeper into another war that we can’t get out of. w bush and company took out saddam which completely destabilized the entire middle east. iraq and iran kept each other in check, which in turn kept the rest of the middle east in check because saddam was batshit crazy and no one knew what that crazy fucker was going to do! now look at the shit show that’s there! the truth is, no matter who became our president, we will probably going to have to send our forces somewhere. why? because of oil! i’ll say that again. because of oil! it was a matter of who wanted to do it willingly and who would do it reluctantly. hillary and chump would do it willingly for different reasons. hillary wants to prove she’s got a bigger dick and is just as tough as the boys; and there’s oil! chump wants to plaster his shitty hotels and casinos all over the middle east; and there’s oil! if bernie went in, it’s because he couldn’t stand the atrocities of the al-assad government, not so much the oil, but americans will force him to get the oil!

so here’s a novel idea! please follow along because there will be a quiz afterwards! let’s take some of that money we’re putting into the american war machine, oil exploration and gas fracking in our national parks, wild life preserves and off shore waters, and put it into developing affordable solar and other forms of natural energy. stop using your gas guzzling vehicles. stop heating your homes with crude and gas. basically get off the oil tit! then we wouldn’t need to send our troops into the middle east to steal the fucking oil from the arabs and the persians! our troops wouldn’t come back home fucked in the head because they shot a 6 year old they thought was carrying a bomb and then they wouldn’t need the mental health care that you refuse to provide them with through your bureaucratic bullshit and they wouldn’t commit suicide or shoot up supermarkets, mickey dees and shopping malls!!! got all that?! oh, i forgot. none of that is going to happen because politicians like hillary and rich assholes that can buy their way into the presidency like chump have the oil companies’ cocks so deep down their throats, that oil spluge has bypassed their stomachs and is gushing out their asses. what?! i can’t hear your lies! you have a dick jammed in your filthy putrid jizz infested mouth! remember to swipe it before you kiss your children you unrepentant gangrenous demonic cuntmuscle! un-fucking-believable what these assholes are doing to vets!!!

people asked, before and after the election, is this the best we can do? is this the best america has to offer? yes!!! yes it is! why? because this country is and always will be a cesspool!

first, let us look at the major candidates. all the candidates, including bernie. contrary to popular belief, hillary, chump and bernie were not the only people running for president. there were over 100 people running for president. some of them had legitimate platforms like jill stein and gary johnson. while others wanted to mandate policies of seeking out extraterrestrials and expelling them from the planet [that’s taking xenophobia to the extreme] to insuring the rights of sasquatch to the guy who wants to ban animals as food. yes!!! someone wants to ban your rights to eat a juicy burger or steak or that delicious pulled pork sandwich! no more bacon and eggs?! heavens to murgatroyd!!!

let’s start with bernie... a lot of people think that hillary railroaded bernie. and there probably was some tempering and election fraud during the democratic party primaries. why? because the fucking clintons are bullies! they’ve become so powerful, if you’re a member of the democratic party and you want to do something, anything at all, you have to have backing by the clintons. remember that back in 2008 when hillary was running against obama in the primaries, the clintons tried to bribe the delegates to change their votes for obama to her during the democratic convention. the delegates wouldn’t and the most old bug eyes and bubba could get obama to agree to was a cabinet post for her. being a bully can only get you so far. and i’m not saying this is true, i don’t know what’s in her heart, but can you imagine what would have happened to obama if he had picked her as his vice president? would air force one be shot down by “terrorists”? maybe an “accidental” fall down a flight of stairs?

honestly, she didn’t need to bully bernie because he wouldn’t have gotten elected anyway. and it’s not because he’s a so called “radical”. bernie’s not a radical, he’s an old hippy that bought a suit and tie. he’s not a socialist. he’s not a commie. at least not in the way the republicans, or even some of the democrats, would have you believe. socialist! communist! radical! these are words used to scare people because the powers that be are banking on the fact that most of you don’t even know what these words mean. look at the roots of these words! socialist/social - society! communist/commune - community! the republicans use words like democrat and liberal as if they were profane. democrat - democracy! isn’t that what we claim we want in this country?! democracy?! the right to choose who represents our interest in a fair and uncorrupted system of government! liberal - liberty! liberal means free thinking, open minded and liberty means freedom! is the ability to think for yourself a bad thing?! the republics and their rich crony friends would have you think so. do you want your freedom? or do you want to continue with the illusion of freedom that the current government allows you to have? right now, you have the freedom to keep voting for the same repulsive bullshit parties that aren’t going to do a fucking thing for you except screw you out of your hard earned dollars because rich people and corporations don’t pay their fair share of taxes. radical means change or extreme change from the root; synonymous with things like revolutionary, reform, provocative, liberal, progressive, different. and let me ask you this: pro means good, con means bad. they’re opposites. if progress means to move forward, what does congress mean?!

back to bernie... he’s an old school democrat; the kind that used to believe in things like social and civil rights for all citizens, quite unlike the do nothing, lobbyist and corporation ass-kissing pussy centrists that occupy washington now. what’s so radical about wanting to ensure decent and universal health care to all citizens? what’s so radical about wanting someone to earn a real living wage so that you can afford the fundamentals like food, clothing and shelter? what’s so radical about believing that all americans have a right to get a college education if they want one so that they know they aren’t being screwed over by the rich? what’s so radical about believing in real social justice and wanting to end the privatization of prisons? these are not radical ideas! it’s basic human decency!!! wait! my bad! caring about the well being of your fellow human beings?! that is a radical idea!!! what the fuck is he thinking?! i guess he forgot that the 1960s are over and the lend a helping hand to a person in need spirit has died a long time ago. in fact rigor mortis has set in.

bernie is an independent that joined the democratic party because as an independent, he never would have gotten the exposure he needed running for president. however, he was never going to get elected if he had been the democratic candidate for several reasons. first of all, he truly is independent. too independent! he’s not in bed with anybody! but, isn’t that a good thing? yes! good for us, bad for the corporate money machine that really runs the country. bad for bernie because there was no way in hell they were going to let him take office. bernie does not suck dick and he will not bend over and take it up the ass! secondly, bernie is too nice. he’s angry, but he’s nice. he will call you out on your bullshit, but he does it diplomatically. do you see chump being diplomatic? he’s a fucking asshole! and he just makes shit up just to fuck with you!!! and he doesn’t care if you call him out on his bullshit! he just makes up new bullshit. do you think bernie can contend with that?! he let bug eyes and her monkey devils walk over him. third, bernie didn’t have the support he needed to secure the nomination let alone become president. yes, overwhelmingly bernie had the youth vote, but they make up a small portion of the electorate. some of his supporters weren’t even old enough to vote. and who were these youth supporters? a large portion, dare i say the majority, were under 30, well educated and white. yes, many of his supporters were over 30. many were black and latino. he might have even had some asians and native americans in there. there were some people in their 30s and 40s, but still the majority were well educated, under 30 and white. what does this mean in the greater scheme of things. since the majority of voters are in that 40 to 70 demographic and they overwhelmingly supported bug eyes, it means that bernie was fucked from the beginning! it means that this country is so fractured that we may never come out of the abyss.

the only people who seemed to be listening to what sanders was saying were people who he wasn’t particularly addressing. what he had to say about education and colleges was addressed to the youth vote in part because his ideas on the future of education in this country effected them; but it was really addressed more to their suffering parents who have to pay for that shit. all those angry young people screaming and having temper tantrums at rallies; and later when hillary got the nomination, you didn’t pay for shit! your parents did! what the fuck are you angry about?! you just got out of fucking grad school! what’s the matter?! you’re upset because you didn’t get that six figure job you thought you deserved with your bullshit degree in dead languages?! using your law degree for toilet paper because skadden arps is not hiring this year? boo woo!!! despite what your micro managing parents told you, you don’t get what you want just because you want it. you have to work for it! you have to earn it! bernie was not talking to you!!! you haven’t lived long enough to be disappointed or disenfranchised. if your parents are still paying your cell phone bill or you rent or even half your rent, you are not disenfranchised. you are spoiled and you need to grow the fuck up! bernie was talking to the real disenfranchised, not you. he was talking to people who went through social injustice. he was talking to the people that despite working 40 hours a week, they still can’t pay their bills, rent or feed their family. he was talking to the vets that got neglected by the government when they came back from fighting its unjust wars. unfortunately only a few of these people heard bernie cry out about the injustices in this country and how he wanted to change things. the rest were just too beaten down to listen or care. apathy is now the blue plate special along with avarice for dessert.

now i’m going to say something and take it to heart. because if you take away anything from what i’ve said so far, it is that you have a deeper understanding of how truly fucked up this country is and how divided we are as a nation. bernie would not have won the election because of one simple fact; he’s jewish. we have never had a jewish president or even a vice president. “but we never had a black president and then obama got elected!” yeah, right! and just look at how successful he was with congress shutting down anything he tried to do. we won’t have another black president for another 232 years! grow up!!! let’s face some truths; obama was elected because the american people thought the two white guys that he ran against were scarier! if mccain died, we’d have sarah palen. as for mitt, there wasn’t a self respecting woman alive in american that was going to vote for mitt; and if there husband did, they’d lose their balls. we’ve only had one catholic president and his brains were splattered over the streets of dallas.

there have only been 8 jewish supreme court justices, 3 of which are on the bench now. and not one of them has ever been chief justice! only one was consider for chief justice and so much dirt was dug up on him to keep him from getting the nomination that he had to resign to avoid impeachment. did you watch the senate confirmation hearings for kagan when obama nominated her? that redneck lindsey graham asked her what she did on christmas to call to the fact that she was jewish. why didn’t anyone call this prick out on his bullshit?! her response, “like any good jew, i was probably in a chinese restaurant.” then she asked him what was his point. he admitted he had none other than wanting to know what she did for christmas. why didn’t he just scream “she’s a jew” at the top of his lung because that was his point, right?! and this is what that other asshole redneck pat buchanan had to say about kagan: “If Kagan is confirmed, Jews, who represent less than 2 percent of the U.S. population, will have 33 percent of the Supreme Court seats. Is this the Democrats’ idea of diversity? But while leaders in the black community may be upset, the folks who look more like the real targets of liberal bias are white Protestants and Catholics, who still constitute well over half of the U.S. population.” this is an actual quote from a so called educated person! these two clowns are not in a minority! just travel around the country. get out of la, nyc, san fran, seattle austin and see what’s really out side the bubble. see exactly how “tolerate” the rest of the country actually is.

you’re probably asking, if this country is so anti semitic than why do we support israel? because we hate arabs more than we hate jews! why? because they have oil! enough said! our only interest in israel is to use it as a base camp for destabilizing the middle east to steal the oil from the arabs. we don’t really support israel. if the israelis suddenly found oil, we’d be trying to steal it from them too.

if bernie had gotten the nomination, chump would have used bernie’s faith against him. he throw shit up against hillary about her foundation and chump fucking gave her money for it! given the racial, ethnic and political climate in this country, do you think chump would be a gentleman and not use bernie’s faith against him?! he’d call attention to it every chance he got, even though his own daughter married someone jewish and converted. he’s divisive and doesn’t give a shit if it serves his purpose. chump would probably have you believe that bernie would let israel annex the u.s. and that we’d all have to convert to judaism. chump is a demagogue and he will use your most paranoid fears against you, against bernie, hillary, or anyone that gets in his way. he’ll plant that seed; try to equate bernie with everything the rest of the country hates about jews. jew! new york - jew! brooklyn, new york - jew! woody allen - jew! larry david - jew! whiny, kvetch - jew! chump’s been doing a lot of whining and kvetching himself, but it’s okay because his protestant. and white. and male. and rich. and privileged. and he has been able to screw you out of enough of your money and he wants more! so he has every right to complain! and think about this. bernie had relatives that died in the holocaust. i’m not saying this is fact, it’s only a possibility; chump, whose grandfather was an illegal alien and a pimp from germany [and chump still has relatives living in germany today], may have had relatives that put bernie’s relatives to death. again, not saying it’s true, just saying it’s a possibility. chump never talks about the german side of his family or what they did during the war. when it’s put into perspective, however, kind of sick and ironic, isn’t it?

oh, bug eyes! i have a special place in my heart for bug eyes. she does something to me. it’s called agita! when is somebody going to take that power hungry bitch down?! i don’t mean in an election. i mean when are people going to finally say enough is enough?! take a hint! the american people are tired of you and your sexual predator husband. she should have taken a hint when she ran against obama in 2008. people didn’t want you then; and they certainly don’t want you now. the clintons have too much baggage. sex scandals, money scandals, political improprieties. and for all this scandal, they are very, very, very boring! excruciatingly boring! how could you be involved in political, financial and sex scandals and be so fucking boring?! chump has the same thing going on, but he’s batshit crazy and that makes him entertaining!

this was hillary’s election to lose. and dammit, it was an embarrassing defeat. statically she had everything she needed to win; so how do you get your ass whipped by a batshit crazy megalomaniac with hair that looks like he just had eight rounds of electroshock?! can you explain that to me?! i’ll tell you how; by carrying around the excessive garbage that is the clintons! hillary’s biggest problem, besides the fact that she changed her position every time something became topical or someone challenged her, was that she couldn't prove why she was better than chump. if sanders had an idea, bug eyes said, “"great and here’s how i’m going to expand and make it better.” really?! i mean, really?!!!

bug eyes said chump was unfit to be president. she ought to know, she and bubba went to his wedding. the clintons were, and records show that they still are, members of chump’s country/golf club. in fact chump and bubba were regular golf buddies. chump gave money to the clintons’ foundation and vice versa. the debates were like an episode of divorce court flintstone style; with bug eyes as wilma and chump as fred. were they actually about anything other than middle school name calling?! maybe if we had some third party candidates there, there might have been a real discussion about the issues. what’s the problem chump? did bug eyes and bubba give you a blender in the wrong color for a wedding present? was it cuisinart instead of kitchenaid? what’s the matter bug eyes? did chump and his latest mail order bride not send you a thank you note for said blender? or did you catch bubba groping said mail order bride? if you think he’s so unfit, why the hell are you hanging out with him?! when i think my friends are unfit, not worthy of my company, i cut them off! see ya! don’t call me, i’ll call you when the apocalypse begins. i guess i’ll be making a lot of phone calls soon...

i’ve talk to a lot of people about bug eyes, about chump and so many of them were so turned off and repulsed by this election that they didn’t want to vote at all. they thought chump was a joke, completely unqualified to lead the nation, but they also said that they couldn’t tolerate another 4 years of the clintons. it would be another 4 years of gridlock as an all republic congress tried to shutdown a democratic president; and she’s a woman, so all the men in washington wouldn’t think she’s tough enough to make the”hard” decisions like starting another war in the middle east to get more oil. the scandals and what would bubba’s role be a first man or first husband? there were rumors circulating around that she was going to make him u.n. secretary. if the rumors were true; had she been elected, that would have made them the most powerful couple in the world - bigger than queen elizabeth and prince philip! which is more frightening? chump being president or the clintons being the most powerful couple in the world? because you’re not just electing old bug eyes; they’re a package deal, you’re electing bubba too. it’s a round about way of him getting a third term as president.

you say he wasn’t so bad last time. he was kind of nice. yeah! of course he’s nice. he’s a used car salesman! he has something to sell you that you don’t want. he told you flat out that he was full of shit and he didn’t care. “you vote for me, that’s on you.” and people still voted for him. hell, when he was governor of arkansas he nickname was slick willie! if you can’t figure that out, go back to school! i’ll give it to him, though. at least he has charisma. bug eyes... well, she’s like a frigid proctologist. she feels nothing and is ready to stick a cold, stiff probe up your ass. see, for most people, they knew one way or another they were going to get shafted. it was a question of how they were going to get shafted; by a bile talking limp dick with his innocuous concubine or were they going to get double teamed by an icy anal probe and pathological sex addict. the choice is yours! most people went for the limp dick because they thought it would hurt less when they’d have to bent over. not!!!

bug eyes thought she had the white pseudo intellectual and working class [union employees] vote sewn up; and that she only needed to court the minority vote. a gross miscalculation on her part. she had to do a lot of back paddling because bubba passed the crime bill when he was president and minorities weren’t going to let her forget that. he also passed the welfare reform bill which hurt a lot of single mother out there trying to raise their children. women weren’t going to let her forget that! then there’s her ridiculous slogan, “america’s already great.” how many test audiences did her analysts go through before they settled on that one. is that really the best they could do? how are you going to tell people america is already great when their income doesn’t keep up with the cost of living?! how is american great when 75% of your paycheck goes for rent or on your mortgage?! how is america great when someone would rather pay the penalty for not having healthcare because they can’t afford the so called affordable healthcare because they don’t earn enough, but they earn too much to get any kind of aid? how is american great when you’re forced to go to college just to get a minimum wage job and you go into debt doing so?

years ago, when slick was president, bug eyes had a great slogan. she said, “it takes a village to raise a child.” she even wrote a book about it. she actually “borrowed” it from an african proverb, but none the less it’s true! i would hope that buggers would believe that’s true, after all she supposedly wrote it. i can’t say what’s actually in her heart, but i’ve never seen anything, or heard about or read about her taking some kid from the south side of that village up to her estate in chappaqua. have you? so much for the village...

of the major candidates, hill was the only one that was for gun control. you can no better control the guns in this country than you can control what brand of toothpaste or deodorant people use. americans love their guns and they aren’t giving them up. gun legislation is a joke! take a gander at the brady bill. it doesn’t stop people from buying guns, not really. the bill applies to how guns are sold by licensed dealers. once that gun leaves the gun shop, it’s fair game. and it only applies to guns manufactured in a 50 year period; so let’s say there is a working luger from ww2 at a gun or antique shop, it’s over 50 years old and considered a curio. you don’t need to do a background check because it’s a collector’s piece. you can still shoot someone and blow his head off. or someone with a clean background can buy a gun, then turn around and sell the gun to someone or even give it away as a gift because he’s not a licensed gun dealer. there are too many loop holes in the law that can still get guns in the hands of people who shouldn’t have them. the brady bill was passed to give white americans the illusion of safety.

and why are white americans only mildly concerned about about guns when, say, an african american church or an lgbt night club is shot up? “oh, those poor people! it’s a tragedy!” they have no problem with guns and black on black crime. when someone mentions gun control, they have a convulsion because they need their guns to protect themselves from the brown people who are trying to move into their communities. the only time white americans are truly concerned about gun control is when one of their own goes into a school or one of their suburban shopping malls and shoots up the place. their fears about brown people and crime are preposterous! statically most crime is committed within a race. white on white, black on black, latino on latino, native on native, asian on asian. why? because people stupidly trust people in their own race or ethnic background more than they would a so called outsider. the brown people aren’t coming to get you! not yet anyway... gun control is not the issue. the american attitude is! this nation needs to be on lithium and have some serious psycho therapy about anger management. americans are so quick to solve every problem with violence. maybe it’s because this nation was founded by ex-cons and peasants; there seems to be an abusive streak embedded to the soul of this country. hillary you need to address the systemic problems that’s ailing this nation! you can’t put a bandaid on bleeding artery...

now, don’t get me wrong. bug eyes actually did have a platform. she had ideas that could have actually help people. if you had gone to her website, many her ideas and reforms [some of them “borrowed” from other candidates] were posted there. some of them may have actually worked had she been elected and congress cooperated. they would have help all americans; even those blind, close minded whites that so vehemently supported chump. the problem is that hillary didn’t make that clear to them, or all of us, because she thought that those people were a minority. she thought she had all the “intelligent” people in her pocket. she needed to speak out on the issues. she needed to address the problems of this country with all its citizens and make it clear that she was fighting for everyone. she needed to tell everyone that there are no special interests; that the only interest is the state of human dignity and what it is costing americans to have it. I CHALLENGE ANY POLITICIAN THAT IS AGAINST MINIMUM WAGE TO LIVE ON IT FOR ONE YEAR AND SEE IF THEY CAN SURVIVE WITHOUT SACRIFICING SOME PART OF THEIR DIGNITY! instead, hillary chose to make a disgraceful spectacle of herself by playing a malicious game of “yo’ mama” with the chumpster! come on!!! you’ve been in the political game long enough. saying i’m not chump isn’t going to get you anything, especially when you’re carrying around the baggage that you have. you’re chump in a lady’s pantsuit and less entertaining! how many men refer to their ex-wives as ellie mae? you can’t run on a platform of how ludicrous and incompetent your opponent is if you’re not going to outline how and why you are better than him. you can’t run a platform of “i’m not donald.” that doesn’t mean anything! you have to have solutions to real problems! you have to say what the fuck you’re going to do!!! and you didn’t! and that’s why you lost the election...

so now let’s take a look at our president elect. there were a myriad of reasons why chump was elected, foremost, that white americans thought that america or the idea of the “american dream” was no longer theirs. xenophobia has become a viral infection. what white americans forget, is that they are all descendants of immigrants themselves. this land was stolen from the native americans. the only thing that was paid for was parts of nyc and part of the hudson valley by the dutch, which the england stole from them. chump goes off about the mexicans and the anti immigration racist cheer and swoon at his rhetoric as if he were moses delivering the ten commandments. what white americans fail to realize, or maybe they don’t want to realize, is that at one time the majority of the country west of the mississippi river was in fact mexican/spanish territory! look at all the goddamn names! they’re all spanish! or native american in the northern midwest and the north west. people you need to get a clue besides a grip!!!

chump was primarily elected because of one thing; and that thing was the only thing this election was really about - the state of white privilege in america!!! who has it, who thinks they’re losing it and who wants it. nothing more. nothing less. chump is not the problem. he is just a symptom of a greater disease; and if this infection of hatred and bigotry, contempt of the lower classes and the misfortunate are not addressed, we won’t have to worry about invaders or terrorist because we will have another civil war. we will destroy ourselves!

first of all, let me ask you this: would you let a person who’s declared bankruptcy four times be in charge of the finances of this country? in 1995 chump lost $916,000,000 in “investments”. some reports say it was $950,000,000. either way, because of the loss, he probably won’t have to pay taxes again until he croaks. again, would you let a person who loses that kind of money in one year be in charge of this country’s finances?! when i brought up these facts with chump supporters, they either ignored the facts by making excuses for him or they’d bring up some shit about bug eyes; or they say it was the nature of business, which is still ignoring the facts. he’s either a stupid business man to lose so much or he’s a crook. i’m choosing the latter because chump is too devious to be stupid. my question is, what is he going to swindle out of the american people? chump makes slick willie look like a boy scout. i was going to say priest, but given the church’s history with priests and children; then i thought mormon, but again, the mormons with their multiple wives... i went with boy scout. and here’s another fun little piece of trivia: hillary was originally a republic. she was a goldwater girl when she was in college. she switched parties, becoming a democrat in the late 60s, because she thought the republics weren’t doing enough to ease the flight of minorities and women. chump was originally a democrat, even voted for bubba - twice! he changed parties and became a republic for the 2008 presidential election because he thought there were too many democrats running and he’d get more exposure as a republican.

anyway, i don’t think chump believes half the bile that comes out of his mouth. he’s a demagogue, he’s divisive! he will use whatever is in his arsenal to get what he wants. demagogues use people’s fears and prejudices to turn them against one another; and in this country, that’s not very hard to do. 2008 was not the right time for chump. the events of 911 were fading as the country was collapsing financially from the s&l housing scandal and deregulation made the banks untouchable when they unscrupulously swindled the american people out of our money. all of that can be blamed on w. and the republicans and their failed policies. the american people were ready for change, or so they said. they elected a democrat for president [and he was a black man] so he could “fix” the country. however, they reelected the same old cronies that were palling around with bush. where’s the change?! the republicans shutdown congress and we had 8 years of gridlock and nothing was done. then everyone blamed obama for the effects we are still feeling from the bush administration. it takes less than a minute to make a catastrophic mistake that we may or may not recover from. it takes decades to repair that mistake if it can be repair at all. look at the middle east and north africa.

people used to say that reagan was the anti-christ. he had the 666 thing going on with his name. don’t know if it’s true, it can just be hear say, but i heard that’s really the reason hinkley shot him, the jodie foster thing came later because reagan’s handlers were trying to cover up the religious aspect of the shooting. again, just a rumor... i have seen the anti-christ and he has a mouth that’s shaped like an anus for spewing his bile and an atrocious combover and he’s not even bald! chump is the perfect representation of everything american. spoiled, selfish, egotistical, arrogant, ignorant, oblivious, divisive, misogynistic, greedy, and a sense of entitlement.

chump promised he’d bring back jobs to america. why doesn’t he start by having his clothing line manufactured in america! all those “let’s make america great again” hats were made in china and so is his clothing line. the hats should have states, “let’s make america white again” because that’s what his campaign was all about. all those monoliths around the world that he builds for his own self glory and bear his name were build with chinese steel, not american. chump says he’s going to reopen the coal mines in wv and put miners back to work. the mines were closed because everyone was dying from black lung disease, carbon monoxide poisoning, cave ins or explosions. the use of coal was making the air unfit to breathe. why should chump care if these people are dying from working in the mines. he’s not going to live in their area. he’s not putting a casino there. the coal industry was not regulated well and the owners found ways of skirting around those regulations. the workers were the ones that were screwed because they weren’t able to sue their bosses when something went wrong. do we really need to give that back to them? why don’t we invest in other forms of energy? why don’t we educate these people to do some kind of other labor. why do we just educate them period?! oh, because they might understand that they are being fucked over! i am not going to talk about standing rock because it hits too close to home and i may have to get a gun and go to a shopping mall!

look at the people chump is choosing for his cabinet. can we be any more fucked?! ceo of exxon as secretary of state?! how bad do we need oil?! steven mnuchin as secretary of the treasury? really?! the foreclosure king?! goldman sachs banking asshole! hollywood producer! a fast food restaurant executive as secretary of labor?! that’ll put a kick in minimum wage! and let’s not forget betsy devos of amway fame as secretary of education! i don’t know, maybe putting all these business may do something positive. maybe chump is really benign and is as innocuous as his trophy wife, but deep in my heart i think THIS COUNTRY IS TRULY FUCKED!!! so maybe when the infrastructure does collapse, and it will, it will spark the wake up call that america finally needs because it’s been complacent for far too long.

i have my dry goods. a supply of fabric for making clothes, yarn for knitting more clothes and blankets. batteries, flash lights and candles, portable griller for cooking. i’ve even learned the useful skill of canning and i’ve got some mini greenhouses for growing vegetables. i don’t need to eat meat. brushing up on my combat skills. i may have to get that antique luger...

wake up people! this is not really tv! ARE YOU READY FOR THE APOCALYPSE?!!!

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