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koostarcandy · 1 year

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baby soap love

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: a tiny rant of your gentle, soft and soothing love is like one of your lover's favourite smells, baby soap.

genre: established relationship, sliiiiight angst and fluff (duhhhh)

wc: 1.7k

a/n: reposting because i wasn't satisfied with the previous one at all :// okty for reading pls be safe and healthy ily and byeee

after keen observation and tons of practical facts, jungkook and you have come to the conclusion that the love you have for each other is like baby soap.

it's soft and gentle and firm, tender and soothing and like a cloud-like blanket which wraps you up in the most protective cocoon.

one of the many examples you can use is when you're rushing to head out for a gathering with friends but you can't find your favourite necklace. you've looked up and down, sideways and over only to find it on on your boyfriend's fingers, playing with the butterfly pendant.

"looking for this, beautiful?" he teases your clumsy nature and silently vowing to get you the jewelry box you've been eyeing. jungkook gently pushes the hair he styled painstakingly in the last hour, his quick fingers fastening the lock for your chain and placing a gentle kiss on the back of your neck.

"you look so pretty," he praises, delighted at your cheeks slowly becoming flushed. he turns you with a simple arm around your waist, having half a mind to mess up the hair and makeup he did on your doe-eyed request. he handles you like you're the most sought after piece of art, which you always are, he never ever fails to tell you.

you get the tender side of the love when you're having one of those days. the days when it's so-so, where it could've gone good, when you could've done better. you always do your best not to show it out, growing up in an environment where you were scared of projecting your emotions and coming off as a burden. you put on your mask, mentally and physically, bidding everyone leaving with you a pleasant evening ahead. your tired legs carry you to your bus and your fatigued hands grip onto your phone and bluetooth earphones, stumbling fingers rushing to blast iu's ballads.

your occupied mind, ears and eyes almost fail to spot the eager body by the door, running up and down to fix the blanket fort which is slowly crumbling, even though its creator tried his very best. "can you pretend like you didn't see it falling? i swear the inside is better, don't judge a book by its covers," jungkook wiggles his eyebrows at his clever pun, taking the bag off your shoulder and strong arms pulling you into him.

"what're you listening to?" he asks quietly, face buried into your neck, picking up an earphone, the words getting lost in the small bubble you created. iu's dear name slowly fades out, the only thing reaching you now is his steady heartbeat and his secure arms anchoring you back down to earth. you hear his breathing lulling you to calm down, his beating heart reminding you that you always have home to come back to, unchanging and ready for you to run into when the going gets tough.

you will the tears not to come, when he takes off the earphones, putting them for charging and ushers you in. you blink them away when he cuddles up next to you, his limbs tangled with yours in the most beautiful way. its when he strokes your hair out of your vision, giving you the most delicate of kisses on your slightly chapped lips whispering, "you worked hard today, my love. and yesterday and the day before. hell, everytime i see you, i'm proud of you for pushing through and coming back to me. i love you."

you hide your face in his neck now, not even minding one bit about his thick sweatshirt getting soaked with your tears. he doesn't stop you or shush you, he helps you let it all out, getting it out of your system. out of sight, out of mind. he kisses you before he can hear you apologize for ruining his night, letting his comforting hands do the talking. you laugh a half-hearted chuckle, smiling slightly when he wipes your face with his sweater paws. "i got your chicken nuggies and i've pulled up netflix and amazon and disney+. are we ready or are we ready?!" you laugh at his silliness and pull him closer to you, settling on his chest.

he wraps you with his arms and legs, mumbling about it's been awhile since you've both watched modern family. he holds you oh-so-gently, rubbing your back and laughing with you at gloria's humorous lines, his benignity seeping into your skin and kissing your forehead and nose to sleep.

one of your most best memories is when you both spent the first night of living together. despite having stayed over at each other's houses and familiar with routines, something about promising forever with silver rings and knowing he's gonna be next to you when you wake up in the morning with no intention of reluctantly leaving has you jumpy.

"the bed is comfortable, right? should have we gone with the normal foam instead?"

"you can have the green toothbrush. wait, no, you like black, or was it purple?"

"i'm sorry the bookshelf is such an eyesore, it looked great online!"

"is the air freshener in the bathroom okay? it isn't heavy on the floral scent right?"

"i'll organize our desks tomorrow, i promise, just keep the stuff and rest now, pleeeeease?"

jungkook looks at you amusedly, soaking in you fretting over him and your new shared penthouse. he stops you from absentmindedly putting soy sauce over your tender coconut icecream, rambling about how you noticed one of the nightstand drawers, "not fitting with the aesthetic, koo. should've gone with the first one we saw."

he laughs at your adorable nature, shoving a full spoon of icecream in your mouth with a sweet kiss on your forehead. "i love our bed, i can't believe we may spend the rest of our lives, unless we do something to it," jungkook raises an eyebrow knowingly.

"i honestly do not care about what toothbrush i use, i want to make sure your face is the first and last thing i see before i close my eyes," he strokes the underside of your eye, lips turning down at the sight of your eyebags, promising to make sure you sleep well with him.

"i absolutely fucking love your bookshelf, i didn't even know you had so many books, darling. i didn't know you had so many agatha christie's and the whole series of percy jackson! we're definitely having another book date, soon and that's for sure." you're speechless, even with the spoon back in the bowl.

"point is," he smiles lovingly, "i love you and i love our new place and i also love bamie's new bed, you really have an eye for these things, baby." jungkook steals a spoonful of icecream, settling on your shoulder, arms curled around you. he kisses your neck and shoulder, in a soporific way, in exchange of more ice cream. he traces random shapes on the bare skin showing through your shoulder, the shirt slipping down because of certain tattooed fingers. jungkook unknowingly calms down your overthinking self, blanketing you with his warmth and ataraxy. he noses your neck and keeps the empty bowl aside, indicating it's sleepy time for the both of you. promising to clean up first tomorrow, you both shuffle to the bedroom, falling into your bed and almost falling asleep when,

"i still think i can get a better bookshelf and-"

"you're not taking woody away from me, now close your eyes and dream of us, already."

"you named it already?!"

jungkook finds you curled up in front of the tv, hands rubbing bam's sleepy head and talking to him about the show you're currently watching.

bam woofs at your tiny rant, his head nodding off on his paws. you take the hint and let him take his first steps to dreamland, eyes glancing at the time glaring at you from your phone. you smile at your wallpaper of jungkook's cutely squished face, wondering if he decided to leave his studio and come home for marathon and pizza night.

"red flag? no? what do you mean no, bamie? did you not see him complaining about how it was his birthday and that he was complaining about her not being there despite having celebrated it with the second lead already??"

"its late already, where is he?"

"right here," he announces his arrival, jumping on top of you and settling on you as his ever-ready pillow. his bunched up shoulders finally go down at your massage, letting out a soft yet long sigh at your gentle fingers pressing out on all the knots in his tensed up back.

"that bad, huh?" you ask quietly, tucking and fixing his hair which came out during his frustration. "bad is an understatement, i feel so burnt out but i know i should be productive, i just can't bring myself to do anything and all that comes out is unsatisfactory or just…bleh."

"its completely fine to be bleh sometimes, koo," you say sagely, "you're human, you can be tired out and that's okay, my love," you stroke his hair, kissing his forehead and gaze into his dimmed galaxy-like eyes.

jungkook looks up at you attentively, listening to you about how he should learn to how to take breaks and feeling your tender-hearted love permeating into him, right into his heart and head. he puts his head back down when you boop his nose fondly and focuses his attention on the drama which is now serving as background noise, slipping his fingers under your sweatshirt to feel your warm skin.

he loves how you would drop anything you're doing for him, even if it would bite you back in the neck later. he loves how you trust him enough to help you get back on track, glad that you're finally realising that he is always here for you. he loves how he can just walk in and flop onto you and how you immediately get the hint, relaxing his shoulders and back and softly chastise him for sitting in weird positions while writing out lyrics.

he loves how all this, despite being completely foreign and strange to both of you at first, is now practically second nature at this point. knowing that the long nights of hurt can never be spent alone but with a steady hand to hold onto is something you're both very grateful for.

despite the incoming rocky seas and turbulent storms that might come your way, you can always turn to your love which seems and feels like baby soap, tender and soothing for the heart, soft and firm for your heads.

pt time: @armys-dna ; @junsai-tree ; @soobhyun ; @shatzkrinslinzki ; @astronaut-jin-moon ; @cherishoshi ; @fragmentof-indifference

#jungkook x reader #jungkook drabble #jungkook imagines #jungkook scenarios #jungkook fluff #jungkook #jungkook oneshot #bts oneshot #bts fluff #bts drabble #bts x reader #okaiee im going fr now bye

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wannaeatramyeon · 1 year

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Big Deal... Clubbing/Drunk Headcanons

(It was time for my monthly reread of Jake Kim and One Night II arc... So here's some brainrot)

Assuming everyone is of age, or just gets let in cos they look like 30yr olds... don't you think Big Deal would be the funnest group to party with?

Imagine all the guys drunk, dancing with shitty cheesy moves and someone getting hoisted in the air, chanting "SINU! SINU! SINU!" then the bouncers get involved.

Note: everyone here exc Samuel unapologetically loves fruity colourful cocktails. And it goes without saying the rizz of Big Deal is unmatched.

Samuel Seo

Inferiority complex comes out in the form of buying drinks for everyone

"What? You think I can't afford this? NEXT ROUND ON ME"

Doesn't like to dance but gets dragged by the rest of the crew

The one guy that always takes their top off when drunk

Bouncers threaten to throw him out whilst rest of Big Deal try to wrestle his clothing back on

Sinu

Loud emotional drunk

Loves dancing, pulls up everyone on the dancefloor

Tells everyone how proud he is of them and cries on their shoulder

Tells massively embellished stories about Big Deal to anyone that would listen

Talks about Yeonhui ALL THE TIME, how she's the prettiest, the best, he's going to marry her etc.

Jake Kim

Another loud drunk

So cheesy, thinks he's the funniest guy. Amplified by 100 with alcohol. Puns, one liners, joke, all accompanied with the sloppiest wink

Would tell a joke, wait for your reaction and if you don't laugh "hey did you hear what I said??"

Shows off his butt to all the guys (not the ladies) in the club while they ooh and aah and ask for his workout routine. "NICE GLUTES BRO, WHAT YOU SQUAT"

Definitely the I love you broooo type, goes round kissing everyone on the cheek. Has his lipbalm at the ready

Jerry Kwon

[sips juice through straw]

Confiscates Sinu's phone to prevent drunk dialling or texting Yeonhui

Usually plays the peacemaker if the boys are too boisterous

Bops along to the music, loves if any cheesy pops or ballads are played

So much fun on the dancefloor. Knows all the latest trending dance moves

Brad Lee

Can not let go of Jane Kim and Brenda

Takes it too far, and drunk Jake is like "you sure? you really leaving Big Deal to be a nail artist?"

Loves talking about 'philosophical' bullshit

Thinks he's clever af but actually saying shit like "crazy how our skin is waterproof"

The one that suggests the sloppy drunk food at 4am as they stagger home

Jason Yoon

Vibin, chill, enjoyin the club

The wildest dance moves. Incorporates kicks everywhere

Hits too many drinks then gets confrontational

"SAMUEL YOU DID NOT UNITE THE NORTH AND SOUTH KOREA"

"I SAID I UNITED THE HIGH SCHOOLS YOU FUCK"

Gets apologetic, cries a little

Tells everyone about Jeju Island, gets homesick, cries a bit more

Lineman

Listens to everyones bullshit with wide eyes and sincerity "REALLY???"

Braincells literally dying in real time as he drinks "JAKE, BRAD SAID HE WAS LEAVING TO BE AN ARTIST??"

Will not be corrected on any misinformation

Very affectionate, open admiration for everyone in the crew "I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M HERE!"

Samuel's BFF when drunk, the praises are good for his ego

Lua Im

Crazy giggly

Finds everything hilarious EXCEPT Jake. Literally stops dead mid-laugh after catching his jokes

Has lots of white knights trying rescue her from the gangsters (Big Deal)

She punches them instead

LUA IS ACTUALLY THE ONE THAT GETS THEM THROWN OUT

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sendryl · 2 years

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🏆 🎨 🤗💞

🏆Most popular fic: ❤️There's Never Been A Moment You Were Forgotten, a Naruto soulmate fic that I really want to finish. It's my baby, but someone was an ass in a review and it really messed me up. You know how it is sometimes. ❤️Gravitational Pull is my most popular Undertale one. It's a first touch soulmate fic, Sans/Reader, and it's got lots of terrible puns and jokes that I actually worked really hard on! XD It's not finished yet, but I know how it ends and I'm getting there! I'm very proud of myself with that one and I actually love it when I reread it! That's very rare for me, so I'm happy with that.

🎨How do you feel about fanart of your fics: EXCELLENT. The last time I got fic fanart, I screamed and walked around the house for a solid ten minutes, grinning and skipping around and super happy. I also may have gotten a tee made of a lovely piece of fanart. I got permission from the artist first! Don't worry! But yeah. I will absolutely lose my mind over fanart of my fics.

🤗Advice for new fic writers: ❤️Write for yourself. Find what you love reading and write that! ❤️Don't delete! It breaks up the flow of writing. Just keep writing and you can edit way later. ❤️Set an easy goal for yourself to get yourself to write every day. I do 500 words, when I'm trying to write consistently. ❤️Don't beat yourself up for not being perfect, or not writing every day, or not following the whole prompt, or whatever, beating yourself up won't fix what you're unsatisfied with and it'll actually make everything worse. You won't gain anything from that, so instead try to praise yourself for one thing you did well! Like taking a good break! ❤️Don't be afraid to be silly in your fics! If it makes you laugh, it's gonna make someone else laugh. ❤️Delete and block and ignore the negative comments - you're doing this for free, and for fun, and you don't owe anyone the brainpower and willpower it takes to deal with their negativity. They can deal with that mess themselves, alright?

💞Comfort character: Hmm. Should I do just Undertale, or?? I guess I'll just list all my main comfort characters. Eames, Kakashi, Stiles, Izuku, Aizawa. And in Undertale - Sans, Rus, Skull, Stretch, Blue, Papyrus, Sugar, Boss, Red, Mal, many other Papyri and Sanses, Grillby, Napstablook, and always Burgerpants.

Listen. I am like, very much in need of comfort all the time and I get it from everywhere I can. I am very able-to-be-comforted. Hence eight million comfort characters.

If I had to pick just one? Hmmm. Sugar. (HT!Papyrus) Yeah.

#undertale #bnha #writing #fanfiction #Fanfic #Fic #Ask meme #Beasties #I love you Yu!!!

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hazardouscandy · 3 years

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Hi!!! Can I have a male ship from Harry Potter?

19, Southeast Asian with Spanish descent, Libra, Bi Pan and Genderfluid, and a proud muggleborn Ravenclaw. Short (5'1"), chubby with kinda cherubic-like face, medium brunette hair, chocolate brown eyes, oriental skin, and boyish-emo sense of fashion with korean makeup look.

Really quiet, soft spoken, distant, and timid around random people (to the point they think I'm modest, demure, immaculate, and educated) but once I finally open up it's totally opposite---super talkative, rowdy-mouthed, laughing loudly on a daily basis, creative, talented, expressive, swears like a sailor, very clumsy, witty, passionate, religious, very supportive, unfortunate, super childish, determined, thriving, speaks with sarcasms, has a lamest sense of humour, gets excited so easily, skittish, forgetful, and unashamed to be myself but can be awkward around the strangers. Nice and kind to good people, but an opposite who isn't

Opinionated and EXTREMELY COMPETITIVE, in terms of academics and extra curricular activities (even I'm a procrastinator---I still ace them like what kind of sorcery I did?) that's why I got frustrated and dissappointed quickly if I failed, because I thought people I know is pressuring me, but I tried to keep moving forward once I already cheered up.

I may come off as stubborn, feisty, tough, demanding, and harsh if I get really angry also demanding and intimidating if things aren't all right, but my deeper self is sensitive, insecure of my physical appearance (some people around me makes fun of it and it's rude), and fragile who cries easily also has strong beliefs and reasoning, like fighting for my dreams to the point it'll become a debate because of my brashness. But I'm also willing to help or give up something as long I can, they think I'm selfish, but not really---I do have biased sentimental value and I have a different way how do I care---by being supportive and giving gifts also teaching them, in addition I have an emotional overwhelm, I get flustered too quickly, blush on compliment, and melt over wholesomeness.

My interests are arts, choir, night sky, makeup, fun/deep/dumb conversations, Christianity, documentaries (about saints, real crime stories, and inspirational people), reading interesting stuffs, talking about social issues, and creative writings.

My hobbies are are singing, drawing, listening to music, chatting/browsing on social media, conceptualizing, writing, and reading some stuffs. I'll include making corniest jokes/puns, sleeping, and dancing when nobody's around or walking like a model if I feel so bold (even I'm terrible at both xD). I also used to learn Italian language a bit.

P.S. I'm okay with both SFW and Nsfw headcanons for the matchup, but not really not required

I actually had to think about this for a while but I went with Neville Longbottom!

SFW headcanons

-You guys met briefly in your first year on the train while you helped him find Trevor

-The pair of you didn't actually become close friends until 4th year when he came to you for herbology help(you give off the good at herbology vibes)

-Neville has had a crush on your since first year at Hogwarts, only building up the confidence to become your friend in the beginning of 4th year

-you went to the Yule Ball together (sorry Ginny)

-he stepped on your toes a few times but it was still a really great night

-You guys don't start dating until later but you do get very close during your time at Hogwarts

-Now that the insight is out of the way, onto what actually being with him is like

-You start dating right after the battle of Hogwarts

-He confesses to you before going to fight because he thought you both we're going to die

-afterwards when he comes to the realization neither of you died, you get invited to stay with him and his family until it's safe to go home

-he's the type to be very soft and intimate after getting past his jumpy phase!

-expect lots of small gifts and smaller displays of affection

-he asks you to move in together about a year into your official relationship

-you guys have a place in hogsmeade

-your house is FILLED with plants

-he's very shy about a lot of things, but he is a very passionate lover

-he steals intimate moments with you whenever he can

-he is a huge softy and cuddle bug so expect lots of hugs from behind and neck kisses

-dances with you in the house all the time

NSFW headcanons

- I'm telling you now but this man is packing. We're talking 6 flaccid, 7.5 hard and a pretty wide girth. His dick had got a slight curve to it. It's mostly pale with a pink tip, pretty standard dick stuff

- It takes awhile for you two to actually get to this level of intimacy but when you do he is a very fast learner

-He knows your body better than you do

-He's is generally pretty serious in the bedroom but he does make jokes

-He 100% has a praise kink

-Neville is a grabber, and he is really good(and I mean like shockingly good) with his hands

-he's surprising dominant when it comes to sex, and likes being in control

-he also loves when you ride him, just saying

-Neville has a thing for chubby people, so you should expect him so be grabbing your hips all the damn time

-KING of aftercare

-He always falls asleep after you do

-Makes sure you don't leave the bed while he cleans up

-He's the type to bring you water and probably a snack if we're being honest

Overall your relationship with him is super wholesome and sweet! I really do hope you enjoyed this, and I hope you're happy with Neville ❤️

#harry potter #neville longbottom #hogwarts #headcanon #matchup #nsft text

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secular-jew · 5 years

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Zio Upbringings and Kvetchings in the Trumpian era

Zio Upbringings and Kvetchings in the Trumpian era.

I'm an American Jew who has does not suffer from moral wavering. I'm also an American Reform Jew that is neither Kashrut nor Kosher-observant.

My synagogue growing up was located in the the Boston suburbs, nestled amidst Protestant communities and dotted with Jews who somehow landed a port shy of Ellis Island. Attended shul almost exclusively during important Holidays and Hebrew school weekends through Bar-Mitvah.

At the age of 10, I remember the start to the Soviet-armament-supplied multilateral Arab-state war against Israel, a Pearl-Harbor style event lasting three harrowing weeks and almost wiping Israel off the map.

Word spread fast to reach North American Jews some 5,500 miles (8,800 kms) to the west. I remember hearing the tragic news Saturday morning during Yom Kippur services. The attack occupied 100% of the Sermon delivered by our Rabbi, who was known as Moses because he actually looked and spoke like Moses. He worried aloud that this could portend the end of our homeland, but concluded that the spark of Zionism was eternal: something that could never be extinguished by modern would-be colonizers. This thought that resonated deeply inside my soul.

This was thankfully a war that Israel survived, but was also a battle that Golda Meir ultimately lost, as she resigned just 1 month following her Labor Party's 1974 election win. Remember her final words as Israel's leader: "I have reached the end of my road."

My first physical intersection with Israel occurred in my late teens and early 20's, when I visited extensively what was the modern chapter of an 4,000-year old ancient Jewish story. Exploring 1979-1982 Israel meant stints to some obvious places; Jerusalem, Tel-Aviv, Haifa, Jaffa, Tiberius, and Eilat, Sinai (including a climb up/down Mt Sinai), the northern Golan Heights, the donut-hole known as Hebron, and the Dome of the Rock, the Jew's oldest extant relic. This is the place where Abraham is said to submitted to God's request that he sacrifice his son. Strange how this shrine has now submitted to a colonialist Islamic overlord.

Then came the Kibbutz experience, which meant living the communal lifestyle in Lower Galilee, sleeping on cots in the international guest quarters, up at 4:30am transported out to the fields, and picking pears until it got so hot, you felt like you were standing on the side of the sun.

All well worth the effort as the work day ended around lunch, at which point, we ate a lot of hummus and squeezed copious quantities of ruby-red Israeli grapefruits chilling in large stainless steel refrigerators. After lunch, we cooled down in the community pool, and in the evenings, hung with our Israeli contemporaries while listening to Bob Marley or the Doors, and smoking hashish for the first time. These are two experiences that transcended culture. I felt so at home, and even gained a Sabra girlfriend by the name of Rachel רָחֵל‎ (pictured).

In short, what I considered to be a typical Reform Jewish-American upbringing. (Or American-Jewish?)

Fast forward to present political leanings. Raised a JFK-liberal (liberal in its true meaning; rooted in idea-tolerance and acceptance of diverse views).

As a middle-schooler, I recollect being enamored by McGovern, although not sure exactly how or why. We were all indoctrinated into believing Nixon (one of the greatest friends to Israel, not something I had any clue about) was innately evil. Looking back at that period now, my political stylings appear to have been crafted mainly by academia, the news media, and my peers - all who seemed driven by a sanitized, 1980's version of TDS that could have been called: 'Nixon Derangement Syndrome.'

Once legal age, I was a 'de rigeur' Democrat, which thankfully lasted only a few short minutes. Not able to cast a vote in the 1976 election, I remember nonetheless favoring Jimmy Carter, a folksy down-to-earth ex-peanut-farmer who seemed very popular in the state of Massachusetts where I grew up. Carter morphed into nothing less than a clueless and spineless "progressive" who oversaw the dismantling of principled American leadership.

In high school, a few of us in the dormitory got to stay up late every night to watch "The Iran Crisis–America Held Hostage: Day "xxx" (where xxx represented the number of days that Iranians held the occupants of our U.S. Embassy hostage). The only TV in the building was located in the dorm-masters living room. I watched sitting next to my hall-mate Abdullah Hussein, the same person who became the King of Jordan and who sits on the Hashemite apartheid throne today. We had many discussions in which I defended Israel and lauded her accomplishments in defeating Arab imperialism, while Abdullah retorted with accusations of Jewish occupation and bloodlust at Deir Yassin. I did not have enough knowledge of the incident or of earlier examples of Arab genocide (such as the Hebron massacre and other Jewish genocides) to counter-punch effectively.

During my college years, I tended towards Democrat "moral" policies and candidates, until that goofy Georgian came along. At first, I naively admired Carter's straightforward folksy persona. But eventually, the President’s peanut incompetence drove me to #WalkAway from a party-lone Democrat.

I was proud of myself for making an independent decision (pun intended) and have little idea if any of my peers followed suit, but suffice to say, I have voted forcefully against Democrats up and down the ticket pretty much ever since, with a few exceptions. I consider Trump an pragmatic Independent masquerading as a Republican, not dissimilar to Democrat Bloomberg - who as Mayor of NYC masqueraded as a Republican.

Much as my odium for Carter drove me to #Jexit and advocate for Reagan, my contempt for Obama's virulently anti-America values drove me to become a self-assertive 'deplorable.' Between Reagan and Trump, every other voting-booth decision appeared to present itself as largely a Hobson's choice between a lesser of two evils.

Although Trump possesses virtually no tact and represents the antithesis of my personal style, I appreciate the skill and speed with which he accomplishes things, from building tall luxury residential condos -- to creating a global brand, to the refurbishment of Wolman's Rink in Central Park. His support of Israel, unlike his predecessors, is legion, documented, and consistent. Trump not only moved the Embassy to its rightful place, not only installed an incredible Ambassador, not only praises Israel at every turn, he constantly rebukes Israel's enemies (who should be everyone's enemies). I love that Israel renamed the Golan Heights in his honor. It's almost better than getting the Rec Room in the Ft. Lauderdale condo named after someone rich in your extended family.

Today? There's no political party for me. The Democrats are a shrill hodgepodge of looney-tunes and ill-tolerant blabbermouths who are given way too much airtime on CNN and what I now call MSLSD (aka, MSDNC).

In terms of policy, On social issues like marriage equality, I'm a dyed-in-the-wool Liberal. On local/national fiscal issues, I'm a decided Conservative. On international affairs, I'm a Hawk who majored in International Relations while attending Sciences-Po in Paris (an excuse to massively inhale croque-monsieurs) and firmly believe the US had relevant ethical global leadership responsibilities, a mantle given up by Europe. This meant leading from the front, not from behind. My philosophy became characterized by the notion that appeasement of tyrannies led by autocrats or theocrats was a policy doomed to failure, proven again and again throughout every civilization. Appeasement in the face of aggression has led to more death and destruction, and more insecurity, not less.

It's becoming evident, sadly, that history promises to repeat. Why? This seems to happen in a matter of a few generations. Case in point: Millennials (aka snowflakes) who are too far removed from the trauma of warfare to comprehend evil. Millennials steeped and indoctrinated in re-written and falsified academic narratives. Millennials who virtue signal intolerantly through the lens of victimization. The generation that seems to have lost a sense of moral courage and severed any emotional ties to the 'never-forget' tragedies that are meant to not be forgotten.

My thoughts on our homeland:

I'm a devout 2-state (Israel-Jordan) Zionist as per the 1917 Balfour Declaration and affirmed by the 1920 San Remo Conference (attended by Chaim Weizmann). I see Israel as an inherently Jewish state in its DNA, but which is secular in its jurisprudence.

Next year in Jerusalem.

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