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Welcome to Trumpland

Attention Women of the United States of America:  Do you like being barefoot and pregnant? Do you think the kitchen is the place for you?  Do you feel if you must have a job your work’s not worth the same as the man next to you doing the exact same job?  Do you like nasty old men grabbing your genitals and then having those same nasty old men making decisions on your reproductive health?  Are you tired of all this election crap and are happy this might be the last year you get to vote? 

Well I have good news for you; you’re now entering Trumpland, the dumbest place on earth.  In Trumpland they know where women belong.  You’ll enjoy such activities as ironing, washing dishes, vacuuming, and all the child rearing you could ever hope for.  In Trumpland women needn’t burden themselves with higher learning as a matter of fact the men of Trumpland discourage their women from being too smart.  If you don’t believe me ask the women that already lived in Trumpland before everyone else was forced in.  Who needs careers and books when there’s so much cooking to be done? 

No ma’am in Trumpland you have no worries outside of making your man happy and doing what he tells you, speaking when you’re spoking to, and rolling over when he wants a little.  How proud you must be knowing your daughters are going to be growing up for the next four years in a place like Trumpland, not to mention the examples being set for your sons.  Why it’s so exciting you may just want to grab yourself by the p*ssy to make sure you’re not dreaming?  But be careful, you know that belongs to your man.   

So, I hope you enjoy your stay in Trumpland and don’t forget to thank a Trump supporter today for making all your womanly dreams come true. 

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Monster Mash-up Poem


Michael Myers used a knife.

As Jack Torrance tried to kill his wife.

Norman Bates loved his mother.

The fisherman knew what you did last summer.

Pinhead brought the pain.

While Jigsaw made you play a game.

Chucky & Tiffany were dolls from Hell.

But they’re not as bad as Annabelle.

Freddy stalked you in a dream

Ghostface wanted to hear you scream.

A demon made Regan’s head spin

Buffalo Bill put lotion on its skin.

Vengeful spirits came with The Fog

Cujo was a killer dog.

Annie Wilkes was an obsessed nurse

Being the B in a Centipede was the worst.

Hannibal Lecter was an accomplished cook

Winifred Sanderson wanted her book

John Doe put Tracy’s head in a box.

Frankenstein created a life with electric shocks.

Pennywise will make you float.

For that shark we’ll need a bigger boat.

Aliens burst or hug your face.

Predators disappear without a trace.

The Creature lives in a black lagoon

The Wolf Man howls at the moon

Outer space has Killer Klowns.

While Poltergeist make spooky sounds

The Mummy’s leg is such a drag

Jason swings you in a sleeping bag

There’s a haunted house in Amityville

There’s also one upon a hill

Godzilla just destroyed Japan

Don’t say his name, it’s the Candy Man

Dr. Jekyll became Mr. Hyde

Dracula will drink you dry

The Creepers truck has a loud horn

Beware those Children of the corn

Audrey Two could swallow you whole

Damian was born with an evil soul.

Carrie decided her schoolmates should roast

But Beetlejuicewas the ghost with the most.

Leatherface treated you like Texas cattle

The Headless Horseman road high in the saddle.

Gremlins, Ghoulies, and Living Dead of all kind.

Like Brad and Janet, you’re in a tight bind.

These creeps are demented and seriously sick

Do like Ash says, carry a mighty boomstick. 


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An Essay for World Suicide Prevention Day*

*abbreviated as WSPD from here on

 So today is WSPD and the internet is teeming with positive messages to promote hope. So many people battle mental health issues and almost everyone at one point and time thinks they’re all alone.

And of course it’s not true but it’s also true that no two cases are the same.  That’s why things like WSPD are great.  Awareness is never a bad thing.  Telling people on the internet they’re not alone or writing an essay to describe your experiences helps a lot of people.  Continue reading

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An Essay on Security


I really am fed up with the Hillary Clinton E-Mail scandal.  This is not a Hillary Clinton thing or necessarily politically motivated, it’s a common sense thing.

We live in a world with another reality sitting on top of it.  That might sound like alternate reality sci-fi but what I mean is that we have the real world and we have cyber space.  Every day, no matter how low tech you like to keep things, we’re all exposed and vulnerable by entering this cyber space. Continue reading

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An Essay on the Future


That title may seem more exciting than what I actually have planned.  This isn’t about Star Trek or flying cars.  It’s about an article I shared yesterday concerning children in the U.S. and the fear being pumped into them by this election season.

When some people listen to Donald Trump and his ideas on immigration and his opinions on other countries and cultures, it’s terrifying to children from those backgrounds.  Trump’s rhetoric gives the bullies of the world ammunition and justification; they’re not bullies anymore there just agreeing with a presidential candidate.  Think about that sentence.  The taunting and harassment of other students is becoming justified by the role model that blusters on their TV screens every day.

Personally, I know how difficult school can be for someone who feels like an outcast.  My health issues, my weight, my less-than-social behavior all made me feel isolated from people my own age.  I still struggle to connect with people my age, I still struggle to connect with people period.  And I was lucky.  Continue reading

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An Essay On Hate and Fear


(A Companion piece to An Essay In Belief)

There’s no bigger waste of time than hate and prejudice.  The media in their quest to report the news, or more accurately get ratings, pump out the hate-filled, violent-laden video packages for everyone to look at and say, “Wow, that’s scary.”

And to a certain extent it is.  But I often wonder how better off we’d all be if the good got as much coverage as the bad.  As humans we need to be informed of what’s going on around us but not everything is bad all the time. Continue reading

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An Essay on Belief


I’m a stalwart advocate of the separation of Church and State.  It’s an absolute no-brainer.  God has no place in government.  That’s not an opinion, it’s an established rule.  And it’s a very good one for very good reasons.  These reasons shouldn’t be up for debate but we are humans and we debate about everything.

Why should there be no debate, you ask?  What gives me the right to say that? Well it’s all there in the First Amendment. Continue reading


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