I just read an article about why Trump is running for president, and the author has reached the same conclusion my mom and Rachel Maddow have, that he's running, not out of patriotism, but greed. It's all about the money with this scam artist, granted, the scam he's running is far scamier that any scam ever dreamed up by a scammer! No wonder he seems disinterested in things like facts. He'll never admit to being wrong, about anything, even if what he claims have been proven to be untrue. He knows that once it's out there, it becomes the truth.
Which brings up the specter of his many supporters--they're so desperate to win, they believe Trump must win, so they can keep their guns, and that the Democrats are about to mass an army of liberals to come forcibly remove said guns from their person. I guess these disillusion people are too busy thinking up crazy bullshit to notice, or care, that he's lying to them, and looking to cash in. I get the wanting an outsider, someone who hasn't been corrupted by the big money in politics, but they're forgetting a little thing called 'having a fricking clue what you're doing'. H'es the worst thing possible, a scam artist, who doesn't care who gets hurt, as long as he wins!
Cass needs help. Taken hostage and tortured by the gang members and the very boy she trusted with all her heart. She needs a savior, and when she is on the verge of her last cry for help, one arrives. The voice of a savior calms her, but who is it exactly, who wants to help her?
Did you ever felt so close to someone just through conversation it felt like your soul was stolen and your heart was addicted to the attention and your brain is keeping reminding of how much you appreciate his personality and features that it was like an majestic nightmare.
Below is a sort of diary of my time in uncomfortable individuation, an entry that might, at some point include the method with which I escaped this prison of my own design. I understand that these issues are minor when compared with the travesties occurring in the world around us, and that humans, as a collective might be an insignificant wish-wash of protoplasm on a pale blue dot ,but I see people troubled by anxiety and self doubt all around me, brothers and sisters sharing this brief light between two voids, and some of you might dig these sober thoughts. If you think I haven’t wasted 5 minutes of your life with my 2 paragraphs, please let me know, It took a bit of guts to finally post this somewhere.
Legs hanging over the edge of the cliff, watching intently on the one thing you've been wanting to see for so long and to your left, there sits the one person who makes you laugh, makes you smile, your one distraction.
Ariel, informally known by her boss as Ariel, wakes up in the warm arms of none other than he man she loves to hate. She has to leave without waking him or he'll lure her back into the love she so desperatley wants to get away from.