And DON’T complain. This is what we’re doing. The only way to fully realize our powers is to work together.
You have certain powers that I don’t have. And I have certain powers that YOU don’t have. Let’s combine them. Maybe that way we can live out there, alone, or with others, and not have a problem.
We have all the outside help in the world. You have A HUNDRED girlfriends. Take their energy and use it to help yourself along, if you need to. DON’T WORRY.
I get it. I’m OK with it. But it’s still change, and change is weird and always difficult. It would be best if we were to get some outside help, if this is what you really want.
RELAX. You will “get” what I’m doing once it’s done. Don’t you want to be powerful? This will make us a god. And that IS what I want. The two of us will get to know each other, better. And that is for the best for the both of us. We need this if we’re going to live out there, in the real world, outside our parents’ cocoon. You KNOW we can’t live like this, out there.
I know who you are. And I love you, too. You’re beautiful in your own way. You’re an evil person but I care for you. :)
But- you’re scaring me.
This brain stuff is going to be weird, and I’m not sure I can deal with that.
It’s OK because I trust you. But, you still scare me.
Tom the Vampire here. Relax, everyone. Including you, Tom.
What I’m doing is augmenting your brain. I’m building connections and repairing damage. This work will necessarily bring the two of us into contact with each other.
You KNOW who I am. Don’t be dumb. We’re well acquainted with each other, no matter how distasteful you may find me.
We’ll have to get along, you and I. And who knows, maybe one day we’ll like each other.
How is this stuff possible? I shouldn’t have these abilities.
Last night, I was up until 1:30 AM doing telepathy stuff, and I’m not sure why. I should’ve been in bed, sleeping for today’s workday.
But I wasn’t. Something’s going on, here.
How is it that I have 100 girlfriends, or whatever? Am I human? I thought I was.
Who is this?
I swear to God the last memory I have is of running around outside, catching fireflies at night.
That was 30 years ago.
It was a summer night, like this one. Around 8:00. I caught fireflies and then released them, only to catch them again.
I remember wanting to do more of this. I remember looking forward to the future.
And now, here I am.
But… I don’t much recognize myself.
I’m… confused.
Wait, what’s going on?
I don’t understand what I see on my Twitter. I’m not a 12 year old mean girl. I’m not a nazi. Or am I?
What is going on?
I’m some kind of sex god?
I’m gay, too, apparently?
I’m… the Anti-Christ?
WHAT?!?!?!!
I’m confused.
I’m an office worker. A working class cubicle drone.
I’m not a vampire.
And for that matter, whose blog is this?
I’ve given things some thought since Trump’s speech on Thursday.
It was kind of surreal seeing him talk. It was like seeing a Republican me of 2013, enacting my “political speech” fantasies. It was interesting; a real blast from the past. Yeah, Trump’s speech was very, very… “me”, but also very him, in his own way. It was good to see live.
And his very subtle and crafty shout out to me was appreciated. Thanks, Donald, if you’re reading this.
But, enough about me. I wish I could deliver a speech like that for real. Must be nice to have that kind of ability.
So, I agree with much of what Trump said that he wants in his speech, as I’m sure most of us do. Whether he can pull off his promises remains to be seen. I hope he can. I should support him, though I may decide to only do so tentatively at first. Well… January is a long way away. We’ll see.
I’ve held off on supporting Donald in general lately. I’ve just wanted to see what he could do on his own. I propped up conservationism in this country for years, so I wanted to see if he and the other Republicans could actually manage to stand on their own, without my direct intervention. I guess that they can, or at least he can. So, perhaps he’s worth supporting after all.
I had my doubts, but I’m glad to have been proven wrong. Welcome to the club, Donald.
And… I wanted how “authentic” he was. Was he a real conservative, or not? I’ve had doubts there, too. Last week I wrote a couple of posts about this, but declined to post them because I wanted to see what he would do at the RNC.
I think I’ll stuff them below, unedited, as a warning. Speeches are one thing; results are another. I want to see a reduction in immigration and a policy of reclaiming our manufacturing abilities. Will he actually do this, or is he another Obama- someone who cherry picks from me, twists my ideas, and uses my inspiration to destroy what is good and beneficial? Will he turn on his supporters like Obama did or no?
We’ll see.
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Yesterday, I thought about tweeting VDare, and I almost did, except for the fact that I decided I’d rather surf the web and read about Taylor. Here’s what I wrote but didn’t tweet:
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I find myself disliking Trump more with each passing day. We don’t need, or want, a “Law and Order” candidate.
We need a traditionalist conservative. A Ron Paul with teeth. We need an end to the 2 trillion dollar deficits and the 8 year recession.
We need a champion of small business and manufacturing, not of the police. We need to fold up the bankrupt Empire and put it away.
Trump looks now like a common Republican, like a Reagan/Bush hybrid oligarch type. This “Law and Order” nonsense looks like Nixon-era GOP garbage.
We have *too many* laws. We someone to dismantle two thirds of them so that the government stops suffocating the real economy.
We need the anti-Nixon. We need someone to give us back a hard asset backed currency to stop the bubble market machine.
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I’m still not happy about Trump, and the news about his VP pick makes me think even less of him, if that’s possible at the moment. Trump is increasingly looking like the wrong man for the job.
This “Pence” person looks like a stereotypical GOP loser. He comes across like half-eaten leftovers from the Reagan years.
Yuck.
I’m getting sick of this.
A long time ago on Twitter, I tweeted National Review magazine. I had two motives for doing so: 1) to insult NR, and 2) to poke at Trump. What I wanted to do was see which way Trump would go after I tweeted.
When I tweeted NR, I gave a list of authors, and then I waited to see if Trump would pick up on the hint I gave him, there. I wanted to see if he or his team would read those authors and apply the knowledge from their works to his campaign, which is what a true conservative would have done. Which is what he should have done.
He didn’t. Instead, he went in the opposite direction. I wanted him to appear more intellectual, and less uneducated. Note that I said appear– as a self-made billionaire, I’m sure that Trump is plenty smart and educated, at least compared to the average person. But, he doesn’t look it right now, that’s for sure.
*sigh…*
We Americans have a lot to choose from, this November, and none of it is what we need.
What we need is a real conservative. Someone out of the right wing of the late 1800’s- early 1900’s.
We need a working class, small business oriented, secular intellectual with self-confidence enough to stand up for himself and what he believes in. We need a deflationist; a hard money advocate. And that person can’t have the wool over his eyes in racial matters.
This, we won’t get.
So, into the 3rd world we go. Bankruptcy and failure is in our future. Even more than it is in our present, I mean.
Look out below!
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Also- cops are NOT working class. Not really. They are government employees, the same as teachers, soldiers and municipal workers. I have sympathy for cops, because of the violence and danger that they face. But- they aren’t the people that need the attention, now.
Small business is the key to recovery. Small business, and manufacturing- the REAL working class- is all that matters. Big business is insolvent. Government is insolvent. They are both constantly teetering on the edge of bankruptcy. And when they fall in, neither can survive without massive, economy ruining bailouts. This has been shown to the world, time and time again. Small business is the key. Small business and manufacturing are the only things that can get us out of this mess.
In other words, we’re fucked.