JamesSavik

Quite sure. The Chinese are in the face of some allies we've been through quite a lot with- the Filipinos

Larkin- But... but... that solution involves the gratuitous use of common sense. I'm not sure people are up to it anymore. Sad but too true. While the hounds are chasing trans-rabbits, the Chinese are rattling a very large saber in the South China Sea. -JS

*leaves a dead mouse and some cat fur on Dude's desk*

Some of the more annoying self-important celebrities threatening to leave the country if Trump is elected are sorely tempting some folks.

Good stories all come from the same place. Characters, setting, plot, structure, etc. When you put it together in a nice package and avoid the classic mistakes, people will read it. Almost everyone can relate to a young protagonist. Unless you're a clone everybody was young once. It's not a huge surprise when these classic themes are popular. They are pretty much every generation.

Or you'll get drafted by the Brown-stains.

Just remember: I'm retired from stripping.

I love the 60s-70s wonder years thing that Driver and Freethinker do so well. If you were there, it's like a glimpse back into the past. If you weren't, it's the best look you are likely to get.

I find this story very interesting because of the mystical element. The rites performed seem very, very Celtic but sadly, we know very little about this tradition. You've caught my very jaded imagination. Well done Backwoodsman. I'm looking forward to more!

The republican party is in full Charlie-Foxtrot mode right now. This isn't their first major gaff and, I assure you that this won't be their last. Long time republicans are stepping away from the Donald and giving him the finger. They must be recruiting delegates at the mall or in convenience store parking lots.

The GOP has too many factions to be an effective party. They have the holy rollers, the no abortions ever, national security conservatives, fiscal conservatives, libertarians and a few dozen more that are at cross purposes. In this last primary season, we saw that the GOP doesn't have a place for the moderate or social liberals. Therefore... we got Mussolini. Republicans, like democrats have gotten so far away from their root philosophy that Jefferson nor Lincoln would recognize their party. They are 180 degrees away from their original platform.

I'm no bigot but I'm not sure I want to share a bathroom with Cthulhu...

He dropped out.

They're taking over!

In my experience it depends on who has been drinking on any given day.

Moved to: Stardust

Stardust Seth was a little nervous returning to the clinic. The doctor had found some anomalous results in his tests and wanted to see him again. Doctor Harris had said it was probably nothing to worry about but that sort of equivocation is guaranteed to cause anyone anxiety. As he approached the clinic it was late afternoon but there was very little traffic. No one was at the sidewalk cafe next door. He looked across the street to the bank and it also very quite. There was nothing at all on the block but two big vans with orange warning cones surrounding an open manhole. Seth thought nothing of it and walked through the front entrance of the clinic. It was empty so he walked to the front desk. The receptionist Judy was sitting inside the glass and looked up. She didn't open the glass and said, "Seth, Doctor Harris will see you in exam one. It's the first door on the right." Seth was a little put off. No nurse to lead him in. Humph. He walked through the door and into the room marked Exam 1. He sat in a chair next to the exam table and waited for the doctor. Seth noticed the Sporting News 2016 NFL Draft Preview issue. In short order he was looking at the best available cornerbacks and safeties in the draft- and was completely confident that his favorite team would carefully pick a defensive back that couldn't cover an old lady on a walker. The door opened and Seth looked up. He saw a man in a blue bio-hazard suit raise an automatic pistol. They was muffled sput sound and he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He looked down, saw a dart and passed out. * * * * * * Seth woke up in a small room on a bed. He found that he was dressed in light blue hospital scrubs. He looked around the room and saw a nightstand and lamp, dresser-drawers and a matching mirror. There was a television screen and an area with a sink that he assumed was a bathroom. As he began to stir, the television came to life. "On May 14th of the past year there was an unprecedented meteor storm. It lasted for many hours and was seen almost world wide. "We soon discovered that there was organic residue in those meteors that made it to the ground in the form of unusual proteins. "The impact of this was not immediately apparent. It took some months for the first cases of infection to manifest themselves. "Approximately one in twenty-five thousand people have been infected with an extraterrestrial prion. "We do not know what it is eventually going to do but it is changing people. It is rewriting their DNA which is the reason for the symptoms that you have recently experienced. "At this time I ask that you get up and look at your eyes in the mirror." Seth stood up muttering and walked to the bathroom sink. It had a small tray with cups in plastic wrap. He turned on the water, ripped a cup out of its wrapping and took a drink. When he looked in the mirror he noticed that the pupils of his eyes were cat-like slits. Seth saw in his very own face an alien looking back at him.

Basket-Brawl "Did anyone survive the accident?" The fight had been rough on Karl. He was sporting a black eye, scratches and a limp. "Ha ha. Very funny." Sam sighed and asked, "Want to talk about it?" "Not really." Sam grinned and said, "You know you're going to. I'll be insufferable until you do." Karl shrugged. Then he said, "It was the usual suspects. The seniors on the basketball team got all wound up about something. Before we knew it the freshmen and the sophomores were in our underwear in the showers. Lee Hardin was telling us he was going to find out who the fags were and get them off the team." Sam growled and said, "I bet that bastard's into getting gerbils up his ass. What did they do?" "The plan was to hold us down and put Lee's junk in our face and see who popped a woodie. That's when things went sideways on them." "Really? What happened?" "Ray Callahan and Rusty Yates happened. As soon as Lee told them what he planned Ray objected and Rusty backed him up. Some cross words were exchanged and Ray called Lee a faggit for wanting to do that. All of the sudden the really bad seniors were fighting with the good ones, the rest of them didn't really know what to do and we were sort of in the middle of it." Sam raised an eyebrow and said, "This almost sounds a little hot." "It wasn't from where I was sitting. Ray and Lee fell on top of me fighting hard. I got an elbow to the eye. Rusty and Brian tied up and the rest of the seniors just stood there confused. It was like a mutiny or something and with their ring leaders fighting, they weren't sure what to do." Karl rubbed his eye and said, "I wasn't really in the fight, I was under it. Lee and Ray had something personal going on and they were going at it assholes and elbows. Rusty and Brian were tied up pretty good too. This went on for at least thirty seconds until Coach Brown showed up and broke it up. The rest of the coaches came in and separated us. Then they asked questions before anybody could get their stories straight. It wasn't too long before they knew exactly what happened and who the instigators were. We came this close to having all the seniors kicked off the team." "Holy shit. Isn't Lee Hardin supposed to..." "Yeah. He's being looked at by some big time scouts. He's had a dozen triple doubles this season but getting suspended for hazing is really going to hurt him." Sam asked, "You didn't get in trouble?" Karl said, "No. I learned to respect Ray and Rusty quite a bit." "But.. they were in on it." "Well, sorta. As long as things didn't get too carried away they were. When it crossed the line, they stepped up. A wedgie here, a red-belly there- hey, that's expected. A dick in the face, well that's got to cross the line in anybody's book." "Do you know how things are going to turn out?" "No. It'll be a few days. The Vice Principle and Coach Yelverton will have to sort it out. But something good did come out of it." "What's that?" The door opened and a tall boy with coppery red hair, freckles, a shiner and various scratches and bruises walked in and sat very close beside Karl. Karl reached out and put his arm around him. "Rusty and I got to know each other a lot better. What was it you said Rusty?" Rusty blushed an alarming shade of crimson and said, "You are the cutest sophomore I've ever seen and I wasn't letting that asshole Hardin get anywhere near you with his junk."

Today was the Mississippi primary. I choose none of the above. Neither the democrat or republican party deserves anybody's vote. Not Hillary the Saudi operative, not Bernie the commie, Trump the would be Mussolini or the two religious nuts Cruz or Rubio. I'll vote 3rd party but in the general election but hold your nose and vote for the party just isn't cutting it anymore.

I think the Trump University scam and scandal will take some of the shine off the Trumpster's halo. Even the National Review, the journal of record for the conservative movement, is calling it a "massive scam". http://www.nationalreview.com/corner/432010/trump-university-scam

Unfortunately, they don't live here.