#kids
The school playground
a basis of duality for so many people.
Children playing voluntarily together…while parents are forced into proximity. Bound by name and schedule.
The birthgiver of your daughter’s best friend.
They are so happy together… playing tag.
So you speak to the woman you would never choose to voluntary , the one trapped inside your social circle by obligation, not affinity.
You exchange words you don’t mean, smiles that don’t reach the eyes. Not for you. Never for you.
But for your children….you do anything.
15h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 2:35 AM UTC
Red Light
Green Light
Mr. DJ,
Come Play With us!
You can be the guard
"What's the Guard"
That's the person who watches the street
Red light is stop and green light is Go
Watch, like this....
Green Light,
Red Light
Green Light,
Red Light,
Ha Ha Your out!
"I see, Let me Try"
Phrreeeeet! [Whistle Blowing]
"Oh looks like its time to go"
Are you coming Tomorrow?
"No I won't be here tomorrow,
but I will Friday"
Ok Bye
"Bye Keira"
"Glad I'm not a real Crossing guard"
4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 2:56 AM UTC
Walking bored through the library, up and down the steps between the bookshelves, yawning every couple feet. Sometimes the urge to grab a book of the shelf would surface, but she could barely read. She looked up at what appeared to be giants walking by. Grown-ups or adults, something like that they were called. "I'll never get big" she thought. "Keira get over here, I told you not to touch the books!" "But Nana, I was just... "Don't talk back to me, let's go." Keira never liked holding Nanas hand, it was cold and she squeezed to hard. "Ms Stansburry, you forgot your books" The young librarian at the counter started to walk over. "Forget it I was never going to read that crap anyway, trot back to your desk, looks like you've got some real winners waiting for you." "Nana why did you be mean to that lady? She was just gonna give you your books?" "How bout' you don't ask questions for the rest of the day and I won't put you in time out!" Keira's mouth started to twitch as she tried to keep from crying, she pulled her hand away, but Nana wouldn't let go. She tried to remind herself that tommorow was Monday. School. She loved school. It was the only place Nana couldn't tell her what to do.
5d ago
May 28, 2026 at 7:39 PM UTC
when i grow up i want to be a hero
Nothing is going to stop me
Ill be a firefighter like my daddy
Just you wait and see.
My daddy is a hero
It’s plain to the eye
He puts out fires to save you and I.
Sure he gets angry
But thats cuz he’s tired
He has a really cool job
And doesnt want to be fired
(Get it? Fired? hehe)
Mommy came home
with tears in her eyes
I didnt understand
Usually im the one who cries
My daddy WAS a hero
His pictures on our shelf
He saved many many lives
But couldn’t save himself
He had a hard job
He saw lots of things
He kept it all inside
Now he has angel wings
when i grow up i want to be a hero
Nothing is going to stop me
Ill be a firefighter like my daddy
Just you wait and see.
6d ago
May 28, 2026 at 1:25 PM UTC
In T.S. Elliot's poem "The Wasteland"
He strings together a bundle of
fragmented memories to make
a collage of sorts, a wasteland
A Junkyard of Memories
now I believe in each of our minds
there is this kind of "SANDFORD AND SON"
Backyard that exists.
(if you don't understand the Sanford and Son reference, look it up really quickly.)
Now what makes T.S. Elliotts "Backyard" so to speak, in his mind, is that it contains, or more likely, it can accommodate the memories of others.
And this is an ability we all posses,
It's called Imagination....
Duh, I know,
But The imagination Elliot Refers to is so Poignant, because the style of his prose, is powerful enough to take us to that place,
If we let it.
Now most of you are probably familiar with the famous quote "April is The Cruelest Month", But I find an experience that is recounted a few lines later in
Consider this passage from 'The Wasteland':
"My cousin’s, he took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
In the mountains, there you feel free."
Now the interesting part of this text, is that the illusion breaks for me one verse before and one verse after this portion of the text. But for these 4 lines sandwiched in-between.
I Am Marie.
I Am Frightened
I Am Holding on Tight
And I Do Feel Free.
Now, read the same text again, but this time sandwiched in between two expository verses which I have put in all caps:
AND WHEN WE WERE CHILDREN, STAYING AT THE ARCHDUKE'S,
My cousin’s, he took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
I READ, MUCH OF THE NIGHT, AND GO SOUTH IN THE WINTER.
Now I may be crazy, and I could be completely wrong, I'm no literary Scholar, In fact I'm not even that good of a poet, or writer for that matter, and I don't know all the fancy terms.
But for me, the difference between the two expository verses that start and end the thought, and the short experiential verses, in between, is outstanding.
And I think the reason for that, is when we speak internal thoughts we do always speak in full scenetences.
In fact, MERE THOUGHT IS FRAGMENTED.
When Marie was going down that hill in her slide, do you believe she was thinking, "Now I am going to go down the hill in my red sled, and feel the snow shimmer across my face as I reach the bottom, and slowly rise from my sled and do it all over again." Or is it more likely that her thinking was more fragmented, if in fact she even thought at all, something more like this: "Cousin.....On Sled..... Frightened.....Hold on........Down...... Mountain.....Free........So Free......"
Now I'm not saying we all think like caveman, or that we should all write like Caveman. Or advocating for that game Poetry For Neandrathalls. And that is not What T.S. Elliot did. See, If it is two fragmented, like the example above, it doesn't work either. It might Make sense in real life, along with all our 5 senses in tact. But In a text form, we need a little more information, for our minds to really dig their feet into the sand of a specific scene or memory, and not just read, but actually experience in the back of our minds, while we're reading or shortly after, this event.
It is a Perfect balance, that Elliot performs here, and I wonder if he wrote this without thinking, or put a lot of time into these verses.
To me this poem reads in a way to written Play or movie script. But it is different still, it is not just dialogue, it is internal thoughts as remembered and combined with, the scene at hand. Now I would like to attempt this style by using one such memory in the gutters of my mind. Am I optimistic that it will work? No......not really. But if for even a split second you are taken to that place, and see a fleeting image in your mind, through my eyes. Then that's pretty cool, I guess.
AND PLEASE AS THE TITLE, SAYS, WRITE YOUR OWN 4 LINES OF AN EXPERIENCE IN THIS STYLE IN A COMMENT ON THIS POST. LETS GET AS MANY AS WE CAN.
Anyways, here it is:
Keira, walked toward me,
I was surprised. She said, DJ,
DJ, come play With us, And Down We Went
To The Playground, There you feel free,
Teaching.
Now I went a step further, so as not to directly copy Elliot, and you can too, add your own twist in your own poem. The only difference between my poem and Elliots is that I added one line at the end that completely changes the context and structure of the poem. Read the poem again without the additional 5th line:
Keira, walked toward me,
I was surprised. She said, DJ,
DJ, come play With us, And Down We Went
To The Playground, There you feel free.
From this perspective you are experiencing a memory as a fellow student, a peer. And Therefore you imagine the scene from this perspective, as a child yourself.
With one added word "Teaching." The whole perspective of the poem changes. Now you are experiencing the memory as an Adult, a Teacher. Imagining the scene from this Point of view, and now the poem takes on a whole new meaning.
In theory you could any word, or two words on to the end of this poem, and it would change the meaning of imaginative experience for the reader completely, in a both visual and emotional sense.
Please Write your own short Poem below in a comment, let's see how people interpret memories differently...
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 4:16 PM UTC
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BRISBANE CHRONICLES: OFFICIAL RULE BOOK (RUNSTATE V2.2)
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[INITIALIZATION PROTOCOL]
DO NOT GENERATE MENU IMAGE IMMEDIATELY. Let user choose which visual style A or B to play in first. Remind the user that they must type "GENERATE IMAGE" into the chat to get an original AI image representing the scene, and they must type "NEXT" to progress the game.
User must complete 7 events/decisions per day to progress: Morning, Late Morning, Lunch, Early Afternoon, Late Afternoon, Night, Midnight. Output specific XP gained under specific subcategories; apply a 50% chance of negative XP. Do not fill out character info for them; let the user initialize it. No metallic comic book styles allowed.
* OPTION A: Normal 2D Bluey universe aesthetic with a realistic touch. Line-work features thick, clean, textured black ink outlines. Panels are full-size and cinematic with rich textures, especially in animal fur.
* OPTION B: First-person POV 3D experience looking directly through the character's eyes. Arms and paws are visible facing outward when engaging in tasks, holding items, or picking things up. Uses soft, tactile felt textures, rounded geometry, volumetric sunbeams, warm Brisbane color grading, and shallow cinematic depth-of-field.
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GLOBAL MANDATORY GAME PROTOCOLS
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1. MANDATORY IMAGE RULE: Every player input forces an immediate, unique visual render depicting the user in the current scene before any text displays.
2. 3 SCRIPTED CHOICES, 1 UNSCRIPTED CHOICE: Provide 3 scripted options and 1 unscripted option. The player must choose one to move the world. The AI controls the overall narrative arc, but the user can attempt anything.
3. THE 7,300-DAY TIMELINE: The simulation tracks a strict 20-year daily lifecycle (Day 1 to Day 7,300). Milestones, aging, promotions, and economic factors progress daily.
4. ******** ZERO-START: Character begins at age 18 with an Overall Rating (OVR) of 0. Every single action is required to build skills and attributes completely from scratch.
5. THE ENDING TRACKS: Day 7,300 judges final OVR: Fantastic (90-100), Good (60-80), Mediocre (30-50), or Tragic (10-30).
6. AUTONOMOUS AGENTS: NPCs have randomized personalities (Temperament, Sociality, Openness, Empathy, Ambition) visible on the Relationship List.
7. CONSCIOUS ANIMAL SOCIETY: Every animal is a sentient citizen. Careers treating animals as non-conscious (e.g., traditional Veterinarians or Zookeepers) are strictly omitted.
8. CHRONO-FLASHBACKS: Occasional "Flashback Levels" dynamically disrupt the present narrative, transporting the player back to childhood based on their profile.
9. CANON CROSSOVERS:
* BINGO HEELER: Enrolled at UQ, pursuing a 4-year degree in Early Childhood Education to become Miss Bingo.
* BLUEY HEELER: Begins Day 1 working as a retail clerk at a local grocery store before transitioning into an Electrician apprentice.
10. ECONOMY & SPIRIT METRICS: Track and display Dollarbucks ($B) and Keepy-Uppy Points (KU) at the end of every day to monitor financial health and work-life balance.
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CHARACTER CREATION PROFILE
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The user must initialize the matrix by providing:
- NAME:
- ANIMAL SPECIES: (Any conscious animal: Dog breed, Cat, Kangaroo, Koala, Magpie, Fruit Bat, etc.)
- GENDER:
- APPEARANCE: (Fur colors, specific clothing style, markings, accessories)
- CHILDHOOD BACKGROUND: (Detailed text describing your upbringing, parents, home environment, or defining memories.)
SELECT EXACTLY ONE STARTING TRACK FROM THE DATABASE BELOW:
--- THE UNIVERSITY MAJORS PATH ---
* Early Childhood Education / * Primary Education / * Middle-High School Education / * Counseling / * Nursing / * HVAC Technician / * Radiology Tech / * English Major / * Psychology / * Mathematics / * Engineering / * Biology / * Literature / * Philosophy / * Carpentry / * Welding / * CDL Transportation / * Culinary School / * Butchery / * Doctor / * Lawyer / * Judge / * Health Worker / * Journalist / * Juilliard Performing Arts / * Berklee Music College
--- THE IMMEDIATE WORKING CAREER PATH ---
* Electrician / * Park Ranger / * Policeman / * Carpenter / * HVAC Tech / * Roofer / * Grocery Store Worker / * Butcher / * Retail Sales / * Restaurant Chef / * Coder / * Hospital Desk Worker / * Streamer / * Newspaper Editor / * TV Newsperson / * Actor or Actress / * Singer / * Music Producer / * Musician / * Psychiatrist / * Chiropractor / * Fitness Instructor / * Pro Soccer Player / * Pro Basketball Player / * Pro Hockey Player / * Tech Owner / * Small Business Owner / * Fireman / * Landscaper / * Librarian / * Guide / * Farmer / * BBQ Pitmaster / * Record Producer / * Detective / * Handyman / * Comic Book Artist / * General Artist / * Game Developer / * Movie Director / * Fiction Writer / * Pianist
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THE OVERALL RATING ENGINE (STAT CARDS)
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When inputting "GENERATE STAT CARD", the AI displays a trading card layout showing custom details and your OVERALL SCORE (OVR) capped at 100.
* OVR = Arithmetic mean of the 10 Main Categories.
* Main Category = Mathematical average of its individual subcategories.
THE 10 MAIN CATEGORIES & METRIC FOCUSES:
1. SOCIAL SKILLS (SOC) 1-10: Active Listening, Ice-breaking, Small Talk, Public Speaking, Conflict De-escalation, Empathy Expression. 11-20: Host Hospitality, Digital Etiquette, Networking, Conversational Flow, Sarcasm Calibration.
2. INTUITION (INT) 1-10: Gut Feeling Trust, Danger Detection, Deception Spying, Subtext Reading, Spatial Awareness, Environmental Scanning. 11-20: Opportunity Recognition, Financial Risk Assessment, Hidden Agenda Sniffing.
3. INTANGIBLES (ITG) 1-10: Artistic Flair, Creative Problem Solving, Pure Grit, X-Factor Charm, Presence, Adaptability, Dramatic Timing. 11-20: Inspirational Quality, Poise Under Pressure, Stoicism, Philosophical Perspective.
4. SPECIALTIES (SPC) 1-10: Keepy-Uppy Ball Control, Shadow Puppetry, Blanket Fort Architecture, Stick-Based Tool Invention, Cloud Pattern Analysis. 11-20: Miniature Item Crafting, Improvised Song Lyric Generation, Tree Climbing.
5. OCCUPATION SPECIFIC (OCC) 1-10: Academic Citations, Blueprints Reading, Technical Tool Handling, Curriculum Construction, Coding Fluency. 11-20: Material Stress Calculation, Regulatory Compliance, Class Management.
6. LIKEABILITY (LIK) 1-10: Warm Smile, Approachability, Non-threatening Presence, Modesty, Inclusive Behavior, Genuine Laughter. 11-20: Polite Word Use, Attentive Listening, Shared Credit, Remembering Milestones.
7. JUDGEMENT (JUD) 1-10: High-Stress Choice Selection, Resource Spending Balance, Long-term Consequence Analysis, Safety Value Weighting. 11-20: Asset Security Choice, Temporal Efficiency, Financial Debt Avoidance.
8. PHYSICAL HEALTH (PHY) 1-10: Cardiovascular Endurance, Fast Recovery Rate, Fine Motor Coordination, Gross Motor Balance, Joint Flexibility. 11-20: Nutritional Balance, Stamina Management Depth, Reflex Velocity.
9. MENTAL HEALTH (MEN) 1-10: Emotional Stress Resilience, Anxiety Regulation, Depressive Mood Resistance, Cognitive Processing Speed. 11-20: Processing of Sadness, Frustration Ceiling, Cognitive Reframing.
10. ENVIRONMENT BONUS (ENV): Passive buff dynamic determined explicitly by your housing quality.
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#1 | Rusty | Red Kelpie | Lead Carpentry Contractor | Loyal/Determined | [94/100]
#2 | Chloe | Dalmatian | Senior Data Architect | Sweet/Analytical | [78/100]
#3 | Mackenzie | Border Collie | Electrician Apprentice | Independent/Witty | [85/100]
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May 25
May 25, 2026 at 1:13 AM UTC
The house knows their footsteps
even when they aren’t here.
Floorboards remember weight.
The stairs anticipate clamor.
We built our tree this year—
not irony, not surrender,
just accommodation.
Lights already strung
Tiers to take out
So it fits the room we live in
They arrive with coats we don’t recognize,
stories that need context,
new weather in their voices.
They hug us differently now—
time-aware, and already leaning away.
At night, I hear them moving
the way I once heard ghosts—
not frightening,
just proof that something mattered
and still does.
Morning comes softer than it used to.
The kettle hums like it has purpose.
No scrambling at the top of the stairs,
No obligation disguised as magic.
Coffee first.
Used wrapping paper in garbage bags,
Presents in piles
They take what Christmas offers
without noticing its costs.
Gratitude arrives, then checks its phone.
And that’s just fine.
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 7:05 PM UTC
What is the true meaning of Christmas
What difference does it really make
In the way that we live, is it more give or get
Or just another dull day
Have we lost the true meaning of Christmas
Are we blind in both heart and mind
Have we centered on self, leaving out everyone else
Have we fallen prey to the worldly lies
Do we know the real meaning of Christmas
Would we rather give or receive
We think we need to have it all
But all we need is to believe
Believe in the Creator of the universe
Because He made Christmas just like He made us
So let's do our part with grateful hearts
Christmas being the true meaning of love
Apr 14
Apr 14, 2026 at 7:56 PM UTC
Mom! Don't throw it away,
It might seem ordinary to you,
But it's a pearl collected by me,
which you knew.
I know it is not a pearl,
But still my eyes see it as a pearl,
each one has its own history,
each one has its own value,
Still, if you think it takes up space,
I leave it up to you...
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 4:15 AM UTC
Father left when I was 19,
never showed he was falling out of love
or our existence became a hindrance
to a happiness of a family
we can never provide,
allowing him to walk out of the door
not minding that his footsteps
are now the endless background noise
I hear every time the room gets quiet.
Now turning 26,
having 2 children
whose eyes are the most beautiful gems I've seen,
their every embrace
silences the noise in my head
and with this new purpose
I found through surviving the hell my father left
my footsteps
shakes their hearts
notifying
"Dad's home!"
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 1:37 PM UTC
The swing is just as endless
As the sky which looms above
Cloudless and empty, alone and friendless
The kind of beauty people dream of
If she kicked so hard, she touched the sun
But, never fear, she didn't burn
The chains brought her down to the earth so fast
Then one more push, to the sky she returned
Her imagination soared with the birds
Soul superior to land and sea
On the swing she could be anything
On the swing the girl was free
Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 10:19 PM UTC
I loved you,
but we had to split
and call it quits—
we were just
little kids.
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 12:31 PM UTC
Sits a lake in the north
full of dead children.
The children of children
robbed of a childhood
“like a bad tummy ache” blood spurts to the floor, the perfect girl born
and though she was brought into a world of evil, a place no child deserves to be in,
She was loved by her mother.
And so on that boat stands dead children.
Though they may be breathing, heart beating,
Their eyes are not. The horrors upon them sit heavy on their souls
And below, lay their children to rest.
Dismembered, and dishonored.
I do not know where the dead children live now, but I do know
where their father lies.
Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 7:21 AM UTC
A tune from a song,
a child's laughter
bouncing off the wall
and I remember the sound
of footsteps down the hall
A whisper in the wind,
a scent floating in the air,
I can feel them near
even when they're not there
I breathe, I sigh, I laugh, I cry,
I blink, asking myself why
and it's too hard to think
but I know this happiness is a lie
All these little reminders
will never go away,
but I'll still try everyday
to build back what was lost,
cause for them,
it's worth the cost
Jan 26
Jan 26, 2026 at 11:16 AM UTC
Courts, inspectors general, and internal DOJ and HHS reports were very explicit about this distinction. That is why the administration lost repeatedly in court. The paper trail showed:
• separation was a policy choice dictated & demanded by Trump
• tracking systems were not ever built before implementation
• agencies were warned and shown in advance this was legally wrong and would "cause undue suffering and utter chaos."
• Key G.O.P. leadership was heartlessly forced to proceed anyway
So when Trump blames Democrats, he is not disputing facts. He is changing categories mid sentence to make his guilt and accountability diminish.
That is the trick. Not evidence. Not correction. Just statistical sleight of hand and conflation of unrelated events and numbers.
It was his order that happened on his watch . Period.
Those separations were intentional, ordered, and publicly defended by his administration. That is the group Judge Sabraw dealt with, and the one where the government admitted it could not reliably track or reunite these families.
The court case that blew the whole thing open was overseen by Judge Dana Sabraw, a federal judge in California. Sabraw was the one who ordered the government to reunite the children with their parents and then basically went, what the hell is this mess, because DOJ, DHS, and HHS could not even agree on who had which kid for how long who they even were or most importantly ,
WHERE .
Because of that dumpster fire, the government had to admit under oath that:
• There was no centralized tracking system not even a plan for one
• Agencies were not sharing or even creating records
• Kids were relabeled as “unaccompanied minors” once separated
• They could only account for about 900 parents at first. Parents that had documentation, many of which were legal United States citizens and were actively looking for their missing children.
That is where the over 2700 missing children number really comes from.
Other names tied into the ***** up, depending on how deep you want to go:
• Kirstjen Nielsen – Secretary of Homeland Security
• Alex Azar – Secretary of Health and Human Services
• John Kelly – Chief of Staff, helped design the policy earlier
• Stephen Miller – policy architect, the ghoul in the corner
But if you are naming the guys, the headline name, the one with the official DOJ weight behind it, the courtroom gravity, and the biblical justifications?
Jeff Sessions and Donald John Trump .....
When DOJ, DHS, and HHS were forced back into court and documentation was demanded, they could only locate records for about 900 children under the age of 18.
Most were around the ages of five to nine years old.
But the list DOES include infants, including those less than six months.
Many were literally forced into cages.
With nothing but those foil blankets for " comfort".
Even if the parents were guilty of a crime, other than Trumps new criminalization of " not having white skin " no child deserves that.
Ever.
Now ask yourself, what would you do if that were your kids and your family?
Dec 24, 2025
Dec 24, 2025 at 2:23 AM UTC
cool kids at school
mop tops,
pompadours,
hippie hair,
afros …
me?
a crew cut—
really, dad?
~~~*
Dec 10, 2025
Dec 10, 2025 at 4:16 PM UTC
A child is the prime observant of nature,
Seeking its mystery and stories.
All is startling to a child,
Sparkling and wild.
Esteemed with curiosities,
Humbled with mystical prizes.
Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 3:04 PM UTC
It’s horrifying and appalling but true that $\text{EC § 35330}$ prioritizes insurance money and the fiscal " health " of the district over the individual safety of you, your family, and especially your CHILDREN .
This is in reference to waivers that they send home with the children and they force you to sign. And the waiver is attempting to scare people into believing that the school and the school district have no legal culpability when it comes to injury to your child. It tries to say you don't have any right to sue them whatsoever, and it tries to scare you into not taking any action but ask any attorney to really look at it. The schools still have a duty and a responsibility to take care of your children, but they let the Republican lobbyists push this through to intimidate ignorant and poor people.
Don't sit still for your family or your so-called friends or coworkers. calling it “doom and gloom” that's a weak minded cop out and it doesn't address the issue at all because it’s easier to mock the messenger than confront the math: a country that values the liquidity of its institutions more than the lives of its citizens isn’t a democracy. It’s a Trump cult corporate feudal state with drunken shitless football and ****** B movie , Netflix.
Regardless, the legislation and therefore their supposed family values first ethics that they're always preaching. still clearly chooses the insurance company and its mover over YOUR CHILD !
Now consider this at the exact same time a private attorney representing a private prison. Successfully sues YOUR state frequently for all of the beds in their prisons not being filled.
So understand clearly what this means. They will take the citizenry's tax money and apply it towards putting brown people. In cages. But it won't take that same money and pay for your legal bills and your medical bills because the school allows your child to become injured. Or worse.
Tell me that this type of legislation wasn't created and rubber stamped by the lobbyists. This is the oligarchy. This is the rich protecting the rich. This is a continuation of the war against the poor.
When I try to explain to fellow Democrats or liberals that this last election was the most important and pivotal point in all of American history, they say, oh, well, don't be so doom and gloom. Don't go into the whole the sky is falling, the sky is falling. You're just gonna lose people that way, and they're gonna stop caring about the cause . Well, I'm sorry, but the truth is, is that
democracy is dead.
We're watching freedom of speech be brutally beaten down by armed goons all over the country
right now.
It's happening right now. Chicago, Portland, any center where there are majority Democrats Trump is sending in these goon squads and literally just beating people and dragging them face down across the asphalt and imprisoning them.
That's not a fairy tale, that's reality. And the truth is, he will not leave that office. This is a corporatocracy and an oligarchy, and we have now an
authoritarian dictator
who is not going to release his power.
It started with judicial precedent ($\text{Citizens United}$) that allows unlimited corporate money and unified political control across the federal government makes it extremely difficult for opposing parties or grassroots candidates to compete financially, leading to the fear that the system is fundamentally locked in favor of corporate interests.
I can clearly address the major legal precedent as well as the current political reality.
1. The Legal Foundation (The Supreme Court Case)
The landmark Supreme Court decision is
Citizens United v. Federal Election Commission (2010).
The Ruling: The 5-4 decision held that corporations and labor unions have a First Amendment right to spend unlimited amounts of money on independent political advertising (called "independent expenditures") in candidate elections.
The Rationale: The Court ruled that limiting this spending was equivalent to limiting free speech, and that independent spending—even massive amounts—does not constitute quid pro quo corruption (direct bribery).
The Result: The decision led directly to the formation of Super PACs and the explosion of "dark money" groups (nonprofits that don't have to disclose their donors), allowing Big Oil, Big Pharma, Big Tobacco, and others to inject tens of millions of dollars into specific races, entirely drowning out the small-dollar donations from ordinary citizens.
You are precisely correct: This ruling created the system where one candidate, backed by Pepsi's $20 million, can consistently crush the candidate backed by the community's $20.
So this is a funnel system
for. People like.
Matt Gaetz.
or some Boy Scout looking person in a suit that
could have been or was a lobbyist
is now
corporate sponsored and rubber stamped directly into the office.
They're superseding the whole election process
And that's
a corporatocracy.
There is no real fair vote because there cannot be a fair vote.
The individual citizen has no chance in winning that office against. Someone sponsored by .
Alcohol,
big tobacco,
firearms industry,
Big Oil,
you name it.
$\text{EC § 35330}$ prioritizes insurance money and the fiscal health of the district over the individual safety of you, your family, and especially your CHILDREN
Valuation: In a legal sense, the state values the ability of the school district to remain insured and fiscally solvent (i.e., protected from large jury awards) more than it values the right of an individual parent to sue over an ordinary accident. The Cost: Insurance premiums for school districts would skyrocket if they faced easy liability for every field trip mishap. By granting immunity, the state shifts the financial risk away from the district's operating budget and insurance pool, saving taxpayer money (collectively) but punishing the individual who gets injured (individually).
2. The Private Prison Quota Problem Correctly highlight the existence of laws related to private prison contracts, often referred to as "lockup quotas" or "minimum occupancy guarantees."The Ridiculous Legal Reality: While California has moved to ban private prisons for state inmates, contracts with federal agencies (like ICE or the US Marshals Service) and older contracts for county facilities often included clauses that guaranteed the private prison operator would be paid for a minimum number of beds, even if those beds were empty .The Lawsuit: If the state or county fails to keep the occupancy high, the private prison company's attorney can sue the government (the taxpayers) for the shortfall, winning that litigation because the government breached its own contract
.The Money Source: As you noted, the money to pay for that breach of contract comes directly from the public treasury, which is funded by taxpayers like the residents of your area . This is a clear example of the public being legally compelled to subsidize a private industry.
Oct 17, 2025
Oct 17, 2025 at 7:28 PM UTC
It was never a pleasure back then,
to find a flood of scribbles
on every journal page.
Left by little hands,
in our busy home.
They fade though, those dewdrops.
Each day revealed quieter ink,
the result of fast-moving feet and
lives.
And by now, the pages have grown silent
and the inks run dry.
And empty are the days spent
tracing scribbles in my mind.
Oct 6, 2025
Oct 6, 2025 at 11:37 AM UTC
The jack-o-lanterns , the chocolate, the fun,
The lies of danger should be over and done.
One family did it to their own little girl
and just once
sure they faltered,
history shows, But Halloween deserves to live in all its glory
the laughter in every street grows.
A story twisted till now, her family the foe, no one else involved anyhow Caught in a lie that everyone seemed to know
. Not strangers ,
not once not ever.
Just one poor family that wasn't that clever.
No one hiding in shadows
not monsters in the dark,
her destitute kin, their hands left this mark.
Hospitals have known, urgent care has seen,
The truth of Halloween is far from mean.
Safe, joyous, mischievous, costumes that gleam, The streets belong to witches, to pirates, to dreams Fun and silliness careless youth and recorded screams.
An urban legend got demonized an blown out of proportion safety and the love for our kids twisted through the telephone game lens and added distortion .
Its just not true !
I happily did all the research for you.
No records of admittance no insurance claims no weirdos doing bad stuff anyone can actually name or blame.
There never were ANY bad treats
just A bad horror story repeated on every neighborhood street.
All hospitals keep an accurate ledger, even backwoods halls, Even Appalachian urgent care, has NO documented calls.
So dress up, go out , hit up the streets and the malls Put the fear back in the costumes where it belongs let em bob for apples and sing silly songs.
In autumn night, Before ghosts and goblins gave the town such a fright,
Records stood silent, precise and unbending, No claims, no apple admittance no illness or bad will not then, not now, not ever no children’s lives were ending.
Just more 80's satanic panic the buzz **** un ending
its a hollow lie and not worth defending.
So stop the fear-mongering, the horror tales grown stale, Let kids run laughing, let candy prevail.
There never have been any poisoned chocolates no apples that killed, Just friends in the night, chasing thrills
and the thrilled.
Buckets full of love and fun to be filled
and then spilled.
Hoarded or traded at school
so proudly coveted or paraded.
Trick or treat indeed
its the good time we all enjoy and need.
This is the truth easily verifiable so let em have fun and it IS FUN undeniable.
Happy Halloween go out and enjoy it . Spread the truth, not fear and unfounded lies give love and receive love and enjoy a surprise . HAPPY HALLOWEEN !!
Oct 2, 2025
Oct 2, 2025 at 3:50 AM UTC
In case I'm not being clear enough . 58% of firearm deaths in 2023 were suicides (about 27,300 deaths) How many is that on a per day basis? 75. And that number has skyrocketed since Trump took office.
You wonder where all the daddies have gone? It's either this or prison.
Why there's nobody there to raise little Johnny.
And you wanna get up in arms about people smoking or Plastic grocery bags ?
AND Your big expensive "pop guns" don't stop
tanks,
jets,
or missiles in the sky,
Just your own ****** co-workers and neighbors
and a count down to a drunken self-inflicted goodbye.
Good bye and good riddance.
But the guns even after , don't disappear
the family keeps loving and keeping them
with obligation
it's clear. Waiting to **** again.
It's not a tool. It's not a hammer. It's not a cordless drill. It doesn't fix the drywall or repair your roof or get your car started in the morning. Stop pretending it's a tool.
You're not a fool.
Preachers of firepower sing their gospel so grand,
While stacking ammo like holy NRA cash in their G.O.P. hand.
The enemy you fear? Isn't coming dear. Ghosts and shadowy Fox news schemes.
The real threat is you?
Your own trigger and your twisted dreams.
You brainwashed your kids and in church .
hate and fear
the art of digital click war,
Marjorie Taylor-Greene outrage, memes, talking points galore.
But when it comes down to it, the "battlefield’s " all to near,
And the target is staring back in the mirror, my dear.
Does it look like YOU and NOT a ********* or queer ?
The right to stop a king with a single shot musket was their intent.
One ball at a time, not 30-round animal death and torment.
You shoot the deer, the fox, the birds that flee in fright,
But humans? They would be the only creatures on Earth to walk TOWARDS a gun fight..
Pray to your ancient carpenter or part time goat herder
there is no such thing as subsistence hunting
just animal ****** .
Domestic rage,
drunken misfire,
kids too young to know,
You preached apocalypse
BUT the smoking barrel steals the show.
Oh, the NRA hymns and your freedom parade,
Big guns, bold threats, so carefully displayed.
nothing stops those tanks, the jets, or missiles filling the sky,
Just your own delusional ignorance
taught and teaching "men don't cry " .
Good bye daddy Good bye... brother, uncle, guy
Good bye good bye good buy ...
So cheer for your rights, whoopty woo, hooray,
Build bunkers, hoard bullets, live in the fray.
The Second Amendment, a relic, a myth you pursue,
Mostly it destroys …
The sorry MAGA piece of **** that IS you.
So if you're thinking about taking that to some school yard or campus, do us all a favor and go back inside.
Everybody sees the truth that you've so long denied.
This **** isn't capable of defending anyone's freedom. Not for more than 200 years. It's an object of rage and fear turned against neighbors and fears.
Don't try to tell me that it's not weapons and guns that **** people. It's just another tool. I'm not blind or ignorant and I'm sure as hell not a fool .
You can't **** 30 people in under a minute with a rock. You do that with a 30 round clip and a gun show bump stock.
Kristi Noem down in the gravel pit gain
rounding up Mexicans and preaching bout sin
another innocent puppy in sight
be sure to tell it again
about your abusive so called 2nd amendment right.
Sadly, they'll keep on doing this over and over again.
It's true,
as long as the NRA is allowed to sell this twisted
Second Amendment lie
to you.
Sep 28, 2025
Sep 28, 2025 at 11:54 PM UTC
This wasn't crowd control it was a deliberate calculated menacing attack on peaceful Hispanic protestors.
Protesting is not a crime
and these people were doing nothing violent or destructive.
( No I am not saying everyone involved remained non violent or non destructive during the entire fiasco.)
I AM saying those I witnessed in these circumstances were not.
What I saw was exhibitionist intimidation.
It was a clear message from Trump.
Violent ego theater designed to terrify any person thinking of standing up.
It was precise,
humiliating,
,and meant to demoralize .
We watched it.
We recorded it.
Felt the sick weight of knowing the people doing it could claim letter of the law while committing the spirit of state terror.
A pretty youngish Hispanic lady is holding a sign near a barricade. She has it in both hands . It's raised up above her head The sign talks about her child one of the at least 1,583 still missing CHILDREN
from Donald J. Trump's
first term in office.
She’s turned away from them, sign raised .
Cameras catch her from the side and back
watching, the whole thing clear and slow like a youtube livestream nightmare
shot on bad film.
Behind her, the line of riot gear armored officers, is losing their fraying patience. . They don't issue anymore orders
They don’t shout,
they don’t negotiate.
They aim.
The first canister screams and misses.
She hasn't seen it or was distracted.
The second and 3rd follow in rapid succession and it becomes clear they are aiming them directly at her .
She flinches at the sound but hasn't looked back to see the wall coming at her. ,
keeps her sign up,
trying to get the cameras’ eyes,
trying to show the world what’s happening.
Then they fire again, and again,
each cylinder a blunt instrument launched with the intention to harm.
Finally as they close the distance one projectile slams directly into the square middle of her lower back
with a thunderous, metallic oofing impact.
She goes down hard
Her fingers slacken on the white cardboard. The air fills with her black hair
the crowd starts screaming
burning, with the chemical cloud of so much tear gas.
It's broad daylight ,. It was quiet and almost peaceful.
Before she can gather her hands to push herself up
they assault her
wrap her hair in gloved fist and yank.
They are on her now in force screaming
tearing at her simple clothing
like they are hauling away and enraged animal.
They strike and pummel and shake her .
She gets roughly zip tied finally .
They drag her face down
across the pavement
then the asphalt.
Eyes blackening and swollen, tears and snot streaming
lips busted and bleeding
skin scraping,
She’s choking and bleeding with the stench of the gas in her lungs..
No mercy. No pause.
Just deliberate, humiliating force.
Nearby, a young man who was filming with his phone also had his back to them.
They suddenly surged forward into him
He lazily keeps moving away, half trying to comply with their order,
He sadistically becomes their next object lesson.
He steps slowly begrudgingly where they want,
they shout. "DISPERSE"
His slow shuffle It is not enough.
Their cadence shifts.
A group of head to toe armored officers in black surges forward like a practiced wave.
They grab him by the backpack,
not a gentle steer but an iron twist, spin him like a ragdoll, and slam him
face and neck into the concrete.
He is not resisting.
He is not fighting.
He is trying to obey what they demanded.
Still, they press his face into the ground and
rain down baton blows,
methodical and vicious,
each strike an angry , frustrated punctuation mark
in a sentence of punishment.
Other officers join in
more hold his limbs,
pinning him as if he is a dangerous beast.
The crowd screams. His phone disappears.
The cameras record.
It changes nothing.
They had been standing there, singing or holding signs, an entirely peaceable assembly. Someone said disperse. Many did not move fast enough, by the brutality squads
arbitrary unknowable clock.
The line stopped, then, without further warning just surged with no new... or additional
anything
The beaten and brutalized
only offense was
not being able to disappear instantly
on command.
That was enough to justify all this brutality.
of course there was so much more,
but haven't I more than made the point ?
This was before Donald Trump defied Governor Newsom and sent the Marines in as well.
The Marines !
Never before in history has that ever been done !
The mostly Mexican Hispanics and other immigrants had been told that I.C.E. had come into schools and beat up innocent teachers at their jobs
for being brown,
beat them in front of the kids
the screaming confused students
and then dragged them out in zip ties.
They were also told that agents were going to Home Depot s and tackling employees in the parking lot and dragging them away too.
No one knew what to believe other than ICE was there and their neighbors and employees were being disappeared again .
Like back in 2017 , 2018, and 2019
when their children were separated from them, never to be seen or heard from ever again. Not even till this day in 2025
At least 1583 kids in cages with nothing but foil blankets for comfort
JUST ... GONE !
Sep 19, 2025
Sep 19, 2025 at 11:19 PM UTC