The Trump administration is putting some energy back into America and soon cheaper gas!

Do not smile at the tragedy of others and call yourself a humanitarian.

The goal in life is discovery and movement, but not fear and stupidity.

Gen z is discovering body language for the first time, by internet and spying?

In a world that has mostly lost free speech, I am free speech.

In the end bloggers like me are impossible to hate without hating yourself.

Doctor Doom

When the last administration went radical, they went as radical as possible. Make no mistake about that.

No war is perfect, so few people see movie magic in it.

I don't care how famous or important someone is. What matters is a person who can add some color to reality.

Those who rule over filth are not fit to rule, and those that rule over those who would rule filth are true hero's. I have been called name's but I am not deplorable or garbage or racist.

The words virtue warrior are like jumbo shrimp.

We should fight for a world that is not just better, but worth living in, that our ancestors would be proud of us for, if all you see are your accomplishments, your power when you look in the mirror, then you are failing to see the big picture.

If the truth bother's you try flooding the internet with lies and deception asap.

When you see the pictures of the holocaust you can 1 weep 2 seek to prevent it again 3 try to imagine a fashion show 4 join the next nazis

Remember woke universities and schools were focused on feelings not learning anything, this is DEI or DESTROY EVERYTHING INTELIGENT

All Americans should wake up to the fact that thanks to Trump hundreds of years of total fucking hell in the future was stopped in its tracks.

Radical Muslims and radical woke left are feeling "What goes around comes around" and don't like it.

Some people discuss the modern world as an illusion or mirage and some people see a common theme of violence or exploitation, but a few people want light in the darkness of it all.

We have gone from a noble cultured human to a power obsessed idiotic consumer spy culture.

I said I was interested in a beer not a suckubuss.

Some people aren't okay with Jews being harassed.

Some lead by example, others lead by smelling good and sniffing flowers.

I hope that when I pass away that I don't get reduced to something iconic.

In a sudden change mister academic white large forehead guy will be silent today.

In the future nice people won't get roasted over a fire and fed to rats.

To a complete moron my speech is insulting but stimulates dance parties.

Men preserve their dignity with new love tires, but receives romantic punches to nose and ear slaps.

This woman should stop talking about cheese balls and cheese nuts. She doesn't have clue, she deserves more anyway.

Bald people just need a lot of love, you can tell that by looking at them, with out looking away first and covering your eyes.

I have never depended on loud unhinged drugged out retarded foolish maniacs.

You too can be evil, with new evil clothing line and scent.

The manly towers began pulsating and throbbing in the heavy rain.

I put this stuff down hoping there's someone like me out there, but its just a wish.

How to improve your idiot charm: 7 lessons to extra power and more!

If there was something better then "hard" work I would do it in a flash.

You can't always squeeze him and manipulate him, because sometimes he has bodily needs.

Complaining will get you crying fast and then we will get you ice cream and joy stuff.

I know many people are getting stupid and retarded, but lets pull up our pants and try to behave.

They say picking your nose in front of people is bad manners, but don't knock it till you pick it.

I will not marry Big Stormy Butt Woman!

I have wondered if the Academy of Poets has been winking at me?

Transblack forever or not? We decided!

Were they kind to prevent torture or were they truly hungry for love and needed extra attention?

It is possible, human life might be a dream within a dream, and we wake up someday in heaven as if this was all for the most part a bad dream.

Beyond the stupid corrupt world stands our hero.

Senator does time travel tricks to evade Rubio.

Turns out antisemites are not getting their plate served icy cold, and there is plenty of reason to hope. Falling through the cracks might be opened for those who chose evil, who are evil, who worship evil.

Juliet the shameless stalker.

Monster milk preferred by babies raises questions about the weirdness of teck talk.

Mini acts against humanity could gain weight in courts.

Time might have us caught in the middle of two directional time as a valid way to describe the human experience.

No moral preaching woke crap here.

Trust me this is not artistic.

You want to live in a world without fiction or quality TV and Movies? Good fucking luck!

This is fictions: Take the lady of shallot and turn it into a story that using that language rather than poetry Certainly! The Lady of Shalott by Alfred, Lord Tennyson is rich with imagery and an ethereal tone. I’ll reshape it into prose, preserving the language while turning it into a narrative: Beyond the fields of golden grain, where the river winds its way past the towers and gardens of Camelot, stands an island. Upon it rises a gray stone tower, ivy-laced and long untouched by the hands of men. Within that tower dwells a lady, veiled in mystery, unseen by those who live and love in the bustling world outside. The wind moves through the reeds along the shore, whispering her name—the Lady of Shalott. She weaves, day after day, a tapestry bright with colors that mirror the world beyond her window. The knights ride by, the maidens dance, the sun glows upon the willows—but she does not turn to look. For upon her is a curse; should she gaze directly upon Camelot, her fate is sealed. Only in the shifting mirror set before her does she see the world’s beauty, captured in woven threads of crimson, sapphire, and gold. The villagers speak of her in hushed tones, glimpsing the flicker of her loom’s motion through the window. Some say she is bound by magic, others claim she is but a shadow, a dream. But none have seen her face. Then comes a change upon the stillness. A rider passes—a knight whose very presence commands the air. His shield glows like a star; his plume is ablaze with the hues of the setting sun. Lancelot, named in legend, moves through the fields, his song bright upon the air. The threads pause beneath her hands. She rises, drawn by a force stronger than fear. For the first time, she turns—no longer through reflections, no longer through distant illusion. She sees, with mortal eyes, the fair towers of Camelot. And in that moment, the threads unravel, the loom breaks, and the curse fulfills its silent promise. Knowing her fate, she moves with calm resolve. She descends the tower’s winding stair, steps onto the shore, and unties a boat that waits upon the river’s edge. The sky is dimming, the air is still as she drifts upon the tide, her white robe catching the lantern’s glow. The current carries her down, past the fields and willow trees, toward the place she had never dared look upon. Her voice, soft like the wind, sings once, then fades. As the boat glides silently under Camelot’s mighty walls, the life within her passes into legend. And when the knights and ladies find her, lying still, they read the name upon her pale hand. The Lady of Shalott.

I am honored by those who think I do something of value here. It looks slightly uncanny to me sometimes though. Either I have an unusual talent or amazing luck?