What did Jesus do when it came to Roman oppressors, Pharisaical oppressors, and Sword-Control? Do you think, in a forgotten unrecorded aside, He actually told those disciples to check with the local ruling bureaucrats on the Roman Sword Regulations for Non-Citizens before buying their swords? Surely He would have even advised them to, quick like dutifully meek sheep, register them after the sale and in the future to joyfully turn them in to those very same oppressors. Surely.
Or how ’bout even before telling them to arm themselves mightn’t He have surreptitiously asked around…just to make sure none of them had anything questionable – say, like red-flags – on their “permanent (government) records?”
But, but, but…wouldn’t He have done so if super-worser even more-deadly firearms had been the Personal-Protection weapon of choice back then?
Um-m-m…I’m still believing that’d be a big fat, “No.”
In an effort to become more social, I visited an open painting group at the Senior Center in my home town today. My nervousness was 100% unwarranted! The ladies in the group were immensely welcoming (and hilarious to boot).
They warned me the staff often comes down the hall and shuts the door to the small room “with a flourish,” because of all the laughter. I guess, as my throat was feeling a bit rough from my contribution to the noise level, I’d have taken pride at contributing to such a door-shutting today.
It never happened. There’s always next Wednesday…Lord willing.
You’ll waste your money for sure, but even now it’s a waste of your “dreams.”
You worked hard for four years in high-school only to get to senior year and have your dream of becoming Valedictorian snuffed out ‘cuz your (lazier, less talented, just-plain-stupider) classmates’ “feeWings” will be hurt.
You crushed it – you think – on the SAT, even that #%*! essay, but…your school is in a relatively safe part of town (perhaps at home!) and while only one of your parents “works” you’re not considered oppressed nor are you on any Dot-gov assistance, so you won’t “qualify” to get FREE POINTS! for simply showing-up at the test center that day.
Okay. So your SAT score was super without the patronizing point-pat on the head from the guilty administrators at The Monopoly-on-College Board, Inc, (wanna bet they are huWhite? Umm, maybe not.) but…now you find out certain sorts of students are more equal than others in the United States of ‘Murica. If you want to go to a fancy-shmancy school like those Monopoly folks certainly did, it’s going to be as much about the “optics” as it is about the brains.
How do you fit into the cast-of-characters those image-conscious schools want to put on display? If they don’t need any more of your “type,” sorry; Buh-Bye; oh, and Harvard thanks you for the $75 Application Fee!
Sometimes space-aliens really are out to get you, so don’t judge a space-rock by its stony exterior. The matrix might be hiding something truly mind-boggling which you (and your brain) should steer clear of. Um-m-m…NOW!
Is there a sci-fi fairytale genre? Well, there needs to be. This one will be about 9500 words and posits the actual origins of the Religion-of-Peace® (HT to Richard Dawkins). As you might imagine, I’m struggling on the final edits. (Also working to tie it into – as backstory – one of the passengers on the fictional Stratos A-29 flight in the FREE! short story called No Respect.)
I should have it up here over the weekend. It’s HERE!
p.s. If you drool over new fonts as much as I do (you poor thing), the two used on this cover (and likely on others of mine) are from the awesome FREE! font site, fontsquirrel. (Bahia & DayPosterBlack)
Of course college senior Hester Primm was aware that she had a “Permanent Record.” She had been told, as had countless other school kids all their lives, to keep it clean…or suffer some vague future Consequences. Well, who’d’ve thunk that that very same P-R-scam would be pulled on her as a graduating senior in the home stretch? Not Hester, that’s for sure and all for trying to NOT do what she thought was the wrong thing. Go figure…
Trying to work-within-the-system, might-makes-right, and good-guys rush in all collide in this sober-yet-satirical look at campus politics in the 21st century.
On a side note, campus life will probably only get worse.
This one’s not humorous for sure, but still, I hope it’s as enjoyable. Let me know!
Also, none of the characters in QC are recognizable from – or clearly connected to – any of the characters in my other recent stories. Perhaps that will change in the future. 🙂