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Dirty Stinkin' Commies! (And Other Improprieties)

    So it has come down to it at last. The final nail in the coffin. The ending waltz on the dance floor. The last Pringle in the can. Or something. Either way, we have sworn in another president, we have upheld our particularly American brand of Democracy, and we are all certainly awaiting every politician to be taken into custody, executed, and then for Trump to rule forever. Q just has to be correct right? The track record is.... stunning? Pictured: Q at his computer, or something. Creator: Rembrandt  |  Credit: Hermitage     Either way, our country has reached the dawning of a new administration. An event that has happened 45 previous times, and will undoubtedly happen many many more. But along the way, there was a bit of... discourse, if you could call it that. Most of it was spurned on by the greatest of all threats in this day and age, the Keyboard Warriors. Yes, this multi-class, 12th level, 5h Edition DnD champion has, for the last 5-6 ye...

An Open Letter To Macy's

     A little over 100 years ago, the RMS Titanic set sail on it's maiden voyage, which would also prove to be it's last. Those aboard came from all walks of life, ranging from rich to poor, and everything in between. One couple, sailing back home from a holiday in Europe, was Isidor and Ida Straus, co-owners of Macy's.      Once the iceberg sealed the fate of the Titanic, Ida and Isidor did what many other passengers did, and made their way onto the deck and towards the lifeboats. While they were offered seats straight off due to their social standing, Isidor refused, as there were still women and children on board, and he could not bring himself to go before them. Ida followed suit, and gave her seat and coat to the couples newly hired maid. As recorded by numerous accounts, Ida bluntly stated "As we have lived, so will we die, together." Although no one knows exactly when they perished, eyewitnesses claim to have last seen the Straus' arm in arm on the...

Treatise on the End of the Human Race

             The year is 2592, and the last of humanity has just died. She didn’t have a name. She didn’t have a place of residence. Long had humanity abandoned sedentary living places after the cataclysms that befell them. She died at the ripe old age of 43. Old for the time at least. In the past century, many barely made it to 30. She had no language; coherent words being of little use with no one to speak to. She was alone on a quiet world, devoid of almost all complex life or vegetation, scrapping by on what little food and water she could manage to obtain. Her mate had passed on nearly 2 years ago, but she had little concept of years. She knew that it was man moon cycles, and that he had gone in his sleep, never to wake up. She had no concept of an afterlife. For her, there were only two states; here, and gone. As she ventured through the desolate wastelands of which we used to roam, she regarded things she saw, but had no concept of. Ol...