He’s the only one who gave us good information during the chaos.
Don’t matter one iota.
He did a lot of public projects that helped millions.
So, you are excusing his behavior? Justifying it?
Of course not. I’m saying that the good work still exists even if performed by a monster. Think of Wagner’s music and…
…and it is still the music of a monster, just as all of his “public projects” are just that, so much “public defecation”. He’s a politician…
But what about your guy?
He’s a businessman, not a politician.
Now there’s your manure…
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(Trent, stay out of politics!!!!) There is a big name (which will remain nameless ;) ) that is once again in the news. Yesterday someone I know said something along the lines of how good they thought some of the things he did back when he did them, but now that they know what type of a man he is, it is obvious that those works are actually awful. This person isn’t a fan of the businessman, but I have heard people use that argument…. Anyway, fiction, fiction, fiction, not my opinion!! ;)
Although I guess I had always known, it was really at her funeral that I realized how different Mom was from her younger siblings. Looking down the row of mourners, I thought she might have been even more different from hers than I was from my own younger siblings.
It was brought home even more when I overheard Uncle Pat talking to Aunt Ann at the wake. I don’t remember everything, but the way Ann said, “She was so much like our mother in oh so many ways,” that struck me. Pat nudged her after that statement and tilted his head towards me.
“Careful, we don’t really need a drink now, do we? Gotta pay more attention.”
Stan stood shivering with delayed reaction as he watched the raging river flow by just below his feet. A week of unusually warm temperatures and pouring rain had melted most of the remaining snow creating a torrent in place of the usual babbling stream.
“They don’t call it ‘mud season’ for nothing,” Stan said out loud as his attention was drawn to the slick spot that had almost tipped him into the rushing water. The bank had eroded into the river taking a good chunk of the path with it. The mud around the cave-in made this collapse doubly dangerous. He’d only just caught his balance in time, his momentum carrying him to the edge of the void.
The reaction of his near fall had shaken him more than he cared to admit so he stood watching the water, waiting until his nerves had settled down. Mount Nodbadigat, which appeared to rise directly out of the river, caught his attention. He had seen this small mountain a thousand times but never noticed its unique shape. It looked like something but he just couldn’t put his finger on it. Trying to puzzle it out he unconsciously took his jacket off and tied it around his waist. Feeling calmer, Stan shrugged his shoulders and turned down the path away from the river and mountain.
The conditions were perfect for an early spring hike. Technically it would still be winter for a few more days, but how often does New Hampshire see 70 degree weather in the middle of March? Stan had played hooky from work to get out and walk off some of his cabin fever. He loved to see the seasons change and it wasn’t often he got a chance to walk in Nodbadigat State Park quite this early. He was glad he did, for it was beautiful, a monochromatic masterpiece built largely of browns and grays. The pines supplied splashes of green, but it was a dark green that tended almost to black in the distance. Many of the trees were beginning to bud and some shoots were sprouting, all of which added spice and accents to the stark and dramatic play of dark trunks and golden sunlight.
Wow! Cool beam weapon! Is this part of the Planetary Defense?
Kid has some imagination… No, it’s just a telescope. We use it to observe the cosmos.
Oh, I get it, secret identity and all. Turned one way and it gathers light and lets you see billions of light years, turned the other and it concentrates the light into a super beam. You can both see them coming and shoot them down.
I’m sorry, this is purely scientific.
Right. Your secret is safe with me.
Command? Identity of Planetary Defense Weapon Six on Keck has been compromised. Please advise.
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Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo by @ Douglas M. MacIlroy. If you want to join or see other stories, go to the inlinkz linkup.
It has been months sine I joined FF! I took a short break, and the short break seemed to stretch on and on… Not sure how easy it will be to visit everyone, but I will try….