Showing posts with label Trump. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Trump. Show all posts

Friday, August 23, 2019

Trump & The Chosen One

Is anybody else as freaked out as I am by all the blasphemy coming out of that psycho's mouth lately? Granted, he always is saying something that guarantees a migraine, but this "I am the chosen one" utterance—while looking up at the sky no less!—has me creeped out. Coupled with his retweeting of a post from an alt-right conspiracy theorist who referred to him as "King of the Jews" and "The Second Coming of God"... 

I. Am. Freeeeeaked!

Anybody else out there saying extra Hail Marys these days?

Tina/Jaid (who just crossed herself)

Wednesday, July 4, 2018

4th of July & An Ominous Writing Realization

I haven't celebrated Independence Day since 2016. I know I'm not alone in that regard because this is the second 4th of July in a row marked by a noticeably dismal quiet. No one of my acquaintance is hosting—or even having—a barbecue. Nobody who lives near me has set off a single firework. For all intents and purposes today feels like any other Wednesday. There is no laughter echoing through the valley, no loud music, no shared bond of hope and nostalgia with friends and strangers alike. Although the phrase has been used so often during 45's farce of an electoral college presidency as to have become something of a cliché, I truly do have to keep reminding myself this is not normal.

No matter where in the country I was living and no matter who the incumbent president was, Independence Day used to be the Christmas of summer—a day we collectively put aside our differences without even realizing we had done so and simply enjoyed each other's company at parades, barbecues, and picnics. Fireworks were a must! The familiar sound of animated crackling and boisterous booms would start at the stroke of midnight and not end until the following one. Then everything changed...

People used to muse aloud that the 4th was merely an excuse to get drunk and set off fireworks, but I don't hear anyone even halfheartedly trying to reassure themselves of that anymore. The sad part is, I think most of us really did believe it was just America's excuse to party hardy. Aside from politicians and other talking heads, few of us consciously equated the holiday with a celebration of freedom. Today, as so many of us continue to lose individual liberties on a daily basis, we finally recognize what we've lost and the freedom the 4th of July once represented. That freedom wasn't perfect and America still hadn't realized her full potential, but she was firmly headed in the direction of progress. With that proverbial rug having been pulled out from beneath us, it's little wonder that summer's Christmas feels like any other day in this dystopian version of our former glory.

As I sat here and reflected on what was versus what is, I couldn't help but see the parallels in my writing. Notwithstanding everything I'd been going through pre-election, I finally realized precisely what it was that had hammered the nail into my erotic muse's coffin. To put a fine point on it, as a woman whose works of adult fiction all revolved around capture fantasies (a PC way of saying rape fantasies,) it grows increasingly difficult to work up the necessary libido to pen more of them. In the pre-45 world, I felt in control of my life, my body, and my future so it was little wonder how alluring capture fantasies were to me. I wrote for similarly situated women who felt empowered enough in real life to enjoy giving up that power for the length of a book or novella. Fantasies are supposed to be in the realm of make-believe and stay there.

In today's America, I can't truthfully say I genuinely believe women will still have the right to vote in five years, much less the right to control our own bodies. Evangelicals and white supremacists have teamed up and turned this country into the fundamentalist Christian version of ISIS-meets-Apartheid. The United States of America is now South Africa at its ugliest inside Saudi Arabia at its most oppressive. Conservative white women may be living in subjugated bliss—at least until the oppression begins affecting them in ways they hadn't anticipated—but the rest of us are living in a twisted nightmare.

I used to dream of semi-retiring so I could move either to Paris' Montmartre district or to the tiny Shakespearean hamlet of Stratford-Upon-Avon. Whichever opportunity presented itself, I dreamt of spending my days typing away on a laptop at an outdoor cafe, writing my books in an atmosphere conducive to creativity. Now? I don't really dream. I'm not situated high enough on Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs to think beyond immediate survival. I'm very sick, I have no healthcare, and I'm watching the GOP dismantle any hope for better days ahead.

On the rare occasions when I do daydream, my psychological flights of fancy are downright macabre: Civil war. Vengeance. Deporting white supremacists and rabid evangelicals. Watching 45 and his regime stand trial before The Hague. As I said, very macabre.

I know I've changed—and not for the better. But then the same can be said of America.

—Tina/Jaid

Wednesday, March 21, 2018

Now Available - The Yuge Wall of Jina: It's Fully Loaded

It's a year past schedule, but the sequel to The Yuge Wall of Jina: It's Bigly is finally out! 😁 The synopsis and purchase links follow below:

I had a life in the Normal States of America— a wonderful, safety-pin-awesome, it just doesn't get better than this kind of existence. As a successful artiste, beloved daughter, and one of New York City's most desirable catches, no woman could have asked for more. ​​And then in the year 2073, he came along... ​​

One moment my life was near perfect and a blink of an eye later I became the prisoner-wife of a Cro-MAGAnon man. Now a freaked out captive held hostage in Trumpgolia, my abductor is demanding entry into my passage. He wants to fertilize my eggs and use my uterus as an unwilling host for the growth of his spawn. My only desire is freedom and my only hope is escape, but in order to secure either of them I must first penetrate... ​​

The Yuge Wall of Jina. ​

And this time, my friends, It's Fully Loaded.

Monday, January 29, 2018

Likely the ONLY nonfiction book I'll ever write

$6.99 eBook

I know my readers are waiting for sequels in 2 of my fiction series, but given the iffy state of my health this is the one book my conscience dictated I finish ASAP. It releases Feb 1st under my birth name so... fait accompli.

For 1.5 years I've been studying this man; what the media (and ourselves) have been describing as "spinelessness" in the Speaker of the House is turning out to be anything but. Paul Ryan's behind-the-scenes actions are cold, methodical, and reveal the darkest of intentions.

It doesn't matter what your political leanings are; if you never read another book I write make it this one. It's bound to offend extremists on both sides of the aisle—namely the alt-right, the evangelical right, and the alt-left—but my longtime readers also know I'm bound to not give a shit ;-O

Genocidal Smile also delves into more of my own personal backstory than I ever planned to reveal, but relating the parallels between what I'm seeing play out today vs what I've already experienced firsthand became unavoidable. (If you read it, you'll understand why.)

The synopsis follows...

Friday, June 9, 2017

American Genocide

Call your senators TODAY as soon as you wake up—the Republicans are expected to pass Trump/Ryan-care as early as today. Democratic senators don't even know what's in the bill, much less us, the American public.

A video worth watching:

Friday, May 26, 2017

Paul Ryan Is A Monster

Never in my life—literally not even once—have I wished for another human being to suffer. I've always been one of those "bleeding heart commie libtards" who couldn't bring herself to wish ill will on anyone—including people who've stabbed me in the back, told lies about me, physically and/or mentally harmed me, etc.

But that was the old me. 

The new me—the alternate reality version of my former self who came into being on election night—isn't a woman I recognize. Given the times we now live in, I suppose on a purely scientific level the metamorphosis I went through was inevitable. (Never forget Newton's third law: for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.) 

Whether an unavoidable consequence or not, I don't like this newer, icier version of my former self. The pre-election me was incapable of feeling genuine hatred toward another person... much less a burning desire to watch a man suffer. But then the old me was so unfamiliar with Paul Ryan that I couldn't have picked him out of a 2-man lineup. 

Apparently I became too politically complacent under President Obama's leadership for the simple fact that I knew he was trustworthy, honorable, and genuinely cared about all Americans. I didn't live in a constant state of anxiety, fear, rage, hopelessness, and an unquenchable thirst for vengeance because I understood that our (then) president had the best interest of the country at the forefront of his mind at all times. That knowledge allowed me the freedom to focus on the political issues that meant the most to me—poor women and children, prisoners' rights, etc.—and pretty much block everything else out.

In keeping with Newton's third law of motion, the yin afforded me under Obama came at the price of an insidious yang: I didn't know who this monster named Paul Ryan was pre-election season; now I have to watch every day as this traitorous piece of shit enables Trump, whitewashes treason, presents genocide with a smile and the promise/lie his healthcare reform won't hurt Americans, and does everything he can to undermine and exterminate the 99.9%.

Republicans like Paul Ryan believe that wealthy people deserve to pay a lower percentage in taxes than the rest of us because they have contributed more to America than we have. WE are the ones who work the shitty, non-living-wage jobs those billionaires "contribute" to the USA. WE are the ones who are taxed out the ass so those same billionaires can be bailed out with OUR money when they make ill-founded business decisions. So what great contribution are the 1% of the 1% making to America?

In a word, nothing.

We already learned from the Reagan years that Trickle Down Economics doesn't work. When you allow billionaires and mega-millionaires to pay lower taxes they do not turn around and reinvest that money into paying workers living wages, creating more jobs, or doing anything of benefit for anyone but themselves. Instead, they hoard. Now, because of Ryan and the GOP, the little bit that Obama forced the ultra-wealthy to do—namely to fund Obamacare—soon won't be contributed either.

Paul Ryan laughs with Republicans after signing a bill to repeal Obamacare
I won't pretend to be an historian, but isn't this entire let them eat cake attitude how revolutionary wars begin? It was certainly the cause of Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette literally losing their heads. It was also the catalyst to the Russian Bolshevik Revolution that led to the formation of the former (communist) Soviet Union. Let them eat cake was why Batista was overthrown by Castro in Cuba, which also resulted in communism.

Paul Ryan, the white trash piece of shit from Nowheresville USA, obviously understands less about history's examples than I do. Either that or the Speaker of the House is a science denier like most Republicans and believes himself above Newton's third law. I honestly think Ryan is a disgusting premeditated mass murderer who believes Americans will keep falling for the GOP's propaganda and "divide and conquer" tactics despite growing evidence to the contrary.

Unfortunately, I no longer believe this country's elections aren't rigged. And that means Paul Ryan and others like him aren't going anywhere unless forcibly, physically removed. I fully and freely admit I yearn for the day it happens—and it will happen. No country, no person, no anything is above scientific law. In the meantime, I await karma's visit to the Speaker of the House. May he and the people he loves most find themselves being treated no better or worse than Ryan has chosen to treat the 99.9%. If it's acceptable for even one child in this country to not receive preventive or emergency medical care, food, and shelter, then it's acceptable for the Ryan family too.

Paul Ryan has lived off of taxes since he was a teenager. He didn't become wealthy because he was smarter or worked harder than the janitor at the local school. On the contrary, Paul Ryan found wealth the old fashioned way—he fucked his way into marrying it.

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

The Yuge Wall of Jina: It's Bigly (And Releases March 28th!)

Pre-Order Available in eBook

The first book in The Face Palm Chronicles is up for pre-order (woot!) You can click here to view and/or buy it at Amazon. FYI: This was listed as $4.49 online, but it will actually be $2.99 upon release. (I'm a stickler when it comes to the pricing being justified by the word count as I'm neither a fan of overvaluing nor devaluing my work!!) At any rate, if you pre-ordered it at a higher price, Amazon doesn't charge you until release day anyway so you'll still only be charged $2.99.

What To Expect

First of all, expect to belly laugh from start to finish 😉 This series spoofs the political idiocy that is our current reality in the USA, while offering unmistakable commentary on where I see the divisive path we're on leading to. I don't hit you over the head with it because my ultimate goal is to give you a cathartic laugh. I guess you could say I keep my message in the subtleties (i.e. the book is set in a future where the USA doesn't exist) and leave it at that.

Click here to find out!
Why I'm Writing In A Genre I'm Not Known For 

First of all, comedy is still comedy. That I usually write it in another genre doesn't mean my style has changed. Secondly and bluntly, I needed the emotional release writing these stories provided me with. I wrote the series for myself, my mom, and my daughters—they love it by the way!—because all 4 of us were changed by the 2016 election... and not in a good way. 

I think this series provides an emotional release through laughter that the average person in this country badly needs right now. Although I wrote it for those of us who are very much against everything Trump is and stands for, I hope those who disagree still read this if for no other reason than to get an understanding of where we're coming from... and hopefully develop some empathy that—currently—is lacking at best and nonexistent at worst.

Cheers

Here's to laughter. It's still the best medicine ✌

Tina/Jaid