Saturday, February 17, 2018

What the Fuck?

It's been more than a week since I written... and a lot has happened so many things have gone on. All I have to say is What the fuck?

First, Trump wants to give SNAP recipients food boxes instead of EBT payment because it would save money? Reading many of the comments, I just have to scratch my head and think WHAT THE FUCK 

Why do so many people hate poor people and people on SNAP?  Popular comments: Lobster. Well I don't know about you, but my local grocery stores don't carry lobster. The one offers lobster certain times of the year, you have to preoder and it is cooked, and because a rotisserie chicken is not covered then neither is steamed lobster. I have seen lobster tails go for about $5 a piece, not cheap like Ramen but not exactly expensive either. Steak. Well many grocery stores have sales, I often can buy steak for $4 a pound on sale. I guess SNAP people shouldn't buy stuff on sale.

Some people who get SNAP: Many hourly Walmart workers, military families, working poor. Which means that these people probably also have to pay for food because they are not getting thousands of dollars in SNAP.

I worked at Walmart and sure SNAP people would get snack and soda. Many and I mean many are getting cheap processed food like : On Cor family dinners typically run $2-3 a box and come in several flavors, canned pasta, canned soups, Ramen noodles, processed meats like hot dogs, chicken nuggets and patties. Oh that is so healthy, but cheap so that food is okay. Facebook commentors all say the same thing until a military wife says she used SNAP to buy steaks because her husband was coming home and the tone changes. If you are going to shit on SNAP users then shit on all of them.

Speaking of military- Congress wants to beef the defense budget and how much is actually going to pay increases for service people? Not enough not to be SNAP users. Gosh, here in America, we loves our military so much until they want a pay increase.

On February 15, 2018 there was another mass shooting. Some 19 year old dip shit got himself an AR 15 and killed 17 people and injured many others. WHAT THE FUCK Why is this even common place? Why do we still have military grade weapons available to any Tom, Dick or Jane. But at least the dipshit got to exercise his rights to buy a semiautomatic. It is unfortunate those 17 no longer have a right to life.

WHAT THE FUCK is wrong with people? Why is this okay? Inaction is pretty much saying it is okay.

Okay, this country pisses me off. It should piss you off. This how we treat each other?  This how we became a world leader? Go on tell me to move, because I don't give a fuck. Stand back and take a look at the world around and really see it for what it is. And maybe your rosy colored glasses will fall off.

Till next time...

Thursday, February 8, 2018

Fireflies in February

The night sky is a patchwork of stars and cloud mass. Crusty snow lays on the grass and the road appears to be slick in headlights. Silence is everywhere. In the distance, semis cruise on the highway to somewhere else. And I want to be writing.

I woke this morning, and it was rush rush. Before I knew it, half my day disappeared. Before I knew it, my week break is already almost over. I woke up this morning and realized February is a going to be bitch and soon it will be March.

I dream in words; they are like fireflies in the forest, there but never found. I think about the weekend we went camping at Laurel Hill State Park in Somerset. Our cabin was the last in the row closest to the trees. And we stood on the porch and watched the forest light up in yellow-green phosphorescent Morse code. I tried to take a video, but it wasn't sensitive enough. It felt like a million fireflies surrounding us, telling us secrets we wouldn't understand.

I want to be writing. And yet, when the time comes, I find myself lost in another plane. I don't where I am sometimes, at least mentally. I wrote in a journal entry for my one class this last term, that biggest obstacle to writing is myself. Half the time I don't even know why I get in my own way. There aren't enough therapists to go around for that one.

Here I am on this February night, thinking about poetry, stories, Stirling and friends, Holly and friends, while my current favorite songs are on repeat and the silence creeps into my bones, even the oil furnace sounds like it is another dimension. All I can seem to do is daydream about fireflies in the summer.

Wednesday, January 31, 2018

Trick or Poem by JM Scott FREE on Kindle Through Feb. 4, 2018

Hey all, Trick or Poem is FREE in all Kindle markets through Feb. 4, 2018. This book features 31 Halloween and/or Horror themed poems.

There are demented children, ghosts, a wendigo, a zombie, demons and so much more.

By the way, if you didn't know this photo is Egg Hill Church in Centre Hall, PA. I did some photo editing to make it extra creepy.

Enjoy this free sample from the book.



Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Feeling Rich

I waded through the rubble of the classy neighborhood to a massive home that was only half there. It looked as though something bit off a chunk from the front.  I invited myself in to find what I could find ( hopefully food, weapons, tampons).

In a back bedroom, I found a silver-framed picture. I wiped away the soot and ash; I recognized the smiling woman and man. They were on a house hunter show and bought this very house six years ago.

Now that she’s ash; I’m wearing her silky pink panties, sitting on her king size bed, feeling rich.

Wednesday, January 24, 2018

West Wood Update

I looked back at some older posts and realized that I wrote that I wanted to finish West Wood by the end of the year. That didn't happen.  I did write some last week and came out with an additional 1000 words. Though, I ran into a problem. I forgot where I was heading, so I had to reread everything I wrote and lost a chunk of planned writing time. This is the downside of writing by the seat of your pants,  life happens and get busy then all of a sudden a month goes by and you have no idea where it went.

I still want to finish- no I need to finish it. The funny thing is it is on Inkitt because I love getting certificates, and I had to upload it to get it. I haven't taken it away yet. The weird thing is I have not promoted it. In fact, I don't want people reading it because it is a mess, it is the first draft after all. And two people have rated it. Can you believe that? It is sometimes a strange world we live in.

I have been trying to spend less time on social media. And my mood has improved ten fold. I know I should be informed about what is going on in the world, but sometimes it becomes too much for me. I obsess over things I cannot control. It is nice to have a break from it all.

I should just run off and live at beach in the Caribbean.

Till next time....

Saturday, January 20, 2018

And the Federal Government Closes Down

When I ask who is to blame, what is the answer?
The GOP?
The Dems?
Trump?

Actually, it is all of us. We put these fucktards in office. We don't vote out people who has been politics longer than the Price is Right. Most of us don't vote in the primaries. Most of us vote in party lines, always. Look who is putting party before country?

We voted people who do not work with a person with a different point of view. All I hear is whining and crying and carrying on- like a daycare.

So what are we going to do about? It is obvious neither party gives a shit about most of us. So why do we keep voting them in?

How about we vote in our respective primaries and vote out incumbents. And if you don't have a choice, then come November vote out incumbents- even if they are from a different party. I am tired old party politics from both sides. We need a government reset.

Till next time...

Friday, January 19, 2018

Get Out of Debt! Start a New Life! Easy Work! Call Now!

Two blocks from the house, Maryn  found the painted trash can. She opened the lid and pulled out the canvas bag. In the dim street light, she saw plenty of green. She walked five more blocks then kicked off her heels in the storm drain. Another block,  she peeled off her fishnet stockings and tossed them on a no smoking sign. Lighting a cigarette, she moved forward. No sirens.

Hailing a cab, she tossed the cigarette. One night of gross sex with a bloated senator and little cyanide equaled 100 thousand cash.  Not too bad for a mother of three.