REWARD FOR THE FALLEN. PART 2.

The man shook his head in bewilderment and continued on his quest to find the end of the trail.

However, things began to get more confusing.  Now his journey was often interrupted by individuals who spoke in languages he could not identify.  Almost as strange was the array of clothing that outfitted some of those who blocked his path.  

Often they were quite colorful and very extravagant.  Yet, at other times they seemed quite simple, often consisting of a plain tunic or robe.  Attire on the head and feet also represented both ends of the spectrum.  It could be a helmet or cap accompanied with boots, or bare-headed with sandals.

It was not just the clothes that became more varied.  Individuals came in all sizes with many different skin colors being represented.  From time to time the newcomer was a woman, who treated him with identical solemnness.

The man was becoming extremely frustrated, but that only seemed to strengthen his resolve to complete the journey.  There were a couple of more things that lifted his spirits.  He knew, inexplicably, that each person was dressed in some type of uniform.  Additionally, that they all were evaluating him and the judgment was universally positive, whether or not he understood the words spoken.  It was the tone of voice that came through loud and clear.

End of PT 2.

REWARD FOR THE FALLEN. PART 1.

The man found himself on a dirt road.  How he came to be there was a mystery, for he could not remember the circumstances of his arrival.  In fact, he had no recollection of anything in the past.  All around him was an alien landscape and heavy foliage lined the path that stretched into the distance.

"What is going on?", he said to himself, "Why am I here?"  The man decided that perhaps the answer lay at the end of the trail, so he began to walk.

After a short time, a shape emerged before him, seemingly out of nowhere.  The man was startled, but regained his composure quickly.  Looking the newcomer over, the man was puzzled.  The figure was dressed in a shabby manner, wearing a worn out buckskin shirt and pants and carrying an antiquated flintlock rifle.

The man wanted to speak to this new arrival, but never had the chance.  With a cursory glance, the one blocking his way said in a plain gruff voice; "You are on the right path, continue."  On that note, the individual stepped back into the overgrowth and disappeared.

"Strange," said the man, "an obvious eccentric."  So he continued on his way.

A short time later the man found his path once again blocked by an individual that appeared suddenly and without warning.  This time the intruder was dressed in a blue tunic, with matching blue trousers that had a yellow stripe running down the side of each leg.

Again, the man was given a quick once over, and then was addressed in an accent he couldn't identify;  "Ah, not a Son of Erin, but you'll do.  You're on the right path, continue."  As before, the way was made clear by the departure of this most recent interloper.

The man was confused.  "What is going on," he thought, "why am I here, and who are they that seem to pass judgment on whether or not to allow me to continue my journey?"

End of PT 1.

Even By Donald Trump’s Cheap Standards for Lying, This Is Insane. ESQUIRE.

BY CHARLES P. PIERCE

SEP 4, 2019

This is beyond belief. Even by this guy's standards for cheap lying, this is off the charts, across the floor, down the storm drain, into the river, and long gone off up the gulfstream.

Remember the other day when the president* said that Hurricane Dorian posed a threat to Alabama, and then the National Weather Service told all the people in Alabama to relax because the president* didn't know what he was talking about, so they all shouldn't run off to the Piggly Wiggly to buy 250 loaves of bread? Whereupon, the president* expressed his annoyance at his own National Weather Service for its role in helping him look foolish? Again. (Maybe it was just their turn.) This resulted in a couple of days of social-media snark directed at the president*s Very Great Brain.

Cut to Wednesday morning in the Oval Office. From NBC News:

The map Trump displayed was the same as a model produced by the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration last week showing the hurricane's projected path cutting through central Florida— with one key difference. Where the original projection ended, a smaller, black circle that appeared to be drawn in sharpie was produced to include Alabama in the model.

Sharpie? He either doctored—or had doctored—the map with a  freaking  Sharpie? I wonder if he did it himself or contracted out the work to the Department Of Embarrassingly Clumsy Fakes, led by Secretary Of Embarrasingly Clumsy Fakes Epstein's Mother.

"I know that Alabama was in the original forecast," Trump told reporters later on Wednesday. "We have a better map... in all cases Alabama was hit... they gave it a 95% chance." Asked about the discrepancies with the original map, Trump said: "I don't know. I don't know."

A Sharpie.

This is just insane.

It's also possibly a federal crime.

Completely insane.

            

HOW CAN WE FIGHT TERRORISM? PT 4.

ANOTHER CATEGORY OF POTENTIAL TERRORIST RECRUITS.

THE POWERLESS PAWN.

Perhaps you are an Individual, who through Indoctrination and Constant Reinforcement, believes that a "HOLY WAR" to Destroy the Enemies of God is an Absolute Necessity.  ( This can be used by any Faith, Religion, or Belief System, for it is a Generic Judgment that allows you to plug in the Deity of your choice.) Perhaps by Living in a Isolated Community, where there is no chance to Interact with others who might look at the World Differently, your frustration at not being able to "Make a Difference" becomes a constant thought in your mind.

Along with this, you also happen to Occupy One of the Lowest Rungs on the Social Ladder in the Culture you Inhabit. YOUR GENDER, ANCESTRY, FINANCIAL STATUS, OR EVEN DISABILITY PREVENTS YOU FROM HAVING ANY SAY, INFLUENCE, OR IMPACT ON YOUR LIFE, THE LIVES OF THOSE AROUND YOU, AND THE COMMUNITY AT LARGE.

However, One Day a Person of Power and Prestige approaches you with an Interesting Offer. Contrary to what you think, or have been told by others, you have the Capability to do Great and Wonderful Things. In Fact, GOD NEEDS YOUR HELP TO CARRY OUT HIS HOLY WORD ON EARTH.

You are Naturally Flattered with this Attention by someone of such Importance, and the IDEA THAT GOD NEEDS YOUR HELP IS A DREAM COME TRUE. YOU ARE NO LONGER A NOBODY TO BE IGNORED AND PUSHED TO THE SIDE, BUT A PERSON TO BE ADMIRED AND LOOKED UPON WITH GREAT RESPECT.

Of Course there is a catch...