This year has been like a mashup of an STD and Ebola. And it just won’t stop…
Over and over I see the fear-mongers whipping their zealots into a frenzy, using tactics developed by the Nazis to strip the disenfranchised of their reason and their wills, turning people into a mob, all for the sake of power. I see their manipulations, but I don’t know what to do to stop it.
I wore black today. I knew the Electoral College would shuffle Trump into the White House, in spite of all the petitions, in spite of the popular vote, in spite of the fact that the man they advanced is a fascist, egomaniacal, narcissistic con man.
Today is my first day of training in the basics of how to survive in space. Time to get my first enviro-suit and figure out how to use it.
Ninety-six years ago a wonderful woman was born. She isn’t with us anymore, but I think of her every day, nonetheless.
In the wake of this year’s election, there is a lot of bologna flying around about what the Founding Fathers
There was no way I was going to sleep well my first night on Luna. I finally got up and wandered around Tranquility, exploring the base and getting to know it a little before my first training.
I had a dilemma. I had been hired to seduce this man, to make him infatuated with me, and to break his heart. This was nothing new. I had long since lost count of how many men I had broken over the years. But I didn’t like breaking men who were undeserving of my cruelty.
Getting to Luna was fairly easy, but mostly boring. Once it was sealed and moving, my transpo capsule would take 18-20 hours to get to Luna, depending on traffic. Until then, me and the other passengers would sit, sleep, eat and generally hang out.
Time to check in at the Icarus Launch Center. It’s hard to believe I’m not coming back, or if I ever do make it back to Earth, it won’t be for a very long time.