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What is an American
   It's not even the silly season and my mind was completely overloaded by all the conflicting messages being brayed from this side or the other.     As a discerning human being and a voter, I was more than a mite confused by all the propaganda, stump speeches, soundbites and analysis that was filling the space betwixt my ears.     In the middle of all this noise, my mind finally surrendered and shut completely down and defaulted to the emergency exit.
   So I abandoned the remote, stepped through the wads of newspaper and magazines, leaving behind the electronic frontiers and pulled on a coat, hat and warm gloves, before stepping out into the cold refreshment that was outside.    Down the steps and the length of the driveway put me on the path to what I fervently hoped would be my salvation or at least a dose of sanity in what was becoming an increasingly shrill and divided existence.    The sun
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The Wang Chronicles Again, Part 13
   Jules was standing on the dock of Cobblestone, watching the rowboat make it's way closer to the dock to pick up it's passenger for the ride south.    Beside him, resplendent in her traveling dress of deep green was Red Shelly.    At first glance, one might mistake the coiffed beauty for one of the richer women of the world, bandying about in her fine silks and oversized skirts, totally unsuited to the rigors of the half-baked and under developed regions of the Uncharted Lands.    Of course, upon closer inspection, one might discern that her skirt did not poof out like those pamper pigeons, that strategic slits of considerable length turned what should have been a liability into a distraction that could be abandoned at a moments notice to allow for fluid movements.    And it was no satin slipper of matching color for this creature, but rather a muted mahogany set of boots of fine workmanship and bearing signs of we
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The Wang Chronicles Again, Part 12
    Jules was not happy with the "arraignments" of the hotel.   Having comported themselves as husband and wife, the hotel naturally accommodated the two of them as spouses, leaving one bed for the two of them in the Palatial suite, or at least what passed in Cobblestone for such.   It was two rooms, one bed and one for "audiences".   Needless to say, the reaction of Red Shelly to the apparent dilemma was, expected.
   "Well, looks like you got lucky Jules." she said with a smile and a leer as she entered the bedroom and surveyed the surroundings.    "Maybe we should take a few hours to relax and enjoy the slower pace of things?"   Jules quailed at the thought of having to go a few more rounds with Red, thinking hard of the previous encounter in which he had definitely come out on the wrong end of things!
   "And maybe you two should just pack up and go home!" barked a voice at the door, which Jul
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The Wang Chronicles Again, Part 11
   The four made an interesting lot in the Tavern as they dined on chicken and roast vegetables.    Buttfuk was scarfing down the food in copious amounts as befitted a dwarf of his stature and Jules was doing his best to keep pace while also devoting a portion of his attention on the two comely lasses engaged in running down the intel that had just been gathered in the brewhaha outside.    Fatima and her sisters were headed south and east for the Spine following their ignominious defeat at the battle of Tinya.   Although there was no loss of limb, the loss of face for the Warrior Women was heavy.      Beaten by the two women was bad enough, but to add a man and a dwarf to the mix, that was just adding insult to injury!   Buttfuk had gotten his two hands worth as well, further shaming Fatima to the point where it looked like she had spent too much time in the sun based on the redness of her face!
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Day 156
    Day 156.   Woke up before dawn today, probably a good thing, the fire was down and so was the temperature.    Still enough embers to see by as I left the cozy confines of the sleeping bag and started stretching.    Adding a couple of sticks to the fire would help moderate the temperatures and I shook off the sleeping togs and began limbering up.    This was part of the routine, one of those things that allowed you to check yourself off and see what had decided to break down overnight.    That gave you time to either fix it, or get ready to prepare for whatever downtime you were about to encounter.     Arms over the head, stretched out, then to the side, then down, allowing each muscle to sing a song of fitness in an aging body.    Repeat with the legs, feel the pain of the ankle strained when the building came down, see if things will move just a micrometer farthe
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The Wang Chronicles Again, Part 10
   Morning broke over the forests and farms surrounding Tinya, heralding what should have been a glorious sunny day with warm temperatures, a cool sea breeze and the promise of a busy day for all.
  Well, at least the last part was going to be true.
   Jules was shoveling down a fantastic plate of eggs and bacon in the main room of the tavern when Buttfuk came charging into the room from outside, glanced wildly around and locked eyes on the bard.   "Red Shelly is on the war path!"    More than one man involuntarily clenched their legs together and Jules paused for just a moment before continuing to fill up on what might be his last meal.     This attention to his dietary needs was not sitting well with the Dimwitty Dwarf!    "Didn't you hear me?" he screamed.
   Jules set the plate down and reluctantly rose.   "I heard you, but if you think I'm going to cross paths with her on an em
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The Wang Chronicles Again, Part 9
   She resisted the urge to start reading the prophecy as soon as she was clear of the Warrior Women.  Aside from the fact that it was dark, she knew that the information contained within the scroll was of utmost importance to the balance of power along the Spine of the World.     Understanding the details would give her the edge in future negotiations with the King and cement her position with regards to the new rules in the mountains.
   Sidestepping the drunks who leered at her, she quickly stared down their accomplice who had been moving to see what kind of a purse she was carrying.   He started at the recognition and quickly redirected his path away from her.   Considering how fast she made him, he knew that this was not the kind of easy mark that the three of them had been looking for and reset himself for the next prey.
   Pushing quickly to her room, she brushed through the tavern and up the stairs, draw
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The Wang Chronicles Again, Part 8
  "Well of course I've heard of him, I mean, who hasn't?" Jules replied a bit miffed by the tone of Cameo's voice as they walked the side streets of Tinya.
   "He doesn't see just anyone, but he owes me and if he can't come up with this prophecy then he can go find it."   Cameo realized that she was a bit more vexed than usual and couldn't put a finger on it.   Jules was a fellow bard and despite the friendly rivalry, was not what was chaffing her leathers.   Of course it might have something to do with the silken gown that she was poured into, a concession to the fact that Snark had a very poor time telling humans apart.      When she had joined Jules in the Beached Whale, he had nearly lost his balance at the bar and the reaction of most males in the bar indicated that when she wanted to flaunt what she had, she walked among the Goddesses!
   In order to ensure the coming conversation didn't deviate as mu
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The Wang Chronicles Again, Part 7
     The voice was mellocream, wavering in an out in a pleasing melody that transfixed her audience even as she subtly wove her hands in gestures that communicated an undercurrent to the story she was singing.   Her face was transfixed with emotion as she sang of ages past, loves lost and kingdoms which endured despite terrible odds.    Great heros rose up from the populace and faced foes that would flatten the beers in their mugs and plunge the world into a dark abyss.
    Her face was a beautiful sculpture, almost elvin, but radiant as she sang, her raven locks curling about her face and lending a mysterious fog to her stories and words.    Her white blouse fairly gleamed when contrasted with the blue-black of her vest which hugged her tightly, showing just the right amount of curves to her mostly male audience.    The skin tight britches were of doeskin, soft and supple, dyed black to hint in a
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The Wang Chronicles Again, Part 6
     Jules knew an error when he made one.     Deciding to accept the "help" of Buttfuk was not only one of those errors upon which usually hinges the sanity of the person making the error, but was compounded by the fact that this fine specimen of dwarvenhood was a blabbermouth.    For the past five miles as the sun rose into the sky, Buttfuk had carried on a nearly one-sided conversation recounting everything that was going on in his life, a blow by blow, minute by minute account that was accompanied by occasional farts and complaints about the lack of a tavern in the woods.
   "Y'd think a rich place like this would at least consider putting in some microbreweries or station some taverns every so many miles to keep people from dying o thirst.   I mean consider the fate of mankind without a stout or the pleasures of a lass without an ale in hand.   Looks like it's gonna be a warm un, which is yet anot
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The Wang Chronicles Again, Part 5
  The first two ner-do-wells that reached the overturned carriage were eager to have at the assumed treasures which were indicated by the fine craftsmanship and trim of the vehicle.    Daggers poised, Stfuyi grabbed the handle and wrenched the door up and out which allowed the maroon garbed, she-demon to spring forth in a vicious thrust that passed directly between his companions legs and elicted a high pitched scream as he dropped his dagger in favor of trying to protect his violated privates!
Stufyi tumbled backwards off the coach and hit the ground, which gave him just enough room to avoid notice of the woman who was spinning and swinging amongst the small thieving band.    He also had a front row seat to the spectacle of her systematically doing her best to render each and every manjack that stood against her as a eunuch!
   Red Shelly spun masterfully, her blade Newteryou deflecting every physical attempt even as it sought the vital thr
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The Wang Chronicles Again, Part 4
   This was not part of the plan, Jules thought bitterly as he rode in the carriage on the well traveled and well kept roads of Ambrezia.      Not that the ride was bumpy or dusty or miserable or the company was not so dang fine to look at!    Jules hated to ride backwards to anything and since his captor was currently occupying the opposite seat that faced forwards for the trip, he was truly in the 'hot' seat, so to speak.
   Red Shelly was dressed to kill, looking like she expected at any moment to ambushed by thieves, vagrants, dingledinerds, doofus' or even a Forest Feller or two (despite the fact that Forest Fellers had not been seen this far north).    Her ruby lips were compressed into a straight line as though she was debating a matter or great import.   Her eyes flicked back and forth from side to side, taking in all the information that was available through the open windows of the carriage,
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The Wang Chronicles Again, Part 3
   More than a single dingledinerd and nerdowell was paying attention to the fine piece of ass that was moving through the taverns and inns of the capital of Ambrezia.     It was difficult not to notice the fiery red hair and maroon outfit that marked the fine young thing as a woman of means and a definite outsider to the normal citizens.    Of course her current demeanor was anything but inviting as she looked like she had a major pisson that she was just waiting for the itch that she could go full-on beast mode with.    Most of the adventurers who were out looking for a good time knew well enough that the look this she-cat was wearing was fair warning not to go yanking her chain.    But there's always one in every crowd.
   "Hey Ginger, nice set, whatdaya say you and I explore the cracks and crevasse of our new found relationship?" snorted a rather large and dark haired warrior, garbed in smelly leat
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The Wang Chronicles Again, Part 2
   "Know O' Prince, that before the rise of Boffo the Dumbshit, in the years preceeding the Great Fart Famine, there strode a mighty warrior, Kim the Beasbarian.   Brew in one hand, broad in the other, he consumed all burritos in his path!    Strong, Lumbering and bombed out of his mind, he roamed the lands, searching for the Dark God Lowinbrow.   These be his stories O' Prince, may it not make you gag!"
   "Marvellous Bard, so that is how this game begins!" Red Shelly responded in glee and set down her mug.   Across the table, the current King of Ambrezia was not smiling.   Jules who took a deep draught of his own set down his mug and looked at her.   Everything about this woman screamed danger and excitement.   She was a breathtaking beauty in her own right and wasn't afraid to show that beauty for maximum effect.     Firm and pleasantly rounded, her breasts ro
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Americans are not like our current President.  Well, some are, most are not.   Most are average, ordinary people with their own cares, concerns and thoughts, centering on themselves.    Little thought is given to people struggling to find freedom, or people starving in far away countries, or people wanting to practice their religion and being violently surpressed.    Americans are more focused on getting through the day and finding friends and family to spend some time with.    American's don't worry about your religion, your orientation, your sex or anything other than how good a friend you are.    Guess they are pretty much like everyone else in the civilized world, day to day, the smaller truth is all they need.
2017, the year we get back on track before the world ends.....lol
   Americans are being bombarded once more with Presidential candidates from the two main political parties.    Sometime early next year they will select a candidate which they will claim can lead the nation to greatness and solve all our ills.   The other side will claim the same for their candidate.

The American people, given two bad choices, will be forced to choose the lesser of two evils.

Given the role of big money in political campaigns, the constant barrage of negative ads attacking this or that candidates race, religion, sex, orientation, issues and airing any and all dirty laundry by twisting words, it's a wonder the country even stands.

Every American of age has the right to vote.    They do not have the right to sit on their hands and mope about how horrible it is that they have no candidate to vote for.    We have surrendered our participation to two parties and you have to be either a (R) or a (D) to have an opinion.    I call BS.    I call for an awakening.     Register to vote.   Educate yourself on who is running and make an informed opinion after reviewing the evidence FOR YOURSELF.   Do not expect your neighbor, the woman down the street, the man across town, to have YOUR best interest at heart.   If you do not vote, you have failed not only yourself, but your family, the man in uniform who died in the Pacific Jungles or the beaches of Normandy.   You have failed both the blue and the grey and you have surrendered the hard fought independence won by the forefathers of this country who believed in a Creator, not one religion's God.

You can sit on your hands and do nothing.   Or you can step up to the responsibilities of a citizen of the United States of America, a Republic founded on Democracy, 1 person, 1 vote.     Women fought for the right to be able to vote.  Minorities had their own battle to gain the right to vote.    Those forerunners of our Great Nation understood what it was to be marginalized by others, yet today, we have americans who marginalize themselves.

It is time to awaken.   It is time to pull ourselves from the media circus, our social networks, or airconditioned/centrally heated homes and step outdoors.   It is past time to stop letting the parties decide our fate with candidates unsuited to the offices they are seeking.    It is past time to end the gravy train of legislative largess and put citizen-legislators back into power, working to make the country whole without regard to lobbyists and corporations.

This is a call to VOTE, not to arms.    This is a call to get involved, not languish on the sidelines.    If you can still feel the stirring in your breast when the national anthem plays, or get a chill seeing the flag waving in the bright sunlight, you know what I speak of.     We have run out of time, the sands are almost gone and unless we do our part, no one will turn the hourglass to restart things unless it is our hand that does so.

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According to my 4th grade teacher, I was her "absent minded professor", something to do with my rampant and uncontrolled imagination. Often accused of having my "head in the clouds" and an uncle who worked at a comic book factory, my love for reading inspired me to take a shot at it on my own. So now it's time to begin "spreading the love" to future generations and see just how many more people I can infect with a nervous tic when they heard the infamous words, "know O' Prince".
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