Hello there girlies and boy...ees...
Anyways, my wife the Duck Lady has finished up bundling the Seducing The Guardian series. I put it up on the site in a brand new section I created for you, our customers. I broke out the bundles into a separate section from all of the individual books, and I put a link to the section in the upper menu and the sidebar section list.
Mary Anne has also created paperbacks for most of the books now on Amazon's site. You see, a site called CreateSpace used to let you do that, but they got bought out by Bezos and his boys, so now Amazon is the one-stop shop for paperbacks and e-books.
Because of the dominance of Amazon, and the use of mobile devices in looking at webpages now, I have pretty much thrown away all of the old purchasing buttons and replaced them with much, much bigger Amazon buttons.
As an aside, I replaced all of the e-mail links with web forms, to keep the spammers away.
So check out all the new pages and see what you think.
And while you're at it, read my little sci-fi/political satire series, The God Emperor of Soon (links below).
I suppose I could have stayed home and baked cookies and had teas. - Hillary Prima
It was Coronation Day.
The day that Hillary had been waiting to experience for over 10,000 years. The day she would take her rightful place as Empress of Humanity, the position she had been born to fill, born an almost infinite number of times. Her destiny was finally here, just within her hungry, yearning grasp.
I’m a registered Republican. I’m a pretty conservative guy. I’m somewhat liberal on social issues, especially health care, et cetera, but I’d be leaving another party, and I’ve been close to that party. - Trump, before the Apotheosis
That's what most of the world had become, and in the middle of it was where Hillary the Ghola found herself at that moment, sweating and suffering.
She turned to the right at the giant obelisk and trekked what seemed like dozens of miles, per the directions given to her by Jenner. Several millennia ago, Hillary Prima knew the tower as the Washington Monument. Since then, though, it had been purchased by an entertainment megacorporation during the Entertainment Wars and had "The Huffington Post" carved upon its stone sides.
What I'm doing is going to do some good. And we're going to change the world. - Bruce Jenner, before his first Transformation.
She beheld the smoothly inhuman face of Jenner extremely close to hers when she came out of her hysterical stupor. "What happened?" Suddenly her memories of the last few minutes came back, jarring her to full consciousness. "Oh my God... What a monster... He... my daughter..." She felt faint again.
"Whoa whoa whoa. Let's not have a repeat of that, okay? But now you see."
She hesitated, then the anger boiled up. "Yes. I see now why... why He must... HE MUST DIE!"
Jenner put a finger to his lips and shushed her. "Quiet, now. You've got to be a little more subtle if you want to be successful."
I believe the primary role of the state is to teach, train, and raise children. Parents have a secondary role. - Hillary Prima
Hillary the Ghola was suspicious. "Where are you taking me? What do I need to see?"
Jenner replied, "We are going to where you were born. Or, more correctly, where gholas are born. And what you need to see is what all the Hillarys have seen that made them understand what a true monster Trump is. Not just His outward form, but his inner self as well."
And one of the best answers I heard was from a commentator yesterday saying, "Leave it the way it is right now, there have been very few problems, leave it the way it is." There have been very few complaints the way it is. People go, they use the bathroom that they feel is appropriate, there has been so little trouble. - Trump, before the Apotheosis.
Bill Clinton was talking on the phone, laughing that big Southern laugh of his, no doubt shooting the bull with one of his good buddies in Congress and trying to cut a deal on legislation Bill wanted pushed through. His hand eased down toward his lap... and grabbed the short dark hair on a chubby female head as it bobbed slowly...
The nightmare dissipated instantly as Hillary the Ghola jerked upright in bed. THAT BASTARD! THAT SORRY, HORNY, REDNECK SON OF A BITCH!
Sorry about that my dearies. Big old nasty husband here, by the way.
I was in the process of writing up the fifth installment of my dumb little series "God Emperor of Soon" and clicked the Publish button instead of the Save Draft button. I unpublished it as soon as I could, but the incomplete post still hit Twitter and possibly other social media that Mary Anne happens to be using.
So if you get here by clicking a link that goes to a non-existent page, that's why.
Many apologies, and have a relaxing Labor Day.
Angry Old Fat Man
First installment here.
Second installment here.
Third installment here.
You know, I'm not sitting here like some little woman standing by my man, like Tammy Wynette. - Hillary Prima
She began following the God Emperor's cart down a long curved hallway. Upon the walls were paintings - large rectangular portraits. Portraits she recognized from her lessons.
Jeb Bush. Carly Fiorina. Ted Cruz. Bernie Sanders. Marco Rubio. Al Gore. Arianna Huffington. So many, many others.
First installment here.
Second installment here.
It’s freezing and snowing in New York – we need global warming! - Trump, before the Apotheosis
"So Hillary, let's talk about you and about how you feel. You doing okay? Your lessons going good, yeah?"
The waitstaff began filing in with the most delicious-smelling and beautifully presented meal she'd ever smelled and seen, and arranged the table just so.