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 I unpublished it as soon as I could, but the incomplete post still hit Twitter and possibly other social media that Mary Anne happens to be using.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.
Hi kids, it's me the Angry Old Fat dude comin' atcha once again.
I've got some more installments of my little online series The God Emperor of Soon lined up and ready for your perusal - or ridicule, or whatever. Haven't gotten any feedback on the current two installments, so I don't know if you like what you're reading or not. Alls I know is, a little more exposition in the third installment, then finally action starts on the fourth one.
I've had a beautiful, I've had a flawless campaign. You'll be writing books about this campaign. - Trump, before The Apotheosis.
Hillary the Ghola had the same upbringing as her predecessors.
Born from one of the mysterious axlotl tanks in a lab deep in the bowels of the God Emperor's palace, she proceeded to be educated about Hillary Prima and His Imperial Greatness. Their history together from circa 30 BA (Before Apotheosis) to 1 AI (Anno Imperator) was the main subject matter.
When she asked her tutors and other Duck-Speakers (who were all women for whatever reason) why she had to learn such boring fare, she was told it was to prepare her for her day of awakening.
Hello children, it's me, your favorite aggravated husband of a Crazy Duck Lady.
Aforementioned Crazy Duck Lady has said to me repeatedly that she thinks I should write something - an anthology of comedic quips or quotes, or possibly even a narrative.
After seeing the meteoric rise of Donald (Duck) Trump on the national stage and the internet's somewhat sarcastic rebranding of his personality, I felt that burning itch of a muse that Mary Anne speaks of.
Either a muse or a fungus, I can never tell which.