The Heroic Road Back to Comic-Con
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America's in troubleAmerica's in trouble2 years ago in Miscellaneous More Like This
Last week on ABC's "Good Morning America," Mitt Romney said he would define "middle-income" as between $200,000 to $250,000 a year and less.
He is totally out of touch with the reality of what ordinary Americans deal with every day. The 2008 census reported the medium income as $50,233. This would make the middle class income range $37,675 to $75,350.
How can you elect someone who has no concept of what the average American deals with... living pay check to pay check ?
If only we all had been born into a family of privilege but this is not reality. He has never had to wonder how the electric bill would get paid, or had to eat potato soup.
I urge any American's to read into his past, for minorities and women please check into his Mormon religion. Mormon women are barred from the priesthood and most senior leadership positions. Mormon tradition strongly encourages women to be homemakers, sounds like a lot of fun, right?
From the mid-1800s until 1978, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-
Skin Glowing From WithinLysanna felt a sudden change in her breathing, and knew than that something had happened to her Progeny. Though the organism was still very small, she shared a psychic link with it that would remain as it transferred from host to host. When the growth cycle was complete, the bond she had with the tiny bit of life would be severed as it emerged from the host with its own consciousness.Skin Glowing From Within2 years ago in Writing More Like This
She looked in the mirror at her gaunt face, the colors of her life force faded and barely moving under the surface of her tightly stretched, translucent skin. Her time in this world was diminishing and with every dying moment she hoped that her progeny would take hold in it's new host. She had tried transferring her progeny to the humans many times before, and felt the twinge of pain as it was violently rejected, leaving the host in throes of agony as it expelled the last bits of the strange organism. But this time, she was hopeful, for the progeny had thrived longer in t
Dreams of the DeepPaul's whole world was spinning. The Proxitol made it incredibly difficult for him to think clearly. Maya? Yes, her name was Maya. She had told him it would only be a few days, that the thing inside would dissolve. She'd been wrong, and she'd been surprised that she'd been wrong, not that it mattered. Resting his head against the cool porcelain of the toilet in the cell he called a room, PaulDreams of the Deep2 years ago in Writing More Like This
could almost laugh about how this all seemed like some ridiculous dream. But the pain, the disorientation, and the feeling of...something inside...assured him it was anything but.
The growth had started spreading again, but it was different this time. The iridescent scales had formed
patches around his hips, wrapped around his waist, and then branched out into two separate lines that
ran up and gathered around his shoulder blades, sprouting opaque sacs.
That night he dreamed of an ocean, somewhere far, far away. Something large and shapeless, sparkling like a star-covered