Hmm. More thoughts on the trials of Chase Morgan…female energy.

hmm. I don’t know where the hell this is going. I got a bit bored and I took a chance of putting a twist in the story with the introduction of Gloria.

Hmm. She’s really something. Anyway, I’m getting a bit of a problem. The females in the story so far all have that same back talking, neck twisting and fingers snapping energy.

I got to introduce another character with a more classic feminine energy in here the problem is I think all females do play games of a sort. If they can get away with it even the classic female.

It’s going to tricky.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

The trials of Chase Morgan Chapter 6

Gloria

I stared at Daniel not believing my ears. He was grinning happily at the news. I forced a smile on face and giggled as he picked me and spun me around his office area.

“Honey. Calm down. Get your happy but I don’t want you to throw your back out.”

Daniel laughed and carefully put me down but not before giving me fast kiss on the lips.

“This is the best news I’ve had all year. Audi’s got a man that’s going to take care of her. Oh. I got to start getting their present ready.” He said turning from me to hurry to his laptop computer and start looking for the present.

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“I’ll make dinner and bring it in to you.” I said.

Daniel nodded looking at the screen. “Love you.” He said.

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I sighed. “I love you too honey.” I said and walked out the room and quickly got out my phone and started calling Chase.

“What’s up, Gloria?” Chase answered.

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I ground my teeth together as I headed to the kitchen. “You little shit. What the fuck are you doing? I told you to break up with my daughter. She’s not marrying some poor black bastard. Who do you think your fucking with?”

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“Oh. You must have heard the news then from Daniel. Yeah. I heard what you said. But, I do remember telling you what I was going to do regardless of what you said.” Chase said calmly.

“Your a fucking poor black going-nowhere loser. I’ve had it with your black ass. Your just doing this to fuck with me because I upset your feelings when I told you what I thought of you finally. Your a little chicken shit coward that couldn’t face the fact I didn’t buy into your smooth talking bull crap like Audi. Ten grand that’s my offer that’s all you’ll get.” I said as I hurried to fix Daniel’s dinner.

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“Gloria. Why I would care what you think about what I’m doing with my life. Your just a woman. I let you say what you wanted to say. But, I never said it would matter to me or what I’m doing. Why should it?! None of this is any of your business. You should be grateful I’m entertaining this short conversation with you.” Chase said in the same calm tone.

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I flinched because he was reminding me of Daniel suddenly. Chase was always direct and to his point like Daniel but he didn’t normally talk like this to me. It had to be a front. “Stop acting all big and tough boy I-“

“Gloria.” Chase spoke softly.

I paused frowning at his tone. “Who are you-“

“Gloria. I’m going to marry Audi. That’s the end of the discussion on this matter. Goodbye!” He said and hung up.

I felt a chill move down my spine. Something was wrong with this whole shit. Chase’s tone and attitude was too big of a change. Where was this…shit! Audi was pregnant. Damn him. That had to be it. I had to talk her out of having it. No way was my baby going to be tied to that poor black asshole.

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Warm regards

Guardiandogg

The trials of Chase Morgan Chapter 5

Audi

I looked out the glass window of the door leading into control room in time to see Chase approuch the door but he got distracted by Kate’s thrusty ass. She was smiling and chatting it up with him and purposely not looking at me.

Chase is smiling at her but his head wasn’t in it. He wound the conversation down and looked at me. Put in the code and walked inside. I saw Kate give me that look again and a fake smile.

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I returned the fake smile with a sunny one of my own waved to her away.

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She rolled eyes turned and walked away. The bitch really did need a man but the fuck if it was going to be mean.

“Hey. Audi. Sorry about today.” Chase said.

I smiled at him. “It’s your first day. You working tonight?”

Chase frowned at me. “Of course. I need the money for my plans and I’m hoping to go full time in two months or as soon as I can.”

I shrugged. “Okay. I talked to my Dad. Did you really have to go that far to fuck with me?”

Chase smiled. “Hey. I had to show him I was serious and it saves time.”

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I glared at him. “Your fucking with me. I don’t like it. It’s enough. I got your point. I promise not to act like I’m controlling your life. It won’t happen again. However, I am paying for my wedding dress and you don’t have a say in it.”

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Chase was still smiling at me. “Deal. We’ll talk about the wedding stuff later when I get you a ring. Is there anything else work related I need to know?”

I nodded smiling. “Tell Chad to get his ass in here. I can’t seem to get him on the radio all of a sudden.”

Chase made a face. “Okay. I’ll see if I can find him and tell him you want to see em. Later.”

I stared at him. “Why did you ask my Dad not to help with the wedding? Are you just joking around or is there something else going on?”

Chase stared at me all laughter gone for a second from his face. “You got to trust me on it. It’s got too be this way.. I know what I’m doing. Follow my lead.”

Damn it. There was a reason he was doing this. “Will you tell me eventually?”

Chase nodded. “Yes. I will. Don’t worry. I got ya. I’ll see later.” He said turned opened the door and walked out.

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There was something else going on. What the hell was it?

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

I’m re-watching throw Momma from the train and the shit is still good but…hot damn. I’m still learning.

The first scene always gets me. The sound of the type writer and the relatable moments of beginning that first scene.

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The night was…..

I saw the movie as a young writer and that was my dream to be writer. To have that kind of lifestyle. The life of words written, stories crafted and the wonderful joy of the frustrations of getting over the fear of the first words and pushing on.

Fast foward today a whole lot has changed instead of writing on typewriter pushing past my fears…

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I’m now writing on my phone half the time trying to decide what topic will spark something in me today…

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A writer writes. It’s a saying in the movie and very true.

A writer doesn’t need an excuse to do so we just need something to say that comes from a place of honesty, truth or a hot damn banging I have something to say mother fucker to the issue at hand. So here’s my two cents.

I don’t need a writing room, space or office. I just need something to spark my give a damn or a story or idea that I can generate from brainstorming. I’m still an intervert I love my moments alone because everything flows better and I’m focused on my task and subject.

Still though…I do enjoy the moments in front of a computer screen and the final moment I finally finish a story I’ve worked on for weeks if not a year be finished….until the re-write and second draft.

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Oh. A lesson I learned in 2021 about writing. Write every day. Inspiration for me comes from whatever interests me from what I read, who I listen to or some shit head or bullshit moment I encounter in life. But, really a writer writes. I don’t need a excuse sometimes I just need a pen & paper.

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Guardiandogg

Three lessons in power, malice and capital…from Chris Langan

The lessons in question….

Comment 1: “Stupidity is a more dangerous enemy of the good than malice.”

Response: No, malice is more dangerous because of the associated intentionality.

Stupidity does not imply malice, but malice implies stupidity. That’s because a stupid populace is irresistable to a malicious ruling class – it’s much easier to deceive and control – which is why the populace has been methodically “dumbed down” by “the elite” using their proprietary indoctrination mills (public schools and universities) along with immigration policy favoring fast-breeding low-IQ migrants and mass-media idiocy including miscegenation propaganda directed specifically at White people.

Comment 2: “Better to reduce everything to power instead of money.”

Response: They go together. Here’s the definitive equation:

money = power,

i.e., capital = power. That’s because money, or capital, is just generic human utility, abstracted and distributed as coinage, paper, or digital data. Money and power both come down to utility, so the equation is a lock. Either you get the power by force and then use it to steal all the money, or you steal the money and use it to bribe and threaten your way to power. Either way, it comes out the same.

Comment 3: “Monopoly capitalism isn’t new, and it doesn’t have a monopoly on capitalism.”

Response: Well, actually, it does, via the global banking system. The global money monopoly has not always existed, and now that it does, things have changed. Big Monopoly Capitalists have what amounts to a worldwide monopoly on the most important commodity of all: money.

Money is the master-commodity, the commodity of commodities, Try to make your own, and they’ll lock you up and swallow the key. By the crooked reckoning of the global banksters, everyone owes them. Everyone’s on the hook. Everyone has to do what they say. And because sh*t rolls downhill, we’ve now reached the point where people still in the workforce can’t make a peep without loss of livellihood.

My thoughts…..

The great equalizer is the pursuit and the securing of the bag to change your position and your standing in the world. There are plenty of gun laws and stupid arguments and such but there are no laws against the pursuit of money i.e. power and no limitations of accumulating as much as you can get your hands on.

Malice. I had enough of it and the damages it’s done on using stupid people to make life worse for stupid people just trying to live life and deal with the bullshit of some overlord intent on the pursuit of power. The power of the vote and media Televised programming.

Capital. Yeah. I still need to pursue the bag more then ever.

I’m going to be chewing on Langon’s lessons for weeks if not years.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

C-unit and KB are at it again…well it’s more like C-unit is up in his feeling and KB looks confused as fuck about the smoke over some words and differences of opinions

The shit is getting weirder and weirder.

C-unit is making KB out to be a small time cult leader con-man on YouTube and is heaping up smoke and Jin & Juice for old KB.. Keep in mind C-unit has a life of his own that really is more interesting then YouTube drama but he finds the time to make YouTube drama sound like it’s important for some reason?!

Apparently KB is guilty of the high crime of guilty by association of being in a video with someone else that called C-unit a Jackel.

C-unit hates Jackels like all black people do and thinks KB is a master cult leader, con man,, fake guru and every other thing under the sun. C-Unit also hates Ceno.

Ceno can not see or even knows of C-uint’s existence. No joke. It appears Ceno has went beyond ignoring C-unit. He doesn’t even know the dude exists. It’s fucking amazing. I wish I had this super power. Wait. No I don’t. I like to cook assholes to much.

Anyway,

KB is confused by the smoke from C-unit. You have to understand KB is so into real life and being rich having a big dick that he is unable to take YouTube drama seriously. He asked C-unit to come on to his channel and get his feeling off his chest and talk face to face with him. C-unit ain’t doing that because reasons. No. The reason is…some type of pride bullshit or whatever.

It’s interesting. I still think C-unit is a low class alpha but it’s weird. Saying something about another dude from the safety of the YouTube streets but not being able to say the shit to the dude’s face sounds like some beta bitch shit.

If your going to do alot of talking about a dude why not say it to his face if you care so much.

Again. I don’t know why C-unit gives a damn what some fuckers on the internet say about him. The value of a piece of shit’s word means dick all when the asshole is a poor fuck ugly bastard. Added to that. If he cared so much about his name being slandered then why not take their asses to court and sue them?

I do get a vibe from C-unit that he thinks he’s more then what he is. A regular dude with money and a job. C-unit is a proud grandfather for fucksake.

I don’t know him or KB. I just find the psychological shit behind this stuff fascinating.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

The trials of Chase Morgan Chapter 4

Six hours later…..

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I was looking at the computer going over the numbers of packages we ran and the target goal. 57,000 was the total count. The goal was 68,000. Damn it. We could have made the goal. The second shift was going to have tough time of making up for the packages we couldn’t sort on time.. We had one more month until peek season. We had to bring up the numbers.

– Chase Come back! – Audi spoke to me on the radio.

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Damn it. I brought my radio to my mouth. -yeah go. –

– Chase. How long we still running for? ETA on your end time?- Audi asked.

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I checked my apple watch. 6:13 p.m. We didn’t have anymore time. The shift was due to end soon and I had another shift in the load section of the warehouse.

– Shut down the unload. –

– Copy that. You got to get your numbers up for peek. You did a good today but you have to push it to get them ready. Meet me in the control room in ten minutes. –

I kept back a snarl of annoyance. I already knew that but it was what it was for now.

– Copy that –

I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned and looked at Chad’s smiling face. “You good?”

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I didn’t return the smile but I nodded. “I will be. Where did I mess up?”

Chad shrugged. “You didn’t get your trailers up on time and you had people half-assing it and didn’t check em and keep em working.. Brody and Kent didn’t show up today. You got write them up. I was supposed to be covering your ass better and really handling things on the back end but I caught up with talking with Betty. I’m going to get my ass chewed out by Boss Lady in private. I’ll buy you a beer after work. How you like it?”

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I gave him an honest smile. “It was thrilling and more challenging managing everything and trying to catch shit and calling up All and Jody to fix shit. The belt on door 12 needs is going to be down until we can get it repaired so we’re down a belt.”

Chad stared at me. “I got unload tonight and 12 is down again. For fucksake. That’s the second time this month alone. Man. I’m really going to need a beer after tonight.”

I nodded. Today was disappointing but it was fun at the same time. Not one moment was boring.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

Microsoft buys all the games.

The story and one gamers views on it.

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Microsoft buys up a lot of old and new games by default and now gamers have one challenge to getting all those games on one system that is spread out over the pc and console gaming platforms of digital gaming services and some what physical gaming.

There’s two sides of the coin here. First the immediate benefit.

I say some what physical gaming because everyone that is into modern gaming knows the big companies (Nintendo excluded) want to go all digital or game streaming services only. Now with this bid of Microsoft that is going to happen.

The other side of the coin and a peek into the future and present conditions. Modern Digital games will become worthless and eventually some of these games will become loss when Microsoft can’t make any immediate money from them. All digital is a worthless junk food digital media not only from collectors stances but from a value stance of how disposable this media will be.

Hmm. an example being. Would you like to look at tits on a screen or be able to hold a pair attached to a chicka in bed with you at night. Really though. What holds more value? The physical or the digital?

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Another example, books.

Book nerds that love books and adore the physically act of engaging with a book and having that story and moments of interconnected meeting of minds experience is why books will never be a digital only experience.

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Yes. There are ebooks but for every dude that has one Ebook of his favorite book he has three physical editions of the same book. Physical books have a higher value. Ownership of the memories and experiences connecting with another mind and imagination.

Hmm. I am a all around gamer. I like different types of games. My favorite gaming experiences are the ones I shared with people in the same room as me playing both digital games and dungeons & Dragon’s.

I’m an imaginative guy so dungeon & dragons has always been a world wind of experience for me. But, the physical interactions and play with other people is just a world of it’s a value of it’s own.

I’ll conclude my thoughts by mentioning one digital/physical game that always comes to my mind silhouette mirage. It’s an old ps1 and Sega Saturn game that just comes to mind every once in awhile. Not just for Nostalgia sake.

It’s a good challenging fun game. I haven’t played in over twenty years. I could get a ps4 and buy it digitally on the console but then I wouldn’t really own it. I would rather buy the ps1 disc and own it out right. The manual and the colorful artwork on the case. I miss having that.

Funny enough I am a pc gamer all digital guy right now but I do have some physical digital games they’re all on one gaming platform…..

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Guardiandogg

The trials of Chase Morgan Chapter 3

Audi

I couldn’t deal with this shit right now. But, fuck it. I got up to go to the control room because the sort was set to begin in twenty minutes. I got out my phone as I picked up my laptop and brought up my Daddy’s number. I headed out the door into the warehouse past the vans to the control room.

My Daddy picked up on the third ring as I approuched the control room.

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“Hey, Baby girl. What’s up?”

“Hey. Daddy. Did Chase have a conversation with you about him and me?”

“Yep. He told me his plans and such. It was a bit of a surprise but a welcome one. Good to see how serious he’s getting and not stringing you along. He even told me he had opened an account to pay for the wedding.. Anything else?”

Ah shit. “Ah. No. I ah. I’ll talk to you later. Daddy. No. Wait ah. He’s paying for the wedding?!”

“Yeah. Chase told me he’s paying for the wedding and he laid out his whole plans and time table of when we would expect the wedding to take place. He just needed me and your mother to show up on time to support you. Don’t worry baby girl I talked with Chase and got his measure and I negotiated with him and we’ll be getting you two a gift. It’s saddled.”

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Oh boy. I knew that tone. I still had to try. “Daddy. Chase and I might still need help with the-“

“Do you want to marry Chase?” He asked pointedly.

“Of course. We’ve been dating sense forever. We are getting married. I just-“

“Then it’s saddled. I already accepted his dowry.”

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The fuck?! “I’m sorry. Ah. I didn’t get that last part. What was that?!”

“I accepted his dowry marriage proposal. So it’s saddled to me. He’s serious and determined. We made a deal and shook on it. It’s done.”

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Holy shit. “Daddy. This isn’t the 1800s. You shouldn’t have accepted money from Chase. You need to give that back.”

“Excuse you?! I’m not giving nothing back. Any man that got enough respect for me to ask your hand in marriage, give me a dowry and say he’s paying for the wedding…please. You need to get back to work and stop sticking your nose into men business little girl. It’s saddle Have good day.”

He hung up on me just like that. Damn it Chase. Now I know he was not only fucking with me he had also turned my own father to his side. Damn you Chase. I wanted hit him and kiss at the same time. Damn I was horny.

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Warm regards

Guardiandogg

Remember, Remember Richard Henry Pratt the progressive that invented the political magic word, “Racism”

Yeah. This is interesting stuff. The word and the political use of it as a weapon to destory native Americans cultures is an amazing story.

Here’s a quotes from the founder.

“Kill the Indian, save the man”

Segregating any class or race of people apart from the rest of the people kills the progress of the segregated people or makes their growth very slow. Association of races and classes is necessary to destroy racism and classism. – Oxford English dictionary recorded in 1902

The shit is interesting to read about the orgin of the political magic word effect of Racism.

Short hand story. After years of war against the so-called “Idians” and putting them on reservations of hellish conditions he suggests the means of saving them is burning their culture and dressing them up in the dresses and suits of their conquers. Why? Because he really really didn’t like Idians but he liked his culture so if he could get rid of their cultural identity and mask it in Anglo-Saxon American identity then he could tolerate them. Because it was racist of them to want to keep their separate cultural identity in a country conquered over by Anglo-Saxon Americans.

In other words he wanted them to go along to get along.

Pause.

I really do have to pause a moment. I’m not saying one tribe of people not liking another tribe of people didn’t exist before Pratt coined the magic political word.

Oh no.

I’m saying Mr. Pratt turned his dis-like into a political philosophy as a means of burning away everything about the culture he didn’t like and putting a Anglo-Saxon mask over it with Christianity forced conversion included.

Holy shit. People say the dude with the weird mustache was king weirdo Mr. Pratt could take that dude to school.

Remember, Remember Richard Henry Pratt. The general. The progressive. The killer of cultures.

He took their children. He cut their hair. Changed their clothes. Beat out of them their native mother tongue.

He did this to save their souls from their culture and ways of being. He did this with good intentions and a joy of burning away their links to their cultural identity.

Lost to the sands of time. His efforts and successes and methods are still practiced by his progressive all inclusive ideological descendants.

Remember, Remember Richard Henry Pratt. The general. The progressive. The killer of cultures. The stealer of the legazy of men.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg