Jack of Harts

Imagine an America where citizens of a congressional district were the only people allowed to donate money to a Federal election campaign in that district. House District. State Senate seat. The Presidency. It is already illegal to accept funds from people outside the nation. What would it be like if you could not accept funding from outside your district? No National Party funds devoted to individual House or Senate seats. No companies in New York State funding campaigns in Iowa. Only citizens of the district in question could donate. So all campaigns would be funded from within the district they are representing. How would that change the way districts and States are represented in the Federal government? Do you approve or disapprove of the idea? And why?

Jack and the gang happy to dress up and say Trick or Treat. Happy Halloween. Whatever floats your boat. It’s a day to party, dress up in crazy different outfits, and have fun. Maybe eat a bit too much candy to start off the Holiday Season which will very quickly end up with us eating way too much of other stuff too.

You know…it’s a wonder we don’t all end up looking like blimps come January.

Well. Anyways.

Jasmine is enjoying duel-wielding weapons as a warrior woman while wearing plot armor. And Betty is doing her wizard thing once more, though this time she decided to wear something with a little more…freedom of movement for those tricky magic spells. Yeah…that’s it. It couldn’t possibly be anything else, right?

And Jack traded in his monk wear for a nice functional, and fully covering, set of more rogueish clothing. I think the girls are jealous. He has pockets.

You know…come to think of it…this kinda looks like a fantasy trope all of a sudden.

Well. Anyways.

Dress for the weather. Try not to get chilly out there. Those of you in the Northern climates may want to make sure you can wear a snowsuit under your costume. Just saying. Been there. Done that. You know the drill.

Happy Halloween!

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It’s election season in the United States of America, as everyone should be able to see. As usual in such times, charges of racism, sexism, genderism, and whatever other isms can be thought of have been flying all over the airwaves. Some people are labeled Nazis while others are called traitors. Policemen are called pigs and murderers. Senators exhort angry mobs to drive political opponents out of restaurants or other public spaces. Judicial nominees are accused of leading gang rape schemes and people corner Senators in elevators to scream at them while the media cameras are ready to record it all for posterity.

And the crazies are coming out in response to the rhetoric. Riots have erupted over the idea of tearing down national monuments. Envelopes full of white powder flitter through our postal service, and rape and murder threats fly through the Internet. One crazy walked onto a softball field and nearly killed a dozen and more Representatives. Others have walked up to police cars and filled them full of bullets leaving no survivors. Someone assaulted a Senator out tending his yard so badly he has multiple broken ribs. Yet another sent a dozen bombs that could never explode but could create an immense amount of fear to a dozen retired politicians and donors. And an anti-Semite walked into a Synagogue to kill and injure a dozen or more.

This is politics in the age of The Resistance. This is the age of Black Lives Matter and Antifa. Times like this have come before in other nations. They have come in America before. Sometimes we have pulled out of it. Other times we have fallen into even darker times.

A part of me wants to paraphrase a famous poet and say “This is election season in America, nation of nations. Look on our works, ye mighty, and despair!”

Another part wishes to echo the old proverb that “It is always darkest just before the dawn.”

Which part will be more accurate? It is up to us to decide that. And decide it we shall, for it is election season in America!