Hello, my name is Charles

by on June 3, 2012 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

During the Second Great Depression, the people who were prepared evacuated to the country where they had places to go.  The politicians were some of the best prepared, with supplies and armed guards to protect their fall back shelters.  Some of them had entire private armies.  Most of them chose to cooperate if there was an effective State Guard nearby.  Where there was no State Guard, they made their own rules.

 Comment 

Hello, my name is Jack

by on June 2, 2012 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

That which does not kill us makes us stronger.  The scars will heal in time.  The pain only lasts a minute.  But when the girl next door kisses you after you ride a one handed 360 spin off her father’s barn?  That right there is a memory that lasts a lifetime.

 Comment 

Hello, my name is Betty

by on June 1, 2012 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

Life is about change.  There is no time in our lives in which change does not happen.  Even for those who do not age, every moment is different from the moment before.  The moment we see the moment, it is gone and we have stepped into the future.  We are all travelers, walking through time and bearing witness to the change it brings.  That is the art of living.

 Comment 

Hello, my name is Charles

by on May 31, 2012 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

The great cities of America did not fare well during the Second Great Depression.  The jobless and homeless skyrocketed, squatters became the norm, and Islamic Brotherhood cells inflamed the tensions until riots like the Rodney King and G8 riots became the new normal.  The cities burned.  In Chicago alone, the great fires killed thousands and left millions without even an occupied home to go to.  It was not a good time to live in the great cities of America.

 Comment 

Hello, my name is Jack

by on May 30, 2012 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

Many of us fight for the liberties that most Americans take for granted.  Too many of us never stop fighting.  Too many of us die alone, wondering if it was all worth it.  We need to spend time to live our lives, to live in the worlds we defend.  We need families and friends in the real worlds to show us that the fighting really was worth it.  In the end, we all need people to come home to.

 Comment