The Ultimate Hypocrisy: Planned Parenthood Backing “March For Our Lives” — Absolute Truth from the Word of God

The NWO heavy weights are once again orchestrating and funding another so-called March to obliterate our 2nd Amendment right to bear arms. The march is called “March For Our Lives, but there is a twist to this story that has left Christians and Conservatives shaking their heads in disbelief. Planned Parenthood, which by the way, […]

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The Girl Scouts Are Destroying Children

Girl Scouts USA (GSUSA) has become a politically divisive, pro-abortion organization that has abandoned its mission years ago. GSUSA is the largest member organization of the World Association of Girl Guides and Girl Scouts (WAGGGS), which aggressively promotes abortion and promiscuous sex on behalf of its 10 million members. WAGGGS states that “anyone who is a Girl Guide or […]

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Blueberry Fields Forever


It’s the first weekend in July, 1988, so I’m visiting my father’s family in Hilldale, Pennsylvania.


The good news is, I’m still young and handsome. The bad news is, I do stupid things.


Some cousins and I go blueberry picking in the Poconos. I tire of their interest in Reaganomics so I wander off alone.


“Aaah, free at last!” I boast defiantly. No radical politics, no horrible music, no bad jokes!”


The catch was that 3:00 p.m soon became 8:00 p.m. with no sense of direction and no men’s room.


Next year  I’m going shopping for sure at Redner’s for blueberries.


Rochelle leads us weekly at Friday Fictioneers.


Bjorn Rudberg has supplied this week’s photo prompt.

Novel Mode Of Transportation

Why are you staring at that car in the air?

O do you think it is somewhat abnormal? 


O it does not matter, no, nor do I care


For my manners are so very informal.

I try to behave with a casual flair


And I shan’t freak out aloud as a storm’ll.


Unlike the other fuels, so tried and true,


Balloons, you see, at least are something new.


This is my very first attempt at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie


It’s also my very first attempt at Ottava Rima


Photo credit goes to Vincent Bourihon.



Porphyria’s Cat

kittenPorphyria’s cat had always been quite concerned about her latest beau.                                                                                                     “I don’t care what any of you say,” he told his friends. “I just don’t trust this creep!”                                                                                                                                                      One particularly cold, stormy, windy night, his suspicions were proven right.                                                                                       After having lit the fire and gotten comfortable she sat next to Lover Boy. The gorgeous blue~eyed blondie, who had always been the object of his narcissist obsession, fell prey to his sadistic side.                                                                                                                                                                           The cat was quite stunned.                                                                                                               “I can’t believe it!” he gasped helplessly. “That moron’s strangled my beloved owner.”


He gazed at the deranged scene.  The lady’s dead body, and her maniacal boyfriend, sat side by side.                                                                                                       

The cat couldn’t imagine what to do. His heart was broken. Overwhelmed with disbelief that such a horrid spectacle could possibly be met with such equally intense silence, he trembled helplessly. Amazingly, the fire went on crackling, the clock continued ticking, all was as before. 


Don’t they even know what’s happened?” he pondered. The very air was overwhelmed with complete madness as the killer just sat there, smug in his obsessive selfishness. Smiling, even laughing, he truly knew how to break a cat’s heart. 


Here’s yet another attempt at Flash Fiction For the Practical Practitioner




I got the idea to write a story based upon Robert Browning’s poem,  “Porphyria’s Lover”


Photo credit goes to Morgue File

Icelandic Puffins

tltweek111Harold and Margret were out on their latest weekly jaunt to the local zoo, when, from out of nowhere, he was plum stunned:   


“Get a load of those Icelandic Puffins!!” he screamed. When his girlfriend wanted an explanation, he told her of all the enchanting tales he’s heard from Anna, his supervisor at work, who’s from Iceland, and his Facebook friend Lisa, who loves it so that her very nickname is Iceland.

“I’ll give you one thing,” Margret conceded. “It’s not too hard to keep you happy. Just give you a couple friends who can tell you about some exotic location, and a couple birds from there, it’s as if you’re a native!”   

Here’s yet another of me contributions to Three Line Tales                                                                                                  

Go to Only 100 Words

to find out about the rules.  This week’s photo prompt  comes fromWynand van Poortvliet                 

via Unsplash.                     

Quite A Cliff Hanger Or What?



“Here’s what let’s do,” Mitt told Keef.           “We’ll make a movie about a meeting, after death, between Billy Graham and Stephen Hawking.”


“Yeah!” his sidekick gasped. “Picture it: ‘Good day, Doctor,’ each says politely. They then proceed to have a rousing debate about exactly what’s in the adjoining room.”


 “Suddenly a sonorous voice pronounces over the loud speaker: ‘Graham, William Franklin…Hawking, Stephen William.’ “


“The tension is unbearable,” the former explained. “They can’t both be right.”


“Both then proceed toward an ultimate verdict.  Let’s not tell people how it ends, though.”


Yeah,” his friend  concurred. “Make ’em think a bit.”


Welcome back, yet again, to Friday Fictioneers


where Rochelle Wisoff~Fields


leads us in a weekly attempt to write a hundred~word story based upon a photo prompt.


This week’s photo prompt was supplied by Ted Strutz

Role Models

John, Paul, George, and Ringo,                                                                                                       

 And St. Gabriel Possenti 

.                                                                                           .                                                                  I’ve read biographies of them                                                                                            And they’ve come to life in front of me.


Role models are often like that,


Prone toward transcending time and space.


Those who appear to be mere names and faces


Often tend to be the trickiest that way.


Yet again I’ve made an attempt at DVerse Poets Pub


Today’s poem is about Heroes, Super Heroes, Super Powers, etc.






























Point Of No Return

O have you imbibed of the Pierian Spring?


O are you prepared to dwell

Where knowledge unbridled must soon take its toll


And where chaos can take you pell mell?                                                                                    We haven’t a moment to waste.                                                                                                       Take a taste of the Fires of Hell.


To me chagrin I haven’t tried to write for the  Dverse Poets Pub

in the past quite a while.  It’s Quadrille Monday so I’ve taken a chance on a poem of exactly 44 words~not counting the title~using one word provided. This week’s word is “Fire.”