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As an American president, you can't really do anything constructive in 24 hours. Everything takes an act of Congress to go into effect.

I think I'd just run around the White House nekkid. Rub my butt on all the furniture, use all the bathrooms. Touch stuff. Maybe film an amateur porno. Same stuff I do in my own home, but on a slightly larger and more public scale.
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The Memo.

No one would ever see me, and if anyone did happen to see me, they wouldn't get me.
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The love:

Monsoon season. There is nothing quite like rain in the desert, it renews, it replenishes. There is lightning that splits the sky and thunder that cracks it open like a big egg. The thunder babies walk and talk big out here.

Autumn. When the light makes that subtle shift from the blaze of summer to the golden glow of Autumn. The few trees we have that hold onto their leaves through the drought begin to drop them, the wind is gentle to them and they crackle and dance once the sun sets. The wind is still warm, but under its kiss is the colder breath of winter, raking an icy claw across your shoulders. Autumn here smells of spice.

The Night Life. Just being able to live after dark. The sidewalks don't roll up at sundown, you can still go and see and do. People are still active, maybe even more active, once it cools down some. Being able to work at night is a blessing.

The Wild Life. At the edges of the city, there is an unseen world. Coyote, jackrabbit, rattlesnake, chuckwalla, mountain lion, horse, burro, mule deer, big horn sheep, horned toad, roadrunner, bat, raven, fox. They sneak in sometimes, to drink from pools and to snatch away pets and small children. There are constant reminders that we were not here first, and we are not alone.

The Stories. The ghost stories, the whale stories, the shill stories, the jackpots, the Mob, La Llorona, all rub shoulders here. Elvis & Bugsy share a suite, everyone's got a story to tell and someone who will listen sitting next to them at the bar or poker table. More than anything, Vegas was built on dreams and words.

The Hates

Traffic
Holy fuck, where'd all these people come from?

The Work
If you want to make money here, you have to work for a casino. The jobs are all the same. Show me someone who hates the world & everyone in it & I'll show you someone who works in the Service Industry. Taking money from the public, while profitable, really sucks unless you're the CEO. Or unless you happen to like assholes.

The Broken Dreams
The one story I hear the most, especially now, is the one where someone with a little money left in their savings and no hope for finding a job or making it to the next month with a roof over their head comes to Vegas. They think they may have a chance, that Lady Luck will smile upon their misfortune and grant them Megabucks. When they lose their savings, and the money for their taxi back to the airport, and they've cashed in their plane ticket to home for half its face value, they've pawned whatever meager belongings they may have... only to lose it all. Then they jump off the top floor of a parking garage. There's a reason many hotels don't have windows that open or balconies.

Winter
It seems to have gotten colder, and it seems to stay colder longer... and it's started to snow more often.

Non-Culture
There is very little to do here unless you like casinos or hiking.
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I would personally kill anyone who set fire to my home. They would probably wish for a death via self-immolation by the time I was done with their mangled and defiled corpse. I would make sure the snakes & dog were out safely, of course, but the arsonist - oh, the pain, the lovely lovely pain.

See, being Pagan, I have this natural aversion to being burned alive.
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I usually try my best to not think ahead. I mean, I plan for the short-term - maybe about two weeks in advance. In other words, from one paycheck to the next. But I don't have any long-term goals or plans.

In a way, it's liberating. I have no obligations to meet or expectations for the future in which to be disappointed. I don't worry about whether or not something will or won't happen. At my present state of incarnation, I cannot control the future - so why bother thinking or worrying about it?

The downside is that I have nothing to bring me fulfillment, and nothing which to look forward.
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I am Attila the Pun.
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Wishes terrify me. If I wished I was 100 pounds lighter, I'd end up losing my arms & legs. If I tried to be specific, like, remove a total of 100 pounds of fat from my belly, thighs and the undersides of my upper arms, I'd somehow be left with horrific gaping wounds - maybe necrotizing fasciitis? If I wished for a million dollars, it would be because I won a lawsuit for something really fucked up happening - maybe suing the hospital where I got necrotizing fasciitis?

Nothing good can ever come from deals with demons, devils, djinn or wish faeries.
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Michael Crichton!

I've only read his books on planes :)
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For Chelsie, it would probably be the gyro place, only because McDonald's isn't really somewhere you'd call ahead to order.
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Oh Gods, yes, take it all back.
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Yes, I do believe in second chances.

I'm just hoping I'm his second chance as well.
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No!!!

Let me reiterate. Hell no!!!

Censorship, in any form, is bad. Our words, our images and our ideas are the only things that keep us free in times of uncertainty and fear.
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It's not that it's hard for me to open up to people. I'm just not all that interesting, so I choose not to talk about myself. Usually, I try to encourage people to talk about themselves, even though I may only be marginally interested in who they are. It's more amusing for everyone concerned.

Some people think I'm aloof or stand-offish, others find me 'intriguing'. I'm neither - I'm just boring. The biggest advantage to being emotionally guarded is that I can be relied upon to not cause scenes or public displays of affection. I can be out in public without throwing temper tantrums or jumping on Oprah's couch.

The disadvantage lies in those people who find me 'intriguing'. It doesn't take long before the mystery is blown wide open and they find out I'm not even mildly mysterious and that I am, in fact, an asshole. The other problem is that I'm a hard person for which to buy gifts. No one knows my favorite colors, let alone something intimate - like my favorite song.

My husband can't even guess my favorite song, and he's been with me almost continuously for the past 17 years.
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Click my dragons!
Adopt one today!Adopt one today!Adopt one today!Adopt one today!Adopt one today!

Mwuhahahahah!!!
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I don't believe in age limits. I believe in parental responsibility.

I've known some extremely mature, well-read, free-thinking 13-year olds, and some immature 50-year old assholes. Even though I don't like kids myself, I think a lot of problems in today's society are because people have been trying so hard to shelter their kids from 'the real world', where adults communicate and socialization takes place.

I didn't have siblings my own age, and very few friends my own age when I was a kid. I also didn't have the internet - the real world was my internet. My parents had adult friends, and with my dad being a trucker, my parents took me on the road a lot. I was not allowed to act up - I was expected to speak only when spoken to, and sat around absorbing much of the conversation that went on around me. Because I behaved and was unobtrusive, people didn't feel it necessary to dumb down the conversation to include me, but they did tend to ask me questions and involve me in some discussions. I heard about the Vietnam war from people who were there, I heard about politics from people who voted, I heard about crime, race riots, the recession, the environment, social standards (aging hippies vs conservatives, mostly) and how they were changing once again, I learned about different people from different places, I learned a lot about the business of long-haul trucking and how trade impacted that industry. I also got to hear stories - ghost stories, funny anecdotes, friendly warnings about bad neighborhoods and unsafe roads, I got to hear about first-hand encounters with cads and heroes... and I got to see firsthand the untold beauty of my own country - things like waking up in the fog in the middle of Iowa and being surrounded by a herd of deer grazing around my dad's truck, or seeing pronghorn off in the distance while crossing the Texas panhandle, coyotes in New Mexico, a traditional dance in front of someone's house while driving through an Apache reservation, men working on high-rise construction, the women who did their best to make the truckers feel at home in the truck stops - mainly by baking the best pies & brewing the best coffee.

All of these experiences were put into a proper context for me by my parents. My parents were not the best people on the planet, and they had issues, and I had bruises... but if one of their friends or 'company' brought something up that they considered inappropriate, my parents didn't hush the speaker - they told me to go elsewhere for awhile. That's really how any kid should be raised - with parental supervision. Any parent who just leaves their kid unattended in front of any media source, be it television, radio, books, the internet or other people, is not doing their job. There are things that are not 'age-appropriate', but the parent should be the filter for that material. The solution is not to expect the media source to self-censor or exhaustively monitor the age of people who uses their site.
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There are paraphilias and fetishes and obsessions, and I am generally accepting of all the various flavors of love, but c'mon. If the eventual divorce were upheld in a court of law, what kind of settlement would there be? What kind of goods and or services is the woman entitled to via her marriage to a landmark? If she stays married to the tower for X amount of years, will she get capital gains or alimony from the tourist revenue? Will her insurance rates go up because she's covering a national treasure of some sort? If she decides she wants kids & screws around to get them, can the tower annul the marriage? Exactly how did it say "I do" in the first place? Where will they go on their honeymoon? What will the tower do if she gets a job somewhere else & wants to try a long-distance marriage? This couple was in dire need of some pre-marital counseling.

Jesus fucking Christ on a hopped-up hemi-driven chariot... This is just stupid. If you want to be unconventional, marry your dog or goat or at least something portable.
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Here in the US, it's 21. We can vote, buy smokes and die for our country at 18, so why not drink? If you're old enough to decide who will be president or sign up for military-assisted suicide, you should be able to decide if you want to have beer with your pizza.

I also think if a kid, regardless of age, is accompanied by an adult in public, they should be allowed to have wine or beer with a meal. It might actually prevent a good number of alcohol-related young adult deaths, simply because if the taboo is removed from the product and it is used in familiar surroundings on a daily basis, there would be no need to go out and bar crawl on your 21st birthday. Spring breaks would be more about blowing off steam and less about alcohol poisoning. It would be a great source of undiscovered revenue, too. Kids with disposable pocket money could just walk into a liquor store and buy liquor - and pay taxes on said liquor.

Of course, the main reason America will never lower or remove the drinking age is because parents don't want all that responsibility. I mean, having to cut your kid off because his or her grades are slipping, or because he's missing too many classes due to hangovers... geez, what a pain in the ass that would be. Having to actually pay attention to your own kid's drinking habits when you've got your own to worry about doesn't fit the American lifestyle. We'd rather hand our kids over to the educators and government than actually, horror and dismay - PAY ATTENTION TO THEM!

/soapbox
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My husband committed a serious crime in front of me, and we're still married.

I won't let him have any handguns or concealable weapons, and I give him no end of shit any time he brings up wanting to buy guns, stun guns, tasers, etc.

I figure if he wants to pull one of the longswords or bows off his bedroom wall & go on a rampage, I will watch the news report & not bail his dumb ass out of jail.
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Animals have always talked to me. Right now, my dog is telling me it's past my bedtime. She hasn't figured out that my work schedule has changed. Give her a week, she'll catch on.
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If I could eliminate one emotion from other people, it would have to be guilt. I think guilt is absolutely useless and causes the human species more pain and anguish than it's worth. It becomes toxic so easily, and most people seem to have little or no defense around it.

For myself, I'd probably say...

Hmmm. I have a pretty good relationship with my emotions at the moment. I'm having emotions on a more regular basis, and until I get bored with that, it's a good place for me.

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