calling november


“You’ve taken me here before. Last winter, remember?”
“Yeah., but I didn’t tell you why. That was my neighborhood. That house down there, across from the red one…that was mine. That’s the roof I fell off of.”
“Oh…wow. I didn’t realize it was this close. Your parents still live there?”
"Do you visit them often?”
“I, uh…not really.”
“Why not?”
“They don’t wanna see me.”
“Now that’s definitely not true. Fiona told me your mom calls you all the time.”
“Damn that child…she knows too much for her own good.”

That song he mentioned in this interview about the long term relationship and being at a point where you start to question where you’re at and whether to carry on, and whether it can get better or not.

He talked about it in the Wootton interview too, said it was with the ‘missus’ and a phone call and that’s when he said it was about a long term relationship and at no point did he say it ended up with them splitting.

So yeah.  

The Shameful Death of Elisa Izquierdo - Elisa Izquierdo was born on 11 February, 1989, in Woodhull Hospital, Brooklyn, New York. Her father, Gustavo, was a Cuban immigrant while her mother, Awilda, was Puerto Rican raised in Brooklyn. Throughout the pregnancy, Awilda, a drug addict, continued to abuse drugs. As a result, Elisa was born addicted to crack cocaine. Awilda carried on this drug abuse following the birth and Gustavo, worried about the safety of their daughter, filed for full custody which was granted. Gustavo was a fantastic father that doted on his precious daughter - “She was his life. He would always say she was his princess,” a family friend went on to recall. As Elisa was in preschool, an affidavit was signed which stated that Awilda had overcome her addiction, had a permanent accommodation, and was now a married woman expecting another child. On paper, she seemed to have her life together. By 1991, Awilda was granted unsupervised visitation with her daughter, Elisa. Awilda’s two eldest children informed relatives that during these visits, Awilda would brutally beat Elisa. You would think that upon hearing this information these relatives would take that information straight to authorities. They did not. Gustavo and a number of Elia’s teachers noticed that Elisa often arrived back home from these visits bearing bruising. On one occasion, Elisa even had bruising around the genitalia. It was noticed by Gustavo that Elisa had began to wet the bed and would often be sick once returning home. Gustavo went straight to the authorities to report these findings, as did one teacher. Elisa herself even confessed to the abuse to a social worker. 

In 1992, Gustavo applied to have the visitation rights ceased; tragically, the courts denied this application and the visitations were allowed to continue. By 1993, Gustavo had purchased airplane tickets and had planned to move back to Cuba, taking Elisa with him. However, Gustavo and Elisa never made the flight - Gustavo was rushed to hospital with respiratory complications and died from lung cancer. The death of Gustavo was the nail in the coffin of Elisa escaping her abusive mother. Upon his death, Awilda filed for full custody of Elisa. She was initially granted temporary custody and upon hearing this terrifying news, Elsa Canizares, Gustavo’s cousin, also filed for custody. The head teacher of Elisa’s school and even Prince Michael of Greece, who had met Elisa in her school, wrote letters to the Judge, informing him of the torment Elisa had experienced at the hands of her own mother. Regardless of the mounting evidence as to why Awilda was not a suitable mother, in 1994, Awilda was granted full and permanent custody of Elisa: a decision that would prove to be fatal. Almost immediately, the abuse began. Elisa was taken out of her preschool and sent to a different one. Here she was reported as being withdrawn and uncommunicative. She was also reported to be riddled with bruises each week and appeared to have difficulty walking. Again, this clear evidence of abuse was reported but these reports were discarded due to apparently being “not reportable.” Enraged, Awilda withdrew Elisa from the school. Upon this withdrawal, Elisa was locked in her bedroom 24/7. She wasn’t even allowed out to use the bathroom. Neighbours often heard Elisa screaming and begging Awilda to stop. This was reported to the authorities but again, no action was taken. On 15 November, Awilda called her sister and told her that Elisa was “like retarded on the bed,” and that she had some sort of fluid leaking from her nose and mouth. The fluid was brain fluid. Elisa was left on the bed until the following day when Awilda invited a neighbour inside to view the body. The neighbour immediately called an ambulance but it was far too late - Elisa was dead. 

Awilda confessed that she had thrown Elisa head first into a concrete wall two days before the ambulance was called. She revealed that Elisa hadn’t spoken or moved since the incident. Medical examiners were horrified at the sight of little Elisa and couldn’t even begin to imagine the torture she had endured by somebody who was supposed to be her caregiver. She had numerous injuries which included broken fingers (one finger bone was even protruding through the skin), burns and cuts over her head, face, and body, and internal injuries. An autopsy also revealed that her genitalia and rectum bore signs of trauma which included tearing. It was later reported that Awilda had often sexually assaulted Elisa with a toothbrush and a hairbrush. Awilda’s husuband, Carlos Lopez, also partook. They even forced Elisa to eat her own faeces on a number of occasions. It was shown that all of the injuries had been sustained over a period of time; she had been tortured from the moment she entered the house. The abuse surrounding this case is extremely abhorrent but even more abhorrent is the fact that it was easily preventable had the authorities responded accordingly. Awilda was sentenced to 15 years to life imprisonment. Her next parole hearing is scheduled for July 2016,

Call For Papers: November 1st

This September will be the 150th anniversary of the publication of Volume I of Karl Marx’s Capital. It will also mark 9 years since Lehman Brothers went under, ultimately resulting in the international financial crisis from which we are still trying to recover.

In the years since the height of the crisis, Marx’s work, and especially Capital, has been thrown back into public discourse. Many of us have been radicalized in this atmosphere, coming to believe that the capitalist mode of production is inherently unstable and crisis-prone, and that no amount of regulation or de-regulation can save it from itself. In this sense, the Marxian critique is still important, and is perhaps more relevant now than it ever was.

But we are more than critics, and it is also important to reflect on the history of struggle and practice. For this reason, we must reckon with the Russian Revolution at its centenary. Its outcome has been particularly influential on socialist movements around the world, and we cannot ignore it.

In particular, we are well aware of the polarizing nature of the Soviet legacy, but as editors and Marxists we are committed to open discussion and interested in responses from leftists of all factions to the so-called Soviet question.

In the next issue of ΔMagazine, we are looking for submissions that deal with both topics.

Examples of acceptable themes include:

  • crisis theory
  • histories of Capital and capitalism
  • reflections on the Russian Revolution and the Soviet impact on global socialism
  • “actually existing socialism”

Submissions should be between 2000 and 15000 words in length and should adhere to Chicago style. Submissions should represent original work. All finished submissions and inquiries should be sent to by November 1st.

E3 2017 - Sony Press Conference
  • Live Indian Quintet
    • Background crazy watershow
    • Cool new gameplay/story trailer
  • Horizon Zero Dawn DLC 
    • The Frozen Wilds
    • 2017 Release
  • Days Gone
    • Gameplay trailer
    • Biking and werewolves and kicked off of bike
    • Brutal melee gameplay with hanging zombies
    • Lots of zombies on screen
    • Zombie Animals too
  • Monster Hunter World
    • Prehistoric Dinosaur themed
    • Guns and luscious green worlds
    • Early 2018
  • Shadow fo the Colossus
    • 4K Remaster?
  • Marvel vs Capcom Infinite
    • September 13th
    • Story Trailer
    • Story Demo today
    • Guardians of the Galaxy
  • Call of Duty WWII
    • November 3
    • Sotry Trailer
  • Skyrim VR
    • PSVR Game
  • Star Child
    • Metroidvania PSVR title
  • The Inpatient
    • PSVR Horror
  • FFXV Fishing
    • September 2017
  • Bravo Team
    • PSVR FPS
  • Moss
    • Mouse PSVR title where youre noface
  • God of War
    • Son is cursed
    • Gorgeous Gameplay and story trailer
    • Early 2018
  • Detroit Become Human
    • Single Player Story Trailer from perspective of androids
    • MARKUS
  • Destiny 2
    • Story Trailer
    • September 6
    • Exclusive PlayStation DLC
  • Spiderman
    • Full Gameplay trailer
    • Web swinging, Batman Arkham Style 
    • 2018
Trump and Healthcare

Today we are witnessing one of the most important events in political history. But you probably can’t see it because the news is talking about healthcare, and how Ryan and Trump totally failed to get enough votes.

The real story is happening in parallel with the healthcare story, and that’s what renders it invisible. Something enormous is happening that has nothing to do with anything you are seeing in the news. In fact, you’ll probably read it here for the first time.

I’m dragging this out to see if you can guess the big news before I tell you. It is something I predicted would happen. It is something the country needs MORE than healthcare. It was, until yesterday, perceived as the biggest problem in the United States, if not the entire world.

And that problem almost totally went away yesterday. The smell might linger, but the problem has ended. We should be celebrating, but instead we will be yammering about healthcare.

Do you know what problem just got solved? It’s invisible for now, but later everyone will be able to see it.

Don’t see it?

Okay, I’ll just tell you.

With the failure of the Ryan healthcare bill, the illusion of Trump-is-Hitler has been fully replaced with Trump-is-incompetent meme. Look for the new meme to dominate the news, probably through the summer. By year end, you will see a second turn, from incompetent to “Competent, but we don’t like it.”

I have been predicting this story arc for some time now. So far, we’re ahead of schedule.

In the 2D world, where everything is just the way it looks, and people are rational, Trump and Ryan failed to improve healthcare. But in the 3D world of persuasion, Trump just had one of the best days any president ever had: He got promoted from Hitler to incompetent. And that promotion effectively defused the Hitler-hallucination bomb that was engineered by the Clinton campaign.

In all seriousness, the Trump-is-Hitler illusion was the biggest problem in the country, and maybe the world. It was scaring people to the point of bad health. It made any kind of political conversation impossible. It turned neighbors and friends against each other in a way we have never before seen. It was inviting violence, political instability, and worse. 

In my opinion, the Trump-is-Hitler hallucination was the biggest short-term problem facing the country. Congress just solved for it, albeit unintentionally. Watch the opposition news abandon the Trump-is-scary concept to get all over the “incompetent” theme.

No one wants an incompetent president, but calling the other side a bunch of bumblers is routine politics. We just went from an extraordinary risk (Trump=Hitler) to ordinary politics (The other side=incompetent). Ordinary politics won’t spark a revolution or make you punch a coworker. This is a good day for all of us. It just doesn’t look that way because the news is distracting you with the healthcare issue, which is also important, but a full level down in importance from electing Hitler (in your mind).

Here is CNN marking the turn away from Hitler to incompetent.

Speaking of healthcare, I predicted on Periscope here several days ago that the only way to get a bill passed was to let Ryan fail hard on the first attempt while scaring the left at the same time. That softens both sides to the middle. There was literally no other path to the middle. You couldn’t get there without the first step being a major failure by the majority party. This necessary step toward success is, of course, being reported as total failure.

Today I’m getting a lot of what I call the “November 7th effect.” That’s where my critics are prematurely celebrating my wrongness because the Ryan version of healthcare failed. I hope to see my critics again toward the end of the year. Don’t be strangers.

You might enjoy reading my book because we don’t have affordable healthcare in this country.

I’m also on…

Twitter (includes Periscope): @scottadamssays​

YouTube: At this link.

Instagram: ScottAdams925

So, like, back in October, I had been applying for work. I sent in an app to Bullseye. Within a couple hours I got a rejection email. Annoying, but whatever.

So, I got a job a couple weeks later.
Then, late November, they called me asking if I was still looking for a job? I was so confused, they already rejected me. My best guess is that it must’ve been a different Bullseye, maybe I applied for multiple, I don’t remember. But like… if not, why send out rejection emails if they don’t mean anything?

Have you ever been drunk enough to want to listen to The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald but not enough to be willing to let your roommate of over a year know that when you’re drunk you listen to the Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald because that’s my current situation

Imagine attending a costume party with Chris.

“Why the fuck is your company having a costume party in November?” Chris called from the ensuite while you got ready in the bedroom. “They didn’t do anything for Halloween and they’re doing something right after Thanksgiving? It makes no sense,” he complained. “What is it even for? Do we really have to go?”

“You already know it’s for Marnie’s farewell, Chris.”

“Yeah, which begs the question- do we have to go?” He repeated the latter and you heaved a sigh. “You don’t even like-” He cut himself off when he exited and caught sight of you; his beautiful Belle. “Oh wow,” he breathed. “I think you just out Belle-ed Emma Watson.”

You smiled and twirled in your yellow gown. “You don’t look so bad yourself, Beast.” You grabbed him by his white bow tie and pulled him towards you. “And stop complaining,” you told him after giving him a quick peck on the lips. “You love costume parties, especially Disney themed ones. You finally get to be that Disney Prince you’ve always dreamed of being.”

“Actually,” he corrected, “I finally get to date the Disney Princess I’ve always dreamed of dating.” He grinned and hooked an arm around your waist. “You are a sight for sore eyes, Y/N.” He complimented then pressed his lips to your neck. “I kinda don’t want to go anywhere now that I’ve seen you in that costume.”

“You kinda didn’t want to go anywhere before you saw me in this costume.” You chuckled softly and ran your hands through his unnaturally blond hair; it was still blond from filming which was why you decided on Beauty and The Beast for your couple’s costume. “Oh stop.” You laughed when he groaned loudly. “You’re going to have fun, you always have fun.”

“No, I don’t. I never have fun at your company parties,” he grumbled and you chuckled at his childlike attitude. “Do you know what I spend my time doing at your company parties? So called having fun?” He used his fingers to make bunny ears and you chuckled again. “I get looped into taking selfies with your co-workers because they still can’t believe you’re dating Captain America despite the fact that we’ve been together for three years now.”

“And what do you do after taking a few selfies with my co-workers?” You raised a brow and he sighed with the corners of his lips slowly tugging into a smile. “You spend the night with me having one hell of a time because we-” You wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled, “always have fun together.”

“You really have me whipped, don’t you?” He poked your side and you shrugged nonchalantly, biting back your smile. “The tables are going to turn when we get home from that awful party.” He whispered into your ear then playfully nipped at your earlobe. “Don’t you worry.”

“You’re a Disney Prince, Christopher.” You pushed him away and slapped his arm playfully, laughing and drawing laughter from him. “Act like it.” You scolded, biting back your smile when he pouted. “Then maybe after…” You leaned in and whispered into his ear, “we see what Belle and The Beast gets up to behind closed doors.”

“Oh, look who’s not acting like a Disney Princess now.” He teased then laughed when you rolled your eyes. “Okay, sounds like I’ve got something to look forward to.” He winked and you chuckled. “Shall we, Belle?” He held out his arm for you and you gracefully took it.

“We shall, Beast.”
• • • • • • • •
You had left Chris about half an hour ago to have some girl time with your best friend and co-worker, Laurel. The two of you loved bitching about other co-workers at office parties, it was like a tradition by now. Chris didn’t like it when you left him alone at your office parties but he also didn’t like joining in the girl talk. Every time you asked, he’d decline with the explanation. “Nothing you two talk about makes any sense to me because I don’t work with them.” He would then retreat to the bar, grumbling. “I gotta be drunk if I’m going to be nice to co-workers when they approach me for yet another selfie.” You’d roll your eyes but smile anyway because despite his constant bitching and moaning, he would never skip out on you.

“He is struggling,” your best friend laughed as the two of you watched Chris from across the room. He was taking yet another selfie with one of your colleagues. You were pretty sure it was the twelfth one in half an hour. “You should probably get back to him,” Laurel suggested and you nodded, chuckling. “You don’t want to have to show up solo next time.”

“God, no.” You chuckled then felt a love sick smile take control of your lips. “But he loves me too much to make me come alone,” you told her and she chuckled, nodding in agreement. “He really is perfect, isn’t he? He’s like a real life Disney Prince,” you said and giggled to yourself.

“Do you ever get sick of rubbing it in my face?” She joked and you laughed. “Go,” she beckoned her head in his direction then gave you a quick hug. “I’ll see you on Monday, Belle. Have fun with The Beast,” she winked and smacked your butt as you walked away.

“Oh thank God,” you heard Chris mutter under his breath when you rejoined his side. “Sorry,” he winced at Raina, who was walking over with her cellphone. “Y/N and I said no photos when we’re together, she doesn’t like it when we circulate on the web.”

“But you’re a famous actor and she’s a famous model, the two of you are always circulating the web.” Raina’s eyes narrowed at Chris’ ridiculous excuse. “Just yesterday-”

“I don’t like it when we circulate on the web, Raina.” You affirmed Chris’ lie and she sighed, walking away and undoubtedly cussing the two of you out. “You need to think of better excuses, babe.” You told him and pressed a kiss to his jaw.

“It’s not really an excuse, I don’t like it when we circulate the web.” He told you what you already knew. “I don’t mind selfies of me and fans but- I don’t like it when we’re unknowingly photographed by people when we’re in public. I don’t even like it when we’re knowingly photographed together, especially when it’s like- not official, you know? I kinda just wanna be with you without having eyes on us, which is difficult considering- you’re you and I’m me.”

“That’s why we have the privacy of our shared home,” you reminded him and he smiled. “You ready to get out of here?”

“I was hoping we’d get one dance in before we do.” He said and took your hand, leading you out onto the dance floor. “There is no way we’re not dancing to Beauty and The Beast when we’re dressed as Beauty and The Beast.” He glanced over at the DJ and nodded; you chuckled but silently agreed to his point. “There we go,” he smiled when the music started and pulled you into a waltzing position. “Now my fun begins.” His smile widened as the two of you glided across the dance floor; everyone watched in awe as the real life Belle and Beast waltz.

“You know by doing this we’re attracting attention, right? People are going to take pictures of us and we’re going to be trending everywhere by midnight.” You said and he nodded in acknowledgement. “And you’re okay with that?”

“I’ll worry about it tomorrow,” he shrugged. “Right now, all I can see is you and how beautiful you are.” He kissed your cheek and you smiled. “How did I get so lucky with you, Y/N? You could’ve had any guy you wanted and you picked me.”

“You say that like you’re some ordinary guy when you’re actually a Disney Prince.”

“Right, I’m a Disney Prince.” He glanced down at his costume and dramatically gasped. “And I keep wondering how I got a Disney Princess,” he said and you laughed. “I love you, Y/N.” He smiled the same love sick smile you had earlier. “I cannot wait till we get our happily ever after.”