presidents and problems

you know what I’m fucking sick to death of politicians and pundits saying we as a nation are too divided and need to work together. that everyone is sad when their side loses, and tomorrow we have to pull together. that it is our responsibility to be more open-minded to those with whom we disagree.

it’s a nice thought, but when one side advocates for the violent oppression of the other, reaching across the aisle is meaningless. when one side fears the other because they’re different and one side fears the other because they don’t want to be killed, there is a bigger problem.

so here’s a different message: you don’t have to be kind to people who want you dead. you don’t have to pull together with those who hate you. you are not responsible for the government’s inability to function. when someone hates your entire being, the bedrock of what you are and what you stand for, when someone is so frightened of your inner light they want to snuff you out you do not have to be kind to them.

Imagine having an argument with Alexander

“You’re wrong!” you shouted, waving your hands in the air. “Why can’t you just accept that?”

“Because I’m not wrong!” he responded angrily. “You are!”

“No, I’m not!” You were about to add a colorful word to the sentence, but you were interrupted by the arrival of President Washington.

“What’s the problem this time?” he asked tiredly, glancing between you and Alexander.

“He’s wr–” you started.

“No, she–” he interrupted. 

“He’s claiming that–” you butted in, flinging an arm in front of him.

“Well she said that–” He ducked under your arm and glared at you, trying to keep going.

“You’re looking good today, Hamilton,” Jefferson commented as he walked by, smirking. “If you were going for ‘angry hobgoblin’.”

Both you and Alex turned around and started shouting at him. The two of you took off after the man, yelling curses and death threats.

“Sorry, Mr. President!” you called over your shoulder. “We’ll be right back!”

“Come back here, Jefferson!” Alex screeched, face as red as a tomato. “You look like a… fuchsia tall guy! Who’s stupid!” 

Second Home

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Speechless part 8!

“So, this is my trailer.” Jensen said waving his hands around. It wasn’t anything fancy like people liked to think it was, but it was comfortable. You wouldn’t mind staying in here while Jensen filled his scenes.

“I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but if you need Misha he’s right next door,  and he’s now normally here thanks to the plot for this season. Jared’s is also right next door, and then once everything is done today then we can head to our Vancouver house, sadly we have to room with Jared.” He joked.

“So we’re going to Jared’s?” You asked making a joke as you gestured to the ring you were wearing on your finger. It was your grandmothers, you two had been fairly close and she had wanted you to have it before you moved.

“Ha, so funny.” Jensen said rolling his eyes as there was a knock on his trailer door.

“Yes?” He asked as he  opened the door. You heard something splatter and looked over your shoulder from your wandering to see Jensen, and he was now sporting a pie all over his face.

“Looks like they pulled a Gabriel and gave you your just desserts. Personally I think you deserve it.” You said smirking. Jensen wiped his eyes and around his mouth. He looked at you through the cream and you just knew you’d be paying for that later.

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“Don’t you glare at me like that Ackles.” You said as you pushed your way closer to him to see Misha on the ground. He was cackling and apparently very happy that he finally got Jensen back.

“I figured this was a way to break the ice after our little argument. YES I FINALLY GOT YOU BACK!” Misha said howling.

“Calm down Mish, you might pee yourself.” You said sticking your head out the door but keeping a distance from Jensen.

“That wouldn’t be the first time.” Jared yelled walking past. “God Jensen, you look at little pale. You need some sun.” That caused you to laugh super hard yourself. He was so nonchalant about it.

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“I have to change.” Jensen muttered walking into his trailer and you watched as he wiped his face off. “Watch your back later Y/N, you seriously are asking for it.” He said and playfully winked at you.

“No I’m not asking for anything, no thanks.” You said waving your hands in the ‘no way’ manner.  Jensen luckily had brought a second shirt and quickly changed into it. Then he made you walk along with him as he introduced you to anyone and everyone that passed by.

“Let’s take you to the makeup trailer, I’ll introduce you to the artists.” He said taking your hand and pulling you along.  You barely had enough time to brace yourself before he almost quite literally pulled you into the trailer.

“Zabrina, I’d like you to meet somebody. This is my best friend Y/N, or as we all call her Angel. Yes I did say best friend because screw Jared.” Jensen said introducing you to Shannon who was in charge of making the boys pretty.

“Uh, hi.” You said shaking her hand your natural shyness kicking in.

“Hi nice to meet you! Jensen you finally started dating again?”

“It’s been only a year.” Jensen said awkwardly.

“Yes, but she’s beautiful! I love your bone structure, would you totally mind if I practiced some of my makeup on you?” She asked. “Of course not right now.” She said.

“Sure?” You asked your shyness threatening to make you choke.

“Awesome!” She said smiling. You couldn’t help but smile back.

“This is Jeannie.” Jensen said gesturing to the other woman in the trailer.

“Hi Angel.” She said as Jensen explained to you that she was the hair expert.

“Hi.” You offered back.

“You are so pretty!” She gushed.

“Thank, you two are too.” You said looking between the women.

“Well you two we are off to go and introduce her to a certain king, see you ladies later.” Jensen said and pulled you out of the trailer and right into someone, literally.

“Sorry!” you squeaked.

“You’re fine are you okay?” The familiar voice purred.

“I’m fine thanks.” You said looking up.

“Ah Mark just who I was looking for, meet my new best friend Y/N, or Angel as we all call her.” Jensen said as he brushed the dirt off you.

“Well well an angel running into the king of hell? Are you shaking in your boots?” Mark asked venom lacing his tone and you knew he was just showing off his acting skills.

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“No, but you should be.” You quipped back.

“My my Jensen, you might want to keep her close, or they might try to make her a new costar.” Mark joked.

“Oh, don’t I know it, isn’t she so cute when she’s feisty?” Jensen joked winking at you because he had said the same thing to you after you moved into his house in Texas. He told you that he deserved it when you chewed him out and that he almost forgot why he was angry because you were so cute when you were mad.

“Indeed.” Mark smiled. “It was a pleasure to meet you Angel.” He said smiling as he walked into the trailer.

“Well do you like it yet?” Jensen asked throwing his arms open gesturing to everything and then shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Are you kidding me? It’s like a second home.” You smiled as Jensen pulled you into a hug.

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Jensen’s Here

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Speechless part 5!! I do warn you! It is heart wrenching! 

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“Angel, hey. It’s time to wake up.” You opened your eyes once someone began shaking you. Your eyes fluttered open to find Misha standing over you.

“Good Morning.” He said softly and nudged a take-out cup of coffee into your hand.

“Morning Misha.” You mutter and rub your eyes. You sit up in your bed that was littered with tissues. You had once again cried yourself into oblivion. You sighed, and took a swig of the rich warm liquid as it seemingly restored some life into your limbs.

“Will you be okay while I go out and get some stuff?” Misha asked raising an eyebrow.

“um.. I think so..” You answered. He knew you were still terrified over what happened. You would be extra cautious with whoever you opened the door for from now on. You had learned that lesson. Also in case he had done anything, you had changed all of your locks. It made you feel safer. You also knew the police kept a cop car stationed on your street just in case he came back.

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The major problem—one of the major problems, for there are several—one of the many major problems with governing people is that of whom you get to do it; or rather of who manages to get people to let them do it to them.
To summarize: it is a well-known fact that those people who must want to rule people are, ipso facto, those least suited to do it.
To summarize the summary: anyone who is capable of getting themselves made President should on no account be allowed to do the job.
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This quote feels especially relevant these days.

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“Arrest warrants have been issued for Green Party presidential candidate Jill Stein and her running mate, Ajamu Baraka.

The pair are facing misdemeanor charges of criminal trespass and criminal mischief after they spray-painted bulldozers during a protest Tuesday, according to the Morton County sheriff’s department in North Dakota. Stein and Baraka were participating in a protest against the Dakota Access Pipeline in North Dakota.

The Stein campaign confirmed that the Green Party candidate did spray-paint “I approve this message” on a bulldozer. According to the sheriff’s office, video also shows Baraka painting the word “decolonization” as part of the sentence “we need decolonization.”

Stein is not apologizing, though.

“I hope the North Dakota authorities press charges against the real vandalism taking place at the Standing Rock Sioux reservation: the bulldozing of sacred burial sites and the unleashing of vicious attack dogs,” she said in a statement. “Our campaign supports the courageous Indigenous leaders who are taking a stand to protect future generations from the deadly greed of the fossil fuel industry.”

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“Cas! Get your feathery ass down here now! Y/N ‘s hurt!” Dean yelled as you stumbled into your motel room with Dean supporting half your weight. You tried to shake your head no, you were fine really Dean was just being himself-over protective. All you did was roll your ankle when you tussled with a wraith it really wasn’t that bad. Dean let you go and told you to go sit on the bed while he wetted down a wash rag to wipe some smeared wraith blood off your face.

Okay, yeah it was that bad. You barely had it in you to limp to your bed. You had your own room, conjoined with the brothers of course cause Dean was all like ‘it’s too dangerous’ and something about the ‘damn apocalypse.’ You weren’t sure you had stopped listening to him. You had just wanted some privacy that was all. The boys were more than gracious with you about that, even with Dean’s womanizer rep, but you had basically grown up with them, and you stayed with Dean while Sam went off to school.  You were so tired you barely even registered the flapping of wings until you jumped from Castiel leaning over you.  You hadn’t wanted to tell Dean but there was a reason you didn’t want him to call upon Cas.  You had a huge crush on him and you were terrified that Cas would read your mind and discover your secret.

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