Hey, Hey, Hallelujah

So life goes on. Not sure what else to say about it. Heavily medicated, and when I'm not, my arm is in spasm mode. Plus side, my hands seem to be fully functional, more or less. This has enabled me to type still, though the tether on my phone is very limited at the moment. That will remain for another week or so.

I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow for workman's comp. I'm honestly not sure what outcome I'm hoping for.

Plus side I was able to transcribe a new piece of original fiction. Which reminds me, big news.

I have a new blog! Not a day to day life hum drum blog. But The Nevaeh Agency Archive, a collection of short stories and narratives and such that take place in a universe of my own creation. Well, its Urban Fantasy. For those wondering, the difference between Fantasy are:

Fantasy: Any Genre consisting of things that are considered impossible, usually magical in nature.

High Fantasy: Tolkien level of world creation.

Urban Fantasy: Toss a fantasy filter on a world much like our own.

So, without further ado, you can check out two pieces of original work-three, if I can get internet to work with me, at the following address:

The Nevaeh Agency Archive

Days Go By

So here I am.
Presently on prescription meds that make me useless.
Because otherwise my right arm is useless.
And I'm right handed.

Occurred at work. Because of work.
Work playing games "Oh you should go to out guys just a few minutes away we use them a lot" For the office maybe. For me its an hour out.
I should call their workmans comp office.
Who can't do much but suggest locations even further.

Maybe a pinched nerve issue. Spreading spasms of pain.

Might get eligible for workman's comp. Might have to fight for it.

But we're seeing a place tomorrow.

A Defense of Murder

Where does one begin when stating their client is not guilty? The answer is very simple. The accused did not commit murder, because had the deceased acted differently he could have avoided death. All the accused did was act on human instinct, and that cannot be his fault. It was the deceased whose choices shaped the even that occurred.

It was late that night, and he took a short cut through an isolated area. He had been out drinking, wore headphones, and carried a good many items, making himself the perfect target. It would seem the area was not safe, given he is now the deceased. Anyone of these decisions could have changed his fate.

Or what of past wishes? The deceased was known to be depressed, and an alcoholic at that. Had he attempted suicide in the past? Did he have suicidal thoughts? Did the deceased ever utter the words “I wish I was dead”? Perhaps the dead man wanted to die. Maybe he went into that ally with the intent to be killed. Is the accused truly responsible for the deceased’s desires or bad decisions?

It might be said there’s no proof the deceased had it coming. But is there any proof he didn’t? If he’d been armed or fought back harder, the deceased might have made it home that night, alive and unharmed.

Perhaps if the deceased had traveled with a friend, he would not have been in the same danger. If he hadn’t been drinking, he would not have had the drunken swagger that marked him as vulnerable. If he had taken a cab home, the accused wouldn’t have had the chance to strike. The dead man could have take a safer route home, and avoided his killer all together. If he had dressed differently, sporting Kevlar or armor, he might still be alive. So truly, is the accused at fault, or is the deceased?

The accused acted on human instinct, it’s not their fault the deceased made a series of bad decisions that led to the event. In truth, this defense should be sound and shock none. After all, this is the defense often used by lawyers to defend their clients when accused of rape.

Can't write much

Typing with left hand

Trying to compensate

Right shoulder spasming

Right handed

Inside, Outside. Unwanted, Wanted.

Okay. Today's topic is a political one, and a sensitive one.

Abortion.

I have been debating with a prolife moron on Twitter. Thus all the reasons I am pro choice have been high lighted. And, cold as I may sound, I have two points I consider a fetus a baby.

1. When a woman decides to keep the fetus growing in her belly. When she chooses to become a mother. Of her own free will without coercion or fear of a diety sending her to hell.

2. When the child can survive outside the room without medical assistance.

In other words, I never consider an unwanted or accidental pregnancy  a child or baby or even a life.

I will always defend a woman's right to free will, be it choosing to be a mother, choosing to keep a child, or choosing not to be an incubator.

I, and all women, should always have the right to say what we do or don't want in our bodies.

Be it the unborn or some entitled man's dick.

Incubator: An Original Piece of Fiction.

Disclaimer From The Writer: The following short story is by far the most disturbing I have ever read. But it was written for a purpose, to highlight issues our society is currently facing. And that is why I'm posting it here, though it is also available on my Wattpad.

"Won't you be a lovely incubator?"

A harsh voice spoke to her, and Nina felt fear enter her heart. She wasn't sure how she got there. She could feel cold steel on her back, and she was completely exposed. She groaned and tried to move, but realized her arms were held in place by more metal. The lights were dim and her vision was blurry. There was a form on the other side of the table, a man she thought, in white. A lab coat maybe.

She turned her head and her eyes grew wide. As blurry as things were she could see a series of dimly lit tubes. Forms were floating inside them, and a fifth was empty. For me. The terrifying thought was interrupted by a sudden pain between her legs. Nina gasped as her vision cleared with the shock and she glanced back down. There was a man in a lab coat as she had guessed, and he was crouched between her legs.

     Her horror grew as she saw the machine behind him. There was a tube, a thick one made of plastic, and she realized abruptly as she followed it with her eyes that the man was shoving it inside her. She tried to call out but only a whimper left her. Something sharp jabbed her inside and Nina's body went rigid. She had been happier when she wasn't aware of these parts of her body.

     The man in the lab coat moved back to the machine and began to touch buttons, humming.

"It will be a brilliant experiment," He spoke, "But I found only a woman's body has what is needed for it to grow..."

"Stop...." Nina whispered weakly.

       Suddenly a door burst open and light made it hard to see. She could hear yelling, gun fire. The sound of a body falling. A sudden pain-someone trying to pull the tube from the mechanism out. A scream left her, and she fainted.

Six months later.

"Nina? There have been...complications."

Nina was alarmed at the words to say the least. She and the other four girls had been taken to a hospital on Mars That was where she lived, after Earth had become too populated many had gone there. The overpopulation issue had spiked in 2050 and efforts to settle the other planets began.

Mars, the red planet, had been settled by those who wanted to go to a simpler life of faith and family. Nina had never seen Earth, for she had been born on red soil.

She and the other four women had been experiments, victims of a madman working on nanobot experiments. Nina hadn't interacted with any of them since, but suspected they too had been kept in the hospital since their "rescue".

The nightmare hadn't ended. She'd wanted to remove the implanted experiment the lunatic had placed inside her, but the Council of Mars had rejected her request out of hand. Since then her body had stretched and changed to accommodate the unknown presence within her, her senses had gone nuts, and Nina couldn't keep any food down.

So the fact that this nurse came in and said they had bad news while she was emaciated and exhausted was not a good omen.

"What?" Nina murmured weakly.

"Well, the first of the other women who was experimented on..." She smiled, "It went fine. The newborn is being observed and she was sent home."

"New born...?" Nina's eyes widened and she stared at her traitorous body. Her ribs were visible these days but her stomach was bloated. The thing the mad scientist had implanted in her was killing her, and they were talking about it like the most beautiful thing in the world.

"The second woman however-her cervix was damaged during the implantation, and she and the organism died when it attempted to leave her."

Nina's mouth went dry as the nurse continued. One of the other captives was dead. Cervical damage-she had retained that too. The doctors had said when they tore out the implanting tube from within her, there had been a feature activated to stop them. They said she'd lost a lot of blood.

"So when are you removing it?" Nina whispered.

"It?" The nurse seemed surprised, "What it?"

"The thing that madman made me and incubator for!" She snapped, "The thing inside me that is killing me!"

"Oh, you misunderstood," the nurse smiled, "The doctors need to do more tests. We'd hate to lose you two as well!"

"There is no two!" Nina cried out, anger bubbling over, "There is me! I want to live! I'm not willing to risk dying for something I had no say in!"

"One of the other girls said that," The woman sighed, "The first will be back to pick hers up once we're done doing tests. We were so sad the other one didn't want to keep hers."

"So what you're saying-" Nina felt her eyes narrow and her breath catch, "Is I am expected to risk my life and most likely die to bring to life the dream of the maniac who kidnapped and violated me."

"Exactly!" The nurse smiled softly, "It's very good of you to be so forgiving and brave."

"Fuck good!" Nina snapped as she tried to climb out of the bed, "I don't care if it's vindictive or cowardly, I want to live!"

"I'm afraid that's not your decision anymore, Nina."

Nina turned her head and stared at the man who spoke. He wore a black suit and a gold cross. A representative of the Council of Mars, she realized.

"What does that mean?" She cried out.

"One of the founding principles the Council set forward when settling mars," he explained, "Life is sacred. New life above all else. This when a woman finds herself in the position of giving life, so she must."

"But-"  Nina stated, "It's going to end my life. Isn't that sacred? I am already alive."

"Ah yes but," the man exhaled and smiled calmly, "But you are in the position to bring new life into the world-a whole new species even! Isn't that wonderful?"

"No," Nina snapped, "Its fucking terrifying. I want to live."

"God gave you life for this moment, Nina," The man replied, "To make new life. If he intends to reward you by bringing you to heaven, who are we to stop him?"

"I can't believe a god who gave me life, who I have prayed to every night since I was a child, would end my life in such a terrible way!" Nina shouted back, "If it was a tumor, would you remove it?"

"Of course," the nurse chimed, "A tumor can't survive outside the human body. To preserve your life we would do it."

"So preserve my life now!" Nina cried out, "I'm alive, but it's killing me!"

"And with your death new life will be born," The man in the suit replied, "Amen."

"This is bullshit!" Nina snapped and reached over to yank out the IV as she climbed out of bed.

"Nurse!"

"Yes sir," the nurse moved forward.

Nina screamed with all her might, but her body was too weak. She fell on the floor on her side and cried out. The next moment the nurse injected her with something and the world went dark. Nina whimpered as she reached out a frail arm.

"I want to live."

"You're one of the others, right?"

Nina turned her head, slowly waking. There was another woman with a bloated belly in a wheelchair, and doctors and nurses were running by.

"What happened?" She whispered as she tried to sit up.

"Ah-the third girl tried to remove it herself after they told her it would kill her," The woman exhaled, "Not the best method to preserve her own life, but she gave them the slip and threw herself down a flight of stairs, stomach first."

"Maybe she wasn't aiming for survival," Nina murmured, "But mutually assuted destruction."

"They consider these organisms inside us innocent lives."

"We're innocent!" Nina protested, "Are you okay with this?"

"Yes. And no," she sighed, "I'm willing to give birth to it. Whatever it is. No one will want to marry me anyway now, and its the only way I'm gonna have a kid."

"They said it killed the other girl with cervical damage," Nina looked up, "Mars medicine isn't the best. I'm going to die."

"That's why I'm not okay with it," the woman reached for her hand, "I am so sorry. I know its not much but I'll stay by you. I think we're do out about the same time. Maybe a miracle will happen and we can walk out together. Me with my new...and you, free. We could stick together."

"You're optimistic," Nina paused, "What's your name?"

"Hope," she smiled gently, "you?"

"Nina," Nina heard a beeping noise outside, an uninterrupted tone. The stair girl was dead. "If I am to die and these are my last days," her voice cracked, "I could use a friend."

"Then a friend you have," Hope reached out and took her hand, "Pleased to meet you Nina."

Three months later

Hope came to Nina daily after that, and they talked. She even taught Nina tricks to keep down her food. Hope had been returning from a rally when she'd been snatched, because while she had been raised a good church girl, she had questions about how the Council ran things. Nina never had before their current predicament. By now she'd torn off and throw away her crucifix.

Hope was there when it started. Nina hadn't know what was happening, only she had a sudden pain in her abdomen.

"Nina-you're bleeding!" Hope cried out and rolled to the door, "Doctors! It's happening!"

"Hope?" Nina whimpered as her head began to spin. Another pain rang through her, and she screamed.

"Nina! I'm here!" Hope began to wheel back to her as doctors and nurses entered. Suddenly the other woman was crying out as well. It's happening.  

Hope had guessed they'd go into delivery around the same time. Half the medical team split off to push her out of the room, and the other half remained with Nina.
"Nina!" Hope cried out, "I'll be there! When you make it through!" She called before yelling out again. Nina managed to make a meek smile as they placed a mask over her to drug her for the procedure. I'm not, Hope. You know that. But thank you for being my friend when the rest of the world decided I wasn't worthy to live.

Yet some time later, Nina was surprised to open her eyes again. There was a machine beeping next to her, and a nurse filling out a form. She glanced down and saw her stomach was shrunken in, and despite her body aching, she let out a weak sob of joy. It was over.

"Hello, Nina!" The nurse chimed, "It seems God didn't want you yet after all."
"And the...thing?" She gestured to her empty stomach.
"A newborn baby boy! Would you like to meet him?"
"Given he tried to murder me from within the womb and his creation is associated with the worst memories of my life? No, I never want to see him," she murmured bitterly, "Where's Hope?"

The air was pregnant with unsaid words, and Nina sat up to look at the nuse. Suddenly her perkiness, which she had worn even when telling Nina she would most likely die giving birth to that horrible man's creation, was gone.

"She...didn't make it. Something went wrong during the delivery, and she suffered a Uterine Rupture. Her daughter is healthy, if motherless..."

Nina didn't hear the rest. None of the rest mattered. Her eyes widened and before she thought she was done crying. Now-now the tears came back like the tide as she stared out the window. Hope is dead.

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While the events in this story are fictional, the possibility isn't that far from reality. According to the CDC, within the United States about 650 women die each year due to complications of their pregnancy. By proclaiming a 'pro-life' stance and forcing a pregnant woman under any circumstance to carry the organism growing inside her to term, her life is at risk to become one of those six hundred and fifty women. You are asking her to risk death in order to bring a helpless child into the world, who she can't keep even if she wants to if the pale rider comes knocking.

Vote for Trump and The Terrorists Win

Trump won the Nevada Primary and continues to have a bizarre amount of popularity.

Now, I've never been a fan of the Republican party-I started a dystopian story when I was 14 where the villains were called pachyderms. As l have grown, and being a wiccan and bisexual college educated female, I continue to veer away. However I do familiarize myself with my political opponents. The GOP has always been filled with narrow minded bigots who only look out for big business, white males, and the rich. But have they always been so blatantly racist? Or dare I say it, evil?

Lets look at the main contenders for GOP nomination for the upcoming presidential election:

• Ben Carson, barely. Possibly the GOP pointing out that they do to know black people and thus are not racist. Brain Surgeon who believes in the bible.
• Rubio: Not gonna lie, all l know is that he is a classic Republican who believes women only exist to make babies. I don't even know if Rubio is his first or last name, not memorable
• Raphael Edward "Ted" Cruz: the Canadian born son of a naturalized canadian mother. Thus he is ineligible for Oval Office. Once could be wrong, but then I would suggest the GOP run the Governator. Politics aside, he would be elected for novelty. My generation is made of bad decisions.
• Donald Trump. A several times bankrupt bigot known best for his reality show "The Apprentice", his catch phrase "You're fired", casinos and hotels, terrible hair piece, and a cameo in Home Alone 2

Today is Super Tuesday. I am heart broken at the thought that Bernie Sanders may not get the Democratic Nominee. This is nothing to the fear and shame at the American people that Trump may win Republican.

Aside from his vague and bizarre non answers, a lot of Trump, pardon me, as Jon Oliver pointed out his family's real surname, Donald Drumpf, has been on how he would manage the non existent Muslim problem America is facing. As I have pointed out before, Middle Easterners and Muslims have gotten a disproportionate amount of  hate. Also, is there a term for American Middle Easterners that aren't Muslim? I see Arabs and Arabic, but I'm not so prone to them. Anyway, Arabic People of America (that still sounds wrong, they're Americans first and foremost unless they say otherwise).

The point is, Donald Drumpf has said Muslims should be barred entry to America, supporting creating a database of Muslims already in our borders. He has implied that Muslim Mosque's are more likely to produce terrorists then Churches and we need to look at them. (Oklahoma City happened, people).

As I write this I'm listening to an interview. An interviewer is pointing out that in Hitler's Germany, Jews were forced to register. He avoided answering.

Drumpf said in the scenario of a Muslim Database they would somehow force them all to register with "good management". I am reminded of the Bloody Tudor Era as well, when being the wrong variant of Christianity could get you burned. But more importantly, I find myself thinking about Hitler.

A down on its luck, economically poor, post war Germany was broke. They were angry. They were hurting. They were afraid.

Enter Hitler, who all historical records indicate was a charismatic speaker. He was elected, and then came the requirement for Jews to register and wear identifying yellow stars. That was the beginning of events that led to 13 million dead.

I add it was not just the Jews who were killed in those camps, that was how it started. Gypsies, homosexuals, and individuals with special needs were killed. Anyone Hitler didn't like was potentially up for death.

Trump is starting with Muslims as his central hate. But just yesterday I saw a clip of one of his campaign trails where he playfully wrestled racist stereotype caricatures of Mexicans in ponchos, sombreros, and stupid mustaches. In this scenario he was throwing them down, obviously referring to his plans to build a wall on America's southern border and somehow making Mexico pay for it.

(In the distance you hear Mexico laughing and reconsidering releasing El Chapo to finish the job he once promised to do. Just Kidding. Maybe. I have no sources to verify but it wouldn't surprise me)

How did Racism and Racist Hate become so chic? How is it the lead G.O.P. runner has been publicly endorsed by the K.K.K.?

The answer is the 9/11 attacks by Al Qaeda. Even as I write this I'm sure my blog is about to be watched for mentioning their names, or 9/11.

Almost 15 years ago, the radical extremist Terrorist Group Al Qaeda, headed by Osama Bin Laden, organized an attack that decimated the nation. They hijacked four passenger airlines, completely destroying the World Trade Center buildings, one into each tower, and another plane crashing into the Pentagon. Bless the brave souls of Flight 93, who chose to resist the terrorists headed for DC and instead their plane crashed in a field in Pennsylvania. Almost three thousand (3000) people died during the attacks, not counting first responders of assorted natures who would contract health issues because of the chemicals they were exposed to and the trauma they experienced.

Despite the fact that as a whole, Muslims and Islams alike condemned the actions of the independent Terrorist Group, the nation has retreated years in terms of racial tolerance. One of my dear friends from high school still commonly refers to Muslims and Arabs as "Goat F---ers".

"Fear is the path to the Darkside. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering."-Yoda, The Empire Strikes Back.

It won't end in with Muslims. All the non-whites are feeling the pinch. Unnecessary violence on the black community by officials has come to light. While I still can't make up my mind about Ferguson because of all of the conflicting reports, it brought attention to the lack of information. Since then people have become far more observant, and taking far more footage and recordings. For instance, the cop in South Carolina who brutalized the black teenage girl for, well, being a teenager. I, like his Sheriff, wanted to throw up when I saw the footage. Unless she was actively endangering her students with a gun or a knife or other weapon, there was no reason for that kind of brutality. He took down an entire desk with her. I don't want to think about what possible injuries were retained.

"But Spryte, we can't be that racist, we had our first Person of Color Disney Princess, Tiana!"

1. That is the racist equivalent of "I can't be racist because I know black people"

2.No, no she wasn't. That honor was secured in 1992 by Princess Jasmine, in Aladdin, which was ironically set in an Arabian Kingdom filled with Arabian characters.

In 1994, Nala was overlooked as an African Disney Princess because she was a lioness in The Lion King. Reminder, she basically married the Lion King of the Lion King. Or else they didn't and the Lion King universe features an umarried Disney couple, so woohoo.

In 1995, despite the historical inaccuracy, Pocahontas was a Native American Disney Princess.

Mulan, who must have been adopted by the Emperor to count as a Princess, saved China in 1996.

Back in 2001, Princess Kida of Atlantis appeared, a Princess of Color.

My favorite Disney ladies were, as a child, and still among the top ranks, Lilo from Lilo & Stitch (2002), and Esmerelda from The Huncback of Notredame (1996). Both of whom were characters of color.

Also, before I get to my point, in 2000 The Emperor's New Groove came out, boasting a Central or Southern American setting and characters. Brother Bear, released in 2002, featured an Inuit Cast.

The point I am getting to now is that in the 90's, Disney produced a series of films featuring a variety of characters with different racial backgrounds.

(Note: Atlantis had a U.N. of a team go down there, featuring a latino female as their mechanic, a Russian as their explosives expert, and a black man as their doctor.)

Two of the best well known sports movies were Cool Runnings, released in 1993 about the Jamaican Bobsled Team, and Remember the Titans, released in 2000 and about the desegregation of High School Football. Both of which were Disney movies.

Since then, things have been looking pretty Western European in Disney. I suspect Lilo and Stitch and Brother Bear only made it out because they were mostly done by the attacks and animated movies are years in the making.

In November, we are welcoming a Hawaiian Disney Princess: Moana. For this I am super excited. That said in the 14 years before, what have the notable Disney hits been?

They produced Pirates of the Caribbean, which did have a kind of diverse cast, if few of them were central. (Where was Ana Maria in 2 and 3? WHERE WAS ZOE SALDANA I NEED TO KNOW). That said Tia Dalma is awesome.

The Narnia Movies. A pass, because a Fantasy movie based on a western European influenced book series.

The Princess and the Frog.

Alice in Wonderland.

Tangled.

Brave.

Frozen.

No, these are the major titles. Most of them had limitations of setting, or basis, or what not. The disturbing part really comes in the lesser known titles (IE, Lilo and Stitch and Brother Bear from before).

Wall-E (2008) was mostly about a robot falling in love and finding a plant and bringing mankind back to Earth. But I suddenly become abruptly aware every single person on that space ship of survivors was white.

In Incredibles, there is virutally no reason the main characters had to be white. In fact, the wildly popular Frozone was not.

Ratatooie potentially missed an amazing opportunity, as Paris for a very long time has been accepting of Biracial coupling when America was not. Biracial couples were known to flee to France to get married.

And of course there's the White Washing disaster of The Lone Ranger in (2013). Johnny Depp is a phenomenal actor, but he's still white. He portrayed Tonto, the Native American side kick. Disney literally felt the need to white wash a sidekick.

A quick defense of Pan from 2015: Rooney Mara is completely fine for Tigerlily.

Because Neverland doesn't have Native Americans. Seeing as its not America.

"But Spryte, why should all the characters be people of color? I want to see people like me in the movies!"

Now you know how people of color feel. I'm not saying we should make all characters P.O.C. But I am saying white central casting could honestly be more representative if it dropped down to say, 60 percent. In otherwords, 6 out of every ten, allowing 4 out of ten to be black, hispanic, asian or anything. I would honestly be happy to see 50/50, but.

Anyway, what does this have to do with terrorism and Drumpf?

Disney is a pretty huge industry. What they create is based off what the audience wants.

It became chic to hate.

It became chic to be racist.

And thats why Donald Trump is heading for the presidential election. Bigortry has become so blatant, the G.O.P. front runner can openly say he hates women, minorities, and the like.

When 9/11 happened, we became afraid.

We became angry, and Iraq was invaded as part of the War on Terror. I still can't find an official reason, but vague references and speeches. Reminder, 9/11 was the result of an extremist terrorist group based in Afghanistan. Also if invaded countries based on the actions of a few, America would have been invaded a few dozen times I think.

Anger has led to hate.

Hate has led to a teenager student being arrested because he built a clock and brought it in to school, and because he was of Middle Eastern Descent, they assumed it was a bomb.

Hate leads to suffering.

So quick review.

Trump=Hate.

Hate=Suffering

Thus

Trump=Suffering

There was a powerful commercial I saw some time ago. It said that 9/11 was an attempt by an enemy group to change American forever, and then added "They did" before showing U.S.A. flags on each house and patio.

Don't let Trump win.

Or the Terrorists win.

Because America changes.

Because then America is no longer a land of hope and freedom.

Its a land of fear. Its a land of doubt and hate.

I leave off with a quote from Benjamin Franklin and a poem from Martin Niemoller.

"Those who would give up essential Liberty, to purchase a little temporary Safety, deserve neither Liberty nor Safety." -Benjamin Franklin