Chapter 2: The Grand Old Politico

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I welcome you to the rough draft of the second chapter from my newest book which is due for release in just weeks. Fondly named>>>>

The Decline of Civility: How to rise to the occasion

 

“Where you see wrong or inequality or injustice, speak out, because this is your country. This is your democracy. Make it. Protect it. Pass it on.”

—Thurgood Marshall

Chapter 2: The Grand Old Politico

I am a current events news junkie. I am non-party affiliated. I am an advocate for the American PEOPLE, period. I absorb information from my own chosen tailored outlets  & I stand proud of my influences & resources which will remain undisclosed for now. I will say though, The View is my talk show candy. Nothin’ like a panel of kick ass, strong, intelligent, stand up women to start my day, who always have the most brilliant guests, & a well-seasoned, well-educated, well-rounded team with standpoints from every direction to consider, evaluate & chew on.

I truly believe Senator Cory Booker (D-NJ) should be our next president, & Senator Kirsten Gillibrand (D-NY) his V.P. If you Google Corey Booker & see his Docuseries (“Brick City”) on how he renovated the poor, crime & drug infested streets of Newark New Jersey into a productive thriving community, you will understand why this man is a wonderful candidate. Kirsten Gillibrand is a tough as nails attorney & current New York Senator since 2009, who has a proven track record for fighting for rights. Whether it is women, sexual suits in the military, students, workers, families… this lady is who we want on our team. She is also a published Author of such titles as: Off the Sidelines: Speak Up, Be Fearless, and Change Your World. If that gives you an idea of her caliber. Google her. And hands down, I would gladly endorse Mister former Vice President Joe Biden as well. I gotta say, he is obviously a superior candidate just as similarly as John McCain was. The quality of his character & the caliber of his content is second to none. Can I get an Amen??

Good (moral & ethical), smart, wise, fearless, enlightened, aware, strong minded, ambitious, empathetic, honest, fair, genuine, positive, progressive, articulate people who stand firm for human rights & dignity… that have an excellent work ethic, track record & impressive resume… make good leaders, the right kind. Makes sense. Don’t ya think? Who cares what side (party) they’re on. It’s the quality of character that matters. Despite the court of public opinion, divisiveness, & the polarization of our Nation… electing a proper leader for the free world is a non-partisan issue, if ya ask me.

Politics aside, I think former President Obama is Super Fly, I miss his swagger & calming nature. Barack & Michelle are an A#1 class act & I’m not gonna lie, I miss their charming romance. It was like tea & cupcakes in the afternoon under a green fluffy tree on a happy hill. Ahhh, the good old days…

My candid opinion about the current dude in office is that Trump might appear to be a train-wreck, a cruel joke, or a page out of some sinister playbook, but… I honestly think the breakdown of everything is Awesome. Let’s look through the “love our enemy” lens for just one minute.

The guy is Awesome with a capital A, actually. Why? Because he went into an otherwise most sacred elected office & literally pissed all over it like a dog marking his territory with no shame, no rhyme or reason & no apologies & didn’t even take the government’s presidential salary, perks or benefit package. The guy gives new meaning to the word: unorthodox. El Trumpo is tearin’ his presidentalhood right the heck up. Let’s call it like it is. Whether you are for or against the guy, dem or GOP or in between, if yer living & breathing in this country today & have a TV of sorts, ya cannot deny the mark this guy is making.

Kudos to you, man… for keepin’ it fresh & keepin’ it real… despite nasty rumors, rhetoric, fake news, real news, & your lovely track record. Sometimes the best way to renovate something is to fetch the wrecking ball, have at it, then start from scratch. I’ll be damned if Mr. Trump isn’t facilitating that gracefully. Like a Pro, he just rather effortlessly, instigates & erupts change, in every direction, everywhere he goes. He is like an anomaly of sorts, lol.

From Main Street to Wall Street to Shakedown Street. Raid, renovate, remodel is the name of the game. Every time ya turn around, another tree’s on fire, there’s a cat fight in the ally, or the tweet bird is singing its high & mighty unsolicited buns off. Pretty rad. I know Bobby De Niro wouldn’t concur… sorry, sweetie, but what appears to be falling apart might actually be things falling into place. It’s all in the eye of the beholder. Hot mess? Or blessing in disguise…?

Donald Trump is certainly not responsible for the decline of civility, we have done that all by ourselves, over the course of some time now. But, I just felt like something had to be said. I was born in America & I believe in the power of our union & the binding principles of the constitution that this country was built upon. It doesn’t take a Political Science major to see that Donald Trump is no great patriot, he is a business man. Defying ANY prototype, the man is in a class of his own, quite frankly. Fondly referred to as “the great divider in Chief,” him & his goons have invaded the white house & now have relinquished control of the whole goddamn program, if you will, doing as they please without real opposition or consequence it seems. People fear him, & therefore keep their mouths shut essentially at this point, after witnessing his “clean sweep” of everyone who disagrees with him.

His voters, the peanut gallery, middle Americana, middle to low income demographics, buy into his not so charming rhetoric of being a mascot for the working class & underdog. I mean the guy did create significant tax cuts, create jobs, lower gas prices & smoothed out certain foreign leader relations, but honestly, the guy has a continuously running self-motivated agenda. Clearly, he has little authentic regard for all of us due to this, let alone the working-class citizens. Why? The government shutdown is why. It has been reported that there are 800,000 with blank paychecks today… all cause of him not getting his way.

I actually had respected Mister Trump as president, for many & various valid reasons for most of his presidency. I will admit, though not particularly “presidential,” I bought into his proven entrepreneurial track record, business savvy, unconventional tactics, & his “method behind madness” ways.  I honestly had conceded to allow him to govern as he saw fit. I disregarded his philandering ways, his uncouth demeanor & apparent obvious lying problem. I even kept my mouth shut around certain circles, because of how controversial it is to actually support him. But, I really did feel he had a certain what they call: Je nai sai quoi that actually, as uncouth as it may be, was ironically liberating us on some level as a country. At the very least Trump’s position has compelled people to wake up & is motivating the underdog to step up & run for offices & also lighting fires under otherwise complacent butts, if you will.

Howeverhear this Mister President, sir!

Last time I checked we lived in a free democracy not a communist/socialist dictatorship. This wild west modern-day standoff we have going on regarding the “borderwall” has the American Federal Government shut down & thousands of families without pay longer than ever in history. News media reported that the Coast guard “tip sheet” for their government employees on a hiatus said:

I quote…

“Have a garage sale, clean out your attic or basement, sell unwanted larger ticket items, offer to watch children, walk pets, house sit, turn hobbies into income, become a mystery shopper.” ????

WOW.

What—the—Fuck—is—happening?

This is NOT what our ancestors who migrated here to have a shot at the “American Dream” for themselves & their future families… signed up for. TO BE TOLD that they should scrimp & save, grub & scrounge & essentially collect cans to pay their rent & light bill. If I was one of those government workers on leave with a pregnant wife, sick kid & bills to pay… I would surely exclaim: “SUCK MY BIG FAT DICK, Mister Trump… you unempathetic, insensitive, rat bastard Russian dictator man. I WAS on your team, dude, (struggling to support my president, but still…) until ya pulled this one.”

This is America, land of the free, home of the brave, not a pigpen of partisan politics, where citizens are essentially deprived of their right to work & provide for their families due to feuding egos, stare down contests & temper tantrums.

No one disagrees with having tighter border security but honestly, there are far more COST EFFECTIVE & sophisticated ways to “build a wall.” There are far more sophisticated ways to detect drug smugglers & deter asylum seekers than a metallic wall that costs almost SIX billion (BILLION) dollars & takes a million years to build. Not to mention TAX PAYERS will wind up footing the bill??? And as big & as relevant as all of that is, it is actually BESIDE THE POINT>>>> Negotiate your little buns off all ya want El Chapo… oops, I mean El Trumpo, Nanc & Chuckster… but do it on yer own friggin time. Forcing an extended government shutdown is very damaging, dangerous & unconstitutional as far as I’m concerned & puts us all at risk as a Nation. That, Mister President… has gone too far, my friend.

It is my understanding that a bill to reopen the government has been on the table for quite some time now & Trump refuses to sign it. We can thank Rush Limbaugh & Ann Coulter for that. They basically threatened to publicly shame him if he signed it without the wall, & Trump cowered. COWARD! So now, the dude in the white House is holdin’ out like a toddler with his hands on his hips & stomping feet saying “No!” like a little bratty baby.

Anxiety is very high nationwide, people are beginning to  protest, to picket, tempers are flaring, fear is rampant, financial security compromised. This can cause great problems & ripple effects felt for years to come. Parents are having to pause extracurricular activities for their kids due to fees that cannot be paid at this time. Peoples whole lives are getting tossed upside down.  Folks are on the verge of losing their homes for god sake. 250 thousand veterans are not receiving their benefits. Certain air traffic control & TSA employees are absent causing a whole new kind of national security risk. Christ, I just heard they are SUING the federal government for lost wages etc etc. Not to mention, it was just announced that there is no salmonella control crew to inspect imported produce. The FDA (a government agency) is in charge of keeping our food safe for consumption. Day 25, The FAA is now ordering TSA safety inspectors back to work without pay, due to uninspected passenger planes. The fucking Coastguard is not being paid, for god’s sake. Both air & sea security is being compromised. Hmmmm, I wonder what kind of threat that might pose?

The American people are now subject to all kinds of dangers. These are just a few examples of the immense impact. Doesn’t Mr. Trump see how we must look to our enemies? Heck, who’s to say that our enemies abroad aren’t watching “dumbass” America fighting on the playground again distracted with our defenses down, & decide to pull some dirty attack. “Look ShahzadAkeemSamir! …America’s on strike again… round up the S-Bomber crew, dude!!”

Maybe that’s what Trump wants. He wants to inadvertently create an invasion that leads to a war, so we all have no choice but to unite & get behind him, (cause we are America, after all… hear us ROAR!) making it almost necessary to reelect him just like Bush did with 9-11. Am I lying?

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They’re all a bunch of dirty rats.<<<<<<<<<<< (!!!!!!!)

Did someone say Military Industrial Complex?

Oh, that was me…

Military-industrial complex: network of individuals and institutions involved in the production of weapons and military technologies. The military-industrial complex in a country typically attempts to marshal political support for continued or increased military spending by the national government.

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The Military Industrial Complex is the first of the “Big Business” sharks of our Nation I will speak about here. It is the richest, most powerful outfit in the world. The “War” business is the BIGGEST most capitalized on, corporation to have ever existed in the duration of human history.

“Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger & are not fed, those who are cold & are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children.”

—Dwight Eisenhower Circa 1961

I am not opposed to retaining our military for services that protect & serve us as a Nation, I am not opposed to military spending as needed in a moderate way. President Trump did in fact withdraw our troops recently from Syria & Afghanistan… most likely so he could transfer the senseless military costs to a more personal project like his “wall.” He made the move of releasing our troops back home look like a noble play. He basically stood before the troops abroad one covert night & made a speech talking about how America should no longer be policing the world. I kinda like that idea. It makes perfect sense. However, Isis IS NOT DEFEATED. Trump & Pence keep exclaiming this false idea. Trump has retracted our troops for his own agenda… guaranteed. Hence, the Military Industrial Complex WILL prevail. It’s just a matter of time. Things are never what they seem in this government’s grand facade.

“Politics is the entertainment division of the Military Industrial Complex.” — Frank Zappa

I’m not currently, but I would like to be a proud gun owner. I am not against guns, I do believe in tighter back ground checks, more detailed applications, & mental evals, etc, etc. But, this “Military Industrial Complex’” Eisenhower is speaking of, is a very large BULL (bully) just eating up every single extra dollar we may ever have, while sacrificing the education of our children, & the health & welfare of our sick or impoverished citizens.

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The dollar amount that pours into this Military Industrial Complex is so high, that it is almost unspeakable. They have lobbyists, & ambassadors that sell fabricated scare tactics instilling fear into the public, so folks agree to support “the protection” that Military & national security measures provide. These grand safety measures are truly not necessary at the great lengths that these people deceptively profess. It’s a big LEGAL scam.

Meanwhile… teachers are on strike (yet again & again & again), government workers, middle America, & students in debt are the casualties. So much money all going to weapons & war, when it could be evenly distributed to the proper channels. We would thrive, then. We would flourish. We would be a debt free, non-struggling people. The middle-class society at war with eachother would cease to exist. We would be nourished & blessed & progressive & grateful… so much MORE, than we are now. The M.I.C. is STEALING from us daily, while endorsing WAR on a grand international scale as a means to keep the “business” booming.

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That… is… fucked up, man.

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When is enough enough??? Yep… smoke & mirrors, people… smoke & mirrors.

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By the time this book jumps off, the “shutdown” will likely have blown over. But I am recording these events right now in real time, to demonstrate what is happening in this current administration. We are living through this & will continue to live through this. One day, our children’s children will be reading about these times in a text book. (Hopefully written by a fearless unbiased transparent Author) like me. We can only hope.

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#MeFuckinToo

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Here I go again, using my own disheartening experiences with men that INSIST on pushing me into unwelcome sexual exchanges. I draw from these personal challenges to create bad ass life changing blog articles that help people. Can’t go wrong there. Boo Yah! My brow has been wrinkled all morning, though, it’s not like I like this. But I have no choice. I either channel it… or grow to be a very mean mean witch that will likely eat you, if you come too close.

Whether it’s talking about what they want to do to me or with me or what they want me to do to them, or… just plain… whining that they WANT me so bad (in a very graphic manner). Ewe. Or, it gets better… love when the dude actually thinks he has the right or knowledge to speak on MY NEEDS!!!!!! Great try, Slick Rick, but that has to be the most ignorant way to attempt to get laid, that I ever heard. Trying to convince me, that I NEED it. Wow. Think again, bro. Who died, & made you the President of Sex Town? How many times I choose to meet my needs & how I choose to do it, & who I choose to do it with, are, frankly… none of your Mother F-ing business. Weirdo. Go back to your cave dwelling & rub some sticks together, there, cave-boy wonder. And while you’re at it, rub one the fuck out too, so your impetuous unmanageable hormones will stop blinding out your sense of decency.

What part of NO don’t men understand? I completely have had ENOUGH of any man thinking that they can touch me to satiate a one-sided obsession, or even talk to me about my body parts without my consent. I am gonna start to  carry around soap on a rope from now on, & just whip it out as needed, to either slap a bitch-ass silly, or wash filthy mouths out, of these foolish knuckleheads who think that disrespecting a woman with unwanted sex talk, is kosher. It’s NOT! It’s super annoying, super creepy, super needy, low class, uncouth, & toxic, not to mention very unattractive. Unwanted is the key word here. Whatever happened to charm, dignity, integrity, respect, drawing her to ya in a subtle but worthwhile way. Wining, dining, putting in some effort, a little TLC, some good old-fashioned convo?

Unwanted sexual talk & advances are not going to to get men where they want to go, EVER. Should I repeat that? There is never just cause. Just because the girl is either at a bar, night club, it’s 2AM, or even in a salacious setting such as a strip club, or maybe she has on revealing attire, is voluptuous, has nice legs, a fat ass, puffed up cleavage, sex appeal, or a seductive smile, THIS DOES NOT GIVE ANY MOTHER F-ING MAN THE RIGHT… to disrespect her with unwanted sexual talk, advances or at worst… assault. Shall I repeat that, gentlemen??

Attention all wanna-be Pimps & Playaz: unless you have something of value to offer to a lady, don’t even bother. And unless you wanna end up with your name on a court document, I would recommend you mind your manners, respect boundaries & play your cards right by knowing for certain sure that your attention is NOT the unwanted kind.

If she looks uncomfortable, says she’s uncomfortable, isn’t catching your drift or clearly NOT flirting back… then, duh… ass-face, back the fuck off!!! She’s just not that into you. Hello? What part of the word: NO, don’t you understand?? It’s not rocket science. Woman are not just made for your pleasure. Just because we may look good, or smell good, or laugh at one of your stupid jokes, doesn’t mean it’s okay to cross boundaries. We are not robots with plushy sex parts that are built to serve every man’s beck & call. We are not REQUIRED to respond to your extremely out of line, degrading, disrespectful behaviors. We are not rag-dolls that get turned on by your selfish, self centered, self-serving, narcissistic, phallic fantasies of the way you THINK we are supposed to conspire with you to fulfill some lustful secret greedy agenda. Didn’t your mama teach you any manners?

What the hell is wrong with men? Many of them. With all due respect to the good ones out there, your arch nemesis’ are scattered all over the map, now clearly OUTED, finally… courtesy of the #MeToo movement. They are at your workplace, in your neighborhood, community, on your team, at the gym, your church, in your back yard, your school, the local grocery store, the bar, club, restaurant, any & everywhere. Any & everywhere, I can almost guarantee there is a plotting, predatory man lurking around a random corner. Two brands, either one: the guy who simply  has no self control, or two: the guy who is simply so full of himself that he thinks that controlling a woman for self gratification is justifiable, ethical or a viable means to secure an ego-based position of  power or status.

Big blinking neon sign: We are not Lions in the Animal Kingdom.

We are human beings with a soul, heart, mind & a super conscious very sophisticated sense of self.

What? Didn’t ya get the memo? Guess not.

Un-evolved Cave man who thinks only with his penis:
“(grunt, grunt, grunt) Me—want—fuck—you. Me—want—pussy.”
Lovely respectable lady in a bar with style & class:
“Go Fuck… yourself, Chief. Heathens went out of style with the Dinosaur era. Your game sucks. Your lines blow. Your presence is straight offensive.  You best take a hike up shit’s creek without a paddle, there,  fool. Games over.”

 

THE END.

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Who knows all your dirty secrets?

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Who knows all your dirty secrets?

Your soul mates. The good, the bad, the ugly. And, they don’t judge, smear your reputation, talk behind your back, or secretly think they are better. And, they don’t clock out. They don’t check out. They don’t give up on ya or the relationship. Even if the bond is challenged. Even when the goin’ gets tough. Even when you are changing, rearranging, transforming, relearning, dying & re-birthing. Even when you succeed & gain fame & even more so when you are crawling on eggshells & broken glass… somehow soul mates are built to last. Even those inconvenient times when you are cranky, moody & misunderstood… a soul mate is in it to win it, for good. 

Who knows how to stay in their own lane & respect your boundaries? Your soul mates sure do. They will fall back, step off, time out, & let go. They will stand by, stand up, stand strong & stand in. What’s a four letter word for “soul mate?” Answer: ALLY

An ALLY is: a loyal, reliable, cooperative component that assuredly… is on your team, in your corner, on your side, an ambassador for your best destiny, in tune with your highest good. They are ready to coordinate & collaborate at a moments notice, despite any contentious debate, no matter what the weather, the dangerous terrain or shady overgrown hood.

Going above & beyond the call of duty is a soul mate’s rightful place. Reflecting the truth of the matter is hidden in the nooks & crannies of a soul mate’s honest face. Trustworthy & there, imperfect maybe… but never unfair. A soul mate will unconditionally love & genuinely care.

A soul mate is not a succubus, a narcissistic poison, a con artist, vulture, or vampire. A soul mate will give you strength, motivate, illuminate, congratulate, fan the flames of your newborn campfire. They don’t make demands, back you in a corner, make you uncomfortable, tired, drained or irate. They don’t secretly hate, manipulate, depreciate, invalidate, plot to tangle your fate. They are usually quite pleasant, like an afternoon breeze, or that delightful little bit of relief that happens after a sneeze.

A soul mate cracks jokes to lighten your heart, picks on your serious face until  it breaks apart. They’ll rejuvenate your spirit & accentuate your being. They will notice your accomplishments & lend you a second set of eyes for seeing.

A soul mate is your biggest fan, your #1 cheerleader, your surround-sound adviser, your soft pillow for safety & sanctuary, your bestie, your muse. Soulmates bake you cookies & make you lovely offers you cannot refuse.

Soul mates are pleasures, are treasures, are lucky, are fun. They furnish the sparkly rays to our effervescent sun. They are the thing that makes life feel like a day in the sand, they just might be the single only person who gives a good god damn!

They won’t harm you or curse you. They will bless you & nurse you. Soul mates heal, not steal. They are as flexible & forgiving as they can be. They’ll make you coffee every morning even if they only drink tea.

Being with a soul mate is a gem of a time, a peach of a day, a water slide, the best milkshake ever! It’s gifted. It’s fruitful. It’s brilliant. It’s clever.

It’s something to remember, an adventure, a timeless tranquil flight. It’s a great story, a juicy tale, a groovy dance floor moonlit nite. It’s a vino sunrise paired with a sweet & salty kiss. It’s a nourishing bear hug & the closest we come to bliss. It’s round & fluffy & soft & silly great fun! Soul mates make you feel like the million bux you’ll surely think you’ve won! Pow! Pa Pow Pow Pow!

#GotSoulMates?

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Circa 2017

Written for: the fabulous couple of 40 years!!!! Aunt Annmaria & Uncle Gary ❤ ❤ Love you guys;)

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America the Beautiful

Beads of jewel, fire & sharp gem sparks that infuse the empty blue dusk sky. An open horizon stretching with skylines of grey & pastel watercolor just quiet above the main street hustle. Little birds play. Pigeons paint the park. Trees rustle up high. The American flag is streaming live & proud.

Today is the 241st anniversary of our nation’s formal founding. The name America, though, is much older, dating back at least 510 years. America was named after Italian navigator Amerigo Vespucci (1454-1512.) And although history has it’s disputes over original settlers, land, & territory… I think it is safe to say that we celebrate on July 4th as a united community of all breeds, colors & creeds.

We are a giant fondue pot of blended personalities, views, beliefs, & cultures. We are free to express & experience life to the fullest here. Our human rights are protected. The Amendments protect & serve us. We are certainly blessed to have this land we call: Home… & also so very blessed to have each other in it. Happy birthday, United States of America.

We salute You!

 

JZapp

Circa2017

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Jar of Hearts

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Yes, I do have a jar of hearts on my shelf… alongside a jar of bruised egos. If your heart is so tender & flimsy that it can be broken by a woman whom you’ve never had a chance with in the first place… your heart deserves to be pickled in the pain of a jar. Second, that ego that’s beaten & bruised wining like a little bitch in the corner with a blue bonnet on & a taffy… disguised as sumthin’ harmless…. should be ashamed of itself for even existing.

Wipe the drool off your face & smack the dirty smirk right down the drain of your vampire stare, your dorm daze are over. No more secret cameo appearances in the scenes of my life. Take your blankie & go suck sum one else’s energy field with unwanted attention. Your greedy ulterior motives can take a hike right down the highway to hell.

The jar of bruised egos up on my shelf is now capped & vacuumed shut like a poisonous canned sauce. No getting out or in. Just a trip to the river will do. A heavy toss out the window into the air of contention, will disarm you. No more taking up space on my shelf. And as for the jar of hearts there? I will feed them to the frogs out back. All the ones I’ve kissed.

I’m done….! Zip, zap, over, ca-put, ca-pat, cap-plew-ey…. with drawing all wrong dudes. Let me be Medusa to their intentions. Let their ill vibes shrivel up in the heat of my Zen zone. Let their raunchy fantasies be smashed into smithereens by my laser sharp intuition. Let their insecurity, insincerity, lack of self-control, hidden motives, disguised disrespect and  self-aggrandizing disposition ban together to go gather sum sticks & thorns into bouquets for their own funeral.

In my life, there is no place for your face. Thank you for walking right passed me from now on. I dodge man bullets. There should be a master class on dodging man bullets. Its easy. I could teach it.

I do not accept any adverse advances. I am admired, respected, & recognized for my talent, skills, abilities, style, intellect, presence & shining spirit. My sexual energy is innately powerful. I own it. I don’t have to share it just because you think I should. I don’t automatically become your whore on a stick that you can have at your disposal just cause your dick is hard & your feeling confident. Crawl back into your cave of trolls. Looking seems to have become a form of lurking… & sorry honey… but to touch is a bonified privilege that you have not earned.

For the record… ya know another privilege you did not earn? Talking dirty to me or cursing at me or telling me to shut up or demanding either my attention, answer, or compliance. I don’t owe you shit just cause you buy me a drink or pay me a compliment. Just because I may exhibit or express a beautiful, sexual, striking, attractive, alluring, strong, or lovable female presence, doesn’t give any man a right to cross boundaries. Just because a woman is comfortable with her identity, doesn’t give every Tom, Dick & Harry… a green light to drive up onto her lawn & snap a bunch of pictures. Stay in your own lane. Keep your grimy hands to yourself, your creepy comments to the bathroom wall & try your luck elsewhere, buddy.

Wash your ashtray mouth out with soap & take your beer breath to the next bar. I’m not your girl. I’m not your one. I’m not the answer to your dreams. I’m not your fantasy come true. I’m not your third-party solution to your marital problems. I’m not a swinger. I’m not a hooker. I’m not your recreational hookup. I’m not your toy. I’m not your booty call. I’m not sum floozy you can swing your limp dick at or shove your tongue into. I’m not your obsession. I’m not your drug. I’m not your dumping station, punching bag or rag doll. And I’m certainly not your therapist or sex teacher. Get over yourself. What kind of woman would I be… if I allowed any of that? I’d be a clueless asshole… just like you. Next please….

Do me a favor? Take your baggage, issues, dysfunctional emotions, clogged chakras, unresolved past relationships, fraudulent friendship, spiritual desert, anger management, contempt for women, ulterior motives & ill intentions & make like a drum & beat it. Make like a tire & hit the road. Make like a banana & split. Make like a bird & flock off. Let’s just pretend I have a giant mean ex-con bodyguard boyfriend who will wipe that dirty grin right off your filthy face… if you come any closer.

Thanks, but no thanks. I was trying to be nice. But Mr. nice guy went right out the window with the little lady who pretends like your shit is kosher, appropriate or acceptable. Next time you even remotely think… of coming at me in any kind of improper way…. think again. Because…. me & Miss Karma are sisters. We bust egos, break hearts, teach hard lessons & speak uncomfortable truths. Brutal honesty is our forte & vultures & vampires we eat for dinner. Don’t play with fire.

I am one phoenix engulfed in flames that you do not want to mess with. This bitch will poke your eyes out & pan sear your penis. To all the men out there… a word of advice: watch who u cross. You never know who you’re dealing with.

Women come from all walks of life. Many are traumatized, have P.T.S.D., have been abused; assaulted; discriminated against; used; hurt; harmed; disrespected; mistreated; manipulated; cheated on; betrayed; berated; beat; violated; abandoned; abused; oppressed; repressed; scolded; controlled; screamed at; belittled; degraded; damaged; & quite frankly… suffered at the hands of a man.

In neon big bold letters>>>>WATCH WHO YOU CROSS…. gentlemen. Cause u may cross the wrong one. And, it will not be your lucky day.

Written by: JZapparelli

Circa: Summer 2017

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You talkin’ to me?

d010645ad0741cfc29b67f86b71b1f07Im gonna go ahead & out myself. People don’t know it. But, I am actually an undercover Boss. I sit on billions. I am an heir to old money & fortune with a family stamp that could & would have anyone’s head spinning. The mob used to be a real thing. Not just a depiction in the movies. My Grandmothers real Godfather was a well known infamous organized criminal with serious street cred & a valid license to kill. The mafiosos were never a joke. They kinda were the real deal. And, I am a living heiress to their legacy. I am 100% Nahb-la-dawn. Napolitano is my heritage & I am proud of who I came from. And despite the common trendy craze for Sicilians…we are the true dominant brand of Italiano. Don’t get it twisted.

My late father had our house wallpapered with gangsta pride growin’ up. I kid you not.godfather

Not only are we a lovely clean shot between the eyes if need be… but we definitely are the true love makers & heartbreakers of all time. We are the perfect blend of pasta, passion, prayer, pinot & payment. I am either paying you or you are paying me, I am either feeding you or you are feeding me. I am either praying for you or you are praying for me, I am either pleasuring you…or you are pleasuring me & there is no in between area of lack or limitation involved. Both people in the equation are beneficiaries. Both bonded by blood, booze, broads or bank accounts. Both ever sure of their standing. Why? Cause…”I said so.”ac2e4968e9974ef54359c34533f6c06c

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Na, just playin. I am just a little ole me, folks. Well…

And, even though I have many given talents that seem to reveal on any given day…I will remain modest & anonymous. I might gift you some day. Heck, I might be gifting you now with these words.

By no means am I a follower. I am a dreamer at worst, a superhero at best. I will take you places you’ve never been before. I will broaden your horizons. I will make you blush— crush—- & flush out all your demons. Prance around in the middle of the nite with a fly feathered hat & a cigar smoke halo. And there is no tellin what time it is, cause it is always wine-thirty & beer o’clock…& it is always…. time to shine.

We can shine together. Free-style.

Despite edgy appearances…Snoop D-O-Double-G has a golden ticket…believe me. He’s in the Vortex with a capital V…as are many others, friends…

Pay attention.

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noun: vortex; plural noun: vortexes; plural noun: vortices
  1. a mass of whirling fluid or air, especially a whirlpool or whirlwind.

     

    voa-43dmainWith regard to “Ester Hick’s & the channeled “Abraham’s teachings” : The vortex is Abraham’s term for alignment to Source energy>>>

    The vortex is Abraham’s term for alignment to Source energy.  (Or whatever you call Universe, God, All That Is, etc.)

    Being in the vortex means you’re at one with who you really are, you’re feeling fab, and in vibrational alignment to your desires.  It’s represented by feelings like enthusiasm, inspiration, passion, joy, and appreciation.

     

    Being out of the vortex means you’re energetically kinked, not letting in the good stuff you’ve been calling in.  It often feels frustrated, hopeless, fearful, or angry.

    Need I say more?

    I think that about does it.  I must recommend that you stay tuned for more juicy juice. This shizz-azz-le has only just begun. The jump off is officially up in the air. 24 Karat Magic actually…is in the air 🙂 Watch, listen, learn, dream, fantasize, energize, supersize, materialize, micacle-ize-the-magic-here.

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    Um…yea. Pow pa pow pow pow! For now.

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A story about Jack

20150316_174643I had a friend once, he lived in a beautiful loft-like high-rise condo up 15 stories or so…right smack front & center of the beach. Beachfront as they say. Myrtle Beach to be exact. “Dirty Myrtle” as they call it. The gritty Southern twang version of a “what stays in Vegas” underbelly. Myrtle Beach: the Jersey Shore of the South…lol.

3 whole Bike Weeks, an Inlet Coast that stays speckled with local live music venues & Sunday Funday is always spilling well over into the weekdays. Jet skis & jello shots, party boats & casino floats, clambakes & bonfires, DJ’s & dancefloors, fireworks & hot tubs, water slides & wet tee shirt contests…light that underbelly right up in flames. Not to mention the neon girls wearing thong bikini’s strollin’ the strip, flyin’ by on skateboards jiggle jagglin’ what the good Lord gave ’em. It all makes for some saucy people watching. Yessiree-bob…..

Anyway, back to my friend’s beachfront condo…the heavy sliding glass hurricane-proof doors opened out to a balcony overlooking the sea…

The ocean waves crashed practically right down below us, depending on the swell. At night the moonlight was strewn across the ocean waves like a sea of sparkles right in clear view from the kitchen bar stools. He had wicker everywhere, only Pepsi, beer, butter & eggs in his fridge, Stoli Vanilla in the freezer next to sum frozen hot dogs & a cabinet full of Ramen noodles n dog food. He had all kinds of signs hung about, like “kiss me I’m Irish” & “Life is better at the beach”  & also probably upwards of 12 or 20 others, it was quite the collection.

He had a big ole white shag soft & fluffy throw rug by the sliding glass door that one could easily find very inviting. Then for the stoners & stragglers, there was the super comfy crash couch across from the vintage wooden cabinet jukebox that played retro fuzzy recordings of Bob Seger & Foreigner tunes.

I can still hear the waves crashing. It was the background music to life there. All day every day, you had a front row seat to Mother Nature’s bountiful display of Ohm ness…wasn’t I a lucky girl!

We lived together for a brief window of time. He was a good friend. One could say, I crashed at the crib for a bit, when I needed repose. He was my Angel then.

I stayed in the back room with the bunk beds, cause the master had the master. We were buds. And, I was blessed more than ever indeed, to be waking up every morning, to the cool breeze of the blue beach & the shiny sunshine bouncing off waves. Free of charge I might add, with my own key chain & only two daily chores: 1.) walk Rocky the dog. 2.) honor the OCD….lol.

Every morning I would skip down to the breakfast cafe, hop on deck with beachfront benches for some eggs & OJ, the sunrise & slow-motion Reggae. The scent of hot fresh coffee tangled so perfectly with the cool morning salt breeze, it was the sweetest nectar. After only just a few moments of staring out into the deep blue distance, I’d get the Pool-Jones. I would then pounce from the palm tree lined oasis to the pool patio where the 8 foot deep dive down into the gorgeous salt water pool was salacious. Such a sexy sidekick to the sandy dunes it sat right within.

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Yep, that’s right…the condo stood 15 stories up into the sky blue. 15 feet out was the ocean blue. Then 15 stories down was the saltwater pool blue. The perfect place to live. The seagulls were happy. So was I.

I stayed in bikini bottoms. Underwear wasn’t even in my vocab that summer. Tan lines shmanlines...topless it was, if I could help it! I was water-ready at all times & aqua bound most days & most nites even. It was great. Night swimming. Day swimming. Nite drinkin’. Day drinkin’. On a boat. In a pool. At a tiki bar. At the beach. On a balcony, deck or pier, on a towel or a dance floor. In the backseat of a car…oops, did I say that? Definitely, cruisin’ droptop style. And there sure ain’t nothin’ a little healthy Harley ride can’t fix. I hung out. Tough. It was fun. Fun in the sun!

So yea, let me tell ya the real reason I mentioned this cool venture I was blessed to partake of. It wasn’t to brag…lol. Well, maybe a little 🙂

The man I stayed with, we will call him Jack. Jack was a handsome man with a long dirty blonde ponytail, a quik wit & a dry sense of humor who wore surf tea shirts. He was smart, a business owner & kinda jaded by betrayals throughout his life. But he seemed content enough. Livin’ the dream, as they say.

Jack always told me that he didn’t want a girlfriend. He was married once & she took him for a ride, & now that he is older with a thriving little gig, Rocky the grey-bearded royal dog mut & the hottest crib ever (if ya ask me)….who needs the stress or complication of a relationship? …He would smirk & giggle.

“I do what I want, when I want, how I want, with whomever I want, & I don’t owe anyone anything other than a good time on occasion when duty calls…lol.”

“It works for me.” He used to say. “I have friends when I need em, I have the boys to help me run my business, I have a smart & beautiful daughter who is the apple of my eye…& most of all I have my best friend: Rocky the dog…a rescue &  love story like no other. Who needs a wife?”

Check it! The real ROCKY>>>

He’d say…”Companionship is great n all. Good sex is even better. Affection & tenderness is a nice treat once in a while. But this is the way I see it…. remember what Charlie Sheen said?”

And I would say…”What’s that Jack?”

And he said: “Well the courts were sentencing Sheen for using a prostitute & the judge asked him why a man like him would have to pay for sex. So Sheen reportedly replied: ‘I don’t pay them for sex. I pay them to leave!‘ Brilliant, I thought. I’ll– take– that!”

Jack said, “When I wake up in the morning & she is still there…I swat down the stack on the dresser & say: thanks, hon, bye bye now!”

I personally am not a real fan of Charlie Sheen. He’s definitely not your typical role model type. I giggled, but felt offended the first time I heard Jack say that. But, then…all of a sudden, boom! It all became clear. Even sexual deviants have wisdom on occasion, I guess.

So here is what dawned on me…

Let’s revisit the subject of “Prostitution.” I would like to redefine it.

There is a brand of dudes out & about in society, that due to damage, circumstance, profession, preference, age, maturity level, or just sheer independence or choice… that prefer to not have to be engaged or interested or at least, be obligated to be engaged or interested. They might fancy a lady but do not want the bells & whistles. Thee…” wham bam thank you, ma’am, keepin it simple plain Jane Jackson for a nite will suit me just fine“… guy. Yea, that guy

When the few hours are up & the rendezvous subsides, the out of service sign flips on. Jack says: “The action of payment is essentially just like Sheen said….a payment for leaving. The boundaries of a paid timeslot allow both parties to frolic about, be themselves & not have to be concerned with catering to the other outside of it. No expectations exist other than the payment & pleasure. It removes any & all stress, tension, attachment, or tangly emotional ties from the equation.

So…what does “paid to leave” mean actually? The female is getting paid, to essentially keep her feelings at bay. Makes sense, doesn’t it? Since woman are the softer brand of human…it is important for us to know if we do indeed have to practice self-discipline in an area that has always been challenging for us. Getting “paid to leave” gives us that clarity. It makes it perfectly clear that there will be: no strings; no expectations; no emotional ties; no lingering feelings, friendships, or familiarity. It is payment for a fantasy fulfilled without further depth.

68d26d5583d32650705ada54736250c2It is a Rent-a-Lover for a day, hour, or evening & then “clock out, baby, when the gig expires”…with no questions, no lip, no back talk.  No resistance. No drama. No adversity. No disagreement. No opposition. No explanations. No guilt. No apologies. No misunderstandings. No guessing games. We have sealed the deal, & now I am paying you….TO LEAVE. And… that very payment makes it much easier for us to put the kybosh on the crackin’ of the feelings vault, for sure.

It might seem callous or abrasive, but really it’s just rather blunt, is all. It cuts out the coy, beat around the bush demeanor & lays it all right out on the table to be signed by both parties. It’s a contract. It’s a deal. It’s an agreement. It’s fair.  It’s honest, upfront & transparent. It actually makes perfect sense for both sides.

If you are a woman & you can handle the detachment within this kind of sexual connection with a man, then go for it. You may just as well be in a similar position as said gentlemen & would just as well prefer to be “paid to leave.” It is a business agreement that can indeed suit both parties equally if both candidates are on the same page with equal intentions. Furthermore, treating each other with a mutual respect goes without saying.

Neither might have time for a relationship or what not. A woman’s worth is not devalued by the act of payment. the service rendered is actually not the sex, it is the casual non-commitment that goes with it. I can see how honorable it is in a way, that a man feels like it’s only right to compensate a lady for her time & attention if he wants no further commitment past that. He is just being fair, in my book…& honest & behaving accordingly. Props, there Jack…props!

Whereas the one nite stand guy that she met at the bar the other nite who calls her only for booty calls once a week n doesn’t even buy miss thang a candybar…is totally out of line & not acknowledging a woman’s true worth at all. If you pay us to keep it simple, we will. If you do not pay us to keep it simple, we might then end up feeling used, or mistreated if you do not engage, connect or show interest in furthering the relationship. That will create unnecessary static,  conflict & all kinds of issues that can indeed be avoided. if you prefer to have FWB relations only, then compensate accordingly. FWB might not cost you a commitment but it will cost you a fee. Just sayin’…

As long as everybody sticks to the game plan, no one gets hurt. Kinda like a bank robbery. lol. Catching feelings is a no-no in the case of FWB, & should be avoided at all costs, for then the game changes significantly & unless both people start to fall in love mutually, the contract becomes null & void, due to an accidental breach. Otherwise, if they both wanna move it to the next level…FWP (friends with potential) is the next natural move.

The minute the fee is lifted, is the moment two people have decided to go from FWB to FWP. (Friends with benefits to friends with potential) Which can happen.

We are all adults here.

Ladies…some advice: If you are into the NSA (no strings attached) & FWB Sugar Baby lifestyle, it’s all good. But my advice to you, is to find a man you like. Period. Anything less, will leave you feeling subpar. Don’t ever settle.

Gentlemen…If you are going to play with a girls heart…get out of the game.

You have two choices: A.) Be an eligible bachelor who is willing to be engaged & interested with an open heart… or B.) unleash the credit cards & remain anonymously the “Sugar Daddy.” Whatever you do…do not misrepresent yourself, please.

When you approach a hot dog stand…you don’t just stand there looking stupid & expect the food truck guy to guess what you want on your dog. You tell him.

So yea…don’t expect us to guess either. Women deserve to know your intentions. We deserve to know your level of commitment. FWB or FWP. You are either available or not. Indecision is slow poison. Hidden agendas are plain unfair. And, nobody deserves to be taunted with mixed signals. Period.

Jack would say…”watch out kid, for those landmines of red flags!” He often said that I needed to go to “Red Flag School” to learn to spot them better…lol! He said he had the skill to spot red flag city from a mile away. He was a good dude, a great advice giver, & ya know, for such a detached man, he had a very warm heart. I kinda miss that guy…

Let’s mull over some definitions, shall we?

FWB> Not emotionally available

FWP> Open Heart

FWB> Expects nothing other than that each will honor the mutually beneficial agreement with respect & honesty.

FWP> Means there are two open hearts laid out on a table & to go forth & tread lightly, is an understatement. Humans are sensitive creatures & emotions don’t discriminate. Catching feelings is always a delicate subject for a woman or a man.

With that said, it’s only fair gentlemen, to be honest & upfront to any woman crossing your pleasure path. Dig?

Must I repeat that? Cause it’s very simple. It is either black or it’s white in this case. Greyscale leaves too much static & fuzz on the screen of the imagination & leads to wasted time & heartache.

So…state your case. Behave accordingly. We are not a revolving door you can keep walking through over & over again. We are your walkway to satisfaction, freedom & fun, if you know how to communicate like a grown man.

Who likes to watch a black & white Tv with crummy reception? I myself prefer an HD flatscreen. So can you do a lady the service…of wheelin’ in the flatscreen por favor…? It’s a no-brainer really. See for yourself>>

You either take me out & show me a good time, pay my way, my bills, or drop a stack of Bens in my purse pocket…many-100-bills-bundle_77cd5d9b9ae7847a

OR> you choose to meet me halfway with availability, openness, care, consideration, interest, engagement, intimacy & true friendship…& your wallet too, I might add, for all the fun adventures we will end up having together…stock-vector-valentine-s-day-two-people-in-love-holding-hands-cartoon-children-s-drawing-style-series-see-more-68546989

You choose. I will respond.

But DO NOT. I repeat, do not…let us just guess which car you are driving. It’s annoying.

Round of applause for Jack & Charlie. Thanks for the insightfulness.

And thank you… J.L.C.— for being on the fence. It inspired this article.  🙂 (Don’t blush…it’s all good, honey)

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