Trump hearten by Britain vote

Donald Trump is invigorated by the British vote to leave the E.U. The backlash vote was to close the borders and allow British to determine their own future, however rocky it may be.  In his campaign to become the next President his slogan is "Make America Great again" what he is really saying is "Make America White again" trying to return to the past where white males reigns supreme. Women, other religions, different colored people will all become second class citizens if he can have his way. He will get most of his way as the Republican controlled Congress gives him what wants in return for giving them what the want. I see a dark and unsettled future for the USA if he is elected President. He just might pull it off, his main opponent is strong establishment candidate. Americans are sick of the establishment and want a changed even if it means electing a racist, bigot and angry man that is quick to explode. Don't worry, he will get World War three started in one of his outbursts. He tried to sound Presidential now with new campaign manager and read straight from a teleprompter to keep him from saying something he should not say even though he seems bored with the speech. The true Trump will emerge once again as he tries to fire up the voters after he has the official nominee of the Republican Party. They Republican establishment is trying to rally around him, somewhat but they are worried He will return to his true self on the campaign trail and cost them the majority in Congress. They are building super amounts of cash to ensure it doesn't not happen and know that the weeks just before the November election they will flood the airwaves with untruths and other propaganda to get their candidates back into the do Nothing Congress.
Talk back, I'm listening as always. If you disagree, just say so but this is my current take on American politics.  

President Trump verses our Allies and Media

Our allies will be holding their breath, taking a wait and see approach, once Trump takes office. Our Muslim allies know they can expect nothing from him except hatred. President Trump will try to get Congress to agree to back out of NATO and other alliances that don't bow down to him when he withdraws our forces leaving them to shoulder the burden of protecting the free world. Putin will smile with glee seeing the USA withdraw into itself. China will see America taking the adversary role against China ending all trade agreements forcing American companies to bring back to the USA work they had shipped overseas. That might not be a bad thing but will further damage American relationship with other countries. 

The Washington Post found out the hard way why not to report the truth as it is but the lies Trump expects everyone to believe. News media will learn the hard way that reporting the truth is not what President Trump wants and if you cross him, you will find yourself shut out of being an acceptable new service at the White House. He will try to control what is printed, reported and what goes on the wire services. He might even try to get the licenses of anyone telling the truth about his actions, revoked while he strangles the freedom of speech. President Obama has tried to keep the flow of information to the news services down to a minimum, she should take lessons from Trump because he will take it to a new level unheard in America since the political bosses ran the conventions from back rooms making deals that decided American Politics. 

Talk back, I'm listening. If you disagree, say so but this is how I see America under President Trump with a Republican Congress that is willing to give him what he wants in return of giving them what they want.  

President Trump's America

Hours after being sworn in as America's President, Trump will issue his first Executive order stopping the issuing of any entry visa to anyone of the Muslim faith into the USA. Congress is too busy repealing Obamacare to tackle this subject right away but they will leave in tact the provision requiring every American to have insurance allowing the Insurance companies that support them to gouge the American people or collect more penalties into the Treasury without raising any taxes. Next President Trump will require all mosques to be monitored (constant surveillance) and anyone speaking out or demonstrating against his policies to be held under the Patriot Act to silence them.  Large collection of Muslims in one community must be patrolled by the local police and treated as second class citizens. 

President Trump's next move will to resend any Executive order of Obama and begin wholesale round up of illegal aliens in the entire country with special attention to those of Hispanic origins. Not having enough I.N.S. agents, he will use troops to make this go faster. Unable to get government or private funding of the wall between Mexico and the USA, he will come up with a unique plan to use the illegals to build the wall and have each state fund the projects.

The third priority on his list will to repeal or replace all Civil Right laws having selected the ninth justice on the Supreme Court, he knows his actions won't get reviewed for years. Women, Hispanics and Blacks will find their rights will be steadily taken away making them second class citizens once again along with the Muslims. Voting will be so restricted to deny them the rights they held before that most will give up voting allowing Trump's party to remain in power for many years as he transforms the USA back into the dark ages. 

My next post will be "President Trump and our allies" next week.

Talk back, I'm listening, if you disagree with me say so! 

Plumbers and Other Lovers-Four Short Tales of Love, Lust and Leaky pipes by Spencer Dryden-Guest Post

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Title: Plumbers and Other Lovers-Four Short Tales of Love, Lust and Leaky pipes

Author: Spencer Dryden

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Publisher: Fireborn Publishing

Cover Artist: Brenna Lyons

Release Date: 5/13/16

Heat Level: 3

Pairing: M/F

Length: 100 pages

Genre/Tags: Erotic Romance, handyman, plumber, humor

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Synopsis

Plumbers and Other Lovers is a collection of four short stories about skilled tradesmen who stumble into romantic encounters in the course of their everyday, blue-collar lives. There is a tale for each season, beginning in summer with "Summer Heat"; on to fall for "Love Above See Level"; into the cold of winter with "Then, One Frozen Christmas Eve"; and finally, spring's "The Accidental Gigolo". It's four seasons of love and lust among leaky pipes. You won't find alpha males, billionaire bad boys, or self-destructive egomaniacs among Spencer Dryden's leading men--just ordinary guys who are drawn into the orbit of some enticing women. When the lights are out, the heat is off, or the pipes are leaking, these are the kind of guys a woman wants to see at her door: real men with tools and talent--and some smoldering sexuality. There's humor, tenderness, and plenty of heat in these stories told from the tradesman's point of view. Dryden's breezy style makes for easy reading, something to pass the time while waiting for the plumber. CONTENT ADVISORY: Three of the stories are re-issue re-release titles.

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"We require a deposit of three hundred dollars on all air conditioning repairs," I said, trying to assert my authority, but my resolve to enforce company policy was eroding fast. Where did this fantasy start? With her pale blue eyes raking over my body? With her sumptuous lips begging to be kissed? Or the rock hard nipples of her perky breasts pushing out on her sweat stained T-shirt? Actually, I do know, and she knew, too. Honestly, I'm trying to raise my sights, but when my cock goes up, my field of vision goes down. Tracy had me had "hello". She eyed my name tag, then smirked. "Roach. Are you the kind I step on or the kind I hold with a tweezers?" I've heard the tease so many times it bounced off without producing the rise she was probably hoping for. "It's Dave, Dave Roach." "Don't you usually use the first name?" "My bosses are a bunch of old pot-heads. They think it's funny." Another technician, Donny Tierney, turned the job down, so dispatch sent it to me. From the moment I saw her through the eye of my surging cock, I was fondling and licking those nipples, making them stand like little chocolate confections atop the small, firm mounds beneath, then hoisting her gymnast's body on to my oaken shaft, ramming her furiously while she moaned and panted for more. My mind is easily diverted by flights of fantasy. Tracy was pushing all the launch buttons, but there was a job to do and I had to find a way to do it in the midst of a heat wave. The heating and air-conditioning business thrives on cold snaps and heat waves. We have them both in Minneapolis. We encourage people to plan, but truthfully, it's a business built on failure--the inconvenient failure of heating and cooling systems. The Grand Opening Tonite banner over the windows of the old two-story, storefront building told me this was one desperate woman who had called. The nicely restored bar/grill was stifling from the heat and stale from the lack of circulation. My mental cash register was ringing even as I was wondering if she was a natural blonde. I am sympathetic to tales of woe, but the company has been stiffed so many times, it's turned my bosses into hard asses. As I stood in front of her, reciting the prepayment spiel, watching hope drain from her slumping body, something touched my heart. Actually, it wasn't my heart, it was my cock--beating back rationality, as I fantasized about what I would do with her. While she was telling her tale, I had my face buried deep in her pussy, lapping her juices like a man dying of thirst. She handed me a cold beer, the will-bending elixir of male life. Drinking on the job, another taboo, she had me on the ropes. "I've put every last cent I have into this place," she said with fierce pride. "Don't you have a credit card?" "Everything is maxed out." "This is a bar, you've gotta have cash in the till." "I can't tap that or I won't have enough to make it through the night." Noticing I was transfixed by her breasts, she draped a long bar towel over her shoulders, obscuring my view. "Can't we work something out? I'll be good for it. I've just got to get the AC going or it's going to ruin my grand opening tonight." I looked her in the eyes, silently trying to assert my authority. Then she went totally female; the tears started to pool in those mysterious blue orbs and her lower lip began to tremble. Even her breasts were pouting with the small heaving in her chest. I was a dead man. "Well, let's go take a look, maybe I can get the compressor running and buy you some time." She squealed with joy, ran around the bar, and planted a big, wet kiss on my stunned lips. Her mouth was juicy, her lips soft, but her kiss was urgent, promising much more. She broke off with a soft moan before I could open my mouth. "Let's go see that hateful thing," I said, gulping the last of my beer. She grabbed my arm and cradled it between her breasts--a sensation that went right to my groin. "Wow, you're like made out of steel," she said, sweeping her breasts across the arm she held. I knew what she was doing, but it was working. She started toward the back door, my arm tightly clasped against her. It was like leading a lamb to the slaughter. "I'm going to need my tools." We did a U-turn and brought my diagnostic pack from the van around to the back of the building. I shook my head when I saw the unit. Everything about it said old and in need of replacement. Without shade, I was sweating in no time, as I struggled with the corroded cover bolts. She stood right by my side, using her towel to wipe the sweat off me like a corner man in a boxing match. Each time she lifted the towel, I got a peek at those firm wet mounds beneath her shirt. My groin ached from the unrelenting erection.

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American Politics-Beginning of my series America under President Trump

Now wait a minute you say, "The election is Months away!" The Republican establishment laughed when Donald Trump announced his candidacy saying "he could never win" but they failed to listen to the rank and file Republicans that voted for him in swarms. They were sick of the Republican establishment that shut down the government and failed to do their jobs. Instead were perfectly happy to maintain a gridlock and spend all their time suing the President or taking other issues to court. They wanted to get rid of Obamacare but offered no alternative. The rank and file were only against the provision that forced everyone to have insurance. Americans just don't like being forced to do something or pay a penalty. They do like the fact that preexisting conditions can not be used to deny you coverage. In my state, last election, the rich bought themselves a Senator and this election looks like they will buy more seeing how easy it was to defeat the incumbent by tying him to the hugely unpopular Obamacare. So they will buy more Senators and Representatives knowing even though they won't own President Trump, he will have to deal with the Senators and Representatives they do own. The Establishment of the Republican Party is rushing to get behind Trump knowing he will be our next President even if he is a bigot, racist, con man and believes women should be seen and not heard. He would like to see us step back one hundred years. I know that you say this could never happen in America but, it will if events continue just the way they are going. The Democratic nominee has too much baggage to win. She is the establishment's preferred candidate but people trust her even less than they do Trump. (Most Republican voters feel they can overlook his bigotry, racism and hatred of non-white people, at least we know where he stands and can over look those attributes).
Sorry about going off post to my usual followers but I felt this series was more important to the future of America. Our President is not only the President of the USA but is the Leader of the Free World.
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Neil's first date in seven years.

Neil was ecstatic as he watched Denise walk away after asking him to go dancing after her shift ended. Neil didn't even set up his laptop as he normally did on Friday night, instead he looked at the sloppy clothing he wore. His pullover he bought at the thrift store and his baggy pants that clashed.
Neil decided he had to go shopping, he couldn't take her out dressed as a bum.
"I'll be back by ten," Neil said as he handed Denise the money to cover his check and a little extra.
"I'll be ready after I change," Denise gave him a wink and swayed away.
Neil grabbed his laptop, exiting the restaurant in haste. Driving to the nearest mall, he went in. He bought a western shirt that buttoned up and a new pair of jeans. He would have to wear his shoes instead of boots, boots were too expensive. Neil didn't like hats so he passed on that purchase as well.
Taking his new clothing back to his bachelor apartment, he quickly showered, shaved and trimmed his mustache before he dressed. Feeling he was at least presentable, he headed out to his car.
Stopping by the ATM, Neil picked up an extra hundred out of his account. He arrived at the restaurant five minutes to ten.
Denise looked him up and down, then smiled while pointing at the counter for him to sit there and wait until she finished her shift and dressed.
"I'll have a cup of coffee," Neil said to Jennifer, the other waitress. She grinned at Neil then glanced over at Denise cleaning up her station from the last customers.
Neil's jaw dropped at 10:25 when Denise came out of the bathroom. She was drop dead gorgeous, her sandy blonde hair shimmered from beneath her tan cowboy hat. He noticed her boots matched her hat and her jeans hugged her curves in all the right places. Her cowgirl shirt looked like it was made of deerskin and her belt buckle had a wolf howling at the moon.
Neil felt under-dressed but her smiling face wiped any doubts he had about going dancing with her. She seemed to approve of his attire.
"You look fabulous," Neil said while he hastily stood up and threw a couple of dollars on the counter.
"Thank you," Denise paused next to him. To Neil, her smile was genuine, not the one she wore for customers.
Denise started walking toward the exit carrying her work clothes and shoes in a bag. Neil quickly followed and stepped ahead of her to open the door for her.
She knew his car, heading straight for the passenger side. and pausing outside to allow him to open the door for her. Once Neil had the door open, she tossed her bag in the backseat and climbed in. He closed the door and rushed around the car to enter himself. His stomach was in a knot from nervousness.
By the time he entered the car, she had already fastened her seat belt, he did the same before inserting his key into the ignition. His hand was shaking while starting the car, Denise noticed. When Neil went to shift the car into reverse, she placed her hand upon his shaking hand.
"I know this is a scary time for both of us, just relax and enjoy." Denise said giving him a grin.
"I'll try," Neil muttered, then counted to himself, trying to relax while backing out of the parking space.
"I haven't been on the town for over two years, since my divorce, so I know how you feel." Denise said trying to calm him. Neil kept glancing at her as he settled down, her grin did the trick.
When they came to the parking lot exit, he glanced at her and asked, "Which way to Country Jacks?"
"Take a left out of here and I will tell you what to do after that."
Besides giving directions, their conversation was lacking on the drive to Country Jacks but they did smile at each other a lot.
Finding parking near the entrance was not available, Neil asked, "Would you like me to let out out near the entrance while I find a parking spot?"
"That would be nice,"
Neil pulled back in front of the entrance and put the car in park. Denise started to let herself out, but stopped as Neil hopped out and ran around to her side to open the door. His gentlemanly manners warmed her inside.
After parking the car, Neil rushed back to Denise and offered her his arm so he could escort her inside. They had a band tonight, so there was a cover charge. Neil paid and they went inside.
Neil had never been inside a place like this before, there were wall to wall patrons with no vacant place for them to sit. Denise clung to his arm so they wouldn't get separated trying to navigate through the crowd. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, laughing, joking creating a fun atmosphere.
Finally they found what looked like an empty table near the dance floor. It had seating for four but two of the chairs were missing.
"This will do," Denise said quickly sitting down, Neil sat next to her, but not real close.
"What can I get you, two?" The smiling waitress asked leaning toward them to hear. She had just finishing serving the table next to them.
"I'll take a tequila sunrise," Denise said glancing at Neil adding, "I haven;t had one of those in years."
"I'll take whiskey and coke," Neil said, the waitress abruptly turned away and disappeared.
 "I used to come here all the time," Denise leaned close to Neil so speak. The noise level was so loud. "Even after the children were born, I used to con my mother-in-law into watching them so I could come here. I just love to dance."
Hearing the music, Neil noted she was starting to fidget and move to the music while smiling at him. They listened to the music until their drinks were brought. Neil sipped a little of his drink but she downed nearly half of hers, grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the dance floor.
Neil wasn't surprised when she took the lead on the floor to teach him how to two-step. She kept him dancing until they played a slow song, then she led him back to the table.
Neil was surprised when she downed her drink, lifting her empty glass for the waitress going by to see. She gave Denise a nod and glanced at Neil, he shook his head no, he was still sipping. Denise tried to pay for her drink but Neil was having none of that.
She laughed and said, "I thought this was a dutch date."
Denise downed half of her second drink then grasped his hand, leading him back on the dance floor. He noticed she was getting a little tipsy, so he steadied her. She kept giggling a lot.
They danced until the band started playing another slow song, "This time I can lead, I know how to waltz." She giggled and let him lead. It felt so good to Neil holding her close, she smelt so nice and as the song progressed, she allowed him to hold her closer and closer until her body was pressed tightly against his. She rested her head on his shoulder from time to time. When the song was over Neil had the urge to kiss her but refrained from doing so as he led her back to the table.
Denise moved her chair over until they were sitting side by side. She finished her drink and flagged down the waitress for another. Neil had his arm around her, she snuggled up to him. Still sipping his drink, Neil was enjoying himself.
Denise downed her drink in one gulp as Neil was paying for it, and ordered another. Neil finally finished his and ordered another. When the drinks arrived, Denise let Neil pay for it but then took him out on the floor, again. He had to hold her close, she was a little wobbly but once the music started, she was so graceful on the floor.
While dancing another slow one, near the end of the song, Neil felt she wanted him to kiss her, so he did. They were still kissing when the music stopped, swaying in each others arms, they were lost in their passionate kisses.
Being the only ones on the dance floor, the band got the hint and played another slow song, bringing all the other lovers out on the floor to join them.
Finally realizing the band had stopped once again when they announced they were taking a break, Neil and Denise made their way to their table, arm in arm, their bodies clinging to one another.
Denise downed her drink while Neil sipped, then he whispered in a seductive voice, "Would you like to go to your apartment and dance some more?"
The look she gave him told him she had more than dancing on her mind. He kissed her another passionate kiss that took both their breaths away. "Sure, if that's what you want."
Her next kiss told him that was definitely what she wanted.
Neil had to steady her on the long walk to the car but the cool fresh air seemed to sober her up a little. He wondered if she would change her mind but she snuggled close to him, touching him on the ride to the apartment. She appeared somewhat sober walking up the stairs to his apartment, still she clung to him and stopped him occasionally to kiss him on the way up.
Inside his apartment, Neil was a little embarrassed seeing his clothes thrown around and on the bed after his hasty shower. She didn't seem to notice as she went straight to the radio and tuned it to a country station while he picked up his clothes.
It was a normal bachelor apartment, one room, besides the bathroom. Denise surprised him by not sitting in a chair, instead sitting on the bed. She smiled when a song came on and she reached out her arms for him to take for a dance. Being a slow song, she got as close as she could to him, breathing hard. Half way through the song, she started unbuttoning his shirt. Neil couldn't resist unsnapping her blouse. He struggled a little with the bra but soon it was skin against skin. Both were breathing heavily as the dance progressed.
Smiling or grinning at each other, they knew what they wanted. Denise flopped on the bed saying, "I need help getting my boots off."  Neil removed her boots, then she stuck up her legs, again, "And the jeans."
Neil removed her jeans and stood there admiring her fine body, she unfastened his jeans before sliding up on bed, allowing him to remove his other clothing while she removed her panties.

Stay tune for the next post titled -Lucky or Unlucky, the story of Neil's life

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Neil's rejoining society after his incarnation and release

 The Third post about Neil Armstrong Andrews before the Marauder came about. We left Neil just getting released from prison and staying at a halfway house. For the first year he was required to wear an ankle monitor so they would know where he was at all times. He was allowed to go to work but the only job available was at a fast food joint. Finally, after working there one year, they decided he was no longer a flight risk. He worked and went to college trying to finish up his degree. Through his Professor, Neil obtained a job as a lab chemist in a chemical company. This allowed him to find a decent apartment and purchase a car. Neil transferred to a named four year college he could afford. Neil's life existed in working and going to college. Everyday he worked, went to the gym after, showered and went to his night classes. His greatest joy was buying a computer and spending hours each night on the Internet. Over time, he came in contact with several scientist's world wide. He loved to debate theories and hear other scientist's thoughts several hours each night and most of his time on the weekends. Neil had come to accept the fact that he would never fulfill his lifelong dream of going to space. After eight months living in his new place discovered the local restaurant he frequented after work each night had WiFi, so he bought a laptop. Friday nights became a routine of eating and discussing theories on the Internet. 

"Don't you ever do anything on Friday nights except look at that screen and type constantly?" Denise asked. Neil looked up at the waitress speaking to him as she placed his check on the table. Neil thought she was attractive, but the ring on her left hand told him she was taken.

Neil grinned at her smiling face knowing she was only being sociable before he spoke. "On Friday's, since I don't have classes to attend, I like sitting here with people around instead of my lonely apartment."

 "You don't have a lady friend to take out on Fridays?" Neil laughed as she added, "Or do you prefer men?"

"No, I prefer women, I was married once but it didn't work out." Neil picked up his laptop turning his attention away from Denise. He wasn't aware of the bitterness of his tone.

"Are you a wife beater or something?" Denise started to edge away from Neil.

"Nothing like that, I almost killed someone that made unflattering remarks about her--I went to prison for that. She divorced me and I haven't seen her since." Neil didn't look at Denise as he laid his money on the check.

Six months later, Neil was once again in the restaurant on Friday night and Denise was his waitress. He noticed that she was no longer wearing a wedding ring when she served his food. Being a creature of habit, he normally ordered the same thing each time, a T-bone steak cooked well.

  Denise quickly served another table before coming over to remove his plate as Neil sat and watched her.

She spoke as she removed his plate so he could set up his laptop. "Did you and your wife have any children?"

"Not that I am aware of, she claimed she was with child but I feel she did that so her parents would accept me, then marriage was annulled. So I have no idea." 

"So you two were only married a short time, did she give you any reason for leaving you?"

"Her last words to me were 'You're one stupid son of a bitch. You had it made then you fucked it up!  I hope you rot in jail.' She might have said more but they were forcing me into the back of the police car and I couldn't hear."

 "It must be hard never knowing if you have a child out there that you will never see nor hold." Denise barely finished her sentence before having to dash off with his plate and wait on another group of patrons.

  For some reason Neil did not set up his laptop, instead he watched Denise, feeling she wanted to talk more. His instincts were right, after taking their orders and serving drinks, Denise came back to his table placing her knee upon a chair before speaking, a usual sign when she wanted to chat. Seeing her hesitation, Neil spoke.

"How are the girls?" she mentioned she had two daughters, Heather twelve and Lori ten in a previous conversation.

"Oh the girls are just fine, they are spending the night at friends--do you have a girlfriend now?" Denise smiled when Neil shook his head "No" and dropped his head in embarrassment of his lonely status.

"Do you dance?" Denise asked as Neil quickly lifted his head up looking at the smiling face.

"A little, I haven't danced in years." The smile never left Denise's face, just expanded hearing his answer.

"Since I'm free, no kids to run home to, how about going with me to Country Jack's and have a couple of drinks, I'll teach you what you don't remember." Neil grinned, "I'll be happy to go with you."

"I get off at ten." Neil felt like dancing on the table. This was the first time since before prison that a woman had really shown interest in him. Stowing his laptop, he watched Denise saunter away donning the biggest smile he had ever seen. Her seductive moves signaled she was happy he agreed.

Tune in next post called- Neil has a date!

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