by Uncola for TheBurningPlatform.com
Jack Climber sat on his kitchen floor and surveyed the wreckage. Closing his eyes he could feel a breeze swirl around his head that felt like a caress on his face. He figured he was feeling the breeze because the evil bastards who just left must have neglected to shut his front door.
He slowly, and very awkwardly, lifted his broken body up off the floor using the kitchen counter to support his weight. Upon surveying the wreckage of what used to be his happy home, he limped over to the front door and looked outside. His once well-manicured lawn now was overgrown with weeds and littered like a garbage dump. There was his mattress laying over his front sidewalk, wet and rotting along with some old clothes that looked to be his neighbor’s and even a small safe rusting in the driveway, its contents vacated long ago.
Slowly, Jack shut his splintered and duck-taped door and tied a little knot of string through the hole where the bolt lock used to be. Then slowly, he hobbled down the hallway before collapsing onto some dirty blankets on the floor in the corner of his bedroom where his bed once was.
Jack Climber was dying. He knew it and at the same time he wished he could turn away from the fact. He had not eaten anything of substance for nine days now and he finished the last of his clean water yesterday. In short a time, he would lose consciousness. The fear of what came afterwards caused him to choke a little and he began to cry. Was there a heaven? Or would it just be black nothingness? He sniffled a little, wiped his nose and began sob uncontrollably. Wasted water, he thought.
How did this happen? Like a DVD movie set to rewind, Jack’s brain went backwards, scene by scene, to a happier time. Was it real? Or was it a dream?
He met Jill on the university campus, near the campanile. He was walking to class when a Frisbee came out of nowhere and hit him hard on the back of the head. It was a beautiful afternoon in early May two weeks before the summer break of his junior year. The day was glorious but not near as glorious as the brunette bouncing her way to him like a graceful gazelle constructed, in part, of Jell-O. She was wearing a short sleeved blouse, jean shorts and smile that seemed to blot out the sun. That encounter was the first of many awkward meetings, some happenstance, some not. Eventually he asked her out and she said “yes”. The rest was history.
When Bill Clinton won the presidential election in the fall of 1991, Jack and Jill were elated. They worked so hard that year on the campaign, they decided to celebrate. They flew to Colorado to do some hiking and camping. It was there, where after a hard day of hiking, Jack took a pail up to a little bluff to grab some water from a mountain stream there. On the way down, Jill jumped out from behind a tree. This startled Jack, caused him to trip and roll down the rocky path to where he hit his head on a boulder. Jill, while chasing after Jack, also fell and rolled onto him in a dusty heap, laughing. It was right then and there with a bleeding heart, and a gaping scalp wound, that Jack asked Jill to marry him. Perhaps out of guilt, she said “yes”.
The next years were a blur. The birth of both his son and daughter. His post graduate degrees, the professorship at the college and then his position in the Department of Education. The big house, the expensive vacations, the summer home, the BMW’s and Mercedes. They were set for life. He was just a decade away from retirement. With his government benefits and pension, he might have even retired a few years early. But now, he was about to die instead. He didn’t deserve this. Any of it.
Didn’t he live right? Didn’t he do what was expected and more? When Barack Obama won the presidency it was the happiest time of this life. Obama was the greatest president in history. The United States prospered under his leadership. Equality and justice were on the rise.
When Jack’s thirteen year old son told him he wanted to be a girl, Jack could not have been more proud. His son was so brave and Jack did everything he could to support his son and others like him. He led his family on various marches, rallies and parades in support of the LGBT community. He even borrowed money from the bank to later pay for the final operations.
When his daughter met Mohammed during college, Jack and Jill were both very supportive before, and after, the wedding ceremony at the mosque. They were also very happy when their baby girl converted to Islam and they wished the newlyweds well, even giving them money when Mohammed took their daughter and the baby back to Detroit. Jack missed her but at the same time it was better than if she met some Christian and lived here in town, married to a close-minded bigot.
But everything fell apart when prejudice, intolerance and misogyny triumphed over the possibility of America’s first woman president. Never was Jack more embarrassed to be an American than during the fall of 2016 and afterwards. Shame on the ignorant Neanderthals who voted to take America back to the 1950s. Hillary Clinton won that election. More people voted for her than Trump. She was a First Lady, a Senator and later a Secretary of State. She had the most experience but she lost to an ignorant blowhard; a typical white male who could barely conjugate sentences with words exceeding two syllables.
Trump’s win marked the end of the nation. His economic policies were so short sighted and destined to fail, it is no wonder he was assassinated. Still, it was too late. The Trump train had left the station and nothing could prevent the financial crash of 2018; which happened exactly the way the Russians intended when they helped Trump to win. It was all part of the plan.
When they came for the Christians and the other deplorable racists and haters, Jack was glad. Where they were taken to, Jack could have cared less. When they came for the guns, Jack said to himself: “Finally. Now we will have peace in our inner cities and all across the land.”
When the gangs started raiding the neighborhoods, Jack was hurt when Jill ran off with that prepper guy, but maybe it was for the best. Better than turning tricks for food like his transgendered daughter did downtown during the beginning of the crisis.
But now, everyone was gone. Everything has been taken.
In the darkening still of the room, Jack closed his eyes. He heard gunshots a few blocks away followed by the tortured screams of women.
None of this was his fault. He didn’t deserve this.
Damn you Donald Trump. Damn you to hell.
It was so close. It could have been beautiful.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OpBRZGuXGX0
Such a heart-warming story.
(Do I really need a sarcasm tag)
The paragraph about the Trump win was almost word for word what my ex said on “The Morning After”.
Brilliant stuff!! Keep it coming, Uncola!
Interesting piece, uncola. I’ve speculated that if trump actually tries to do many of the things he claimed to want to implement, they would JFK his ass and garden variety neocon republican Pence will be in charge, and thats not what I want. Now they say he is getting into a spat with the CIA, and I don’t think anyone here needs a reminder of what happened to the last president that did that.
The story wasn’t perfect – but good enough. Better to keep it short for the dwindling attention span. You gotta read between some of the lines, too. But I probably don’t need to provide an instruction manual for TBP readers. Just for the people like Jack.
But why is it that Jill got it, and Jack did not?
Enjoy the rest of your weekend, TBP’ers!
cry me a river
“When they came for the Christians and the other deplorable racists and haters, Jack was glad. ”
One should not make light of a future that is actually extremely likely to occur. If they off Trump, the blowback could be so bad that nationwide gun confiscation could result. Muslim and latin american invasion would definitely result, paid for by money printing to boot.
Maybe in your city/town/neighborhood.
The buck stops here with 5.56 and 7.62.
7.62 wont stop tanks. Which is exactly what they’ll use to take all the farmland so they can feed their liberal hordes in the sanctuary cities.
Abbatis will stop tanks. Well, someone has to come out to hook up the trees to pull them loose. Then you shoot soft targets, for you always overwatch obstacles.
Besides, tanks can’t cross a river if there is no bridge.
(hints from a former combat engineer)
Jill ran off with that prepper guy . . .
🙁
I was captivated until I was about 1/2 way through (about the ” But now, he was about to die instead. He didn’t deserve this. Any of it.”).
Then the SHTF.
I wanted to barf watching the utopia vid by Microsoft. Should have shown Musloids raping and sawing off some heads for reality.
Seems that the fantasy world heaped on youngsters hits a wall around college time and they start getting an influx of world reality – and they explode.
Uncola,
Great bed time story. Had me grinning from start to finish. Then I watched that damn video. There is something about too much propaganda in the evening that gives me bad dreams. Maybe if I read the story over again….
BTW – I would like to make a proposal to you, HSF, Stucky, Robert and Jim (am I missing anyone who writes original stuff that is featured here regularly??). No matter how hard I try I cannot catch all of my spelling and grammatical errors. It is frustrating. I’d like to clean my stuff up a bit more than I alone am capable of doing. I would be happy to edit in exchange for editing. I am not suggesting we change the structure or content of one another’s writing but simply offer proof reading services to each another. I am enjoying the writing again but don’t like posting pieces with errors which have to be fixed after they have gone live.
If you or any of the others listed above are interested in working together Jim has my contact information. He is welcome to give it to you or the other regular contributors if anyone is willing to reciprocate.
Get the Grammarly plugin for your browser. Works wonders.
http://www.grammarly.com/
PS – I hate myself for suggesting technology over human things. Sorry about that.
Don’t hate yourself silly. You offered a great tip.
Lol. Yes. I’ve never heard of it before. I’ll try using it on the next piece and see how it turns out.
That’s a nice offer FM and a good thought. I just reread it and found 2 typos: a word jumble / inversion and a “this” that should have been “his”. Am also going to check out the “grammerly” link as well.
When they came for the Christians and the other deplorable racists and haters, Jack was glad. Where they were taken to, Jack could have cared less. ~ from the story
I, like others, hate to be a grammar Nazi, but this faux pas always sticks out to me as it is a frequent mistake. I always say to myself when I read or hear people say it that if he could have cared less then perhaps he should have. I’m sure that most here couldn’t care less though. Not as egregious as the “lose/loose” error that is so inexplicably common on the internet. Seig Heil…. :>)
“could have cared less” (phrase) is best struck from the
(colloquial) vocabulary altogether. As well as “irregardless”
altho I do not see that here very often. My friend made up
a word, “disclude” which we all think is cute. She is a U prof.
I made up one years ago that my wife and I use as a tongue in cheek joke ( but both of us agree it would do well added into a lexicon)–gription–a rubberized or textured surface whose resistance to slippage in a human hand enables a good grip.
I like “anticipointment.”
That “lose/loose” deal mystifies me completely. Suddenly it was ubiquitous in the writing of adults who seemed spontaneously to switch long after finishing college. “Gobsmacked” is another sudden mysterious arrival. It’s a Britishism I think and not witty at all. Why?
Although, considering that this is a narrative…”could have cared less/couldn’t have cared less” is a well known and documented bit of Anglo-Americanism (rather similar to the Yiddish “I should be so lucky!”). It’s been around for at least 100 years.
As such, it isn’t that egregious — as it points to the origins of the English language as a spoken, not written, one (which is the cornerstone of its resilience and adaptability…and also its often perplexing grammar/spelling rules).
So, in a critical analysis or research, no. But a narrative? Why not?
Because it rips the reader out of the story, since it is exactly backwards to what the character actually means.
Jack cared as little as possible, he could not have cared less.
What the heck is “he could care less” supposed to mean? 20 years ago I was out to lunch with my father, and I said “I really couldn’t care less.” He got quite excited.
“Is *that* how it is supposed to be said? Because *that* actually makes sense, and I’ve always wondered what the heck people meant when they said they *could* care less!”
Right. And that is why it matters.
FM,
I have never felt like I misunderstood a damn thing you have written. That said; If y’all wanna get together- so much the better. Typos and mis-spellings don’t usually bother me much, but when ZH picked up one of your articles and credited it to Francis Mario… well that pissed me off.
I hope Tyler(s) apologized.
No he didn’t – but then if proper acknowledgment was important to me I’d write under my own name and not a pseudonym. It’s the message that matters to me the most these days. In fact, outside of this joint, I prefer to be left alone. INTJ all the way….
FM
Thanks again for making offer. I was wondering if that could be extended to me. I am currently in a 12 step program to cure my deplorability. Soon I hope to be free of this urge to be as flash says pugnacious. See I am not even sure if I spelled that right.
On very serious note I think some editing and input from a professional would help a shlep like me step up my game. Others too! This newly discovered love of writing is a great outlet for my ideas. I am not certain how much I could add as far as editing goes. More than likely I would be the pitcher reading a newspaper in bullpen that never got to play. Seeing as the manager knows intuitively that this satchel is wild and prone to throw high and outside.
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I do have an idea for piece. I can’t get the image from that link in HSF piece out of my mind. That dinner and performance art piece that Will Farrell went to a while back done by Maria Abromovich.
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I can’t help but think Jack and Jill were just small sacrifices in this game played. They being metaphors and the cake real life.
And this picture floating in the ether of the neurons that constitute my brainwaves has George Soros somewhere singing this song. Remarking to his underlings the scent of the depravity and how good everything tastes. Screaming with delight.
Du riechst so gut!
I love that video! Thank you so much.
German is NOT a romantic language, but the
singing came close.
Thank you Suzanna
It is my pleasure. I am fascinated with German music. Listening to it I can hear the echo of the common root that Language has with English. You are right, it is definitely NOT a romance tongue. But it does seem to work well for that type of video. Dark and brooding, it seems to fit the mood and underlying evil that seems too common at this time. I had been thinking about writing something for past couple of days. That short post by HSF that linked to pictures of that “party” was disturbing in it’s supposed innocence. But lately I have been more inclined to lurk in comments. I do strain to try and add something interesting as content.
So
How can this world let this man George Soros carry on what he is doing with impunity.
A person who has been proven to be Nazi.
A man who has stolen money from condemmed Jewry.
A vampire in our midsts.
That party was just a blood offering to their evil Lord.
What is most sad is it is the so-called “fake news” that exposed this for all to see. When I watch that man riding on horse I can’t help but see that it is Soros that is hunting some prey.
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Rob,
No problem. Jim has my Francis email and you get it from him. Be warned – I am not an expert. I’ve just learned it is easier to catch other people’s mistakes that it is your own.
Note to original content contributors:
Your work individually and collectively is excellent for TBP.
There is an occasional error, but that is what makes the work
lovely, and human. No dis intended FM, your offer is valid.
This is pathetic – as if Hillary was some pillar of virtue who would have extended the Utopia of Obama’s days.
Plenty of people who were not too racist to vote for Obama opposed Hillary, for a multitude of valid and necessary reasons.
Better times cannot come until the Democratic party that betrayed its natural constituency has been superseded by a true populist party.
BTW, Uncola,
that is a great bit you have written. Thought provoking.
The irony is, most, or many of us, just want to be left alone.
There is little interest in restructuring society, and human behavior,
to meet some theoretical ideal. But we know, we understand, it is
no “utopia” (hate that expression) that is sought…but rather a hell
on earth. The big $$$$$ boys DO think the majority are useless eaters,
and they will not rest until we are destroyed. Or they will die trying.
I’ll do it for 50 bucks.25 a day per diem.I don’t edit on weekends.
If you don’t want to pay for my expertise then I suggest El Coyote.He is happily loafing around doing nothing important.
The video did it. My next move is to Linux.
You TBP’ers really DO create your own realities, don’t you?
This is a true story.I know Jack,He worked for a internet company in the 90s and lost his job in 04.
Jack has some good fortune,he got a job at Starbucks and it took 10 years to destroy his savings.Too bad Jill left him for the plumber and leaves Jersey for Pa.
Oh, how sweet. FEMA camps for everyone. Yeah sure. Monkey boy woulda done it if he could. If they stop Trump it’ll be War for sure. We are Legion. They are fags, failed genes, stupid and weak. Turkey Shoot, and done. Third Reich 2.0.
We had Weimar 2.0. What else did you expect after? It doesn’t matter what you think. History is rather consistent. It may not repeat exactly, but it rhymes with reasons.
Great story that is told in just a few pages. Haven’t brought myself to watch the video,why crash what little Christmas spirit I have left! The lesson I take from the story is education of the main characters of the story is hopeless. It makes me wonder if there are any willing to listen and stop devouring the lies of the MSM. The lines have been drawn and there is not much time left. Prepare for the inevitable and treasure your families and what freedom that remains.
Nice imaginative story, but the picture depicting a home proudly flying the flag and the Cherokee would be at odds with the character of a pos. like Jack .
Substitute a Prius and a refugees welcome banner .
Also no “raider” worth his salt would let Jack off so lightly .
A more realistic scenario would have been to burn him in the remains of his home or to gut shoot him and leave him in the middle of his trash strewn lawn for the tender mercies of feral dogs and crows … No more than Jack deserves .
Jack and Jill went up the hill to change the country but good ! And so the change we warned against rolled down the hill crushing all who dared to take the pill ! The pill was truth the hill a lie that comforted all who believed !
Let’s hope the secret service is up to the task to stop the enemy within our own system . JFK recognized that enemy and sadly too many have become dependent on the false abundance of funny money and that perpetual lie that destroys what was suppporting all Jack and Jill surveyed from that hill . To bad that our politically correct socially liberal couple had not both received a few more hard knocks to the head , just to get their attention !
As for the film , the Gates foundation like most billionaires club ideas are full of shit , to bad so many people swallow it !
Spoiler Alert
For those of you who missed the point, the story is tongue-in-cheek.
I was expecting a punch line at the end but was glad when it didn’t come because it exposes the ignorance of the progressives.
Like believing that the Daly Show is real news.
Here’s the message of the author: (speculation)
It’s the loss of a moral compass that leads to societal decay.
Indeed. And also the hypocrisy of the so-called “tolerant left”.
BTW – speaking of the typos. It is no excuse but I wrote that on a laptop which I never do. In retrospect, I see the typos are legion. The funniest (to me) being “Duck-tape” instead of Duct-tape (although there is a Duck brand of duct-tape!)
Anyway, as I have stated before, it is the ideas that matter more than the monikers, avatars and even the typos. The Z-man never seems to fix his typos but I always admire how his ideas and perspectives shine through.
That said, I will try to do better. On TBP I can’t fix anything once Admin makes it live – but on my own blog, I always try to fix everything for posterity and even improve the wording and sentence structure in some cases.
What I enjoy the most though is the comments here on TBP. Even the negative ones. This place is a process for me and I never cease to be amazed at the fresh angles (i.e. lines of thought) this place will generate at any given time on any given post. Thanks for that, people. I appreciate it very much.
Duct tape was originally named “Duck” tape and originally only came in green, not silver.
Duct tape was originally invented by Johnson & Johnson’s Permacel division during WWII for the military. The military specifically needed a waterproof tape that could be used to keep moisture out of ammunition cases. This is why the originally Duct tape came only in army green.
Regards
Uncola
I think you are being a bit hard on yourself. As far as trying harder I really think you are doing yeoman’s work with all the stuff you are posting. I am constantly amazed at how fresh each article is to read for me.
Love what you are doing. You are inspiring me to write even if like I said above I am part of bullpen slogging middle inning relief in the comment sections. Who knows maybe I will spring another posted article soon.
For now just want to thank you.
Keep on keeping on.
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You are not alone in the typo department. We all do it. The content is more important and the comments, good and bad, make it more enjoyable. I’ll try the grammar thingy next time but if you want to send stuff for proof reading first you are welcome to. I have the time most days to go through it since so much of my day is spent parked in front of a monitor as it is.
Not trying to blow smoke up anyone’s ass here (especially not here) but there is a lot of writing talent on this site. It is the first place I come each morning outside of work and I come primarily for the original content and the fun stuff. TBP is becoming one of the best sources on the web for what we do. If guys like you and I and Jim and HS and others keep going at it then more will be drawn in to do the same. The load becomes lighter, the content more original and the blog just keeps growing and getting better.
Eventually we’ll be #1 and Jim will be wealthy beyond his wildest dreams and able to retire to a tropical island and run his media empire from a beach chair with his own private wifi connection while sipping girly drinks with a little umbrella in them. Just think – all of this can be made possible because I caught one of your spelling errors…. dare to dream Uncola, dare to dream!
My future:
Ha, ha! Made me laugh. But seriously, I was thinking the same things. This place is turning out to be the funnest little spot on the web (grammar faux pax intentional for ironical and humoristic purposes.)
Frances, I know you once compared TBP to the ancient intellectual schools and representing what “education” should be like today for our kids (paraphrased). I, once, under another moniker here, claimed TBP is akin to a Greek Tragedy whereby some players post and comment and then return to the audience only to return again in a constant war between Apollo and Dionysus raging within the duality of human nature. (Or something to that effect.)
In any case, I learn much here. Additionally, it is a place to vent anger and test concepts.
In retrospect, I was thinking I could have made the Jack and Jill characters into an ongoing weekly or biweekly series relating their perspectives to daily headlines as they remain under the influence of the “blue pill”. Talk about “tragedy”. This might have been entertaining for TBP readers as well as being somewhat cathartic for me because I engage with these people every day. Unfortunately, I killed Jack off above (oops). 🙂
Regardless – posting (and reading) essays, articles and comments here is like medicine to me and much healthier (in my case) than Seagrams. Overall, I am extremely grateful for Admin’s efforts as well in maintaining the venue.
PS – also -before I forget – thanks RINS for your comments above too. They mean a lot to me. “Certified Fresh” has always been my goal. 🙂
http://www.jewsnews.co.il/2016/08/06/media-silence-isis-muslim-captured-in-detroit-with-grenade-launcher-and-grenades.html
KaD,
Thanks for the link…but my first reaction is that
“Jew News” and Facebook/weapons purchase/FBI
discovery = fake news propaganda. The creation
of confusion, and fear, are primary goals of the
evil ones. FBI stories may be cartoons for all they
are worth, clever pictures of BS.
Just actually watched the video. Wow. I use apple already, but i highly doubt they are any better. Its unfortunate that disgusting leftist nonsense permeates nearly everything in our society. Don’t want to give these multinational conglomorates your money because they end up, in a round about way, using it against you? Check out their competitors, they probably do the same thing and worse.
http://www.breitbart.com/big-government/2016/12/11/mexican-illegal-alien-deported-eight-times-charged-fatal-hit-run/?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=social
http://www.breitbart.com/big-government/2016/12/02/kellogg-foundation-gave-big-to-soros-organization-tides-foundation/
Excellent bit of fiction Uncola. I enjoyed it immensely because I love doom porn, but reality is, there’s a flip side to this coin, and just as likely.
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One can only dream. Glad you are back, Flash.
I recently went a few states south for a short trip and the folks I interacted with are precisely the “bitter clingers,” “deplorables,” whatever the left/Obama/Hillary wants to smear them as type of people. Friendly, extremely polite (I used “sir” and “ma’am” more times during my short stay there than I end up doing here in the Yankee north in at least 1 or 2 months’ time), humble people.
Those folks knew their Constitution, their history, and they definitely knew their firearms extremely well. After living up here for so long and having a social network where most vote Democratic, to be exposed to this type of people was refreshing.
This gave me hope – it was a glimmer of the real, red-state America that the liberals in New York City and other large centers either pretend does not exist or that they shamelessly condescend to. And those folks will certainly not end up as Jack did.