And Jill Came Tumbling After…

by Uncola via TheBurningPlatform.com

It was morning drivetime in the city and Jill’s mind was racing. She navigated her Cadillac Escalade recklessly from the far left lane into the far right, before coming to a full stop on the exit ramp.  Looking ahead over the multi-colored rows of stalled traffic, she could see the stoplights one half-mile forward at the top of the incline, like tiny dots of red ink splashed upon the cerulean sky.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she said as she stamped her right hand onto the top of her steering wheel three times.

She felt a familiar sense of panic envelope her as she leaned over to glance at herself in the rearview mirror.  “Bad hair day”, she muttered as she carefully readjusted the rhinestone circle hair pin that was now coming loose above her right ear.   With that tightened again and back in its place, she checked her lipstick by squinting her eyes slightly, leaning her head backwards a little and smacking her lips before the mirror with a pop.

As she creeped her vehicle ahead another ten yards, she carelessly reached with her right hand to grab her purse on the passenger seat only to catch its leather strap on her Starbucks coffee cup that was positioned in the cup holder of the center console.  As the lid broke loose, coffee splashed onto the console’s simulated woodgrain accoutrement and her pursed tipped, causing her wallet, and most of its contents, to splay onto the floor by her feet.

“Shit”, she said softly and quickly grabbed a tissue from her purse to wipe up the spilled latte, before hastily reaching down to grab her wallet and whatever else she could of its recently separated contents.  In doing so, she rammed the tip of her nose into the steering wheel, and at that very moment, a loud, long honk shrieked from the car behind her.

She sat up violently, rubbed her nose with her left hand and used her right to flip her middle finger at the driver to her rear. She then laid on her own horn as it released a loud bray before she moved ahead another ten yards and stopped again.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she screamed as she stamped her hand onto the steering wheel three more times in rapid succession.

Her phone rang.  Hitting the push-to-talk button on her steering wheel, Jill said:  “Hey, Lex”, before hearing her divorce attorney’s sanguinely alto voice resonate, via Bluetooth, through the surround-sound speakers of the Caddy:

“Hey, you. How are you holding up?”

“Shitty”, said Jill with a menacing grimace as she adjusted herself on the leather seat.

A few years after her marriage to Jack, Jill met Alexandra in law school. Over time, Alex became a very close friend to both Jill and her husband. But now, this was coming to an end.  The divorce was going to get ugly and Alex made her choice when she decided to represent Jill. “Thank God, we never had kids”, Jill thought to herself.

“I’m sorry, babe” Alex responded, “But HEY! I have some good news.  Jack’s lawyer says you can have the rental property over on Franklin, and he is willing to forego the equity if you agree to relinquish any claims to his company’s future profits in case he avoids bankruptcy and turns things around.

“Hell NO!” screamed Jill.

“C’mon girl,”, cajoled Alex.  “Can’t you give this guy a break? He still loves you, you know.  He wants you back.

“Never going to happen, Lexie.  NEVER! EVER!” Jill exclaimed shrilly.  “I just want OUT!  Why can’t you fucking understand that?”

“I know, Honey” Alex said soothingly.  It’s just that….”

“WHAT?” asked Jill as she turned the Escalade off the exit ramp and headed downtown.  As she accelerated, she could hear the muffled roar of the 6.2 liter, V-8 engine.

After a minor pause, Alex said: “It’s just that…., well….., this is a really good deal.  Jack is being more than fair with you.  Can’t you see that?  I mean really, babe, he worked two jobs to put you through law school.  He bought that house on Franklin with his own money, rebuilt it from damn near scratch with his own hands only to now give it to you as a peace offering.  He is doing this even though we both know he could use the additional income, if not a place to live.  Why are you being such a bitch, honey?  You are getting the house, BOTH cars AND this rental property, while he is living in that shithole over by the warehouse and driving his old rusted out company van.”

“Listen, Alexandria” Jill said curtly, “Do I need to get a new fucking lawyer?  I am paying you to make him fucking SUFFER!  He deserves what he gets.  Everything!  What’s wrong with you?”

“You are hysterical” said Alex. “That man works 70 hours a week trying to keep that company afloat.  He built it up from nothing so you both could have a better future. He cares for his employees.  Can’t you see that?  He can’t even afford to pay a decent attorney to represent him in this divorce! Not only are we screwing him, but he is being taxed and regulated up the ass.  Plus, his competitors are killing him with rat labor and illegals; and you know his health insurance expenditures have exploded under Obamacare. He’s cut health benefits, reduced worker hours, and eliminated coverage for his part time staff.  How the hell can he compete with his overseas competitors or the illegals here working for next to nothing? You need too…”

Jill interrupted:  “Will you quit using the term ‘illegals’! They deserve to be here like anyone else. And if you love Jack so fucking much, then why don’t you marry him?  I want out and he needs to pay now AND in the future. Get it?  If he ever does turn that shithole around, I get half.  Got it?  I deserve it and that fucking xenophobic racist deserves nothing.  He voted for TRUMP!  Did you hear me, Lex?  TRUMP! I gotta’ go.  I’ll call you later.”  With that, Jill hit the button on the steering wheel and terminated the call.

As she navigated the streets downtown toward the parking ramp next to the City Hall building where she worked, Jill wondered if she ever really loved Jack.  Maybe at first.  She met him on a Saturday afternoon while she was attending summer school.  Jill and her roommate were laying out on a sand bar in the middle of a shallow stream near a pedestrian bridge by their apartment, when two boys sitting high up on the hill yelled “beer!”.  She could see they were “townies”, or, local boys who did not attend the university. She could tell because instead of donning golf shorts and Tommy Hilfiger shirts, they were wearing blue jeans with no shirts.  But, it did look like they had a cooler between them, so the girls nodded to each other: “Why not?”

It turned out the cooler was, in fact, a very large kid’s abandoned plastic beach pail full of melting ice and Pabst Blue Ribbon. If that wasn’t enough, when Jill saw Jack for the first time, she stared into the bluest eyes she had ever seen.

Back then, she thought it was love at first sight but now she wasn’t so sure.

They spent that first afternoon together sipping beer, laying in the sun and talking.  Jill loved Jack’s smile and he had such a funny laugh.  Later, when they were down sitting with their feet in the river, Jill sighed and said she was “hot”.  Looking straight at her, Jack smirked, and said: “Yes, definitely”.  Jill laughed, and hit him on the shoulder just as Jack jumped up and said: “But, I know a way to cool you down!”

As he was tearing up the hill, Jill realized he was going for the plastic bucket that was now full of melted ice water.  She immediately jumped up to race him to it, but, in spite of her four years of High School Track, he had too much of a head start.  He got to the pail first and yelled:  “Wet t-shirt contest!” But, just as he was about to throw the water onto her, he tripped into a flailing maneuver that resembled a bad cartwheel, and Jill saw Jack’s head hit the bottom of the hard plastic pail as he rolled downward.  Jill ran to him but she fell too and tumbled right into what became a sunburned pile of arms, legs, chests and breasts. They were both laughing so hard. Jill saw Jack’s forehead was bleeding and asked if he was OK.  He looked at her and smiled.  Oh, those blue eyes!

Jill’s parents hated Jack.  He was from a blue collar family and, in their view, not worthy of her family pedigree.  But Jill had fallen in love with him and they were soon married.

Jack worked very hard putting himself through the community college, and excelled as both an Apprentice and Journeyman. Very soon, he became the youngest Master electrician in the history of the International Brotherhood of Electrical Workers Local # 3.  He bought the fixer-upper on Franklin and, yes, Jill thought, they did have some happy times there.

Not wanting to take any money from her parents, Jack took an evening job teaching certification courses at the union hall in order to help pay for Jill’s law school.

Upon her graduation, Jack and Jill soon became very busy with their careers.  Jack bought into a mechanical supply house and became a successful wholesaler of heating and cooling systems before starting his own manufacturing business assembling high-limit switches and thermostats.

Jill served in the Public Defender’s office for several years and did a stint as a city attorney before becoming a public relations liaison and legal advisor to the mayor’s office.

Upon hurriedly parking her Caddy inside the ramp, Jill thoughtlessly grabbed her things and briskly walked across the skyway into city hall.  She was in a foul mood.  Entering her office, she carelessly threw her scarf, purse and attaché onto the red leather couch to the left of her desk.  She then walked over to the window and stared down into the bustling metropolis below.

“When did he become, such a racist?” she whispered to herself.  “Why does he refuse to acknowledge his white privilege?”

“How could he do this to me?” she wondered. “We were so close to having the first female president of the United States.  So close.  She won the popular vote for God’s sake. But, because of an antiquated piece of parchment with the inscriptions of old, now dead, white, slave-owners written on it; plus, due to a handful of white-hooded, redneck Klansmen voting throughout a few rural counties in this backasswards country, Hillary lost.  It just wasn’t right. It wasn’t fair.

“And to think”, she muttered bitterly, “I have been married to a white supremacist these past several years”.

Didn’t Jack understand how hard she worked to establish genuine diversity in this city?  What about all those she so vigilantly defended against the injustice of a privileged, white, patriarchal establishment?

If there is a God, she prayed, PLEASE strike Donald Trump dead. She could handle looking at Pence the next four years. But not the human Cheeto.

How did this happen?

Didn’t she fight to have the Koran read at various public ceremonies over the last year? And, if not for her, there would be no Islamic prayer rugs over at the taxi company. Didn’t she diligently defend the disadvantaged from a fascist establishment?  How many accused murderers did she help get off with obscure legal technicalities? How many rapists or fathers unjustly convicted of honor killings and genital mutilations? Even alleged wife beaters and child molesters were given protective cover under her purview. She deserved better.

Just then, Jill heard a knock behind her and turned to see the Mayor standing in the open doorway.  She looked upset.

“Did you hear?” asked the Mayor.

“Hear what?” Jill queried cautiously.

“Trump.” The Mayor said angrily.  “He is signing a bunch of executive orders.”

“Fucking dictator!” Jill exclaimed.  “But what can he do? We’re a sanctuary city.”

“Maybe not”, the Mayor said with a concerned look on her face.  “One of the orders cuts off federal funding to cities that ignore established immigration laws”.

“WHAT?” screamed Jill.

“But that’s not all”, the Mayor said.  “He is actually going to build the wall.”

“WHAT?!”

“And”, said the Mayor, “It gets even worse. They are mandating that statistics be published on a regular basis of all crimes committed by undocumented citizens.”

“WHAT the FUCK?!” Jill screeched.  Her face was crimson red and her rage-filled eyes began to glisten with tears.

It felt like she was falling.

Author: Uncola

I am one who has found the road less traveled while remaining a whiskered, whispering witness to the world. I hope what you just considered was worth the price and time spent. www.TheTollOnline.com

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CCRider
CCRider

Did anyone else find this article a waste of time?

Stubb
Stubb

Know your enemy.

TrickleUpPolitics
TrickleUpPolitics

I did. Although “human cheeto” was amusing.

overthecliff
overthecliff

yep

Hondo
Hondo

The article was anything but a waste of time my greatest concern is that it is not fiction

pyrrhus
pyrrhus

It was pretty much a documentary, Uncola just didn’ t tell us the names, LOL

Stucky

Your comment made me so FUCKEN ANGRY (!!!) this morning, you have no idea. (And, it’s not just because you’re the guy who equated my intellect to that of a 6 year old …. just because of a little joke.)

I am equally angry at the 9 people who gave you a thumbs up for your rude and insensitive comment. What is wrong with you people???

It’s one thing to offer up constructive criticism. We (I) did so with Clammy when she first started writing here. Constructive criticism actually is instructive and helpful. Clammy’s writings, for example, improved drastically for the better.

Disagreeing with what someone wrote is also expected. Saying “You’re a fucken moran.” … well, that just brings tears of joy to my eyes.

It’s another thing altogether being an asshole. Your “waste of time” comment is you being a PURE ASSHOLE.

I guess empathy isn’t your strong suit. I guess you didn’t give a second of thought to the time and effort Uncola put into this piece. I guess you felt your comment was so enlightening and deep that you just couldn’t contain yourself. I guess you Just Don’t Give A Fuck. I guess you have zero impulse control. I guess it’s all about you. I guess you can do better.

Speaking of which …. can you do better? I don’t know since you’ve never ever written an original piece. I guess it’s a whole fuck lot easier to criticize than to do.

Lastly, I wouldn’t give a shit about your comment IF the article was written by someone who is NOT a TBP regular. But, when someone we know from TBP writes an original piece at a minimum, I think a modicum of respect should be given.

How about we ENCOURAGE original pieces written by TBPers, instead of tearing them down? Or, if you can’t do so, at least shut the fuck up. Is that to much to ask?

Blessings 👿

P.S. Hey, Uncola …. keep up the great work!!!!

Llpoh
Llpoh

Stuck – I do not read any of the fiction put up here. None. I find it a, well, waste of time. I read the comments, though.

All the fiction makes me wonder where the hell the TBP of a few years ago went. Personally, if I want to read fiction, I pick up a book.

I come for the editorial stuff, the news, the comments, the personal experiences people relate. But not for fiction. It seems reasonable to me that folks make that point if they choose. I agree that the authors should not be disparaged, but also agree that people should be able to say what the fuck – fiction on TBP?

I comment on the comments, sometimes, which I am doing now. But fiction? What the fuck – fiction on TBP?

Anonymous
Anonymous

It is not fiction. That is the point. It is happening all over the country. The divide is real. I know someone who changed doctors because theirs voted for Trump.

Llpoh
Llpoh

Anon – what part of I do not read this stuff did you not understand?

EL Coyote
EL Coyote

LLPOH, It’s not fiction. It may be a dramatization; a story based on true events, a brief respite from the unreality of it all.

Then again, your the guy who disparaged Trump’s personal tweets, so we’re still cool.

I asked the same question when I found myself being out-trolled here. Need I remind anyone that I was on the fringe when the fringe wasn’t cool?

I don’t know what to say. Maybe a wall would work. Maybe Admin needs to check the credentials of the noobs to see if they didn’t sneak in under the wire. It seems we have more partisan commentators and less impartial, critical, cynical observers.

This site has gone full Trump since around turkey day. I’m getting a little tired of the Trump gobblers, those folks that sound like a gaggle of happy turkeys gobble-gobbling every time Trump tweets.

BTW, this is the Chinese year of the cock. I proclaim that I am a cock and not a turkey.

MMinLamesa
MMinLamesa

I sure as hell didn’t. It hits way too close to home.

Maybe you need a dose or two of what a matriarchal society feels like?

Hershel
Hershel

CC Rider I meant to down vote, up voted you by accident. That was a great short story, perfect portrait of the typical lefty western woman.

warts
warts

Quite the contrary CC.

CCRider
CCRider

That’s cool warts. This is the place for opinion. Just what do you think I missed? I couldn’t see the point.

EL Coyote
EL Coyote

Point being that women are bitches. Ungrateful bitches to boot. They are entitled to use a man and discard him when they find another sucker with more money. They want nothing less than to impose matriarchy in the land, a country ruled by the bitches, for the bitches. They want men to crawl, beg them for a piece of ass which they will promptly deny however, they may lick their toes.

I have to give it a little bit of thought on the meaning of the tumbling. It references a nursery rhyme but these two never had kids. That points to a severe lack of coordination, the bitch being too concerned with the world outside when a proper place for a woman is indoors. Looks like Jack was never able to score with his own wife. Bitch must have been saving it up for the mayor.

But you don’t see Uncola’s point because,
a. Your a bitch
b. You voted for Hillary

If Hillary had won, Jack would be sleeping in the dumpster behind his office. Hillerites would make sure that sleeping in his office was outlawed. We don’t know from the details in the story if Jill decided to divorce Jack out of spite for having voted for Trump. I wonder if Uncola was inspired by Goofyfoot’s own experience?

Hershel
Hershel

EC he or she ought to get all that, with their name: CC (Cock Carousel) Rider.

Anonymous
Anonymous

Non fiction?

mike in Ct

After all that, NO HAPPY ENDING ??? WTF??….she should have keeled over out a shoddy city owned window & crushed her Cadillac & killing herself….Netting her soon to be off the hook ex-husband, now a widower, Rich Beyond Belief….The End…mike in ct

Iska Waran
Iska Waran

“She inherited a million bucks and when she died, it came to me. I can’t help it if I’m lucky”. – Zimmy

fear & loathing
fear & loathing

a part II and III would be a riot, thanks

kokoda the deplorable
kokoda the deplorable

yeah for mike and fear….

I expected an ending, and if not, a mention of part 2 in the offing.

Boat Guy
Boat Guy

Fiction best left for children’s fairytales ! There are enough real living people alive and active with these scatterbrained liberal leftist thought processes !

Shinmen Takezo
Shinmen Takezo

As a professional “writer” (allegedly)… all stories have a beginning, a middle and an end.

This story had half of a beginning.

I would have ended it when her purse splayed open, causing her to have a fatal traffic accident–all of this after a meeting with her lawyer and husband screwing the man in court (tossing in onerous child care stipulations)…. before the divorce is finalized. He wins in the end by default.

This ending would have been deeply satisfying.

Yancey Ward
Yancey Ward

Well, it seems to be installment fiction, so an ending isn’t necessary, but I will now predict it eventually ends with the hilariously improbable Facebook raping of Jill by Islamic immigrants.

hardscrabble farmer

People who contribute here feel comfortable enough to experiment and sometimes the experiments work and sometimes they don’t. I remember trying my hand at fables (I was told they needed to be about animals, so there) and they didn’t work as well as the other stuff.

That’s how it goes when you try. Win some, lose some.

It’s the effort that counts.

And wasn’t the QOTD Edison?

“I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’ work.”

As always, I appreciate every contribution even when I don’t agree because at least someone took the time to share it.

nkit
nkit

I was trying to tie this in to the author’s writing of 12-10-16: https://thetollonline.com/2016/12/10/jack-jill-went-down-the-hill/
but it seems as if these are not the same Jack and Jill, I believe. There seem to be too many discrepancies to tie the two writings together unless I am missing something….though it doesn’t appear to be a coincidence either…..hmmm

hardscrabble farmer

It is the same.

Hershel
Hershel

Its not the same HF, in that story Jill left jack for a prepper neighbor. That was also a great short story.

KaD
KaD

In the first story they DID have kids- a tranny son and a daughter that married a goatfucker and moved to Detroit.

nkit
nkit

Indeed KaD, that was my first discrepancy, and despite the fact that they went rolling down the hill in both stories, the circumstances were very different. Also, Jack Climber was apparently an Obama loving progressive leftist while this Jack is a Trump voter. Maybe he saw the light, who knows.

anyoldmouse
anyoldmouse

And here I thought Ayn Rand was the worst fiction writer.

I digress…

Congrats on voting a former Goldman Sachs douche nozzle as El tRumps puppet master.

TampaRed
TampaRed

I’ve said for many years that one of the best things that could happen for the “freedom movement” is for Rand’s books to be heavily edited & condensed-take out the atheism and free love,edit much of her rambling and it would leave a good story with a libertarian message.

Fiatman60
Fiatman60

I thought it was an excellent piece demonstrating the divide between left and right which is widening everyday in America, and will eventually come to a head in the not so distant future.
This piece demonstrates the reality that Jill and her ilk just cannot see…
It was done in a way that there is many more chapters to come.

Ag
Ag

I liked the story,
it is a literary allegory, (two levels of meaning)

Also loved the mighty response from the good monsignor Stucky, to put all the kids in their place.

Kudos Uncola.

Uncola

wow! Tough crowd today! Here is the deal. I almost didn’t post this one for two reasons: 1.) I knew it was subtle, “common” and anti-climatic 2.) Plus, I didn’t think people would like it as much as the first (dystopian) Jack & Jill.

But, I figured it was the freakin’ weekend so what the hell.

Just to clarify any confusion (for which I apologize), this Jack and Jill is a separate couple altogether from the earlier (dystopian) Jack & Jill. I think the fairy tale angle adds a dimension and is kind of fun, but the names “Hansel and Gretel” might have pushed the envelope a little too far. 🙂

I was in a meeting the other night and I could tell an acquaintance of mine was visibly disturbed. His entire visage and demeanor seemed untypical for him. He was very anxious and it actually made me a little uncomfortable seeing him in that state. When I asked him what was wrong later, he unloaded. Trump has destroyed his entire worldview. He seems spiritually sick right now and in truth, I didn’t know what to tell him. If he only knew my position(s) on politics, I believe he would never speak to me again.

So, I guess this piece was me trying to deal with that.

I know many people like Jack in the above narrative. I also know many people like Jill. But I don’t know how to bridge the vast gulf between them. The reason the above story did not have a clean ending with a “bough” on top, is because I don’t know how it ends.

I decided to throw it out there and see what kind of comments came back. I was hoping someone could shed some light on my own confusion. At the very least, I figured it might generate some funny comebacks and it has thus far.

But here is the strange thing. On my own blog, in just one day, it has generated more encouraging e-mails than any other post, except one. One guy read it here and took the time to go to my blog and e-mailed me the nicest comment, then signed off as “Regards from a new fan” with his name.

For whatever reason, I get very few commenters on my blog, but lots of e-mails. This essay above is on track for the most of any post I have ever done. Why? I truly don’t know.

Regardless, I appreciate all comments, both positive and negative. And, Stucky, I swear dude, if I ever meet you in person, you’re gonna’ get a gigantic man hug and don’t fight it because I won’t take no for answer.

prusmc
prusmc

How about an inxependent film maker doing a short for utube?£

Stubb
Stubb

The river refers to the passing of time. The bridge represents separation. The hill, personal struggle and ambition. We are either falling in love or falling apart.

nkit
nkit

What do you make of the seemingly useless bridge support in the middle? What does that represent?

Anonymous
Anonymous

the arched bridge needs no middle support. The center column was most likely for the previous bridge. maybe a railroad bridge was taken down to accommodate a bike trail or something

nkit
nkit

Yeah, thanks…

EL Coyote
EL Coyote

I waited for somebody to answer. The needless bridge is the government and all the other agencies that ‘support’ a marriage with tests, licences, requirements, set-asides, alimony, child support…

unarrode
unarrode

It’s to prevent the bridge from becoming a low water crossing in case Rosie O’Donnell happens along.

iconoclast421
iconoclast421

“But I don’t know how to bridge the vast gulf between them. ”

You dont. One eliminates the other. End of story.

starfcker
starfcker

Unco, Hardscrabble and I both commented on another thread about the joy of listening to NPR this past week. I highly recommend it. It’s radio all jill, all the time. They are truly freaking out.

James
James

Well,Jack should have realized way before marriage their opposing and probably unbridgeable positions ,Jill also failed here.

That said,as she stuck up for Jack while building his business and then he paid her way thru law school they are even.I was Jack would have long ago mortgaged everything to the hilt/given business to me employees/given all other monies to family/friends before Jill along with corrupt court system tried this theft,would not be much for Jack(except hidden gold bought cash!)but not much for Jill either,would have seen this albeit too late when her history with city came out,still,Jill would get nothing.Court ruled she could have my wages for years to come would not work over the table and actually,as someone with nothing to lose would literally consider taking Jill out of the game,hell,no kids,would not let that bitch haunt me for years!

I would still say the same if situations reversed,seen that happen also in court system,hmmm….,perhaps one reason why I never choose to get married!

To those who did not like story,change the fuking channel and stop whining,write something yourself and submit,a lot of “fiction” here gets warm responses,so do not give me the “it’s fiction”argument!

TampaRed
TampaRed

Cola,
I liked the story.Like most good stories,it has characters we can relate to in our own lives.
Start working on the sequel.There were several twists & turns I thought it was gonna take as I was reading so surprise us in Part 2.

EL Coyote
EL Coyote

It might sound like Updike’s Rabbit series.

BUCHED
BUCHED

Women like Jill is the reason domestic violence occurs during the divorce proceedings .

I’ve been through a very similar divorce without the Trump overtones. I sat in amazement as her lawyer told he she was being unreasonable an that if they went into the court with her demands the judge would bitch slap her. It wasn’t until I was able to prove she had committed perjury that we got a settlement done . Funny thing is she got less than I had originally offered at the star of our divorce

iconoclast421
iconoclast421

Jill is exactly why people throw 50 lb dumbells off of highway overpasses. It’s just a shame they don’t find the right target.

Miles Long
Miles Long

Anyone who’s been through an ugly divorce may get some bad seconds of dejavu while reading the story. I certainly did. There were many similarities to my own. The courts, “domestic relations” (in PA) if there are kids, & property laws are absolutely stacked against the man, subtly & not so subtly right down to the magazines allowed in the waiting room. What tickles the shit out me is that, in time, she got everything she ever wanted out of life; the job, the $$, the well to do 2nd sucker… er… husband, the nice house, but from reports is miserable. Living well & having nothing to apologize for is the best revenge. I can smile every day, it just takes some time.

One thing doesn’t quite go with the Jack & Jill thing… or I missed it. Jack may have fallen down, be it temporary or not, but his “crown” is unbroken. Maybe a little bent from the outside force’s blunt trauma, but still intact. Does that change in part 2?

Southern Sage
Southern Sage

Uncola! Shame on you! You left out the part where she wets her panties and chokes to death on her own vomit. That was the best part.

anyoldmouse
anyoldmouse

So your going gay? I don’t have a problem with that..Jus wondering

mangledman
mangledman

I really like yancey wards version, I think we could give her near death experience on you tube and her precious court system slaps their hands and turns them loose faster than she got out of the hospital. Maybe as she thought of her plight and gets some divine intervention or a come to Jesus moment for deliverance. Sometimes miracles do change people, devine intervention, Karma, comeuppins. It was very insightfull and intriguing. How can two complete opposites get by so long not knowing enough about each other? Love makes us do funny things (Alice Cooper) I have heard of partners with different political affiliations, but not for a very long time. I really liked the way it was put together and the sequence of it flowed. The only negative part I can think of about is the fact that it ended. I visited this site quite awhile back but due to location and failure to load I haven’t been here for a good while, but I will be checking in here a lot more often keep up the good work. Swords sharp powder dry

Alex Holloway

Actually it is a War, a War for the minds of the people. Merkel faces a new World order, the Liberals need to come out with all guns blazing so they do……https://www.facebook.com/beingliberal.org/videos/10153634738486275/
If you feel angry after that brain f@#king your normal and if you know the subtle mental control of advertising, you can see the desperation in this! It is frighting and the Nazi party of ’38 would have been proud. The Scum are saying “If you stand against us you are scum”
See how clear thinking, sober and patriotic peoples are denigrated to “Deplorables” that a certain satanic witch branded people who hold the World together. Trump has turned the World on its axis and the Liberals are spining out of control.
I like it!! I like it a lot because I’m proud to be one of the billions of the not so silent majority who does not take kindly to being denigrated as whatever the catch phrase of the day is that brand us as criminals of the thought police.

Brian
Brian

What in the wide world of what the fuck, was that shit??

The vast majority of Germans can’t be that retarded. Or can they?

TampaRed
TampaRed

Did you watch the entire film?
I believe that it is a parody of German society but that at the end they are throwing off their “shackles.”
Since WW2 Germany has been shamed over the Holocaust & her people & institutions internalized the guilt.
Below the surface the people are fed up with being crapped on & they are about to rise up.
We’ll see how widespread this is when their elections are held-if Merkel is reelected I see no future for Germany.

Stubb
Stubb

@ Alex Holloway

I just watched the Facebook link of the German video and it is very bizarre. What is even more bizarre are the FB comments below the video. It appears many of the liberal commenters view the video as a rallying point or manifesto. One even said the video moved them to tears. There can be no compromise with these people. They are nuts.

alec Holloway

You haven’t seen anything Yet!. You wait, it is coming from the liberals like a river of hot lava from any orrifice they can use to break Trump and anyone who does not accept their perverted veiw. They are disposessed, cornered and being animals, they don’t like it. Its a War!

Anonymous
Anonymous

Jack and Jill are symbolic of the “two Americas” now in the process of getting a divorce. Hopefully it doesn’t lead to bloodshed and civil war in real life.

James
James

Eh,would be fine if as my ending for jack n Jill story Jill(in this case the other side of country) gets taken out of the game,I and millions of folks in the US have really lost patience with the uni-party/progressive libs/crony capitalism/the fed ect.,a long list

Francis Marion

Uncola,

Made me laugh. I think I almost ran into this bag in traffic a few weeks back.

Also – riddle me this: Why do chicks want to put their makeup on while they are driving??? Wouldn’t it make more sense to just get up a little earlier? Hmmm? Ladies?

As for the comments. Endearing. Warm. Without a doubt, classic TBP.

Suzanna
Suzanna

Cola,
I liked both of your stories! Please write any stories you want to write.
Mind you, you can never please everyone. The first story from Dec. 16
and this second one (with Jack and Jill) both describe what can happen when
the progs rule. I have long been disgusted with the divorce game. The man usually
is punished beyond reason. This practice is one reason men have little interest
in marrying. Women have little interest in being wives these days. Women have
no idea what they are missing. Go Uncola!
PS: edit add. IF we have a “civil war” it will be a color revolution style, created by
black ops CIA, done through Dyncorp, MIC style. Read George Webb’s series on you tube.

Bob
Bob

Let’s all commit to keeping TBP a haven for freedom of expression — more free than the rest of the country, for sure! And apparently, more free than in Australia!

geo3
geo3

Fiction or not, enjoyed the read this morning. Something different, something clever, and an excuse for me to put aside the crossword and appear to be working.

rhs jr
rhs jr

Most Asian women would love Jack and hate Jill.

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