(reaction to an event)
So I've started hearing about this thing called 'Civil Rights'. Apparently the blacks are at it again :/.
I mean, we've stopped enslaving them! Shouldn't that be enough? What do they want, respect?? pffft. As if. We all know that people like me (white, male, rich) deserve the world. They're just living in my anti-black wonderland, they just don't know it yet!
Thursday, June 9, 2016
Me and my Pal McCarthy (Q4)
(who would your character be friends with?)
I made a new friend in this time period! Lovely fellow, goes by "Joseph McCarthy". The man said he had a list of all these communists (in the Senate, of all places!). He's a tad loud, but hey, whatever, because he's loud about the right subjects! We simply cannot tolerate communism in this country. Thank God for his list, right? We'll see it one day. I'm sure of it!
I made a new friend in this time period! Lovely fellow, goes by "Joseph McCarthy". The man said he had a list of all these communists (in the Senate, of all places!). He's a tad loud, but hey, whatever, because he's loud about the right subjects! We simply cannot tolerate communism in this country. Thank God for his list, right? We'll see it one day. I'm sure of it!
COUNTER CULTURE STINKS!! (Q4)
(Reaction to counter culture)
Oh my God guys, I just had the worst night of my LIFE.
So I was hanging out around downtown Boston. I think it was around the 1950's? Yeah, definitely the 1950's. Anyways, I was just sitting outside, eating a BLT at some diner with a frosty malt, when I see these shady characters hanging out across the street. Being the model citizen I am, I throw a hundred-dollar bill down by my half-eaten sandwich and chug the malt, pushing open the doors. I follow the two, both clothed in black with peculiar facial hair and hat choice. They lead me to this grimy little dive on the outside of town. Inside I'm assaulted by the smell of cheap coffee and cigarettes. Well, at least, cheap in my book. If they cost less than $20 then they're practically trash in my opinion.
Anyway, I'm standing there, when this woman steps up onto a little podium in the center of the room. The crowd goes silent, all looking up to her with expectation in her eyes.
It was at this moment when I realized that I was in a room full of communists and they were about to do a ritual.
"Life." Began the she-devil, obviously about to go into those 'poem' things I've heard warnings about.
I was already out the door.
Pretty scary, right? Like. How DARE they have different opinions from us normal people??!
Oh my God guys, I just had the worst night of my LIFE.
So I was hanging out around downtown Boston. I think it was around the 1950's? Yeah, definitely the 1950's. Anyways, I was just sitting outside, eating a BLT at some diner with a frosty malt, when I see these shady characters hanging out across the street. Being the model citizen I am, I throw a hundred-dollar bill down by my half-eaten sandwich and chug the malt, pushing open the doors. I follow the two, both clothed in black with peculiar facial hair and hat choice. They lead me to this grimy little dive on the outside of town. Inside I'm assaulted by the smell of cheap coffee and cigarettes. Well, at least, cheap in my book. If they cost less than $20 then they're practically trash in my opinion.
Anyway, I'm standing there, when this woman steps up onto a little podium in the center of the room. The crowd goes silent, all looking up to her with expectation in her eyes.
It was at this moment when I realized that I was in a room full of communists and they were about to do a ritual.
"Life." Began the she-devil, obviously about to go into those 'poem' things I've heard warnings about.
I was already out the door.
Pretty scary, right? Like. How DARE they have different opinions from us normal people??!
Wednesday, June 8, 2016
Met this Weirdo in the Slums (Q3)
(conversation between you and a character from your BAS paper)
So I recently found out that not only can I travel through time, but I can also jump dimensions! How else could I meet a man who bares such striking a resemblance to Jurgis from that book, The Jungle?
He approached me in the street, begging on his dirty palms, reaching for my jacket.
"Sir... some change, sir? Some work?"
I had just gotten that cleaned, I was NOT going to let this bum soil it.
"Come now, man! You're in America! Anything is possible. Have you tried, I don't know, NOT being poor?"
I continued about my day. I think Jurgis has not moved from the spot where I had left him.
So I recently found out that not only can I travel through time, but I can also jump dimensions! How else could I meet a man who bares such striking a resemblance to Jurgis from that book, The Jungle?
He approached me in the street, begging on his dirty palms, reaching for my jacket.
"Sir... some change, sir? Some work?"
I had just gotten that cleaned, I was NOT going to let this bum soil it.
"Come now, man! You're in America! Anything is possible. Have you tried, I don't know, NOT being poor?"
I continued about my day. I think Jurgis has not moved from the spot where I had left him.
Me and my Pal Herbie! (Q3)
(who would you be friends with?)
Just had a great day with my buddy Herbie Hoover! He had the honor (and pleasure) of showing me around 1930's America. I was quite fond of his little ''Hoovervilles". How quaint to see them run about with their tattered rags of clothes and empty pockets. Herbie did not seem too pleased when I referred to them as Hoovervilles, but when has someone's discomfort ever stopped me?
They say there's a great depression going on, but I feel pretty good about this place! If this is survival of the fittest, then I, a rich white man, am fit to survive!
Just had a great day with my buddy Herbie Hoover! He had the honor (and pleasure) of showing me around 1930's America. I was quite fond of his little ''Hoovervilles". How quaint to see them run about with their tattered rags of clothes and empty pockets. Herbie did not seem too pleased when I referred to them as Hoovervilles, but when has someone's discomfort ever stopped me?
They say there's a great depression going on, but I feel pretty good about this place! If this is survival of the fittest, then I, a rich white man, am fit to survive!
Huck Finn Convo With Mark Twain (Q3)
(What piece of art do you have in your home/what book do you have in your home?)
I recently came into possession of a copy of one of my favorite books ever!! A fan sent me a copy of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain with a note that said "Educate yourself" on it. After using the note as a bookmark, I made it through the delightful tale in record time (two months)! Of course, I simply had to call up the author with one of those 'telephone' thingies I stole from my brief romp in 1973. Here's the conversation log:
"Hello?"
"Hello, Mark Twain? This is Andrew Jackson."
"Go to Hell."
After an abrupt end to our call (I assume he yanked a cord loose. These primitive fools don't know up from down!) I instantly called him back.
"Mark Twain."
"Hi, it's Andrew again!"
"I thought I told you to go to Hell."
"Sorry, we may have bad connection, but it sounded like you just told me, former president Andre Jackson, time traveler, and practical God of Chaos at this point, to go to Hell."
"..."
"Are you sure you told me to-"
"Fine, fine, you've convinced me. We can talk."
"Splendid! Now, I've called you up for a very important reason. You should feel really proud of yourself young man! Your incredible book has managed to captivate me on every page, and I'm starting my second read-through just after I finish this call. Huckleberry is quite the-"
"-Wait a moment, what?"
"Is there an issue?"
"You read Huckleberry Finn?"
"Why of course I did! It was absolutely sides-splitting!"
"Ah. Yes. You think it's funny."
"Well, it is, isn't it? That dumb Jim and his master Huck; Such a charming story."
"I honestly don't know why I got my hopes up. Goodnight, Mr. Jackson."
I think it went quite well.
I recently came into possession of a copy of one of my favorite books ever!! A fan sent me a copy of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain with a note that said "Educate yourself" on it. After using the note as a bookmark, I made it through the delightful tale in record time (two months)! Of course, I simply had to call up the author with one of those 'telephone' thingies I stole from my brief romp in 1973. Here's the conversation log:
"Hello?"
"Hello, Mark Twain? This is Andrew Jackson."
"Go to Hell."
After an abrupt end to our call (I assume he yanked a cord loose. These primitive fools don't know up from down!) I instantly called him back.
"Mark Twain."
"Hi, it's Andrew again!"
"I thought I told you to go to Hell."
"Sorry, we may have bad connection, but it sounded like you just told me, former president Andre Jackson, time traveler, and practical God of Chaos at this point, to go to Hell."
"..."
"Are you sure you told me to-"
"Fine, fine, you've convinced me. We can talk."
"Splendid! Now, I've called you up for a very important reason. You should feel really proud of yourself young man! Your incredible book has managed to captivate me on every page, and I'm starting my second read-through just after I finish this call. Huckleberry is quite the-"
"-Wait a moment, what?"
"Is there an issue?"
"You read Huckleberry Finn?"
"Why of course I did! It was absolutely sides-splitting!"
"Ah. Yes. You think it's funny."
"Well, it is, isn't it? That dumb Jim and his master Huck; Such a charming story."
"I honestly don't know why I got my hopes up. Goodnight, Mr. Jackson."
I think it went quite well.
Tuesday, June 7, 2016
Indian Removal Act (Q2)
(reaction to an event)
Someone recently asked my opinion of the Indian Removal Act. Well, seeing as I did it, I love it! It's just great. We finally can have America all for the Americans! We deserve it! We're the only true Americans, and everyone who says "ooooooh we were here first stop killing us bluuuh" are just dumb babies. And we ALL know Americans are not dumb babies!
Someone recently asked my opinion of the Indian Removal Act. Well, seeing as I did it, I love it! It's just great. We finally can have America all for the Americans! We deserve it! We're the only true Americans, and everyone who says "ooooooh we were here first stop killing us bluuuh" are just dumb babies. And we ALL know Americans are not dumb babies!
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