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I wrote a big long thread on Twitter. I copypasta’d it together for a single read. Sorry it’s so rough.

Hypocrites

I don’t like that people are tracking abortions… But my dislike for hypocritic "politicians" makes me narrow my eyes in displeasure at Lauren B.

Abortion is a medical procedure that should be available to anyone that wants one. Whatever the reason.

"How can you be so blase about the MURDER of babies???"– Well, because it’s not a baby. It’s a mass of cells that might someday become a baby if a survivable birth takes place, but otherwise it’s a parasitic lifeform attached to someone’s body. Like a cancer. Or a botfly.

As such, it’s the decision of the host lifeform whether it wants to continue to act as an incubator. ESPECIALLY as pregnancy is a leading cause of death and permanent disability. ESPECIALLY as human infants are expensive to care for and there’s very little support offered.

And to those that invoked "My body, my choice!" as an excuse to not wear a mask during a pandemic…

The limits of bodily autonomy don’t include spreading an easily communicable deadly virus to strangers on the street.

The reason it’s so easy to oppress pregnant people is because the pregnancy only effects the body hosting it.

The person inside can be screaming in despair–for whatever reason–and people on the outside can crowd in to surround and pressure them to "wait and see," KNOWING there’s a time limit.

A time limit THEY created!

The very idea that they want to force pregnant minors seeking abortions to provide parental/guardian approval…

• They want to marry children.
• They want parents/guardians to be able to FORCE children to marry adults.
• They want to impregnate children legally.

Eugenics.

It’s a fearful time.

Bodily autonomy should be an unalienable RIGHT.

Nobody should be able to stop you from seeking medical care*.

• Keep your quackery to non-essential stuff, bruhs.

tea tree oil to
– deter fleas = okay?
– kill lice infestation = uh
– prevent measles = No

Seriously….

If they want to "stop the killing of the unborn!" they’d

• make condoms free and available to everyone everywhere.
• mandate clear and concise sex-ed courses. No shame messaging or psy-op’ing. "Parts A, B, C, D, E" "Mouth, anus, ear… It’s still sex. Consent".

As an adult in a minor’s life… You are taking on a RESPONSIBILITY to not prey upon them.

"But I am the shepherd and these are my sexy SEXY lambs!"–My dude: The shepherds don’t have sex with the sheep.

That is simply an excuse you tell yourself to be a sicko pervert IRL.

It doesn’t matter what fakenoise you fap to…

• real porn
• fake porn (I see the fuzzy blanket. I hear the jingling bells. The parts are there, but…)
• erotic or explicit fiction
• guys beating hell out of each other

because it’s fantasy. It’s not real. It’s FICTION.

But when you bring your fantasy into your real life, you need to be aware of certain things…

• consent matters
• consent matters (a minor CANNOT give consent)
• safety matters (condoms, body wash, clean sheets)
• safety matters (that won’t fit there)
• sanity matters (⬆️)

Sounding may sound fun, bruh, but if you stick THAT into THERE… you’re gonna have a bad time.

And if you stick your THERE onto that underage WHO… you SHOULD have a bad time.

Consent matters. A minor cannot give consent.

Guardians don’t/shouldn’t control consent rights.

It grosses me right out that there are ADULTS out there scheming to force children to marry pedophiles.

And like, part of the religious education they feed their children is that a wife’s duty is to have sex and babies with her* husband.

• I thought they but used her

To get their gross hands on young flesh… pedophiles are subverting the entire government.

That’s how I see it.

Pedophiles and pedophile apologists meeting up in a room somewhere to shake hands and agree to be awful. "For the sake of the unborn!"

"I’m not a pedophile apologist!!!"

Dude, if you REALLY cared about the torments of "the unborn," you would be all about sex-ed in schools and harsher punishments* for sexual assault.

if you’re poor = harsher punishments

if you’re rich = someone says "But his future!"

There wouldn’t be a pile of rape kits ROTTING in evidence rooms until the statute of limitations on the cases expire.

Children would be able to verbalize all the parts of their bodies so they can clearly explain when they’re sexually abused.

There would be medical for all.

If you REALLY cared about the unborn

• you’d create a world that would welcome a birth. The choice to be a parent is an important and personal one. Unborn should not mean unwanted and/or unaffordable.

• you’d support secular welfare programs.

And if you ONLY care about the unborn… You need to take a close and lasting look at yourself, because you’re being a giant steaming people poo.

Babies NEED a lot. They are very expensive in the modern world:
* food ($$-$$$$$)
* clothes ($-$$)
* childcare ($$$$-$$$$$$)

A "regular" normal delivery is UNAFFORDABLE to a large percentage of people in the United States today.

Unforeseen–or even foreseen–complications can result in a million dollar baby.

Not everyone is charming enough to crowdfund their baby’s birth.

If you REALLY cared about the unborn…

You would care about the people already alive.

You would fund secular welfare programs and public libraries.

You would support birth control being provided free to the public with no usage tracking or schemy sabotage-baby pinholes.

If your focus and your passion is REALLY about the unborn… and NOT about forcing your religious views down peoples’ throats so you can say you completed your "mission in life" while not realizing you’ve fallen to the sin of pride…

You would vote democrat in elections.

I know. Hiss. Boo. "Why’d you bring politics into it? I hate politics!"

Dude, you are aware that a giant psy-op took place to make "politics" look stupid/unimportant/a waste of time/"not for me", right?

The "artistes" may claim sarcasm, but it was/is still propaganda.

The normalization of violence has resulted in acts of IRL violence.

The normalization of racism, and the follow-up knee-jerk need to defend "the way I was raised!" has resulted in a lot of IRL racism. And violence. Lots of violence.

The purposeful teaching of ignorance has resulted in a society that cant’s see cause and effect events and abhors "politics."

To the point that they vote against their own self-interest.

"My Pa voted Red Hat my whole life…" Dude, you’re 20. Wise up. Get your MMRV vaccine.

"I don’t like womens." Okay. And?

For reals: If you vote against your own self-interests and the good of the people at large because you don’t like women, gay people, or people of certain ethnicities…

You are being a fool.

A politician can have the looks of Chet Donnelly during his transformation. I don’t care.

Ugly lies. Beautiful lies. It’s still lies you’re telling yourself if you don’t look at the deeper issues…

• Does this politician represent my interests?
• Does this politician represent the good of society at large?
• Will this politician EMBARRASS me if I choose them?

If I vote for this politician will I still be able to enjoy the things I enjoy:

• Watching movies.
• Enjoying unpolluted oceans.
• Having free drinkable water that tastes like drinkable water.
• Breathing air.
• Walking safely anywhere I want to go.
• Seeing happy people.

If you "really hate politics" and "don’t want to have anything more to do with them"…

then you should vote democrat in this day and age.

Your good politician should not just keep the status quo, but should be focused on bettering things for the entire United States.

There are always rewards and incentivization that can be negotiated and arranged, but only if everyone in the room isn’t FIGHTING each other over other issues.

Some dude wants to ogle the genitals of children. Lobbies for this and that. Now student athletes can be examined.

We are currently dealing with a targeted assault on the democracy of our country.

They have all our metadata to feed into their AIs to KNOW exactly what buttons to push and how hard.

They have grossly underestimated the result they’ve achieved.

But the deeds are done.

It’s now up to us to pick up the pieces.

To vote for candidates that actually care about the people… and not the interests of oil companies and warmongers.

We need people strong enough to stand against our enemies, whether physical or online, who ALSO want to keep peace.

Candidates that care about the smallest neighbors as much as about the richest ones.

Candidates that want to repair infrastructure (roads, bridges, emergency supplies) as well as create sustainable and environmentally beneficial structures and industries.

If you DON’T care about politics then

• don’t complain about search engine results sucking so bad.
• don’t complain that your phone bill is high and all you ever get is spam callers.
• don’t complain that all you ever hear about is abortions and queer rights on TV.

Voting for the right candidate for a job means that they do their job and they don’t constantly rock the boat so they can ask for more money.

Voting for the right candidate means not having to worry that they’re going to allow a poison factory to be built next to houses.

Voting for the right candidates in elections would mean

• everyone would receive free medical care.
• profiteers wouldn’t be able to buy up all the affordable housing.
• minors wouldn’t be able to marry.
• taxing the rich.

And you could just watch TV and live your life.

/END

I was not aware of it, and I don’t know what time zone he’s in, but happy birthday to Chris Evans.

"All That Remains" is the third book in my Heroes & Villains trilogy. (Heroes & Villains; Allies & Enemies; All That Remains.) The series is basically the story of how Vereint Georges (Starburst/Darkstar) gets together with Warrick Reidenger Tobias (Blue Ice) and they make a life together before aliens show up to ruin everything.

There’s a bit of violence. And Vereint becomes a supervillain.

The series on Smashwords: Heroes & Villains (https://www.smashwords.com/books/byseries/49385)

The separate books on Amazon (affiliate-link):
* Heroes & Villains (https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B08MQKS5CD/?tag=harperkingsley-20)
* Allies & Enemies (https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B082HZNJBV/?tag=harperkingsley-20)

Spoiler alert: Caspian Dukes, 1/2 Atlantean superhero, gains a sidekick in "All That Remains." Some kid he meets at the very beginning.

EXCERPT:

Title: All That Remains<br>
Author: Harper Kingsley<br>
Setting: Heroes & Villains universe<br>
Characters: Caspian Dukes, Nick Joseph

CHAPTER ONE

There was the acrid stink of smoke filling the air, accompanied by the screams and desperate cries of the hurt and dying. The street in front of Caspian Dukes was a wreckage of twisted metal where dozens of vehicles had collided.

He felt helpless. Tragedy had already struck and he didn’t know how they could clear away this mess. His mouth tasted sour with failure.

One hour ago he was eating a food truck taco and contemplating a nap. Now he was looking at a triage situation he didn’t feel up to handling.

The lifestyle was wearing him down. Statistically speaking, most superheroes retired out of the field by their tenth year of active duty. He’d been doing this job for close to thirty.

He didn’t think he was quite ready to retire, but he might cut back on some duty shifts. He wouldn’t do anyone any good if he let himself burn out.

Maybe it’s time for a nice vacation, he thought. Surf, sand, and a chance to get my gills wet.

Just the thought of immersing himself in the ocean soothed some of the tension out of his shoulders. Enough that he was able to focus on the task at hand.

As the old timers had said, the ocean always called their people home in the end.

"All right, boys and girls, the situation has changed," Caspian called out. "It’s time to focus on cleaning up the mess rather than making it. I want each of you to pair up with an Emergency Services team. It’s search and rescue time. Follow the orders of the ES team leader and be careful, safe, and smart. Understood?"

The Junior League members answered in unison, "Yes, sir!" There wasn’t an ounce of hesitation as they rushed forward to rescue the wounded and comfort the dying. They were strong as a unit, even the ones that had never worked together.

Smart, loyal, and quick to follow the orders of their superiors–they were a good bunch of kids and Caspian felt proud watching them swarm the scene. Maybe he was getting old, but the new League members looked younger to him every year. He couldn’t remember a time when he was ever so young and eager to please. There was a part of him that secretly wanted to wrap them up in bubble wrap and deliver them back to their parents safe and sound. Which was ridiculous because they were competent professionals that wouldn’t appreciate his babying.

He shook his head and stalked forward to do his part. People needed help.

Trusting that the Juniors would know to give him a yell if they needed him, he helped a couple of Emergency Service officers by ripping the stuck passenger side door off of a car that had been crumpled like a tin can in the fist of a giant. A single peek through the window showed that the driver–a young woman with blood darkened hair shrouding her face–was dead, but the man next to her was weakly struggling with his seatbelt, his dazed eyes unable to focus. He seemed frantic to reach the toddler screaming in the backseat.

"Hold on, buddy," Caspian said. "Don’t try to move."

He stepped out of the way of the rescue workers and their backboard, wishing that the car had been a four-door so he could get to the kid. She was unharmed, though the shock of the crash had turned to terror of the unknown. Interspersed with her shrieks were what sounded like the words "Mama!" and "Dada!" and he couldn’t help feeling sorry for her as only one of them was ever going to answer.

Once the father was out of the way and being loaded onto a gurney, Caspian was quick to pull the toddler out of her car seat, turning her so she didn’t get a good look at her mother’s body. "Sh, sh, it’s all right," he murmured, patting her back and giving her a quick once over.

Her small hands fisted against the front of his uniform and her shrieks trailed into hiccuping cries. Her head moved back and forth, trying to see where "Dada!" had gone, but Caspian kept her turned away from where the paramedics worked. There was quite a bit of blood and he didn’t want to traumatize her more than she already was.

Looking around, he knew she was going to have plenty to talk about with her future therapist. She’d lost her mother, and her father was probably going to be spending some time in the hospital.

"Here, I’ll take her." Caspian turned to look at the man that had spoken. He was wearing an Emergency Service uniform along with a Megacity Mavens baseball cap. "You’ve got other stuff to handle."

"Thanks," Caspian said. He carefully passed the toddler over, reining in his strength. He’d feel terrible if he accidentally hurt her, especially after everything she’d experienced.

Stepping away from the totaled car, he looked around to see where he was needed. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to what he was seeing, like some horrible optical illusion coming into focus.

The street was a scene of damage and destruction. The epicenter was three low buildings set close together. From the way the awning had been blown across the street from the middle building–with its plaster pillars shattered and broken mirrors everywhere–Caspian thought it had been the main site of the disaster.

There was a ten-year-old boy seated on the curb, a vacant expression on his dirty face. He was cradling something in his hands and his dark brown hair was nearly white on top from plaster dust. When he glanced up at Caspian’s approach, his eyes were a startling shade of blue. It was such a striking sight that Caspian hitched his step.

"Hey, kid." Caspian didn’t bother faking a smile. The situation was too raw to be made light of. "Do you know what happened here?"

The boy looked up at him. His hands shifted and Caspian briefly glimpsed the watch that he held. The glass face had a crack running through it and there was plaster dust caught in the band. "It was Becky. She said that she wasn’t feeling good. Then all this happened."

"I see. And who is Becky?" Caspian asked. The first responders would have gathered the information on their arrival, but it didn’t hurt to get a firsthand account when he could.

"She’s a girl in my class." The boy rubbed the back of his hand under his nose. "She’s dead now. Can I call my dad? I want to go home."

"It will be a little while," Caspian said. "You’re going to have to be patient."

The boy hunched his shoulders with a sigh. "Okay."

"Can you tell me what you saw?" Caspian asked.

"We were coming out of the Museum of Mirrors when Becky started saying she wasn’t feeling good," the boy said. "She wanted to get some air. I saw her leaving and Ms. Mailey following after her. And then a little bit later there was a loud noise outside. And then the wall and the ceiling were falling on us."

Caspian sat on his heels, bringing them closer in height. "Is that when you Manifested?"

The boy looked down at his dirty hands. His mouth moved soundlessly and Caspian could practically see the thoughts moving behind his eyes. "N-no. It’s not all the time, but I’m strong."

"I see," Caspian said. "What’s your name?"

"Nick. Nick Joseph."

"Well, it’s good to meet you, Nick Joseph. You saved the lives of your classmates." And it wasn’t an exaggeration. The kid had kept his classmates and their chaperones from being crushed. "You saved your friends."

"I guess so."

"You did," Caspian said. "You’re a real hero."

---

Nicky was scared. He didn’t think his dad would get mad at him for taking off his power dampening watch, but he didn’t know. He’d acted before he’d thought.

The ceiling had been falling and he’d taken his watch off. It had felt so easy to push the button and turn off the dampening effect.

He couldn’t just stand to one side while his classmates were killed, not when he could do something to save them. But he’d exposed himself as a metahuman. His dad was going to be disappointed.

It wasn’t like his dad had wanted him to come on this trip in the first place. He’d had to beg and plead and get Father to help talk Dad around. And look what happened.

He turned the watch over in his hands and put it back on his wrist. The crack in the watch face was ugly but shouldn’t stop the device from working. He pressed the button on the side.

It immediately felt as though the brightness level of the world was clicked down two notches. Sound dampened and he felt some of the tightness leave his shoulders (everything had been so loud and sharp). He was feeling shaky and the last thing he wanted to do was pass out in front of someone like Caspian Dukes.

"I need to eat something," he said. "I have diabetes."

/EXCERPT