Nazis, Disney, and James Gunn.

Why should James Gunn be rehired by Disney?

Firstly, I’ll catch anyone who doesn’t know what is going on in the magical world of Disney. James Gunn is the writer and director for Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. one, and two. He was writing Volume three and set to start filming it in October. Until about a week ago, a right-wing journalist, Mike Cernovich had posted a few tweets that James Gunn had posted between 2008-2011. These tweets were nasty, if you took them seriously, you would almost assume that James Gunn is a pedophile. But seriously, then you need to lighten up. I’m not defending them at all, they were horrible, and Gunn never should have posted them. But to say that those few tweets reflect his personality as a whole? Of course, they don’t. Long story short, James Gunn posts a few nasty tweets, ten years later they bite him in the butt, Disney fires Gunn. Disney more than likely didn’t want to do it, they just figured if they didn’t than they would have the mob at their castle just like the end of Beauty and the Beast.

There are many reasons as to why James Gunn should be rehired and given a second chance to prove himself. Firstly. He already has proved himself, it’s not like rehiring him would be giving him a second chance. Cause hiring him was already a chance, and he proved himself worthy to lift Thor’s hammer. It’s not like those tweets weren’t there when Disney originally contracted James Gunn to write and direct Guardians of the Galaxy. It just wasn’t a big deal back then.

But now I figure if you take anything anyone says out of context enough, take it way too seriously, anyone could get fired for anything. I would take a tweet from Disney’s CEO Bob Iger and twist it and make it “super evil” and mean. But I respect him too much. I like him being at the head of Disney, except for this one instance where there is no forgiveness for Gunn. He may have created movies that allowed families to come together and smile, laugh, and cry. But he posted a few nasty tweets ten years ago so “Off with his head”

This whole situation is easy to sort out without even thinking about it that hard. They were tweets, people post things to shock people all the time, just for attention. I would understand firing him swiftly if what he had said he was following through with. If he actually was a pedophile then I would understand. But we have no proof. This is the paranoia of the #metoo movement. This is the other extreme. We don’t want to start accusing people who aren’t guilty. We want to get the guilty people locked up, and then continue smiling and laughing without them.

One thing I would like to point out is that Disney has always been a very forgiving company. Walt Disney specifically was extremely forgiving. I’ll give the most stand out example of Walt Disney’s ability to accept the change in people, in order to work together and create amazing things.

Wernher Magnus Maximilian Freiherr von Braun, it’s a mouthful I know, I’ll just call him Max for now. In his early twenties, Max worked in Nazi Germany’s rocket development program. You heard me, “Nazi” and I mean it for real, he was a legit Nazi. He helped create the V2 rockets that were used in World War Two by the Nazis.

When Max was a kid his mother gifted him a telescope, that allowed him to develop a passion in astronomy. He once got in trouble in his hometown for detonating a wagon, by attaching fireworks to it. He was inspired by speed records established by Max Valier and Fritz von Opel, in rocket propelled cars. I thought that was cute.

But later in his life, after being well taught in the ways of math and rockets and like space and stuff. He joined the Nazi party during World War Two. –

“In 1939, I was officially demanded to join the National Socialist Party. At the time, I was already Technical Director at the Army Rocket Center at Peenemünde (Baltic Sea). The technical work carried out there had, in the meantime, attracted more and more attention in higher levels. Thus, my refusal to join the party would have meant that I would have to abandon the work of my life. Therefore, I decided to join. My membership in the party did not involve any political activity.”-Max

After a while he was set with a team to research and develop the previously mentioned V2 rocket. He was using some technology from America’s own Rocket enthusiast Robert A. Goddard, who he was almost a fan of. But a test V2 had crashed in Sweden, and parts of it were shipped to Goddard who confirmed that Max was using his technology. Max reflected on this later and said this…

"His rockets ... may have been rather crude by present-day standards, but they blazed the trail and incorporated many features used in our most modern rockets and space vehicles."-Max

The funny thing is, it was confirmed later that Max had never seen a patent of Goddard’s while developing the V2. So, they both basically made some similar advancements without knowing about it apparently.

In 1942 Hitler ordered for the V2’s production as a vengeance weapon. In 1943 Max made a color movie to show a V2 taking off, Hitler was so impressed with Max that he personally made him a Professor. In Germany currently, that was a big deal for a 31-year-old engineer to be a professor already.

One of the biggest events in Max’s history is cool to me. While working in Peenemünde Germany, the Soviet army was getting close to them. They moved their research to a town in the Bavarian Alps, where they were guarded by the SS, who had strict orders to execute the team if they were about to be captured. Seems harsh. *shrug*

Max convinced the SS officer to disperse the soldiers into the town where they were. To not make them such an easy target all in their own base, away from civilians. Max and his brother Magnus (who I forgot to mention earlier but he’s been here this whole time) and the rest of the team escaped to Austria, where they found an American Solider, and they then surrendered to the Americans, As you should. 😉

“We knew that we had created a new means of warfare, and the question as to what nation, to what victorious nation we were willing to entrust this brainchild of ours was a moral decision more than anything else. We wanted to see the world spared another conflict such as Germany had just been through, and we felt that only by surrendering such a weapon to people who are guided by the Bible could such an assurance to the world be best secured”-Max

After they handed themselves over, they were interviewed by The British first, and then the Americans second. This team of engineers consisted of the future lead designer of Rolls-Royce and the inventor Concordes engines. Also, Max’s brother was eventually a lead executive for Chrysler.

Max on the other hand eventually was lead designer for our Jupiter-C rocket, that was the West’s first satellite in space. Max had new ideas for rockets, but America was only interested in a very modest rocket program. In the meantime, the press was all caught up on Max’s past as a Nazi and all that. (Naturally)

Now the point that I’ve been leading up too, Max met Walt Disney at some point. He became the technical director for Three television films on space exploration. The first broadcast was titled “Man in Space” and it aired March 5^th, 1955, with 40 million viewers. That’s a lot of people. Also, I’m fairly certain there is a life size model of the V2 rocket in Tomorrowland in Disneyland to this date, thanks to Max.

Walt Disney did not let Max’s affiliation with the Nazi’s affect his perception of Max’s character, only ten years after being a Nazi. So why should we let a few tweets from ten years ago affect our perception of James Gunn? We shouldn’t. He’s changed over his time, just like we all do. And if we are going to go around treating people like they are 100% unable to change for the better, then why should we strive to be better at all? Why does anything matter? It’s a dangerous mindset that shouldn’t be getting its way. I mean if we’re going to judge people based on their past then let’s look at Robert Downy Jr. I’m teasing. He’s a different man than he was back then.

…And Max wasn’t the only ex-Nazi to work for Disney.

I feel like there literally must be something more to this than we know. Call my crazy but maybe Disney wanted James Gunn fired but couldn’t justify it. So, they had someone rat him out so they could fire him? Seriously the reason they did it was already so stupid…

Not to pull the Trump card, but...

The 2016 election process has come to some pretty pathetic standstills. And I'm seeing a lot of splitting up going on within parties and such. To say the least, america is anything but united as far as this election goes. And that I can partially understand, it's looking like it's going to be down to either Trump vs. Hillary. and like, two schmucks from two rich entitled, families are about to be battling it out, to be the leader and face of our free world.

I will now give a small background on my past and what I was raised believing. I am a 19 year old Christian boy, I was home schooled, and I was raised as a conservative. My family was always so politically involved, and I loved growing up in a home that cares so much for the future of America.

This is my first presidential election that I am voting it. I just now have the ability to vote and voice my opinion, and I love it. Watching the primaries when you have a vote in the game is way more intense and honestly stressful; a good stress though. 

Someone that I look up to, and I see almost as a secondary mother in my life, said this the other day. 

"...My spirit is in havoc just thinking about it. Maybe I will crack under the pressure in the voting booth but right now I cannot escape the fact that I will have to answer to God and my children for the person I vote for in November."

I've seen this pattern a lot though. And I have one question to ask back, is "And how to you answer to God and your children, when Hillary Clinton is elected as president?" It's a certain mindset of "Man, I don't agree with this politician 100% of the way, so I'm just going to set up a lawn chair and say that I did my best. And then cry as a worse of two evils brings out country further into this downwards slope." 

I'm going to call you all out on the fact that you are now sitting on the bench with someone who you were really pissed off at last election, for not voting for Romney because picking the better of two evils is the obvious choice, when given it. 

The only reason we are sitting here with Trump as our only option is because of people who decided not to vote for Romney in the last election. I don't usually like to live life in the past. But how many times are we going to choose the worse of two evils until this country IS falling apart. How many times are we going to pick the worse of two evils until our country, that you, your kids, and your kids kids will call home, is a sinners playground? Think about it. It's already bad enough. And not voting isn't going to make the problems go away. Not voting is just crying uncle, cause you don't have the backbone to pick a worse of the two evils, because you yourself have sinned in similar ways than both Hillary and Trump. I would normally say "We can't judge somebody because they sin differently than we do." but I've lied and I've had my perverse thoughts as well. 

It's honestly disappointing, I finally have a right to vote. And I knew that America wasn't united...but I at least thought that we, as a family were. And If you truly are trying to send a message to the world of politics, than lets actually get off our butts and start educating people on this stuff, instead of sitting back and watching the place you call home go into flames. There is literally a gif...

I don't really have much else to say. Can I convince you that Trump is trustworthy? No, but at least he wants to make America great "again" which gives me way more hope for my future, and my kids future, than a "progressive" change that has been splitting up America since 2008. 

I would also love for like, me to die someday, and Jesus is giving me my Performance Review, and he's like "Oh, but you voted for trump in 2016...you've done some bad things, but this is just the worst of them all." And then Jesus sends you to hell, because you voted for Trump, not like, cause you stole some cookies, or lied to your parents. I'm just saying... 

My name is Jonathan, and I belong to him. 

The last Resort

I had the chance to talk with a friend the other day about something that has been bugging me for the past few years. Honestly this isn't something that I've really cared about until lately, only because it has come up a lot. We are going to talk about prayer today. or like, this month, Cause I only blog every so often. 

But lately, I have become and expert on prayer. No, I haven't. But one thing I have noticed lately in this time of day is followers of Christ saying "Well, all we can do it pray" or "I guess we can only pray now..." 

This bugs the snot out of me, *blows nose* but really, since when has prayer become a last resort instead of our first line of defense? Who was it that said 

"we can do all things by ourselves, unless things go wrong, then start talking to God." 

Yeah! Nobody said that! So I'd just like to take a few moments to press a few verses about prayer on you so that you leave this blog feeling like 

Lets take this seriously now though, look at Psalm 145:18 "The lord is near to all who call on him, to all who call on him in truth."

In truth. Is the truth that we should live in prayer? I work in the fast food industry and I see lots of people come and go, daily. And I often see someone who seems like they are having a rough day, I don't judge them for being grumpy with me. I just pray for them, their day, and their loved ones. I'm not writing this because I'm a perfect example of how to live life. I only say this, cause it's different from what most would do. after all, 1 Thessalonians 5:17 "Pray continually" 

Take a glance at Romans 8:26 "In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pay for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express." This one is beautiful. I don't even need to expand on this. 

lastly lets look at Colossians 4:2 says "Devote yourselves to prayer, being watchful and thankful."

That last one is so simple. Just, flat out basically saying that we should pray no matter what, in the darkest of nights, in the hottest of sunny days. whether we are made of money or we are gather pennies to keep food at the table. We can always have prayer, it should always be our first line of defense. 

Thank you for reading, my name is Jonathan, and I belong to him. 

______ States of America

"United states of america"


This is something that a 18 year old boy who is growing up in the states sees all around himself. Almost as thought it's been brainwashed into his brain, and is being forced to believe it. It really is a puzzling thing that even the past two generations have seen not a whole lot of. "United we stand." Is it true? Do we, as Americans stand for each other? Or do we only believe in a lie that was once true?

I look around me, social media, politics, and just general life and civilization as it is. All these things about being politically correct about how we say things to each other,  and treating others equally. Has that become the moral focus of our equality? Has that become what we call "United?"

Again, I stare around me looking at things such as equality, racism, and sexism rip apart families in a way that is terrifying to me. Why are we letting things like that become the focus of our nature when there really is only one thing we need to focus on?

I bet you're all wondering "what do we need to focus on, Jon?" And it's going to sound really corny to you. But, it's really simple. God.

"Jesus loves the little children, all the children of the world. Red, and yellow, black and white, we are precious in his sight. He loves the little children of the world."

Now if you read that and got caught up on how scandalous that is. Shut up, take a walk, and talk to me when your mind is clear, because you are proving my point. You completely missed the focus of that song. It's not pointing out any differences in our races. It's in fact telling us that Jesus loves all of us no matter what. It's uniting us as not only a country, but a world. Take it from Jesus, he knows a thing or two about being united.

Anchors of distant contrast

I've lived on this world for 18 years now, and one of the things that I've noticed bugs me the most, is the separation of church denominations all over the world. It's not so much getting worse these days, but it's just more accessible, with the internet. One pastor can't speak to another pastor for such and such reason, and the whole church gives that church a cold shoulder.

While reading a facebook debate between two Christians about who even knows what (Why am I reading? Because I'm human). I notice an argument between two Christians of different beliefs could go on forever. Like a two football coaches of different NFL teams, yelling at each other about who can do the most push-ups, without actually doing push-ups. Why no push-ups? Cause when I see these debates I rarely see any of these people bring up scripture in a debate.  

"You are my refuge and my shield;

I have put my hope in your word."-Psalms 119:114

Why does this bug me? Because I'm a peace keeper, I hate conflict and any kind. So I resorted to this magical book of wisdom that I like to refer to as ""The Bible" (Some people put "Holy" between "The" and "Bible"). Nonetheless, It's still the Bible. Whether you use your phone, or the actually book is irrelevant, It's still scripture. And if it did rack up points with the big guy, we'd have a lot more people walking around with thousands of scrolls in wagons while wearing robes and sandals.

This popped up on my "Verse of the day" application the other day, it was kind of ironic, so decided to launch it.





"May the God who gives endurance and encouragement give you the same attitude of mind toward each other that Christ Jesus had,so that with one mind and one voice you may glorify the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ." -Romans 15:5-6

Notice how we are all to have the same attitude of mind toward *GASP* Each other?!?!?!? I don't think that meant that we we're to bicker more about who's getting the biggest share of heaven. I think that's saying we're to be more united, as one voice.

Now if you're about to start pointing fingers as to who started the argument, then put that sorry little finger back in your pocket, I've got a verse for that too!

"What, then, shall we say in response to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us?"-Romans 8:31

So Who can be against you when the creator of the universe is for you? No one.

I'm Jonathan, and I belong to him.

I belong to him.

Last night was my last performance of my last show I will probably ever be in. And I look forward now to college, or I'm trying to at least.

As I'm singing the last song, I look out into the audience and see my mom, almost in tears, as this is her last curtain call from her line of six kids. I made her proud, I can tell cause she was crying. Looking around at all my friends I've made in the past four years here in this drama group. They are all smiling and rejoicing God's name.

As the song finishes, the lights go down. I look over at my friend, who played the main character. I give him a hug. He doesn't see the tear in my eye, but I let him know that he is going to be missed. Walking off the stage two of the girls who played big parts give me high fives, and a pat on the back. This just sent me through it all.

I felt my lip curl over and my eyes start to water, i quickly escape to the bathroom and pull myself back together. Leaning over the sink I look at myself, and suddenly I see a man before my eyes, It was a moment of realization for me, that I had grown up, and I have responsibilities now. My life was before me, and it is up to me, to follow God's plan and glorify his name along the way.

I have faith in myself to follow God. Now I know I'm not very good at writing, science, or math. But one thing I absolutely love is helping people, talking to people, and encouraging people. I have no idea where i would be be without God guiding me, and my words, when my friend come to me for help.

Another thing I'd like to talk about is my parents. They home schooled six kids willingly. And I was a surprise child, being born five years after my next youngest sister. And my parents have home schooled for 26 years. That very well could have been 21 when my sister graduated, and put me in school. But thank God that they didn't. I don't have anything against the public school system. I just like home schooling better. And it has given me time in my own life to invest in my friendships, music, family, and photography. All things I love.

I must say, to God. I can't thank him enough for all he's done for me. And a line from the play that strikes me through the heart, is that "I belong to him" It gets me every time. He's given me his life on the cross. And it only makes sense that I'd pay him back with my life as well. I can't even express how thankful I am for my King, who has done so much for me. It makes me emotional just thinking about it. My life is before him, as well as it is before me. It's just that he knows more than I do. Which, if you think about it, is pretty freaking awesome.

My name is Jonathan, and I belong to him.

When Death is Crowned: Whats in the skies?

News reporters were covering news of the Russian airstrike in New York. No one knew what provoked this incident. No one knew anything. But naturally the mainstream media was taking it out of context, blowing it out of proportion, and using it as a political crowbar against anyone who opposed them, and they’re opinions.

Stephan Phillips clicked off his ten year old, tube TV. Sick of all the words people said. Hoping that Jesus would come back and just save all the people who deserved it, If anyone truly did. Or maybe everyone would just shut their mouths, and keep their ideas to themselves.

Mumbling under his breath “Hipcrits.” He stood up and walked across his small ranch house into his bathroom, and looked at himself in the mirror. He was getting old, thirty-six years of age. He noticed wrinkles above his eyes, played around with them.

“Hon, Would you like to cut the turkey?” His wife yelled from in the kitchen.

“In a minute!” He didn’t want to cut the turkey, but he always did, he didn’t want to ruin Nana’s happiness with his grumpiness.

He opened the door and slowly made his way down the hall. No noticed the paper on the floor by the front door. “Rabies infest research facility, in Greenland.”

He spoke in his deep, weak, voice “Yeah, right. Next thing we know they will be saying stuff about Zombies, may the Lord of pity on this generation.”

He walked into the kitchen, rather humble. No dishwasher. The sink had been newly remodeled, with a chrome faucet. He opened up the drawer, with rusted gliders, and grabbed a semi-dull knife; and started slicing the turkey into pieces.

Sarah spoke in her soft voice, “Honey, I’ve needed to talk to you.” She seemed, to pity herself. Was she sleeping with another man?  

There was a long pause; she was waiting for him, “Go ahead, what is it?” He dreaded saying these words.

“Um, I’m moving out of the house. I haven’t worked through the details. But I’m leaving tonight, after dinner.” She spat these words out with no shame at all. She was obviously over him already.

He wasn’t sure if now was a good time to ruin her happiness, with his grumpiness. But he didn’t want this to happen. They’ve been married since their early twenties. They’ve gone through so much.

He spoke, “Hon, look, I don’t wan’t this to happ-“

She interrupted, “What was that? I can’t hear you!” Here she goes… “All you do is sit around, mumbling, and watching TV. You don’t even keep up the farm anymore. What’s your secret, Laziness? I’m leaving you, and I don’t even know where I’m going! But as long as it’s away from You, I do-“

His turn to talk, “Well then get out! Do you have to sit there pointing fingers at me? See if I care! I’m getting old! I can only do so much, with these crippled hands!” His argument was weak, if this was happening he just needed to let go.

She stood up and started down the hall to the bedroom, “I’m leaving tonight and there is nothing you can do about it; unless I see change in your heart, right now!”

He just stood there in the kitchen holding the knife, pondering what he could do, to change this. He still loved her, though she had no desire to be there any longer with him.

She stormed down the hall and left some bags by the door. She opened the small closet, exposing her many jackets, and his one pair of shoes. She sat on the stairway leading up, while putting her shoes on; glaring at him. She sighed hard, and opened the door.

It opened with intensity, slammed against the wall, ouch. She stormed out, and slammed it closed. “Don’t ask me to come back. Our memories are gone. I hate what we used to have!”

He stood and paced to the door with intensity, he opened it up and saw her closing the trunk to her car, his car. “Hon, that’s not you’-“

“Do not, call me hon. I am not your hon! And screw you, I’m taking the car!” She sat in the car.

He stood there, a single tear fell down his cheek. Was this really happening, all so fast. “Fine, take the car. I won’t need it anyways.”

She turned on the car, looked at him, and then shrugged; and started driving down the long curvy dirt road. The emotions felt exactly like that; like a curvy road, of perfection, and suddenly a cliff, and she grew wings, and left him for dead.  

Just then, he felt a strong gust of wind, forcing him back inside. He scrambled to his feet. Flung the door back open, and ran out into is lawn, or what was remaining of the grass. Another gust caught his feet and sent him to his knees. He heard a crack in the sky, he covered his ears. Was this lighting?

Looking into the sky her saw a blue beam of light reign from the sky, it slammed into the ground with an impact so great, that the sound alone threw him into a shock. Laying on his back he looked up into the cloudy sky, and red flaming rocks were falling from the sky and slamming into the earth’s surface. Was this the end?

He stood, motionless. He couldn’t hear anything. He looked to where Sarah was driving. There was dust clearing away from where one of the rocks had fallen. Trees separated on the side of the road, just as the dust was clearing he saw the side of the blue sedan she has stolen, underneath the boulders. This was a dream, it just had to be.

Another quake in the earth sent a shockwave from the beam in the ground, totally evaporating all boulders around; and sent the crushed car flying. He could barely see the shape of Sarah’s head inside of the car, he heard a faint scream. And just then, only twenty feet from him, another Blue beam fell from the sky and completely disintegrated the car. 

“No, Sarah! No! This isn’t happening, first the divorce, then this. He needed to get out of here. And Fast. 

He turned and ran into his house, the door off its hinges and on the floor. He ran down the hall, and threw the old scratched up door off its hinges. Moving around it, he stumbled down the stairs, and opened the door to the walk in freezer. He should be safe here, for now. Flicked on the lights, slammed the door shut behind him. This was his new home.

He could still hear the noises, the lasers, and the chaos. Everything was going wrong, only fifteen minutes ago he was watching the news. He wondered if this was the only place that this was happening. Who was doing this? Was this China? England? He had no clue. All he needed to do was survive. 

When Death is Crowned: Dream.

The deep depths of snow filled the dome with snow. It was filling up fast. What is going on? Black slowly approached the snow and caught it on fire. Soon everything was on fire. The depths of Heather’s subconscious looked just like this. She was happy here. This was her home. And it was.

Everything had taken form, it molded into her house, she knew not of what was going on. But her first thought was to run to her bed, and that is what she did. This was strange. She is controlling her dream. Could she control other things in her dream? She picked up a vase full of dead flowers and dropped it “Don’t break!” It fell to the floor, clattering around spilling the flowers on the floor. The noise echoed down the rustic looking hallway, with pictures hanging on its sides. She noticed something bazaar about the images that the frames closed in…

…Taking a step toward them, in one she could see a man pulling her up a cliff, into a white room. She looked to the image opposite. It was crooked, shaking actually. It held and image of her running away from the missile strike. Pieces of rubble flying everywhere, missiles raining from the sky, as far as she could see. Everything was being destroyed. A security van outside exploded right next to her, she didn't seem to feel the pressure of the explosion, in fact she seemed protected from it. The house was leveled behind her; there is no way that anyone came out of this alive. When the tremor hit, she watched herself fall to her knees. She couldn't help. The yellow school bus was flying toward Heather at an alarming speed. She knew what was about to happen. Heather reached her hands out and the bus lifted up.

A Helicopter she hadn't noticed flew over her head, It opened up, a man showed his face, He had a dark complexion, he was strong. He pulled out a rifle of some sort, got heather in his cross hairs, and fired. She watched as they flew away. She watched Heather’s eyes roll to the back of her head. Heather was fighting this, and making it worse. Her eyes closed at that moment. She lay there. The bus fell sideways to a horrifying stop.

She was startled back into reality with the sound of the door behind her opening. The light was shining. She only saw the shape of a female walking into the house. Wind blew from behind, as the door was forced shut. Leaves were rustling around the foyer. She was looking at the shoes of the woman in front of her. She wore Black converse with white laces, green corduroy skinny pants, and a white t-shirt. This woman had a nice sense of style.

It took her a moment. The face of the woman was familiar. She had darker toned skin, with longer face, a nose piercing, and a smaller sized pointy nose. What made her realize what she was looking at was the brown, wavy hair. She was looking at herself.

She asked the obvious question, “Where did you come from?” She didn't want to sound stupid.

Heather replied with exactly what she thought she would say “Hanging out, you know.”

“I really have no clue actually. I was just watching me, or you, or whoever it was, in a memory of mine. As though it was a movie! That’s not normal” She wondered if wherever she was sleeping, if she was sleep talking.

The other heather walked over to the kitchen, and opened the cupboard, “Why is the tea always gone?” She was disappointed with this, well, they both were.

“I need some coffee, or something to get me thinking.” She walked over to the coffee maker, conveniently already brewed fresh coffee. “Would you like some?”

The other Heather nodded, “Yes please, with cream, no sugar.”

“I know how you like it.” She said, smiling. She kind of liked this whole idea. She looked out the window, there was a field covered in tall grass, all leading up to a dead, tree.  There was someone next to it, a man, in a black tux, bow-tie, and a mask?

“Heather, hand me the camera, please.” She said this with urgency. She wasn't sure about this.

The camera was in her hands, in no time. She zoomed in on the character, who seemed to be getting closer to the window, seemed to know she was there. She focused on the mask, the white mask. And diagonally painted in red was the word “Fear.” It was working. The masked, man seemed to be moving toward the window at a slow pace, but he wasn't moving his legs. He was gently moving over the ground, as though hovering. This scared Heather, and Heather. They both panicked.

She felt a pull, a tug, as though she was on the end of a rope, a dog collar. She started to get dizzy beyond belief. Actually, everything that’s happened has made this dizziness feel refreshing, a normal feeling. Everything started to fade out. The other Heather was in a corner of the kitchen, sitting on the floor hugging her knees. She was crying. Banging on the window is the last thing she could take. Heather started screaming “GO AWAY! PLEASE!” She was sobbing. The sound of shattered glass behind her was the sound that queued her.

She was lying on the floor of a dark void of emptiness. There was nothing she could do to assist Heather with the horrors from above, or down below. Where was she? Where is she? Who is she, Heather? Who is Heather? She had so many questions, and as far as she knows she is lying 50,000 feet above sea level, on a cliff in Sweden. She knew so much about Heather, but she knew nothing about herself. She needed questions answered now. And she didn't’t know who to trust. Not even herself. 

When Death is Crowned: Incorporating circles of circular knowing.

Aton knew he only had a few seconds to react. Grabbing his grappling gun, launching it into the floor. Was she escaping? Did she know? Or is this simply a mistake? Either way he needed to save her, and he needed to do it fast. Wind was rustling through his hair, he jumped.

 She had about twenty feet on him. He needed to make this quicker. He was slacking. He folded his arms and made himself as dynamic as possible, and began his hot pursuit on Tracy. That was her name. He remembered that just now. That’s what they told him to call her. But he knew better. You don’t capture an American woman, erase her memory, and then call her by her real name. This woman was going to be an assassin.

His thoughts were racing as he finally caught up to her. He threw his arms around her. She was cold, lifeless. Was she dead? That’d suck. But either way he needed to save himself. He wrapped his legs around her, and took ahold of his grapple. And suddenly…

…It jerked. HE ran out of slack. And of course, He dropped her in the process. He reached into his coat and pulled out his whip. As quickly as he could he roped her up, and started pulling his weight, and her weight up the grapple. He heard voices from above. He was in trouble. And so was she.

“Where is she?” Trevor demanded while leaning over a table, maps sprawled out. “I know that she isn’t dead, she’s way too powerful to die by a simple missile strike like back in New York.”

It had been weeks since the incident. Nobody knows where she is yet. They already had an identity scan through the nation. And she hadn’t shown up. They suspected the Chinese. It’s almost too obvious. They are arming they’re submarines with nukes and surrounding the United States as they spoke. They were prepared for total warfare. And America was not prepared at all.

One of the Analysts spoke up, “Sir, maybe it’s the Russians. They haven’t communicated with us in weeks. We tried contacting them and there was no answer.”

That had to be it. He had no leads at the moment. He was getting desperate. He had a paint brush, a canvas, and a deadline; but he was missing paint. “Get a satellite pointed at them! We need to get David here immediately!” He pulled out his phone and dialed the number.

Ringing, Ringing, Ringing, and more Ringing. He yelled into the phone “DAVID YOU BETTER PICK UP THE PHONE OR I’LL HAVE YOU ARRESTED!” He took a deep breath.

The phone clicked, a soft voice said hesitantly “Hello?”

“David. This is Trevor Volting. And we need you to the headquarters immediately. We need you to hack Russia.”

The voice spoke again with a little more confidence, “Hold on. I’m working on something…”

Trevor could hear button mashing, Video games. This made him furious. “PAUSE YOUR FREAKING GAME, PUT THE CONTROLLER DOWN, AND GET YOUR SORRY BUTT DOWN HERE AS SOON AS YOU CAN! Got it?”

He heard clattering. David picked up his phone off the floor. Probably scared him out of his mind, chicken, “Y-y-yes sir! I’ll be there as soon as I can, Sir!”

Trevor spoke with a soft polite voice this time, “Thank you.” then hung up. Slipping his phone into his pocket he looked around at everybody in the control room. They were all motionless, literally, except for Timothy. Things were getting strange around here. And he knew then, how great each decision he makes, will impact the life of humanity. Little did he know though that every decision he makes will greatly impact the fate of the galaxy, and the stars beyond it.

When Death is Crowned: Who's Tracy?

The mountains of Sweden were one of the most beautiful sights to see after waking up on clear day. She looked out the massive window from her king size bed. She looked around her room. White. White everything. She had no idea where she was. Or what she was doing. She had no idea of anything. She tried digging into her memory, but she only saw a woman running. That’s all she could remember. She didn’t even remember who the woman was?

She thought long and hard about that and came to the only logical conclusion. She had gone into a coma last night and forgotten everything in her past. Great. This was just wonderful. For all she knew there is some crisis and she can’t help at all with it. For all she knew World War 3 could be starting up. And she was the key to winning it. But that’s likely not the case.

She probably just lost everything in her memory. She probably was in her vacation home in the Smoky Mountains, and her husband was about to walk in the room with a warm cup of coffee to wake her up. Coffee. She let out a long sigh as she let the thought seep deep into her mind. Whatever happened to her, she knew that she needed coffee.

She threw her covers off, got out, and realized. She has nothing but a nightgown on. And ye arctic lies ahead.  She shuddered as her feet touched the ground. Apparently her teeth clattered a bit, cause when she turned her head, there was a man standing there, tall, pale, and bald. He was holding a hot cup of coffee, for her, she presumed.

He spoke in a low, rumbling voice “My name is Aton Bowden, I’m aware you might be confused. So I came to let you know that Breakfast is down the hall and there is freshly brewed coffee. They made it especially for you”

She wondered if he knew how confused she was. She figured she would ask. “W-w-wait, l-l-let me get t-t-t-this…completely c-c-clear…” She took a break. She was stuttering? Has she always been this stupid? “…You didn’t b-bring that coffee ffffor me?”

Aton chuckled. Comforting. And then he spoke in a mocking tone “First of all, this is not for you. Second of all, this is Hot Chocolate. I don’t like coffee”.

She was in awe. “Okay. I need some time to gather myself. I’ll be out in a few hours. I mean…sorry…minutes.”

He nodded, took a sip of his imposter coffee, spun; and left the room with a slow close of the door. She sighed. There is no way I’m married to him. He doesn’t seem of the rich and famous personality. He looks too poor.

She walked toward the desk with a plastic green apple on it, the only thing of color in the room. She tried to think, “who am I? Where am I? Who is “Aton Bowden” and where did he come from? He sounds Mexican, or German…”

Her world began to spin, in a daze she fell toward the giant window, overlooking the mountains. When she put her hands to catch herself, the window shattered into thousands of pieces. She saw in the spin that Aton was running for her. But it was too late. She was falling into an empty void.

Her eyes started watering. Is this how she was going to die? Is this the end? She just woke up and couldn’t even remember who she is, and this is when she dies? Maybe. Maybe not. Who knows really? Unless Aton happens to be a master martial artist, then she really doesn’t stand a chance against fifty-thousand feet to who knows what. 

When death is crowned: Intro to Aton Bowden.

Aton Bowdon was a tall, well-built, dark, and incredibly handsome young man, with a terrible sense of humor. He was trained by his father in martial arts, when he was only seven years old. He had no memory of his mother, but he has heard from his father that she was American, and he only met her once. At the age of 15 Aton’s father was murdered by Chinese hit man. He had no place to go. So he only sought out revenge. His skills acquired over a span of 6 years put him to the age of 21. He was then shipped to Constantinople as an assassin working on contracts. His skills were recognized as one of the top Marksmen in the world. Not to mention he knows how to use his hands as weapons.

People often hear his name and think of him as a supernatural human, something that only exists, merely through stories. No one realizes that he is a living legend. But the one thing that often catches people off guard. Aton Bowdon is blind. He works alone. Relying only on his sense in smell, feel. And what he lacks in vision, he makes up for in hearing. He is the Ultimate Assassin. 

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“So what do you think? She’s hardly dangerous herself. It’d be a piece of cake for you.” Said a low voice across a table from Aton.

“I’ll take the job, I just charge more than five million dollars for a contract, especially overseas. I will do it, for free. But only this time, because it sounds fun.”

“Excellent”

That was all that needed to be said. That was all that Aton needed to know. He was ready for a vacation. But what he didn’t know, is that he just excepted an invite to his greatest challenge yet. He would not see what was about to go on around him. But he will hear every bit of it. This is going to be his downfall. And will fail. And he will die. 

When death is crowned: Heather's beckoning

Rushing through the dry grass of the valleys, she realized then she should’ve taken her car. She had been running for at least an hour now. She stopped to check her cell phone, battery almost dead, she had only been running for ten minutes, of course. She couldn’t keep running. Her heart was beating like a tribal drum, and the cramps were getting to her head. She knew they’d be on her tail in a couple minutes. Maybe if she stayed low, they wouldn’t see her.

She her heard loud thumps coming her way. She kneeled down into the towering grass, hearing the thumps getting closer and closer. She could hardly see through the grass. But she could see one of the men coming straight for her, oblivious. She had a moment to plan for retaliation, she already decided she would. She had no idea what she was doing, but whatever it was, it needed to be quick, swift, quiet, and she knew none of those.

THUMP, THUMP, THUMP…

They stopped. She couldn’t see them, she had no idea where they were. But the silence is worse than the loud thumps pounding down her spine. She was breathing loud; she held her breath, hoping to be able to hear them. Her heart was beating louder than ever, that was a bad idea. She let go and started breath, apparently too loud. Cause one of them had his arms around her neck, and had her hands tied up before she could resist. They put a ragged white cloth over her mouth, chloroform. She was out in a split second. She was in trouble.

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Heather was hot, sweating, and suffocating. They took the brown paper bag off her head, she was on a metal folding chair in, small, dark, kitchen.  There were two men sitting in the living room on the other side of the house. She spoke.

“What’s going on? Why did you take me?”

One of them stood, and breathed. He wore a Flanner checkered shirt, tucked in, boot-cut jeans, He was your stereotypical cowboy impersonator.  After he slowly made his way around the kitchen table, he stood in front of her. He spoke.

“Heather is your name. I know who you are and I know you’re past, far better than you do. My name is Trevor Volting. And I will be your best friend, and protector.”

She had no idea what he was talking about. He is Honest at least. She figured she’d say something or ask a question,“Protector, from what? And why are we here? Where are we?”

He halted her just in time for the door to creek open. A man walked in, he seemed about as lost as her. She read his name tag, it said “Timothy Shelfer”  He’s short.

Trevor spoke “Timothy, I am not your enemy, I’ll assure you that. This is your cousin.” He motioned at her. She was more lost then ever.

She panicked, starting to fidget with her necklace “Cousin? Answer my question. What are you protecting me from?”

“He’s your cousin. Trust us. But first we need to focus on getting out of here. Heather. Stand up. Long story short, our country is about to get into a war that is bigger than we bargained for. They don’t know it yet. But you will be the key to victory for the United States.”

“A key,  Great. I've lived my whole life I had a future. And here I learn from complete strangers, that I’m a freaking key.”

Tim spoke up for the first time, “Heather, calm yourself. The country is going to be forced into a situation where they will need you. It’s a supernatural thing. I know you don’t believe in super powers. But you have them. I have them. It’s in our genes”

Yeah right. These guys were loaded with a bunch of crap. This so called ‘cousin’ of hers is sitting here trying to convince her that she has superpowers? This whole thing is extremely crazy. Then again, it sounds pretty fun. If they think of her as some kind of God, She might be able to make a fortune. What the heck. She might as well…

She put on her best negotiation face “How much are you willing to pay?”

Trevor spoke without hesitation “You’re life, how does that sound?”

With that, it’d be stupid to say no. So she said with hesitation “…Sure, what the heck. I have nothing better to do.” 

He sighed deeply while turning around and looking at one of his guards. He had a gun in his back pocket. Who does that? She stood up and went to the sink, to wash her hands. No water, great. She turned around and looked at Trevor, who was now in the living room, talking to both of his little henchmen.

She spoke loudly, annoyingly, and with power, “So when do you start?”

He turned and stared at her with eyes of hope, “We start as soon as we get a hold of the government, I’m hoping we can get these things figured out before the Germans come to capture-“ But she couldn't listen to his words anymore, she couldn't keep her eyes off the glowing orange light that was just outside. Before she knew it, the house was caving in on them, and the ground was falling beneath them. She couldn't see Trevor, but she didn't care. All she cared for was her own safety.  She could only come to one conclusion while she was running outside of the house. The world had declared war on her, and she can only choose one side. And that side right now, was herself.

A tremor shook the earth underneath her while she was running across the street. She fell to her knees. A school bus was driving right for her. Getting closer, and closer, everything around her was going wrong all at once. And she couldn't do anything. She only wished that she could survive this, or did she? The school bus had no intention of slowing its terrifying pace. She reached out her hands in a last ditch effort the save herself. The bus was nothing short of ten feet from her, when it lifted off the ground.  It was floating along with her hands, as though she was controlling it. Everything around her seemed to have paused. No noise was being made, as though time had been completely stopped. She looked around to see Trevor under a pile of rubble. She hadn't seen Timothy since a few seconds ago in the house, when everything was normal, or more normal. Something struck her neck. She felt no pain, but she blacked out. There was an empty hole in her head, a gap that was incompletely filled, a massive void of subconscious. She was watching herself run out of the house; a straight path of blue light was circling in front of her, shielding her from harm.  She was supernatural.  And then, black. 

When death is crowned: Intro to Timothy Shelfer

Timothy Shelfer, was one of the of the United States best undercover agents. At a towering five feet, five inches, he was pale as a vampire.  Weighing in at 260 pounds, makes up for it in muscle. He put down his pen, signing his name for the hundredth time this morning, he’s only been clocked in for half an hour. Leaning back, thinking about his tiny office, he just moved into it from a cubical a week ago. His phone startled him. Strange, He wasn't easily scared. He reached forward and picked the phone up out of its cradle, took a breath, and spoke.

“Timothy’s office, this is…Timothy”. He said this awkwardly. Somehow he made it to be a field agent. 

A lower voice spoke “Tim, we have your cousin captive. We know what you do, and we know what you’re capable of. Find us and we can negotiate” this voice was muffled. He had no idea who this was. So he asked the obvious question.

“Who is this?”

“Timothy. We know your intelligent, so just find us.”

Tim had no idea what was going on. He had control of his life. Everything was going right, he had a girlfriend, Susan. Who was an amazing girl, always lifted him up, and moved him forward. She was beautiful in his eyes. He had a well-paid Job. A Running car, it was paid for. Everything was going for him. This phone call pulled him out of his comfort zone, threw him in some mud, and kicked him in the face a few times. He forgot he was still on the phone.

“Look I don’t know what you’re talking about, I don’t have a cousin. And-“

The voice interrupted “Her name is Heather Shelfer. Ring a bell?”

Timothy was speechless, this made his skin crawl. “I don’t have any cousins…that I know of”

“Look Tim…” This bothered him. No one calls him Tim. “… We've done the research. What did you Mom tell you about your Dad’s murder?”

Timothy thought this was getting strange, but he answered. “My mother told me that My Dad was murdered alongside my uncle…why?”

“Your uncle’s name was Teddy Shelfer. He was a private investigator. He worked for only those who offered the right price. He was a bounty hunter. But Tim, your uncle was married, he was murdered during his wife’s pregnancy, who died during the birth. But the baby survived.”

This was news to Timothy. He has a cousin. He was starting to question the evil in this phone call. “So how old is this cousin? Is it a ‘He’ or a ‘she’? are you going to hurt-“

The voice interrupted again, how rude, “You have exactly forty-eight hours to be walking in this room, or we will pump her full of cyanide. It will be easy. The clock starts now” Timothy sat there in his suit, lounging in an office chair, realizing he has a cousin in captivity. He needed to save her. He spoke back into the phone 

“I’ll be there, you can count on it” But he realized that he was talking to nobody.  “How rude!”.

Just then his secretary walked in, she looked nice today. Sandra was a short, darker toned, brunette. She walked smoothly up to his desk, with an envelope in her hands. She set it down gently.

“Someone just delivered this, for you. They said you’d better open it, its ‘urgent” She said it in quotation marks, in a lower voice.

Reading it out loud he was taking it all in “You will find us in your home, we made sure your girlfriend won’t be coming for the dinner date. So you can come in with no one else. Sit down at a table with us and we can discuss the matters.”

Sandra had a puzzled look on her face, he tried covering it. “It’s just a joke from a friend. Don’t worry about it. But I need to go.” He stood grabbing his suit coat and putting it on, trying to stay cool. He started making his way past her. Once he got past the wooden door he started running, down the hallway, to the elevator. He smashed the ‘down’ button enough times to please his conscious. The doors opened finally, and he got in and pressed the ‘Ground Floor’ Button. He was whispering under his breath.

“I am Timothy Shelfer. I am five foot, five. I am a 38 years old. I don’t have any parents, I don’t really care one way or another. But one thing I do care about, is this cousin of mine, that I have never met. And I hope that I will be able too. Cause I am a good person.”

                                                 

                                                                       1.2

Timothy was wrong. He was not a good person. He spent his childhood in foster homes bullying the kids in school, two of the kids committed suicide. Once he got to high school, he got involved with Drugs, drinking, and sex. When he was 19, he robbed a convenience store with his friend. When the cops showed up, he grabbed the money, shot his friend in the knee, and took off running. He spent that night in an alley along one of the side roads in New York City. He made a hobby out of making friends and then betraying them. He made money while doing that. And that’s all that matters.  At the age of 23, his reputation came back to bite him. A group of friends who he betrayed found him, raided his apartment, and beat him. A few of them stayed up later to turn him into the cops, where he stayed for 8 years. He was released early for good behavior.  When he got out he was 31 years old. He then joined the military. He quickly worked his way up the ranks. They saw potential in him; at the age of 34 they asked him to be a field agent. He agreed. He had organized a few, clean, successful, assassinations on terrorists. He had become something great. He is a hero. But one thing he had learned, is that you’re enemy’s define who you are. But he, Timothy George Shelfer, had crowned death herself. 

Humans...

Some people like to become biologists and study animals and stuff. That's totally cool. But I like to watch Humans. I've noticed things these days. I'm sure there were ways to do what I'm about to point out. but it's gotten worse over time. I'll name the main point. and then expand on that. So here I go.


Self Consciousness: This has gone from Thinking out loud in peoples heads. To out on the interwebs. Our Example will be "Do I look fat?"...Original huh? So now we have people who used to just think it. and maybe ask someone close to them when it comes to their mind. But now it has to be out on the web. People put it out on Facebook. People come to the rescue and are all like "Ohhh! No your not fat! Your beautiful!" Which is exactly what the person wanted them to say. Now I'm wondering how people can continuously fall for the same trap over and over again? The only logical conclusion is that they aren't falling for it. I know. this is weird. But we do this without being aware of it. but we come to the rescue, knowing that we'll need it eventually. Is this the circle of life? I don't know. But its getting weirder and weirder as things go.




(Psychological term): I don't know what it is. But this is something I've always found fascinating over time. But its kind of like this.

Sir #1: (Drops wallet)

Sir #2: (Picks up said wallet and returns it) Hey, sir #1! You dropped your wallet and I picked it up to give it to you!

Notice how Sir #2 pretty much worshiped himself over his good deed? People do things like this over and over again. Picking up garbage off the street and looking around wondering if anyone saw him perform this public of amazingness. He should get a gold medal, a plaque, and a one way ticket to heaven.

Seriously its stupid. I know you like to be recognized for what we do. But for every dumb thing you do, do you look around  wondering if anyone saw you perform this public display of stupidity? No! You Don't. Well some people do. that leads to the next topic.


I don't even know what to call this either. So...(Throws that idea out the window) This is a really simple topic to get, so I don't need to explain much. So here I go...

...People do stupid things to get attention. Specifically members of the Male Gender.





Either way! Its Late! And I need to get to bed! Enjoy reading! And have a wonderful weekend!

What you didn't know about drive through.

Well I think we can all agree that we don't know everything. We would like to believe that we do. We would like to do it without any work at all. And we all know that if we literally knew everything, our heads would explode. yup.


So now we can enter this thought process. Just because the person is working at a fast food restraint, does not mean that they are stupid. It means we're smart enough to know that we're going to need money in our future.

Now...You may think you are smarter then those of us who have gone through training to work in a drive through. But you aren't. The phrase "The Costumer is Always Right" Is about the biggest piece of crap...ever...other then dinosaurs pooping rainbows on mars. I just made that up.

But no.  you are not always right. You might always get your way...but that's cause we're bending over backwards hoping to please you. And rarely have a heard a "Thank you so much" But when I do! Hey. It's legit.
One of the worse things is the morning. People have not had they're coffee yet. But they didn't have time to make they're own coffee, so they come get some from me. (By the way I woke up at four in the morning) Just to give you a cup of coffee that you probably didn't get what you wanted. Don't blame us, We're giving you what you asked for. You might have not said the right thing. Remember, you haven't had your coffee yet ;)

And the other thing is when people come by at lunch hour and order "five twenty piece chicken nuggets, fourteen large fries (no salt), and 160 cookies, and 12 dipped cones." PLEASE CALL US AND ORDER BEFORE YOU GET THERE! Cause we do not have 100 nuggets sitting there waiting for you. if we did that all the time, we would be throwing them away all the time. And if we did that, we would end up going out of business. And if that happened, all the coffee drinkers would go crazy and lash out at everyone. And when that happens, everyone is cranky. And when everyone is cranky, you kill each other. And no more Chicken Nuggets.

So there you have it. You will probably wait a while, if you come to us with an order like the one I listed above. Cause we have to make everything for you. And the other people, who are also ordering food. Remember, the world does not evolve around you. And there is never a time that it does. The world evolves around the sun.

Thanks for reading, and please take some consideration for others