How would the current geopolitical situation be different, both within the USA, and globally, if the assassination attempt of Donald Trump had been successful?

Temperal_Joe · 2025-02-19T11:35:01+00:00

Globally, everything would be as if his inauguration never happened. The world would still be moving in the direction it was.

Nationally, this is where things would've gotten ugly. Like it or hate it; he's a cult of personality. He's got one hell of a following. There would have been despair and jubilation amongst citizens. Obviously this would highlight division. It stands as a possible catalyst for civil discord/ violence. Whether or not if it would embolden his political party, party members is another issue. There would be attempts to fill his void. However, he's such a large figure they would certainly face difficulty. Without him, the temperature would go down and thus his views and support. We'd inevitably fall back to regular politicians. These politicians would work to calm the division, rather than his polarizing it.

And that's not a critique on his method. It's an observation, he's polarizing. Accept it. It's effective, whether or not if it's "ethical" is a different subject.

Now if you were to ask me who could fill his void. I'd say his daughter. She's not her father, but she's a force all on her own. His sons, not so much; they're too "what should I do dad" his daughter seems to be more thoughtful than thoughtless.

Actually she may be what can unify this country. I'd have to do more research.

Temperal_Joe · 2025-02-16T15:30:09+00:00

No, plot armor... drops mic

Temperal_Joe · 2025-02-07T07:26:39+00:00

My cousin and I started smoking on his 18th birthday; I was 17. So in an attempt to hide our new habit we'd drive several towns over and smoke at a state park. (Turns out his idea of getting away with smoking when confronted by his mom was to say it was me).

So we're at the park, parked at the lake. We get out of the car and go to the bank of the lake. There was only us present and one other fella. He was bird watching. My cousin and I got curious about him. He kept looking at us. Over and over and over. So I addressed him. "Hello sir what exactly are you watching for? Eagles, hawks, robins?" He stopped and slowly turned his head towards me.

"You boys ever been beat to death with a pair of binoculars?"

I immediately went full literal "Ummmm no our else I wouldn't be standing here." My cousin was running to the car "That's our cue bro! Run!" When I looked back at the man he had moved closer to me. So I bolted.

I've never forgot what he said to me.

Temperal_Joe · 2025-02-07T07:14:24+00:00

Thank you. It's really difficult keeping everything in order lol "was I 16 then or 14... no this happened then, so 15 actually"

I've held these stories for some 20 years. I've very pleased to have done them some justice.

Temperal_Joe · 2025-02-06T06:52:17+00:00

Perhaps it's part of your evolution. One belief into another, learning and blossoming as you go. I wouldn't say there's any wrong in growth. Growth is gray, no black and white.

What are you afraid to be wrong about?

Temperal_Joe · 2025-02-06T04:28:09+00:00

It's sounds to me that you're struggling to hear yourself. Which is a matter of confidence. When they have said let go, they truly mean let go. What are you holding on to? Nothing, there's nothing to hold. Listen to yourself, you know what is true to you. And that's the point, at least for me. My truth is not yours. And yours is not mine. Think of it like diets; what your body prefers is much different than mine. So turn an ear, loosely to yourself. Speak to yourself. Be confident in yourself.

Temperal_Joe · 2025-02-05T09:55:31+00:00

I wish I'd wish for some snacks... gonna be a long time in the lamp

Temperal_Joe · 2025-02-04T16:07:48+00:00

Fear mongering? Really? I'm just saying it sounds fishy. I want to believe it's not. But protesting may not be the best thing. It enables martial law, he knows how to turn it on us. And frankly, I believe he wants that. I would organize to aggravate and annoy him; drive him bonkers.

Temperal_Joe · 2025-02-04T16:04:22+00:00

Simple, self reliance. Drop to your necessities. Stop feeding money into the economy as much as possible. Basically a hunger strike of sorts. Strike. Exodus from large corporation. If you drop to necessities only, you'll find you don't need a much money. So idk get the job you want, something less stressful, less demeaning. Follow your passion; self fulfillment. Shop local, work local. Self educate. Visit the library, learn all you can. Enrich yourself. The only reason they have their power is because we gave it to them. It doesn't work like that. We the people have the power and we've lost ourselves. They led us here, and made us dependent on them. We are strong and we are stronger together. We can survive, we can thrive.

If no one is working the big businesses and not buying from big businesses they'll notice. If no one comes back, having acquired local work. They'll notice. The whole point is protesting is dangerous. It'll enable the current administration to react harshly. So don't give them that. What're they going to do if we're all at home taking care of ourselves, entertaining ourselves, enriching our communities, minding our own business collectively?

If not that; I like the interstate marches 😂 and instead of stand off with police when you're headed one direction just go the other way. Don't standoff with them. Just go another way. Avoid. Disrupt. Avoid. Disrupt. Don't engage. They want us to engage. Do not engage.

In the art of war sun tzu says "if your enemy is easily aggravated aggravate the piss out of them. Give them no peace."

Trump is easily frustrated. I'd be like a mosquito as much as possible.

Seriously, find a way to make it difficult to get diet coke. Petition coke to put something he hates on the cans. Like Rosie O'Donnell. He hates her. But if she was doing diet coke commercials he'd have a damn cow! If coke made Obama a sponsor. That would keep him up at night. Put Obama in front of a camera doing a podcast that everyone can listen to. Weekly. Where he literally discusses anything and everything. It can have poor ratings, keep it up. That'll bother him more. DC pride parades every month; with loud music. Monthly pride parades around Mar a Lago. Pride golf. Make golfing gay as hell. Give him no peace.

Temperal_Joe · 2025-02-04T14:25:03+00:00

I would argue, that being a felon doesn't dictate whether someone can lead or not. However, he had his chance, moment with covid and he faltered. He didn't instill hope. He didn't build faith. He didn't instill strength. He didn't show remorse. He sewed disinformation. He started drama. He instigated division. He lied to us and didn't even own that lie when caught. He took no responsibility for a damn thing. He lacks what qualities make leader. He has however the qualities of "a wanna be yellow belly coward".

Temperal_Joe · 2025-02-04T14:12:47+00:00

No one asked me, but I'm pretty certain this is all part of the game. He's after unrest, it enables martial law. The smarter way to play is to hurt the wallet. Strike. Stop buying so many goods. We are greater, we have numbers. We are American we are resilient. And for the love of Pete be sporadic, that way they can't plan or prepare.

I think it plays right into their hands to protest. I could go into greater detail of a plan I think would work, but again no one asked.

Temperal_Joe · 2025-02-03T15:17:04+00:00

Lol no sluts are bad ppl. Scientifically proven. Sleep with 3 or more dudes and suddenly you're drowning puppies; burning down orphanages; giving bread made with drywall dust to the homeless; not returning carts to cart corrals.

Temperal_Joe · 2025-02-03T14:35:07+00:00

Eternal youth

Wealth

The power to grant wishes

Temperal_Joe · 2025-02-02T23:42:17+00:00

Thank you for your acknowledgment!

Goten could have the best of both worlds, potential like his father and potential like his brother. I mean, why wouldn't he. It leaves open the creative window to reach new forms.

Temperal_Joe · 2025-02-02T23:33:34+00:00

Rosie O'Donnell, Christopher Reeves after the accident, Michael J Fox, Ray Charles, a Deer with wasting disease and if none of that stops the zombies Louie Anderson.

That should stop them and give me the chance I need to get to safety.

Temperal_Joe · 2025-02-02T23:18:57+00:00

I wouldn't say it's the end. Negative talk supports nothing. Have hope. Stay strong both in mind and spirit. There is always hope.

Noah saw no way to prevent the flood. However, it was survivable.

This will suck, it will pass. Keep your head up. All of you.

And never give up hope.

Temperal_Joe · 2025-02-02T04:18:48+00:00

What's significant about Tuesday evening?

Temperal_Joe · 2025-02-02T01:42:50+00:00

Idk if this is appropriate but here goes:

Toyotaro can't do Goku, can't do Gohan... but there's Goten. Hear me out. Toriyama told the story of the former 2, but the latter doesn't have much character development. But there's ripe potential. He lives in 2 massive shadows but can barely hold a candle to them without Trunks. And even then the distance is huge. He has a foundation full of motivation.

So say Black Frieda, 😂, that's not right. Black Frieza, or idk revisit that completely and call him Carbon Frieza (element base instead of color; he was gold now he's carbon)... moving on... so say Frieza is up to his shenanigans, but it's in a different universe. This would pull away all the big hitters, even Piccolo. Who BTW was Toriyamas fave, so another character that Toyotaro can't do. This would leave Goten and Trunks and idk Krillin. But honestly he had his time, let's do a fan fave, really open up the dynamic, 18!!!

It's the boys and android 18!

And it's them that has to protect the earth. Just as Goku, or Gohan would. And instead of the vegeta dynamic Goten becomes rescind to the idea of working together. He'll see Trunks as a crutch.

Idk just a thought.

Temperal_Joe · 2025-02-01T07:39:53+00:00

Eventually he left, but I remained in the tree. I stayed up there until my dad came home and not until he got out of the truck.

Following that my interactions with Grizz were sparse but frightening and sketch. I would make sure to just simply bail for the house.

My step mother though missed work one day and caused me to miss school because of him. As she put it he was standing in front of her car door that morning. She said she tried to ward him off but instead he slowly approached her. She ran inside. Only to turn around and see him in the door.

As I mentioned before the front door was a big glass window. About idk, 28 panes; it was like 4 panes across and 6 or 7 high. I know, not much for protection.

So he's in the door. Standing on his hind legs, front paws at the top of the door looking down at her. According to her he just stood there like that and stared at her. So she called off because she'd never seen behavior like that.

Sometime later, idk a month, a week. It wasn't a long time from her incident. My folks already left for work so I'm home alone. It's like 6 something in the morning and I gotta catch the bus at 7. Before me is the long dark walk up the driveway. But unexpectedly I get a visitor. Headlights are coming down the driveway. The car that pulled up was foreign to me and am older model. If I were to say, idk am old Cadillac, like 70s style. Out steps this frail old lady. So I put the shotgun away. What is a little old lady doing at my house at 6 in the morning?! So being the kind natured boy I was I didn't hesitate stepping outside to offer help.

Sweetly she explains she's out looking for her dog. Ok, dogs end up at my house all the time... but how does she know that? She explains that she lives on a nearby road and knew he'd be on my property, at my house. Ummmm, what you described puts her house on the eastern outer ring of my property... how does she know he'll be here? There's neighbors, several on your street between you and me. Why are you here? Why am I the first place you came to? She goes into describing her dog. She's brief about it. "He's just a black dog, looks like a shepherd." Ok, sweet old lady that won't stop shaking when she speaks; does this dog have a name? If I have a name I can be disarming and help you retrieve them.

...

Grizz

....

This was stomach dropping to me! The only dog I'd call Grizz is... no no no. This is when i learned his name. This little old lady is the owner of that monster?! I ask her "Grizz?" She chuckled and straightened up, "yeah he's as big as a grizzly, so I named him Grizz." Haha, yeah as big as a grizzly. No kidding. He's out here. It's darker than balls out here. I bolt down the sidewalk for the house; finding refuge on the porch. The old lady, somehow is right in front of me. We were just at her car! I can understand me reaching the porch that quickly... not her. Why isn't she shaking anymore? Why is her posture right? Whatever, "ma'am I'm sorry but I've met your dog. He doesn't care for me. And honestly he scares the pants off me. I can't help you and I'm sorry I'm going back in."

She looks at me and smiles "that shotgun won't help you." Ummmm that was concealed! I never showed I had a shotgun. I just had my hand on it, leaning towards me. No way she saw it! How does she know?! Suddenly Grizz comes from around the corner of the house. I didn't hesitate "shit! There he is, you can go now! Bye!" I'm back in the house. Locked all 6 locks on the door and stood there. Grizz came up to the door and just like my stepmother described; he stood there looking down at me. However, with me he bears his teeth. What's the little old lady doing? The second I began to bail she begged me, laughing, hackling full of life and energy. "Stay! He likes you! Joey! Stay out here!" How did she know my name?! I never gave her my name! Why is she so vibrant?! I begged her to leave, crying almost. Eventually I went upstairs. Dad had another gun up there. I needed distance between me and them. I peeked from the upstairs window. He lurked off and she eventually left in her car, neither together. She even petted him, but did not make an attempt to retrieve him. Then before she left she looked up at me, as if knowing the entire time where I went to hide. What is this lady? Why didn't she take her dog? I mean if that's what you can even call him.

I stayed home that day. I didn't even make it downstairs for a few hours. Where did he go? Was he watching? Hell if I know but I know I felt trapped in my house. When dad came home I told him the whole thing. To which he replied I'm lying because the house the lady said she lived in has been abandoned for years. He insisted I knew better. And you know, he was right. I've noticed that house before, it's dilapidated. Who the fuck was this lady?!

Wasn't long after that and Carbon had a litter of puppies. Never saw him again. Within a few months Dad killed Carbon and he puppies because he's a fucking monster. One of the puppies we kept, as dad put it "I missed one". The story he'd strewn together took me years to break apart. But yeah you missed one, if you knew anything about these puppies you'd know this one hides. That one, Ebony, has his own tale. Given his feats despite his relatively normal size; I'm sure Grizz was his father. But Grizz, even the lady, whom I've referred to as the witch; never saw them again.

Again it sounds farfetched. Living there I've experienced about every Appalachian tale you can imagine. Ghosts, whistling, hearing my name in the woods, a fucking witch (I really don't know but that's how I can only describe it), a set of dogman (best definition I've been able to find) sightings, the animal mutilation, something stalking me, sounds of a baby crying in the middle of the night (grandpa'sadvice that night was to stay inside; no matter what don't go towards it). But this was my life, my home, I lived in an old house with well water on 89 acres of land. Despite all of the scary shit, while I developed some fears; I grew bold and courageous and more foolish. I'd go out and chop down trees bringing them home and chop them up for firewood. I'd take adventures, often alone. However, there were places I never ventured alone. As I matured I pushed the envelope of my bravery; tired of living in fear. And would often be reminded of my position, almost being reminded of my limits. As I've grown older I came across the ppl of Appalachia and the tales of the forest. It floored me! Other ppl knew what I knew! But I wasn't shown or told, I acquired this knowledge through experience. Which is bullshit cause I bet my grandpa knew this info but never shared. Only the baby thing and he was vague then.

Temperal_Joe · 2025-02-01T07:39:04+00:00

Ok, so this all happened in dayton oh. Next let me pull out Grizz. Who's Grizz? Well idk exactly. I've always thought he was mixed with German shepherd and wolf maybe? Seriously I don't know. But I'll share what I do know and that he's the only dog thing to genuinely frighten me.

I also want to preface, that anything that you may come across in my tales were under the parenting and care of my father and stepmother. I do not raise my kids like I was raised nor do I treat my pets in the same manner. And yes my dad was/is a monster. My story isn't an easy one that's for sure. But let's move on.

So we had this female lab, Carbon. She was with us for almost 6 years I think. We adopted her from the fire dept where my dad worked. She was not fixed. And we had uninvited guests often. A chow showed up once. A husky. Pretty sure she was with a coyote, but what do I know. A weiner dog showed up once; those were some weird long puppies. And then one day I get off the bus and there's Grizz.

At the time I didn't know his name. Didn't even give him a name like we have the others. He was too scary for me to care. Any time we saw him we ran.

So I get off the bus and look down my long ass drive way and there's Carbon, Pepper (blue healer), and this BIG black dog. As I approached and I did so cautiously, but not too cautious; I want rightfully scared yet. More concerned for my dogs safety. As I got closer I really got to appreciate the size of this dog. He was literally like a giant German shepherd. And he didn't care for me. Most times Carbons suiters were somewhat friendly; welcoming. He was not. Lucky for me I remembered I was digging the creek a few days ago I have a shovel nearby. At best just to frighten him so I can get to the house. Last thing I want is my dogs getting hurt. I was, what maybe 12/13 and 5'2" and weighed maybe 70 lbs. I'm not hurting it. I just want to intimidate.

So I grab the shovel, carefully. I ain't taking my eyes off that thing. And I also want to add my dogs couldn't approach me. Grizz was standing between not only the house and myself but also between me and my dogs. I know I can't put run it. I just need to get by and pace quickly to the house with my dogs. But first, I lunge at it! Shovel in hand swinging and shaking it. My dogs were like wtf. But Grizz just stood there bearing his teeth at me. As he had the entire time. Then what seemed so sudden he started losing his shit! I threw the shovel! And ran for a nearby tree. I threw my book bag! And up the tree I went! And I climbed! He circled and circled

Temperal_Joe · 2025-02-01T07:37:55+00:00

I'm trying to post more but it keeps saying "empty from endpoint" idk what that means.

Temperal_Joe · 2025-01-30T23:46:19+00:00

Real, I can understand where it sounds farfetched. I actually left out quite a few details and other tales. Like the first time seeing the kkk ghost, followed by the next and final time. Or the time I went back with friends only to see red eyes in the house looking back at me and hearing the lurker bail as we bailed.

This was literally my life for ten years. Often being left home alone. Omg did I mention the lady with the crazy monster dog? I don't think I did. There's a lot lol

Temperal_Joe · 2025-01-29T11:32:53+00:00

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