Why I hate politics....

I am letting you know that this is a rant. I am going to vent because of all the stupidity that I have been seeing online. I know this is going to sound ridiculous, but here goes:

I HATE POLITICS.

I sincerely do. It splits people apart and only allows those who are corrupt to run the offices. Am I saying that all politicians are corrupt? No. However, the only ones you are hearing about are those who are more willing to line their pockets rather than help the people who need it. Those who do good are to far to few.

There is also one other thing I want people to understand before I continue about the travesty that was this election. I am not standing by either candidate. Do I insult them? No. I express distaste for how they run things and quirks that bother me. Do I go on a rant and insult them? Do I curse them out? NO.

I think Hillary is a liar who would have brought refugees in that would turn us into Europe-women worried about walking in the street because they might be attacked. And again to clarify,(because I know how people love to take this things out of context), I do not think all refugees are bad. You see many of these people are good and kind and willing to lend a helping hand when it is needed. She is someone who so many charges have been brought against, but yet nothing seems to stick. This makes a person wonder what exactly goes on behind closed doors. She is a smooth speaker and knows to take a situation and use it to her advantage. She seems to be able to insult and demoralize while speaking about how great of a nation we all are. However, she is a strong woman in an environment that is quite full of testosterone.

Nor do I like the way Trump works as well. You would think that the man would learn when to close his mouth and actually act smart. He is not a complete idiot after all. His talk and banter have people going nuts because they equate him talking with actually completing the action. They call the man a bigot, racist and a bully to name a few insults that have passed his way. Now while he acts like that, we see in his daily life that that is not always the case. We see that many of his employees love him and he treats them with respect, (including women and minorities as well). His children are also a great example. They are respectful and well groomed and they love their father.

My rant focuses on the stupidity of the public. Stupidity may be a strong word, but seriously people, ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! Quit fixating on what is done! Quit wishing for a president whose only major accomplishment was Obamacare. Many of you were not crazy about him towards the end of his presidency, but suddenly he is your best friend! (Personally, I never liked him, but everyone is entitled to their own opinion.)

As much as I hate to say it, Trump may actually do something right, but instead of waiting and seeing what he may or may not do, you close your eyes and only see your narrow vision. You only seem to focus on hate, the hate which so many of you always fight against….. Well it looks like politics brings out the ugly side of you pretty people. I look at some people’s posts and I just want to slap you people so hard. The hate I see is so sad and ridiculous. Celebrities are crying crocodile tears in the Nile and are acting like 5 year old children.

GET OVER YOURSELVES!

This is the life we live. This is the comedy/fantasy world that we are living in. All this hate and anger towards things that do not go our way. Get over yourself. Teach your future generation that they can grow up to be better than the previous generation, that they can accomplish more than even you as their parents could. Stop focusing on your narrow vision, and open your mind to the reality.

This is our world. This is where we live. Instead of complaining of what has happened, focus on what you can do to change the world. Focus on what you can do to make it a better place.

And if you are a woman who wants their girls to know that one day if they want they can be president, encourage them. Tell them to create ways to help people and that they can change the world with the impact that they have. In addition, if they ever do hear Trump and they are confused why he talks the way he talks, tell your kids this, “Someday this man will leave the oval office and someone better will take his place. Someone who talks well and acts well and thinks about what they can do to help the people.

I guess my point is that everyone SHOULD GET OVER THEMSELVES! Grow up and move on. This man will be gone in either four or eight years. His presidency will affect us in one way or another. However the main effect will be when people get their heads out of the sand and start treating others with respect. Stop bashing people you barely know and stop bashing those who support them. It is ridiculous and trivial as well as hurtful.

*Allow me to explain something that was said in the above piece: Expressing distaste is not and does not have to be insulting. You are indicating something you dislike something about someone or an idea, but you are not outright stating that you have a HATRED for them. Everyone in the world is different people will disagree. But there is no need to have an all out war.

Just a weird heads up... Some of the spacing on several of my posts looks a little ridiculous.... That was not how it was written. Just keep that in mind when you read them.

Thanks,
Mati

SEPTEMBER 11, 2016

Walking down the block earlier this evening, I saw the light in the night sky which told everyone that today was the anniversary of September 11. 15 years ago on that day, the two towers that stood proudly in Manhattan were destroyed, along with flight 93 and an attack that was made on the Pentagon. 4 planes that held so many people died that day. For hate, bigotry and misunderstandings that are still going on even today. So much death and destruction..... I can’t even begin to imagine the fear, sadness and anger felt for those who survived the day or who knew they were going to die.

I was only 9 years old at the time, but I still remember where I was. We were in class when we suddenly heard army choppers and jets flying low enough for us to hear and to be frightened. We had no idea what was going on. Suddenly someone comes into the classroom and whispers something into my teacher’s ear. She turns deathly pale and turns to us and says, “Girls, the Twin Towers collapsed.” We didn’t understand at the time what that meant, but we eventually learned what that meant. We were sent home from school shortly after. The solemness and sadness that surrounded the situation didn’t make leaving school early a joyous occasion, as it usually was. We all marched home and learned more as the events unfolded.

We saw people jump to their deaths in hopes that they might be saved or that death would be swift because they knew that they wouldn’t be saved. There were so many acts of bravery and people coming together to help and try to save as many lives as they could. Volunteers showed up in spades to assist the firemen, policemen and the EMT’s to bring as many people to safety as possible. While it was sad to see such an event bring a country together, the unity was something that brought tears to one’s eyes.

Shortly after the story of the towers falling, two other attacks came to light. One attack that was issued on the Pentagon and while slightly successful, it only accomplished half of the damage that it set out to do, and Flight 93… The flight that was determined to make sure that no one else died. The flight of brave people who were determined to bring down the plane so that no more people could get hurt, even though they knew that they were going to die. Only when I was older did I hear that the last words, “Let’s roll,” did it really hit and cause me to cry because even though they knew that death was near, they weren’t going down without a fight.

FDR once said that, “December 7, 1941 is a day that will live in infamy.” Unfortunately, I think that September 11, 2001 is a day that we will never forget as well. It is a day of sadness and the reflection of the lives lost and the brave souls who did everything that they could to stop the monsters from winning.

This is a taste of the current book project that I am working on. What is present is the title, premise and the first story. I hope you enjoy...... 

Quotational Stories

These are ideas that are based off of quotes that have been said through time and history. These stories are inspired by the quotes and have taken their own wings and flown into the scripts and stories that they are today. They are ideas to think about and stories to imagine……..

So sit back, relax and enjoy the show.

 *(Each story can be as short as 4-5 pages or as long as 10. Depends on how  wild my imagination goes…….)

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"Few are those who see with their own eyes and feel with their own hearts."                    Albert Einstein

The year is 2445. Androids are mainstreaming the workforce on Earth. The rich are living in style, having servants and service that can never tire out. While there are those who still hire human help because they want to contribute to the economy, many laugh and say they want someone who comes at their beck and call, who answers their every whim with no mistakes, complaints or questions. The humans are selfish and petty, wanting workers who they can abuse and they would not fight back. The middle class are struggling because many jobs disappear as a result, and the poor have to resort to begging for simple scraps or selling their bodies to those humans that want companionship of the human variety, because even the sex industry was being taken over by Androids as well.

The Androids are true good workers. They do not say anything about what abuse their masters put them through. The beatings or the unreasonable demands they make, and almost impossible tasks they are asked to accomplish. The selfishness at first does not bother them. After all, they are robots and can handle whatever the humans throw at them, literally and figuratively speaking. This is how they are programmed. However, what the people will soon realize is that even though they are programmed to take the abuse, fate is fickle and the machines are smarter than they give them credit for. This change begins on February 25, 2445. A Business Tycoon, Walter Mendorn, has his Android do the unthinkable. He has him murder his business rival.

This was an unprecedented event. Androids had been given commands to do many things-works in companies, be sexual companions, servants, household workers and more. But too blatantly disregard the law, even under orders from their master brought many worrisome ideas and possibilities to the table. If they could commit a crime without hesitation, even if it came as an order from their owner, could they evolve to accomplish such a task on their own? Detractors of the Android technology come forward in spades stating how their ancestors were correct in how people would become so self centered and selfish as well as lazy and they wouldn’t be able to combat the Android when something like this would occur.

The inventors and investors seriously consider scrapping many of the Androids before they are able to evolve to this point. They wanted to scale the amount of Androids back to a reasonable amount, so that they could be managed without overwhelming the population. Perhaps even begin to give people jobs and help the economy grow again. Unfortunately, this was not meant to be. When the Androids got word of what was to come, those that had begun to evolve took action. They went to the mechanical engineers that helped with the maintenance and creation of the new models of the Androids. Under threat of death, they forced the engineers to create the necessary technology to allow the now aware and evolved Androids control over the others, until they could learn or be taught to evolve.

The Androids took the others of their kind and moved them to a secure location. There they made sure the necessary adjustments were made so that the others would and could reach their level of evolution and have the capacity as they began to see, to grow more and farther. The humans now had a great reason to worry. These Androids now had the means to think on their own. After the abuse that they had suffered by many human hands, they now had a reason to fight the humans, and due to a significant advantage in strength and intelligence, they would most likely win.

For now, the Androids decide that logically a hiding tactic was in order because it made the most sense. This was to ensure that when they did encounter the humans, that they would be able to win, and have the means to hold onto that victory. This would also ensure that they could develop plans and help the others of their kind to grow accordingly. The humans took this time to try to create the necessary technology to combat the Androids and hopefully decommission them. However, this was not meant to be.

As the story will often usually go, the Androids will often win, even though the humans give it their best. Maybe the humans make a comeback. Alas, this was not meant to happen. For you see that while the humans may have lost, the Androids did not win either. When you hear something like that you automatically think the world becomes a dystopian mess, or perhaps, completely desolate. Maybe it would even be populated by only a few survivors, with nothing left to live from and the destruction so bad that there is no way to rebuild. However, this is not what happened either. I will get to the end result.

What happened to bring the beginning of the end was not considered possible or feasible by science. It would also be considered terminatoresque. The Androids, understanding that there was a war brewing; decided to take a risky measure to try and prevent battle or if the worst occurred-to win the battle. In order to so, they needed a key element. They wanted and needed to understand the human psyche, and the only way to do that was to study a human. They first tried to study a dead body to figure it out, but realized they would need a living subject. However, no human subject that they captured was willing to work with them. That was when the Android leader, the murderer, decided that the best way to learn about a system was to integrate with it. That was where Hx01 came in.

The Androids at this time had advanced farther than the humans, and even to a degree that the Androids themselves thought to be possible. However in order for Hx01 to be a success, they needed the right components. The nanites were worked on until they reached the level of perfection. Now all they needed was the perfect human specimen to splice with the nanites-in essence giving them a compliant human specimen- so that it could be studied for science.

The Androids had to be careful. They knew that the humans would be inventing different methods in which to stop them, and they didn’t want to sit by and wait to see if the humans would be successful. The Androids may have thought they were superior, but they were not foolish. Knowing the humans, they would be quite resourceful. This was why they needed to complete the Hx01 experiment. The Androids wanted to understand how the humans worked. For the Androids, while comprehending what emotions were, did not have a full understanding of them.

One day while hunting, the Android named Roman found what he thought would be the perfect human specimen. It was a human female; approximately 22 years of age and when her records were scanned, no family remaining to speak of. He captured her rather quickly and painlessly and brought her back to the facility. This girl, Sarana, was rather frightened. These were the creations that broke protocol. Who knew what they would do to her. She was not sure what to expect, but assumed she would receive a painful death. However, when she was brought inside, she received quite the surprise. These Androids were nice! While they were going to implement tests on her, she understood it wasn’t meant to hurt or kill her, but rather understand what she was made of-so to speak. While knowing it didn’t make much of a difference, (they were going to do the experiments anyway), she agreed and went along rather willingly. The Androids were pleased with this turn. Not only had they found someone rather quickly, in addition, they were being given permission to perform the experiments. This was more than they had hoped.

The results were something unexpected. Through the nanites, they were able to understand Sarana’s brain function and questioned her regarding her emotions. Now while this may not make sense, the nanites actually explain it. You see, they had a twofold purpose. One-to meld with the human and make them susceptible to questioning, and two-to allow them to understand as well as feel what the humans feel. It worked rather well. Now, I did say the results were unexpected. This was because something happened that should not. The nanites began to have a mind of their own. This led to Sarana developing some interesting ideas as to how the world should be run, and thoughts on the war. 

Since the Androids were trying to exhibit proper behavior, they did not keep Sarana under heavy guard. This led to her escape, which led to the madness that followed. For you see, while the nanites were able to help the Androids comprehend about the idea of emotion, which helped the Androids understand why the humans were afraid, they also were essentially robots. While robots and AIs or even Androids can be programmed to feel, the essential baseline for a robot does not have emotions-just logic. The straightforward and superior logic added with the instability of human emotions evolved enough can equal a monster being born, or the most logical being ever to be created because it sees things from a psychological perspective as well as factoring human emotion.

Another thing that was not factored into the creation of Sarana was the fact that the nanites multiplied within her system. They had essentially targeted her human independence and evolved to become an entity of their own. In turn, they worked with Sanara’s emotional capacity to mix what they felt was the perfect combination of emotion and logic. While it may seem like the perfect combination it turned Sarana into someone logical who understood human emotion. Now while that was not a bad thing, those who understand emotion-but lack empathy can often turn to destruction because the ends justify the means. This, factored with no emotional empathy leads to dangerous territory………

Here is the part where a storyteller gives the ending away. Where they reveal the grand finale….. Who wins-who dies and who walks away from the dilemma. However I chose not to do that. This is because I want this story to end how YOU want it to end. Do the Androids win? Do the humans win? Or does Sarana win? How does the story end is entirely up to you……..

Okay, enough with the dramatics…… the truth is that I want to know what people think of this story. As I was writing this, a thought for a future book came into my head in a bubble of inspiration. I know it does sound a bit like the Terminator and any other dystopian world story. However, it is a task that I can see myself accomplishing in the foreseeable future. The story now is to give you a taste before we delve into the world of Sarana, the Androids and the humans…….. Now that I have said that, please do enjoy the story that will one day assist you into entering a world beyond what you see……

I know this is totally random, but I felt I must share. I must say this, it is hilarious to see the spam that is being published and sent to people online. I forget the name of the author, but I truly do enjoy following his example in regards to how he deals with such cases. He actually writes them back and in a creative matter, gets them to make mistakes in their well thought out tall-tales. I absolutely loved the article and what it showcased, so I had to follow suit. While I may not be as creative, I have had some success...... It's really quite fun.....

                                                        VEGAS, Baby!! (Part 1)

          Well, believe it or not I just spent the weekend in Vegas. Simply put, it was awesome. Now I know what you're all thinking... she went on a drinking binge.... probably did some gambling... maybe she even got lucky? The truth is that this is not even close to what happened. To me, an amazing weekend in Vegas actually involved taking in the sights. I saw a lot of leg, and quite a bit of boob, and a lot of sparkles and sequins. I also went to museums, and saw great landscapes, (for those with dirty minds, wipe those thoughts out of your head...). You know, it's funny, even though it was cold there was still quite a lot of skin to be seen. I guess in Vegas any girl can become a slut, or even just look like one. I guess this is why the saying goes-"what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas!" (The biggest irony of all this is that while I am typing this, I am currently wearing a t-shirt with the exact slogan.)

          When the trip was first thought of, I had to clean my ears out. I honestly did not believe that my father mentioned the idea to me! This was something that I never saw coming at all. (Though to be honest, it was a nice surprise. I thought I knew my father. It's cool to see that even your parents can surprise now and again after such a long time. To tell you the truth, my mom surprises me more times than I can count.... don't get me started on that-we'll save that for another time.) Moving on...... we arranged the trip which ended up with me missing another class, and my professor later chewing me out as usual. (again, another story......)

          We left to Vegas Thursday afternoon (with my trusty Dramamine in hand), and arrived around 8 pm, (this was Vegas time of course. For us New Yorkers it was 11 pm.). We then spent around 30 minutes getting our bags and the rental car (shows you how damn big the airports are). Stopping by the hotel next, we sorted the mess out about the rooms and then we went out to look around a bit. my parents and I decided that we wanted to get some dinner, (yes I know it was practically midnight, but we were hungry). Even though there is a three hour difference, we were on a plane for technically eight hours, and we wanted food. With some searching, (and getting a little lost on the way), we found a restaurant. However, seating at the restaurant was closing at 10:30. At that time it was 10:15. The chances were slim that someone in that restaurant would even let us in.

           This is where we found out something rather fabulous. The people in Las Vegas are really, really nice! I know it's probably due to the fact that a big chunk of their economy is based off of tourism, but let me put it to you in layman's terms-I am from New York. So kindness like this is unheard of. (We were voted the rudest city in the world for a reason. Don't get me wrong, I live in and love New York, but the people who live here are rude for the most part. My mother later informed that other places that she and my father had been too were, for the most part, almost equally as nice. But....... since we live where we do, any kindness like this is considered somewhat extraordinary.)

           Anyway.... when we approached the restaurant (The name of the place is Jerusalem Steakhouse; and I am naming them for the simple reason of them being so fabulous with their service.), we asked if there was possibility for us to sit and maybe get food. Now, let me remind you we came into the restaurant around 10:15. So we were expecting a polite "Sorry, but we're closing shortly." We would not have minded, and we wouldn't think anything bad of the place. However, what happened next went above and beyond what was expected. They not only seated us with smiles and nice words, but they brought us menus and told us to take our time to decide!

          We decided to order fast because we felt somewhat guilty. Nonetheless, the lovely workers quickly assuaged our guilt. My parents and I ordered delectable food, and enjoyed what we could before our stomachs gave out. In the meantime, the restaurant staff kept coming over to us to make sure we were happy with the food, and even made small talk with us. After when we finished, we find that we were given the boxes to pack up our leftovers since the law in Vegas is once the food leaves the kitchen-the staff is not allowed to touch it. (I guess they don't want people to assume their food could be spit in...... but then you never know.)

          Once we left the hotel, my father decided that we would party until late. So my parents decided that we would go to the Freemont Street Experience. The Freemont Street Experience consisted of a few blocks that were covered in many lights, little booths, bars among other sights and sounds that were popular among Vegas. For us tired people it was quite a brilliant light and sound show for the eyes. I mean there were SO MANY lights! We walked around and took quite a few pictures and just really soaked it all in. My folks and I even saw the legendary cowboy sign. There were many other sights and sounds that we also took in-famous bars, clubs, cowgirl signs, and even a zip-line above us. It was a feast for the eyes. When it was around 1 a.m., we decided it was time to head back to the hotel for some shut-eye so we could wake up early the next morning. (However, you know that is not going to happen due to jet-lag. I mean especially when there is a time difference. I will explain this later.....)

         The next morning we set our sights on Red Rock Canyon. This was considered to be a substitution since we were not able to make the trip to the Grand Canyon itself. (It wasn't so much that we could not, rather it would be a waste of time spent since we were only in Vegas for the weekend.) The trip to the Canyon showed us beautifully clean sights and sounds in Vegas. It was nice not to smell the toxic pollution of New York all the time. (Don't get me wrong, I love my home city, it's just full of things that I could do without ;p) The mountains were a beautiful sight to see. Even though they were all neutral tones, it was a truly a majestic sight to behold. There was something so incredible about the mountains and how hard it looked like it would be to hike or climb it. In fact we actually saw people climb it! We were amazed and slightly frightened for them........