My best friend’s husband is very protective of me. We were at a friend’s house eating and drinking, when someone who we had not met came over. This guy was a friend of the host, and was already a bit drunk. I introduced myself to him, Tên tôi là Jessica. I really only know a few sentences in VN, but I try. Yeah, what is your real name? I respond Jessica. He asks over and over, meanwhile I can see the rage building in bestie’s husband. Finally, Anh says Her name is Jessica! You got a problem with that!? The asshole then gets real quiet. I knew in that moment that Anh was about to pound this drunk asshole into the ground, because the belligerent and aggressive asshole would not leave me alone.
The screen cap that was posted may be fake, who knows? But I remember that moment, from like 5 or so years ago, vividly. It was that very moment that I realized that they were not friends—they were the family that chose me.
On the top, there is text in fancy writing that states ‘If you think “pronouns are confusing”, wait until you find about’, being cut off. The last word of the sentence, ‘verbs’, is in yellow, and over a digital painting of an long-bearded wizard using fire magic to attack and burn a defenseless individual in front of him.
Suddenly, there is a deafeningly loud crackle of lighting in front of me, causing me to nearly fall out of my seat as I let out a cry of surprise. Floating some two or three feet above the sidewalk is a black and blue seam of electricity, a hovering slit in the fabric of space and time that pours outward with a sizzling heat.
"Alex!" calls a voice from beyond the strange universal rift. I can barely make out the figures shape, but it appears to be a massive, sentient coin; one pound to be exact.
"Hello?" I question, shielding my eyes from the electrical storm that appears to be occurring right before me. "Who are you?"
"There's no time!" yells the giant coin from the other side of the rift. "Come with me!"
I'm utterly horrified and, if I'm going to be honest, my first instinct is to immediately turn around and run away. It's only then that I notice something brilliant and burning through the hole in space-time. Within the rift I can see The Parliament, or what used to be The Parliament, as the entire building roars with a towering flame.
"Is that what it looks like?" I call out.
"Yes!" screams the giant sentient coin. "We need your help, Alex. I can't hold this open much longer!"
Suddenly, all of the fear leaves and is replaced with a powerful, frantic energy. Britain needs me!
Without another thought, I jump up from the bench and run forward, diving through the trans universal slice and ending up carried to a hellish landscape of fire and smoke on the other side.
"Where am I?" I ask this mysterious pound. "What's happening?"
"You're in the future," explains the giant sentient monetary instrument, "but it's not safe here. Follow me!"
*The amount of border patrol doubled while Obama was in office. It might seem pedantic but it is not. Anything like this requires Congress to approve the budgetary increase which means it happened because of multiple parties not just the White House.
Traditionally border patrol pushes have been failures, they get more staff but generally super underqualified and often times cartel linked. Yes it’s a better use of money but training the ones we have to actually be effective is better use.
My point is more that you cannot say it is because of Obama when Congress has to sign off on it as well. It’s like blaming Reagan for the tax cuts of the 80’s when the Democrats controlled Congress and passed those bills.
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