Donald Trump officially directed the Pentagon to establish a brand spanking new branch of the U.S. military. Speaking at a National Space Council meeting [there’s a National Space Council? Seriously?] at the White House yesterday, Trump called for a “space force” to ensure American dominance on the high frontier.
“I am hereby directing the Department of Defense and Pentagon to immediately begin the process necessary to establish a space force as the sixth branch of the armed forces. Our destiny beyond the Earth is not only a matter of national identity but a matter of national security,” Trump said.
I have it on good word that the leading candidates for the Secretary of the Space Force include J.J. Abrams, George Lucas, Ron Howard, Christopher Nolan, James Cameron, and Steven Spielberg.
Can you imagine how amazing the CGI graphics will be?
Charlotte’s long blonde hair falling over her shoulders formed a stark contrast with the dark blouse she was wearing when she was brought in for questioning after her husband, Gregory, was found dead of an apparent suicide.
Detectives Jim Morrisey and Ron Hayden were assigned to look into the case when Gregory’s children from a prior marriage refused to believe that their father would have taken his own life.
The detectives’ investigation had uncovered that Gregory Dalton was not the first of Charlotte’s husbands who had died mysteriously. In fact, he was the third in a string of older men who had met untimely ends.
Was it coincidence, bad luck, or was there something so much more sinister involved? Morrisey suspected the latter, but Hayden was having a hard time imagining that such a young and attractive woman, barely more than a child, could have been behind the deaths.
In each of the two previous situations, Charlotte was the recipient of substantial inheritances after the deaths of her wealthy husbands. And she could have been the beneficiary of a small fortune from Gregory’s estate as well.
But Morrisey felt it in his bones, despite his partner’s misgivings, that Charlotte’s wholesome, innocent look belied what lies beneath — a beautiful black widow.
Written for today’s Fandango’s One-Word Challenge, “stark.”
Damn. I made it through the whole winter without so much as a sniffle. Then yesterday, just three days before summer officially begins, I got sick. Now I’m coughing and sneezing, my nose is running, my eyes are watering, my stomach hurts, and I feel downright awful.My wife is making me drink three large glasses of Airborne, a immune system booster, Alka-Seltzer-like effervescent tablet, a day. She swears that it will reduce both the intensity and the duration of my cold.
She’s also demanding that I consume eight glasses of water a day, which she says will help flush the sickness out of me.
So now, in addition to having a summer cold, between the Airborne and the water, I’ve been pissing like a racehorse for the past 24 hours.
“It was awful,” Erica said. “I was up to my chest in a sea of stones, unable to move. A thorny, wire mask covered my head and it was tearing at the skin on my face. Blood was dripping down my neck onto my shoulders. It was horrible. I tried to scream, but I couldn’t.”
“Oh my God,” Joanna said.
“I looked up towards heaven and started to pray. ‘God,’ I said, ‘what have I done to you for you to do this to me?’ And then the clouds parted, the dark skies lightened, and God sent me a sign.”
“What sign?” Joanna asked.
“It was a large, beautiful moth,” Erica answered. “It landed atop of one of the wire protrusions at the top of the mask. It was flapping its wings in slow motion.”
“What did it mean?” Joanna asked.
“It meant,” Erica said, “that I was having a freakin’ bad trip on that LSD I got from Steve.”
Written for today’s Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge prompt. Image credit: Enzzo Barrena.
I am getting a lotta “likes” today. Unfortunately, most of them appear to be spam. They all start with the letters “id” followed by seven seemingly random numbers, and, after some nonsense in between, they end in either “.xyz” or “.website.”
Is it just me, or are some others of you being graced with phony “likes”?