In Harm’s Way

670ED45F-7A94-405A-B8F6-AA18E980AC6C“What? You can’t do that!” Lynn said. “You can’t let him drive.”

“Why not?” her younger brother, Jeff, asked.

“Why not? Are you serious?” Lynn said. “First, he’s 88 years old. Second, he’s been complaining about how his vision is getting fuzzy. Third, he’s on some sort of chemistry school cocktail of drugs to treat his myriad ailments. And fourth, his memory is failing.”

“Oh come on, sis,” Jeff said, “He’ll be fine. He’s just driving to the bingo game at church so that he can surround himself with old friends.”

“No way, Jeff,” Lyn insisted. “I will not be responsible for putting other drivers in harm’s way or putting pedestrians in jeopardy. I will not allow that! You need to drive him.”

Written for these daily prompts: Rachel Poli’s Time To Write (drive), Word of the Day Challenge (fuzzy), The Daily Spur (chemistry), Ragtag Daily Prompt (memory), Your Daily Word Prompt (surround), and Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (jeopardy).

I’m Being Held For Ransom

4259CA75-2526-4E2C-8D4D-AD199E8D2E77Just got this comment in my spam folder. Whoever sent it apparently wants to hold my WordPress blog ransom. Here’s the text of the spam comment I received:

Hey. Soon your hosting account and your domain will be blocked forever, and you will receive tens of thousands of negative feedback from angry people.

Pay me 0.5 BTC until June 1, 2019. Otherwise, you will get the reputation of a malicious spammer, your site will be blocked for life and you will be sued for insulting believers. I guarantee this to you.

Here is a list of what you get if you don’t follow my requirements:
+ abuse spamhouse for aggressive web spam
+ tens of thousands of negative reviews about you and your website from angry people for aggressive web and email spam
+ lifetime blocking of your hosting account for aggressive web and email spam
+ lifetime blocking of your domain for aggressive web and email spam
+ Thousands of angry complaints from angry people will come to your mail and messengers for sending you a lot of spam
+ complete destruction of your reputation and loss of clients forever
+ for a full recovery from the damage you need tens of thousands of dollars

All of the above will result in blocking your domain and hosting account for life. The price of your peace of mind is 0.5 BTC.

Do you want this?

If you do not want the above problems, then before June 1, 2019, you need to send me 0.5 BTC to my Bitcoin wallet: [Bitcoin number provided]

How do I do all this to get this result:
1. I will send messages to 33,000,000 sites with contact forms with offensive messages with the address of your site, that is, in this situation, you and the spammer and insult people.
And everyone will not care that it is not you.
2. I’ll send messages to 19,000,000 email addresses and very intrusive advertisements for making money and offer a free iPhone with your website address and your contact details.
And then send out abusive messages with the address of your site.
3. I will do aggressive spam on blogs, forums and other sites (in my database there are 35,978,370 sites and 315,900 sites from which you will definitely get a huge amount of abuse) of your site

After such spam, the spamhouse will turn its attention on you and after several abuses your host will be forced to block your account for life. Your domain registrar will also block your domain permanently. All of the above will result in blocking your domain and hosting account for life.

If you do not want to receive thousands of complaints from users and your hosting provider, then pay before June 1, 2019.
The price of your peace of mind is 0.5 BTC.
Otherwise, I will send your site through tens of millions of sites that will lead to the blocking of your site for life and you will lose everything and your reputation as well.
But get a reputation as a malicious spammer.

My bitcoin wallet: [again, his Bitcoin number]

So what do you think? Should I send this guy 0.5 BTC by June 1st? And can anyone tell me what the fuck 0.5 BTC is worth in real money?

If this guy doesn’t embarrass you, then you could be as stupid as he is

Too true (unfortunately) and too good not to reblog. Please take a minute to read this.


Don’t know much about history
Don’t know much biology
Don’t know much about a science book . . .

— From “What a Wonderful World” by Herb Alpert, Lou Adler, Sam Cooke

History whiz Donald Trump wants new immigrants to pass a civics test before they can become U.S. citizens.

According to — himself — Donald Trump is a stable genius though he doesn’t seem to shine at knowledge of history  . . . nor government. He seems not to know or care a whit about that most basic document, the United States Constitution. Donnie demanding a civics test is beyond laughable since it’s coming from the most facts-challenged Oval Office Occupant in our nation’s history.

During an interview on SiriusXM’s P.O.T.U.S. channel, Trump pontificated that “President Andrew Jackson, who died 16 years before the Civil War started, saw it coming and was angry. Would never have let it happen!”  In an…

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Friday Fictioneers — Fifth Birthday Party

188221BB-54D0-41ED-88D1-AA1B1BCA5FA9It was a perfect day to have all of her friends from her kindergarten class over to celebrate Cheryl’s fifth birthday. Her mother planned all kinds of games to keep the fifteen or so kids occupied. Games like musical chairs, duck-duck-goose, a sack race, an egg and spoon race. She even rented one of those inflatable bounce houses and hired a clown to juggle and make balloon animals. She also set up a piñata filled with candy for the kids.

All of the kids were running around having a great time. But all Cheryl wanted to do was play pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey.

(100 words)

Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: J Hardy Carroll.

#writephoto — The Escape

32822C61-0B6C-44EF-ADA0-A0B9485F960EArthur had lost track of time. He couldn’t remember how long he’d been held captive in the castle’s dungeon. It could have been months, it could have been years. He was thin and weak, but he was determined, somehow, to escape from his confinement. Or to die trying. He planned and schemed and had finally devised an approach that might actually enable him to break out.

He knew he didn’t have the strength to directly challenge the single guard who delivered the one meal he was served each day. But Arthur had managed to painstakingly remove one of the thick, wooden slats from his bed frame beneath the thin mattress. He figured that when the guard came into his cell and set down the tray of food, he would summon up all the strength his frail body could muster and would hit the guard in the head with the heavy wooden slat.

The day to execute his escape plan arrived, and when the guard turned his back on Arthur in order to set the food tray on the table on the other side of the small cell, Arthur pulled the slat out from under the mattress and, with adrenaline coursing through his veins, he swung the slat into the air and smashed it down on top of the guard’s head. Arthur stared at the lifeless body on the stone floor, stepped over it, and for the first time in, well, months or possibly years, he stood outside of his cell.

With his heart pounding heavily inside his chest, Arthur made his way to the stone steps that led up to the ground floor of the castle. He spotted a narrow archway that led to the outside, but Arthur hesitated. He crouched in the dark hall just inside the archway to calm his breathing and to allow his eyes adjust to the brightness of the daylight that he hadn’t seen in a long, long time.

As his heart rate returned to normal and his eyes began to adjust, Arthur saw a stone outbuilding across a manicured lawn and garden. He saw a large, wooden door in the outbuilding, which he assumed was locked. But he also noticed a rectangular window to the left of the door that he felt sure his now emaciated body could fit through.

Arthur took a deep breath, left the confines of the castle, and stepped out onto the path toward the outbuilding. He slowly and stealthily made his way to the outbuilding and began to crawl through the window opening in the building’s thick, stone wall.

As he reached the inside of the outbuilding and stepped down from the window, Arthur saw a table to the right of the large wooden door. Seated around the table were three guards, all now staring at the intruder. They jumped up out of their chairs and surrounded Arthur.

Arthur had nothing left. He fell into a heap on the floor, crying. One of the guards lifted Arthur up, carried him over to the table, sat him down in a chair, and offered him some water and some food. The guard who had helped Arthur to the table said, “You’re the prisoner in the cell in the castle’s dungeon, are you not?”

Arthur acknowledged that the guard was correct. “How did you get out?” he asked Arthur, and Arthur told the guard the details of his escape.

“It’s a shame,” the guard said. “The Duke of the realm, the man responsible for your imprisonment, died yesterday and you were to be freed tomorrow. But now that you’ve murdered one of our fellow guards, we have no choice but to take you back to your cell, where you will likely spend the rest of your life.”

Written for this week’s Thursday Photo Prompt from Sue Vincent.