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December 16, 2025 · 10:39

President Bully

Here I was, telling myself that the world is screwed up and behest and behold the world shows me I am right. So as a well known person (who I will not name) set the world on fire with his tweet (see below), I suddenly had a massive idea and as I am already working on three scripts I thought I put the idea here, for the entertaining person (likely an American democrat) to make this into a real script. Feel free to hack it in many ways you see fit and know that I would be happy to receive a donation for the idea, but that is largely in your hands. Know that I put this here for all to enjoy.

So as the world is on fire (seeing the massive response to this tweet on both the Republican and Democratic side of the isle) I thought that a script that pleases at least 40% of the American people might be the way to go. So here goes.

BEGIN
The day was nice and sunny and a simple man was walking on the street. He was suddenly halted by a woman pretending to be his friend and as he looked with questions at the women car suddenly halted and bricked him away. [END SCENE]

The man was in a room his bag was taken away from him and the people were talking at him, not to him. He was barely listening because he was confused, he was taken from the street without force and he was placed in a room. There were people who were speaking to each other, there was some disagreement between them and suddenly someone spoke to him. “We were in error” sign this release form and we will put you on your way. He looked suspiciously and looked at the form. It was in a holder and it stated a few things about a release form and a penalty fine imposed on the people who arrested him. The amount was $5000. He looked strangely relieved, it was more than he had seen in several months. So he signed the paper, and he got his 50 bills of 100 dollars. He took his bag and he left the place. [END SCENE]

It was 8 o’clock clock and he was watching the news. It showed something from Microsoft, he wasn’t listening and they had made billions in a deal. He wasn’t up to this and he was about to shut down the TV when he noticed a man standing there. It was a man that was in that room with him and suddenly he had a distinct feeling of unease. And he suddenly looked into his bag. The backup drive had gone. He was beside himself and the next day the news showed a white house setting where Microsoft made a massive announcement that would bring billions into the American economy. And the man became furious beyond believe. [END SCENE]

He ran to the nearest SBS station and gave his recollection of the day he was ‘abducted’, they listened to him, but there was little intent of following up. He recognised that he must have sounded like a deranged person and he got that. When he left the SBS studio, people from Channel 7 were waiting for him asking him “What does it feel to hand over IP worth billions for a few thousand dollars?” He denied doing that, and gave the response what he encountered. And he wasn’t taken seriously. Later that day the news was all jumbled up and the responses were edited for maximum digital dollar effects. He was beyond angry. He then remembered that there were other people involved and he waited around the corner of the American consulate waiting for a chance to get even and after 2-3 hours he got lucky, he recognised one of the men and with chopsticks he ran over to the man approaching his from behind, kicking him in the balls and shouting at him. Who did this? Who ordered the theft of my IP? And the man gave a simple “Fuck you!” Which drove the man insane and he shoved the chopstick into his nostril into his brain. Killing the man on sight. It was less then 10 seconds when the police arrested him for murder. [END SCENE]

We now get a court case, where the man is found guilty of manslaughter, not murder and convicted for 10 years in a maximum prison. After a week he is transferred and before he knows where he is put on a military plane and whisked of to Marine Corps Base Camp Lejeune where he become an inmate of the MCIEAST regional brig classified as an intelligence prisoner. There he stayed for 7 years, he was then released as a 70 year old person. [END SCENE]

We then get a setting of vengeance. First we get hits on Sydney harbour, ships sinking and we see the same happen to Jacksonville and the Port of South Louisiana. We see the attacks and we see the fallout, but the story in between the attacks show the ingenuity of the writer who was imprisoned. The ships sing making these ports unproductive for months. Whilst the settings are given of the billions of dollars of damage that these attacks bring, we are given the news how ‘former’ president Trump raked in the revenue of billions from Microsoft (who was making a lot more) and now the snippets are joined together as we see the man making a vengeance tour of America. Then we see the port of San Francisco losing several piers to sinking ships and the fallout that this brings to the city, in addition, we see several ferries sink on the spot in total 8 ships sunk leave a very lasting impression of the harbour which will now operate at a mere 30% making the city lose billions and billions in cleaning fees. Next on the list is Los Angeles, around the Angel’s Gate Lighthouse 3 ships are sunk making most of the harbour unavailable. Now we get to see the new setting, the missing snippets are that the man is seeking revenge and a Chinese splinter group, people who hate America are willing to fund the attacks and the stealth solution to what the man invented years before he was incarcerated thought of, and the fun part was that Microsoft had all this knowledge, but they saw it as the ravings of a person who never amounted to anything and that was exactly the setting the group which was a splinter group of the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) was hoping for. The man disappears, no-one knows where, but we see a small scene of an old man in the Changbaishan International Resort (Jilin Province), enjoying a cup of tea with a young lady at his side. He looks over the ski slopes. In the mean time the harshest insult a person can get in America is to be called a Trumpist, America is looking towards decades of hash living conditions as the evidence seems to be popping up what happened between Microsoft and the White House. Microsoft is rejected all over Europe and the Commonwealth and the Commonwealth no longer considers itself an ally of America. The democrats who follow are between a rock and a hard place. Republicans are shunned all over America.
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So this is what I have so far and I have had the tweet for less then 4 hours. So in view of the loss of Rob Reiner, who gave us  All in the Family (My introduction to Rob Reiner), the Princess bride, When Harry met Sally, Misery and a Few good men and several others. I think I countered the tweet by @realDonaldTrump, I think I got my creative revenge. I didn’t get to introduce on how Ivanka and Barron Trump had to flee to Russia as most Americans had their fill of the Trumps where they get to be toys of the Russian Mafia. Well the world turns in many unexpected ways. 

How you like my sense of consideration Mister President? 

Have a lovely day and take a moment to remember the works of Rob Reiner. I have many good and happy thoughts of his work, even if a never realised what an impact he had on me as a teenager watching Carroll O’Connor and Jean Stapleton giving us their version of America.

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December 8, 2025 · 00:04

The stage was set

That is the setting I now engage. Yesterday I got an idea for a movie, a massively violent movie and I had it before I had the idea for a new game (see previous blog) and even as I had a few ideas that coincide with this I decided to put it here. Feel free to use this, perhaps the new studio in Saudi Arabia (at https://www.arabnews.jp/en/features/article_160242/) can use it for a new protege to make it into something useful. I do have another movie (I actually have 4) but only one has a decently finished script. I am using the word ‘decently’ as I never made script before and I actually hope to sell that one. So the new idea, I put here on my blog and let you guys figure it out. Perhaps someone at the PlayMaker Studios in Qiddiya City can use it. You gotta seed the field somehow. 

So here goes. The movie came from my mind after reading the ICE events in America and my mind had to make a few changes to that setting as there was a chance that it resembled Collateral Damage (2002) with Arnold Schwarzenegger and I don’t do remakes of someone else’s ideas (or at least not to my knowledge). So here goes

Begin

The man walked towards the ice cream parlor to get two ice creams. He was on vacation and his daughter always wanted to see Los Angeles and Hollywood, so they ended up walking down Rodeo Drive. And he walked into the ice cream parlor to get two ice creams one strawberry and he wanted a vanilla one. As he walked out there was a commotion. There were ICE officers hooded and masked. His daughter had gone. He looked around and panicked. An Ice officer walked up to him asking for identification. He pulled his Canadian passport and showed it. The man saw his panicked stare he asked what was going on. The band answered that his daughter was missing, she was just here. The man said the illegal alien had been removed for transport. The man shouted “What?” She is my daughter, I just got us some ice creams. The man shrugged, she is gone now.

The man demanded where she was taken, the officer said they would take he to the same place in a few minutes. The man was absolutely fuming but held his peace, it was better that way. 

They drove towards a collection centre where people were processed. The agent identified himself in the centre and asked for the girl that was processed earlier. The other agent was nervous. She was dead, killed on route and rerouted to the morgue. The illegal that killed her was under arrest and would be deported to Guatemala. The man exploded in anger, his daughter dead? He went insane with rage and ran out towards the bus stop. He had never been this angry before. As soon as he got back to the hotel he packed up and left. He refused to pay and demanded that the hotel get their funds from the ICE or homeland security. 

We then get a setting where the man takes out ICE in Seattle using a sniper rifle with scope and a silencer. He starts killing ice officers indiscriminately and it starts getting the headlines on social media and it starts attracting media attention. They do not know who he is, but everyone wants to know and we get around half a dozen kills. Then we see that Eric gets a phone call from a man he hadn’t heard from in decades. The other man was called Perry and he gave the Eric his condolences. And he gives the man some ideas to get back to Canada and from there get the train to Montreal, from there he could take the Amtrak Adirondack line to New York and in 11 hours, things might cool down a little. He would arrange a weapon for Eric when he got to New York, he needed to get his revenge and Eric agreed. 

Two days later we are in New York, looking at the headline Sniper kills another ICE agent and the stage get to be more and more violent, but the killings are precise, they lack emotion, any ICE agents is switched of like a machine, headshot after headshot. And the man was very good at this, his army days were directly in his blood and after he retired from military service he had a family and his wife died in childbirth (optional recall image thought photos). 

And still the list comes to a larger setting and Eric has a new target, The chief of ICE and the location was known, it was 26 Federal Plaza New York. Eric was getting ready for the next hit and Perry was assisting him. He had already found the place to look at, it was the office of the Bureau of Vital Statistics and the roof gave him the perfect setting and he already had an escape plan in place. He merely needed to wait. He was on the roof when he got a message, the target would arrive in two hours. He was happy to wait. 

And as he waited he saw the amount of police cars at his target had increased dramatically and he looked through his scope and then he spotted a glimmer on another roof. He made himself small and looked, the shimmer was no longer there, but he hadn’t imagined this. He thought for a second, left the rifle behind and left through the escape route, only to walk straight into the arms of  four man, two were holding pistols SIG Sauer P226 legion .357 magnums both with silencers. The other two man identified themself as CIA agents. They beckoned him to come with them. He felt all energy escape until the car door opened and his daughter was there, tears of happiness and she flew into his arms. They got into the car but his daughter entered the front seat, it seemed that she was given that directive. The four of them went into the back and the driver drove of towards Penn station. The CIA man spoke, we were looking for Perry for a long time and this was the only option they had. Perry would hear of Eric’s ordeal and come out to help. It was the only option they had. Perry was assisting terrorists all over the planet for money and he had to be stopped and after years this was the only way left to them. Perry had to instigate the contact and psychologists said that he would not pass up the opportunity to cloak himself as a savior. It was their only option. 

Eric asked about the other ICE agents. The CIA man said that they were of no consequence, they were an embarrassment to American justice, this riffraff made their own bad and as such they offered their lives for something that actually mattered. Perry was too dangerous and this was the perfect solution. The CIA man continued, whilst we drive, the rifle on the rooftop is cleaned and dropped at Perry’s place. He will take the fall for all of it and Eric and Sally can go home now, they will get to adjust the time on the 90 hour ride from Montreal to Calgary, First class ticket were handed over to Eric. 

The CIA man ended the conversation with “Thank you for your assistance. There is no paper trail, there is nothing that points to Eric. Whatever evidence was left was scrubbed and Perry’s evidence was ‘placed’, Enjoy the 100 hours to get back to home and spend it with your daughter. She only knows that you helped us but nothing is said on what you did. You merely looked through old schoolbooks on fellow students. She never needs to know this, let’s leave it at that.

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And that is how far I got. So should someone at PlayMaker Studios see something in this, have a go at it an spruce it up a little. This took a mere 1 hour of my thoughts and an hour typing all this. After all the BS on AI and all that other jazz, it was nice to actually be creative again and perhaps tomorrow there is some creativity left. But that is tomorrows problem, who knows the AI bubble might burst overnight, weirder things have happened while I was sleeping. 

Have a great day, It is almost Monday (in 2 minutes time)

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July 4, 2025 · 17:15

Friday Creativity

Yup there you have it, after all these wretched newscast on a matter of settings, not in the least that the US dollar is dwindling down in value (not the weirdest case), my mind said “Stop it, now” and it started to fuel a creativity spur, and so it begins

I was getting ready to get to water world (Abu Dhabi), I had checked into the Warner brothers hotel and I was getting ready. My shorts were like boxing shorts (with in inner bathing trunk) liking like the Hufflepuff graduate I always imagined myself to be. The shorts dropped down to slightly below my knees. They were black with golden yellow embroidery and on each leg was the image of Benny the Badger. The top was the same, spaciously hiding me not so muscular chest with a large badger on the chest and it had an embroider Hufflepuff (golden thread) and a white bucket hat showing the simple Badger on the front, as such I was pretty protected from the harsh summer sun that Abu Dhabi creates for us and I would be well equipped to soak and splash in the  Al Raha River, not bad for little old me. Pouch on the waist with waterproofing section for my watch, keys are there too. Sunnies at the ready, and here I go. I walked to Water world which was a mere 10 minutes and felt the early morning sun on my skin. It was 09:45, 15 minutes before it opens and I was early duo that I could get my preferred cabana, which had water and a little safe. I walked slowly as to take in the sights. It was a clear blue sky the water was already beckoning at the far end and I looked forward to seeing it. It took me 12 minutes to get to the place and as I had a spare minute I looked into the shop at the entrance. There Wass nothing spectacular, but it never hurts to check. As the park opened, there were three families in front of me and the it was my turn I asked for the cabana and presented my card. I had a diamond card, as to maximize my joy anywhere on Yas Island, she asked me if I had preference and I did and within a minute, I was on route to my happy place. 

As I walked into the park I was amazed with the absence of people, just the way I liked it. I walked to the cabana, put away my stuff and walked to the lazy river. I had no problems getting to it. I soon was on a float being whisked away in dreams bobbing on the waters creating that hazy feeling whilst dreaming away the day. It must have been almost two hours when I woke up from the sleepy setting I was in, I saw that people were putting bags of crystals in the water. On a day? This seems odd, and a moment later I got off and walked onto one of the wooden parts next to the river. I looked around. I saw men with what looked like a closed oxygen system on their chests. This seemed highly unusual. I moved off the paths and looked from a distance. I had not been noticed, or at least that was what it seemed to me. At some point these men looked at their mobiles. They all nodded and put in their oxygen systems. That did not bode well for me, so I got to some distance from the water. Then I noticed the smoke on the water. People panicking and the setting of fear came to the crowds. Some to the men pulled out silenced weapons. I reckon that they wanted the noise down to maximize casualties. I suddenly noticed someone close to me doing the same thing. And I looked around me, seeing a sunscreen umbrella. I detached the lower part and I now had a small spear. Thank god for Emirati efficiency. He was not looking my way. I slowly crept on hum and when he looked around and spotted me it was too late. I drove the ‘spear’ into his throat right between the Adams apple and the lower jaw. I pressed hard. His voice was instantly gone, he had no change to warn anyone. I held the back of his neck as I pushed the rod into his brain. I dragged his body off the beaten track and dropped his body into a non-seen nook. I took his gear and put on the oxygen system, my face became unseen. I had no recourse for clothes, but if they could see that, they would clearly see I wasn’t one of them. He had three clips and the Russian PB, the Pistolet besshumnyy felt comfortable in my hands. It had 8 bullets and with 3 clips I could take care of 24 people. I had no idea what I was going in for. At the mean time I saw the dead people float on the lazy river. I cautiously walked towards the entrance. I saw three at the intersection in the Dhabi zone and I waited for a second, then I fired in quick succession three bullets. One hit the first ad the person behind him, the second hit the separate person and the third missed, but I got closer to the fallen person who was clearly wounded, but not dead. I forest again on his head. I saw a tourist bleak with fear. I cautioned he to come to me. She obeyed. I asked where she was from, she said the Netherlands and she said something like ‘What gebeurt hier? Wat moet ik doen?’ I spoke in slow English verbs. She understood me. I warned her that bad people are around. I gave her an oxygen system. She put it on. I told her that everything is dangerous here. I then showed her the walls where an exit should be. I pointed at the shrubberies and told her to hide until she could hide no longer. I gave he a general direction to move and she asked it these were terrorists. I nodded and said. I think so. 

She nodded and I gave her a second oxygen system. She accepted the other system. I kept a reserve for me and took the nine clips and did not give her a gun. She might not use it and ended up rearming the fiends. 

I pushed he on her way and she walked of as quick as she could. I looked at a map and saw the entry point at the other side of the Dhabi zone. I saw several men in masks, too many to consider going, but they were shooting people, so I got two guns ready and I went in as low and unseen as possible which in the Dhabi zone was a test. There were some hedges, but they didn’t offer any cover, mere absence of vision. I got in as close as I could and when I saw the 4 dead tourists, I direct on the terrorists. Nothing as fancy as headshots. This was not a PS5 game, this was real. I shot the 4 in the chest, which tends to be intensely painful. At least that was what their faces revealed. I got in lose and shot them all in the head. Problem solved. 

At that point I waved at other tourists and pointed at the exit, they never hesitated. All wanting to get out and the parents eager to get their children out. And they went for it.

At this point I can confer that this is as far as I got in a little over an hour. There is more, there is the setting of little vans, all carrying Arabic looking license plates. All VW Caddy’s all carrying ‘EG’ identification and all loaded with explosives. I got two to safety (I gotta caress my ego) but there were 4 more. And all were shouting Free Palestine. A setting systems that has a few more conkers in the story. In the end there would be a lasting anger that would engulf both the UAE and Saudi Arabia and they had enough of Hamas and Palestines. In unison they bombed Palestine out of existence. Palestine went from 5.1 million to less than 50,000. And whilst there was some noice from Tehran, no one was listening to the boy who cried wolf a little too often. The attack on the UAE was the one thing that settled their deal of non-existence. There was a nice event where an islamic girl was saved who then later on in the story sees a similar van and she follows it and uploads the images to a person with Emirati security who we both meet at the end of the Water World setting. The attacks would also be in the Yas Mall (a prevented attack) and Emirati security finds the plans for the 5 pronged attack all over Abu Dhabi, the second assault would be over the next 4 days, giving a much larger terror feeling. Anyway. If the Yas Creative Hub in Abu Dhabi or Mark Whitehead, CEO of twofour54 finds this part useful, feel free to use it.

I did my creative part for the week. Time to see what entertainment America’s dwindling set of slapstick economies hold.

Have a great day.

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July 2, 2021 · 06:22

Fictive journey of speculation

This is not about the news, not about the anger against the Catholic Church that decided to see the Indigenous Canadian people “The visit of the delegation of Indigenous people is scheduled between 17 and 20 December 2021”, a setting orchestrated to manage bad news and more is coming. It has nothing to do with that, but orchestrations, yes, that part might apply.

You see, the biggest fear that the corrupt have is the feeling of loss, overwhelming loss, so kill a few of THEIR children and family members and the stage changes, there is an option that this especially applies to the corrupt in police and political fields, because the media does love its exploitation of grieving members that are in the limelight for corruption, and the victims merely need to be willing to spill blood (there are other options to achieve rigor mortis). And I have seen that impact before, these people will suddenly scream as loud as possible that the innocent have rights, but they were never willing to give it to their victims, as it forwarded their cause. Such is life.

No, today is about something else. I found my second short story to add to the bundle. What happens when the abusers get the tables turned on them? Not in any normal sense, not in any degree of realism, what if they vanish of the face of the earth (quite literally) and they are driven into hard labour for their crimes (they will refer to that as slave labour) in a place with a different chronographic stage? Hard labour there for one year will amount to 24 hour here. Welcome to Tartarus, a place of never ending torture, but that place Neds to be kept clean as well and as the abusers of social media and spotlights through specific media sources are grabbed and are added to the Tartarus cleaning staff, what happens as they vanish for days? More important when after a month an old man (or woman) is found and the records show that person to be none other than the 35 year old person a lot of ‘people’ had been looking for? Fingerprints, comparative DNA, they all match up and in their hospital beds they realise that their lives are over, more important, they are about to face their actions by becoming the stuff they cleaned up for what seems to have been a lifetime? The waves of fear it must give, especially them, they were watching in the corridors they were cleaning only to learn in the end that that is where they are about to end. I will not give away too much or there will be no reason to read that short story if it ever gets printed (or published in a place like iBooks). Yet should you not wonder not merely what the upside of one thing is and forget about the downside of the other? You might flip a coin again and again, yet you forget the other side remains in darkness, at times someone will wonder what happened to the other side of that coin, but no one ever considered the darkness it got itself exposed to (unless the toss happens on a glass table). 

You see some will give us “If someone asks for forgiveness over and over, then it is the duty of an individual to forgive them” and “Catholics must forgive the sins of others in order for God to forgive them their sins”, yet what happens when a mother loses her child? Do you really think that forgiveness is in her heart, or is it pitch black with pain and grief? So what happens when the darkness of 1,000 mothers unite? So whilst wonder about “Saskatoon Catholics raised $28.5 million to build this cathedral in 2012, while a written promise to compensate residential school survivors was largely ignored, critics say” (source: CBC), I see no action by Canadian government at present to seize ALL Catholic land in Canada and had that land to the First Nations. As it seems to me, it is all about ‘saving’ the rights and property of the Vatican and we have seen more than enough of that. When we see things like ‘stopping short of’ and “The $25 million — part of the sweeping Indian Residential School Survivor Agreement (IRSSA) — was supposed to help survivors, and also provide counselling and support for their families”, as such what should happen with any organisation that keeps on caressing (read: hand job) themselves and shirk their responsibilities? So what does it take for the Canadian government (other governments too) to set the stage for the Catholic church to actually pay up? I see the need to show the Catholic Church what loss looks like, to lose all lands and catholic locations handed to First Nation, when they see that such actions are possible in the western world, Canadian Catholics can raise money to buy new lands, become protestant, or Anglican, or move to the US (I reckon First Nations would have no problems with that part either). Oh sorry, it was still a bit about the Catholic Church, please forgive me! (forgive me, forgive me, forgive me, nyuk nyuk nyuk)

A sense of real loss is the best wake up call anyone can get, and for the Vatican to lose a nation the size of Canada where almost 40% is Catholic, it gives the Vatican a message, one that has been overdue for well over a decade.  

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