NSA "leaker" Edward Snowden, Spy or patriot

NSA "leaker" Edward Snowden, Spy or patriot

fiction
edward w pritchard

In our tree:

Before there were the great States of Russia, China and the United States the great clans of early times lived airborne in gigantic trees. In small groups, related by various affinities each clan fought fiercely to protect their space and protect it's members large or small, young or old.

It was a precarious life clinging to a branch 100 feet above ground and organization and communication were necessary to maintain internal security while performing the ordinary activities of survival.

Posturing was preferred to all out war but sometimes heavy objects such as dead branches or large stones would be dropped on an enemy or raiding party.

Worse than a traitor to the clan was a spy, someone who co-operated with foreign interests. Still spying was often preferable to outright warfare.
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Akron's favorite son, Lebron James part 2

Akron's favorite son, Lebron James part 2

fiction
edward w pritchard

You've made the grade soaring Prince, except for the lingering 23 % of perpetual doubters you've proved once and for all that you are the Tops. Now lead sorry Akron out of it's long long funk.

There's so much to do. We hate to burden you but it's time for our Renaissance. Buy us all a new bike and we will ride with you into the future. We'll take the canal path. Ride to the Summit. 

Where should we go. When do we start. What's  it like out there. Are you happy with it all Dog?

edit 2, /true blue odio colodie

edit 2,/true blue odio colodie

True Blue Odio Colodie
you taught the peasants how to pop corn
although you weren't really a noble.
You took my heart
which started harder than stone.
I shuffled the cards and raked in the pots
while we went hand in hand
and sat by your side as babies were born.
Forsaking others, friends, foes, prurient interests
and joined with you at the hip
shut out the dawn.
Acquired things, more than two houses full
and you took me with you as you flew,
soaring together into azure skies.
But your humours eradicated
and you were gone, something else emerged.
Life continues, true blue friends dislocate
and I use my stone cold heart to crack corn for souffles
and preach to unbelievers about life's cycles.
While I Try to grow wings myself,
from the hollow space behind my eyes
I write odes to your gentle voice, as
I remain  forsaken, forlorn and forgotten.
Me, now? I am going to Mars. I'll build a small station
with plastic magnets and mine for mineral rich meteors out there
in space; honk when you float by, drifting toward eternity.

Jack the Ripper the early years/ draft 1/part 1

Jack the Ripper the early years/draft 1/part 1

fiction
edward w pritchard

No fruit grows without a period of germination and Jack the Ripper did not emerge in White chapel in 1888 fully formed as histories most monstrous killer.

Jack the Ripper began his perversions in stages beginning in his high school years in London England.

Before he was a slasher and an eviscerator of prostitutes, Jack was

to be continued
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terrorists in america; the playbook to attacking america's new england coast near bayport./ part 1

terrorists in America; the playbook to attacking America's New England coast near Bayport./ part 1

fiction
edward w pritchard

When his youthful idealism left him, Tu, the middle eastern terrorist employed deeply submerged in an American city as a typical poor working class person but reporting to a foreign government hostile to American interests began to manipulate the American military industrial complex to make himself some money.

After Tu became disenchanted with spy work, terrorism and America itself, too pitiable of his adopted Country to see America as an enemy; Tu began to file false reports with his superiors about  how to infiltrate the Coast of New England for a terrorist invasion of America sometime in the near future.

Tu had recently found out that his salary as a middle eastern terrorist was secretly being paid by a large American company in the defense industry. After the initial shock of the implications of an American company financing terrorism in it's own Country to justify a military industrial complex passed Tu decided to join the farce and make money for himself in the process.

Using the imaginary town of Bayport as a central geographical place for terrorist activities, Bayport the fictional town of 50,000 from the Hardy Boys detective novels for teenage boys, where circa 1927 Frank and Joe Hardy lived with their tall athletic father, demur pretty Mother, and peppery Aunt Gertrude; for four years Tu the terrorist sent in false reports describing the intricacies of the coast line of New England as dreamed up by the original authors of the Hardy Boys series Franklin Dixon. Each report contained detailed information on how to invade America by sea somewhere near Bayport on the Barmet Bay. In time Tu found out that no one in the terrorist business read his reports but that the America defense industry used his reports in the Congressional budget hearings to appropriate billions of dollars of Government funds. Since Bayport was an imaginary place seven American States were able to appropriate government funds to defend their coastlines. Eventually Tu was exposed as a fraud as a true terrorist but the story ends happily for Tu now does consulting work for the US military industrial complex although he does hate his own hypocrisy at times. 

Bayport lies on the coast of  an imaginary American State and the coast line contains many caves, secret roads and mysterious places and ample foreign elements are available to perform nefarious activities against government radar installations and phantom freighters and is a critical hub of America's transportation network. The region of New England occupied by Bayport on the Barmet bay historically requires myriad government defense funds to remain a vital part of the American economy.

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families, every family is a little strange

families, every family is a little strange

republished, written before

three graves

fiction
edward w pritchard

The scraping woke me. I was in aunt Sheila's bed overlooking the fishponds and water garden and had been sleeping deeply. I was dreaming that my ex-husband Raymond had small white bugs crawling in his ears.

Awake I was anxious. Afraid, reason unknown. The bed was old and the blankets freshly musty and the smell reminded me of childhood. When you slept in aunt Sheila's bed you sank deep toward the floor and you were warm and you slept soundly.

I had went to bed wearing one of the old robes in the closet. The robe smelled faintly of brandy. Last night I had sat up very late with my son's new girlfriend getting to know her for she was going to marry him and my Grand daughter would live with her from now on in Aunt Sheila's house that my son had just inherited. As we talked I sipped at the brandy in the Alabama style, like aunt Sheila used to do when she talked to guests when I visited Mobile when I was a girl.

Someone was working in the gardens near the fish pond. The scraping continued.

The swinging doors from the bedroom were half open and the smell of the flowers and fish pond filled the small bedroom. My Grand daughter Geli was carefully measuring the three grave stones with a wood ruler and the Oriental woman, my new daughter in law was lifting the heavy blocks of stone aligning them so they would be in a straight line. I stood and watched them for a few minutes from the doorway to the garden. The dynamic between them was strained and my grand daughter six, followed her instructions like one would a teacher at grade school.

My son spoke from the West bedroom
"What are you two muffins doing out there?"

I returned to Aunt Sheila's old bed and slept till noon.

terrorists in america/ edit 1/ repost ; the terrorist who lived in the project

the terrorist who lived in the project

fiction
edward w pritchard

[everyone hates Americans but most of us lead sad little lives]

The terrorist who lived in the project was planted there by his superiors under deep cover to learn the lay of the land in an American City for future vagaries. It was the ideal place to hide, for other than the local police, no-one took notice of the inhabitants of the projects in America.

Tu the terrorist was required to lead a typical American life, for the station of the assignment, and so he took on the persona and habits of a dweller in a project. He was required to get a job, and enter the world of the working poor. He also had a slew of bills and problems for to keep the role authentic, his boss required him to have the normal American worries and trepidations, caused by poverty and anxiety over that poverty.

Tu's job was not a good one and although very intelligent and high functioning he had difficulty with it. He was an assistant manager at the Dollar Store and worked over 55 hours per week for minimum wage and no benefits. To protect his deep cover, Tu's boss required him to keep health insurance, car insurance, keep his old car repaired and running and furnish his apartment as typical for a project dweller. Tu found himself renting furniture from the rent a center, buying a car from the buy here pay here, and financing various minimum insurance coverages. Despite his hard work Tu was unable to balance his budget and was in constant trouble with his supervisor in the terrorist group, who was unable to understand from afar why his employee Tu, who earned over $442 per week in America was unable to make ends meet. The supervisor came to believe that Tu had succumbed to the decadence of America and was not a good terrorist.

One day after a long day at work, Tu was sitting on a very small porch behind his apartment when the four year old neighbor girl, who Tu had come to like and look out for came over to show him the shoes her Mother had just bought her. Tu had to watch his affiliations in America for secrecy involving his job, but, he had allowed himself one small friendship; with the child next door, but not her Mother, a poor single Mother in America. The shoes the girl showed him were imported of course and were a knock off of an open heeled sandal commonly worn in Tu's home country. Tu knew the knockoff shoe to be very popular in America, from his work as an assistant manager at the dollar store. Properly admiring the shoes for his little friend, the innocent little girl matter of factly told Tu she liked the shoes but had settled for the blue pair rather than the girl's pink she wanted, because the pink were more expensive.

After that day Tu requested a transfer to another County to do deep cover work. The real reason for the transfer request; the blue shoes the little girl had were $1.99 at the dollar store, nearby where he worked, and the pink shoes, for girls, were more-$2.49.

Tu told his supervisor only that he could no longer work in America. The supervisor assumed Tu was feeling guilty for succumbing to the American decadent lifestyle and the supervisor assumed that Tu was feeling chagrined for being unable to live on $442 dollars per week.

Americans are hated throughout the world for a variety of reasons. Half of Americans live impoverished lives and should be pitied not scorned. 
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