Tony Blankenship
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Skeptic, recovered, punk rocker, dad, feminist, husband,and former chef. I write things.
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Paving the Way
Paving the Way In 2018 alone there was almost 36,000 tons of plastic produced in the United States alone, of that 3000 tons were recycled and 27000 tons went to the landfill. Almost inevitably that plastic that goes to the landfill ends up in our rivers, our lakes, and our oceans. It is in the air we breathe and the water we drink it is poison and even though almost every expert will tell you that using plastic is bad for you and the wrong kind of exposure can cause cancer and get you seriously ill, we will not do anything about it. We choose to ignore it and hope it will one day just magically fix itself, the rivers and oceans will become magickly free of this toxin, and the world will be a better place. Unfortunately, the truth is, plastic is not going anywhere, people refuse to see it or see its harms not only to us but to every living being on this planet. I honestly do not know how to fix that. I wish I did. We do our part and do our best not to buy single-use plastics, not use plastic garbage bags or the little produce plastic bags in the grocery store but frankly, that’s hardly going to male any kind of significant change or affect the overall pollution factor in our country and the world. So what can we do?
By Tony Blankenship5 years ago in Earth
Stormy Micheals
Stormy wore tiredness on her face, like the sagging skin on a turtle. She was tired, tired of prison, tired of going, tired of going back, tired of hustlers, grifters, bad girls, gangsters, tweakers, junkies, butch bull dykes, testosterone-filled prison guards, and really tired of her own shit. She had been here this time for nine hundred twelve days, six hours and fifteen minutes. At the Nevada State Penitentiary Camp for women the last six months with a parole date of 1 month out, she was just trying to keep her head down and her mouth shut. God knows she had caused enough damage in her life with her mouth. Like a Fox News host, she just spouts out shit she has no idea about and usually offends someone and ends up in a fight. It is just easier to not say anything, cause like a snare in the forest for a hare, she can snap at a second's notice. It’s like walking around with a string of hand grenades strapped to her belt with all the pins pulled out half-way. Everywhere she goes, things could explode without notice or warning, any unsuspecting human can get blown up along the way, and Stormy isn’t sure why all the bodies are left in her wake but is convinced somehow it isn’t really her fault. She’s not stupid though and has begun to see a pattern that seems to involve her in every stupid thing and bad luck scenario she’s been in.
By Tony Blankenship5 years ago in Humans
Little Black Book
Detective Ally McIntosh was sick of this shit: sick of shitty coffee, hard-back metal chairs, stale doughnuts, and preachy people. She was tired of trying to be sober. Her last incident, she just had a couple of drinks and drove her unmarked police car into an unsuspecting dog and killed it. She did not think it was really a problem, though; she could control herself if she wanted, she just didn’t. Internal Affairs investigated, and they suspended her for six months and forced to see the department shrink and go to AA meetings. The people in the meetings were sympathetic, happy, and all and seemed to mean well but had no idea what the real world was like for her.
By Tony Blankenship5 years ago in Criminal
Little Black Book
Detective Ally McIntosh was sick of this shit: sick of shitty coffee, hard-back metal chairs, stale doughnuts, and preachy people. She was tired of trying to be sober. Her last incident, she just had a couple of drinks and drove her unmarked police car into an unsuspecting dog and killed it. She did not think it was really a problem, though; she could control herself if she wanted, she just didn’t. Internal Affairs investigated, and they suspended her for six months and forced to see the department shrink and go to AA meetings. The people in the meetings were sympathetic, happy, and all and seemed to mean well but had no idea what the real world was like for her.
By Tony Blankenship5 years ago in Criminal
