I found an Oakland actor to play the role of the mentally ill newspaperman. The major problem is, half of American will not want to even hear the name Trump – ever again! The other half will hate the press – till kingdom come! Trump is destroying everyone’s credibility. We Artists and Writers need to create a team to get on it. I already did!
Angus Cloud looks like Vincent Van Gough. I want Arden Cho to play his sidekick and lover. Angus is the spitting image I had of my Bond characters, The Twin Blues Brothers, who were Victoria Bond’s bodyguards, and riotous members of the Orange Order. Hence reporters are promising ongoing brawls caused by the Fake News Donald, and his team of evangelical loons, have created to create perpetual chaos. I saw this coming. I have wondered if Trump’s people are reading my blog. The Blue Prophecy has come true. I got a spin-off of my Bond novel.
John Presco
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Angus’ family hails from Ireland, where most of them are still located. Originally from Oakland, California, Angus Cloud attended Oakland School for the Arts in the School of Production Design. While working at a chicken-and-waffles restaurant close to the Barclays Center, Brooklyn, Angus was scouted by Euphoria casting agent Jennifer Venditti, whom he originally suspected was scamming him. Prior to being cast, Angus originally planned to move to Ireland with his family. In an interview with WSJ, Angus stated that he is working on improving his acting skills and that his dream is to become a voice-over actor on a cartoon.[1] Senate Overrides Trump’s Veto of Defense Bill, Dealing a Legislative Blow (msn.com)
Cho was born in Amarillo, Texas to Korean-American parents and was raised in San Antonio and Plano, Texas.[4][5][6] Growing up in areas with few ethnic minorities, she often felt like an outsider. As a child, she was often bullied and was hospitalized twice for injuries after being physically attacked, saying that “I had two teeth knocked out, a chipped tooth, [and] I still wear a wire . . . my entire face was cut up. It was bad. It took me six months to completely recover.” [2] She later attended high school at Apple Valley, Minnesota.[5]
The Senate on Friday voted overwhelmingly to override President Trump’s veto of the annual military policy bill as most Republicans joined Democrats to rebuke Mr. Trump in the final days of his presidency.
Brawls broke out in Berkeley, Calif. White-supremacist rallies in Sacramento ended in bloodshed. Violent clashes have become common in Portland, Ore., where gunfire broke out at demonstrations over the summer. Demonstrators in Olympia, Wash., recently fired weapons into a crowd, wounding at least one person.
Up and down the western United States, protests have devolved into violent clashes replete with thrown rocks, exploding fireworks and streams of chemical irritants.
But the nation’s capital — with its strict gun laws and history of orderly, peaceful protest — has largely avoided these violent conflicts.
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I am going forth with my vision. I am going to try to install a Fund Me key. I need to go to Holland.
Victoria’s Orange Parade
Posted on April 19, 2018
by Royal Rosamond PressBeing part Dutch, and able to trace her lineage to William The Silent, got Victoria Bond an invite to march in the Orange Parade. But, when she insisted she play her ‘Contraption’, some of the most diplomatic folks of the Isles slithered up to her, and, as calm as can be, tried to talk her out of it.
“There will be trouble!”
“What kind of trouble? There’s always trouble. I’m not giving up my pipes – mon! That would be like me, asking you, to give up your nuts. Coo’mon! Drop em!”
Jon Presco
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Chapter Two
Call Me Blue
Blue McDonald paced back stage like a wild animal, or a mad-dog Gladiator who couldn’t wait to get in the arena and slaughter his first pack of cry-baby Christians. When the curtain opened a gap in the line, out he rushed to center stage. He now wished he had worn a larger collar because the blood was coursing through his neck arteries like a slege hammer. He yanked at his tie, and a button flew into the audience. Because of the spotlights, he did not witness the mad scrum for it. He had heard he was famous – real famous – but, he had not experienced that as yet. Thinking he had arrived, he now hears a crescendo of BOOS pouring down on him – like an avalanche!
“BLUE! BLUE! BLUUUUE!
“What the fook!” Blue uttered with a snarl…
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