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Mark Paleologopoulos
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Nearly-retired IT Professional and Curmudgeon
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Author of Riverwalking - a Young Adult Fantasy Adventure Buddy Comedy that would be perfect for a major motion picture
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Mark Paleologopoulos @markpaleo.bsky.social · Jan 20
And so it begins. January 20th MLK Day 2025. Trump will be replaced by Vance due to advanced dementia via 25th Amendment by June 2026. #Resistance
Trump is a cancer. Resist. Resist. Resist.
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Donald Trump is making a bid for Worst President Ever, hoping to surpass the previous worst president of the US, Donald Trump.
November 29, 2025 at 4:47 PM
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Autopen, the latest example of Republican made-up bs. Fuck these people and the media they rode in on.
November 29, 2025 at 1:40 AM
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Trump is ranked 417th among US presidents according to reality.
November 29, 2025 at 1:27 AM
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I'm thankful I don't have to be assaulted with ignorance on Twitter. Thank you, fellow blueskyers.
November 28, 2025 at 5:52 PM
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Bruce McKinnon for the Chronicle Herald. Halifax, Nova Scotia. Canada.
November 28, 2025 at 6:29 AM
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Dreading the political fights over Thanksgiving dinner? 

This Thanksgiving, we bring you ten things to argue about instead:
November 27, 2025 at 3:57 PM
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100% chance they’re bringing smallpox blankets with raisins to dinner
November 27, 2025 at 7:00 PM
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Football
Food
&
Family

Happy Thanksgiving
November 27, 2025 at 9:23 PM
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The existence of Christian Watson implies the existence of Jewish Sherlock
November 27, 2025 at 9:09 PM
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Stephen Miller confesses that he's been very lonely since his wife left him for Elon Musk.

#StephenMiller #Thanksgiving
November 27, 2025 at 8:57 PM
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This is what happens in this administration when people are not properly vetted. We get idiots like Pirro, Patel, Hegseth, Vance, Bessent, McMahon, Hassett, Rubio, Miller, Wiles...
atrupar.com Aaron Rupar @atrupar.com · 2d
Pirro: "This is what happens in this country when people are allowed in who are not properly vetted"
November 27, 2025 at 6:48 PM
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Two members of the National Guard were shot today, and the person responsible is the fascist Trump Administration.
November 27, 2025 at 2:35 AM
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Donald Trump is the most openly corrupt president in US history. The same goes for the entire administration.
November 26, 2025 at 6:40 PM
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What are we even doing? Millions of people in this country are now pro-poverty, pro-disease, pro-bigotry, pro-cruelty, pro-sexual assault, pro-murder, pro-crime...

This country is falling apart.
November 26, 2025 at 4:37 PM
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Trying to force a protégé to sleep with him is the least of Larry Summers sins. I’ve been hunting this toxic asset for three decades, and his victims number in the millions. No kidding. #LarrySummers #EpsteinFiles gregpalastinvestigates.substack.com/p/the-sins-o...
The sins of Summers go way beyond Epstein
His victims number in the millions
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November 25, 2025 at 3:43 PM
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A guest editorial/report you're going to want to read from my longtime buddy and one of the world's best investigative reporters, Greg Palast...

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Larry Summers, Epstein and the “End Game” Memo
A guest editorial/report you're going to want to read from my longtime buddy and one of the world's best investigative reporters, Greg Palast...
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November 26, 2025 at 5:46 AM
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#WIPSnips The word for November 24th is 'debut'. After shaking out a bag of synonyms I've got 'beginning' instead. 'The Book of Ashes', Chapter 2, 'Pilgrims'. Paul Brotherwell and Michelle De La Croix are making an attempt at learning how to work together.
Paul sipped at his morning cup of coffee and sighed. After almost breaking his wrist for him Michelle had made an attempt at explaining some things which he had to count as a beginning at least. He now knew the sullen man's name was Amand Delafose and that Michelle thought he might be a gatekeeper, but she wasn't certain. She had taken him outside into the damp night air to tell him that and touched her lips with a finger afterwards to warn him to keep it to himself. What that might mean and how it might affect what they intended to do today he really didn't have any idea.
November 26, 2025 at 12:50 AM
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This is from a weird west sci-fi short I didn’t finish in time. Maybe I’ll get back to it someday. #WIPSnips
Our twin suns kiss the toasted land in tandem during half our solar run. Sol Prime is the one we spin around. Sol Twain is a neighbor, close enough to wreck havoc on the climate but independent of our planetary system. At least that's how the astronomer on the mountain explains it. He's an odd duck sitting up there by his lonesome, peering at the heavenly bodies and fiery balls of gaseous substances day and night; putting ink to paper in the form of equations and angles and symbols that some here in our valley might call devil language.
November 25, 2025 at 3:52 PM
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They’re just study buddies, mmkay?

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #AmWriting #AmQuerying
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“Yup. And you? Ready for that anatomy exam?” Boy am I glad Chloe isn’t here, because she’d never let this opportunity slip without saying something like why don’t you help her study some anatomy personally. “Nearly,” I answer, flipping through my notes and willing away the flush in my face. About an hour in, I’m testing my memory of a mammalian lymphatic system chart when Hart’s deep voice interrupts my train of thought. “Your focus is incredible.” I peer up and blink, like I’m stepping into daylight. He’s watching me with a hand draped across his cheek and half his mouth. The other half curves up, and color blooms on my cheeks. “You have this…mode,” he says. “Like your brain has binoculars.” I snort. “Mundy actually calls it Danbi-vision. I was always trying to get my homework done at school so I wouldn’t have to lug so many books to the store, and he always said he wanted to capture my laser focus, code it into a robot, and name the feature Danbi-vision.” “Store?” “My aunt and uncle’s. I worked there.” I train my eyes back on the chart, wondering if he’ll ask another question, unsure whether I want him to. Hart drags his elbows up over the edge of the table and leans in, tugging my gaze back up. “Mundy has his work cut out for him. Seems like trying to bottle lightning.”
November 25, 2025 at 12:08 PM
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Does Sonny ever warm up to Ben, I mean Bill? Only one way to find out

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After tossing yet another book over his shoulder, Sonny rolled his eyes toward me. "Look Ben, I don't like you, and you don't like me-" "It's Bill, and to be fair, I don't really know you." you don't know." "Yeah. And it would be insane to like someone "I guess. Though sometimes preconceived notions_" "For God's sake, don't fucking split hairs with me. You don't like me, and I REALLY don't like you now. Regardless, we have been forced together for what I hope to be a mercifully short period of time. Now, if we're going to survive the duration of that time, you're going to have to learn a thing or two. The first thing being: everything Haniel says is bullshit. In fact, that goes for all angels." "Everything? Like even their names?" "Well, no, not everything. Obviously some things-God-fucking dammit you're doing it again. Just listen. Angels are company men, alright? They are naive, trusting do-gooders who believe the system they serve is beyond reproach. They have no conception of anything not directly related to their specific duties because no one ever gave them permission to. Every second they re not pulling invisible strings to make my job a pain in the neck, they are just sitting in quiet rooms, staring blankly at the wall with a dumb smile on their face." "I thought they were supposed to be all knowing?" "No, you're thinking of the monotheistic God, if such a thing even exists."
November 25, 2025 at 2:13 PM
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#WIPSnips System, talking about one of the magic systems.

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#WritingCommunity #WriteSky
I would need to rely on the druids. While many elves received their strength and magic from the Seven, there were others who looked to the harmony of nature. Life will always endure. An abandoned mill would be overrun with the touch of nature in a matter of months. Weeds could navigate their way through stone. In that understanding of how ecosystems could thrive in whatever circumstances were thrown at them, the druids find their studies. By combining the gifts of our Gods and the strength of nature’s endurance, the druids could mend almost any ailment that befell us.
November 25, 2025 at 3:53 PM
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From Sunfall. The going wide experience rolls on. Today: getting rejected by Google Play because I haven't adequately proved I wrote... my own novels. Alas. (I'm told this is fixable, but still frustrating - plan for delays is my best advice)

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November 25, 2025 at 1:19 PM
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'system', from Rune Carrier. While the captain is away on a mission, the crew of the Black Husk come up against an ancient, mechanical foe.

#WriteSky #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity #WIPsnips #system #sffwriters #booksky
“The probes are scanning our transmissions,” Lilith said. “We can’t send Marcus a message without this system knowing exactly where he is by its destination.” “Then we make it a wide-band transmission, no set target. I’ll do that now. We’ll tell the whole planet where Marcus needs to go.” “Good thing this satellite network isn’t intelligent, then,” said Lilith. “Oh, I’d beg to differ on that point.” All eyes shot to the viewscreen. The voice was an unfamiliar one. Deep, breathy and patronising. Masculine. Vital. But still with the clinically clean edges of a machine translating its thoughts into less efficient speech. “Who the fuck are you?” Avalynne demanded. “Me?” replied the voice. “I am the governing intelligence for the Accord Planetary Embargo Commissioning System. You can call me APEX if you like.” From over the curved horizon of the planet came the wide disc of the satellite core. Its thrusters were burning, and its glassy eye was shining. “The question, my noisy little intruders, is who are you?”
November 25, 2025 at 11:40 AM
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A #WIPSnips from A Recipe for Romance 💘 #writingcommunity #writesky

Will’s battling wanting her but knows she’ll never leave LA. Maggie’s lying to herself that they could be casual and then cut ties. Previous scene: he tells her not to look at him like she wants him to kiss her—
“Maggie.” He breathed her name like a prayer. Maggie’s head shot off the countertop. She watched his eyes greedily travel from her toes, curled on the cold tile, up to her flushed cheeks. He took his fill of her until she was breathing heavily, fighting the urge to run to him—or away from him—she wasn’t quite sure. She couldn’t handle the heat in his gaze, the longing in those green eyes. “Maggie. Forget what I said in there. Please.” The way he said the last word had her stomach fluttering. Angling away from him, she poured the kernels into the popper. “Let’s forget the whole thing. You were right, and I…” She shrugged, watching the motorized arm agitate the popcorn and oil on the heated plate. “I just want to watch the movie. We’re two people who happen to know each other, eating some popcorn. And wine. I need wine.” “I don’t want to forget the whole thing.” He was too close now. That thread of tension was buzzing between them like an electrical storm. Maggie was tired. Tired of fighting against whatever this was. Maybe if she gave in and kissed him, it would get these feelings out of her system. They had twenty-four hours together, why not pretend a little longer before breaking it off cleanly. Maggie shrugged, and he took a step closer. Her body turned instinctively toward him. “Maggie.” He whispered her name this time, and a shiver ran through her. One of those large hands gripped her hip while the other slid around the nape of her neck, tangling in her curls. He slid her closer, pulling her on tiptoes so she pressed against his chest. “Mags.” Her name was a breath against her lips. He paused, millimeters away, asking for permission. His nose brushed against hers.
November 25, 2025 at 1:50 PM
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🎶 Snoopy sobbing skeleton 🎵

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From The Magic in Our Bones 🦴😭
Black text, green background, “system” highlighted pink Nico enters, wearing his Charlie Brown pajama top, the yellow one with the dark squiggle at the bottom, and navy-blue pants with tiny images of the whole Peanuts gang. He doesn't have to point to my bed for me to know what he wants. When we were about ten, Nico was plagued by nightmares, and every night he would end up sleeping in my bed, just holding me like I was his security blanket... making the Peanuts pajamas he wore at the time apt (though Linus was only represented in miniature). Even though he doesn't sleep and can't have nightmares, I bet his brain is cycling through the day just like mine is, minus the Azura stuff. Though who knows what he and Mom had to deal with at the end of the Council meeting after I bailed? Bailing on them wasn't cool. Scooching over in bed is the least I can do. He lies down behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. It definitely feels different, just his humerus and radius around my middle, instead of his biceps and triceps. But it also feels normal. Just Nico, my brother, after a nightmare of a day. Then he buries his face into my back, while his body is wracked with inaudible sobs. The pit in my stomach that was already growing into quite a black hole after today, doubles in size at the feel of his convulsing body. I let him get it out of his SYSTEM; Nico always needs to cry it out before I try to calm him down.
November 25, 2025 at 8:38 AM