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Thursday, March 23, 2017

My Take On Last November

Hillary Clinton and John Podesta plot campaign strategy.
Photo credit: Metro Goldwyn Meyer


My Take On Last November


This diatribe is off the top 'o my head. I'm not going to use "facts 'n figures", etc.. This is only a retelling of how I experienced last Novembers' miracle.

How the heck did Trumpus Maximus win!? ... But then, how did Clinton lose?

1. From the start, Clinton had a LOT of baggage going in. Folks already had a gut full of her co-presidency of the '90s and the accompanying fireworks of which she was NOT the wide eyed innocent. Her stint as Secretary of State during the Obama regime didn't sit well with a lot of folks either. The Benghazi affair, deleted emails, "What difference does it make?"/evasiveness and doing private business on the companys' time and dime. There was no way she could get out from under such an interesting past.

The negatives Mr. Trump had ...

"GRAB 'ER BY THE PUSSY! GRAB 'ER BY THE PUSSY! EEK! EEK! EEK! EEK! HE SAID GRAB 'ER BY THE PUSSY!"

Man, if that's the worst they could come up with ...

Yeah there were other personal negatives on him, ranging from his personal life, business dealings, tax matters and his blunt manner (Actually a plus!) but they seemed trivial compared to Clintons' "trail of bodies".

The lefts' referring to him and his supporters as fascist, nazi, racist and whateveraphobes really had little effect. Such terms have now pretty much lost their meaning except "I hate you because you disagree with me". These idiots wouldn't know what fascism was (The means of production being privately owned but dictated to by the state.) if Mussolini himself kicked them in the nuts.

And they wouldn't know what racism was (The inner feeling and outward expression of support and unity with those of ones' own race.) if I bit them on the ass.

2. Clintons' communication problems didn't help her either.

A. She didn't really to like talking to people. Didn't like answering questions. Press conferences (Except toward the end.) she avoided as much as possible.

Mr. Trump LOVES to talk. Press conferences, arranged or on the spot, he'd jump right in.

Clinton would give a speech, disappear for awhile, have a rally, disappear awhile ...

Trump was all over the place! Seemingly in more than one place at a time. At least three speeches/rallies a day. He was out hustling, selling the product.

B. While both had FUCK YOU attitudes, Mr. Trump was at least saying FU to the right people such as the Democrat Party, Wall Streeters, elitists, left media, the Republican Party (This endeared him to a LOT of disaffected republicans.) and coprophages like the failed Manchurian candidate, John McCain.

Clinton, on the other hand, FUed the wrong people.

You DON'T go to the heart of coal country saying you're "going to put coal miners and coal companies out of business". What that said to a LOT of folks was she was going to keep/put them out of work. Condescendingly saying how important the environment was but you're going to have them working in "green industries" somewhere down the road (Maybe ... perhaps ... might ... If ever I get around to it ...) doesn't help either. While it certainly was a nicer way of telling all those working stiffs to go to hell, it didn't help her campaign any.

Pennsylvania and West Virginia went red as a consequence.

You don't say (In regard to Trumps' MAGA slogan.) America is already great and that's why you'll continue the policies of the previous administration. Lots of folks already had a heaping helping of that the past eight years. They weren't looking for another four plus.

You don't go calling your opponents supporters "a basket full of deplorables" (Thus giving a new slogan to the other side!). A large number of folks who were sympathetic but hesitant about Trump before, got knocked off the fence and into MAGA over that one. Backtracking and saying you only meant half of your opponents supporters came too lame and too late. Both halves and then some thought you were talking about them.

C. Using the old tried and true method of the "capitol hill shill" (Used in the past by politicos from both sides of the aisle.), Clinton speechified, seemingly more to "groups" and special interests, about how she was right and her opponent wrong using long winded diatribes and at times talking over every ones' heads.

Trumps' style was definitely atypical. He'd directly address peoples problems and made it seem like he was talking personally to working people. "YOU ... are worried about your family, the future of YOUr children. YOU're concerned about safety, national security, terrorism. YOUr job, pay check, taxes, take home, etc.".

The style was simple, direct and ... repetitive. Saying the same things over and over.

This drove both left and right nuts. Not realizing that Mr. Trump was NOT campaigning. He was advertising. Carefully listen to a typical thirty to sixty second radio/TV ad and note how many times the product/solution they're selling is mentioned by name.

I also found his hand gestures and facial expressions interesting. While folks listened with their ears, their eyes were focused on hands and face thus making it easier for the message to register in their minds. I don't know if Mr. Trump was consciously using this "hypnotism" or not but it was fascinating as well as effective.

Trump could be hypnotic whereas Clinton would bore or put people to sleep ... except when she was doing her more than excellent Margaret Hamilton impersonation ("I'll GET you my pretty ... AND YOUR LITTLE DOG TOTO TOO!").

3. Crowd sizes:

CNN (Commie News Net) and other propaganda outlets assured us that crowd size at speeches and rallies were no factor in determining the elections' outcome. They correctly cited that Mitt Romney drew larger crowds than Obama in 2012 but still lost.

Howsomever ...

Romney had nowhere near the crowd sizes that Mr. Trump had and Ms. Clintons' were nowhere near that of Obamas'.

In the interest of "fairness", PMSNBC and other alt left media would not turn the cameras around on the crowds. I had a better picture of how things were from alternate print and vid sources on the net. You know ... the "nazis" at Brietbart, the "conspiracy mongers" at Infowars, that "fascist" Drudgereport and all those You Tube "anarchists". They would turn the cameras around.

I'd never seen anything before like it! While Clinton had trouble putting butts in seats at high school auditoriums, Trump had no trouble at all getting OVERFLOW crowds at stadiums and airline hangers. Yeah ... Those huge buildings they park jumbo jets in to get serviced.

The photos of "huddled masses" in front of auditorium stages at Clinton "rallies" were sad and pathetic. Sometimes the combination of the numbers of her paid entourage and the media locusts would rival that of her supporters. The cancelled rally in Florida where Kaine, her running mate was to speak ... Only EIGHT people showed up.

Trump spoke at noon one day at the county fairgrounds in my area. They were turning people away at 10:30 AM.

All through the campaign, media mouth(y)pieces kept declaring that crowd size doesn't translate into votes.

Large numbers of people don't drive for miles/hours to hear someone speak in the full knowledge of a one in four chance they'd be turned away ... and not vote.

4. Wikileaks:

No matter who "hacked" the DNC and others the fact of the matter is that what was in those E-mails was true.

A. Collusion of the Dems and the media to pump Clinton at the expense of Trump.

Dems SHOULD be mad ... but not at Trump. The meat puppets had the rank and file absolutely convinced of Clintons' inevitability. THEY had them believing the throne had already been set up in the White House and the crown and ruby slippers all shined and ready.

So much so, some of them stayed home on election day thinking their votes weren't needed. A lot of them now are out there smashing windows and being the useless little punks they are. So how the hell does that help?

B. Manipulation of the polls:

I read articles about the pollsters oversampling of Dems in order to "weight" their results. I only consulted two polls, LA Times/USC (With its interesting criteria.) which had the two neck and neck and sometimes Rasmussen. The fact the pollsters couldn't reliably gauge the influence and number of "new voters" (Some of whom hadn't voted since the Reagan era!) also had me wondering.

C. The screwing of Bernie Sanders in the primary run:

Yes, there was a "never Trump" movement. What is less well known was the "never Hillary" faction.

Whereas the the anti-Trumpers were party "higher ups"/officials and hacks the anti-Hillary bunch were from the Dem rank and file, many pulling for Sanders.
Clintons' trust issues made many skepticle. The leaks only intensified that. When Sanders lost the nomination a large number ended up voting third party or even Trump (Who said some of the same things about Wall Street as Sanders.).

Sanders "drinking the Kool-Aid" (Jimmy Jones Party Punch!) and backing Clinton made him seem like just another shill to many who then lost faith in the Dem party.

5. The debates:

Of course the alt left "lugenpresse" said Clinton walked away with all three. Bull!

A. The first one had Trump holding his own.

B. As for the second one ...

History has shown the conservative candidate will lose the election if he does not have the support of two groups: Gun Owners and Evangelicals.

Mr. Trump had the gun owners solidly behind him long before the second debate. The National Rifle Association endorsed him BEFORE the Republican National Convention (With Romney, it wasn't until October!) and the rest weren't far behind.

The evangelicals were pretty much with Trump by then but there were still quite a few fence sitters in that quarter. Mr. Trumps' forceful stating of his positions on and Ms. Clintons' rather callous answers to the question about late term and partial birth abortion knocked them right OFF the fence and cemented that faction in the Trump camp.

The "bitter clingers" won big that November.

C. In the third debate, on being asked by Chris Wallace about the deleted E-mails from her stint as Secretary of State, she clumsily ducked the question and wouldn't answer. This didn't sit well with those watching.

6. Enthusiasm:

I've worked at the same place, a university, for the past ten years. This college is no exception when it comes to places of higher learning being hotbeds of indoctrination into the wonders and glories of leftist non-wisdom and bullshit.

The place is covered in "rainbow safe zone" stickers. So it should come as no surprise that the support for Obama was through the roof there.

In both 2008 and 2012 elections, the enthusiasm for that socialist asshole was incredible.

"OOOOOO! ... Our first black president!"

Faculty 'n fools couldn't get enough of him. Posters, get out the vote drives, rallies, etc.. Young  Democrats and other subversive on-campus organisations reserving conference rooms and lounges for meetings and watching the debates.

You get the idea.

2016 ... Nothing.

No, "OOOOOO ... Our first WOMYN president!"

The campus was pretty quiet. Sure, the odd student would make some snide comment about Mr. Trump at the lobby TV now and then and that's about it.

Shoot! Just the other day a fine upstanding "sexual non-conformist", fresh out of viewing a weekly film at the "Queer Film Fest" series in one of the auditoriums shouted a hearty FU! at Fox coverage of Mr. Trumps' recent rally in Pennsyltucky.

During the campaign there was evidence of they and Ms. Clinton being against something. But not really being FOR anything ... Except maybe the "same old, same old" of the past eight years.

Aside from a sign in the lobby on election day offering rides to polling places, I didn't see ANY activity.

I couldn't help but feel Clinton may be having trouble.

7. Last days of the campaign:

A. Whether or not Comeys' letters to Congress about additional Clinton/State Dept. E-mails influenced the election he knew he was going to be accused of supporting one candidate or the other no matter when he announced them. My guess is he decided to avoid criticism of not having announced as soon as he could instead of later. In my view he was only doing CYA and not because it was in support of Trump.

B. Clinton kept doing her comparatively sporadic speechifying (Though she did step up her frequency of press conferences.) while Mr. Trump, as usual, was continually on the hustle and getting his word out.

The weekend before election day Mr. Trump went to all the battleground states and then some. He looked like he wanted to win this one. Maybe it's just me but
Clinton hardly seemed to be mentioned much. Don't you want to win this one, lady?

C. The Wednesday before election day, it was announced the Clinton campaign cancelled the fireworks display that was to happen in the event of a Clinton victory. Did someone in her group know something we didn't?

D. Thursday before election day, a Drudge Report link led me to a You Tube presentation wherein a young lady mentioned that the Clinton campaign was withdrawing people and resources from the battleground states of Florida, North Carolina and Pennsylvania.

Was the campaign staff that confident (Arrogant?) that they didn't need to put that much effort in those important states?

It seems to have been the case considering Ms. Clintons' behavior late November Eight/early November Nine. After finding she was losing, she was in no mental shape to deliver a concession speech and did so much later that morning.

8. Election day:

I wake up, sweating bullets. Usual net reading no comfort at all.

Go in to work in the afternoon (nite shift). Nothing going to happen 'til about eight o'clock. Still sweating.

After eight, Clinton grabs an early lead. Northwest reporting in. Clinton grabs New York, pundits crow about Trump losing his home state (Leaving out the fact his "other" home state, Florida was yet to be counted.).

Of course New York went to Clinton. Fully expected that. No conservative has gotten NY in a looooong time.

About an hour later I glance at the lobby screen. Trump in a small lead that got bigger later which he maintained the rest of the night.

I go home at midnite thirty by which Mr. Trumps' lead was looking pretty good. Michigan, Pennsy and others still close.

I get on Fox streaming and Stormfront.

Yes, THAT Stormfront (Nazis! ... And KluKKers! ... And trolls! ... OH MY!)!

Seems a really hot thread in the Newslinks and Articles section was really going at it. They were practically in "chatroom" mode considering how quick the responses were coming in. Even the Trump haters were rooting for Trump!

So  ... Switching between the two, sweating out the results ...

Let's go Pennsylvania ... Trump leading ... not by much ... but ... he ... just might ...

Michigan looks even narrower. C'moooon Michigan! Go Wolverines!

Yeah, like I care. I'm supposed to be for the OSU Buckeyes but I never gave a dang about them either.

Still switching back and forth awhile. Notice some new entries on the Stormfront thread. Third to the last one:

"AP and Russian News have just declared for Trump. Wooo Hooo!"

Russian News? RT?

Going back to Fox, they're still waffling about the vote. Wallace and company commenting on the stillness of the Clinton NY headquarters and the exuberance at Trumps'. After about ten, fifteen minutes Fox finally gives it to Trump.

I never thought I'd see the day when Fox gets scooped by "Russian News".

9: Conclusion:

Keep in mind, this article is off the top'o my head. If things seem a little sketchy and inexact it's because of the time since and this is only from where I sat through the whole thing.

Right now, Mr. Trump is going through some rocky times, what with the incredible butt hurt the Dems are still going through. Along with the never-
Trumping whinos 'n RINOS like McCain, et al ...

Well ... With Republicans like these ... Who needs Democrats?

Keep in mind, Mr. Trump isn't this all powerful wizard casting spells to instantly make things better. He's only one man and the krap ain't over yet.

So let's get ready for 2018 and 2020. Volunteer, get involved and VOTE!

Jus' sayin ...


Note: My apologies to Margaret Hamilton (The 'Wicked Witch of the West" in The Wizard of Oz. MGM, 1939.) for use of the title photo. She was a GREAT actress!


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Thursday, January 2, 2014

Somewhere ... Over the Wall: A Haibane Renmei/Wizard of Oz Crossover Fan Fiction Story

Couldn't find any "appropriate" pics but I like this one. L-R: Nemu, Reki, Kana,
Hikari, Kuu, and Rakka with the bread. Artist: Naotan54 on Deviantart.


Somewhere ... Over the Wall

by

C V Ford


It was in the middle of a particularly harsh winter, the town of Guri/Glie was hit by a brief rise in temperature. More than enough to leave an unusually thick blanket of fog covering everything within the wall. The sun set, the mist held. Soon after, the dogs picked up their communal howl.

Starting small, within minutes turning big. First one dog then another, gradually building up until all the canines in Gurie had joined in. Their cries filling the white shrouded winter skies above. For other than the fog, something else was in the air that night.

Kana gripped the railing below the clock towers' face as she peered out into the whispy murk. Though way past quitting time, she wanted one last look over the town before heading home. If she COULD look that is. It was thicker than the cafes' proverbial pea soup. Though thinner up where she was, no more than fifty feet distant could be clearly seen before the cottony mass obscured.

The scene before her had the feel of being in a cloud drifting over the world below, the haunting ethereal beauty, breathtaking. The serene quality being totally ruined by the baying of what seemed all the dogs in the world. The fairy tale ambiance more like the scary stories Kana would frighten Kuu with so long ago, with moonlight vainly trying to pierce through.

Blinking hard, she then rubbed her eyes. A faint coalesence at first, she passed it off as a trick on the eyes, a cause of the cottony chaos swirling about. Materializing more definite, solid, the young Haibane knew it not an illusion. Something was swiftly, silently coming close to the clock tower. Huge ... Enormous ...

Kana backed away from the railing into the wall beneath the clock face. Letting out a frightened gasp as the ... thing ... loomed over the towers' very top. Though still only a shadow, it bespoke a more than tangible danger in its' drifting closer.

Though not usually one to fear anything, she frantically grasped for the balconys' door to her left as she stumbled and fell, certain whatever it was had deadly intent.

As quickly as it had come, the apparition vanished in the gray dark towards the direction of the temple, just missing the tower by only a few scant feet.

Dashing to the end of the platform, Kana could only catch a glimpse of colossal shadow disappearing completely into the nights' heavy gloom.

Rushing inside, more than eager to tell ANYONE left in the shop below. Her disappointment great when no one would believe her.

xxxxx

To say the last two days had not been good for the professor would be an understatement. The journey had begun disastrously. The young lady who was to accompany him in the hopes of getting back to her home, abruptly left the basket moments before take-off. An unholy gust of wind jerked the balloon out from the great city he once ruled, up thousands of feet within minutes. The overpowering westerly currents carried him far, over two sleepless days without let-up. Helpless, he could only go along with being carried to only God knew. The fantastic speeds the winds moved the vehicle made descent a perilous proposition.

The only course was to wait it out.

At the beginning, he was, as he told some new found friends only a few days before in regard to a related incident ... petrified. A reasonably strong heart can get used to anything after prolonged exposure and about an hour or so out, his fears were replaced with a fatalistic determination to see it through.

At the suns' setting on the second day, the wind subsided. Tired and numb, he decided to set down for a well deserved rest and try to get his bearings.

Then to find himself descending in this unusually thick bank of fog.

Not knowing how fast the descent or what the balloon would run into, he started dumping ballast, hoping to regain altitude. It was only by sheer chance he barely missed collision with that clock tower.

The tower, at least, indicated the howling from beneath were town dogs and not an unusually large pack of wolves lying in wait in a wilderness below. Meaning ... Civilization! Rest, food and a chance of getting a sense of direction. If he could further avoid crashing into something and find a place to land ...

As if by miracle, the fog suddenly lightened into a brief break, revealing ...

Before him, the cliff loomed, at first threatening, though he could see he was about to clear it.

To his right, a strange cylindrical structure built two thirds up the crag. In front, a mist shrouded waterfall with footbridge before. At his left, a small figure could be seen trudging along a narrow trail between cliff and mist filled gorge.

Digging into one of his voluminous pockets, the professor withdrew a collapsible spyglass. Extending it, he focused on the slow moving pedestrian.

He let out a startled gasp. Though he spent years in the fantastic place he once ruled, marvels never ceased to amaze. He could plainly see the small wings flexing on the hikers' back. And on the ... her ... head ... A halo? Other details showed the walker to be otherwise quite human and not one of the winged minions of a now deceased adversary he recently contended with.

Reaching back, he grabbed a conical tin megaphone. Directing it in the figures' direction, he called out.

xxxxx

After a long day of cleaning plaques and the gathering of light leaves, Rakka was eager to make her way back to Old Home for supper with friends. On setting out, she would not let the fog deter her.

The howling of the town dogs distant, picked up as she was half-way across the foot bridge, giving her second and third thoughts about moving on. As it was, she decided to finish what she started, now hugging close to the cliff wall. She shuddered, knowing only a few scant feet away, a sheer drop to the water below.

A feeling of relief swept over her on the sudden lift in fog. The trails' edge didn't seem so close now as she picked up speed though still hugging the cliff. The howling had also stopped, giving a more optimistic feel to her situation as she made her way along. It was then she noticed a new sound replaced that of the hounds. Someone calling out ... to her?

The Washi? No. Though it did come from the temples' general direction, it sounded more from above. Turning quickly, seeing nothing directly behind, she altered her gaze upward, gasping in amazement.

A ... balloon? Yes. But not like any she had seen the vendor in the town square selling. This one was absolutely ... HUGE! A purple and orange color pattern, ropes starting halfway down suspending a ... large basket? Within the basket, calling down to her ... a ... man?

"Helloooo! You! ... Down there!"

Raka could only stare up, dumfounded. Out of reflexive politeness, she started to wave.

"Yes! ... YOU! ... You on the trail!"

She waved even more.

"Am in need of direction and assistance. I seem to be lost! Could you be so kind as to tell me where I am and what place this is?"

The last sentance shook her out of her daze. The language, though strange to her, she knew deep down she had heard it before. From her previous life, before her rebirth within the wall? It may not have been her primary one then, but she was sure she encountered its' use long ago. And that curious lettering halfway up the side ...

Knowing she could do nothing but observe, she continued doing so, taking in every detail her mind would let her.

A thought struck her. Reaching into a jacket pocket, she withdrew her paybook and pencil and started scrawling what she could, paying particular attention to the lettering.

xxxxx

The professor sighed as the fog started closing back in. A foreign land, it was too much to expect a local to understand let alone reply. At least he knew he was near civilization and better yet, was going to clear the cliff and wall before setting down.

xxxxx

Still peering up into the regathering gloom, Rakka pocketed book and pencil. Someone had to be told ... someone ...

"It is gone child."

With a start, Rakka spun to her left, seeing the Washi and an accompanying touga.

"Did you ... ?"

"Yes. We saw it drifting by."

"Was it from ... ?"

"Outside? Yes child, it was. As you know, in winter, the wall diminishes in power. Though it isn't often things other than birds get in even then."

The Washi extended his hand, palm up. Without any urging, Rakka knew what was wanted, handing over her paybook. The old man neatly tore the section out.

"I  ... didn't mean to ... "

"Fear not. No rules broken on your part child. They do not foresee things extraordinary as this. In your desire to help and inform, you did what you could under the circumstances ... Nevertheless ... "

Rakka stiffened, possibility of penalty foremost in thought.

Handing the book back the old man concluded the matter.

"This occurrence ... What you have seen ... Must be treated and handled the same way any matters and duties you have within both temple and wall."

Solemnly nodding she replied, "yes ... I understand."

The Washi gestured toward the tall, silent, masked figure present.

"This touga will escort you back to Old Home. In your haste to leave, you gave us quite a start little one. It can be dangerous enough here in daylight if one is not careful."

xxxxx

The rest of the journey was uneventful. Before Rakka could even thank the humanoid "wraith", he (It?) had already vanished into the dark. Turning in, she entered through the kitchen and into the dining area.

"I tell ya'!" Exclaimed Kana to all and sundry. "It was absolutely huge! Like a balloon or ... something ... BUT BIGGER! ... Lots bigger!"

At the tables, the young feathers oooed and aaahed as Kana recited her tale for the umpteenth time.

Nemu, Hikari and the house mother looked on, shaking heads.

Noting their doubt, also for the umpteenth time, Kana sighed.

"Still not gonna' believe me, are you?" Frowning in frustration.

"I'm sorry Kana," Hikari replied, slight smile. "It's just too fantastic to believe. I'm sure you saw SOMETHING. As for what it was ... And you're the only one who saw it. No one else to-"

"I believe you Kana!" Hana exclaimed.

Kana patted the young feather on the head.

"Aw ... You have to hon. You're my 'petite souer'."

"Huh?"

"Don't know what that means ... Just popped into my head."

Kana espied Rakka entering in.

"Wait! Rakka!" Kana exclaimed. "You might have seen something. It was heading your way at the time."

"What was ... seen?" Rakka, nervous, tried to look convincingly confused.

"You know ... The balloon ... or ... Whatever it was."

"Ball ... oon?"

The other three adults sighed as Kana went into her story for the ump-umpteenth time. The kids just as spellbound as before. For her part, Rakka knowing EXACTLY what the tomboy was talking about, listened carefully for any details she herself might have missed. As it was, compared to what she had seen, Kanas' description was meager at best."

"But," Kana concluded, "all I could make out was a huge shadow. Seemed solid enough. Looked like a humoungus ... uh ... balloon ... You sure you didn't see ANYTHING? I KNOW it was going in the direction of the temple."

"No," answered Rakka. "Fog was too thick. So much so, the Communicator had one of the Touga escort me here."

"Hmmmph!" Kana  waved about the dining area indicating the young feathers, "Other than my LOYAL following, no one seems to believe me."

Kanas' hands hit her sides with an audible slap.

"I have to freshen up," Rakka excused herself. "Be right back."

She noted the skeptical look on Kanas' face as she left.

xxxxx

In her room, the young Haibane quickly rewrote her observations, complete with a hasty drawing, on paper separate from her journal. Her work within the wall trained her memory well. She copied word for word from what the Washi confiscated and then some.

She pondered the balloons' strange lettering. The "script", like the mans' speech, seemed somewhat familiar. They had to be related to her previous life in some way. It was unlikely she would ever be able to read it. And if she did, it was even more unlikely she would know the meaning of STATE FAIR OMAHA.

xxxxx

Before re-entering the dining area, Rakka paused to check herself and survey the scene. Kana, now seated between Nemu and Hana, seemed calm, eating and talking about other things, everyone else joining in.

Taking a place between two young ones, Rakka felt the warmth. Not of only the place itself and the food but also of the atmosphere of those around her.

Yes. Times such as these. With friends ... Friends? ... Family actually. Who could they be anything but? Family yes, most definitely. Where there is family, there is home.

And there's no place like home.

END



Storyline (only) copyright © 1-3-14 C V Ford


My other Haibane Renmei fanfics:

Uncle Wolf here.

An Offer She Might Refuse here.

An Exception In Gurie here.

Washi With the Mask Off here.

His Mother Was the Lightning, His Taker, the Light here.

You Devil You here.


Wikipedia article on the film, The Wizard of Oz here.


My profile page and my fanfics of other anime on fanfiction.net here.

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Go to Jays' Tee Vee blog main page here.


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