Transcript of a section of a Donald Trump speech from 2015

This is a written transcription of thing Donald Trump actually said in a campaign speech. 

https://www.c-span.org/video/?c4546796/donald-trump-sentence

Above is the actual link to his words. He has all the best words. 

This was recorded at this Campaign event in South Carolina, in apparently 2015.

I done writted this my selve. 

Having nuclear; my uncle was a great professor and scientist and engineer, Doctor John Trump at MIT. Good, good genes, very good genes, okay? Very smart. The Wharton School of finance, very good, very smart. You know, if you're a conservative republican. If I were a liber-. If like, okay. If I ran as a liberal democrat, they would say I'm one of the smartest people anywhere in the world. It's true!

But when you're a conservative republican they try, oh do they do a number. That's why I always start with

“Went to Wharton, was a good student, went there, went there, did this, built the...”

You know I have to give, like, my credentials all the time, cause we're at a little disadvantage. But you look at the nuclear job, the thing that really bothers me, it would have been so easy, and it's not as -as important as these lives are. Nuclear is so powerful. My uncle explained that to me many, many years ago, the power, and that was thirty five years ago, he would explain the power of what's going to happen, and he was right. Who would have thought? But when you look at what's going on with the four prisoners, now it used to be three, but now it's four, but when it was three and even now, I would have said 'It's all in the messenger.' Fellas, and it is fellas because you know, they don't, they haven't figured that the women are smarter right now than then men, so, you know, it's gonna take 'em about another one hundred and fifty years, but the Persians are great negotiators, the Iranians are great negoti-, so, and they, they just killed, they just killed us. This is-----

It cuts there. 

Is there anyone who could tell what the fuck he was talking about with this information?

I mean besides the Wharton School of Finance and the word nuclear. 

I Have a Mouth Problem

I realize this title might be a little misleading but I'm keeping it. I mean, it is a mouth problem.

I haven't had any of my wisdom teeth taken out. I had all four up until just last month. I was at work, you know the deal, and I felt a weird jagged edge on my top right wisdom tooth. There was nothing I could do but dust off my insurance information (I mean text my mom, cause I'm on their insurance till I'm 26, thanks Obama) and go to the dentist. Now, I don't really mind the dentist. You sit in a chair, they do some stuff, you get up and leave, the end. My first visit didn't change this at all. I said

"Doc, what's the condition? I'm a man that's on a mission."

He said

"Son, you better listen, stuck in you mouth is a huge fucking cavity."

That's not really how it went down and I may have lifted some bars from the Beastie Boys, but that's basically what happened. Turned out all my wisdom teeth had cavities and the top two were literally falling apart in my mouth. He made me feel less like I had the hygiene of a street urchin when he told me that this happens a lot with adult wisdom teeth because they're apparently pretty hard to clean well. After checking out my teeth a little he started to take a whack at 'extracting' (excuse me, I'm trying to sound medical) my right wisdom half-tooth.

It took him about 2 minutes to remove it. It didn't hardly hurt at all for the next few days and everything was groovy. I still had to get my left zombie crypt tooth out, however, and this is where my mouth luck runs out.

So, before I got my left wisdom tooth 'extracted' I had to get a checkup appointment sort of thing.
Fine, I thought, whatever it takes I guess. I get there at eight in the morning, sit around and wait for a bit and finally get called up. First off, the assistant calls me up to get X-rays. Cool, I think they took X-rays last time and it cost me like 20 bucks out of pocket, but fine, I need these fuckers out of my mouth. We get to the X-ray machine again and I mention that I had this done last time I was here, a week ago, and she laughed it off like I was a retard. Then she pulled something up on her wizard box (it's not really a computer, I don't think) and says,
"Well, it looks like you had this done last time you were here."

Oh? I had no idea. I had no idea about what I just told you.

After that she led me through the weird rat maze that is the back room of the Dentist's office. I think it's to make sure you can't escape if you run. I sit on the chair and the assistant puts on some fucking 70's rock music on a bluetooth speaker, like I'm in the room of a sixteen year old boy who 'just discovered real music'. I was still trying to be positive at this point, just smiling and expecting top notch medical care. Oh my sweet naive child.

After a few uncomfortable minutes of small talk with the assistant, the Dentist walks in. She is 90 pounds soaking wet, five feet tall and happens to be asian, which of course is fine with me but I can hardly understand anything she's saying between her thick accent and that blue face mask. Since this is just a check up type appointment, I know it's okay. The dentist takes a tool from the tool table behind me, and pokes all of my teeth at the gum line while saying a number between one and four. One tooth even got a five I think, I remember thinking; Wow, that can't be good.

None of this was explained at all, before or after. I spent twenty minutes in a chair while a stranger I have a hard time understanding hovers above me, poking each of my teeth on both sides and with every prod says
"3." pause "2." pause "2... No, 3."
It was strange to say the least. This part was fine and painless, though, which gave me false hope for the rest of my experience. After the gum poking she gave me a prescription for some special toothpaste and sent me on my way.

This is when it gets bad.

I come in for my next tooth extraction about two weeks later. Turns out it's the first day that they are changing over to a new system so I have to wait a little longer and update all my information that I had just updated for them two weeks ago. No big, I'm a laid back guy that doesn't get worked about something so small and uncontrollable. Contrastly, there was an old lady right in front of me in line that was not a laid back guy and had to apparently address the whole room with a small speech about how many things she had to do today and how she really hoped this wait time wouldn't mess up her super important 70 year old woman day.

Take a fucking seat, lady.

We both only had to wait about five minutes before we were called up.
The same assistant lead me through the maze to the back office again and I sat down and got ready to have my tooth removed. I was under the impression that it would be another easy extraction and I would only have to be there for an hour tops. See, I work graveyard and I have to be asleep by 3:00 pm at the latest. Because I use Kaiser I have to take the appointments I can get, their dental office isn't open on weekends for some goddamn reason, so the only appointment I could get in the next 2 months was at 1:00pm. Not a lot of wiggle room to sleep, but again I thought it would be an easy extraction due to my last visit.

Boy was I wrong.

The dentist gets there and starts working on some minor fillings, which went fine. That little drill they use makes quite the horrible smell though, burning teeth is not a variety of candle that I would buy. Finally we get to the extraction process. It starts out normally enough. She's putting pressure on my tooth and whatever else dentists do when you're in that chair. The weird part is that she isn't putting nearly as much pressure on as the last dentist did, I'm not sure if that's because of what happened next or if she just wasn't strong enough. What happened next is that I heard an incredibly loud cracking noise, felt shards of my own wisdom tooth hit my uvula, and heard the dentist make a frightened whoop noise. She then told me
"Don't worry, it's just your teeth breaking"

Oh, well thanks, that makes me feel better.

This continued for an hour and a half. Highlights of that uncomfortable time included:
The dentist confessing she didn't have the right tools
The dentist reassuring me that it was only my bad tooth that kept splintering into my mouth
The dentist stopping in the middle of the procedure to take a cellphone call
The dentist constantly saying that she just couldn't do it and that she needed a different tool
The dentist pulling my lips so far apart that she broke skin on the corner of my mouth
The dentist constantly pulling my beard hairs (this one may have been unavoidable)
The dentist pinching my bottom lip in between my teeth and one of the tools several times
The assistant looking slightly nervous and telling me that we were, indeed, going to get this tooth out
The dentist walking off all the sudden and returning with another dentist.

After that hour and a half and when the other dentist came in, he sat down in the chair, introduced himself, and took out my tooth in ONE MINUTE. I mean a literal minute.

It took him sixty seconds to take that tooth out. I'm sure that my other dentist 'loosened' it for him, as it were, but come on. After that I get to finally sit up and not have my mouth open. Thank god. My original dentist looks incredibly flabbergasted and tries rushing me out as fast as she can. The assistant completely disappears and I basically get pushed out as soon as possible.

Gee, thanks.

My dentist's parting words were
"Now, this one is going to hurt a lot more than the last one. Take a lot of ibuprofen."
That was it.

Maybe a week later it hasn't really stopped with the minor pain and I use an oral mirror took look at my new head hole and find that I CAN SEE MY FUCKING JAW BONE.

Like it's just exposed, right there. I of course assume I have dry socket, even though it's only a really minor pain I have, and I call up my dentist to ask what's going on. His response was basically that I would know for sure if I had dry socket and it would hurt way worse. The only thing I could do was just wait for it to heal.

So I'm just hanging out waiting for that to happen.  

The Problem of Third Party

I have identified as an independent voter ever since I took responsibility for my own research about candidates and what party affiliation means. I'm a young man, so I've only been able to vote in one presidential election. Obama's second term election year, I voted for Gary Johnson, which considering my upbringing, was a pretty big deal for 21 year old me. This year I was deciding between Jill Stein and Gary Johnson because the DNC, in it's corrupt and money hungry ways, didn't elect Bernie Sanders to run for the Democratic party.

I did not, however, vote for Jill Stein or Gary Johnson. I voted for Hillary Clinton.

Not because I especially like Hillary Clinton or think she would be an especially great president,
I did this because I realized that everything President Obama had done for the progression of society in the last 8 years was on the line. We were so close to losing all of this to Trump and his, frankly, despicable running mate Pence, that I didn't want to chance it.

You should not have chanced it either, my third party friend.

Let's take Pennsylvania for a first example. Trump had 49% of the vote and Clinton had 48%, a close call, Johnson and Stein together had just under a measly 3%. This doesn't sound like a big deal at first but once you realize that if just half of the third party vote had gone to Clinton, she would have won that swing state. The same thing is true of Florida, another huge swing state that had a 49% (Trump) and 48% (Clinton) spread. This is massive. To my hugely limited knowledge of the political election process, Clinton would have only needed Florida to win. There are other swing states that are blue heavy (that Bernie certainly could have won), but those two are easy examples.

I understand that people do what is referred to as 'voting your conscience', and that a lot of people want to defend this and the people that voted this way. Voting your conscience basically surmounts to someone saying
"Well gee willie, I sure do hate Trump's racism, but by golly, Jack, I can't stand those darn Clinton emails either. Guess I'll just vote for Jill Stein, she's kinda similar to Clinton but without the bad reputation around her, right?"
Okay, I know that isn't the only reason people voted for third parties, but it certainly did happen. Really, what is probably more close to the truth in most cases is that some people just liked a third party better, which is great. As I said, I'm a supporter of third parties, especially of the Jill Stein kind. However, politics shouldn't be all about finding that one party and latching on to it no matter what. Sometimes you have to look at the whole chessboard.
As of right now, the third parties in the United States don't make it in the elections. That's just a severely disappointing fact for Americans. It isn't good, and it's not how it should be in my opinion, but it is that way. Unfortunately, voting for a third party is throwing your vote away. Whether you like it or not, that's what you are doing. Voting for a third party doesn't make a point, or disrupt the system. The corrupt politics in the United States only care about the votes they get, not the votes they don't.
If you are on the left leaning side of politics and decided to vote for a third party candidate this year, out of spite for the DNC or otherwise, I'd like you to take a close look at how this has played out. We didn't gain anything positive from not electing Clinton into the Whitehouse. Instead, by voting for a third party and not seeing the whole picture at play, you've helped the presidency of this great nation go to someone who will try to undo every good thing we have accomplished in the last eight years.

To summarize my thoughts; Voting is not about you personally, or how it makes you feel to vote. Voting is about doing what is best for the country at large, in your opinion, and doing what you feel makes the most and best difference in your life and the lives of others. Voting for a candidate that you know will not win, or even come close, does none of these things. You as a citizen of the Unites States have a duty to be not just a voter, but an educated voter who makes a difference.

Sand Castles

You know when you're a kid and your parents take you to the beach? The first thing you think about is either getting into the water or building a sandcastle. Now, I think we could probably understand people better if we took into consideration which thing you wanted to do as a child, but science hasn't done anything that cool. Instead, let me tell you about what that means to my life now.

So, I have been trying to be a 'video game streamer', you probably know the type, and it so far hasn't worked out. Not because I'm bad at being a 'video game streamer', but because there's been a couple of problems along the way. The problems haven't even really been very big, except this newest one. Before it was fickle things like 'Oh, I'm kind of tired after work' or 'We'll Wednesdays aren't even one of my scheduled days'. You know, stuff like that.

Now though? We'll it's actually complicated.

Very recently I've been evicted. Not in a cool way. I didn't protest slavery or tell Donald Trump to suck my dick too loud. Really the person who owned the house that I was/am renting decided to sell it. This is right after I decided to use my savings to get my guitar fixed and get some new streaming gear. SO GOOD FUCKING JOB LIFE, WAY TO SET ME UP. I'M REALLY HAPPY HERE, ON THIS FUCKING SLOPE OF DEBT.

Now, just to be clear, I'm not in debt. It really feels like I could be though. I might actually end up owing my girlfriend some money but that's fine.

You might be asking how this pertains to sand castles versus getting into the water.

It doesn't really, except I feel like life just kicked the shit out of the sand castle I was building and the kids who decided to hang out in the water are just fine even though their beach pastime shows less brain activity in a growing human and is more boring all around.

Any way, fuck life.
I mean, I'm going to be fine, but still.
I don't want to move, are you fucking kidding me? I'll have to pack things... I won't get to play Rocket League for like... a day and a half.

I swear if I can't charge my phone I'll go insane.

Just to be clear I don't actually know if kids who play in the water have less brain activity than kids who build sand castles. I think I'm just mad that they took part in lasting, non-committal fun at the beach.

So, to end this, fuck non-committal fun.

It's so wishy-washy.

Dead Pool and monitor problems.

Holy shit, is Deadpool not one of best superhero movies put out to date? It is, just to clear that up. I saw it Sunday and I'm going to see it again which is pretty rare for me, I usually don't watch movies twice at all.

I've been getting real worn out on all the fucking PG-13 Marvel/DC shit soups that get shoved down the throats of kids. It's gross. I think the only superhero movies I've really liked have been Watchmen, the first Spiderman, the first X-men, actual good movies like that. Avengers was pretty good too, but I've never even seen the second Avengers, which kinda sums up how I felt about it. Deadpool though, was something else. Man, the timing was impeccable, the humor was well written, and he actually broke the 4th wall like Deadpool does in his comics.

Bottom line is that it was really great. 

Second thing today is that my god-damned monitor fucking fried.. So I had to buy I new one. Which is gross and expensive. I mean, not that expensive, but 130 dollars is 130 dollars. 

What really really sucks fat man-ass is that using my pc with a single monitor after 3 years of using two monitors is like dragging my dick through a quartz quarry on fire. 

Maybe I'm exaggerating. 

Still though, it's frustrating. Especially since I can't stream until I get my new one. Good thing is that it'll be the same size as my main monitor. So that'll be nice. The monitor that recently fried was like a 18 inch 1200x720 sack of pissy potatoes and it'll be great to have two 23 inch HD 1920x1080 screens to watch porn on. 

Just kidding

Well, I'll see you all as soon as I get my new monitor up!

I might write again before that, but who knows.  

December 7th, 2015

Hello readers, all two of you or whatever.

I'm reading a book by Joe Hill called Heart Shaped Box. Joe Hill is Stephen King's (who I love) son and a pretty well respected writer with his own merit. I like the book, it's pretty well done, although it's no King. The premise is good and the writing is sturdy for the most part. The only problem that I really have with it is that he sort of paints 'gothic' girls in a pretty negative light. I guess I should explain that by gothic the book means girls with pale skin, heavy dark makeup, lots of piercings and tattoos, that kind of girl. So I don't know if that's strictly gothic, I'm not sure of the correct definitions with this sort of stuff. Either way, both the girls the book talks about have been molested/raped repeatedly in their young age, have depression, are very sexually loose, have all the piercings, ect. So, pretty stereotypical for a gothic chick. That is to say, and I must make this part very clear, I don't think that these things necessarily pain people in a bad light, that's not what I'm saying. (Except rape, that's always fucking awful) I actually really dig tattoos and piercings and high libidos (duh) and I don't care if a girl is a 'slut'. If you want sex go out and have it, it's what I would do. I'm not going to knock you for doing something as awesome as having sex. Just be careful and stuff. All of these things made clear, I think it's a little shallow to write both the women in the story to be essentially the same character. I mean, I understand people have 'types' but not all women who look gothic are also depressive psychos who were raped and spent a good chunk of time stripping, I mean come on, that's just dumb. Of course it is a stereotype and with all stereotypes there is a ring of truth, that's just life. 

Still, though, it's a pretty good book with a lot of cool imagery and descriptive paragraphs. 

My regular non-reading life if pretty uneventful. I'm finally in the last stages of sickness, fucking thank god. I'd give myself one or two more days before I'm back to one hundred percent. I can still make money, that's the important part. 

Man, one thing that I forget and then remember once a year when Christmas comes around is how much I love wrapping gifts, that shit is so much fun. I can't tell if it's because I like the artsy part of it or if I like the gift giving part.. Who knows. It's been really fun though, for real. I'm really happy with the gifts I've gotten for my friends and family so far. Oh man, I got my Dad this watch on amazon that was originally like 600 big ones for just under 50 bucks, that's some crazy shit. The watch looks awesome as fuck though. One thing that this holiday season has taught me for sure is that Amazon Prime coupled with black Friday/cyber Monday is real real nice for Christmas shopping. FUCK THE MALL.  

I've been listening to a lot of Led Zeppelin again. Not that I really stopped I guess, just that it's been a while since I really concentrated on their music. It's always nice to sort of rediscover those bands that made big impacts on you when you first started listening to them. Oh man, especially Zep's song Out On The Tiles, that shit is my jam. It's so fucking groovy, I can't believe I had forgotten about it. 

Alright, I'm done for today. I need to finish present wrapping. Peace. 

December 1st, 2015

Man, can you believe we're only a month away from 2016? I only bring that up because I accidentally typed in 2016 in the post title and the realized that it's only 30 days away. That's pretty fucking crazy man.
So I've been really fucking sick the last couple days and that's totally fucking sucked horrible balls. That's real terrible, for me any way, not really you. Plus I've gotta go to work while I'm basically the Horseman of pestilence. Not cause I'm forced too or anything, no, I work under a union. I'm not going to go into how I feel about unions, because that would be worth a whole other blog. Lets just say I agree with what unions should be but not what they are. The end. Plus I'm now on my weekend and I can totally recover... I hope.

No matter what I feel about unions, I'm still fucking sick. Drunk, too, actually. Sick and drunk. Drunk and sick? I don't know the order, but the facts are the same. Rum and cherry Coke is really good when you're sick. I also have been binge watching Workaholics for the last two or three days, while I have been sick, and I think it's actually a really good show. Some of the jokes are really lame, especially the 'jokes' from Adam, but I think it's supposed to be that way. It makes it authentic. I don't know a lot about many of the different 'cultures'.. Wait, I think what I mean is I don't know a lot about the different types of white people. That being said, I TOTALLY know all about being a fucking drunk, high, moneyless idiot who thinks that he should still be in college. I am no longer moneyless, but I am still those other things. You know what, I wouldn't have it any other way. I think that's why I really like this show, cause, even though I'm drunk and moneyless (compared to some people) I can still appreciate the fact that I have great friends, even though I'm a drunk (basically). '

I just tried reading what I wrote earlier, like a minute ago, and I didn't really think it was that great. Or readable at all. Fuck. I'd like to think that it's because the text I'm reading as I'm writing is really small. I think it's actually because I'm a little drunk. A lot drunk? Who knows...

Oh wait, I know, I am drunk.

Enough about me, lets talk about you. Write me a comment or some kind of PM and I'll get to you in like, a week.

Or a month.


Woof, I'm drunk.