Category: Junior Literary

This morning was an odd one for my usual routine. Not much deviated, but the atmosphere upon opening my eyes was different- I don’t know how exactly to explain it, but I felt suspiciously calm, not thinking about how much time I had to get ready. It was 5:55 AM when I woke up, but instead of begrudgingly pulling myself out of bed, I just laid and stared. Minutes ticked by, and when I got up after 6:11, I thought: “I’m going to have to rush like all HECK.”

But I didn’t, and I didn’t feel rushed either. Against the notions of my brain, I had time left while I waited for my family. I looked outside my windows, heard some noises, and decided to spend my free time standing in the driveway with my journal. I hadn’t ever decided to write so early in the morning, and though balancing my journal on my arm to keep my writing steady was troublesome, it was a fulfilling experience. The excerpt below is what I wrote during that time, this very morning. Some small edits have been made to make things more coherent.

11/8/23

Sounds of the Rising Sun

The metalworker is in their workshop this morning, the sounds of clinging metal and skittering chains reaching my ears. I hear them activate the saw again and again, three seconds of silence in between before the scraping resumes like clockwork. There’s a masculine, adult voice shouting at something to my left- my guess is that they’re two houses down, but their voice rides the wind with ease. I can’t make out their words, but they shout in the stern, gruff, warning way one would shout at a misbehaving child or dog. Their voice rings out like a bark: heavy at the beginning and swooping up at the end. When I visualize it, I see it as a sharp punch of sound breaking the air. A cluster of birds swim through the sky above, their bubbly chirps alerting me of their arrival. They sound like colorful dots popping against my tongue and ears, and I can almost see those dots bouncing around them as they fly. Their asymmetrical forms gracefully cut through the fog, their shadowy silhouettes melding with the dark treetops. They take their poppy tweets with them as they leave my line of sight, but another flock flies not far behind. They’re smaller, their voices just as bouncy, and they chitter a similar chorus. Their departure brings my attention to the mist-shrouded lake they flew by. In the fog, the wooden posts of my neighbor’s unfinished dock appear as abandoned, alien monoliths. For a moment there is no noise, and I think about the hoofprints in the lakeside, the dying porch ferns by my feet, and the swamp-tree saplings bordering the right side of the pond. The unexpected rustling of branches snaps me out of my thoughts, and I turn around in search of the noise’s cause. It was so quick, so sudden, that I almost think I never heard it. I think, “It’ll be another memory that washes away with the day.” The crinkled brown leaves I see fall tell me otherwise, though- that noise wasn’t figment of imagination. I hear no squirrels amongst the trees and no birds perching overhead, but I do hear the twist and click of the front door lock. The weather strips squeal as they’re pushed apart from one another, the motion making the automatic light flick on. My mother is here, my sibling is in the car, and it’s time to go to school.

Ok today I’m going to be talking about one of my characters or Oc if you will. I plan to do this for the rest of the month so be warned. I love my Oc’s and giving them stories. I don’t know how other people do it but when I create characters, they are usually based on concepts I’ve seen on tv or ideas I get from Pinterest (Like I have a whole pin board that’s just character ideas.)

So, to get into it lets jump in.

Name- Summer Pearl Harris

Age- Seventeen-year-old

Looks- She has almond skin with small freckles around her face, she has brown eyes with curly black hair she is about 5’5  

Background:

She is a seventeen-year-old African American. Who lives in a small town in Ohio. She lives by herself since her parents are usually never around and haven’t been around since she was like five years old. She spends most of her time with her older half-brother, James who is more like a parent to her. She was a junior at the high school in her town, but she dropped out when her younger half-sister, Olivia was born. Summer has a long-time boyfriend that she sees only in the summer and on some holidays. His name is Leonardo, but everyone just calls him Leo.

Next on my list of characters is Summer’s half-brother James.  

 

Name- James Camelo Harris   

Age- twenty-five-year-old 

Looks- He is 6’1 with a honey skin tone. He has brown eyes with short black hair.

Background:

James was born to Summer’s dad and his birth mom, a Latina woman who he met at a club. James lived with his mom till he was taken from his mom when he was ten years old. James lived with his dad and stepmom till he was eighteen when he moved out to live with his girlfriend.  They live on the outskirts of the town. James works at the Ice Cream parlor where he also sells information to people. 

 

 

                                                            Hi Lovelies!  

 One of the main cable stations I watched when I was younger was Cartoon Net Work. My siblings and I used to sit in the living room analyzing all of the shows and discussing who our favorite characters were and why.  We also talked about which characters contributed more to the show and analyzed their final arc.   At the end of the day, a lot of these character arcs were so random and I’m going to rank some random characters favorite to least based on the show’s ending and how I personally felt about them.   

#1 Gumball 

Gumball Waterson is one of the funniest characters to me.   At the age 12 he was one of the most relatable children ever, especially with the topics that concerned school and school’s social life.  When discussing his development, it was interesting. I loved how in the beginning of the sitcom Gumball was just a simple awkward kid who hung out with his brother mostly at school, but his traits of being a troublemaker and a goofball with questionable morals is what made him standout to the audience.  There were many moments when we wondered if we would make the same choices he made in certain situations, especially when looking at how he treated his friends, like Tobias and Banana Joe for example.                                                                                                                               He didn’t have to prove things to them, but he did it anyway because of peer pressure and his choices took it to the extreme and made hard life so unnecessary.   Anyway, as I rate based off of the ending of the show, everything before “The Inquisition” episode was okay.  Now, I don’t want to spoil it, but if you know, you know; and we all know they did us dirty.  

 

                                                                                                                                      # 2 Mordecai and Rigby 

                                                                                               

The reason why I put these two together is because I’ve always seen them as the pair that just needed each other in order to make a good show.   I love them both, but would I watch an episode with just Mordecai?  No, not really even though there have been some. The same also goes for Rigby.  I have loved this show since I was 7, which probably wasn’t a good thing at my age, but I mean, who didn’t watch what they shouldn’t have?  Their dynamic was relatable to me because I could see my older sisters and their bond within them, that’s probably why they watched it with me.   Mordecai’s intelligence and maturity matched well with Rigby’s hyper activeness and childish ways.   I loved how they interacted with everyone else at The Park and it just made my day.  The best moments were the small ones when Rigby taught lessons to Mordecai by accident and Rigby also learned things from himself.   Mordecai’s character arc was mostly him going through girlfriends and figuring out what he wants and life, while Rigby learned more responsibility.  There might’ve been more, but I stopped watching the show once they got to outer space, which brings me to the ending rank.   Personally, to me, the ending was horrible.  They didn’t have to do Pops that way, also the future epilogue with their lives did not do them justice.  Especially with Mordecai, his was just, NO.   I couldn’t do it, second place it is. 

    

                                                                                                            # 3 Courage  

 

 I really don’t know what to say about him.  He was adorable and he was brave, that’s about it.   He could be my dog if he wanted to.  I just really liked the show, that’s why he’s up here. 

                                        

                                                                   

                       # 4 Fire Princess

  I’m kind of sticking random ones here now until I get to the least one, but what happened to her?  Y’all should tell me because I didn’t finish the Adventure Time series because I got older and school life got more complicated, then I had to choose which show would stay in my schedule and I chose Regular Show.   From the few shows I did watch with her in it, she became a favorite character of mine. I don’t remember why, but I remember my kid self really loved her powers.  Yep. That seems about right. 

                                                             

                               

                                         

          # 5 Anais 

                                                                                                                         

I actually really love her.  She reminds me of who I wanted to be as a child, but she was mean and cleverer than me.   She also reminds me of my niece, she used to be so sweet and innocent as a baby, and now she’s dangerous and a little gremlin (I still love her though). I don’t think she has any specific arc development, but there were times when she allowed herself to have fun and appreciate her hard work.   Also, Gumball and Darwin needed to listen to her more, she knew what she was talking about.  Especially when she hid that remote, they knew it was time to fear her.  Anais was petty but petty in a way that made you feel that she was in the right.  I don’t remember her ending of the show, but I think she stayed the same. 

                                           

                              Bonus: Favorite episodes they were in. 

Gumball – “Dodge or Dare” 

Mordecai and Rigby – “This is my Jam”, Quote:  You can’t touch music, but music can touch you. 

Courage- “The Shadow of Courage” 

Anais- “Responsible Babysitters”  

           

                

Yeah, part two, baby, I was running out of blogs again! (now with verses)

DAILY MIX 1: PERFUME (Lovejoy)

Yeah, this song is one of their best. No contest? Just the drum work, the guitar riffs, the story? my god. The amazing sound is just one of the best parts of the song, it makes me want to learn to those instruments. The story too, is honestly really interesting. (Diversity win: your ex’s new bf uses he/they.) This is a great song to introduce to someone if they haven’t listened to the band.

And I can still smell her perfume.
Did it rub off on you?

DAILY MIX 2: STRAWBERRY BLOND (Mitski)

She’s known for her mellow songs, but yknow what, Strawberry Blond is one of my favorite songs, I’ll say it. Reminiscent of summer and spring, it calls on something ethereal. But what most people misinterpret is the idea that the ethereal is attained in the song. It instead, calls on something entirely unattainable, as the singer watches and grapples with Eurocentric beauty standards in dating. All I need, darling, is a life in your shape. I picture it soft, and I ache.

I love everybody because I love you
When you stood up, walked away barefoot
And the grass where you lay left a bed in your shape
I looked over it and I ached
(Look at you, Strawberry Blonde)

DAILY MIX 3: MONSTERS (feat. Blackbear, All Time Low)

This song just kinda goes. The guitar and drum work is really solid and All Time Low works with the punk of the song, but I don’t have much to say. It’s not a bad song. The story I actually quite like. The singer struggles with a toxic relationship and battles mental health, being unable to sleep at night and then going back to your ex who doesn’t treat you right either. Addiction, paranoia, toxic partners, all sorts of “monsters.”

Why am I a sucker for all your lies?
Strung out like laundry on every line
Why do I come back to you
Like I don’t mind if you ruin up my life?

DAILY MIX 4: skip. I really don’t like my daily mix 4.

 

DAILY MIX 5: BUTCH 4 BUTCH (Rio Romeo)

You know the feeling you get in dreams where you fall endlessly and endlessly until you wake up? That’s what this song feels like. Falling down, down, down endlessly. But aside from sound or song, the meaning’s pretty good. Butches being characteristically seen as strong or unable to be perceived as weak, but disregarding it for their partner, who they love very much.

I talk real slow and speak real low
Hoping she’ll lean into me
And we just laugh ’cause what was that?
We can’t take ourselves seriously

DAILY MIX 6: FIREFLIES (Owl City)

I don’t think I’ve ever listened to this song in full. Genuinely. I think I’ve heard the “YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE YOUR EYES, IF TEN MILLION FIREFLIES” like 80 times and that’s it, that’s all I know of the song. And I have to say, I agree, I would not believe my eyes if ten million fireflies. (lit up the world as I fell asleep)

A foxtrot above my head
A sock hop beneath my bed
A disco ball is just hanging by a thread (thread, thread)

(what even are those lyrics)

Just a small disclaimer today I’m logging a part two to a story that I wrote two weeks ago so just keep that in mind.  :)))

 

 

“I hate winter, it’s 6pm and we’re going to have to patrol in pitch black night. Driving through this goddamn storm is going to be hard enough.” Otto was known for these rants, surprisingly it did not improve upon the quality of their patrols together. 

 

“It’ll be fine.” John said.

 

“Your voice of reason is more aggravating than anything that could come out of my mouth. You know that right?”

 

It was only when Otto finished his mindless rant did either of them begin to hear the static. It was a sound that both men had become all-too familiar with. It represented not just a call to action but also an escape from bliss for the two EMT’s. It was a sound that seemed to reside in the back of their heads, whether it be when they’re returning home or just starting their patrol. However, there was something different about this transmission. 

 

“Wh- -co -t, wash-t-” it staggered.

 

“Repeat that please.” 

 

“-t code two o- 7th o- Washington-”

 

“Roger”

 

The small percentage of the voice that was decipherable was not one that either man was familiar with. It was a low and raspy voice, one that did not align with the voice of their usual dispatch. Otto, begrudgingly walked out of the door with a look of frustration plastered across his face, leaving Jolly’s with his stomach as empty as it was when he entered. John followed behind him, however it was an expression of confusion that was left on his smooth dark complexion.   

The pouring rain hadn’t subsided as they attempted to speed to the ambulance. Water splashing up from puddles up to their waste as they ran. While it was only a code two the feeling of urgency never left the confines of their minds, even in situations not formally categorized as urgent both men felt as if they owed it to themselves to act with urgency. Their ankles trudged through the partially flooded parking lot as they finally climbed into the front seat. If it wasn’t for the underlying feeling of underlying sense of urgency that plagued their mind then it would have been an interesting view to take in, the torrential downpour upon a sea of empty asphalt. However, they could not see very far, for the extent of their vision didn’t expand beyond the light that was emitted from the restaurant’s window. It was an odd sight, their once casual demeanor almost unrecognizable. A once informal and playful relationship now seemed to be nothing but pure, unaltering, professionalism. Only Otto’s shifted expression was able to pull John out of his entranced-like state of focus.

“What? “He finally said.

 

“I remember that address John. The one on Washington, remember? The abandoned one on the corner. The one that looks like it’s on its last leg.”

 

“Oh yea, the one that looks like the roof is about to cave in.”John chimed in, remembering the address that more vividly now.

 

“Maybe it finally did,” Otto said. “I bet some dumb kids just snuck in at the wrong time.”

 

“It’s fine, Cops will give us a rundown.”

The rain continued to pick up, what was once just a heavy rainstorm had now morphed into anything that either man had ever seen. It was as if water was being manually poured upon the windshield of the ambulance. Otto turned to John, watching his hand grip the steering wheel. The deep gray color of the highway with its faded white lines did not alter, mile after mile they rode. However, there was suddenly, without warning, a drastic shift in the road. Not in the way that it was painted, or the direction that the highway was going, but a thing, this thing standing there, a figure in a downpour of not just rain, but fear.

5:30 a.m.

I woke up to the sound of my phone alarm chiming. I’d fallen asleep on the floor, makeup on, yesterday’s clothes clinging to my skin and hair matted into a nest around my face. Dirty tissues were strewn about my room, but I was too tired to care. I threw off the single sheet that kept me warm through the night, and I made my way hazily downstairs to start packing the cooler. 

I packed my little sister’s favorite ice cream (strawberry) along with my brother’s (chocolate), not straying from my task until they were both nestled perfectly within the ice. I sliced apples, thin and even, and packed them neatly into a container. I slid water into the cooler, as well, in the tiny pockets of space that fit the bottles just right, before folding up towels and blankets into perfect rectangles and placing everything gently into the trunk of my car. All this was done without a sound, until the clock reached 5:50, and I woke up my little siblings and led them quietly out the door and into the car. 

We drove along silently at first. I tried to lift the mood by putting on some upbeat music: the playlist my siblings liked the most. I used to play it for them all the time the summer before I left when I would drive them to the beach. My brother sat stone-faced, not singing along. My sister sat in the back, oblivious and playing with her toy bunny. When we got to our spot, at a hidden little segment of the beach that no one really went to, it was still dark. Juliette, my little sister, ran into the sand ecstatically while my brother and I trudged along, bodies and minds weighted down by grief and fatigue. We set up our towels, wrapped ourselves in blankets. I pasted on a smile and offered my siblings some ice cream, and then we watched as the menacing void of pre-dawn sky shifted into softly glowing pastels.  

I used to do this a lot – not go to the beach, but get up this early. I’d wake up at 4:30 am and just enjoy the silence, the peace. Especially when everything around me was sad. 

By the time the sun had completely risen and I had gotten my siblings, safe and warm, back into the car, the mood had shifted just a little. It was a small moment, but it had a big impact on us all. I wanted to show them that they weren’t alone, that their sister didn’t leave them. There was still somebody taking care of them. We got home, and my sister and I made hot chocolate from scratch. I told her all of my secret ingredients, and she smiled mischievously because I gave her top-secret information that other people didn’t know – she was in on the conspiracy. I laughed at her innocence, at her childish bliss. I wanted to be more like her. 

I think that the concept of “family” is incredibly complex. Sometimes, families actually suck. I have a big family: some not blood-related, some no longer with us, some living far away, some utterly broken. Although it’s not perfect, and we’ve been through so much, I do know that I’m not alone. At the end of the day, even when it doesn’t seem like it, there’s at least one person who’s got my back. Again, families are complicated, and flawed, and hurtful at times, but they’re important. And the good memories you make with them are important, too. If any of y’all have struggled with family tragedy, I’m deeply sorry. However, I also encourage you to find beauty in it. I’m convinced that beauty can be found anywhere, even in something as seemingly small and common as taking your little siblings out one morning to watch a sunrise. Cherish the memories you have with your loved ones, and do not let them go. If you hold on to the love they give you, and the love you give to them, that feeling of home will stay with you no matter where you are.  

I remember when I was eight years old, I had been home sick from school for about a week when my mom had decided to bring me to the doctors because I wasn’t getting any better. A couple days before she brought me, I had told my dad that I wished we lived in a one story house because it was really tiring to go up the stairs. He thought I was just being lazy. The day before my mom brought me to the doctors, I told her the same thing and she thought I had walking pneumonia. We got to the doctors and he asked a lot of questions and ran a test and came back to us and told us I had Type 1 Diabetes. I remember my mom asking if it was fatal and I had no idea what that meant. The doctor said something along the lines of, “It can be if you don’t treat it right.” My mom immediately started bawling her eyes out while I sat there with a smile on my face. The dr had given us some time alone in the room and my mom had called my dad to come meet us at the doctors office. I remember she called my dad while crying and said something along the lines of, “Tom, it’s an emergency you need to get to the doctors office now.” and he came right after they got off the phone. After he arrived, the dr explained to both my parents in more detail about what was going on and he said that we needed to go to a hospital in the next state over (Alabama) and pack enough clothes for about a week. He said when we arrived there we had to go to the ER and tell them I have Type 1 Diabetes and needed immediate medical attention. He also specifically said not to tell them I had just been diagnosed. 

After what seemed like forever, I was finally called to be seen. They took me down to the room I was assigned and started an IV drip of saline. The nurses didn’t put it in right so it hurt a lot. After being in the ER for about 2-3 hours, I was transferred to the ICU. The dr at the ER said I would most likely be in the ICU for about a week but I was only there for one day because my body bounced back so quickly. They also said if I would have waited a day or two longer to go to the doctor, I would have died. The rest of the week I was in a normal hospital room and had nurses coming to check my blood sugar every hour. It was exhausting. I remember turning on the TV at one point while my dad was in the shower and Jaws came on. My mom let me watch it and by the time my dad came out of the shower, I had been watching it for about 15 minutes. He told me to turn it off because it was a “scary movie” and I told him he was crazy and it wasn’t scary at all. My mom kept screaming throughout the movie which I thought was really funny.

After a week of being in the hospital, my brother who was back home staying with a friend got sick. He had pneumonia. Because of that, the doctor discharged me early so we could go home and take care of my brother. I was healthy enough to go home but she wanted to keep us for a few more days to teach us about my diabetes. When I finally got to go back to school, I had been out for about a month. Maybe longer.

To the people who are reading this, make sure you never ignore the symptoms presenting. You may end up with a life threatening autoimmune disease.

Frogbloginning (Frog-blog-beginning) 

That’s right! It’s time for yet another frog blog! I don’t have much to say before we dive on into the info, but I do have another frog fact to share! Some people might think this is gross, though, so feel free to skip. Frogs throw up by throwing up their stomachs! Like, their entire stomachs get pushed out of their mouths, and then they use their front feet to clean their exposed stomach. Once clean, they just swallow their stomach to put it back in place. How cool is that?! (Source!)

Pumpkin Toadlet (Brachycephalus pernix)

(Source 1)  (Source 2)

Now, you might be wondering why I put a ‘toad’ on this list. Toads aren’t frogs, are they? THAT IS WHERE YOU HAVE BEEN DECIEVED. Every toad is a frog; not every frog is a toad. But, with that out of the way, its time to talk about these absolutely miniscule fellas. Pumpkin toadlets, horribly, have been described as ‘the frog bad at everything.’ Which is, uuhhh… well, I love them and they aren’t extinct, so they’re doing something right! Pumpkin toadlets are so, so tiny that their ears are underdeveloped. This means that their semicircular canals- the bony tubes in your ears that help you balance- can’t… help them balance, making them twirl, summersault, and land every which way whenever they jump. You can find videos online about them! The underdevelopment also means that they can’t hear mating calls, either. 

Purple Digging Frog / Pignose Frog  (Nasikabatrachus sahyadrensis)

(Source 1) (Source 2)

As all I do all frogs, I love this frog so much. Look at its shape! Look at its face! Its so unique, weird, and cute! I say this lovingly: it looks like a yam got turned into a frog. Truly, frogs are amazing. It took a while for the Purple Digging Frog to be discovered because it stays underground most of its life. They only arise for 2-3 weeks during the rain! The females are also much larger than the males, and they straight up carry the males to nesting grounds. The strength of frogs… 

Waxy Monkey Tree Frog (Phyllomedusa sauvagii)

 

(Source 1) (Source 2)

 Look. Look at this frog. Look at how absolutely chill this green little amphibian is. If you look up pictures of them, you’ll see they can look devoid of braincells and derpy, but they also just… look so chill. The Waxy Monkey Tree frog (A weird name, I know) spends most of its life in treetops. The heat up there, along with spending hours in the sun, would normally dry out a frog’s skin, but not for this species! Waxy Monkey Tree frogs secrete a wax-like substance that retains moisture! Now that you know where the ‘waxy’ and the ‘tree’ part of its name is from, where’s the ‘monkey’ aspect come in? Unfortunately these frogs don’t swing from treetops, but they don’t hop! They just walk, apparently like a monkey. That in itself is GREAT and WONDERFUL and nobody should tell these frogs otherwise.

Frogblogending (Frog-blog-ending) 

That’s it for this frog blog, folks! I hope you learned something new! There’s a lot more interesting frogs out there, available to be researched!

Steven Segal was action movie star who was huge in like the 90’s but he’s also done a lot off peculiar things outside of that. It’s actually one of my favorite things to tell people about. I want to preface that I learned these things from a YouTube video by channel called more butter, the video’s title is “Kennie JD and Mista GG explore the controversial life of Steven Segal.” A couple of these things are alleged and yeah, I’m going to be listing them in no particular order. 

#1. Just Lie…and I mean Lie. 

Before he was even an actor he went to Japan which is actual true. But he tells people he worked with Shah of Iran and the founder of Akido (a form of martial arts) who was likely dead before Steven even got to Japan and the CIA…it is said he allegedly tells people this to seem cool. 

#2. ALLEGEDLY married a woman to escape the draft moved back to Japan and then abandoned her and his children to move back to the US and married another woman and proceeded to have a girlfriend in Japan. 

Basically, he came back to the US and then married a woman moved back to Japan with her, they were together for ten years and had kids he abandoned them moved back to the States and got married here then after getting annulled from second wife moved back to Japan got a girlfriend there and that’s when his first wife divorced him. 

#3. ALLEDGELY had his career funded by the mob (I’m not even kidding). 

I can’t even explain this one, the mob was allegedly paying off people to give Segal a better chance to be casted in movies.

#4. ALLEDGELY placing a bounty on a guy’s head cause he was upset. 

This man is a liar…that’s it. He basically would lie about his life to make it seem cooler than it was this included taking stories from other people and making them his own. So, he lied and said he was a Navy Seal, then one day he ended up on open water with some of them and freaked out. Then, one of the Navy Seals were making fun of him for it and essentially said he was useless on a boat, and this made Segal so upset that he tried to put a hit out on the guy for 50K.

#5. Allegedly actually beating up Stunt guys. 

When you’re an actor and have fight scenes they have professionals who perform the stunts. And when you do fight scenes, they have coordinators who set everything up and prevent people from getting hurt. Essentially, you’re not actually supposed to fight people, but Segal would actually just wail on stunt guys.

#6. Get Banned from Saturday night live.

He wasn’t willing to take up other sketch ideas and his own ideas were very disturbing.  I actually am uncomfortable even naming them they’re so odd.

#7. Accused of Sexual Misconduct (quoted by the Washington post as “too many instances to count”) 

#8. Become a Buddhist Lama (tulku) 

Man… I don’t even know… people claim that he bribed the elders to get the title. This isn’t even alleged this is just true. 

#9. Told people that he had secretly been a cop for twenty years in Louisianna (while he was a movie star). 

THEY GAVE HIM A REALITY SHOW BECAUSE OF THIS CLAIM. Me personally I don’t believe a word.

#10. He drove A TANK into someone’s home while being an illegally hired a cop in Arizona. 

He was trying to break up an illegal cock-fighting ring, funnily enough he killed most of the chickens in the process. “Allegedly” but there’s literally pictures. It is also said he killed a puppy by doing this as well. 

#11. Be friends with Vladimeer Putin and a literal dictator.

Bro I don’t know…