Feedback.  How should you use it?

This is a cover I created for Diamond Joe.  The island  I took while on holiday, the ladies I drew as well as parts of the horses.   Diamond Joe should be a movie.  Too bad Hallmark does not do same-sex movies.

AHHHH!  I don’t want to market my books, I just want to write the damned things!

Sound familiar?

I am a natural-born storyteller.

As a kid, I was the one with the flashlight making up stories about the zombie bunny that would be all cuddly and cute when you were hugging it.  As soon as your eyes closed, the fangs came out!  The claws turned in to razor-sharp daggers that it would use to rip your throat out!

Can you imagine how many kids tossed their velveteen rabbit books in the trash after that little story?

Whoever heard of evil bunny rabbits? Gives all new meaning to biting the ears off that chocolate Easter bunny now, doesn’t it?  Die you SOB…you’re not ripping my throat out!

I always wondered why nobody wanted to sleepover at my house… Was it my breath?  Is it possible that my invitations to parties were not lost in the mail?  BOOO!

Stories are part of who we are.  If it were not for them, we would have no bible, no Jesus, no Zeus or Pele’.  We would have no folklore at all.  The magical kingdoms of the Scots, we would never know about.

While history is written by the victors, the stories that entertain, are written by writers.  That is right, baby, who is your mama!

Before the written word, they would lie around at night and look up at the skies and wonder what all those dots of light were.  From constellations resembling things they might recognize, much like clouds today, they made up stories.  Those passed down through the ages have most certainly changed much like the ‘telephone game, ‘but never the less, we have them.

This week I got one of my novels back from a beta reader who had some interesting comments.

Tonight I want to talk about feedback and how to use it.

Let’s deal with rejection first.

It is going to happen.  Those excellent agents must have material that they don’t have to sell.  It has to be so good that it pops off the page without even reading it.  There must be linguistic magic that enchants the person who even thinks about opening the e-mail.

“This is not the kind of thing we handle, or your book is not right for us.”

“Son of a bitch!  Let me take the old Underwood out and shoot the damned thing, and go back to waiting tables!  At least there I get a pinched ass for a few dollars, and hey…I get some attention.”

Ok, that might be a little on the extreme side.  I haven’t waited tables, while since I was a kid. I do have an old Underwood that actually works, but of course, I don’t use it either.

Rejections are a starting point. Here is how to handle them if traditional publishing is your path.

Send out your baby, gird your loins, and while you are waiting for the offer letters to come in like the proverbial tsunami, start another book.

Absolutely, positively, do not rest on your laurels!  Are you listening? Tell me, you heard that!

You spend your time writing your book, and you send it out after you have languished over every god damned word in the thing. Send it out and move on!  Do you realize that the average book is over 70k words and writers suffer over every one of them?  Is this the right word?  We agonize, trust me on this one grasshopper!

When you get the boilerplate letter weeks to months later, file it away, and send it out again.  Someone out there is looking for what you wrote and just possibly with weed so much more prevalent, you might catch them in a stoned moment, and they might laugh at your hook or characters and in a weak moment, they send you an e-mail with all kinds of miss spelled words telling you that you rock and please submit the entire manuscript!  Hey, it could happen!

On the flip side, you find the agent who is genuinely seeking what you wrote and is ready to do what it takes to sign you.

Happy days!  It could happen.

Tonight I just uploaded a new version of Diamond Joe.  After applying many things that I have learned over the years, I have made this lesbian love affair, an affair to remember.

That sounds tawdry, and it is not.

The beta reader told me that she loved the story and was amazed that my characters each had their own voice.  ‘Hello, they should have their own voices.”

This is a romance with romantic subplots, family issues, and oh yes, a racehorse!

What is not to love about a rags to riches story, where a young lady discovers who she is and better yet, captures the heart of a young rich widow, who has no idea that she would love another woman?

I walk you through the entire thought process, and I take you down the dark road of, ‘what if she is after my money?”

Oh yes, there are gold diggers out there, gay or straight or is it gay and straight?

This is a heart wrenching, feel-good story that they should make a movie out of but, Hallmark has yet to make a movie with same-sex couples.  Why is that?  This book would be such a killer hot movie.  Maybe Netflix should pick it up.

I am trying to figure out who would play whom…

Back to the feedback.  What you want from them is what they liked and what did not work for them.  That is all you want, as that is all you need.  If they start to tell you, it would have worked better if…Stop them!  You don’t want to know the ‘if’ part.  The reasons are simple.  If they render an opinion and you should be foolish enough to take it, guess what, it is now their story, not yours.

So ladies and gentlemen, if you read my novels and you should be so kind as to offer me feedback, just tell me what worked and did not work for you.  Allow me to figure out why.  I am the writer and in my little office, I am a god!

That sounds crazy but think about it.  I create worlds, people, places, and situations. I even create evil little rabbits.  That is what a writer does, and if you don’t respect any writer that you know, you might find yourself in one of their stories, tied to the bed, surrounded by hundreds of chocolate Easter rabbits, without their ears.  Since they cannot hear you, they will never know if you are loving, or hating your throat being eaten out.  It is just payback after all.

Write! Write! Write!

When I get a rejection letter, which I do on occasion, it just drives me to improve my craft.  Since they hardly ever tell you anything other than, ‘we don’t sell this shit’ (paraphrased,) you send it out again while learning your craft even better.  That is what drives me.  Yes, I would love to know what exactly they didn’t like about it but, it is probably their twelve-year-old child going through the slush pile while playing some game on their phone.

  • Put some magic in your hook!
  • Cast a spell on the reader.

Write something so overpowering that even the twelve-year-old will stop looking at the phone long enough to say ‘WOW!”

I have said it many times in different ways, you cannot be a one-trick pony.  Write your story, nobody is perfect and your story will not be perfect.  Send the thing out and start writing about evil little bunnies, or not.

If you are like me, you are on fire at the keyboard.  You can go hours without eating, or even thinking about food, as your characters are running through caves or jumping off cliffs, you cannot leave them!  Continue on, and don’t let the bastards or twelve-year-olds get you down.

Agents are always looking, even though they might profess to be too busy.  If they are good, they are looking.  You might try sending your queries to agents in states where pot is legal…I kid…nobody gives a damned if it is legal or not!

I am probably one of the few who has never tried it.  I don’t smoke, but I hear some gummies are to die for…Bwhaaa!  Are they rabbit gummies?

Much love peeps.  -TW

Writers Block

I wish I had a nickel for every person who has spoken with me about writer’s block.

I don’t believe it makes a difference if you are a plotter or a panster; at some time in your life, you will experience writer’s block.

How do you deal with the infamous blank page?

I find it useful to examine why I am drawing a blank, or my characters have stopped talking.  Many times it is that part of the novel that we all dread, the middle slump.  Since we all know we want to avoid that, just possibly, we put undue stress on ourselves and cause our stream of conscious to become, derailed.

Keep in mind that it is your SFD or $hitty first draft.  Only you will see it, read it, and know that your characters decided to go on strike.

Some causes for the strike can be that you don’t want to deal with this part of the story.  Maybe it is too close to you.  There are many land mines with writing, and I find it refreshing and often times cathartic when I work my way through a story.

If the words are not coming, turn off your ‘IBM Selectric’ and go do something else.  As an artist, I find if I am busy with some graphic, or a painting, my characters will want to see what I am doing and come out and play.

Now, why do you suppose that might be?

When we are between awake and asleep, in the shower and yes, doing something with our hands like coloring or painting, your brain produces something called Theta waves.  A different part of your brain is active and guess where the characters hideout?  Yes, you have knocked on the door, rang the bell and now you have huffed and puffed the proverbial threat, all while trying to color between the lines.

One thing that I find that assist me is I will put the project up, and work on something else, such as this blog.  Hours, days, weeks, and even months later, I will start at the beginning of the project and reread it.  There you will find the epiphany.  The Ah-Ha moment will become apparent and you will see where your GPS took you on a wrong turn.  You might have to scrap a few paragraphs or chapters, but that is how my process works.  In ten years, I have written well over thirty novels, so I must know something.

The literary process, to me, is the gold standard of how I wish to live.  How can I tell the best there while remaining true to who and what I am?  Truth over lies, love over hate and yes, and a dirty mind is necessary at times to keep it real.

We are the perfect juxtaposition of Jekyll, and Hyde, only most of us ‘hide’ that dark side while putting on our happy face.  In my books, I rip the Band-Aids off.  One of my critics told me that she did not like the F word.  Umm, don’t read it.  If my characters use that vernacular guess what, the F word is there.

Honesty, truth, and kindness will take you far in life.  Knowing who you are will assist you through those bleak times when the blank page is striking fear into your heart.

“Write the shitty first draft and own it!”

 

Much Love -TW

 

Know the Rules, and Break Them!

Make it your story.

As writers, we are ever cognizant of the rules.

From show don’t tell to use simple sentences, we have all heard them.  There are even books on the subject.  “Shocking!”

One of my readers contacted me to tell me that ‘big’ words threw him out of the story.  My first response was, ‘only in my head, of course, was’  “bless your heart.”

That begs the question, do we dumb our writing down to appeal to the masses?  Is the reading public getting dumber?

Personally, I would rather lift people up than encourage them to read at a fifth grade level as adults.  It used to be that we would write for a seventh-grade level which is still insane but, to lower our standards to a fifth-grade level, one has to wonder.  Why are companies hiring from other countries instead of America?  Could it be that we are saying it is ok to stagnate at a fifth grade level of reading?

Here is another rule. ‘Simple sentences work best.’ Pro Writing aid will tell you many things, including identifying such sentences.  To me, this rule also has to do with the pacing of your story.  We want people to turn the page, not struggle over complex sentences.  Does that hold true for words like perpetuity?

Should we not endeavor to leave people a little more educated than when they found us?  Kindle makes it so damned easy to look up a word.  Personally, I rejoice when I read a word that I have not heard.  Possibly that is a quirk but I will own it.

As a child, I kept a dictionary close and looked up every word that I did not know.  I used a word in my second-grade class that the teacher called me on.  I mentioned that my sibling was obstinate.  She peered down over her long nose through her poorly fitted readers and pointed her crooked finger straight at me. “Do you even know what that word means?” She crowed.

“Stubborn, pig-headed, inflexible.”

This person was not impressed.  This individual should have retired years ago but ‘loved’ kids. PFFT!

I was ‘that’ child in school.  The precocious child who used words better suited for late teens, possibly college kids.  When you read, you tend to have a respectable vocabulary.

I wrote in a previous blog about how you get a glimpse into the heads of the author by reading what they wrote.  This is especially true for children and ‘stories.’

An astute teacher can glean much from those short stories, including trouble at home.

I learned the rules.  I know them, so now I break them with impunity.

Thunder over the water sounded like two pirate ships in a heated battle; before one of them would meet Davy Jones.  The crusty old captain was not going down without a fight.  His younger rival had studied him, and knew what his moves might be.  This was the first time a woman would lead men into battle, and she was untested.

Her red hair blew about her, as the acrid odor of gun powder filled their noses. The splinter of wood sounded like the thunder itself, as the mainsail was the first casualty of the battle.

Susan saw the story in her head as she sat on the screened-in porch watching lighting dance in the clouds well in the distance.

Her mother was due home at any moment.  She could see down the mountain road and there were no lights from any cars.  In fact, there had been no traffic for what seemed hours.

A chill caught her attention as the winds from the impending storm blew through the screen, with a whistling sound that reminded her of the sounds coming through the open canopy of her father’s aircraft.

Never start a story with the weather… Hmmm, I think that start gets your attention.  This open or prologue took less than three minutes to concoct.

  • Who is Susan?
  • Where is her mother?
  • How old is she?
  • What about her father?
  • He is/was a pilot. Where does the story take place?

While allowing the reader to do some of the work, we the writer have this picture in our mind.  We know it is a cabin perhaps, in the woods may be up a mountain next to a lake left over from the glacial days.  We know that Susan has an imagination and pirates play into it.

I like strong women and red-haired women at that.  Wonder why?

Know the rules and then write the damned story.  Make it your story.

Comments?  I love to hear from you as always.

Much Love -TW

 

Rejection Letters and Negative Reviews

“How do you do it, TW?  Rejection letters suck!”

I didn’t know how to respond to that comment at a recent gathering of writers.  I have asked the very same question in my life, and now years later, I think I have a handle on it.

When I first wrote The Saga of the Starduster, it outperformed and still does exceed my other novels in sales.  That includes the naughty stories, which is somewhat surprising.

My first bit of advice to young writers is this.  ‘Don’t be a one-trick pony.’

It is no secret that I have a day job.  I cannot afford to hire editors, book cover designers, marketing experts and to pay some firm for reviews.  In fact, I use the free ISBN numbers just because I refuse to pay some firm to sell me ten numbers like I won’t pay to register some star in someone’s name.

Rule one is, always have another project going.  Have another story that is a W.I.P.   If you have raised children, you know that we raise them to be independent.  We raise them to make their way into the world much like the sea turtle lays its eggs in the sand, and heads back into the water to start the process all over again.

Your book, your project much like those eggs must hatch and take flight.

Someone purchased The Saga of the Starduster and gave it one star.  They did their best to smear the novel, having it sound like a cure for insomnia.  I read it, realized by the comments that they never read it, and went back to my WIP.

Monitoring the sales, their review did not hinder sales of that novel; in fact, they might have improved slightly.  Since then, others have reviewed the book and I am not disappointed with their comments.

As writers, we have no idea who these people are, and if they write under a pseudonym like this one reviewer did, I give it little credence. I think most readers are smart enough to realize that small fact.

Rejection Hurts.

As we spend chunks of our lives, creating the literary works of art, we believe that our creation is the best thing ever written.  That is how we are preyed upon by those who offer services like editing, book cover creation and so on.  ‘I just need a good cover or professional editing and I will be the next…fill in the blank.’

Because we cannot be objective ‘for the most part,’ we are an easy target for those who might be like us.’  They might have tried several times to get something published, and they might know more than you.  Because they cannot sell their stuff, they try to sell their services to assist you.

At this point in the game, you have options.

  • Pay for assistance.
  • Query agents and cross your fingers
  • Learn all you can about each step of the process and do it yourself.

If you follow me, you know that I have opted for the latter, and sometimes the second in the process as I have no idea who is who, in the world of paying for assistance.

Involve yourself in the industry, and you will soon learn the ropes to skip and the ones to jump. I think honesty with yourself is probably the ticket to not being screwed over by the predators out there.

I happen to like what I write and will often pick up one of my previous novels and re-read it and yes, add to it, or take away from it as I deem necessary.  Currently, I am re-writing the Nudists of Shangri-La series and I have learned much since then and I can make it so much better.

The first in the series has already gained twenty thousand words and magic.  While the original text was more cut and dried, and to the point where Judy deals with her demons, now we are giving the demons a voice.

I like where it is going, and I am confident if you liked it the first time, you would love it this time.

My point to this blog is don’t give up.  If your passion is to write, write.  Don’t allow some jerk who writes reviews under a pseudonym to ruin your day or, worse yet, stifle your desire to write.

Many of you who follow me on this blog have your own blogs, and yes, I read many of them.  Some of you have such a gift for writing; you should be writing novels if you are not already.  Have a goal in mind and lay out the path to get there.

Much like planning a car trip, you have the goal, the destination in mind; now, how do you get there?  What does your GPS tell you?

 

Are Zombies Real?

 

This might sound like a funny topic coming from an author, but sometimes we wonder if brain-eating monsters might walk alongside us.

Of course, my brain-eating zombies are metaphorical in that they really are not the undead or some other form of sub-human life form.  What I am referring to are people who are asleep.

In our world, we have a small percentage who are enlightened enough to be truly good or truly evil.  Yes, some people do good or bad but they are not good or evil unless they are aware that they are indeed purposefully doing good or evil things.

You can always tell that someone is asleep when they cannot articulate why they like something or don’t like something.  “Why do you hate Trump?”

“Just because!” Is not an answer.

Hate is one of the strongest emotions that we have as humans, and that is why the media, politicians, and other powerful ‘elite’s’ use it, or employ it, to manipulate the masses.  Trump Derangement Syndrome is a form of hate that is exacerbated by those who wish to divide the country.

The formula is simple.  What is wrong and who is to blame for it.

Whether the facts bear out the truth or not, few like so many false postings on social media will check it out.  This is what is wrong, and Trump is responsible for it, so says CNN.

The Iranians shot down a commercial jetliner killing all aboard. There are those in the media writing stories that Trump is responsible for the shootdown.  The topic is propaganda.  Stalin knew that the printed word was the sharpest weapon in his arsenal. That fact has never been lost by the purveyors of lies.  Hate is indeed one of the most natural emotions to weaponize and it happens every day.

The zombies that walk among us are those who will quickly re-post a scandalous article with the word ‘wow!’ as their only comment.  If you are already predisposed to dislike a person, it is easy to believe the ugly lies put forth by those that manipulate you.

In recent news, over 200 people have been arrested down under for either arson or some infraction of the laws regarding the fire.  Our MSM does not speak of this but instead talks about climate change and this could happen here if we don’t stop breathing and farting now.

As countries go, the US is one of the cleanest, lowest carbon-emitting countries around but yet, the Greta Thornburg’s of the world take us to task rather than the ‘China’s’ of the world.  Why?

Our media will give her the attention, air time, and coverage she seeks as long as she scowls at Trump.  Pfft!

It is not about the climate. It is about sending businesses and so forth to these other countries who would not listen to young ladies who scowl at their leaders.  The sad facts are that it is almost always about money.

So, are zombies real?

If you think socialism is a good thing, then yes, zombies are real, and you might be one of them.

Since the climate is also changing on Mars, I tend to think that just possibly, our ‘change’ might have something to do with the Sun and the fact that the sun is at low sunspot activity currently.  That means much like turning the burner on your stove on high vs. medium things will warm a little faster and perhaps get a little warmer than when vast amounts of the sun are not putting out heat due to solar storms.

If I can convince you through whatever means that the world is going to end in twelve years, if you don’t do something radical, you will be ok with spending your national treasure on pet projects, which make the rich richer, the poor poorer and the middle-class pay for everything.

No, I think I will need more than the talking points from a 29-year-old bartender who has less schooling and education than Greta Thornburg.

Yes, zombies in the form of unthinking people abound.  Some of them vote which is why it is essential that A: you who are not zombies vote and B: convince the zombies that this year we will do our best not to exclude the brain-eating undead to vote by keeping the polls open past midnight.

Somewhere there is a novel in this mess.

I hope that 2020 is treating you right thus far.  Taxes will be due before you know it so, don’t wait till the last minute to get your paperwork in order.  Much Love -TW

Breaking News!

Iran just admitted that is accidentally shot down a commercial airliner.  That would be Russian weaponry used on civilians.  Still, think Iran should have nukes?

 

Honesty: So, you want to be a writer.

 

Hello, and welcome to my first post of 2020.  As I take time away from re-writing my novel Nudists of Shangri-La, I wanted to keep you my audience, followers, and friends updated on, what I am up to and why.

The reasons I am re-writing many of my novels are many.

  • My craft of writing has improved.
  • The story has evolved.
  • There is more that I want to say.
  • Some of these books are performing in a lackluster way.
  • I wanted to be more honest, more insightful with the characters.

Writers deal in lies.  If you think about it, we tell stories about people, places and things that never existed or, did not happen. There never was a wooden boy that had a nose that grew when he prevaricated.  We, as readers, can still anthropomorphize this and believe that it happened.  Indeed the wooden child is part of our culture. “Your nose is growing.”

The dirty little secret about writing and lies is there is an undercurrent of honesty in what we write. For instance, in many of my novels, there are parts of me on display that no camera could ever find.

I talk about the difference between being nude and naked in many of my novels.  For you who don’t know, if I were posing for a bunch of art students and I was to be undressed, I would be nude.  If right before that were to happen, I was in the bathroom getting ready to make an appearance, and someone came in unannounced, I would be naked.

Now some of you might just say that is semantics, but it is not; it is a state of mind.  In my novels, there are parts of me that are nude. They are on display, and I have chosen to put them out there for the world.  There might also be some parts that are naked that I did not intend to put out and did by accident.

Judy, in this novel, works her way through the process of being nude not only with her body but in discovering who and what she is, she must be naked and then find out what and who her demon is.

I have added an element of magic in these novels, and some mystical things to bring more audiences into the story other than just those who seek titillation. Judy is much deeper than being submissive for some Dom.  I am much more deep-rooted than providing a story for those who might want to read with one hand.

Sorry if that is too graphic.  When writing, we need to consider who the audience is. We can only do that when we are totally honest with who we are.  The problem or a consequence of that is this, we expose parts of ourselves to the world.  People might or will judge us.

As a writer, I hear many say, ‘I don’t want others reading what I write.’  Consider that statement carefully as it is relevant to the conversation.  When you write and you share, it is much like walking down the hallway in your school naked.  Yes, we all had that nightmare and I am sure some phycologist somewhere could piece that together with insecurity that you have.  You don’t want people to know who you really are.

This is who I am.  In my stories, I talk about finding a balance between your ‘bedroom’ life and your public life.  Your naked or nude life in your bathroom, vs. your clothed life in the world.

The life you portray on Sunday at church vs. Friday nights at the club.  Balance is critical and denying who you are or what you are is what makes us scared that we might be found out.

Follow me here if you have not already, as I will dive into this more as the week’s progress.  The nudist’s series will be a trilogy before it is over and it will be much more than a one-handed read.  We will be honest with you and ourselves about this subject and why so many write about and talk about nudism.

Being a writer is probably more revealing of who we are in that we go beyond being nude.

I hope your year has started off well, and I look forward to spending 2020 with you!

 

Much Love -TW

Goliath Must Die!

The impeachment is a distraction, but from what? Read on!

Not that many years ago, when asked about government, many could not tell you what the three branches of government were, much less what they were for.

When asked what they thought of Sarah Palin as Obama’s running mate, more than most were ‘cool with it.’  In fact, very few actually corrected the interviewer, regarding who was who.  These were mostly college students in the ‘woke’ community. These are the same geniuses who think Socialism is a good thing.

When the 2016 election was ‘in the bag’ for Hillary, the cocky shoo-in for the office did not even go to critical swing states as her election was ‘in the bag.’

Late in the evening or early the next morning, the ‘shoo-in’ did not have the decency to go speak to her loyal followers, sending Podesta instead to not concede, but to lie to them, telling them it was too close to call.  Hillary had already in fact, acknowledged the loss before Podesta left to speak with them.  Bill probably did not have a good night, as he was not going to get more interns.

Clandestine elites, worthy of one of my novels were busy in the dark of night trying to cover their tracks as their protector, who they had gone to bat for, was no longer able to protect their subversive behavior.  Indeed the actions of some in high power offices were now in danger of exposure as the real house of cards, built by power brokers in DC, and elsewhere, were in danger of the Class five hurricane now headed for 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.

The battle lines were quickly drawn, and artillery pieces were set with strategic pinpoint accuracy.  The lines of defense were deeply ensconced in all of the branches of government.

Those with the most to lose used their pawns as their first line of defense.  The pawns are the propagandist.  Smear, lie, distract, and take the offensive, even though they should have been lawyering up. Even today, they are doubling down spreading more lies, attempting to control the narrative which is falling apart.

One lone bastion for the American People stood firm, waving the flag, much like Crocket at the Alamo.

That bastion came under attack from all sides.  Assaulting their supply lines, causing internal strife from within, the defender transformed and came back stronger than ever.  New generals became the face of reason and sanity.

While the pawns continued to gin up their base, those that have more than just a few neurons firing could see through the subterfuge.  Goliath, the swamp god, was now on notice that the smelly Walmart people, the irredeemable deplorable middle class, who is the group which funds the elite, who were thought to be too stupid to vote; have awakened.

The middle class is, in fact, tired of being tread on, and Trump became their David.

Democrats, even to this day, are too isolated in their own ivory towers, along with the likes of the Hollywood elite who only need the middle class to adore them and admire their ability to emote on screen, are getting a wakeup call.  It is not the ‘woke’ that they would like.

Around the globe, the Walmart shoppers of the world are once again rising up, demanding that the elites of the world take notice!  From Brexit to the heartland, we the people have a voice!

Goliath must die!

Those responsible for the strife and division perpetrated on the ‘deplorable’ everywhere, must be held to account.  While many who know too much seem to hang themselves or commit other forms of suicide, it is time to hold the demigods’ feet to the proverbial fire.

Civil wars have been fought over less than what we have witnessed in the last few years.

Those in their ivory towers, casting stones or ‘crumbs of cake’ to the deplorable, should take notice.

Twitter and other tech giants might be the vestibule for scud missiles, but even the most asleep drone among us, cannot dismiss the fact that our economy is the best it has been in decades.  Unemployment is the lowest it has been in over 50 years, and not only are the deplorable better off but, even the sheep who follow and pay homage to the god of the swamp, Goliath, is doing much better under this president than ever before.

Those elite, who are in fact, parasites on the backs of the deplorable, are the people in jeopardy of losing their ability to control the sheeple.

The ‘woke’ are not those who preach the PC culture but instead are those who now know what the three branches of government are, what they do, and soon will understand why the swamp must be drained, and the Goliaths must be held to account.  Our President cannot, or will not, be bought! That is why ‘Impeach Barney Fife’ was the mantra of those parasites who saw him as the clear and present danger that he is, to the swamp!

When you look at the cities under the control of the swamp monsters, you can easily see why they are indeed part of the swamp.  Their cities are in decay and under siege by criminal elements, not unlike the swamp monsters, like many dogs they are ok sleeping with fleas. The swamp monsters feel comfortable around those that cannot spell ‘law.’

This recent impeachment is a political stunt to distract the sheep from a bill passed that has 1.4 trillion tax dollars going to fund crazy things like the war in Afghanistan. Politicians get into office by granting political favors, and some of those are funding wars in ‘shit-hole’ countries, so big business can sell both side’s weapons, and other goods and services.

What they should have been debating is what was in that spending bill.  Instead, they are doing their best to drag ‘David’ through the mud, in hopes that some of it will stick, while repaying their radical base and donors with what they desire most.

This distraction is just that, a slight of the magician’s hand to show you the public the bright and shiny object, so you don’t notice the magician pulling out a fifth ace from his sleeve.  The impeachment is, in fact, a complete farce and the Democrats know it. The political stunt will backfire, but not before 1.4 trillion of your tax dollars go to the Gods of the Swamp monsters!

It should come as no surprise to anyone anywhere that the irredeemable-deplorable who shop at Walmart, are the losers no matter how this plays out.  The Goliath, our David who Goliath is targeting, has its own gods.  The swamp creatures are puppets on strings for the real, great and Powerful OZ’s.

The chess masters using their pawns will now spin more Pravda worthy fecal matter at the proverbial wall to see what they can make stick in the minds and hearts of those who still think Socialism is a good thing.

Stalin said that the printed word is the sharpest weapon in his arsenal, and the pawns, purveyors of yellow journalism, and all other matters worthy of the putrid swamp will continue to regurgitate their fetid vomit on the 24-hour news cycle; further dividing a country under siege.   It is time for the sheep, much like the French Sheep who have developed a backbone of late, to wake the hell up!

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