Are we Headed this way again? Part II

It seems someone needs to learn some history.

When we speak of the Holocaust, the number 6 million is tossed around.  Those that even think about it want to dismiss it as quickly as they read the word Holocaust.  It is unpleasant.

It is more than unpleasant. Indeed it is deplorable that humans were treated in such a callous manner.  Blamed for something that was not of their doing, dehumanized by the minister of propaganda and several media outlets, they were the victims.  The Brown Shirts crawled out of the cracks from where scum usually lives and became the muscle of the Nazi party.

Good Arian boys and girls waved flags with the swastika to show their support of their  ‘dear leader’ while turning a blind eye to the atrocities unfolding in their midst.

There are many facts that even they didn’t realize or know.

Those trains carrying victims came from far and wide, much like a dragnet of sorts.  The actual number of victims is far closer to 17 million.  Let that number sink in… 17,000,000 and Change.

I am curious why we don’t hear the Jews looking for reparations.

History is rife with wickedness, and much of it is based on racism, or is it?

Nobody in their right mind would stand there today and argue that the slave trade before the civil war was a good thing.  Nobody certainly would stand on a soapbox and justify it or do anything to try and repeat it, would they?

The number of enslaved people from Africa is all over the map.  If you go with published data points, 12.5 million Africans were brought to the US from the 1500s to the 1800s.

Missionaries might have opened the door, using God as a cudgel to control the natives; it was not white people running around Africa rounding up slaves for deportation.

It was white people or people of lighter skin than those that they oppressed who brokered the transactions; however, they did not physically round-up anyone.

When the Spaniards purchased them, they were treated as livestock. That livestock was sold to them by Africans.  From buttons to baubles, the slaves sold to them were prisoners of war.  Those people would have been a food source to those who sold them.  Yes, they were cannibals.

They were conquered tribes, slaves, prisoners, females for sexual gratification, and yes, dinner.  If the truth offends you, stop reading this and go live in your delusions. 

Like the missionaries used God as a club, we don’t want to blame them because they were doing God’s work.  Really? 

Slavery existed long before bible-thumping opportunists went looking for ways to make money from dealing in human trafficking. While some missionaries genuinely believed in what they were doing, any thinking person should realize that using your salvation as a bargaining chip is evil.

This blog post is not about race relations.  I believe that thinking people realize that skin color does not make a difference in who you are.  Those who rely on skin color as a crutch own that problem, and it is up to them to see the light or continue to live in their delusional misery. After having a president of color, the proof is there for anyone who will open their fucking eyes.

Americans are not systemically racists. Those who claim we are have an ulterior motive, and it is evil.

In 2008 when Obama ran against McCain, I knew it was a farse.  McCain no matter what you think of him, was a Democrat.  Picking his running mate, they never put up a serious threat to Obama’s race. Nobody running a serious campaign would have picked her, as a running mate.

Republicans were duped time and time again by this man.

Hope and Change sold well in the media. As a PR person, that is a campaign I would have devised if I were working on it.

Still, people of all races voted for Obama, and the media was his cheerleader.  From the thrill up a leg to the fawning, obsequious talking heads of the media, owned and controlled by big corporations, the fix was in.  Manipulating the masses with emotionally charged issues, white people became the villains.

They did not count on those talking heads who were caught in too many lies. People of color, their base, began to question the democratic plantation.  They needed to find a new breed of voters who knew less history, but who?

Why not import a whole new population of voters, and oh yes, slaves to live on the democratic plantation?

Hillary had all the name recognition and branding she needed to have an easy win.  Unable to keep up with her opponent, she only hit the states with the highest number of delegates. She was quoted as saying that she runs as a Democrat because Democrats are stupid and easy to control.  She was and is her own worst enemy, and still, she blames everyone but herself.

She underestimated Trump.  She also underestimated people of color.

While the media attacked him mercilessly, nothing stuck; they attacked him, Melania, and his children. They made fun of her accent, playing to those who are racist.  When that backfired, one of his opponents sent nude pictures of her to all of his constituents in Utah, knowing full well the Mormons would never have anything to do with anyone who was immoral.  Little did they realize the evil person was the politician using every dirty trick in the book.

Trump and JFK have much in common; I will explain that link in a future blog.

With people of color leaving the plantation and women not dissuaded by the attacks on his character, the country ended up with someone who believed in America First.

Countries far and wide only think they have the power over the politicians; they don’t. As many who read this blog can attest to, repressive regimes are everywhere.  While this country is the last bastion of freedom, we are falling to the whims of large corporations and the elite.

That is the root cause of racism. It has little to do with color.  That is a lie told to the ignorant who believe everything they hear or read from the media.

Yes, some see a person of a different color and fain disdain for them, but it is not a color thing in truth.  It is much more rudimentary than that.  This issue goes back to the Holocaust.  

There is this mantra that most of us grow up with, study hard, work hard, and you will go far.  There are too many that never see that example.

The Jewish people have a work ethic and are disciplined.  Many folks of all colors work hard and see that someone like Obama can live in the White House and do what it takes to go far.  Some do not and instead depend upon the ‘governments’ to take care of them. Others, unfortunately, look for illegal or immoral ways to fund a lifestyle.

It isn’t just the drug dealers living on the edge; it is people in power that have become so corrupt that the laws don’t apply to them.  They use racism as a deflection technique to distract those of us who look behind the curtain. 

Those that depend upon free phones, free health care, free food, and free places to live typically are happy to stay on the plantation. They are told where their bread is buttered, and they vote accordingly. 

Those of us who keep our noses to the grindstone are the providers of their funds.  There are no free lunches; someone pays for them.

Today we have an unprecedented surge at the border from countries that have been so corrupt they can no longer afford to provide free stuff.  Those in charge will give to those who come here. However, they have a hand in your pocket to pay for it.

Much like the nomads of early history, they are going where there is still milk and honey.

These tens of thousands will accompany the over 20 million illegal, undocumented, pick your adjective people that cross our borders. I would not be shocked to learn that their governments are assisting in the migration as American dollars flow home from those who secure work or free stuff.

While the good people who profess their disgust of the word ‘illegal’ will welcome them in, it is not those people who will suffer from the overpopulation of migrants. 

They are the haves, that live in their gated communities, drive their nice cars, and send one of the maids out to the store to purchase what they desire. 

To show you just how out of touch they are, when Mrs. Pelosi stood next to her two, SubZero, 25 thousand dollar freezers, in her mansion, showing the media $16 a pint designer ice cream, many on the media took note.  How many of you realize that a SubZero brand freezer is $25K?  She has two.  How many of you buy designer ice cream at $16 a pint?

Now, how many of you have a side-by-side fridge freezer that came from Sears?   You know the one you had to finance at 24% interest over a year…   Maybe you didn’t have a Sears card and had to get it from Rent a center…  They are clueless about how we live.

It’s worse; she and her ilk are paid by you.  On top of that, they are working hard to keep wages low.

It was never about race; it is all about the have’s and the have nots.  Those who live in the gated communities, show up on the silver screen, or live in the country’s wealthiest county (DC), are totally out of touch.  They don’t know what it is like to triple lock your door at night or duck every time you hear a gunshot.

Those of us who do not live in a gated community, hear sirens on an hourly basis, or have the occasional gunshot wake us at night would not know how to react if we were to trade places with them.  

What would it be like to have armed guards around your house at night?

I am reminded of Montgomery Burns on the Simpsons, “release the hounds.”

Some of these migrants will be the ones with guns, the disrespect for human life and the law, and become part of our communities.

It was never about race; it has always been about the have’s and the have nots.

Archeological digs have found skeletons of early man who had his head crushed by their neighbor for what he or she had.  In many of these cases, the head was crushed because they ate the brains of those they killed.

Oh, and they used sticks and stones.

As these migrants filter into the country and end up in communities, jobs will be more challenging to come by for those who already live there.  Crime will undoubtedly increase, and the murder rate will increase too. 

Pay scales will decrease as there is more cheap labor…Slaves.

If they are kept in limbo, as they have kept the current 20 million people, more American dollars will be funneled out of the country to those very countries they have escaped.  Further, as long as they are ‘undocumented,’ they will live in the shadows. They are modern-day slaves. This administration knows it, wants the cheap labor, and, of course, their vote.

‘How much does a vote cost these days?  Asking for a friend.’

I am not saying the migrants are bad people.  They are leaving a country with limited funds to become slaves. The migration has been going on for decades. The politicians know it and facilitate it.   Follow the money.  When a public servant becomes a millionaire, they are probably crooked.  Why else would someone spend $19 million of their own money for a job that pays $154K a year?  Did we stop teaching critical thinking altogether, or is something in the water?

Today we have a high rate of catalytic converter thieves.  This theft is happening all over the country.  Some companies will readily buy them knowing they are stolen, providing the demand.  If the thief is not careful, it can cost up to four thousand dollars to get it fixed.

Those kinds of thefts are what I think will be the beginning of more significant problems. There are some complete morons who want to defund the police or take guns away from law-abiding citizens.

One such moron is a lawmaker in Texas who wants to make it more difficult for the law-abiding citizen to use deadly force to defend herself.

Biden once told the ladies if you are going to get raped, pee yourself, and then the rapist will not want to rape you.  This is coming from a guy that sniffs the hair of little girls.  Another lawmaker from a few years ago told women if they are going to get raped, lie down and enjoy it. 

What the fuck is wrong with these people?

Me, aim and pull the trigger until it stops making that loud banging noise.  When it just makes that clicking sound, you can stop.  Who knows, the asshole might be into golden showers.   Judged by twelve, rather than carried by six, is my motto.

Save the hate comments, don’t need them.

Before you vote, think carefully about who and why you are voting that way.  The media is not your friend.  If your emotions are tweaked, you are being manipulated.

Much Love -TW

Is this where we are headed, again?

When we fail to learn from history we repeat it.

The following is a story modeled after true events in our history. It is about racism and is worth your read, and you sharing it.

Comments are welcome.

History is rife with example after example of what happens when you devalue a race of people.  Blaming ‘white people’ is a cruel joke on society, and the mark of a racist worthy of the KKK.

I wanted to post pictures of naked dead people from a real event in our history that was so horrific; those pictures gave me nightmares to this current day. I am a humanist.  While I acknowledge that evil exists, I happen to believe that humankind is inherently good. 

Mob mentality is catchy.  More horse thieves met their death at the end of a rope, without the benefit of a trial by their peers.   Vigilante justice is not justice at all; it is the opposite of justice.  It is, in fact, murder.

There is a lengthy history of such actions.  Google genocides through history. 

I see pundits tossing around the race card much like a match in a fireworks factory.  In 2012 the race card was played nightly when we first heard of a game called the ‘polar bear hunt.’

Inciting violence against an entire race is easy to do when you shout hate from a megaphone like the Main Stream Media is doing every day.  The individual who attempts to knock out an elderly white person with one punch is responsible for playing the game; the person who yelled fire in the theatre is to blame for those who get trampled.

I researched this for a story I was working on.  It breaks my heart to see those with megaphones yelling fire in the auditorium of life.  By their actions, they are dehumanizing white people.  Now before you say, oh boo hoo, I want you to read this story below.  I could have put tons of pictures here, but in all consciousness, I cannot.  They are far too graphic. 

If the news is reporting any event regarding race, I want you to take out the word white, and insert the word black, and see if it is still ‘ok.’  The odds are great it will not be ok so it is, NOT OK!

Not all that long ago, a group of people tore down statues.  They banned free speech. They blamed the economic hardships on a particular group of people.  They then instituted gun control.  They made fun of those who hung on to their guns and their God.  Indeed, you were to put your country or your government ahead of God.  They then nationalized health care regulating the industry with an iron fist.

With runaway inflation, printing money was the beginning to the end. The government needed to find ways to reward the faithful.  Since money was worthless, they came up with a plan.

To give to those that were patriots or loyal to the cause, they took the possessions, businesses, and personal property of this group deemed responsible, and re-distributed it to the good loyal followers.

This group of people were taken from their homes and moved into the ghettoes. They were forced to wear identification as to who they were. Everyday citizens spat upon them.  They heard about the camps and knew they were suffering, but they didn’t care.  They were to blame for the state of affairs, weren’t they?  All the news stations said they were to blame.  As the rape gangs brutalized women and children, they again looked the other way. This group was to get no sympathy from the good citezens.

You watch as your children are stripped naked in the streets, beaten and raped by gangs of roving ‘elites.’ The law is on their side, not yours.

The proper people ignore their screams while fussing at their kids; they might catch something by having sex with a dog, you or your child were now worse than rabid dogs.

Imagine your husbands are taken away, leaving you and your family defenseless after losing your home, your business, and being forced to live on the streets. 

Your customers who used to greet you when entering your shop now look down their noses at you and spit on your naked body as those that still want to rape you do so at will. Gang rape is in fashion, and you are defenseless. Nobody cares about you or your spawn.

You and your kind caused this whole mess and you don’t disserve to live.  That is what the media reports night after night, so it must be true.

The proper women complain that their boys might catch something, so the government stirs to action to protect the good citizens from street people’s scourge. The several year plan is complete, you and your kind are officially vermin. Never mind that your kids played with their kids, that is over.  How could they have been so blind as to not see that you are the spawn of Satan?

Imagine soldiers are rounding you up to save you from the rape gangs.  You and your children are loaded into boxcars with the promise of taking you and your children away from this dangerous place. If your boys can labor for the war effort, they go one way.  If you and your daughters are of no value to the war effort, you go another way.

Some find that their next destination is a concentration camp, or worse. In this place, if you go there, you will most certainly starve to death.

Some will not make it to a camp, they are filling up. They have to invent new ways to offload the refugee population faster.  They need to become more efficient at what they do.  While the scientists work on better ways to manage population control, many will be managed the old-fashioned way.  You and your daughter are on that train.

With the train’s chugging through the mountain pass, you are packed so tightly; you jostle into each other with every motion.  The smell of the smoke from the locomotive passes over as an occasional cinder lands in someone’s hair or on their clothing.    The top of the car is off, exposing you and everyone to the elements. Air from the mountain pass occasionally wafts in, causing the black smoke to blow to the side instead of over you.

A whistle blows before it comes out of the mountains echoing off the hills.  You hear it, but you have no clue it is to alert the men ahead that they soon will be busy.

The train lurches to a stop in the middle of nowhere.  The sounds of the clacking steel brace on the side of the car give way to the sliding door as it opens, allowing the cool air to circle among you.  You grab your child close as you witness officers brandishing machine guns.  The mood is dark as their orders are stern. You and your children line up as you leave the train cars, looking for evidence of your new home away from the rape gangs, you see none. 

Thankful to stretch your legs, your relief soon leaves as you catch a whiff of the odor you remember from a dead animal or worse.  On top of the foul smell, there are no buildings, tents, or anything that resembles a bathroom.

There is heavy equipment sitting idle and freshly piled mounds of dirt block your view of what lies past it.

The cool air in the middle of the field soon feels a little too cool. Orders are given to remove your clothing and put them into a pile.  You and others begin to sob, knowing that you have not escaped the rape gangs. 

There are too few soldiers to rape all the women, however.

One of your friends argues with the officer and is shot on the spot.  The sound of the gunshot shocks you as you watch her drop to the ground with blood staining  her white dress as she drops.

This is no longer about rape, and you realize in your heart what is about to happen.  You look for a way to hide your child to protect her from what is to come.

The children are too scared to cry as coats, dresses, and soon underclothes are placed into a pile.  Several of the other women are ordered to pick up the dead woman and carry her to a pile of dirt twenty or so feet tall.

As the rest of you approach the area, watching them carry your friend, blood drips from her dangling hands as the odor of death fills your nostrils.

The grass and cold dirt on your bare feet are a stark reminder that you and your children are naked as you walk closer and closer to what will surely be your last moments on earth. You make eye contact with a young man carrying a machine gun.  He orders you to stop looking at him.

Crossing the field there is a haze in front of the mounds of earth that you don’t quite recognize.

Reaching the precipice, there is an audible gasp from your peers. You glance into the ravine carved into the earth like a deep crimson scar.  Bodies, still letting out steam from their last moments on earth are piled on top of bodies that have been there for much longer.

The sound of your friend tumbling down the side of the ravine landing on top of naked dead bodies shocks you back to reality.  Like sheep, you do as your told, waiting for God to rescue you.

Her white dress is now crimson with brown spots where the mud has clung to her.  What was blond hair is also crimson with brown soil on her face.  Shuddering, you look at your daughter who is in shock.  She is not moving or talking your ear off as she normally would.

Flies and flesh-eating birds hover over and around the bodies as you peer at them until you see someone that you once knew. The shock of what you see silences your thoughts, causing you to go numb inside.  Stella, a good friend lies lifeless with her eyes still open as if she is gazing into the heavens. Her face is contorted oddly as her body lies unnaturally on the top of mountains of flesh.  You knew more women who are face-up, with gaping wounds where the bullets exited their body.

Those face down had small holes ranging from their legs to their backs.  Many had let loose their bowels after they died.  The odor was almost toxic.

Children cry as you pick yours up, holding her close.  You call out to your God to save you from what will surely be the sting of death. A warm liquid leaves your arms as your daughter has lost control of her bladder.  You hold her close, kissing her as the soldiers bark out more orders to the end of the line.

Ordered to face the ravine, the last few of your friends and colleagues are lined up, all facing the rising sun.  Steam from the gorge causes an eerie fog to obscure it. The call of angry crows catches your attention as they fly by, distracting you for a second, as they chase after an owl that stayed out too late.  For a moment, you wish you were the owl only having to confront the murder of crows.  Were the crows much different from the rape gangs you wonder.

You hear mechanical sounds of metal on metal.  That is the arming of machine guns, and you have heard them before. A shock of sorts goes through your body from your toes to your head with the last click of the guns closest to you. You squeeze your daughter tight to your breasts, knowing the bullet that kills you, will kill her too.

Orders are barked as you hear the first of many pop pop pops.  Screams, grunts, and the sounds of people collapsing, falling forward, and landing on those that died before you, fill the air.  As the bullets get closer, you hear the shot’s splat, as they tear through the flesh of a friend. You see red vapor explode from your closest friend’s chest.  You close your eyes as you hear your friend tumble away from you down into the ravine.

The sting in your back and butt and leg causes your vision to flash a bright white before you see the vapor of red escaping out of you and of your child.  Time seems to slow to a crawl as you slowly fall to your knees. Your legs no longer can hold you as you see shattered bone just below your knee poking out through your skin. Frame by frame you watch as the world turns upside down before you realize it is you looking up to the sky through your blood soaked legs. Light glints off the broken bone as blood spatters around you and in your face.  Headfirst you fall into the pit, still grasping your child who is gasping for air. Your body slides down the mountain of flesh, coming to rest close to your friend who still has a vacant stair.

For just a flash of a second, it is you peering at your friend, before you realize that Elizabeth is crying in agony. A bullet went through your mid-section and pierced your daughter’s chest. Reaching for your daughter, you can’t help but close your friends’ eyes as your last gesture of humanity, before more bodies land around you.  

You hear another fall and still more dirt accompanies those that tumble down into the ravine. The rat a tat tat of the guns are now but an echo far above you as more naked women tumble down onto the mountain of flesh.

You witness strange white shadows leaving the pit from those around you. The smell of death no longer bothers you as you listen to your child try to cry, gasping for air through the gurgling blood pouring from her gaping mouth.  Pulling her close you try to comfort her to no avail.

“We going to see grandma Elizabeth, just let go!” you whisper…

Your tears mix with blood that is now dripping from your own lips. You pray that god will be merciful and take her quickly, not even thinking about your own pain.  The sight of Elizabeth suffering is much worse than anything these bastards could do to you.

The sounds of moaning, crying, accompany an unsettling silence which fills the air. You can still hear the sounds of the men talking above you. The ache in your hip is nothing compared to the burning, searing pain in your side. Your daughter is gasping up more blood as you pray for God to take her. Her blue eyes are not as bright as they were a few days ago before the rape gangs had their way with her.  She watched as they had their way with you and many of your friends. Closing your eyes, you cannot look.  Reaching for her you hear the soldiers walking the precipice above.

Bang! You hear the first of many single shots from handguns finishing the job of the executioners.

The soldiers, looking for signs of life, pull out their sidearms and send bullets tearing into the bodies of those still clinging to life.  You watch as your daughter’s head splits open as a bullet rips through the flesh that was her brain. 

Time once again stops as you see a curious vaporous like ghost, leave from her diminutive body. It rises above the dead becoming part of the mist you noticed earlier.

You thank God for his aim. 

Pow! Another bullet rips through your neck, missing your head. A flash of another bright light as you notice that breathing is all but impossible. You no longer feel the rest of your body as the sounds of gunshots fade.  Another bullet finds your back but you don’t feel it.

Rising above the death and misery you see the face of the man who just killed you.  He watches for a second before moving on to the next target.  Your shopkeeper who stocked the shelves and watched  Elizabeth after school is the next to get a bullet in the back of her head.

Susan joins you as do others as you rise above the crimson river caused by evil racist animals who are truly the subhuman life forms that they have accused you of being.

Elizabeth waits as you reach up for her leaving the world behind. ‘Foolish imbecilic creatures.” One of your friends imparts to you through thought.

The coppery odor of blood mixed with the stench of rotting flesh causes the men carrying machine guns to light up cigarettes to mask the odor.

Some take time to reload their hand guns while ordering the lower ranking among them to load the pile of clothes and shoes into the back of a trailer. An occasional gunshot from one soldier ends the life of those who are still trying to live.

Larger birds return in the silence, as the train that brought the hundreds of Jews, leaves to pick up more from up north.  The fragrance of tobacco does not manage to mask the odor of death.  There are jokes passed between those that executed the hundreds of women and children; some are crude and off-color but, that is ok; those people in the pit were not human’s; they were Jews. Oh, and they were ‘White People.’

As the last of the shoes, underclothes and other garments are collected they hear an echo in the mountain pass.  The conductor is giving them fair warning that they need to reload the machine guns and get ready for more refugees.

Politicians, the media, and the Elite are playing a perilous game.

I cannot begin to quantify the number of people I know and consider friends.  If any of them value or devalue anyone by the color of their skin, it is a secret to me. Racism has no place in a world where we are all tied together by the mutual bonds of our DNA.

If we are to be judged, it is by who we are and what we might have done in life.  Where we were born or what color our skin happens to be, is irrelevant.  Who we love in our lives or bedrooms is nobody’s business. 

However, some are so ignorant that they light matches, tossing them down irrespective of where they land or on what.  If they start a fire, they move on and watch the destruction they caused with their carelessness.  The destruction is news, and news brings ratings.

The pictures I found, and the research I have done are much worse than what I have depicted in this story.

The Jewish people were never responsible for what happened to their economy.  They needed a scapegoat, and it is easy to hate an entire race when you have state-run media spewing out lies, dehumanizing a race as a whole.

Asians are not responsible for the virus.

Nobody alive today had anything to do with slavery.

Hate is a poison you take in hopes it will affect someone else.

Those espousing equity and critical race theory are the racists.  They are dangerous and most certainly ignorant of history.

If the holocaust was not enough to convince the dullest among the elite to stop playing with fire, look up Mao or Stalin.  If that is still not enough, try searching for Vlad the Impaler, he was probably your kind of guy.

It is imperative we teach our kids history.  It is not always pretty but necessary to avoid making those same mistakes again and again.

We are capable of such great things, and we are capable of so much evil.

Unlike sheep, we can choose. 

Much Love  -TW

What Radio Station do you listen to?

From shortwave to Facetime around the world..

The world continues to shrink.

Years ago, I got into Amateur Radio.  Now that was back in the early ’70s.  Before, there was the internet.

Why?

Earlier than that, I had a shortwave radio. I still have it. 

Radio to me was magic.  As a child, I could not understand what magic happened for this voice to come out of this box.  Television was just FM!  Effin Magic…

Anyway, a shortwave radio back in the day opened the world up to me. I fell in love with accents. To get your license to operate the Ham Radio back in the day, you had to learn a lot, including Morse Code.

I wanted it, so I did it.

You and I know that the internet screwed all that up.

Computers were a natural evolution for me.  Spending thousands on an IBM PC with a green screen and floppy was just one box in a transition of many computers.

I would imagine that I owned over the years just about every kind of computer that was made.

They are a horrible investment, but if you wanted to make a career out of it, the time and money were a good investment.

Once the ham radio was part of my daily routine, I met many people worldwide.  I talked to a king of a country that no longer exists.

Now IHeart Radio has been around for a while, but I have not investigated it. Today while doing the regular Happy Birthdays on social media, one of my friends mentioned Radio Garden.

There is an app for that BTW…

A picture of the globe appears, and then it says it is planting seeds.

Hover over a green dot, and Viola, voices from anywhere in the world are now blaring into my office.

Currently, I am listening to a station from York, Australia.

Folks, the world got a little smaller.

Here is my challenge for you.  Tell me in the comments what radio station you listen to and where to find it.

There are so many of you who I see comment or like my posts regularly, let me hear what you hear.

From music to talk radio, tell me about what you listen to.

I have long held the belief that we are but the sum total of our environment.  Our mores and attitudes on life all come from our environment.

Currently, I am working on several projects.  This radio thing might be a distraction; however, I want to know you a little better.

If you are a writer, as I suspect many of you are, what music, if any, do you listen to when you are writing?

This station right now is playing fifties and sixties music.  The DJ sounds like a version of Julia Childs. 

It’s 206 AM on Tuesday here, and it is 406 afternoon Tuesday in York. 

Wrap your head around all that, take a deep breath, and tell me how you are doing.

Much Love -TW

Breaking! Meme creator arrested and jailed on charges of creating a political meme.

Is free speech under assault?

I might not agree with you but, I will defend your right to say what’s on your mind.

Since the early days of social media, I learned to fact check my sources before I posted.  While FB still goes over the top on many occasions, I am not an activist, and in truth, I probably have more liberal friends than conservative ones.

We all need to listen to each other, and Free Speech must be protected.  While I will not debate with emotional people, I want to hear what each side has to say.

Tonight I listened to the news as I heard that some meme creator was arrested for creating a meme that the left didn’t like.

I create memes more for fun than anything, but if what I heard was accurate, we have much larger fish to fry than FB fact-checking us to death.

While I still want to know all the details, the story on national TV led me to believe a lie.  It would make anyone who listened upset about their rights to free speech.  If it is on TV, the source is reliable, right?  No….

https://www.nbcnews.com/tech/internet/twitter-troll-arrested-election-interference-related-disinformation-campaign-n1255864

The link is to the story, and it is much more damming than someone putting a MAGA hat on Taylor Swift.

If you can trust NBC News, that reporter paints a grim picture of what this person was up to, unlike Fox, who led its viewers to believe this story is all about free speech and a simple political meme.

I might disagree with you but, I will defend your right to say what’s on your mind. Can you do that?

How many memes have we seen of Bernie the last few days?  This is America.  Can you get arrested now for creating a meme of Mr. Mittens or mocking a US senator? If so, that is a country I don’t want any part of. Mocking our elected officials is like WWE wrestling.  You pick a wrestler and then mock the other one. 

You know Mitch and Chuck smoke a cigar and drink beer together after they call each other names. It is all show for you.

Do not come at me with, ‘there is your problem, you heard it on Fox.’  No, that is not my problem.  I listen to multiple news sources, including those outside our country who have less of an ax to grind. I even listen to the news on shortwave.  Granted, I am basically on a news hiatus at the moment, but this story caught my attention.

The bill of rights must be sacrosanct, period.

I would challenge any of you who are stuck in one camp or the other to check out what each network has to say before you get on social media and rant.  It is hard to find unbiased press these days, which is why I often get my news from down under.  I also happen to enjoy the accent.

When one of your friends starts out a post with WOW! There is a dead give away that they fell for a story like I am speaking about.  Fox nor CNN have a monopoly on sensationalizing a story for ratings.

When each side is so ensconced in their ‘beliefs’ that they are willing to name call or block someone for their opinion, that division will not go away. Are you so insecure in who you are that you would block those that you disagree with?

I have snoozed some folks because they are over the top ranting. I have not blocked anyone.

What if?  What if you are wrong? What if your long-held beliefs that you learned in college are erroneous?  Wouldn’t you want to know?

Regrettably, I have ‘friends’ that are family, who are unable to do this. They are so emotionally invested in their beliefs they cannot even consider that they might be …wrong….

Lots of people drank purple Kool-Aid and died because they followed a crazy person.  The idea that this crazy person could be crazy was just  …crazy…

When your emotions are triggered, someone might very well be manipulating you.  It could be the fact-checkers, or it could be big tech who has an agenda.  It might be news media that triggers you for the ratings.  Hate is a powerful trigger.

Boys using girls showers is a trigger, a diversion.  Emotional triggers are usually the shiny coin the magician uses while he slips a card up his sleeve.

You win public opinion and votes by telling them what is wrong with the world, getting them emotionally invested, and telling those same people who is responsible for it.  It works every time.

There are complete sciences built around manipulating the people. Cults work this way, too, hence the purple Kool-Aid.

As we begin to see the, I told you so’s from friends and relatives, those will not help bring the country together either. Possibly they need us divided, and there are thoughts on that too.

I visit with people all over the world.  Some of them have such divergent cultures from what I am used to; one would think there would be no common ground.  But there is.

I have acquaintances in many different countries because I build those acquaintances on common ground. 

Can we agree to disagree and still be friends?  I hope so.

-Best

National Underwear Day #NUD

Can we make #nud trend? Pick a day world and let’s do this!

Yes, we will move away from computers and metafiles and all kinds of forensic things.  There are times you have to change the scenery or, in my case, change the topic.

If you own a company and have not put together a business continuity plan by now, the Virus has undoubtedly made it abundantly clear just how much you screwed up.

I am not going to visit with you about disaster recovery or forensic computing today.

Switching gears, I want to talk about the need to stimulate your brain.  Yes, I want to talk about mental health but not in some psychobabble, couch lying, you hate your mother kind of way.

One of the first things I would encourage you to do is change what is ‘normal.’ Insert routine for Normal.

I am the president of a writer’s group in North Texas.  In a few weeks, many of us’ non-essential’ employees will have been homebound for the better part of a year.  Virtual is not stimulating.

When we began to communicate via e-mail back in the early 80’s, I quickly realized just how wrong things could go without the visual or verbal cues we get from in-person communication. 

Here we are a year into this Virus, and we don’t see others.  If we do, they and you are wearing a mask.  We have lost touch, or are losing touch with our humanity.  We have celebrities of all things, preaching from their ivory privileged towers that anyone who does not see something the way that they do, need to be punished.  Can we talk about having lost our collective minds?

As a celebrity, you have a responsibility to be that voice of reason. WTF people?

I was thinking about this, wondering if this is how Jesus met his end?  It is mob mentality, and it is time to put a stop to it.  How?

With Zoom or some other webcam communication, we now can see a face, smile, and yes, sometimes we catch a hint of your home life, including your underwear. 

I have witnessed people in their pajamas, and yes, we catch a glimpse into your home.  Is it a bad thing?

What would it be like to have a national underwear day? I think the distraction would be humorous, delightful, and would shake many out of their comfort zone.  I worked in the medical center for years.  The sight was not pretty but think about it—a dose of reality.   We need something like that to get us talking about other things than the Virus, or politics. National Underwear Day #nud

We need to come together as a people, human people, and make a point of how much the same we are.

I visited a nudist beach once—clothing optional.  Folks, that is a humbling and awakening realization.  Quickly you see just how insignificant you are in the overall scheme of things.

No Mika, you don’t need to tell me what to think.  To the rest of the news media, I have a brain; tell me the facts.  I don’t care if you live in a gated community; when your clothes come off, you are no better than I am.

You have heard of the ugly Christmas Sweater.  How about we have a national underwear day and…we add the qualifier’ audacious.’

People go to the beach wearing less, why not?

Do you realize that would trend in no time? Do it…#nud You know you want to…

We need the small-minded in Hollywood and DC to come to grips with the facts that this is the United States of America and not America’s playground for the rich and famous.

Would a bearing of the souls as it were, cause us to come to grips with we are all the same?

If you strip away the thousand dollar blouses and other designer clothes, would we then see that we are not so different?

Let’s talk about normal, shall we?

Here is the first thing you should change if you have not already done so.  When you crawl out of bed, act as if you are going to the office.

Shower, dress as you would, and yes, make the morning coffee or whatever you would do if you commute.

Arrange to have as many of those calls as possible with the camera on.  That face-to-face time is essential in keeping not only you but your co-workers from feeling isolated.

Keep regular hours.

Turn off the news.

I will not go into a long rant about how craven they are or how they only have ratings on their mind as they spin the facts.  Unless they are Pollyanna or Walter Cronkite comes back and tells you how it is, turn it off.

I am beyond sick of the bias that exists on both sides.

Be careful about any online news sources as they have ratings (in the form of clicks) as their determining factor of what gets published. 

Reagan said to vote with your feet; I say vote with the garbage you allow into your head.

Social media is another excellent place to either visit or abandon. Many keep up with their family and friends, but what they ingest via the news often makes it onto your plate.  I have found that snooze works well for those who are eaten up with the desire to ruin your life.

There is something about using the bathroom and ingesting information from social media at the same time.  It all stinks.  Remember this one fact.  If what you are consuming jerks at any emotion, you are being manipulated.

So, what can you do to keep your sanity?

I am so glad you ask.

Diversify what you do.  While we joke about vacationing to the garage, we will have spring here in North America before you realize it.  Today we hit 66 in Dallas.  The heat is off, the windows are open, and I spent time in the sun.

Yes, indeed, ladies and gentlemen, get outside!

I usually have my first cup of coffee in the sunshine if at all possible.  Your brain needs that light to set your circadian rhythm.  There are probably hormones and chemicals released too, so get outside, even if the weather is not great, stay warm or dry but get some fresh air.

Along with writing and other hobbies, I have taken to ‘tinkering’ with a 3d printer.

If you have ever wanted a challenge, a 3d printer is the ticket.  For less than $200, you can find one at WOOT or Amazon.  These things do not come out of the box ready to print.

Opening the box is a daunting process.  The thing is a kit.

Don’t chicken out or turn away; embrace the challenge.

There are many videos online on how to get it started, and then many more groups that I feel are more like support groups for those afflicted with 3D itis …  Yes, I invented the term.

While this challenge is not for the faint of heart, it is much like learning cross-stitch or knitting. 

Over the last year, I have gone back and re-taught myself many things.  School subjects that I did poorly in now make sense to me. My poor English teacher would probably die again if she knew I was writing and president of the league.

Not only have I published in international magazines, but I have over 30 novels.

Math and history were not interesting to me in school, and now I see them for what they are.  With the internet, there is no limit to the information at our fingertips.

In a roundabout way, I am trying to say this, turn off the damned idiot box and learn something.  Netflix and other entertainment sources are fine, but you can use this time to teach yourself new skills.

I have determined that the Raspberry Pi is a handy computer for the price.  No, it is not difficult.

There are tiny microprocessors known as ESP 8266 that are great fun to learn and play with, regardless of age or gender. (you are never too old.)

As long as this blog post makes sense to you, go forth and enjoy.

Once you look at this time as a positive thing instead of a poor me moment, you can use it to your advantage.

The last bit of advice I would offer to you is this, don’t give the politicians the time of day.

Biden spent 1.5 Billion dollars, much of which came from dark money.  He will be paying those favors back, which is why what he is signing seems counterintuitive to unity, from killing the Keystone to raising the price of insulin. Dark money came from special interests, and it doesn’t take a lot of intelligence to figure out who or from which organization.

Hate is a poison you take in hopes that it will affect someone else.

Anger is beating yourself up for the mistakes of someone else.

Did you know that once you print something with your 3D printer, it is damned hard and sturdy?

Yeah, focus on what you can control and let the other stuff vanish.

Take care of yourselves and those that you care about.  This Virus will not keep us down forever, and anything that guy does with an executive order can be undone with another.

If you see #TEXIT trend, then you might want to watch the news.

-Best

PS…I would not be shocked to see #FEXIT and #TEXIT trend in the upcoming months.

$200,000 a month for Stripping on webcam?

I somehow doubt her story.

This is a story you just have to read.

Is your jaw dragging the floor like mine?

Many of you know the story, but I had this twitter follower who works in the sex industry just briefly.  Or should we say adult entertainment?

The last thing you will get out of me is judgment. I have friends from all walks of life, and I tend to straddle all of them at times. Walks of life, not my friends…

In my professional life, I chase bits and bytes. A mild-mannered IT person that happens to have a passion for writing novels.  Some of them cross the boundary of nice to naughty. Hell, no, I make no apologies for creating fantasies for you or others like you. I hope you enjoy what I write and it pleases you.

I have not locked into a particular genre as of yet.  They are all fun to create.  With over 30 odd novels published, one would think I would have found my niche.

Maybe I like to explore all of them.  For instance, I wrote a how-to book for camgirls.

‘TW, why are you writing nonfiction?”

I freely give of myself in many different ways.  Local writers don’t know me as TWScott.  They know me as someone who likes to write.  They know me as someone who spends time and energy to assist others in becoming all they can be. Those that know me in person would probably never dream that I would try to help someone working in the adult entertainment industry.

Truth told if you are going to do it, why not do it right?

This twitter follower had a bio that said she was a cyber slut.  Yes, I scratched my head.

If you follow me on my blog, I will peek at your blog and comment.  If you are a Twitter follower, I will look at your bio and possibly your tweets.  If you take the time to reach out to me the least, I can do is recognize your effort.

I followed her tweet, and I found myself on an adult webcam site.

Truth told, that was an eye-opener.  I had no idea such things existed.

If you are over 18 and curious, go check out my free cams.

I tend to get in trouble as a person as I tend to take in my surroundings wherever I am.  I listen to people, watch people, and create in my mind how all of what I am experiencing could become fodder for a novel.

My Free Cams soon became a pivotal story device for Cyber Subs.

That one wasn’t enough, so I used it again in Schadenfreude.

Since those two novels have been published, more of my followers have found me from that site, and others like it.

People, that one site alone has close to 2000 girls on it at any given time.  Now I find places with both men and women, couples, gay, trans, and I am not sure what they do.

Remember what I said, no judging. I am not judging anyone.  My eyes were opened, and I think my innocence was molested by the time I finished my research. 

Some of it is like driving by a traffic accident.  You know you look for the blood, and if you see it, you cringe.

For the most part, I witnessed people attempting to live out some fantasy.  Men were masturbating in hopes someone was watching them. Trans folks were also masturbating.  I must say I have never seen such lovely breasts coupled with a bountiful male anatomy on one person. I chuckled thinking, ‘they have the best of both worlds.

Couples, both gay and straight, are there for your pleasure.

Chaturbate and Stripcam I think, were the other two’s names, but wait, there are plenty more.

How can so many sites exist with thousands of ‘models’ on each site?

During my research for my novels, it hit me why some models were succeeding and some failing. I am a business person, after all.

As the pandemic continues to take lives, people are doing whatever they can to put food on the table.  Some of these girls are putting themselves through school. 

So, I wrote how to be a camgirl and make money.

I don’t market it as people seem to find it without any effort on my part.

It doesn’t make a difference what site you’ work on.’ If you are of that mindset and desire to make extra funds that way, the book is dirt cheap and worth every penny.

Some people go on those sites to be an exhibitionist.  Harvey Weinstein could have gone on there, put a camera on his stuff, and masturbated until he was worn out, and he would have been one of the hundreds.

Some ladies are also on there simply to get naked with the idea that thousands of men want them.  One reported that she felt their eyes touching her.  Good imagination.

Today, it perked my interest when a lady was quoted as saying she makes $200K a week modeling on such a site.  The kicker is, she said, it does not conflict with her Christian faith. 

I want to read whatever bible she is reading. It would be a best seller.

In my research, those girls realistically make about $2K a month.  If they want to make more, they should read my book.

One person purchased the eBook and turned around, and ordered the hard copy.

Honestly, I think many go on those sites to be exhibitionists.  My Free Cams boasts the most registered purveyors of smut.  They are also a girl only site.  Pfizer should be doing well with all the men keeping it up on the rest of the sites.  I did learn this during my research. ‘Not all men were created equal.’

With that, my loves, I will bid you adieu for now.

I am working on bringing Kelly McGuire out of retirement, taking time, as you might guess.

Much love -TW

Kelly is back!

We don’t take prisoners, we clean up our mess!

I have some excellent news!

Kelly is out of retirement.

Kelly McGuire of Presidential Assassins is out of retirement and back in the forefront of my mind.

If you have not read this novel yet now is the time.  Kelly is one kick ass red head that takes names and kills.

While the good guys skate free the bad ones, are not so lucky.

Presidential Assassins is a thriller that is jammed packed full of action.

Today, she is back.  I have written the first two chapters. 

It amazes me how I can start something like this and all of the sudden the characters come to life and I just have to take notes.

Go find it, read it and wait till you see what she is up to now.

Once you meet her you will want to follow her on Twitter.  Yes of course she has her own account.

There has been much material thanks to the media so, I am full of ideas.  Let’s see what trouble she can get into.

Don’t waste a single day folks, life is short.

Much Love -TW

Gamma-Ray Burst GRB 080319B

Did you see what I saw?

The following is an accurate recount of witnessing an event that happened 7.5 billion years ago.

The earth is four and a half billion years young. Think about that as I try to figure out how to tell the story…

I have always been a bit of an astronomy nut.  My heroes range from Tesla, Aristotle, Voltaire, Galileo, and the more modern folks Sagan.

Tesla was probably close to crazy, but he thought outside the box.  All of these men thought outside the box.

Einstein would be in this group, except he did not think his invention through to a logical conclusion.

I would never give ‘man’ as he exists in this time a weapon as he did.

From sticks to boulders to viruses, man will use anything as a technical advantage over their peers.  Instead of fixing what divides us, they spend time and energy to find better ways to subdue their enemy, their peers.  I digress.

7.5 Billion years ago, an event of monumental proportions was witnessed by yours truly.

March of 2008, my back was killing me, metaphorically speaking.

Switching on the hot tub, I was soon sitting outside in the cool night air soaking in a bubbling cauldron of chlorinated, heavily salted water.

As the water jets worked to soothe my spasming muscles, I allowed the steam to clear my head.

There is something magical about watching the night sky. Once while floating in the pool during a hot summer day, I witnessed an orange ball of fire with a turquoise flame at the front of it streaking toward the southwest from overhead.  There was no trail of smoke or sonic boom, so I figured it had to be pretty high up as it blazed through the earth’s outer boundary’s

Watching the shuttle chase the ISS was another one of my rare glimpses of human-made oddities in the night sky.

While binoculars are a favorite for searching the heavens, I did not have them that night in March.

Watching for satellites would be fruitless. My part of the world, including that area of space over me, was in total darkness.  It was a little after one in the morning when I switched off the jets and debated if I could get some rest or not.

Taking one last look at the heavens, a bright flash captured my attention.

For a brief second, I wondered if I had stayed in the hot tub too long, when there was another and still yet another.  A succession of flashes about the brightness of a car’s headlights on a dark road continued for a little over ten seconds.

A blast of white with a slight yellow and red color around the edges that resembled an inkspot, lit the night sky.

I sat back, watching them for a second, twiring around briefly to see if something from behind me was causing them.

No, there was nothing from the streets or in the house. There were no clouds of any kind. 

My mind quickly took me to the Marfa lights.  I researched them after I went inside to see if the conditions were right for that phenomenon.  No and no.

What did I see?

Of course, Google searches rendered nothing.

Days turned into weeks of ‘nothing.’ I let it go.

One day, I am researching material for one of my novels, and what appears but an article on Gamma-Ray Bursters.

Focusing on the date and time and the sky’s location at that time of year, I found what I saw.

“It was a whopper,” says Swift principal investigator Neil Gehrels of NASA’s Goddard Space Flight Center. “This blows away every gamma-ray burst we’ve seen so far.” *

“No other known object or type of explosion could be seen by the naked eye at such an immense distance,” says Swift science team member Stephen Holland of Goddard. “If someone just happened to be looking at the right place at the right time, they saw the most distant object ever seen by human eyes without optical aid.” *

Naked-eye Gamma Ray Burst | Science Mission Directorate (nasa.gov)  *

I remember as a kid watching the night sky. Orion is my favorite constellation.  I am sure it has to do with the horsehead nebula or Betelgeuse and its eventual demise.

Since the star is 642 light-years from here, it might already be gone. 

Much like the Gamma Ray Burster that happened 7.5 billion years ago, time marches on.

Look up, my friends.  Check out that Y-axis if you will.  There is no telling what you might see.

Much Love -TW

Diamond Joe

Just when you think you found the exit, someone moves the door.

Who is Diamond Joe?

Diamond Joe

Buried in her work as a professor, Donna creates a ‘new normal’ after her husband dies unexpectedly. Hiring a horse trainer, Donna’s world turns upside down when Samantha plays to one of her wildest fantasies. Forbidden love captivates both of them. Accepting Sam’s love was only the beginning of the social disaster confronting them.

Here we have the classic story of Cinderella, well, no, we don’t.  This book is nothing like that fairy tale.

You know, speaking one on one, I must tell you, I was thrilled when Hallmark mentioned they would start making movies including a more diverse culture.

When you read this novel, you will get why that is important.  I know there are so many who only judge a lifestyle by some outrageous performance in the street.  Some judge a race solely by the actions they see on the late news.

Not all black people loot, kick white people when they are down, or push white folks in front of an oncoming subway train.

This, these actions are what many see in their living room.

They hear about the shootings in Chicago every weekend, and it is black on black. They don’t see the good that they do, and that is a problem we need to fix.

Conversely, not all white folks think black folks are ignorant.

This novel is not so much about race as it is forbidden, love.

Not all that long ago, interracial romances were not something tolerated by society.  When Sidney Portiere played John Prentice, a black doctor who came to dinner; the movie was groundbreaking.  This was 1967. 

I was a child of the sixties, and I never had an issue with race anything, and I was raised in the south.

Gay, that was a tough one because of my exposure to Levitical teaching.

It wasn’t until I had a deep dive into biology and science that I understood where man screwed things up.

While I never had an issue with the person, it took this ‘enlightenment’ to be ok with their actions.

I won’t belabor the points here because I go into detail in the novel. 

It took me writing about it, developing the characters, and having them interact did I become ok with who they are.

Who is Diamond Joe?

In short, for our story, he is a horse.  Not just any horse.  The story takes on a wild journey through the trials and tribulations of training a racehorse.

I think Diamond Joe is probably one of my favorite books that I have written.  I haven’t read it in a while I might have to reread it.

If Hallmark wanted to make a movie with female lovers, this would be one to consider.  My writing style was more dialogue so, it would be easy to make into a film.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Diamond Joe.  If you like it consider leaving me a review. 

I would love to hear what you thought of it either way.  Use the web portal on the contact page to contact me directly.  www.authortwscott.com

I respond to emails that are not about getting more traffic or auto insurance.

Much Love -TW

Where are you?

No, I don’t mean physically; I mean something else.  Where are you mentally, spiritually?

With the attack on the capital ten days ago, I was in a rather dark place.  Removing the news,  the TV, and all of my social media friends who were ready to lynch half the country, I needed to get away.

Where the hell can you go?

Besides teaching myself new skills and taking care of a lot of things that need taking care of, I am ready for a change.

Today, my background picture, is of a castle, most probably in Scotland.

By the fog behind it, I suppose it is by a lake or lock.

The rolling hills are covered in dew or possibly frost, but man, are they green.  There is an interesting dichotomy between the castle and some tiny frame house in the foreground.  I have no clue what the little round buildings are with pointy roofs; maybe one of you knows.

Anyway, my mind has been on that farm or those green hills a better part of the day.

I wrote one of my novels where the characters were in Scotland.  I loved the research, and I went so far as to find people to speak with.  Truth told, much of my lineage comes from there. 

I did the DNA thing with Ancestry.  Be careful what you sign up for.  You might not want to know.

It is all fodder for stories.  While we wait for the cure or whatever will come to be, the best we can do is keep a stiff upper lip and push on.

Where are you?

Are you ok?

Are you keeping your wits about you?

Are you exercising and eating, right?

There are stories out there.  There is fodder for your stories and your novels if you are writing one.

When my characters are busy, asleep, or hiding, I find other things to occupy my hands and my mind.

Carpe Diem.

-Best

TW