Hello from my Hell

Are you ready to leave the planet?

That title sounds so dark. I guess I should explain why it is what it is.

Three weeks to flatten the curve has turned into a prison sentence, with Neanderthals attempting to cow me into some form of submission of their warped sense of the facts.  While I am much too nice to ‘flip someone off,’ the rude finger came close to making an appearance the other day.

I order my groceries, and I wait patiently for them to show up outside my vehicle.  Frequently I end up with several items missing.  My guess is the pickers are either too lazy to find them or get them.  I can say this with some amount of certainty.  Friends of mine had been forced to go into the store after similar experiences.  When they were told they were out of this or that, they went in to find a shelf of it.

I wish this were an isolated incident, but it is not.

I have a mask that I wear if I am forced to be around people.  The mask is rather telling as it has cat asses printed on the material. Yes, it is my passive-aggressive nature on full display.  Today once again, I left the store waiting at a light when some ‘lady honked her horn and pointed at my uncovered face.’  Um, I am alone in my car with the windows up; what does she expect from me?

Again the rude finger about made a showing but, these are stressful times, and these idiots have no idea why they are prattling on about things they know nothing about.

The virus is .001 nm.  You need an ELECTRON microscope to see it.  Your mask under an electron microscope looks like a chicken wire cage.  The virus, in comparison, is hardly a dot.

“But TW, you are saving lives by wearing a mask.”

In my car?

Unless you can get the real PPE and are trained on how to wear it, you do little to protect yourself.  And here is the big truth of it, pay attention.

If that mask is not worn correctly, your breath leaves you and follows the path of least resistance.

“TW, what do you mean?”

I mean, unless that thing is tight to your face, everywhere, it will bypass the mask and go out wherever those leaks are.  Usually, that is up past your nose, and yes, like a mushroom cloud, those particles or germs and viruses travel on the Y axis, straight up.  So my lovelies, if you go into a store and others are wearing masks that are not fitted correctly, they are pushing copious amounts of the virus, if they have it, straight up. 

I would love to have a thermal camera and show this as a demonstration. A picture is worth a lot of words.

Since the thing is .001 NM (nanometers), you can bet that it has very little mass.  Much less mass than, oh say …dust.

How many of you have ever sat on the couch with a ray of sunshine cutting through the room.  In that ray of light, you see the sparkles of dust.  You pat the sofa, and the air is filled with clouds of speckles.  Do they drop like bricks?  No, and they have much more mass than the virus, even a virus that is ‘heavy with moisture.’  That virus in that moisture will very quickly lose its H2O counterpart and stay aloft for hours. It will remain aloft until it lands on your food, your body, clothes, packaging in the store, and so on.

While the media is lying to us all by not using the words ‘electron’ in their microscopic descriptions of a mask and the virus, little old ladies like the aforementioned are doing their best to cow the rest of us to tolerate their uninformed bullshit.  Oh my, where are my manners.  I meant El Toro De Caca!

Here is the truth of it.  If you can smell anything while wearing a mask, it is not protecting you.  Perfume esters, smoke particles, and yes, those silent farts that kill us all are made up of things that are .4 NM or larger.  The virus is .004 to .001 NM.  That means if you can smell it, you are wearing something that will allow farts to enter the room. Fart molecules are much much larger than that tiny little .001 NM virus.  Got it yet?

I see people wearing a bandana, which is less protective than panties. Those are the people who are preaching to us about how irresponsible we are. FFS!

How much longer can we keep the rude finger in the holster?  How much longer can we smile and mutter ‘fuck you’ under our breaths?

Many of you know my roots are from the UK.  Churchill was a cousin of mine.  On the opposite end of the scale from Winston, is a lady also from the UK that I would pretty much disagree with her on everything but, one of her songs.

Lilly Allen was made known to me by a younger crowd when I was having a particularly bad day.  One of her songs made me happy.  It still does.  If you have not heard it, look it up.  It is the infamous fuck you song.

To all the idiots out there who ditched science classes, and are now preaching science to those of us who didn’t skip those classes…Yeah…Fuck You Very Much! 

But TW, what are we to do?

The first thing is to know the truth of it.  The lies peddled by the media are hurting people. 

You wear your knickers over your nose and think you are protected.  That misinformation, those lies are why we have the spike in cases.  They want to weaponize the information and blame people for it, but the truth is, they know what I am telling you.  The real question is, why are they not telling us the truth?   Why are they blaming people who voted a certain way?  Why are they doing more damage by pointing the finger at groups of sick people and folks who are tired of staying at home?

Those are the questions you should be asking of your blooming media, who come off as informed with their black-rimmed glasses.  Folks, they are actors and are stupid actors at that.  They are hurting everyone in the world.  They are the enemy of the people, everywhere, in every city, town, and country.  Until they can report the facts without the bullshit, they are the enemy and are state-run, Joseph Goebbels style propaganda.  You might as well be listening to Pravda or the stations from North Korea. 

Stay out of crowds.

Know your mask is not some shield like on Star Trek. It will blunt the distance of a sneeze or cough on the X Axis but, it will direct that same sneeze or cough up past your nose to hover over the masses for hours.

Even if you have the masks reserved for health care workers, you would need proper training to know how to wear it.  By the way, if you did have that mask, by the end of the day, your face would be bruised.  Yeah, it has to be about that tight.

When this mess started back in February, I purchased ozone generators.  Ozone sanitizes the surfaces of things and kills germs.  No, I have no stock in any bloody company; I am just telling you that Ozone is one possible thing you might consider, especially during the winter months when you cannot open your house up.  Be warned; Ozone is an irritant to your sinuses.  That means my lovelies, don’t run it in the room while you are in it and air out that room before you occupy it.

Suppose I owned a restaurant, school, church, etc.; I would run them at night to flood the area with Ozone.

I have one that will do half the house during the nighttime hours, and another I can put in a closet during the day to sterilize clothes and such.

Yes, there is science behind what I am telling you.  However, I don’t know if it will get through the shell of that virus or not. A virus is not a living thing per se.  Since I don’t own, or have access to an electron microscope, perhaps one of you can get me a grant to do some research.  Someone has to step forward and cut through the bullshit.

While I cannot fire the media, I can turn them off, and I have.  I would suggest highly that you do the same.  It is past time we take power away from those demigods telling us what to think.  Yes, Mika, I saw that film. I will never forget you said it.

As a writer, I would suggest you read a book or two.  Start with Animal Farm or perhaps 1984.

Need something newer? Presidential Assassin is a novel I wrote a few years ago.  I think a sequel might be on the way.

I do care about you.  That is part of my frustration.  I read your blogs; I hear you.  Know that I, too, am hurting and am pissed.  I feel as if idiots rule us, or perhaps there is a darker, more nefarious presence at work.  Follow the money.

Much Love -TW

Day Three of NanoWriMo

If you want to vote on something important, tell me what you think about my pen name question below.

I want to start this blog for my friends in the States. If you voted that is all you can do. Your voice matters. While I pray that your voice came from informed sources and not those of the biased media, your task is completed.

Stop fretting over what the results may be.

If you read my novel Presidential Assassins I feel like there is more truth buried in the story than one might think. You will draw comfort from that novel if you need it or would like it.

Now on to what you can do. If you are like me get to writing. I have reported my 12.6 K words and will spend a little of that writing time to share this with you.

Magic and Mayhem which is my latest novel is coming right along.

Here is a question to authors everywhere. TWScott is my pen name much like many writers use. Everything I write to date has been under this name.

My latest novel is nothing like any of the previous novels, as this is a YA. Coming of age witch story.

Since this novel is not racy like other works, do I publish it under a different pen name or, do I plod ahead and use TWScott?

Advice on the matter is all over the board.

Do I self publish like everything else or do I go through the excruciating efforts of trying to prostitute myself out to agents?

You know what, in keeping with elections stuff, VOTE!

Should I publish YA stuff under a different pen name than my racier, well naughty stuff?

Which one should I do and why?

As for NaNo, my goodness write my lovelies. If you are a writer or author carve out some time away from the telly and write. Trust me they are just selling advertising time anyway. Vote, write and worry about the results when they are posted.

Much love -TWScott

This is a short pep Talk

Elections are Toxic…Start writing!

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Never before have I ever…looked forward to November 1 like I am currently. Why?

No, the elections in the States are not why.

I saw a meme that depicts it all…The left wing and the right wing both belong to the same bird. So true.

We would do better to force our elected officials to hold those that hide behind the first amendment accountable for the propaganda they spew. Over the last few years they have gone above and beyond to yell fire in an auditorium.

They should be held accountable. The riots, the deaths, the looting and destruction are their fault. Why? They are telling the world what to think and what to believe. They use emotional triggers to foment hate among the tribes. They play to the worst elements of society and to the most vulnerable.

Every despot that ever lived did the same thing. Many are too ignorant of history to recognize the playbook.

One of our parties is running on the Green New Deal, which is the same thing as Mao’s Great Leap Forward, you know the one where he murdered forty million people. You wonder how people could be so stupid as to fall for it.

So why November 1?

#NaNoWriMo

But TW, you have over 36 novels published…why?

Because my dear friends, if you are partaking in this event I want to hear about it. If I can lift you up, encourage you, or be your cheerleader, let me know.

If you follow me you know that I value each of you. Yes, I read many of your blog post and yes, there are nights things that I have read keep me up, sometimes on my knees.

I don’t care what your belief’s are or where you live. If you are reading this we have something in common, more than just the color of our blood.

By now you should have your outline finished, you should have an idea what the contents of your 50K words will be and if you don’t, start now.

Yes, one of my gifts is, I can crank out 50k words tonight.

That is one of the first things as a person you should evaluate. What are your gifts?

Clint Eastwood said “A man’s got to know his limitations.”

Folks, the converse it also true. What are your strengths. Even in my naughtiest novels I write about enlightenment. That is part of what makes me who I am. I know who I am. I know what I am about. When I find a deficit in my character I will move heaven and earth to fix it, or at the very least mitigate it.

Yes this is what I hope to leave as my legacy.

There are countless religions and philosophies and most of them weave into the tapestry that makes them, becoming a better person.

You cannot become a better anything until you know that person in the mirror.

That you can do through your journaling, writing and of course you could spend tens of thousands of dollars paying someone to tell you but, that just makes someone else rich.

Lets get writing!

Much Love -TW

Reviews, Feedback and yes, some Assholes

Have you had someone just trash your book and give it one star?

One of my favorite little bathroom books is a quick read called ‘Dear Asshole.’

The authors are Jillian Madison and Michelle Madison. 

Before I became an author, I was known well for my ‘Dear Shithead’ letters.  When someone gave me this book for my birthday, they knew I would appreciate it.

Dear Shithead, letters never made it to their intended audience as written.  Instead of sitting around fuming over the world’s injustices and stupidity, I would take to the keyboard and write.  They were probably rants in truth, but they never saw the light of day.

Many, too many of them were directed at my boss, who only had the position as he was a good liar. I think he had pictures of his boss with someone’s wife, but that is another story.

If you need to vent, writing such a letter is an excellent way to do it; just don’t hit send.

Now, on to the reason for this post.

I research a lot of stuff for my writing.  Part of that research is to look at what other books are available in that genre.  Lastly, I look at the reviews.

Here is some ‘shithead’ advice from someone.

“Just because you can write, does not mean you should.”

I love how people who write shit like this always post under a pseudonym.   Firstly, Asshole or Shithead, pick your adjective; you suck. 

No, this was not written to me or one of my novels.  One day, as there are shitty people who build themselves up by criticizing others, such a comment might be directed at me. 

Have you published a book?  

It takes guts to write a book, believe in that book, and then put it out there for assholes to write negative shit about.  I am perfectly ok with constructive criticism.  I welcome it.  Any writer should; that is how we improve our craft.

It can cost an easy $1000.00 for an editor to read your book and fix things.  Most self-published authors might make $10 the first year.  Now, the cover art is another bugaboo in that you can spend $500 on.

One of my author friends spent over $5000 to get her book on the market, and it is just sitting there.   In truth, unless you can score an agent or are very rich, it is a tough market.  If you can afford to navigate the shark-infested waters of predators, your novel is not going to be up to the quality of one published by Simon and Shuster.

This particular author has it for free on Kindle Unlimited, which is the kind of abuse he is getting.

If you cannot say anything nice, or at least constructive for your free read, keep your mouth shut!  That is why people write books like Dear Asshole.  You should get that book and read it in front of a mirror.  I would wager more than one of those pages will apply to you.  Just try to put yourself in someone else’s shoes before you write bullshit poison pen nonsense.

This world needs much more love and a lot fewer assholes!

Ever notice how you might be in line at the store, and everyone is polite.  You get in your car, and those same people will run you over while flipping you off.  That is the world we live in, and we need to change it.

Whew!  For you authors, if you would like constructive criticism as time permits, let me know.  With NaNoWriMo in a day or so, my time is limited but, I believe that a rising tide lifts all ships.

I donate a lot of time to local writers groups.  That is what I think we all should do.  Lift each other up instead of using them as a stepping stone to lift yourself while on their backs.

I know people who will Beta Read for a whopping $20… Can you imagine someone who will do that?

Yes, I have used them.

For you authors, realize that objectivity is not going to be your strength.  Also, understand that other authors will give your novel a one-star review because they have written something that competes with yours.  Yeah, some people suck!

I ignore one-star reviews, especially if they are under a pseudonym. Let’s face the facts; we give a percentage of the book away for free.  If they look inside the cover and buy it for a whopping two dollars after reading some of it, and then give it one star…sorry, that is unbelievable.  

I hope you find this post informational and inspirational. 

Much Love -TW

Another Week in the Books

A mere 642.5 light years from here.

Hello fellow writers, poets and readers.   The sun is three hours from switching the stars off.  I took an opportunity to climb out of my warm bed to check out Betelgeuse.  A mere 642.5 light years from here it is practically in the neighborhood.

The star is a red giant and is part of the constellation Orion.  Orion is my favorite constellation.

While the Big Dipper was most probably the first one I learned as a child, Carl Sagan opened my eyes to much much more.  With his iconic Billions and Billions of stars, Cosmos was one of my favorite PBS programs.

My novel Under Roswell had an adapted image of him on the cover, which I painted.   Since the original cover, I changed it after re writing the novel.

This morning the temperature is 41 F, no wind and the stars were easily spotted.  Even with the moon, Mars still in its close proximity to us cast its reddish glow.

Betelgeuse is dying and for all we know it may already be dead.  Its luminance has waned dramatically last year which means 641 years ago, something happened.

This morning it seemed like it might be a little brighter than it was last spring.  Any number of things could account for its magnitude.  From air pollution to an actual change in the star.

Why all this talk about Orion and the Stars?

If you have ever walked into a cathedral and looked up, there is purpose for its size.  We don’t have an image or statue of God to compare our lives to but, we have ‘his house.’

I reject man’s attempt to compare man to god in such a manner.  I understand why they do it, but, I don’t need it to revere God.

Now my friends, if you stand beside the ocean, which is a perspective I can appreciate.

Find a night like tonight, and go out and look up.  There are Billions and Billions of stars and we are made of Star Stuff.  That is humbling and that is why I identify with Orion and Betelgeuse.

Make the most of the time you have.  Remember, hate is like a poison you take in hopes it will affect someone else. 

Much Love -TW

Do you fall in love with your characters?

Are you writing about you?

Greetings, my fellow writers, authors, and friends.

I find it exhilarating when a character becomes more than a Skelton.  We, you and I start with an idea, and before you know it, we have become Gods.  Yes, we have created the Sahara or perhaps a moon with an atmosphere the Earth’s size that happens to orbit a failed star.

The tension, of course, is, what is the stability of the failed star? How close must the orbit be to a gaseous giant that is only working at twenty percent?

Our Captain ‘Dirk’ is either a lovable single syllable kind of guy, or perhaps it is a fierce redhead who her subordinates refer to as sir.

Somewhere in the pages, our characters become real to us.  We see them.  We can hear their soft sexy voice or perhaps the shrillness of her commands as she orders the helmsman to face the enemy five times their might.

Having written over 34 novels and then some, I find that my characters come to life in other stories.  They call that crossover, but, to me, I think it might be a little deeper.

What if we are creating the perfect lover?  When we play god, what if our needs and desires leak out from our axiomatic ink wells and land on our proverbial parchment paper?

Guess what my lovelies, they do.  If you want to know someone in an even more intimate way than perhaps their spouse knows them, read what they write.

Even on these blogs, I read many blogs that you all write.  You see, pets, if you are following me, the odds of me ever getting a hug or even a handshake are distant.  There are a few of you who I wish I could hug; I feel your pain in your words.

I peruse your musings.  Some of you keep it very much business and use your blogs to eke out a living. 

The truth is I have a company, a job that occupies much of my time.  I should be writing murder mysteries inventing a new Sherlock Holmes.  We could use a Digital aware investigator, with the charm of an English gentleman, don’t you think?

I write because it removes me from this world.  My characters, for better or worse, are all parts of me. My god, I think I know where they came up with the story for Cybil.

Some poor bastard fell off his trolley, and they left him or her with a pen and paper.

I have read many of your posts. Some made me laugh, some cringe, and others cry.  The world we currently live in sucks in so many ways.  I would count those ways, but that is counterproductive to who I am as a person.  To me, the glass is half full.  It must be.

How do we not fall off our trolley?

If you are young and healthy, I think you go about your life.  I believe that living in fear will create toxicity within you, much like harboring hate will. Those of you who have written such blogs, you know I am speaking with you.  Notice I did not say at you.  From me to you, this is a gesture of friendship and love from a stranger. I share what I do, so you know that you are not alone.

Like so many others, these words are much more revealing than if I were walking down Main Street anywhere, naked.  Our Body is but a house for our soul.

My relatives come from the other side of the pond.  Winston Churchill is in my family tree. I’m not too fond of cigars, but brandy, now we both could agree on that. I can picture him and I sitting in a library sipping brandy while discussing what must happen to save the country.

My characters are all parts of my soul, from my cheeky redhead in Presidential Assassins to Don in The Saga of the Starduster.

My god; what fun that was to be abducted by aliens!  To trek across the voids of space to wake up in a space station in another Galaxy.  Don, part of me, was kidnapped by a ship full of nudists.  Can you imagine nude aliens?

Kelly, she is part of me too.  She is the part that takes no shit from anyone.  Trust me; I have that side.  Unlike many of my writer friends, I love to shoot guns.  From skeet to competitive target shooting, a bad guy does not stand a chance in hell should he or she trespass.  That is one reason I can never return to where my cousin did so much, for so many, to have it all taken away by so few.

To be stripped of my right to bear arms is unconscionable.

Presidential Assassins is a thriller and a half, with sex and action.  Much more action but damn, Kelly is …mmmm.  It is too bloody bad Kelly could not get turned loose today.

There are other novels, some very naughty and some nicer.  My point is, all of those characters are parts of my Cybil. 

When I am at conferences, I don’t wear a badge that says TWScott.  I rather like that incognito mode.  You see, some might only read the naughty novels and think I am less of a person than they are.

That is why we use pen names, so the judgmental assholes of the world don’t piss in our cheerios. Yes, we walk among you mere mortals, so beware.  The truth of it is we all have our bedroom face and thoughts.  Those who would look at you or I, and think less of us should look into the mirror.

I hope this epistle brings you some comfort, some joy, and some laughs.  I meant what I said about not being alone.  There is much more that ties us together than tears us apart.  Those who preach hate on the cable channels are the assholes you should gird your loins to avoid. Someone is paying them to spread lies, misinformation, and well, propaganda.

Much love -TW

Why Do We Write?

Here is an example of POV switching.

I lead a group of writers where I live—inspiring them to write means that I must also be encouraged to write.

Here, let me inspire you.  This piece is off the cuff.

The waves crashed around her while walking the smooth sand.  Water had made the beach appear like silk with a sheen capturing the streaks of orange and shades of red from the morning sun.  Seabirds called to her as she made her way to her special place.

There among the rocks left by time and tide was her place.  A thrown of sorts created by Poseidon for his daughter.  That was her idea of it.  The wind blew through her sheer cover as it had done so many times before. 

She scanned the horizon to find nobody.  This time of year, the tourists had all gone home. 

The usual echoes of children’s screams and mothers telling them “stay close to the shore” were not there.  Other than the birds and the waves, ambient sounds were devoid of humankind.  It was sad in a way as she enjoyed the laughter of children making sandcastles.  Where were they today, she wondered.

The invaders with funny accents, and strange smelling lotions, were missing.  Most probably, many of them would be in a tiny desk, with the scent of chalk and crayons and the echoes of Miss Manners teaching them how to read and write.

Poseidon or one of his minions had erased all evidence of their invasion.  Locals had scoured the beaches, removing plastics and broken beach things, leaving it as pristine as Athena would want it.  

More birds cried out as if to welcome her. The scent of saltwater mixed with the occasional aroma of a bakery on 24th street. A mere half-mile from her thrown was where she would re-join the humans selling fresh muffins, teas, and coffees.

Jessica did not mind the locals.  Many of them, she looked forward to seeing.  There was Old Man Tanner, who always smiled while ordering his slice of banana bread and black coffee.  She would glance out the window at him, sitting under the umbrella reading an old tomb. The breezes tamed by the seawall would lift crumbs off his plate, feeding the small birds at his feet.

Then there was Priscilla.  She was a few years younger than Tanner but a widow, much like him.  Smiling at Jessica, she knew that her motive was transparent to everyone except Tanner, as she collected her slice of iced lemon loaf and her latte.  As she passed Tanner, her small dog stopped at his feet, sniffing of them, catching his attention. 

Tugging at her leash, Gypsy was going nowhere until Tanner scratched at the soft fur between her ears.

Tipping his hat to Priscilla, she smiled as the events played out much as they had for the last few weeks.

“Have you heard from Joe?” Old lady Simmons asked.

Breaking her attention from replacing a tray of muffins, Jessica looked into her piercing stare. 

The morning at the beach had been to clear my head from the letter I received yesterday. 

I could answer her in the affirmative, as Joe might say.  In truth, they had redacted much of the letter with large ugly black streaks, I was not sure if I had heard from him or his sergeant.

“Yes, well, I think so.”

The look on her face most probably mirrored my own.  The half-smile told me she remembered when her husband was in Vietnam. “They still use black marker?”

I shook my head.  “You would think with technology; we could find a way.” My voice trailed off.  She knew her words brought my fears up to the surface once again.

Martha Simmons had been a resident on the island for eons.  Her husband passed of cancer, and she swears to be damned; it was from what they used to defoliate the trees.  I would not argue with her as it was pointless.

“I am having a small party this Saturday.  Come by.  I know you would be the youngest, but I would love to have you.”

She was dear.  Martha wanted to take over for my mother after she passed. 

One of the arguments I would have tried to make to her regarding her husband is this. Tom and my mother both died of the same type of cancer.  I feared that the power plant across the bay might be at fault, but I had no way to prove or disprove it.

Joe might know how to make sense of it, but he was off in a desert a half world away looking for ghouls who sew the seeds of hate in their every action.  I just wanted him home.

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Yes, I just created this in the last twenty minutes, give or take.  I wanted to play around with switching from the third person to first.  How did I do?

POV is a very tricky part of the writing process.  While writing provides us with an escape from life, we can also use a short prompt to improve our craft.

Speaking of writing, I think I just wore out my Logitech Keyboard.

I love this particular keyboard, as it is ergonomically well designed.  Every time I hit the “quote,” the mark does not appear until I hit another key.

I changed out the batteries and it still does it.

This is the first keyboard I had to purchase stick-on letters as I have worn the paint off the CVJKLOP keys.  LOL

The model is the K 350…

Do you have a favorite?  What is it, and why?

Ok, well, happy Saturday to you.  If you like what I wrote, spend a minute telling me why. What worked and what did not.  Would you like more of it?

Much Love -TW

Open letter to the presidential team on Covid-19

It appears we know less now than we did.

Dear Dr. Fauci and company,

I think it is fair to say that information and guidance regarding COVID has at best been inconsistent.

Early on, I asked if the virus was airborne.  We were told no.

The virus is .004nm in size; you need an electron microscope to see it.  If we were to examine a mask under such a device, one must wonder what a mask would resemble.  Instinct tells me if one can smell anything wearing a mask, the virus will go right through it.  Most esters and smoke particles are much larger, around 4nm.  If you can detect the scent of hand sanitizer or the Sulphur from a lit match, either the mask is ineffective, or you are not wearing it correctly.

If your breath is fogging up your glasses, guess where your virus is going?  Yep, into yet another orifice, your eyes. Of course, it is now vertical or on the Y-axis.

Do you feel like people are too stupid to grasp this concept, or perhaps you think the mask is a psychological placebo, giving the masses the illusion they are doing something?

Is the virus airborne?

Have we attempted to trap air samples in crowds to determine the virus’s PPM?

I read where you have said that vitamins and other costly efforts are ineffective against COVID. Let’s look at the converse, are there things we do that make us more likely or susceptible to the virus?  

At this time of year, typically, many of us get a flu shot.  Usually, after we take one, speaking for myself and others I have talked to, we develop mild cases of flu-like symptoms afterward.

Does this scenario not make us more susceptible to catching COVID since we are now less well?

Even though the virus is dead, our body becomes a factory of sorts for antibodies that act as if they are attacking a live virus.  It appears our body is creating tiny ‘soldiers, antibodies’ to stand at the ready.  Is this an accurate portrayal of the immune response?

Since our body is creating antibodies, I suspect that it lowers our immunity to other viruses besides COVID.   Why do we feel horrible after a flu shot if it is not the flu? Does the response to the virus trigger those same mechanisms like a fever? Are we more susceptible during this time?

While on the mask’ philosophy,’ here is another question.  If we have a virus and are shedding it, if we are continually inhaling our breath, are we not adding more viruses to our system?  

Instead of shedding it as our body most likely does in self-defense, wouldn’t wearing a mask make the symptoms worse?

Lastly, I would like to visit with you about re-infection. Let’s assume the reports about re-infection are accurate. 

If one is infected and their body builds up antibodies, is this not what a vaccine does? 

My understanding of vaccines is this.  An antigen is introduced into the body.  This act triggers an immune response, which I have loosely talked about previously.  The body’s response develops antibodies which will identify and destroy invaders like Covid-19. 

If this is factual, either the re-infection is due to some anomaly with this virus or, we are overwhelming our bodies with the virus by inhaling large quantities of it, which would otherwise be shed through normal respiration.

Is the mask a good idea or not?

If I understand the physics of the virus and the body as laid out, I would think a mask is a terrible idea.

Now I realize some non-medical people will question my logic of wearing the mask and the size of the virus. 

For you, the explanation is straightforward. 

Once the virus becomes part of your respiration, the moisture, you know that humidity that fogs up your glasses will contain much of the virus.  While that which escapes on the X-axis will be blunted, remember that a percentage of your breath travels on the Y-axis both up and down past your chin. Your breath will moisten the mask over time as water droplets are much larger than the openings in your surgical type mask.

I am dying to see if we get an answer.

I will tag him, but if you want a response, re-blog this.

Re-tweet it, and so on.

We need to know these things.  I am sorry that journalism in this country is dead.  One would think someone in the media would have asked this.

Much Love -Tw

How much is that Doggie in the Window?

Is this a swamp monster?

This blog is as close to political as I will get.

The following is my opinion and, therefore, does not constitute any information that needs fact-checking by political hacks.

Since 2016 we were convinced beyond the shadow of a doubt that the president had colluded with Putin. We were told Russia is the reason Hillary lost.

We spent over 25 Million Tax Dollars and close to three years of his administration to investigate every nuance of the election. We had Spartacus moments to convince the public that Trump’s campaign was littered with spies for Putin.  It was reported he had a secret yearning for Golden showers from Russian ladies.

Yes, that was designed to make you think EWW and cringe, and for many of you to say on social media how depraved he is, as now you have the truth.  Funny, those posts were not edited or removed by the demigods of social media.

They were false.  Even the lawyers who used those lies to get the special investigation going knew they were lies.  We spent over 25 million dollars to have The View and the MSM drone on about ‘this is the nail for his coffin.’

Now I understand soap operas.   Hate more than love drives the viewership.

After three years of propaganda failed, we had a fake impeachment as a virus was unleashed from China.  While Trump took advice from a staunch democratic activist playing doctor, the rest of the world followed our lead. 

We still don’t know the truth about this virus.  Without the virus, removing Trump from office with the economy, job numbers, and so forth would be impossible.

Then we had the tech giants kill stories that differed from what the MSM pushed.  Billionaires, much like the Wizard in OZ, hid behind green ‘their money’ to pay protestors who, when asked, cannot tell you when the war of 1812 was, much less give you any reasonable guess as to the conflict. These protestors or ‘useful idiots’ akin to Hitler’s Brown shirts, act with impunity as someone has paid for their legal fees.

Hitler also had a ‘Defund the police campaign,’ so his Brown Shirts could rule the country at his behest.

In speaking with those ‘educated’ by our failed schools, we learned that they are equipped for asking if you want fries with that if this anarchist campaign fails.  How sad is that? 

The good news is burger joints won’t have to invest in millions of dollars of robots, as those who are burning the cities down can trade in their uniform for a brightly colored polyester shirt and maybe even a red button nose.

They will bitch because they are only making $15 an hour vs $50. I guess $50 an hour with a get out of jail free card to destroy the inner cities is good money if you can get it. 

Someone figured out that allowing stupid people to graduate would force the government to enable more H1-B employees into the country. We have raised a generation of idiots, useful idiots.  Idiots that will take $50 an hour to burn down cities in the name of hate.  Who pays these kids for their service?

Who spends millions of dollars to get DA’s elected that will not prosecute arsonists, looters, and rioters?

Isn’t it simply amazing that the virus is so smart that it only bothers people who attend church or Trump Rallies?  You can riot, loot, burn cars, businesses, and forests with no ill effects. Don’t go to church as the virus only lives there.

Oh, and don’t go to a gym whatever you do; those viruses wait for you in dark corners.  If you sweat, they come for you.

As the election draws near, we learn that Hunter Biden left a laptop loaded with incriminating evidence at a repair shop. He was too messed up to retrieve it. 

Is this a smear campaign by the right? 

Is Hunter that stupid?

Are any of the rumors true? 

How long does the FBI need to verify the veracity of what is alleged?

Think we might find out after the election?

How does Biden live like a king on a government servant salary?

Where does his money come from? 

What has he done for you in 47 years as a public servant?

One thing is evident to anyone with more than three neurons firing.  The media on both sides is using emotional triggers to get people out to the polls. 

I would proffer that none of us know the truth.

We only have the evidence of what has come to pass, and we have video of things each candidate has accomplished or said and not accomplished.

It is my firm belief that the Tech giants have too much control of the narrative.  I also believe that they are too smart to knowingly allow stories like the laptop to be banned from all of its platforms.  My gut instinct is they too have too many useful idiots working for them, who think with their hate.

Tech Giants like Facebook, Google, and Twitter, and yes, WordPress are either publishers or provide the service irrespective of content.  The tech monopolies are either responsible for all the bullshit disseminated throughout the world, or provide the service.   They cannot have it both ways. Unless they want to see their liability carve out eliminated, they best reign in their activists.

The media are either objective journalists or dime store rags to tell you when Big Foot will make another appearance. They either report the news or make it up, not both.  

While Nesse may need Biden’s PR firm so those rags can have something to write about after November 3rd, you should be suspicious of anything that is not factually backed up.

We, the people, should hold them accountable, and yes, that means defining what the media is and what it is responsible for.

Truthfully I long for the day when CNN once again becomes a trusted news source instead of a propaganda network for the demigods.  

Objectivity is dead in this country, and (a thinking person) should ask why? 

Who is paying who to keep silent on stories that are of importance to the world? 

Who is paying activists to search Facebook and Twitter, and other social media, on granular levels to kill stories or articles that they don’t like?

This activity is third world country stuff, and it needs to end.

Why can’t an R and a D sit or stand in one room and talk about the issues?

Because people like Rachel Maddow make it personal and emotional to trigger those who watch her.  If you are emotional, logic is gone. It is like bringing a knife to a gunfight.

Emotional people are loaded guns with a hair-trigger.  Go ahead, piss your wife off and then try to reason with her as she is tossing dishes at you. 

We have a nation of pissed off wives.  This is what the media has done to this country.  Those who have died because of hate are the result of the media yelling fire in an auditorium.  Yes, they are the spark, the inflammatory rhetoric which is patently false, to trigger people are the cause of the violence.

You my friends, are being played.  Who is paying them to play you, and why?

If your emotions are tweaked, you are being manipulated.  PR firms are paid well to figure out how to do this.

Save the Children!

You might not remember Sally Struthers in her Save the Children ads.  I do.  An incredibly small percentage of every dollar donated went to the starving children who lived in filth.  Starving children, much like the Red Cross disaster stuff, is big business and lucrative.

Now I am thinking about the freezing starving dogs with the haunting words of Angel by Sarah McLauchlan, wondering just how much of those dollars go to the cause.  Do you know…comment below.

PR firms and Ad Agencies are paid well to trigger you.  It is not hard. 

Politics is all about telling you what is wrong and who is to blame for it.  Truth is irrelevant. What can I sell?  If you invest ten minutes listening to me, and I can blame all the world’s woes on the other guy and make those woes personal to you, I have won.

The outcome of the election may not matter. 

Shocked?

The swamp, controlled by business moguls who own the swamp creatures, will keep whoever is in the White House in check.  Just because Trump donates his paycheck, signaling to the demigods he cannot be purchased, even he has his price, and they know it.  In the second term, I would watch to see what changes happen.

One candidate is a bargain compared to the other. One is an empty vessel with a running mate that would sleep with Satan himself for more power.  Too harsh?  No, look at her past.  She slept with a man twice her age for political favor.  Even he is telling the country not to vote for her.

She is a swamp creature and will fit in nicely with the other monsters.

The other is not a politician, and we can only look at the last four years.  No, you cannot look at news stories; you have to look at what he has done.

The moral of the story is, they are all still in the same pet store window.  Yes, this is my opinion.  That and a dollar might get you a cup of coffee.

I will be focusing on fiction and #NaNoWriMo soon.

Much Love -TW

Hello!

Should we just take a cruise and live on the edge?

This is a short blog just to let you know I am thinking about you.

Not edited or pretty, just a nice thought. Today I woke up to the nauseating sound of the alarm clock. There is no real reason to have it on but since COVID and business dwindling my give a damn seems sluggish.

Earlier I wrote about each day of lockdown until we got over a month. People, it October 15th and now we are hearing about re-infections.

Here is what I know about vaccines. The idea of a vaccine is to turn your body into an antibody factory. That is correct. The dead virus is introduced into your body causing the factory to turn on and create antibodies that will attack the virus with that strain of RNA. Hmmm. If there are re-infections that would lead us to think one of two things.

A: There is something special about this virus that is more powerful than antibodies.

B: The virus has mutated just enough that your antibodies don’t match that strain of RNA so, your body once again has to come up with new Antibodies.

Did I say two, how about a third idea?

If you are wearing a mask and, you become infected, just maybe by breathing your own air, you are saturating your body with the virus. As it multiplies, you keep sucking it back in to your body and your system is overwhelmed.

Finally after the better part of a year they tell us it is airborne. The mask you wear looks like a screen door to the raw virus as it is .004 nm . Once married to your breath, moisture the mask will blunt it on exhale but it will not stop it completely.

If you can smell anything through your mask, it is ineffective at protecting you.

While I would love any honesty out any government, I feel there is much they are not telling us.

I spent years in the medical complexes working with doctors, scientist and so forth. I left that mess to work in forensic computing.

Now, I am writing to you and fellow writers, while opining on the state of affairs.

Much Love -TW