God on a Shelf or Life on a Shelf

If you are my age or close, you might think back on the holidays with warm feelings. You might also think back on them, ‘you better be good, etc.’

As a young person, I drew the parallel rather quickly between Santa and Jesus. God or holy of holy was the adult version of Santa.

Instead of stuff, if you are good, you get eternal salvation. If you will notice that in many ‘religions,’ the goal post is fluid.

“What have you done for me today?” That makes you an eternal slave to whoever is pulling the strings.

Young folks have an elf on the shelf and a host of other motivations to ‘be good.’ Parents are practicing what the early church did by placing mystical powers into a plushie toy.

Before the elf, we had an imaginary guard who kept a list. Then there is the never-ending repertoire of Christmas songs tying Santa and Jesus together in one nice package. (Compliments of the early church.)

The retail establishment is capitalizing on greed and things that charm us push the lies even further and longer. Even before Halloween, we hear the little drummer boy on the store speakers.

By the way, whatever idiot wrote that song never had babies they were trying to put to bed. I dare say if he played his drum for him, Jesus would have been beside himself, and Mary would have been asking Joseph to throw the rascal out.

I digress.   

If you, as an adult, picture heaven or hell as depicted in biblical references, even the dullest of the dull will see that they were written to appeal to your fears and greed.

Streets of Gold

Jewels in Crown

The right hand of Jesus

Lake of fire

And so on.

Carl Sagan described death as a long dreamless sleep. He was an atheist, which is almost a religion unto itself. Was Carl on to something, or was he blinded by his revulsion of the early church and their long list of atrocities committed on their fellow man?

“What do you want for Christmas?”

I am asked this question every year for both the holiday and birthdays and so on. “If I wanted it bad enough to even think that I would like it or use it, I bought it already.” With Amazon, we shop at 3 am or on the toilette.

What do you want and why?

After the last two years of losing so many to disease, one quickly realizes that ‘stuff’ is not the answer.

In legalese, they call it ‘residual.’

The bible refers to it as things that charmed us. To those left behind, those things are a burden. Why? Undoubtedly, they will have some emotional attachment to the residual, and the cycle will repeat.

After losing family and friends, I get it. My garage is unusable as a garage, thanks to residual that is too good to toss and not my style to infiltrate my personal space. You might know a collector of things or perhaps a hoarder.

Antique malls and online shops are full of residual. From clothes to photographs, everything is there. Those things that charmed us at Christmas time or other occasions are also there. From toys, tops to board games, and yes, what is left of that EZ bake oven are on a shelf waiting for someone else to enjoy it.

I enjoyed watching that show the pickers. It was the perfect personification of what I am talking about. Shit in storage sheds, or as the bible calls it, things for moths to eat or rust to ruin.

I reject organized religion for what it is, brainwashing and a control mechanism. From the early church to modern-day religion, ‘to me’ religion is just another form of control. Using guilt to beguile you into giving of your time and treasure is just evil in the purest sense of the word.

Employing fear and greed as a control mechanism might seem like a good idea, but in reality, it does nothing but teach us to be ‘good’ when someone is around to see us being good.

This is part of the reason that the creature known as man is so messed up.

If you reject that theory, think about how you slow down when you see a cop, in front of or behind you. Instead of ‘being good’ when nobody is around, which we should be doing, we want others to witness our generosity when putting money on the plate. Very sad.

Don’t misunderstand me; I know there is an ultimate creator of all things. We can’t go to heaven or hell and come back with a phone full of pictures but, we can look at the evidence at hand. From what we can examine, we can develop a hypothesis that would be convincing.

The scriptures warn us to stay away from those who practice mystical things. Why?

I won’t go into this huge dissertation on why I believe what I believe but, I will say that we have a bicameral mind. There is much more that we are capable of as humans if we will ever look past our desires for things, or sex, or other forms of personal gratification.

While I am certain that the bible is NOT the breath of God or God-breathed, there is ample evidence that its creators, to some extent, were enlightened.  

There is also abundant evidence that man, in the form of a governing body of the masses, uses this book even today as a way to control you.

The early church was the school, the church, and the government. Any research on your part will bring you face to face with the harsh reality of the ugliness of mankind and how power corrupts.

No, I am not advocating purple Kool-Aid or joining the monks or even a monastery.  There is, in fact, no physical place to escape the harsh reality of mankind. Humankind is truly a misnomer in the purest sense of the word. By nature, man is not kind.

I am not advocating leaving the church. I am suggesting you dig into its history and understand how they use your fears, wants, and desires to manipulate you.

Enlightenment is the key to a happy life.  

Even in one of my naughtiest novels, I talk about this subject. Why there?

I want to reach those who would never pick up the bible. In many of my novels is wisdom derived from life, God, and yes, the bible. Weaved into the tapestry of stories that might titillate are also fragments of reality, truth, and enlightenment.  

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I put the Gospel next to the G-spot. Why?  Because that is what and who we are. Imagine staying out of church because some asshole preaches from Leviticus telling you that you are doomed as long as you are who you are. That is simply a lie.  

I was asked not long ago why I write such a diverse spectrum of novels.

Firstly, I know who and what I am. I am an angel in the kitchen, a sexual creature in the bedroom, and a purveyor of wisdom at the keyboard.

Anyone who denies this about themselves is a fool. We were designed this way.

Once you know who and what you are, then you can tear down the lies that got you there and begin to resurrect the person you were meant to be.  

I write what I write to speak to you, or some part of you.

I write to please myself, to perfect the craft, and with time, and a little luck, earn enough of a passive income stream so I can focus on what is important to me as a person and not to my bank account.

What about you?

What’s on your shelf?

It has been said, “that the truth will set you free.”  Free from what or who?

As long as you live a lie, you are in bondage to those who know how to manipulate you through fear, hate, and bigotry. With hate for your fellow man in your heart, it’s easy for those with an agenda to control you and keep you miserable.

I said that there was no physical place to escape the realities of this world. The constant stream of lies from the MSM might be a good place to avoid.  You can control your space and what you allow into your head.

I write under the Pseudonym TWScott because of where I reside. I happen to be in a nest of heavily brainwashed trolls who go to church every time the door is open. I often feel like I am living in the perpetual movie the Pod People.

Not all are this way but, if I were to write under my name, I would have to move to LA or Hollywood.

Most, not all, are the walking dead.  They work on autopilot and often nod their heads at anything they hear from the MSM or the preacher.

I want to know where Cain’s wife came from.  

Fun fact: If the flood story was factual and the arc landed on top of the tallest mountain around, that would mean that the ARC is somewhere around 30,000 feet.

The dove went out and brought back an olive branch while floating around at 30,000 feet.

Either God is a lousy scientist or the writers of that story didn’t understand atmospheric pressure, AKA Boyles law. I would wager the latter.

Either the ARC was floating around at -30C, or because of the amount of saturated air, they were at about 350C, and the Earth looked very much like Venus does today.

In laymen’s terms, the arc, if real and not literal, was full of frozen critters or crispy critters.

In order to get to the truth, you have to be willing to accept that you might be harboring some lies. Yes, those lies were certainly placed there by those that want to use them as a cudgel in some form or fashion.

The early church was the worst of the worst. History is littered with atrocities committed in the name of religion.

Know why you believe what you believe.  Don’t allow your crap to control your life. Treat others as you want to be treated. Do the right thing when nobody is around to see it.

No, Santa or the Elf or Jesus saw you not steal that candy bar. You saw yourself do the right thing, and that’s all that matters.

Much Love -TW

Sign of the times

The world is a stage, and we are all just actors. Shakespeare was on to something.  We have learned first-hand just how tenuous our first amendment rights with access to the world through social media. If you support the Orange man, your opinions were invalidated, muted, or squelched by tech moguls who control a narrative. Big Tech is not the only industry to control the narrative. Over the last four years, we have seen the absolute worst from the petulant elite demigods in Hollywood. Now I see the PR agencies are in full bloom, rescuing what is left of their shredded reputations. Who they are on the silver screen is not who they are in real life. We fall in love with the characters, but that is not who they are. What we fall in love with is a façade created by a writer such as yours truly.

I worked at a large PR firm for years.  We came up with new and innovative ways to sell product to consumers, but we also sold people.  Yes, that is correct; when an elitist pig does something that damages their reputation, we develop ways to fix it. We were hired to sell them as the good guys.

Just like Smollet, who faked his mugging to appear to be a victim of gay-bashing, racists Trump supporters, pr firms are working on it.

The man was so stupid that he kept the magazine that he cut the words from to make the infamous Trump Country note.  Yes, a PR firm has worked tirelessly to salvage his reputation.

Of course, corruption is when the DA dropped the case against him after he was caught.  Was she paid to drop the case, did they have something on her, or is she racists and wants to perpetuate the narrative that all Trump supporters are white supremacists?

Are the laws equally applied in this country?  Hell no. If you have money and power, there are a different set of rules for you.

If Harvey Weinstein had hired our firm, we would have tried to come up with ways to salvage his reputation. Someone did, in fact, come up with the idea of him looking frail and old by having him use a walker.

The world is a stage, and you should question everything.

Today I see on the news that one actress has been covered by the media doing something nice for animals. Not mentioning names, but I can guarantee that is a PR firm at work.

When the media begins to blow smoke up their skirts, prevaricates to you about how noble they are, you know it is all just a lie.

What is the take away from this?

If you are a writer, actress, or another public figure, you should keep your opinions to yourself. Some in that business are history, and it won’t matter if they ever work again.

Some who have tarnished their reputation with their vitriolic contempt for half the country will need the services of a PR firm or hope that people have a short memory.

Since I know the tricks, I will happily point them out.  I happen to think that one should be accountable for their actions.  If they screwed up, they should admit it and make a heartfelt apology and not compound their lies with more lies.

Just because you think it, does not make it so.

Your opinions are formed by the input you receive.  Yes, the media is biased, and if you only seek information from firms that you agree with, you are setting yourself up for manipulation by those who espouse propaganda and not the facts.

Lastly, and this is worth remembering, if your emotions are tweaked, you are being manipulated.  For a thespian to risk their entire career because they ‘hate’ something is idiotic. Possibly they should investigate the facts before they make utter fools of themselves.

I hope your holiday was good and I pray that you are safe and well. I have finished my latest novel and am in the process of editing it.

Stay safe and stay tuned; more to come.

Much Love -TW

Hello from my Hell

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

Public Nudity, the Quest for Happiness and Death

 

 

If there are no places around you where you could walk like God intended, let me tell you about such a place that most likely is around you if you are in a large city.

Here in Dallas, we have King Spa and Spa Castle.  Semipublic nudity is mandatory.  Let me explain that.

When you walk into the place you put a credit card on file with them.  In return, they give you a waterproof RFID doohickey that you wear as a bracelet.  This doohickey is linked to you while you are there.  Everything that you want is charged to that thing and eventually your card.

You can be barefoot but they will rent you some shower shoes for a lack of a better description.  They lead you back to the wet area where you are to disrobe and put your purse, clothing and so forth in a locker assigned to you.  From there you are nude among people of the same sex.

Not sure what this will do to the transgender crowd just yet.

You are now supposed to take a shower washing everything head to toe.

At this point, you saunter, wander or just walk proudly to some hot tub with jets and so on and relax.  If you came with your husband he is doing the same thing among a bunch of men.

Again what if a female thinks that she is a man, where does she go?

In this area, you can schedule a body scrub which is worth it but keep in mind they exfoliate everything. After that, you can get a massage and unlike the typical massages where they make sure you are draped, this is not the case.

If you decide to take advantage of the co-ed areas they provide a uniform for your use.  In that same locker is a very generic uniform that you put on and from there you can rejoin your mate.

There are wet areas for co-ed use but you will need to have brought a bathing suit for this endeavor which can go on under the uniform.

After a few minutes in the wet area, the anxiety of being nude passes rather quickly.  The culture of our Korean friends sees nothing wrong with nudity.

I as a writer, author, and someone who lives life; see nothing wrong with it either.

The only time when it is awkward is if you are the only one that is nude such as being in the doctor’s office where you are no longer a human but a living cadaver.  I fire doctors who treat me like that as I am a human and refuse to be treated like a piece of meat or symptom.

Working in the Texas Medical Center for years I saw many surgeries, trauma cases, and autopsies.  I mention this because it is there that we lose our humanity.  Once the autopsy is performed it is their job to put most of the pieces back inside the body, and sew it up much like the laces on a football.  One person described it as much like your turkey you pull the organs out of the chest before you cook it.  Here, after they definitively determine the cause of death they slice and dice almost every part of you other than your shell.

When  I saw a brain in a meat slicer, much like you see at the deli, I could never go to the deli again. To date, I still don’t shop at the deli.   Even though a man’s testicles are irrelevant to his cause of death, a woman once bragged to me how quickly she could castrate a man and measure his testicles with something called an orchidometer.

She then proceeded to demonstrate her skill.

It takes a special kind of person to do this work.  As an engineer, I was constantly confronted with the dead or in some cases dying.

I will never ever forget when I was working at the morgue on fine day. There was some sort of rush of dead bodies needing to get out of the morgue to their respective funeral homes.  A number of “people” were sewing them up in a large room.  The administrator was there watching them while eating a plum.  As she bit into it, the juices of the plumb ran down her face and she did not even try to stop them. Just when I figured that was sick enough I turned to see a guy sewing this woman’s scalp back on using her breasts to hold his bag of corn nuts up, to keep them from spilling.

As I writer I must confess, I could not make this ghoulish nightmare up.

Why, why am I telling you about this?

When you go to the hospital your clothes come off whether you like it or not.  If you die you are nude under a sheet until your body is just a shell, with anything that was you has been dissected ten ways from Sunday.

These people that do this job, I don’t understand them.  They took absolute delight in making me ill, every time I went there.

In Houston, they have or had something called the VIP room.  Buddy, let me tell you that room was anything but VIP.

If you like horror movies (heaven help you) this place made any movie you ever saw a walk in the park.  Texas Chain Saw Massacre my first horror flick was sesame street compared to this.

It is not until you smell death, especially in that room do you fully appreciate how precious life is. I have no idea why those folks enjoyed making me sick.  I finally was forced to leave that job, as I was traumatized and was not even aware of it.

It hit me that was the case one day when I was eating at some diner.  The waitress brought me my food and she had catchup on her elbow.  The flashback of the “jumper” that I had seen a week before came back, and I lost my stomach right there in that place. Imagine how that felt.

I am sure that the people who constantly used their jobs as a weapon, would have taken delight in that fact.

The dreams sometimes are still so vivid, that I wake in a cold sweat.

PTSD, yes, I understand it, and those bastards at that place did it intentionally.

Nudity; it is nothing. Without many exceptions, we are all built the same.  Some of us are a different body type.  Some are muscular and others their muscles are well hidden.

Live your life for this day and this time.  You never know when you will wake up and something will not feel right.  Or, you won’t wake up at all.

Watching the news I see so many who are either paid protestors or who are really angry and they are killing themselves.  Stress kills and anger is bad medicine. You might as well smoke and do drugs as they will kill you just as quickly as staying angry all the time.

I tell you the truth, my friends. If you are one of those wrapped up in the hate just look at the actual facts and don’t listen to the media.  They are orchestrating a coordinated attack on the president through spreading the same scripted stories to all their news outlets across the country.  The goal is to divide us on race, sex, and pit the haves against the have-nots.  They will tell you it is the Republicans fault even though the GDP is the highest it has been in years, unemployment is at 3.9% which is great.  Black unemployment is at its lowest in the recorded history of this country.  Somehow the media is going to spin their pack of lies making all of these positives into negatives.

They are killing you!

Hate is a poison that you take in hopes that it will affect someone else!  Don’t be there useful idiots.

Hate and anger release cortisol which ages you and causes your blood pressure to go up and could cause you to have a stroke.  Is it worth it?

Turn off the telly and read my latest novel Presidential Assassins.  A thriller that you will not want to put down.

 

Much love- TW