Is the First Amendment under attack?

In case you slept through school the first amendment is your right to free speech.  While I may not agree with the things that you have to say, I will defend your right to say them. That is what this country is all about unlike others.

Increasingly our rights are under attack by those that wish to chip away at our freedoms.

In my novel Under Roswell, I speculate that the government and big tech is spying on people.  I make veiled references to listening post and other high tech algorithms which sort through our daily lives and look for specific keywords or phrases.

Presidential Assassins which was just released I take that much further and talk about all the different ways that we are spied on in a very Orwellian fashion. I do this while telling you an exciting story of crime and passion along with a lot of action.

Today we learn that large tech companies use algorithms to systematically move search results up or down in their rankings depending on who is paying for what.  They also track your every movement so they can target you with ads.  Let’s say you were in a department store.  The competition is not far from there, and they are paying for targeted advertisements.  When you open up your social media, you will see ads from the other store.

So far that is relatively innocuous.  In fact, it is capitalism, although it is creepy.

Now let’s take that a step further.

What if we are close to an election season?

Campaigns are already high tech but, these large companies already know more about you than you do.  They can funnel negative news stories about your candidate and positive stories about theirs to your phone.  They are already doing it.

If today you google idiot and chose images most of them will be of Donald Trump.  If you can sit there with a straight face and think that is not biased, you are fooling yourself.  When companies can influence elections that is too much power in the hands of those that are unelected.

Ninety-two percent of Americans already get their news from the likes of social media.  The big tech giants are in the tank for left-leaning, and by left I mean communist level, left-leaning candidates.  Millennials are already leaning towards Bernie Sanders, a Socialist because he waves the free stuff banner in their faces and portrays those things like a right and not a privilege.

The middle class is shrinking and under attack by the alt left as they bring in more socialist agendas.  Sooner or later the entire country will look like London or California.  If they continue unabated, the country will eventually look like Venezuela.

Had the people of Venezuela been smart enough to understand history they would have known much like in the Weimar Republic, Hyperinflation is the last death knoll of a country before it must be reset.   When a country is reset, everyone, but the leaders lose.

The tech giants, Main Stream Media and even Hollywood elites are pushing for that because of their blind hatred for Donald Trump.  They are all the hyper-elite and will survive.  Everyone else will be working for pennies an hour when it is over while becoming slaves of the rich.

If you don’t believe me go research communism for yourself.  Research Stalin who said that the sharpest weapon is the printed word.

What he meant is the media is the most useful tool to push forward lies and other propaganda to rip a country apart and finish the destruction of a people and their way of life to reset it to something more authoritarian much like Hitler, Mau, Stalin, and too many others to mention.  Each of these “gentleman” saw to the death of millions of people in different and perfectly horrible ways.

Hitler’s crimes in comparison are child’s play compared to Mau’s and Stalin’s.

Not only is your first amendment and second amendment under attack but if the alt left has their way that whole document you know as the constitution will be tossed aside for something more equitable, for the elites.

Much like China today, your rights to think anything different than what you are told will be impinged upon.

Those cute little phones and other gadgets that we have grown to love are spying on you.  Tracking your every movement and soon enough listening to your every word.

If you read my novel, Presidential Assassins, you will see how I bring some of these theories to fruition in my latest thriller.

Thanks for the follows and of course the purchases as Presidential Assassins flies off the virtual shelf!

Your patronage is the highest compliment of all.

Much Love -TW

Hello and welcome to Wednesday!

For many of you, Wednesday is a milestone.  To some, it is known as hump day meaning we are on the downhill slide to the weekend.

A little different perspective might be, what did I do on Tuesday?  Did I spend every minute the best way that I could?  The week is half over, what have I got to do before the weekend? What will the weekend bring?

Some of you just let life happen, and others make it happen.

Which one are you?

I don’t think that there is a right or wrong answer, but there should be.  I am a control freak.  I admit it!  Very seldom do I throw caution to the wind and just wing it.  Even on those ubiquitous road trips, I have some method to my madness.

Each day will never repeat itself.  Break that down into hours, minutes and then seconds.  They will never happen again.  Are you spending them wisely?

My mornings consist of a hot beverage and some quiet time outside. I like to be alone with my thoughts as I think about the night and any dreams that I can recall.  Not far from my back porch there are tall trees that crows often play in.  I find something soothing in the call of the crow.  When I was a child, we lived close to a schoolyard, and I loved to hear the sounds of children playing.  To me, the crows remind me of children as they too seem to play games with one another.

I love the feel of the soft breezes on my skin and the warm morning sun as it greets me or me it.

These few moments sets the tone of the day for me.  Often I will do this out of the shower allowing the air to dry what water is left on me.  The scents and sights of the flowers from the garden delight me as I take them in.  I live in the moment.  What about you?  What is your morning like?  Is it hectic?  Are you an exercise person who maybe spends time on a treadmill or stair stepper.

When the weather warms up, I swim in the mornings for about thirty minutes or so and then sit there with my hot drink of choice.  If I am home that day, I might even add a little libation of some sort to it.

Life is short, and you must make time for yourself.

The world looks at you and me as taxpayers.  That is sad but true.  They want you to produce offspring so there will be more taxpayers.  The rich or elite live off of your backs and mine.

What drives the wealthy to make more money also drives them into an early grave.  Stress kills.  Can you live with just enough to be happy?

When life kicks you a little, kick back and pick up a book.

In many of my novels, I take you to such serene places like the ocean or plush fields with flowers and different birds calling out to you.  Some of them have magic to entertain you, and others have a romance of various kinds to allow you to live vicariously through one or more of my characters.

If you want a feel-good story read Diamond Joe.

Whatever you do this Wednesday keep it real.  Enjoy the day as it will not repeat itself.  Make a memory that will last.  Make this day and every day unique in some way.  When people tell me that the days of the week run together, I ask them to slow down.

We need to smell the roses which is a metaphor for living in the moment.  Stop for just a minute and take a breath and realize that what you offer to your employer is your life force.  Each and every heartbeat is what you are selling.  Your time is your stock in trade.  Try to enjoy what you do and make it special.

I get so many kind e-mails from followers and twitter people and yes from those that read my novels.  It is heartening to know that what I do makes someone’s life a little more pleasant.

As I make it through another day, I will be thinking of you.  I try to put myself in your place.  What would you like to read?  What story would you love to hear?  What would make your life a little more pleasant?

Can I weave those words or thoughts into some sort of a cogent tapestry that will accomplish those tasks? Input from you will make the mission easier.

Talk with me. I don’t bite, well I nibble, but I don’t bite hard.  What is on your mind? As I wait for the ideas to convalesce into some actionable sequence of events to put into words, is there anything that would excite you?

There is power in the pen or the keyboard in this case. What shall we create?

Thinking of you my friends.

Much Love -TW

Nude Webcamming, Is that something you would consider?

 

Greetings and welcome to my Blog.

Toward the bottom you will find and excerpt from Cyber Subs.

Tonight I wanted to answer some questions regarding some feedback, as well as some twitter comments.

“Did you know that you have some followers who are openly gay and even Trans?  Some followers of yours are openly porn dealers!”

“Yes, I know that some of my followers are gay.  Yes, I am aware that some of them are actively seeking clients for their activities on sites like My Free Cams.”

If I follow them or RT them, that does not mean that I endorse what they are doing.  I also will not condemn them. 

Yes, from time to time I will re-tweet those that follow me if there is something that I think others will find of value.  The ladies that “model” to fulfill fantasies of people around the world most probably do this in other local places beside the internet. Just a guess.

I welcome civil discourse from anyone that reads my blogs or books.  I will not judge you.  I may ignore you; if you are not pleasant.

If you were to gather some folks and put them all into a darkened room, I think you would find that what we have in common, far outweighs the biases that some impose on others.  I would encourage everyone to seek that which we share, and not that which divides us.

When I started marketing my books after I wrote several, someone followed me on Twitter who on her bio said “Cyber Whore or Slut.” I forget which.  Folks, I don’t judge people, that is above my pay grade.  If it were not for all of the different types of people in this world, it would be pretty dull.

If you ever get a chance to meet me, you will find that I will engage you in conversation.  Your tattoos or piercings or race or ethnicity or sexual orientation does not, or will not daunt me.  While many do this to rebel against that which is, I am not dissuaded.  I see through you! By “this,” I mean excessive ink or piercings or what have you.

Assuming that you are not stoned or incapable of articulating your speech, I welcome everyone to participate in civil, social intercourse. (talking)  Your ideas have merit!  Everyone brings something to the table.  I value you, just like I value those that read my work or blog or tweets.  It makes little difference if you are in lockstep agreement with me or not.

If we seek improvement or betterment, or as I like to say enlightenment, that is more than half the battle.   Someone once said, “if you are coasting, you are going downhill!”

Think about that, and then apply it to your life.

This person who followed me on Twitter piqued my curiosity as to why she would describe herself in such a pejorative manner.  Unaware that there was such a place as My Free Cams, I followed her link.  Her description was and is part of her marketing strategy.  That and some lewd pictures of herself.   I am all about self-discovery and accepting oneself for who and what they are.  I am also an artist who loves the human body of any gender!

I for one am thankful that she followed me.  We have talked a few times on Twitter. However, she has no clue that her spirit, if you will, is part of my book.

It took little time to discover what this site was about, and the fantasies that it facilitates. Some would say that this is probably a hollow existence. I have found however that imaginations, unlike people, seldom let you down.  One could arguably question the mental stability of those of us who choose to live vicariously through such actions; I would say that as long as you can separate the two, you are good to go.

Many of us live through some sort of fantasy, and not all fantasies are sexual. Some might watch sports, secretly envisioning themselves as the quarterback or the pitcher. When we read (and when we write) we live through the characters in the book.  That is why my characters are so dynamic!

Those that read EL James books are living vicariously through her characters.

Imagine if you will, allowing someone to pull down your panties and take a belt to your bare bottom. What could someone possibly get out of that? 

After a suitable amount of investigative research, I wrote such a book as an experiment.  Science Fiction is my usual mode of thinking when it comes to writing.  Exploring erotic fantasy with a technological bent was and is close.

Cyber Subs, no not submarines but SUBS!

Trisha and Denise were friends in a farming community in Kansas.  If you have ever lived in such a place, you know that it can get pretty dull.  Human sexuality being what it is, adding the internet into the mix, this story wrote itself.

Cyber Subs receives over 2500 hits every day.  Please consider owning your own copy, and by all means, give me feedback.  The price is low because I, like many, are independent authors.  That means that agents and publishers are not getting anything out of it.  It also means that we as authors do everything!  We write it, edit it, market it and do the cover art.  The amazing part is that Amazon and other e-publishing sites still get over 30%, and they do nothing.  They provide the place to put it along with millions of others.  They have some upfront programming cost, and everything else is automated gravy.

If you as an author or I chose to use their marketing tools, they charge for that as well.  That is why we enjoy it when someone like yourself reads our books and offers some feedback.  We love it when you give us feedback! I will guarantee that there are typos in our books.  Since I find them all the time in published Barns and Nobles type books, I can predict you will see them as well.  If you see them in my novels, please let me know.  I publish my books with a revision number much as software writers do with their code.  I will fix them when enough are found either by yourself, and or others like you, and fix them.  Once I do I will tweet about it as I did with Saga of the Starduster.  That novel is still my number one best seller!

Let’s see if we can get Cyber Subs to give it some competition!

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Much Love –TW

Below you will see an excerpt from Cyber Subs.

Trisha has bombed out at finding work in Kansas and decided to leave for Phoenix where her friend is managing to make a living.  What her friend does is shocking!

Escape from Hell

Trisha’s brother was secretly happy for his sister getting out of Kansas.  He knew that she was unhappy on the farm. After graduating from college, the jobs were not there.

“Do you think you will be coming home again sis,” David asked?

“David, I am not going to lie, I hope not, not to stay anyway.  I love you and Dad, but this is not for me.”

“After Mom passed I knew it was rough on you; Dad was so upset with you for leaving that he has me driving you to the airport.”

“David, I know you understand; I am not ready to be “the little woman” without the perks that go with it.  Farm life sucks!  I am twenty-six years old, and still a virgin for Pete sake, at least you get some action..”

“My friend Billy likes you, Trisha.”

“Billy, you can’t be serious. We are talking about a guy that failed gym class.  This guy fights the hogs for their slop!  I think I can do better.”

David laughed; he knew that she was right.

“Sis, come home for the holidays, there is little going on that time of year. By then maybe Dad and I will learn how to cook without poisoning ourselves.”

“Just remember, the smoke detector is not the oven timer! You will be alright.”

“Do you need me to park, and help with your bags?”

“No, one bag rides on the other, I got this David.  Stay in touch; you have my number.”

“Love you, sis, take care of yourself.”

David watched for a minute as she went to curbside check-in, then up the escalator as if she was running for her life.

Getting through the airport gave her time to think about what she was doing.

Her friend Denise moved before she graduated and managed to make it in Phoenix. If Denise could do it, Trisha figured she might too.

She missed her roommate and all the things that they shared; Trisha was looking forward to catching up.

The flight from Kansas City was bumpy as they went over the southern tip of Colorado on her to way Phoenix.  Once off the plane, it was evident that she was no longer in Kansas. The heat was intense; Trisha wished that she had a bottle of water as she waited on Denise.

A honking horn signaled Trisha that Denise was waiting along the curb for her.  It was all they could do to fit her luggage into the lime green Volkswagen that Denise had in Kansas.

“You still have Denny?”

“Can you believe it? How have you been sugar?”

“I was going crazy.  After mom passed, Dad has been a mess.  He and David are obsessed with the farm, and I got tired of being the “little woman.”

“That had to suck.  So, how long can you stay?”

“That is up in the air. If I can find a job and support myself, I might just stay here period.  Otherwise, I am going to try until my savings run out, and then buy a ticket home.”

“I don’t mean to sound cliché but Trisha; you’re not in Kansas anymore.  There are opportunities here.”

“You were pretty tight-lipped on the phone, what do you do to make it?”

“Don’t judge me, just listen and then we can talk.”

Pulling into the parking lot of her apartment complex, they each grabbed a bag and headed inside.

Denise had a three-bedroom apartment, a master, guest, and office.

“This is lovely Denise, ok, if you are managing this by yourself, I will try hard not to judge you, what are you doing?”

“Primarily I do waitress stuff, Trisha, opening her closet she showed her some outfits that belonged to a chain of restaurants that specialize in entertaining their men clientele.”

“You’re showing your boobs for tips?”

“I seem to remember you getting a few pinches on your bottom at the truck stop for tips; there is no touching here and, it is just some of the goods, not all of me.”

“If my parents had found out about those pinches, I would have been killed,” Trisha said.

“Me too but, we made some money, and we survived Lawrence Kansas.”

“In a strange way Denise, I miss those little pinches.  Does that even make sense?” Denise smiled at her reaching behind her, pinching her bottom, “are you better now?”

“Thanks!” she said laughing at her. “Are they hiring?”

“We are, and I already have you pretty much hired, are you up for pulling a shift tonight?”

“Without even an interview?”

Touching Trisha’s breasts through her blouse, “honey, with these things, if you wear one of my outfits here, talk like you have a few neurons firing in that beautiful blond head of yours, it will not even be a question.”

Trisha liked the feel of her touch.  She wondered what had changed.  Denise had never felt her before in any manner.

“If I can make some money, it will extend my stay, are you sure you are ok with me staying here with you?”

“For the first week or so, you are my guest Trisha, if you feel like you can make it, and you want to stay, share the rent and groceries with me.  Deal?”

“Ok, I guess I can wait tables again.”

“After we get you unpacked, let me show you a few tricks to get the most tips.”

“Like we used to get the answers for the test and share them?”

“Just like it…We are going to have fun.”

“I have missed you, Denise; do you remember all the adventures we had?”

“You mean the trouble we got into with the sisters?”

“Yea, that too, but we had fun.”

“Between the farm and school, I could not wait to get out of town!” Denise said.

“It was bearable until Mom died of cancer. After you left and she died, I could not stand it!”

“I am surprised you lasted as long as you did.”

“I think I still have bruises from Barney at the truck stop.  Are you sure they don’t touch here?”

Denise looked at her bottom and then her, “you know, with that bottom and those boobs, you may make more than me. No, they don’t touch.”

“You said primarily you wait tables, what else do you do?”

“Are you still open-minded?” She asked.

“I will still smoke weed if you can get it, how open-minded do I need to be?”

Denise led her to her office.  Opening the door, it looked more like a photography studio than an office.

“Ok, I will bite, what is this?”

“Trisha, I make a lot of money with this, and I have fun doing it.  I smoke a little grass, drink a little wine and tease the hell out of people from around the world.  They do not know who I am, or where I am.”

“Still not judging here, I have seen some cam stuff on the internet, is that what you do?”

“I am not sure what you saw but, do you remember Stacy that lives on that farm on the east side?”

“Of course, what about her.”

“I saw her on here, out in the field at that picnic table doing this from the farm.”

“You mean the picnic table we all ate watermelon on a few years ago?”

“Yes, and we played in the kiddie pool, it was still there!”

“Small world, how do you keep people from knowing who you are?”

Pointing to wigs, makeup and other outfits in the closet, she looked at Trisha. “Still not judging me?”

“No, I think I have butterflies in my stomach thinking about what it must be like to do that.”

“The first few times it was fucking awesome.  There is this huge adrenaline rush.”

“Do we have time to see some of this before we go wait tables?”

“Help me fix some lunch; we can watch a little while we eat.  I can take the laptop out to the kitchen.”

Trisha had obtained a quick tour of the camera site before they had to get dressed.  Fixing her clothing to look like she had worked there for years, the manager hired her on the spot.  Denise trained her in no time; it was a limited menu.

On the way home that night they stopped for fast food.  “What did you think of your first day?”

“I should be exhausted, but I am wired.”

“We have the same schedule; Burt knows that you are staying with me, and he likes you.  Between the two of us, we will probably bring in more customers for him.”

“These boobs have not done much for me so far; why not bring in some money?”

“That is the way I look at it. I am good for a couple of hours, would you like to watch me cam a little?”

Trisha looked at her, “Ok, I think I would, that will be terribly personal won’t it?”

“You are my oldest and dearest friend, besides; you might like what you see.”

Trisha now knew that something had changed with her friend.  A frisson went through her, as she thought about how this night might end. Denise set her up in an opposite corner of the room with her laptop logged into the site.  Trisha could see the cameras that Denise was using as well as a behind the scenes look.

This novel is 105 thousand words of a story.  I admit that it has some tawdriness to it but, it is a complete story with humor, love, plot twist and turns and even some remote love of a very different kind.

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-TW