Greetings Fellow Earthlings

What does Normal look like?

I am wrapping up a companion book to How to be a Camgirl.  If you don’t know what that is, it’s ok.  We don’t judge here and I am not about to start.  This book is called Camming for Couples.

While there are a few who will look down their nose at those who model, keep in mind that we all need to eat.  With the virus morphing and changing, much like actors on a screen, they do what they do. It is my hope that this non fiction book can assist them in their vocation.

The editor has it now, and I still have to come up with a book cover. 

What’s next?

Today marks the one-year anniversary of ‘two weeks to flatten the curve.’  What have you been doing with your time?

After I sent Camming for Couples off to the editor, I started a science fiction.  The damned thing has a virus as part of the problem, which undoubtably is being done to death. So, why write it?

Unlike our predicament here on planet earth, which is ruled by imbecilic creatures that should be in those nursing homes, my virus is a bit player.  Aliens are coming to the rescue.  Providing the method to save our skins, they are only giving us a hint at how to live from here.

Two chapters in, stay tuned.

Why write it?  Firstly, it is on my heart to write it.  Secondly, it is therapy to write it.  It amazes me just how many books have been written with the virus as the main bugaboo.  When Epstein was big in the news, I wrote Schadenfreude which was a novel about sexual impropriety on an island.  

You know he didn’t hang himself… I wonder what is to become of his girlfriend?  I would love to interview her after the trial.  Twenty-one days after we had minus 18.9 C today, we had 23.89 C.  Yes, the air conditioner was switched on…

That is the way we roll here in Texas.  From snow and ice to BBQ and Sunscreen. 

Ok, back to my latest novel, I have aliens to seduce. 

Much Love -TW

Open letter to Dr. Fauci

Are you ready for 2021?

Firstly, I want to thank you for all that you do and have done. 

You have undoubtedly witnessed the chaos in our country’s streets, not only in the USA but also in London and elsewhere.  Much of the turmoil stems from fear, anxiety, and an uncertain future.  Sadly, much of the anarchy stems from the mainstream media hyping the virus, using it as a political cudgel to manipulate an election.

Many deaths I fear are due to misinformation.

Anyone who has ever worked in PR knows the way to manipulate the masses is through their emotions. Emotions such as fear, hate, and revenge are the go-to emotions to stir people into action.

As a writer I use them to engage the reader.  It would seem the media does the same thing.

I wanted to put some things into perspective. This open letter, addressed to the good doctor, is available for intellectual debate and not emotional pandering.  The time for emotional opinions is over.

I think we have seen enough of this childish behavior in the last four years.  The uneducated talking heads read the same script, and spew opinions from people who have no idea what a micrometer is, much less a nanometer.

‘Stay six feet apart and wash your hands!’

Is that you the best you got?

While many pundits are pleasant to look at, they appear less intelligent than the virus. They are actually screaming fire in a theatre.

It worked, the crowd stampeded while burning cities, killing innocents, and the pundits placed the blame on those trying to stop it. They told us that the virus was not an issue to the rioters but for those who want to go to church, the virus was evil and would attack them.

In speaking with people worldwide, when you boil it down, we all pretty much want the same things. 

Firstly, let’s talk about the virus.

The virus can only be seen with an electron microscope.  The virus is, in fact, .001 to .004 nm.  Compare the virus with a perfume ester or a molecule of smoke; you will see that they are sized around .4 to .7 micrometers. 

Here is a more descriptive measurement for you. 001 Nanometers is exactly 1e-5 micrometers. Your mask looks like chicken wire to the virus.

Put in laymen’s terms, if you can smell perfume, smoke, or anything wearing a mask, the virus can easily penetrate it, in either direction.  Yes, that includes when it is encapsulated in moisture.

Will a mask, not a bandana, blunt the distance a virus can travel during a cough or sneeze? 

This is another misconception we need to deal with.

When this first started, I believe you, Dr. Fauci, were telling the truth.  A mask would offer no help or protection. 

When we wear a mask, or even a cloth covering, we force our exhaled breath to travel as if on a jet toward the ceiling or along the Y-axis. This is why our glasses fog up.

If you have ever sat near a shaft of sunlight in a room, you undoubtedly noticed the specks of dust leisurely tumbling as if suspended in a zero-gravity environment.  Had you patted the couch, pillow, or what have you, you would have seen a plume of these tiny particles escape the surly bonds of earth’s gravity to float around the room until once again gravity caught up with them, hours to days later.

Even with the moisture, that virus goes like a rocket.  The virus goes up like a mushroom cloud or through the sides of your mask.  If you got a thermal imaging camera, you would see just how ineffective a mask is.

The media does not want you to realize this, because complete submission to the powers that be seem to be the goal.

If you want to fight the virus, I think education and the truth are the right places to start, don’t you?

You might say, well, let’s get everyone to wear a spacesuit or walk about in a bubble.  I am certain that Amazon will have a link to such a thing, right after it is mandated from the government.  Five will get you ten the Chinese are already creating such a thing to sell on Amazon.

By the way, how much have you spent on masks, hand sanitizer, and such this last year?  How much of your lives have been disrupted?

We should address the lifecycle of a virus.  Yes, I know a virus is not ‘alive’ in the most real sense of the word but, for argument’s sake, let’s pretend that it is.

As the virus finds lovely warm moist places to thrive, ‘your sinuses,’ the excess viruses the body sheds. This is how we spread the damned thing.  Might this also be the way that the virus does not kill its host?

If we wear something that does not allow us to shed the virus, this is a question, does it not make sense that we are taking in more of the virus, allowing it to be much more effective than if we were to get rid of it?

Lastly, we need to find a way to determine just how airborne this virus is. I propose we invent some dust buster equipped with a material that will collect virus samples and other viruses and bacteria in an area to be tested.  The device’s purpose would be to find the PPM of viruses in different settings and elevations such as high rise buildings.

I have ideas on how this would work; if interested, ask.

I want to search elevators, offices, hospitals, yes, sports stadiums, grocery stores, etc.

The problem is, the virus is invisible.  We need to find a way to shed light on it, to know where it is safe.

We look at the airport terminals, and everyone is standing 6 feet from each other in line.  Once in the plane, they are all next to each other like sardines in a flying coffin.  

What is the PPM of the virus on an airplane?  What sense does it make to social distance in the terminal?  Are we all that stupid?

I think you will find that the virus is airborne, and there is no safe place to be.  My gut tells me that is how it made it to Antarctica.

If dust can stay aloft for hours on end with much more mass than the virus, what effect will gravity have on something so tiny you need an electron microscope to see it.

For my usual readers, thanks for hanging in there with me.  We need to get this to our leaders.  I can think of no better way than to get it to go ‘Viral.’  Yes, that means to press it, blog it, retweet, and so on.

If I am wrong, tell me with facts that you can back up.  Not because ‘I said so.’

China should be taking the lead on this, but I suspect they do not want to appear inept and certainly don’t want to admit this is their screw up. 

Oh, and there are politics involved, so they need to take polls, canvass the people, and have countless meetings to draft thousands of pages of a bill including money for gender studies in Pakistan before they come up with funding to research how to see the virus.

Do you ever feel that we could do without DC? Just possible each state should leave the US and become the country of…  I live in Texas, I like the idea of Texas as a country.

The virus is the enemy, and we need to learn all we can, including where it is in the highest concentrations.

It is not rocket science; think outside the box.  We need to find a way to ‘see it.’

For laughs I did some research on the size of the virus.  It would seem that some reporter has completed some research and the virus is much larger than what we have seen and witnessed.  It is now larger than smoke molecules so you are safe to wear the mask and fly the friendly skies.  A reporter has said it is so and you know they would not fib.

Hey reporter, can you show me the virus in an optical microscope and not an electron microscope? Pretty soon the virus will be larger than beach balls…  PFFFT Anything to get your fifteen minutes.

There is one thing the reporter and I can agree on.  An improperly worn mask will allow more contaminants in and out.  So, how exactly do you properly wear a bandana?

Here is one last item for thought.

<p value="<amp-fit-text layout="fixed-height" min-font-size="6" max-font-size="72" height="80">The world has spent the last nine months sequestered from the normal things we would encounter.  We have avoided bacteria, viruses and alike.  As we continue on the track to flatten the effing curve are we not also lowering our immunity to other things that normally we sluff off with a runny nose or perhaps feeling ‘icky’ for a few days?The world has spent the last nine months sequestered from the normal things we would encounter.  We have avoided bacteria, viruses and alike.  As we continue on the track to flatten the effing curve are we not also lowering our immunity to other things that normally we sluff off with a runny nose or perhaps feeling ‘icky’ for a few days?

Are we not setting ourselves up to be floored by the common cold, which is also a corona virus?

BTW, if we can come up with a vaccine for the Covid virus in less than a year, which is a corona virus, why do we still have no vaccine for the common cold? Is money the reason?

I won’t hold my breath for a reply.  I know the answer.  It revolves around politics and money.

Much Love -TW

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

I Get It

Conspiracy theories are the stuff of writers everywhere.

I read many of your blogs where some of you are bitching about the virus.  It is not so much the virus you are complaining about but how it has affected your lives.

Total truth in transparency, I am too.  I am a people person.

When you discover that you forgot your mask and have to return home just so you can pick up a few things at the store, yes that bites.  That is the problem with using a mask we wash.  So, keep a few store-bought ones in your purse or car.

Some of us are so vain that wearing a mask covers that expensive dental procedure or perhaps yes, that last minor fix from the dermatology folks or even our friendly surgeon who erases the effects of time.

I get it. 

Some are so self-centered that they don’t give a damn and do what they want or what they feel.  The truth is your ignorance does not excuse you from being responsible for your actions.

Those of us who ‘think’ know that for the foreseeable future, life will look different.  Until the political elite stops using the virus as a cudgel and get the truth disseminated among the rest of us, only then will we honestly know what ‘normal’ is.

In the states, if it were up to me, I would vote every long term politician out of office irrespective of political stripe.  Talk is cheap, and that, my friends, is all they offer talk and lies.

While a particular politician told us not to worry about the virus, she was investing heavily in Amazon.

When public servants become millionaires, you should kick them to the curb.

Our social media platforms are working against us, too, which is troublesome. I posted a question about an individual person’s laptop, and my account was suspended.  That is an infringement on free speech.  I happen to believe that selling access to the Vice president of the US is treason. Why is the media covering this up?  Why are the social media giants carrying water for them?

While the reality of conspiracy plays out on the nightly news and the tabloids, as a writer, it is all fodder for my next Kelly McGuire novel.

I finished rewriting and redoing the cover on Presidential Assassins The God Killers last night.

In preparation for NaNoWriMo, I wanted to finish this project so I could jump into my next project.

Check out my book and tell me what you think.  If you like it, leave me a review.

COVID has changed all our lives.  The holidays will not be the same.  Those special dinners and times when you go over the river and through the woods might not happen this year.

Grandma has Skype and Zoom, and just maybe it is time for you to learn how to make her stuffing or perhaps pumpkin pie.  If you live by yourself like many of us, well, just maybe it is time for you to pick up a good book, sit back with your hot tea and a warm blanket, and get lost in the world of a writer’s mind like myself. 

I will not hazard a trip to my children’s house if there are grandkids who wipe their snotty noses with their fingers.  They don’t appreciate the invisible enemy’s hazards and what it can do to more mature individuals.

As much as you might want that cuddle time, it is not worth it. Call them, skype them, or even use Alexa to talk with them.  Find a way to connect where you are safe.

For us writers, NaNoWriMo is upon us; why not use this time as an excuse to hide in your lair and allow your imagination to run wild.  Unleash your mind and vomit the world you dream of on the screen or paper.

There is a race to the cure, as there are considerable dollars in play.  Someone will come up with something soon.  The snow will melt, the leaves will return, and 2020 will be a blip in the history books.  Those of us who have lost people will remember them, honor them and press on as we must.

That bell will toll for us soon enough, don’t waste your days waiting on it.  Make your mark, tell your story, and reach out to those that you love.  Find light over dark, love over hate, and stop lamenting that which you cannot control.

Much love –TW

The Three Hundred

David never suspected that the Ularins targeted him to save the human race.

Blinding White Light

The white orb in the distance is all that was left of home.  Once a thriving population of over three billion people, it was a cold dead rock.  The beacon alerting wayfaring travelers to steer clear of this world was set on automatic. 

Powered by the radiation emitted from the globe, the message would repeat until such a time there was insufficient radiation to fuel it. The message created in all known languages warned of the extreme radiation hazard.

“We set the last of the beacons, what now?”

“We have enough supplies for three months give or take. Did the Ularins leave us anything in the database regarding habitable planets?”

“They wiped all of the information except one-star system.”

“Where is it?”

“300 light-years in that direction,” Bill said, pointing to a small blue dot.

“The binary sun?”

“It is nothing like we are used to.  Two blue stars locked into a death spiral.  Why that star system and not one like ours is anyone’s guess.”

“That is in the handle of the big dipper, isn’t it?”

“Yep.”

“We are looking at an image three hundred years old, for all we know it has collided and is already a supernova.”

“They selected us and brought us to this ship; they must have had a plan,” Bill said.

“They gave us a puzzle and a fighting chance.  We have two hundred and ninety-eight other souls on board; let’s hope one of them has some ideas.”

Bill turned to leave as David sat there looking at the planet, which was no longer blue.  Passing outside the orbit of the moon, the earth appeared much like Venus.  A white dot against the ebony backdrop of nothingness.

The old base on the moon was now vacant, as the last of the Ularins headed out on their next mission.

***

Years before, David had been an advocate for humanitarian groups to eradicate the diseases where the plague had popped up.  There were hot spots created by mass migrations of people who had no food.  Much like the locust that gave them a reason to migrate, they traveled in packs overwhelming ‘civilized society.’ Destroying infrastructure, taking what they wanted before burning it to the ground, they murdered the people who were there before them..

His part of the military focused on finding those responsible and stopping them by any means possible.  Finding the blackened remains of towns, David threw up the first time he saw what was left behind.

Pregnant women had been tortured, their breasts cut off, and babies cut from them only to be eaten.

Young women were taken and raped, men were killed, and children either became slaves or were eaten.  Finding children and babies on spits over what was an open fire shocked them profoundly.  David and his group were disgusted by these animals.  They sought to wipe them from the face of the earth. Society had been pushed to the brink. Those that were pushed, de-evolved into the savages they came from eons ago.  His anger was causing him to de-evolve too.

Lawlessness broke out in every country, and the government ceased to be effective.  Killing its own people by the tens of thousands only sparked outrage by civilized society.  A civil war between the people and the government pitted father against son.

David left the military when his tour was up.  He did not like where it was headed. The fabric of the military broke down when they were forced to use missiles, tanks, and other weapons of war in the suburbs where they grew up.

Turning their weapons on their respective governments, society stopped.

A virus created to eliminate the old and sickly was set loose on humanity. The elite held the formula for the vaccine and kept it a secret.  The virus would remove millions without one bullet fired.  The single strand of RNA, like most unstable viruses, evolved.  The vaccine designed to protect the elite failed.

This virus was a genetic doomsday device.  Created to be thousands of times more infectious than its closest related cousin, it was unstoppable. 

Turning the body’s defenses against itself, those who caught it died a most horrific death.  Much like fish removed from the water and left on the beach to gasp for breath, this was the fate of billions of people, young and old alike.

The earth was languishing in pestilence. Millions were dying every day.  Large fires to eliminate the bodies that were once a weekly occurrence, turned daily.  Massive fires never ceased to reduce the bodies and try to control the plague. Some countries hauled the remains up to active volcanoes, where the earth could devour its own.

The odor of burning human remains only magnified the stench of rotting flesh.  No pocket full of posies would fix this.

What were once a proud people, were now piles of porcelain teeth, titanium knees, and hips, with the occasional golden nugget that was once the pride of someone’s mouth.

The Ularins had been watching from the moon.  Listening to our broadcasts, they had seen it all before.  An intergalactic police force, they waited patiently to see if the humans would evolve.

With the death of so many, so too was the end of any infrastructure to supply food.  Those that would survive would need to be the ‘master race.’

Pulling pages from Joseph Goebbels’s life, the media became the propaganda machine controlling the people through fear, emotional triggers, and hunger. There were still megalomaniacs in the world who believed that some form of equilibrium would occur, and they could swoop in and offer them a solution.

The virus had other ideas.  Science had reached its zenith and fell short of its ability to sustain itself. Those who worked to cure the effects of the illness succumbed to it.

The media let the phrase slip out, ‘A man who does not benefit the world by his life does so by his death.’

Re-writing ancient text to include this aphorism into dogma, had a minimal effect.  Many who had never cracked the sacred book before, had little idea what was original and what had been added as a control mechanism.  History had been erased by those who felt they knew better.

Those that read the text and committed suicide to aid the rest were too few to be of any use. 

Extolling the virtues of abortions through the media, were also too little too late.

Little did those who tried to limit man’s population know that they would need babies.  While supply and demand for resources should equal out, the virus had other plans.

Gang warfare became a nightly occurrence as city after city was torched by the ‘have nots.’ Politicians hoping to capitalize on their votes, lost control and soon became victims of the mob.

As resources became harder to come by, the average age of those that needed to die went down from 70, to 60, and then to 50.

The virus was tweaked again and released on to the world stage.  Younger megalomaniacs took over the development of the virus, the war efforts, and the propaganda.

Children were slaves and forced to work in the fields.  If they wanted to live, they worked from sun up to sundown.

The media dutifully told the world what was wrong, and whose fault it was. Of course, what they were preaching was whatever the elites told them to say.  Government controlled fact-checkers quickly debunked clandestine videos of the truth.

Slavery by non-disabled people was praised as patriotic, even when it meant bringing most of the food to the ivory towers of the gods.

The Ularins paid attention from their base 250,000 miles above the earth. Scouting missions were a constant as even certain media would release reports of UFOs by independent journalists.  The mainstream media used those reports as distractions. 

***

David had worked hard teaching people how to farm.  People who had grown up in front of computer screens were thrust back into an agrarian culture.  He had grown up in Iowa and knew all about Farming.

With the death of the internet, social media lost its control over the masses.  Radio and TV were next to come under assault from the lack of power.

When Samantha, his old neighbor, heard what David was up to, she contacted him via radio, using solar panels and batteries for power.  Traveling home, the two were once again on the same farm. 

He listened from the porch as he heard her inside with pots and pans on the top of the old potbelly stove.  The aroma of cornbread and roasted chicken filled the air.  Sitting on the porch of his parent’s house, the stars were more vivid than he had ever seen them.  Samantha was inside, trying to keep from burning their dinner.

Once the government fell, those who still had weapons put an end to the roving gangs.  It was not only the criminals that did not turn in their guns; it was also the farmers, the people who did not live in the city, and those who knew history.

What the virus did not kill, they did.  It was kill, or be killed. Those that knew how to survive bit their lips and defended what was theirs. 

With no lawyers, judges, or politicians left, the society which survived the plague, and the riots were polite.  It was not uncommon to ride into town and see people with stretched out necks, swinging in the breezes. The law of the six-gun returned overnight. The gang bangers did not know how to react when people fought back. 

The silent majority was silent no more. 

Coyotes from the river sent out their lonely calls. David made sure his livestock was safely in the barn.  Not unlike the roving gangs, the varmints were hungry too and were much more cunning.  David had set traps, as coyotes are nothing more than dogs that are not tame.  Dog meat is edible.

While David was looking up that stars, he had little clue that someone was looking down at him.

***

The roving gangs that were still alive brought their unique diseases with them.  Setting up radio links, the farmers knew their movements.  Assaulting them on their own grounds, there were more piles of bodies that needed to be discarded.

You either provided for the common good, or you died.  Goebbels would be proud.

The population of the planet went from billions to millions to thousands.  The remoteness of the clans halted the spread of the virus.  If they controlled the gangs, the virus would stay at bay.

The rich and powerful became the hunted. People learned the truth about the media, the lies, and what governments had done to them.  Those who were filthy rich became worm food.  Even on their private islands, they were sought out and destroyed for their treachery.  The list of billionaires who played god became the worlds most wanted.  There was not a safe place for them to hide. They had betrayed everyone, even their servants.

Part of the original design of the virus was to sterilize women.  Anti-abortion groups made it too hard to get the population under control.  The designers of the virus had the virus attack the endocrine system, among other things causing the hormones that generally control the fertility process, to stop working. 

New births plummeted before the virus mutated, eventually taking out those who were vaccinated against it.

Distancing on a massive scale would stop the spread but ensure that if they ever traveled too far from their clan, there was mutually assured destruction. Each group had their unique genetic version of the virus.  Their herd immunity only protected them.  They thought that was their answer until the biting insects infected the animals that occupied the skies, and even the livestock.

Another reason for the extreme distance requirement is the virus was airborne.  In order not to panic the masses, the governments of the world did not share that information, using draconian methods to control the spread instead.  If the virus spread, they blamed the population and not the fact that it was airborne.  They missed the mosquito as a carrier. Nobody suspected it until a researcher discovered it while researching other pathogens that seem to be mutating and traveling.

Since it could only be seen under an electron microscope, the researcher that discovered it disappeared before she had time to announce her findings, so the gods thought.

A release from a hand written note made it an underground radio station that informed the public much to the chagrin of the government.  To control the masses they needed to control the flow of information.

This bit of data turned citizen against citizen, which was another distraction from the truth.  There were reasons that the gods did not wear PPE.  They knew it was worthless.

Sterilized and separated, radio from a primitive time allowed some to communicate.  Creating energy from wind, solar, and biofuel, gave some lights, but few knew how to utilize feces as a form of fuel. Even fewer knew how to farm.  These electrical devices had a finite life span. There were no more factories.  If they could not make it, grow it, or steal it, they did not have it.

The gradual demise of the animal called man was in the works.  Those who stayed in the city did not last long.  That is where the gangs stayed until all of the resources had been depleted.  Rats soon were the only living creatures that inhabited the skyscrapers, where the gods used to live.  They carried their own version of destruction.  The bubonic plague followed the rats into the streets, alleys, and gutters where the dead and dying laid, waiting to become food for the vermin.

The gods were massacred by the very people they sought to control.  When the lights went out, and money was no longer useful, their own guards turned on them.  Some gods were tossed off the roof of the 32nd floor for an audience who craved blood.  Anger filled their hearts. After there was no more gods to destroy, they turned on each other.  The streets ran red, attracting more rats to the feeding frenzy.

History was replete with this very behavior, but of course, the history books had been destroyed. They had been labeled as racist, homophobic, and sexist. The gods knew that an ignorant society was much easier to control than one who was educated.  They had learned this from the days before the civil war when it was illegal to teach a slave to read.  The politicians who promoted that law remembered it, and used it without mercy.

A select few gods had their fingers on the buttons of a nuclear arsenal.  If they were going to go, they were taking the rest with them. 

***

With the ability to adapt, very much like a chameleon, the Ularins found the cure for the virus. Inoculated themselves before embarking on their missions, they cured and disinfected all those subjects that were under consideration before abducting them.  From their ship in orbit, the Ularins watched as once brightly lit areas of the globe went dark, they knew the end was near.  From their base on the moon, the noise of the once-bustling world diminished.  That noise is what drew them to this part of the galaxy.  As the radio emissions slowly faded, TV signals were broadcast at diminished power levels, with far fewer signals detected.

Artificial satellites went silent, piquing the curiosity of the Ularins.  Some of the satellites lost their geosynchronous orbit, raining down on the planet below in a spectacle of fireballs.  With the chaos on the streets, nobody even noticed when the international space station lost altitude, breaching the earth’s atmosphere at over 17,000 miles an hour.  Had people been alive on board, they might have been able to warn the people below that there was incoming.  Sadly the occupants had perished from starvation, as there was nobody to send supplies to them.

The fireball lit up the night sky over Siberia before exploding with the force of an atomic blast.  A few in the northern parts of Alaska felt the shockwave but had no idea what caused it.

Sporadic low power communications interested the Ularins, who soon had targets of places to visit.

The time to harvest was near. Their job was clear, find the best and the brightest of the population, and remove them before the extinction event.   They had already found the first two, they needed three hundred total.

Stars

David sat in the control center as people from different countries were educated on the ship’s systems.  The Ularins had developed a virtual teaching tool, much like some of the video games that were produced.  Unlike the video games which used the body’s senses, this tool went right into the neural pathways of the brain, creating synapses and neural pathways as needed.

The humans were unaware that their animalistic instincts for fight or flight were being modified.  Those lower lizard brain functions were responsible for the carnage of that world throughout its troubled history.

Downloading every bit of the earth’s history, the humans were also taught it in painstaking detail. 

The Ularins allowed them to see, feel, smell, and taste the entire history of their world.  From Hitler to the Rape of NanJing, they experienced all of it.  When Vlad the Impaler was part of the lesson, many were shocked beyond belief.  This was the price these three hundred people must pay for their salvation. This was their lineage, their history.  The evil people that they hailed from were responsible for the horrific deaths of millions, and these three hundred saw it all.  The end of the lesson was the creation of the virus and the evil atrocities that greedy people perform for power.

The failure of the education system was directly to blame for the massacres throughout human history.  While the definition of insanity was doing the same thing repeatedly expecting a different result, if they didn’t know history, they could not begin to comprehend why ideologies like socialism would never work. 

David was still ruminating over some history. The PTSD caused by the lesson was healed before the lesson terminated.  The memories would never leave.

Samantha could tell he was deep in thought.    Being healed did not stop one from thinking about what they learned. This method of teaching allowed one to experience all of it with all of your senses.  There was not shutting your eyes or plugging your ears.  The three hundred were to complete their education before being allowed to pilot an intergalactic spaceship.

They realized how evil the gods were.  Their right to vote was never so important to them after they learned why.  They and people like them put some of those gods in their ivory towers.

The importance of their vote never occurred to many, as they were all lost in their little worlds.  That was not their fault.

They were damned sure going to know how this happened. The Ularins would make sure they understood why their race was now on the verge of extinction. They would know why their world was at the beginning of a nuclear winter.

Samantha appeared, breaking David’s trance.

“Are you coming to bed?”

“I don’t know, look where we are.”

“Dave, ever since they took us off the farm, you have had little sleep. You need to rest to stay healthy.”

Dave allowed her to take his hand, leading him off the central control room floor.  Bill took over as she led him away, down the main corridor toward their quarters.

Sitting on the bed, he watched as the moon was much closer. “Look, you can see where their base was.”

Sam looked at the crater, and what was left of the edifice, they lived in.  Removing her clothes, she cleared her throat.  Dave turned around to see that sleep was not forefront in her mind.

Hours later, he awoke with her in his arm.  They were past the moon, headed out of the solar system, or so he thought.

“Can’t sleep?”

Dave looked over at her brushing her auburn hair from her face.  “I slept.”

“Three hours is not much sleep.”

“Why did they pick us?”

“Are we going to have that conversation again?”

“Sam, they put us in charge of three hundred lives.  These are all that is left of the race known as humans.  Surely there are better-qualified people on board to lead us.”

“I think your humility has something to do with why we are in charge.  Are you worried about the supplies and how we are going to survive?”

“That is part of it, we are out here in space, passing by the moon with only this small minuscule part of billions of stars mapped out for us.  Why there?  We are leaving our home in the dust as it were.”

David knew he could go where he wanted, but for some reason, the Ularins had only mapped out this particular region of space.  They did not tell them why.  It was like breadcrumbs in space, leading them to a binary star system. 

The crew was going through the education campaign that was more like indoctrination. The computer downloaded their memories and then added to them.  These would be the brightest and best of the human race.

David and Sam had gone through it first before the others were aboard.  The image of the white flashes from the planet below them still played in his mind.  Someone, several others had thought there could be a winner with nukes.  David did not know that the minuteman defense system was set to automatic.  When an incoming target was confirmed, the system responded in kind.

“I think we can go back and learn more if we need more information.” She said.

“How do you know that?”

“Dave, they made me a kind of doctor.  As we proceed, I have to go back and learn more.  That thing creates these pathways between the hemispheres of our brains. The more pathways the more we can learn.”

“I don’t want another history lesson.”

“We come from pretty shitty people.  They wanted us to know that.  We are capable of great things too, we have to choose.  We can dream wonderful things or we can dream evil things.  Now that we understand the evil, I don’t think anyone who goes through that would pick it.”

“I hope not, I would hate to have a psychopath on board.”

“They will not allow a mentally disturbed person to inhabit this ship.”

“What does that mean?”

“If they are defective we will jettison their body in to space. That teacher is also judge and jury.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“You do now, hope the Ularins picked wisely.”

The beeping sound from the door buzzer brought him back to the present.  Pulling the sheet up over Sam, he dawned a robe and went to the door.

“Bill wants to see you; he thinks he has an idea.”

“Give me ten minutes; I will meet him in the conference center.”

Sam turned over to see him tossing the robe on a chair.  “No time for an encore performance?”

The chuckle caught her by surprise.  “I don’t remember you ever being this amorous on the farm.”

“We were not safe on the farm.  I had to cook as a cavewoman might cook.  No, I was not in the mood.”

“We are in space, we have a limited amount of supplies, and I am still waiting on the crew to be educated before I can plan anything.”

“Do you want to kill my mood?”

Turning to face the bed, he laughed, “no, I have a lot on my mind.”

“I know, once you are on task I don’t stand a chance.”

Jumping back on the bed landing on top of her, they were now facing each other. “I have loved you since we were kids.  We may not have haylofts or swimming holes, but we have a huge ship that even with the others on board, it is like we are the only ones here.”

Brushing his blond hair back away from his eyes, she kissed him again.  “There is an area on the ship that is made for Farming.  I would bet the Ularins got the seeds for such things.”

“Farming takes water. I need to go see Bill; when I am finished I will come back here.”

“Promise?”

Kissing her, he headed to the bathroom to dress and leave before he was distracted once again.

Bill was looking at some charts he pulled up when Dave walked in.

Handing him coffee Dave was wide eyed.  “Where did you get this?”

“One of our crew is now a chef.  She always liked cooking but after her ‘education’ she learned how to use the equipment in the kitchen.  Programming it for humans, out comes coffee.”

“Does this solve our supply problem?”

“Yes and no.  This device uses the same energy that our engines use.  We have to find dark matter, and we have less than three months to do it.”

“Perfect, we have to locate and figure out how to get a theoretical compound within three months, or we all die.  Do I understand that correctly?”

“It is not theoretical; we have storage tanks full of it.  We need to learn how to handle it and more about it so we can speculate about where it might be.”

“That wasn’t in my education, was it in yours?”

“No, presumably, someone on this ship will be a physicist.”

“I hope they turn up fast, the sooner I know where to head, the quicker we can get that part of the puzzle behind us.”

“Our tanks are full, think about that skipper.”

“Shit, that means we make regular trips to the gas station.”

“Bingo, I am betting this stuff is more abundant than we think.”

***

Ok, ladies and gentlemen.  This is where you come in. 

Years ago, I was working on writing more judiciously.  When twitter was more restrictive than it is now, I wrote several chapters of The Saga of the Starduster in tweets.  Stream of consciousness. 

This story you just read is, act one, of a stream of conscious session with the keyboard.

This blog is un-edited and a rough draft.

 If you want an act two, tell me.

If you have an idea for act two, let’s hear it.

What I would like from you is this, do whatever it is you do to reblog or copy or share or what have you.

Since the COVID virus, sales of my novels have cratered.  Now I realize that people are hurting, and that is one reason I am going to create this story on my blog for my followers.

If you can do anything to drive traffic this way, I would appreciate it greatly.  I can even make that little heart sign with my own two little hands.

As a business owner, I am not eligible for unemployment insurance.  I have been frugal with my money, and book sales have assisted in the past.  Too many more months of this, and I don’t know where we will be.  Maybe the Ularins will come to get us.  J

Much love -TW

COVID -19.  My take on the mask and what I am doing to stay safe.

Greetings to you, my usual followers; and thanks for being there.  For you who just hit that magic follow button, I am grateful.

Tonight I want to dispel the myths of the mask.

What is a mask going to do for you, regarding Covid-19?

  • Peace of mind
  • Blunt the distance your water droplets travel away from you.

Notice I did not say the virus, I said water droplets which might contain the virus.

 

Shocked?

Here is the reason; The Science is,  The virus is  .005 um in size.  You can only see it with an electron microscope.

Your surgical mask blocks contaminate as small as .1um. In case you’re math-challenged, the pores in your mask look like wide-open doors to the virus. .005um is orders of magnitude smaller than .1um.

You can test if the mask is working, or if you have it on correctly by the following.  Spray some Isoamyl acetate close to the person with the mask.  If they smell bananas, it is a failure.

You don’t have that, use this.  Smoke is .04 to 4 Um  Light a match.

No matches, Perfume, another ‘ester’ not unlike Isoamyl acetate is .3 um.  Can you smell it?  It is a fail.

As you can tell from the ‘science,’ you need some serious PPE to protect yourself.  Surgical and N95 mask both block a percentage of particles to  0.1um.  They have several layers that would have the virus weaving in and around the fibers, unlike a bandana.

The face shield, along with the N95 mask, properly worn, will protect most, from picking up the virus.  Those that know better don’t tell you this, because they need the ‘good ppe” to be available to the medical professionals.  Most civilians would probably not wear the mask properly anyway, and if there are any air gaps, it is a waste of a mask.

Another thing about these respirators, the N95, is you need to be medically fit to wear one of these things.  They restrict the flow of oxygen (air), so breathing can be a bit of a challenge.

There is a dark side to this whole thing, which I am not sure about.  It is this. Let’s say you are asymptomatic, and you are positive.  Instead of shedding this virus through respiration, you are re-inhaling it.  As the virus multiplies, which it does like rabbits, you are adding more of the virus into your system.  For all of the press briefings and all the hysteria, I cannot believe why the good folks that are paid to keep us safe, have not told us these things.

Let me tell you what I am doing.  Firstly, I am getting outside as much as possible.  I have worked in the garden, spent time in the pool, and walked the neighborhood.  I have even spent some time laying in the sun, although no more than about ten minutes a side and not during the hottest parts of the day.  Well before noon, or after five…

Here is something else I am doing, and I wish I had stock in the company.  I have ozone generators.  Why, and what do they do?

Ozone is well known to inactivate viruses that are on surfaces.  I spend a lot of time in my office.  When I leave it in the evening, I turn on the generator and let it run.  By morning that half of the house has been flooded with ozone.  Any virus or bacteria is most assuredly worse for wear.  Now, I could take that one step further and put it in the bedroom during the day, which I have done on occasion.

You can run these things in bathrooms or other areas like the kitchen at night.

Your mileage may vary, and ozone is an irritant. Don’t run it when you are in the room with it.  Ozone can and will most of the time cause mild irritation to your sinuses. Don’t be in the same place with it, and air out the room you have sanitized before you occupy it.  I have no idea if breathing ozone would have any effect on the virus in your body.  I would think the irritating effects of the ozone, would just add to your misery.  Since the virus would be in a damp warm area I seriously doubt it would have any effect, other than to make you more miserable.

I am just telling you what I am doing to minimize my risk of exposure. Don’t come after me if you follow what I am doing and get sick.  That is your disclaimer.  My blogs are for entertainment only…LOL  Yes, there are litigious people out there that would go after the tooth fairy if they knew an activist judge who got cheated as a kid.

Ozone generators are available on Amazon.  They have been sold for eons through different manufactures of expensive air filters.  I used to have one of those fancy air filters.  The fan motor went out, and I could not find a replacement.

I have a theory about this whole thing, which I will also share.  See what you think.  This virus is a very hyped-up version of the coronavirus, which exists in many forms.  This one is more contagious than the others, and like the flu, there are different strains.  Some strains tend not to be so severe,  and some appear to be doing other damage than just to the respiratory system. ‘your lungs.’ It is a single strand of RNA, which, if I remember my biology, makes it less stable.

I have doubts that they will create a vaccine for it, certainly not by this fall.  We ‘the human race’ have become where we are by taking risks.  When you get in your car, crawl in the shower, or even eat your dinner, you are taking risks.  4000 Americans die each year from choking on their food.

I think sooner or later everyone will be exposed to it, and will either get very sick and die, or they won’t.  The older you are or, the more comorbidities that you have, change your odds as to how you will fair.  Weigh your risks versus living your life.

I am not advocating throw all caution to the wind, but what I am saying is this, If you have to work to support your family, you might have to make some tough choices.

I realize that is a sobering thought, and I hate to leave you with that note.  We can watch the southern hemisphere and see how they do through their fall and winter.  We can hope that greed motivates companies to create a vaccine or, at the very least, therapeutics that decrease your odds of needing a ventilator.

Yes, I meant greed.  There are very few companies that are so altruistic that they are only motivated by the selfless act of spending millions on saving millions of people.  Big Pharma does not work that way.

I am also convinced without capitalism (greed) we would still be living in caves.

Wash your hands, social distance, and use common sense.

If you like what I have written, hit that follow button and tell me hello. Many of you have over the years, and I feel like I know some of you through your blogs.

Till Next Time…

Much love, Stay Safe…-TW

Day 47

Should we give up on wearing clothes? Would zoom meetings be more interesting?

How has your life been affected?

What changes have you made to affect a positive effect on your life?

I joke about naturism but I did read a blog post about naturists getting together on zoom.  How would that work?  Why?  I thought the purpose of naturism was to be one with nature?  Is it something else?

Life goes on, my friends.  We do what we must to make ends meet.  Currently, I am pulling from savings to keep everyone happy, but that can only last so long.  Sadly there are many out there that cannot scrape together $500 if they needed to.

Today the blog is not about writing; it is about being human.  If you have followed me for any time at all, you know that I am a humanist.  I love people.  With luck, one-day people will be my bread and butter.  By that, I mean studying that which we do, all end up as fodder for my novels.    Some of this stuff seems unreal that it could be made up.

Months ago, when this all started, I wrote a blog about mental health.  I knew that this much of a change in people’s lives would bring out or manifest aberrations in their personalities.

Did you see the video of the two police harassing a mum who lived in a mobile home?  Two officers banged on her door and spoke to her in a very demeaning manner.  They, in fact, talked to her as if she were stupid.  The story made the rounds on the media, and they made sure to tout the fact that she lived in a mobile home.  Not everyone can live in a gated community with $24K freezers filled with $16 a pint ice cream.

Whatever your station in life, put yourself in the other person’s shoes.  They did not need to be terse with her.  Her child plays with one of the neighbor’s children and has done so for some time.  This child cut across one of the neighbor’s lawns, and they called the police.  For real?

I was out getting the mail the other day, and my neighbor was walking their dog.  I stopped as usual to visit, but on this day, she stays a good ten feet away from me.  Her dog didn’t hesitate to get her belly scratched or give me a doggy kiss.  Are we becoming a nation of paranoid people?

A comedian was making fun of Biden.  We all know he is a little on the creepy side when it comes to women and their hair.  They said this social distancing is going to kill him.

Ok, I am a hugger.  Not any of those half-ass hugs either.  Again if you read my novels, you know that I preach about being there for the hug.  I get it.  For my neighbor who has also been in her house for 46 days, to stay ten feet away from me, is alien.

I have noticed that many are talking about how China is going to repay the world for their deception.   The more we learn about the lab, the virus escaped from, the worse it gets.  While many leaders of countries might feel like letting it slide under the rug with a few good old boy deals in cigar smoke-filled rooms, occur I don’t think all countries will deal with Xi Jinping in that manner.  I saw a picture of Vladimir Putin talking about this virus.  Somehow I don’t think he will settle for some Chinese made crap in exchange for the damage to his economy, not to mention the death and destruction in Russia.

The problems with this virus are many.  We don’t know what we don’t know.  All of the research was destroyed.  In a face-saving move, the propaganda has been prolific, but, somehow I think the chickens will come home to roost.  The WHO will need to clean up its organization, and China will need to find some way to make things right with the world.  How?  That is the question.

Please keep in mind I do not blame the Chinese people.  I know many, and I am very appreciative of their culture.

As of right now, 212 countries and territories have reported a total of 3,402,018 confirmed cases of the virus.  There are over 239,622 deaths because of this. The numbers are the highest in the United States because the US is doing the most testing.  1,131,492 cases with 65,776 deaths and counting.

This event is historical, and many of us writers should be documenting it.  Before history is changed to fit some narrative, I would encourage writers to tell their stories.  Blog about it if nothing else.

Once you put it on the internet, it will be somewhere for all eternity.

Much like these blogs, I could delete them, but trust me.  Somewhere in some vault along with 33K emails, will be these words.

Will yours be among them?

I did spend some time working in the garden today.  It was a sunny day.  You would never guess where the sun kissed me…

Much love, Stay safe.  We will get through this.  -TW

 

Knee Jerk Stupidity

I am waiting for the release of the Body Condom.  I think back to the bubble boy when I read the news of the day.

Let’s talk about masks and why wearing them could make your chances greater of catching something.

First and foremost, most people only have a rudimentary understanding of how to wear one much less have a habit of practicing proper protocol when using one.  Case in point, I was in a store when a woman in front of me sneezed.  Instinctually, she pulled the mask down and sneezed into the open air and then put the mask back over her nose.  Had she thought about it, she would have realized that the purpose of the cover is to contain her water droplets, which may or may not contain an actual virus.

Touching the mask and her face to pull it down, she rubbed her nose, face, and mask, contaminating it with her gloved hands.  Whatever surface she touched, she now put up to her nose, on her mask, and what have you.  That is how and why wearing a mask can increase your odds of catching a virus.

Wearing a mask if you are not used to it, will increase your odds of touching your face.  Why?  You will have something on your skin, stimulating it or causing an unfamiliar sensation that out of habit will cause you to rub, touch, or otherwise adjust the covering.  (the virus does not care if nobody sees you do it…)

Hannity last night is a prime example of roaring stupidity as he went on about opening up sports stadiums, and how he would wear a mask.  Paraphrased, he would drink his beer through a straw and put his hot dog under the mask and bite it and chew it under the mask.

Unwittingly, he spoke to millions who will now think that is proper etiquette for wearing a mask.  No Sean, some people have the IQ of a house plant, and think that is exactly the right way to do it.

Now for you non-medical non-scientific geniuses out there, let’s talk about the virus itself. Yes, I am talking to you elected and non-elected officials trying to make a name for yourselves by having your fifteen minutes in front of a camera.  Know what the hell you are talking about if you get in front of a camera!

When you think of the virus, and any kind of face-covering, other than an N95 respirator; imagine a screen door on a submarine.  Yes, it is precisely that efficient.

The virus is so freaking small it takes an electron microscope to see it.   Most masks or other face coverings you expect the public to use would look like the grand canyon to a virus.  Yes, it would be like they were not wearing anything.

I saw a meme which said this…Thinking a mask will protect you against a virus is like thinking your undies will stop a fart.  It is very accurate.  Both solutions stink!

Stop pushing your stupid rules on the public, unless you can provide them with protection that works…Yes, that would be the N95 mask.  Not only would it be real PPE, but…it would be real education.

Social distancing and coughing or sneezing into your elbow are as best you are going to get until this thing is over, or you can provide the entire country with real PPE.

Even with the best education and equipment, if the reports are correct, this virus escaped from a level 4 laboratory in Wuhan that was staffed by people who know better.  What in the hell do you expect with a public that has no clue how to use any kind of PPE, and elected officials and other public figures spouting absolute nonsense?

Much Love- TW

 

Day 31

I remember the first week, this is the fourth…Ughhh

 

I must confess I did not think I would see day 31, where nothing much has changed.  While the devastation has ravaged the countryside in larger cities and where warnings were not taken seriously, people I have known, are no longer with us.

It is not only difficult to keep a sense of humor during these times, but any sense of normalcy is just not going to happen.

If you are reading this blog from another country, I would be curious how you are faring and what your jobless situation looks like.  We went from the lowest jobless numbers in the history of the country to over 13% in four weeks.

Over 22 million out of work, worried about how they will pay the rent, put food on the table, etc.

I have been in that situation, and it is uncomfortable, to say the least.  In our country, we have predatory lenders who will swoop in with loans that would make Capone blush.

I warned about mental health weeks ago, and now they are taking that seriously.

Someone recommended that those that tested positive for the virus should be put on house arrest, complete with ankle monitors.  That my friends is fascism.

Those ANTIFA people should be freaking the hell out!

Since writing artistically is not happening, I am using this time to research, market, and yes…read.  Don’t let this time go to waste.  What we sell to companies is our time.  That is genuinely our stock in trade.  Yes, our talents make that time more valuable. Those heartbeats, and what you do with them is your unique “good” that you have to swap, sell, or donate.

If you follow me here, you know that I freely donate much as my way of saying thanks for following me.

Much Love, Stay Safe…-TW

 

 

Hello World, How are you?

Things to think about as we sit staring at the same four walls for weeks on end.

Yes, it is another day here in Texas. I am taking a break from my day job to tell you all hello.

The stories I hear are heartbreaking.  So many good people are succumbing to this plague that was unleashed upon humanity.

I am not going to preach about God or Christianity here.  I respect you all way too much to do that.  I will tell you that there is lots of useful information contained in the Bible.  A book that I find the most issues with is Leviticus.  Still not preaching, I was thinking about the advice of what not to eat.

Some of our friends around the globe eat things that ought not to be eaten.  I am speaking about the wet markets not only in China, but many countries have them.  Whether the market was an accelerant for the virus, created in some lab or it jumped from creature to human there, had they not had this living petri dish of dead and dying animals for sale, we would not be in this fix.

If you think Levitical law was God’s actual words, beautiful.  If you, like I, believe that man had a hand in writing this, fine.  Some of the things in there just make sense.  Take a look for yourself.

Many of you are probably way too young to know who Red Skelton was.  He was a comedian in a time that you could be funny without using four-letter words.  One of his signature lines was..(Pretending he was a child)  “If I do it, I get a whipping…..I do it.”

I am confident that in writing, it loses some of its zing but, he was brilliant, and…there is a lesson there.

Unlike many of my Christian friends, I also believe Darwin knew a thing or two.  If we did not have air travel, those that practice unsafe and unwise habits would just go away.  They die off, leaving the strongest, fittest, and yes, the smartest, left to live another day.

The virus would not have left Wuhan or the Chinese mainland for sure.

Since we have air travel, just possibly, this is an argument for a governing body that supersedes other governments, much like we have in the states.  The governor of the state is elected and can be overruled by the federal government if they act ‘stupidly.’  We have a few right now that need to be overridden and voted out when the next election rolls around.

The wet markets are a scourge and stupid.  Just possibly, we need some international norms to follow if you want to leave your country.

Harsh, I don’t think so.  When this plague is over, ask those who lost loved ones what they think.  Ask the millions of people who are staring at four walls how they feel.  Ask the milllions who are now out of work if they think that things need to change.  How about the small business or large business people who will never recover.  This virus has had an effect on 7.4 billion people!  Ask them how they feel about wet markets.

With international air travel happening all day and night, seven days a week, practices like wet markets and biological manipulations of viruses must be stopped.

You who live in those countries are not who I am addressing.  The leaders of all of the nations are who I am speaking to.

Plagues like this one were avoidable, and if some common sense laws were followed, we would not be where we are today.

Having said that, I am working on a new series of, how to self-publish, that I will be releasing in the weeks ahead.

Many of you would like to give it a whirl, and don’t know where to start.  I have run the gauntlet and have it mastered, kind of.

With over 32 novels in markets around the globe, I must be doing something right.

Hang in there, I am thinking about you and wish you health and happiness.

Much Love -TW