Monday, February 23, 2015


     What is scary about this Blog from the beginning is I find myself agreeing with: Donald Trump! Like Trump, I can remember when the Oscars and other award shows were full of pageantry. graciousness an humility. No matter what generation Trump was referring to, I have always considered all of the pageantry of the events to be a tremendous act of vanity. "Look at Me! Aren't I special and dressed in extremely overpriced dresses and suits!" Pish pash! You are like the rest of us, your urinate, having stinky bowel movements, terrible morning breath, raucous bursts of gas ( a nice way of saying farts) that can clear a room. If you don't bathe at least once a day, you stink. Even then, bend over and your rear smells like butt. You have to shave (most in areas I prefer not to mention}. Most of your feet stink. And last, but not least, unless you sit each day to have a glamor make up performed, your pimples, skin blemishes, pock marks and (for some) needle tracks, raw nose for snorting coke, and swollen eyes from drugs and alcohol are visible. Yeah, you're glamorous! No...not in a million years. No you're not, but you like to believe the press, your stupid no life adoring fans, who believe you are gods. For the most of you, your more from the evil point of the spectrum.

     A political platform. That is what the awards shows have become. I tell you what, Sean Penn, you're so pro immigration, I expect you to buy a thousand acres of property, build complexes to house all the illegal aliens, take them to the food stamp office (and I mean you personally) and see to all their needs yourself (not your staff, you personally) and guess where all the money comes from...YOU!  Who wants to place a bet that this doesn't happen? Any takers? Yeah right.

     Neal Patrick Harris, the lily white Sodomite trying to make a point of the lack of black nominees and winners. Well, if they made movies about black gangsters, drugs, rappers and women being treated like trash, they would get nominated. There's enough bad in this world without glorifying it. The black community believes they are entitled and should get the white man to pay the price. That's a load of crap. You aren't and never have been slaves!!

     Quit bastardizing the Civil Rights in a way that distorts what is truly known about  Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., someone who I knew had his faults and the terrible handicap called being human. Yet above all the traps and missteps in his life, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. was and is a hero of mine. He was not self-centered and vain, "Look at me, I am the black Second Coming!" No, his message was just not to the black community, but to all races. When you listen to him, he wanted equality for all. He wanted us to live together in peace. I believe, no truly believe, Dr. King would be outraged and saddened by what has become of what he gave his life to change. No one, and I don't care what color you are, deserve nothing unless you work hard and earn it. You don't earn anything or deserve anything just because you are black, white or Hispanic. You want something bad enough, be exceptional. Rise above all else and prove you are willing to work hard, persevere honestly and deservedly earn it. There are no short cuts. Earn it! Not only will you have achieved your goal, but the respect you deserve!

     If there is someone of the black community that deserves respect and the awards, an actor and producer. He touches on things that not only does the black community need to address, but all communities. When I watch every movie he produces and acts in, I laugh, yet suddenly I see problems with a fresh perspective and realize his heart is in the movie. He can make it as hilarious as he wants, but when it is over, you walk away thoughtful and realize he has reached you deep down. Tyler Perry. A genius of his art, but a man on a mission. Maybe that's why he is snubbed. He's not politically correct, he's just correct! That is where the difference begins. Attempt to emulate Tyler Perry's work, one that touches the communities you supposedly care so much about, and bring a positive message out of the problems you address.

     Last: If you want to preach your message, do it the old fashioned way; get you a wooden crate and stand on it on a street corner and preach away. Don't use a captive audience to promote your agenda. The Oscars was not about any one's agenda. The wealthy and privileged seem to think they are spokespeople for their causes when they have no idea what the cause even feels like or what it is to live it. Again, wealthy and privileged, how could they feel it? I am not a fan of Angelina Jolie or Brad Pitt, but I respect them. They do understand the plight because they get into the middle of it and try to help, not by grandstanding at the Oscars, but by living among them, adopting children from different races and cultures to bring sunlight into at least a few of their hearts. Anyone who considers Sean Penn, a thug and drunk, as a spokesperson for anything other than how to be pathetic, you deserve what you get!

    Patricia Arquette, I want you to buy a McDonalds franchise in a blue collar area and start paying your employees $15 an hour. The prices you would have to charge to offset the doubling of your payroll would price you out of business! Again, you speak of nothing you know anything about. You may be able to afford a $10 Big Mac, but the general public would never pay it. You may be able to afford a $7 order fo french fries, but the general public would never pay it. Get real, you moron and live among us, like us and at our incomes. It an eye opening experience you will never forget!

Thursday, February 19, 2015


Strigoi: Demon of the Night

     For those of you who have enjoyed reading my first 3 novels; Wars End: The Solomon Stryker Series Book #1, Stryker's Move: The Solomon Stryker Series Book #2, and Fallon's Land, I am in the process of writing my fourth book: Strigoi: Demon of the Night, which will be a soul gripping and a dare to those who would read it at night while they are all alone to face Strigoi in his environment ----THE NIGHT!

     Will you awaken in the morning or be a.....well, let's just say, someone who had the unholy encounter with the Demon! He knows your reading about him, and you may just grab his attention. I wish you well and may the Angels protect you! Enough said! I don't want Strigoi to spot me!

Sunday, February 15, 2015


     It has been a while since I've written a Blog. So many things have been happening in my life and around me and in the world that has kept my keyboard silent and gathering dust. I watch as my own family grows up and I realize I am seeing a video in my mind of what my parents saw though their eyes: How to deal with the Great Divide.

     When our children were babies, went through the their terrible two's, started to sense the difference between themselves and the opposite sex, puberty and then the precipice of The Great Divide. Teenagers. All up to the point of the precipice, our children "Walked on our feet" then once they took that first step over the precipice, we were looked at as a money tree and a nuisance who denied them the basic right of being allowed to do whatever they chose to do. The enemy. That is when the saying changed from walking on our feet to: "Stomping on our hearts". Mom could be beautiful, with a "10" figure, and dad could be as slick as James Bond, but it didn't matter, we were an embarrassment, an intruder into their lives and again, the enemy.

     Gone were the wrestling matches, hugs, pecks on the cheek, especially if anyone could see it. Our children went from sponges, absorbing knowledge to being sponges of all the bad habits we thought we could protect them from. Then it suddenly hits you; they are me. My father and mother's worst nightmare. A teenager with a mind of their own. Mind of their own being what they found as cool, hip or what the other kids were doing. You, as a parent, suddenly found out who were the bad parents were. They were bad parents because theirs was the house all the cool kids flocked to, swimming in their pool, the unchaperoned parties where the alcohol, drugs and sex flowed freely. Here's where it really gets interesting! "No, Johnny or Sally (yeah I'm old because those aren't cool names anymore), you are not to go to that house, that party, or hang around with those kids! They are a bad influence and we raised you better!" Frost and Ice. Then came the, "I hate you!" Our children were now fully Traversing the Great Divide. Teenagers are like water flowing down a hill: they take the path of least resistance, resistance being their parents. Later in life (if they make it that far) they begin to realize that the resistance they fought against was what gave them the foundation to become good and successful adults. Then when they have children of their own, they realize the suddenly sound like us; The Resistance". That's when we can sit back and smile at them. Yep, yep , yep, yep! Told ya so!

     We try to raise them the best we know how and then "IT" takes over. No I didn't say the Id, I said the "IT". What is the IT. Rebellion. Know it all'ism. The pulling force of what appears to be cool, but as with all "cool things" the undercurrent of what is harmful or evil is always present, hidden well maybe, but still there.  As parents we sometimes lose the battle, watching our children hit the gutter or worse burying out of sequence. Parents are to die before their children, but the EVIL in this world changes that. We used to have be concerned with gangs, cigarettes, drugs, alcohol as well as war taking our children, however, we now have an enemy that's the hardest and the worst to defeat. An ideology and fanaticism that tugs at their hearts. A belief in immortality by the killing, murdering, and conquering in then name of progressiveness and a twisted religious beliefs. Zealots of evil. As with the children of Nazi Germany were indoctrinated to believe the insanity of Hitler, the Japanese were indoctrinated by the an Emperor that felt the Asian people should rule the Pacific to the point the attacked the most powerful nation on the face of the earth, and then when things got desperate he used a lunatics propaganda to convince pilots to commit suicide missions, diving their planes into Naval vessels. Sound familiar? It should.

     Our children are being drawn into a new insanity. Yet we stand by and allow it to occur. Islam. A hideous and totalitarian so called religion, which aligns itself with the hysteria of Hitler and Japan. suicide bombers and murderous zealots who like the suicide bombers of Japan and those who aligned with Hitler. Glory and great rewards in the afterlife if you kill all who do not align yourself with the lunacy and the lunatics of the propaganda. The Islamic terrorists are using effective propaganda to entice our youth to join in their mission of hate and reap the rewards in the afterlife, so as the youth in Nazi Germany, anyone, including friends and family who stood against their insanity were to be reported on and destroyed.

     It used to be that The Great Divide would, in years, heal itself. Now we face a Great Divide that may never heal. It's one of extreme hate and the willingness to commit extreme atrocities against human beings. Hate is the driving force of all things in this world like never before. Islamic hate, Black hate of whites, whites hate of blacks and all other extreme feelings are all thrown in the pot of hate as well. So what is the answer? Only one thing we can do, pray. Pray for our children that God open their hearts and minds to Him and His Son. Will violence occur. Yes. Will Christians fight back against the evil hordes of hate to protect their families? I would hope so. Read my Blog: 


     All we can do at that point is pray, pray, pray. Put them in God's hand to place a shield of protection around them. We can't stop being the resistance because it makes us "uncool". Being the resistance is loving your children enough to say no when it comes. Being the resistance is love.