Saturday, December 31, 2011


Real hope is not a panacea.

We have great hope for the new year, the future.

There is hope for the Republic as we watch what gov does and we hold them accountable. Bit by bit and sleeping less than an enemy that never sleeps.

I believe there is hope in spirit.

I'm sharing this and you may make of it what you will.

Ben Breedlove is in the Light.


Friday, December 30, 2011

Walking Dead WWYD?

No disrespect to Jesus, but most likely in a zombie apocalypse, it is you who would have to react.

Remember there is that Preparedness 101: Zombie Apocalypse blog post from the CDC to raise awareness for disaster preparedness. Mind you, CDC is not progun and the whole thing is just a mind jogger at best. Guess it's the closest thing to legitimacy lol.

So, stick yourself in the scenario especially with the popularity of The Walking Dead TV series. This show is one of the most graphic, intense on television. It's on AMC so they get away with stuff never to come near network. See it for yourself and/or read up on it. I'm just here to ask what would you do?

In a given situation, one must act. There is hardly time to mull things over. Imagine a world turned upside down. Socalled civilization is over. No transportation, deliveries, comm systems are either limited or gone. Most people are either dead or flesh eating zombies. It's everywhere.

Would you sit and wait at the onset, for help. Do you hear helicopters, loudspeakers telling you to go somewhere? Would you? Would you hole up, waiting for it to get better? I hope not.

You shouldn't wait for anyone. Have a prearranged place to meet. Get the hell out of the city fast. If it's a no warning scenario with no buildup or breakdown, then be ready to drop everything and go.

In the middle of anything, shift to your own emergency mode.

Plan ahead. Work out scenarios. While you have time. I hope we have time -s-.

There is already plenty of info available about such things already. I was reminded of thinking on one's feet watching the first seven eps of Walking Dead, season 2.

People learning to work as a team. It's not communism, it's common sense -s-.

So take this end of the year musing for what it's worth. And remembering it's fiction so far -s-, have fun watching the Walking Dead. Kinda like a roving Jericho with zombies instead of tyranny.

One thing that might well ring true in the real world. When you throw people together, you gotta deal with basic humanity. All kinds of feeling and thoughts would parade around.

Better be ready for that.

It's not flesh eating. but it doesn't need to be mind boggling either.

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Midst Of Tragedy

So many bad things happen to good people. It seems there is a plethora of tragic stories this holiday time.

A woman in Connecticut lost her three children and her parents in a housefire. The whys and wherefores are still under investigation. I hope they get sorted out quickly, whatever the conclusion.

A little girl and her uncle were murdered in a burglary near Indianapolis. They were shot in the head by one of two mokes, one of whom was a family 'friend'.

Another girl was raped and murdered then dismembered, her false leg disposed of by her father and stepmother. She had lost it to cancer when she was five. She was ten.

Another sweetie was murdered and dismembered by a socalled family friend.

Why am I mentioning such evil at the end of the year? It's supposed to be a time to reflect and get happy, to prepare for new good things.

It still is.

I'm hoping to avoid cliches like don't let things like this stop you. Well it's kind of hard because we simply can't let the vilest acts halt us in our tracks.

When tragedy strikes, it's hard to avoid platitudes. We mean well, but there isn't much we can say. There is no magic wand. Wishing there were is a trite idea in itself.

Being there and having an ear available is about the best thing methinks. Listening.

When tragedy strikes firsthand, there is only somehow weathering a storm that defies description.

When I say I thank God for all things because it is from all things I learn, I mean it. I have learned from all things in my life.

As far as tragedy, I haven't experienced many of the horrible events that have befallen others. I guess it's relative. Each of us has weal and woe. each of us has a life to live.

I know even mentioning such horrible things could be considered by some to be sensationalistic. That's a copout. People frequently avoid reality, at least when it's horrific.

It's easy just to say we live with something, we suffer it and eventually triumph. Many never completely get over such atrocity. But we can live. and we can be available to listen, to help however we can.

Sure saying 'you'll get through it' might ring hollowly. Just being there won't.

Evil wants us to give up. To wallow is not to grieve. It's to get stuck and never move forward backward nor anywhere.

My heart goes out to those left here. My prayers are with them and with those who have crossed over. May they be in the Light and be Light to others. And may justice rain on those who try to destroy us.

Do what you can.

Face fear.


Guess it's what you make it.

Saturday, December 24, 2011


Have some fun.

Sure that can be a relative term. Fun for Jack the Ripper, Hitler or Obama is different from fun for those who might go target shooting this weekend. Or you might decide to quaff a few comradely pints.

And no I'm not really equivocating big O with the monsters of history. I'll let him do his own dance in the annals of mankind -s-. But you might get the point.

Just do something for yourselves. And while you're at it, perform a random act of kindness, whatever that might be. Let someone ahead in line, pay someone's layaway, give a homeless kid a toy, etc. And I'm not rescinding my views. We need to help people help themselves. But, we also have to start somewhere.

Love Light Healing to all.

PS: Santa etal, please rescind the Wars on Drugs and Poverty. Thankx. Your pal, Me.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Who's Defending Whom?

In typical doublespeak, it's called the National Defense Authorization Act of 2012. So it goes with duplicitous names such as Patriot Act which is anything but, and People's Republic, which is not of the people, but a collectivist bureaucracy and is anything but a republic. Are we far behind them? There is no doubt the whole world is in various stages of enslavement, but let's stick with our 'homeland' (term often used by collectivists along with motherland or fatherland to create a sense of unity in the otherwise uncohesive mess).

Apparently, the President can order the military to arrest anyone, ie US citizen, if they are deemed an enemy of the state, particularly if accused of collaboration with Muslim terrorists and anyone else deemed an enemy. Said person has no Constitutional rights and can be imprisoned as long as deemed necessary. That includes no legal rep and no habeas corpus.

What should we do?


Expose these bastards. Vote them out. Reverse this. Does that include civil war? That's up to a gov that is increasingly out of control. Will we rope them in?

Will saying these things get me in trouble?

Tune in tomorrow.

Oh yes. This was done on December 15, which is Bill of Rights Day.

Was this coincidence? I doubt it. An illegal act that virtually wipes out much of the BoR enacted on its anniversary is just the twisted gimmick those who would be our masters would find amusing. Their disdain for the People and our Freedom is shoved in our faces.

I refuse to shut up. And I know so many others won't either. No Fort Sumters. This is an attempt to cause one. It won't. We will prevail and they will fail.

I love rum, cigars and women on the beach. But I don't think the monsters who devised this increasing rape will supply that.

As said, will it come to this? Will resistance get to the point of say a Matt Bracken novel? It jolly well could.

We must hold these blighters in the light, and do what must be done.

We must defend ourselves. National defense indeed. Even if they actually outright ditch the BoR etc, which they are doing virtually, we still have it. It is intrinsic, in our blood bones and spirit.

They cannot stop those who want to be Free.

But we can stop them.

Sunday, December 18, 2011


Don’t let em kid ya. American Idol is not the be all and end all for entry to the hallowed halls of 'fame' or at least a job. I don’t watch it. Then again I don't watch most of the crappola that calls itself 'reality tv'.

It's cheaper to produce than scripted shows, very cost effective. So creativity is sacrificed for the almighty buck. And the masses apparently love the stuff. A certain amount of escape is dandy, but the airwaves are awash with the cares of people I could care less about.

As to the shows that specialize in finding new talent, I couldn't find anything more irritating. As said, they give you the impression the only way into showbiz is by way of the great Simon, etal. Nothing is further from the truth.

Look at it this way: show biz is a big old house. It has a front door and a back door. There is a side door and a bunch of windows.

There is no set rule how you get in. You can enter through the front. Or you can make your way via window or through the roof, depending on how you hack your way in. Personally, I'd show respect but would do what was necessary to gain entrance. Heck fire, you could burrow under if you had the tools -s-.

There are plenty who make it ruthlessly. They could care less about anything other than themselves and would march cheerfully over the bodies of others to achieve their goals.

I'd like to say these sociopaths then karmically fail. But in Hollywood, there is room for all types. Good and bad freely mix. So it's a matter of conscience how to act and what to do. Of course, thats' true no matter what walk of life.

Good and evil know one another. They recognize each other's presence. What happens next is determined by the fortunes of war and the plan at hand.

Find your own way in and make your mark, whatever you do. Though I don't care for some of the reality stuff, there are a lot of good people involved and they benefit, making more of a contribution later. So even this is an entry to other things.

Find you way, do your thing and contribute what you can. It's possible not to sell your soul and have integrity, even in Hollywood. There are plenty of people who are living proof.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Of Course

When I build my getaway house, one of my dreams, I plan to have an obstacle course as well.

I'll have a series of ropes, ladders, platforms, chains and assorted 'bumps in the road'.

I'll jump, roll, tumble, climb, swing and even crawl and dig. The idea, of course, is to be physically fit and nimble. I want to be ready for virtually any possibility. There is no sitting around for me -s-. Well, except when I'm writing. All the more, I need to be mobile. I do crunches, stretches and different exercises to keep limber and to avoid 'secretary spread' -s-.

But the obstacle course is for more complete fitness and readiness. Also, psychologically, I want to be prepared for eventualities. Physical and mental fitness go hand in hand.

Obstacles come and go. They appear in all forms.

Obstacles demand, to my mind, study.

How do we overcome them?

Depends on what kind.

Some are simple. Others are more complicated. Obstacles can be overcome in one fell swoop or they can be beaten piece by piece.

So have some food for thought during the holidays. Study on it.

What if an obstacle remains? Perhaps it can and be gone around.

Versatility and alacrity are what get us through. Or around. Over or under.

Have fun. Of course -s-.

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Sorry Virginia

So here I go seemingly prepared to rail against Santa Claus. It's not that. And it's more than just complaining about rampant commercialism, though that goes against my grain. It's the idea of something for seemingly nothing.

I know the deal. If you're good, you get toys etc. If you're bad, you get sticks and stones or coal. Coal might come in handy if energy sources dwindle lol. Or if you're Superman, you could make diamonds -s-.

I'm all for kids behaving well. That should be a given. Excusing bad actions with the all too familiar phrase, 'They're just kids', has dire consequences. There is no 'excuse' for bad behavior. Find out the reasons, sure, and do something about them. But excuses lead to more and thence to more trouble.

Treats and rewards should be part of childhood. They should be part of our lives always. Of course those things can vary depending on economic level and thus accessability. But rewards or just simple extras are normal.

So many can't afford extras. I'm all for helping out with that. Still, it should not be entitled. It should be kindness. A helping hand is one thing. However, teaching some to help themselves is where it's at.

So this season and at all times give. Love and Light come to mind now. But if you give, encourage others to give back. A society of takers destroys itself. It can amount to giving them a chance to return.

Being good should be its own reward. Holding a stick over someone won't encourage that. Sociopaths will do what is 'right' for fear of retribution. We must do the right thing because it is the right thing.

If you want to think of that as Santa, go ahead.

I prefer to be 'good for goodness' sake' -s-.

Thursday, December 8, 2011


Like many things, surprises can be good or bad.

I remember when we had a Santa Claus show airing locally. It caught my interest at say three. He did the usual Santa thing and kids ticked off items they coveted.

Sometimes the kids would stall so Santa bailed them out with asking if they would like some surprises. Of course they would quickly nod and off they'd go.

I figured out early that there is no Santa. Sorry Virginia etal. Guess that's what we'd call a spoiler. Never mind the spirit of giving etc. Personally, as an aside, I think Santa was foisted on people to sell the idea of something for nothing. Oh sure, be good, get rewarded and be bad, get sticks and stones huh? Hmm. Maybe I'd better stick to the topic at hand and save this for another time lol.

After this fact was established, I used to seek out where presents were hidden til finally we got to the point that presents were simply material wishes come true. The intent and 'spirit' were never gone. Liking something might lead to receiving it. That, to me, was reward enough. It wasn't that I didn't like surprises, I just liked to know what was what -s-.

Having a knack for uncovering things has come in handy. I'm a seeker and dig til I find what I'm looking for. It really p'o's the statists, collectivists etc -s-.

As for surprises, when something has come my way out of the blue at least to me, I am appreciative. I don't look a gift horse in the mouth. I could have said something good, but the bad has its worth too. I learn from everything.

Oh yes, we mustn't forget the surprise on 12/7/1941. We should never forget what happened and its results.

What about the Japanese? What about them? It would be insane to hate the people alive now for what their immediate forebears did. Terrible things were done. And people still do unspeakable things today. It's easy to just dismiss certain people in hatred. Makes it easier to control us. The Chinese come to mind.

It's the gov that should get our attention. The machinery needs to be retooled as it were. Mind you, it's a mixed bag when it comes to gov and people.

I believe there are people who want to be free everywhere. The strife that is rampant in China comes to mind. It's not advertised by lamestream press, but it exists.

Surprises should never cease to, um amaze us.

Never let it be an end in itself.

Take the results and run with them -s-.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Locker Rooms

Oh oh. Even mentioning this now will get someone to wondering about what I mean lol.

I'm talking about how there is a 'sanctity' concerning locker rooms. It's a matter of confidences.

I am in NO way talking about rape nor abuse of any kind. No matter where that takes place, it must be either immediately stopped or punished and those hurt helped.

I'm just mentioning that they have been places where people let their hair down. Deals have been done without the pressure of the boardroom, cabinet room ie official scrutiny.

By no means am I extolling anything. I'm merely pointing it up. I believe affairs for both weal and woe as well as affairs of a more personal nature have been arranged away from prying eyes.

Locker rooms are no place for the squeamish nor shy. After all it's men and women running around in the all together. Not much room for guile therefore. Thus why locker rooms are still places where people could get down to brass tacks, all cards on the table.

So I've little else to say. No, lol, I'm not speechless. I am just offering some food for thought at the end of the year.

A place is a place. How it is used or experienced is the crux. We shouldn't let something evil color our own behavior. Manipulating us in seemingly subtle or pointless ways is just control.

I'm not saying those who read this are going on an anti locker room rampage. It's simply that attitudes can be tinkered with even on such a level as we have currently with these crimes against children coming to light. Such crimes are another matter worthy of as much focus as can be mustered.

Frankly, I could use a stretch in the steam room and a dip in the pool. But I'm not doing the polar bear thing lol.

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Winning Losing

Everybody loves a winner. Everybody hates a loser. So it seems.

Again the Colts come to mind. This time, what is it about some people?

We have some folks who are fair weather fans. Oh boy, when the Colts were winning and the Super Bowl etc, people went nuts. The team could do no wrong.

Now we have a 0-? seasson and the public has left in droves. Plenty of seats are available, people leave well before the end, apparently because the end is obvious. And a local restaurant hasn't had to make good their claim that if the colts win, you can eat free lol.

Yet there are still many who do remain steadfast, win lose or draw.

Crowds can be fickle. Supposedly the same crowd cheering Jesus a week later were champing at the bit to see him crucified.

There is a certain amount of group psychology going on. Let's face it, many do not think for themselves.

It's so much easier to diss someone or something, to go along with the crowd.

I'm sure some do it to play safely. They cover their bets. They may even come back like a fair weather friend or sunshine patriot, and root for the winner making a comeback. Or worse, they go with a perceived winner.

Hmmm. Kinda reminds me of the sing song teeter totter affairs of the War for Independence.

Just a thought as the year runs out.

Do we know how to pick a winner? What do you look for? Is it always so obvious and needs to be a sure thing?

Or do we decide to ride out the storm and even help turn the tide.

Just a thought.

Thoughts become actions.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Headless Teamwork

What is it with the Colts?

They won the Super Bowl a few years ago. Then a couple years later they lost but were at the Bowl. Now they're zero and ?.

I mean we could talk about team psychology. Peyton Manning is apparently out for the season so the team is clueless? It is a team isn't it?

Is it ineptitude or is it on purpose? Are the rumors of money laundering in sports true? Or do teams just suffer bad streaks sometimes?

I don't claim to know a thing about this stuff.

It just seems to me that a team should be able to be a team without one guy.

Sure Manning is essential but should he not be replaceable? I don't mean he's some tissue to wad up but should a team be so dependent on one guy?

I don't follow this stuff at least not as devotedly as some. I have no financial interest as do many. It is after all the money that counts huh? So many count on the bucks. That's not all bad of course. Free market capitalism is good methinks.

The question remains: What is a team?

A team should be able to compensate and function if one or more members are sidelined. There should be contingency training. Teamwork denotes several members working towards a goal. It can also mean surviving on one's own if the situation calls for it.

Well, this colts business is beyond me.

Then again, maybe I'm thinking of something else.

All kind of academic huh?

Wednesday, November 30, 2011


I've been rewatching The Man From U.N.C.L.E. Right now, I'm on the first season. I consider it the best for its more graphic, for the time and serious approach. Well it's as serious as series TV might have been then and as a fictional espionage program might have been for the time.

Fictional it was. But, like James Bond, which generated the spy craze of the 60s, there was some basis in truth.

Ian Fleming helped develop the show in early stages. He set up the initial framework and the character of Napoleon Solo came from him. Norman Felton, a noted producer, had consulted Fleming. Incidentally, April Dancer, the Girl From UNCLE, had started out as a suggestion from Fleming as a Monneypenny secretary to the organization chief.

Fleming had contractual conflicts with the Bond movie producers, so he had to drop out. Felton and Sam Rolfe, who worked on Have Gun Will Travel among others, pushed on. The framework was set. Now it was Hollywood's turn.

The innocent caught up in a world of espionage was a constant, even when the series digressed to the absurd in the third season. It was good to see it begin recovery to a darker more realistic fiction in the fourth. Too bad it was cancelled. Laugh In was hated by some for the longest time as it filled the air spot lol.

Among the other contributors was Alan Caillou. He was a writer, actor, soldier and agent who brought a certain professional expertise.

Though the orgs were fictitious, much of the procedure was common practice among operatives in the 60s. You can only take my word for this. Believe it or not. Tech was fictionalized but was forward thinking re comm and as for programming an agent for a specific role, that was common practice.

Understandably today there are those who are concerned about international police who are above the law. Certainly orgs have exceeded authority. I would remind you they are comparmentalized and watchers are watched.

Conjecture? Sure. I can't name names.

But UNCLE was fun and good guys beating bad guys is always a great story device.

Those who care about people fighting those who exploit and destroy.

Hmm. It DOES sound familiar doesn't it?

Tuesday, November 29, 2011


My laptop is a godsend. I marvel at its utility.

I can go so many places and even if there is no outlet, battery power is available and you can have as many batteries as you can handle!

It beats the bejeebers out of a typewriter! No more wadded paper. No more white out! Spellcheck helps me though (shameless brag) I've always been an excellent speller.

Though I do research beforehand for the books and scripts I'm writing, I have immediate access to the Internet for anything I need to search for or I can go to my files to tap into the well of info at hand.

I still make handwritten notes and scribble ideas etc. Thus there are sheaves of seemingly coded refs etc. that I can run through. It's seemingly coded because my handwriting has been likedned to a drunk chicken reeling across the paper -s-.

And the laptop beats the desktop for mobility and versatility. Gig space continues to increase. Since I don't play games (Talk to my son about that lol), there is more space for notes and plenty of minutiae.

I collect a myriad eclectic bunch of facts, refs and anything under the sun/electrons that strikes my fancy.

As for getting out the word re our Republic etc, it's a powerful tool. No wonder Freedom squelchers want to regulate ie control and censor all aspects of our lives, since puters have the ability to reach us like no other medium.

Yes, I still like to meet people and do things in the socalled real world. But we can facilitate those activities that saves time and surely streamlines.

Oh, yes. If the power goes out and batteries fail, I'm able to function. I don't sit and moan in a stupor hoping for restoration of power. I read, write and live. I could, gasp, live without it if I had to.

Til that day, I'll drag my laptop most places, except for date. I prefer to give a woman my full attention -s-.

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Workers Unite

Yes it's easy to take workers for granted, especially the blue collar kind.

Those who are here to serve can be faceless. As noted previously, many of us take such folks for granted. Maybe, to be nice, some just are in such a hurry that they really don't check out the qualities of people.

We should all appreciate those faceless workers who have built the roads, the building, all the things that make our lives easier.

Everyone has a role to play in this world. We can't do everything all by ourselves. And it's in our best interests to care for one another not only fairly but justly.

There is no way we can all be equal economically, but we can all participate in the kind of capitolism that benefits all.

Collectivists like to sew unrest and division as it suits them for their agenda for control. It's the same game as reace, religion etc. Being diverse to them means creating derision when difference is essential so we can be one.

Just some end of year thoughts to remind us to be appreciative and not to disparage others. I didn't say live with everyone. Thats collectivist claptrap too.

There are plenty of people in all levels of society that I don't care to be around. Oh no!

Again, it's the content of character that counts. And caring doesn't mean giving up something. It demands we simply care enough to remember we are indeed all in this together.

More Than Ever

We need to break the chains which enslave us and renew the tie that binds.

This may be obvious, but it must be said. The bells should be rung loudly and regularly. Now that could lead to complacency just as much as silence. It's what you do after you ring.

Be tireless in explaining where we are and how we got here. Try not to get sidelined. Example: The Twin towers came down. The method is debated. The result has been a set of legislation, planned beforehand, that chips away at our Freedom. How it happened is secondary. Dealing with the result is important.

Tune into those who seem tireless in their exposure of tyranny. David Codrea and Mike Vanderboegh come immediately to mind. There are others. Check out their blogs. You can get to them by clicking to the right here. they will lead you to many more freedom minded people.

Talk person to person about our current state of affairs. I believe grassroots is the cure for what ails us. It will lead to bigger things.

The main thing is don't give up. There are many deterrents. Apathy is just one. Pressure, if we swat the bear's nose, will cause the enemy to swat back. Learn to group and regroup. Go where most and best needed.

As far as pressure goes, learn when to lean heavily and when to nudge. Instinct and common snese should guide you.

Take on issues commensurately with solutions. Don't be thin when there is a large canvas. Take care of one spot and share the load. And for that matter, add a double coat when needed or leave it alone -s-.

There is enough for everyone to do. Study on it but do something.

More than ever is not just a catch phrase. The problems we have will not just go away. So we must not go away.

Sparrow Song

Sparrows are always around. There is nothing seasonal about them. They adapt and flourish in spite of predation. Assertive little characters, sparrows evade and sing their plucky song to let us know they have withstood the hunt.

Supposedly, sparrows were present at Christ's crucifixion. They are a symbol of success after long efforts, triumph after longsuffering.

The socalled 'common people' are represented by the sparrow. Victory over oppression is another hallmark.

Who are the common people? Historically, they are the peasants, the workers, those who live under the supposed upperclass.

And before I'm misconstrued, there is no classless society. There are always deliniations, in spite of collectivist attempts.

The sparrow often goes undetected, hiding in plain sight. How many of us notice a maid, busdriver or clerk? Well some of us do -s-, but many take them and other service folk for granted.

Another more internal aspect comes to mind. The sparrow represents the nobility of said common man.

What does it mean to be noble? It's the question William Wallace asked Robert the Bruce in Braveheart. It's a very apt question.

It's not supposed high birth, nor is it wealth. It might be achievement, but it is mostly content of character. It is the core of what is best about humanity. It is found everywhere, no matter the station in life. We all play a part in life and at the very essence, is who we are.

The sparrow reminds me of this.

If your dignity and self worth are assailed and you just feel put down, stop it. Remember who you are. The taste of Freedom is both common and a gourmet treat -s-.

All these qualities should be remembered. They all play a part in the unfolding of events.

As the predators circle and weave around seeking to trap us, let us be like the sparrow, outmaneuvering them by many means.

Then we can sing our song of triumph.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Alone By Choice

Some of us are alone by choice. It's not as bad as you might think. Then again, being alone and being lonely are different.

I've talked about this before, but as it's the 'most wonderful time of the year' (at least according to Andy Williams), and people gather, it's a good time to think about it.

The holidays can be a rough time for some. There are people who for many reasons, have no one. I urge everyone who can, and search yourself honestly, to find a little time to visit those with either no one or who for one reason or another are separated from family or friends.

There are some who actually, with no bitterness or separation, choose to be alone. They may have friends and family or simply, when the day is over, prefer to keep their own company.

I'm not like that. I like time alone though. Totally without even a dog alone. It's not quiet though. I almost always have music or watch old movies and tv shows even when I write/read for fun or profit.

I do have some family. I have friends online and off. Work associates are coming and going and soon with increased frequency. i love to just meet new folks and when travelling it's fun to sit in a bar or go to a convention or gunshow or other gathering and mingle.

It's quiet right now except for tv and my thoughts. Occasionally I'll turn everything off and let relative silence reign. But I'm happy right now the way things are.

I can seclude myself and write then go amongst others and act (that is coming soon -s-). I even like to make the acquaintance of members of the opposite sex!

Alone by choice is obviously relative.

People will generally let you know if they want to mix and to what level.

I remember once having dinner at a downtown hotel restaurant. There are folks who travel and are caught somewhere on a holiday. It was as though people were in there own little cubicles and as a people watcher I noted the shyness of some. That day I quietly ate just thinking about where I was in life. So I didn't mingle. Most people eating usually do so alone and want to be left aslone. Then if they feel sociable, they head to the conviviality of a bar. There probably a number who were reviewing something in their lives, personal or business.

Instinct ususally tells you when to approach others.

Give others the benefit of your company when needed.

Otherwise, there is no sin in those lone times.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Candle In The Window

I've always liked the simple things.

Knock yourself out if you want to decorate out the wahzoo. But, for me, I prefer just a few things.

A tree maybe for Christmas. A wreath on the door, which could vary with the season. One of the most soulful expressions for me is a single candle in the window.

It's an old gesture for those away. Lit in the hope of return, it was meant as a welcome home for someone finally returning. This is the meaning near and dear to my heart.

It is a sign of hope, warmth, love. Good things to remember not just at this time of year, but always.

May a way home and love on every level find their ways into our hearts.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Red Redder Reddest

It could be any color. I picked red because I am part Indian.

So, what's in a color? What does it mean to be red?

Nothing. It's a color. People banty such things about too much. It objectifies and compartmentalizes folks.

That makes it easier to push collectivist objectives. The right hand doesn't know what the left is doing as it were -s-. And oh how it greases the skids for conflict. Keep em at each other's throats. Damn whites, reds, blacks etc. You know how they are and so it goes. People get into a rut of ignorance, even in these supposedly enlightened times.

I really don't want to reiterate about the first Thanksgiving etc. American history gets pulled out at holidays and authors shape it whatever way they will. People tend to idealize in either a positive or negative light. They ignore, forget or have never learned facts.

Now, I predicate facts with the fact (ahem) that history is made of day to day events that are affected/effected by people.

As far as race goes, it's an excuse to control.

My hope for this time, for all time, is for people to be themselves. I would like to see folks get along or leave each other alone.

When left to their own devices, I see human beings doing just that, being.

So be proud of your heritage and live in the now.

Hate what drives us apart.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Things Seen

Like a supporating sore, incidents have arisen exposing child rape. I don't mince words. Molestation is just too weak a term. It borders rationalization. Not quite the level that the rapists themselves engage in, but it's lying to self and others nonetheless.

There is a particular incident where apparently an assistant coach saw a coach raping a boy in the school showers. If this is so, why didn't the assistant do something?

Could he have interceded and literally stopped the monster? Could he at least have called the cops? He went to the school 'authorities'.

What went through this moke's head? I'd say mind but it's obvious thought eluded him.

The coach was a powerful figure. He generated a lot of money and prestige for the university. That must have occurred to the assistant. Wouldn't want to jeopardize the golden goose. Surely reporting him would elicit a suitable reprimand. Not punishment of course.

Rocking the boat would cause irreparable damage not only to the pocketbook, but the image of the school.

Image is more important than truth. Btw, that seems to be a Hollywood axiom. silly, huh? People sell a load of goods and are afraid the public would find reality so jarring, they would not buy the product anymore. Maybe.

The public seems to turn its head or wink at some pretty outlandish things. It boils down to avoiding the truth since it might hurt. Why?

Perhaps people are afraid that such evils as child rape exist. They don't want to be reminded of terrible things. It couldn't happen to them could it? Just that way of nonthinking can cause it to happen.

Maybe they are afraid of themselves.

Who wants to open a can of worms? They might have to admit there are such evils, that such problems exist. Sweeping it under the rug however, just makes a lumpy mess.

And in this case, the children suffer.

At no time was the welfare of that boy considered. It's often the case with such 'delicate' issues. Innocence is destroyed. The bottom line is preserved.

Facing a problem head on has escaped our way of life.

I can tell you if that creep did that to this boy, he'd done it to others, and would again and again. Even if it were the first time he crossed the line into evil, it would have guaranteed repetitive behavior. Like an all consuming flame, power over the child would demand repeat acts.

My answer? To hell with money and prestige. Face the monsters. Stop the threat.

Oh dear. How dare I suggest such action?

Truly for the kids. Not that bs liberal salve that if it saves just one child, it should be done. That's only a ploy to steal Freedom.

If blowing the whistle, not for a time out, but to call the game, harms money and prestige, maybe we should look at values and priorities.

If it stops a life of fear and repression, it's worth more than every penny.

As we enter into that time of year for giving and thanks, look where you are. What are you doing to help?

A healthy Republic is only as sound as the people. Start with yourself and reach out. Not a panic of finger pointing. But to bring justice to those who matter more than money.

For if the children are not given protection and health, then so goes the Republic thence the world into a darkness from which we may never recover.

Friday, November 11, 2011


I was channel hopping on Veteran's Day and happened on The Longest Day.

Near the beginning, a pastiche of historical pieces meant to build to the D-Day invasion, there is a scene in a French village church.

The priest is preaching about long suffering, not giving up, that deliverance was coming. The double meaning is obvious.

And similarly, things today are the same. The shroud of tyranny has slowly drawn itself over the bright land of Freedom. Death is nigh.

But Halloween is over. All Saints Day rose and set. Time marches on.

Then will deliverance come? Is it at hand as it was 6/6/44?

If it is, it will be the same in that nothing just goes poof and it's there or poof, it's gone. It all takes time And more.

It takes effort.

What's ahead is a long road of deliverance. All the ups and downs will accompany it.

Blood, sweat and tears, the pain and horror of removing what has taken Freedom's place is at hand.

My only point is know words and what they mean, what is behind them.

Deliverance is a beautiful word.

It will be a beautiful result.

After the pain comes healing. After the darkness comes the dawn.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Sunrise Kiss

I usually take a walk or hike every day.

It's a great time for me to get some air, stretch my legs for heart and lung and to think.

One night, I ventured out just to be alone and plan my next career move, as well as ruminate about my day.

The parkway was quiet, as it usually became round midnite. Most of the houses were dark, with people apparently nestled, resting for the next day. The air was still, full of Autumn promise, as I contemplated the future.

There was no traffic and the only time the parkway bustled was morning and evening rush hour.

Pretty routine, until she cruised up.

I noticed her slowing out of the corner of my eye, but kept straight ahead. I didn't like to make people nervous in these paranoid days. Sad, I thought, far from the days when even at night strangers would nod and say hello.

'Excuse me, sir', her voice rang like a bell in the middle of the night.

I slowed my pace and turned my head. I was met with a vision. A young woman was leaning out with an inquiring look.

She was simply beautiful. Her hair was retro, a finger wave ala late 20s early 30s. Teardrop earrings and a diamond string necklace highlighted a heart shaped face that glowed.

'Can I do something for you, Miss?' I had almost stopped as she wheeled ever so slowly, pacing me.

'Well, I uh I wondered if,' she broke to a standstill and looked down. Then she looked at me appealingly. 'I'm sorry, I just need someone to talk to.' Her eyes were bright brown and there was a hint of pleading behind the perky smile.

'Well, it's not usually a good idea to just stop strangers.' I smiled and introduced myself.

She nodded and said,'I'm Jean Stone. You, um, have time to talk?'

I had stopped and faced her, keeping my distance. 'Well, sure. I'm just taking a walk. It's part of my daily routine. What's the matter?' I was intrigued and this was unusual to say the least.

'I'm trying to figure things out. It seems no one wants to listen. Could we drive around a while', she seemed embarrassed still and continued,'I know this is odd, but you seemed ok. I just need a little of your time.' She smiled and gestured to the passenger side of her retro car. It looked like an Auburn Speedster, black with white trim.

I mulled the situation and shrugged. 'Ok. I'm told I'm a good listener.' I got in and felt the comfortable leather seat almost mold to me.

'We can just cruise a bit. I've always loved driving around sightseeing and people watching.'

She drove off slowly and the 4.6L 'straight eight' hummed.

'Nice wheels Jean. She's a smooth ride', I noted as the familiar terrain of the parkway drifted by.

Her worried expression lightened and her wide smile deepened. It was a gift from my Dad. Yes, it's nice but he always thought things were important.'

'Well, some people substitute expression with such stuff. They may not know how to give love so they substitute such objects. Me I always say it's the thought that counts.' I smiled good naturedly and hoped it would lighten her mood. Behind the glowing looks was the phantom of gloom.

It worked. She brightened and said,'I think he loved me in his own way. I just wish he'd really shown it.' She gloomed again.

'I've got a bunch of family and associates who think you can buy love. It always rubs me the wrong way.' I paused and her hands gripped the wheel. 'May I tell you that your outfitis lovely.' I smiled my best disarming smile

She smiled and said,'Yes you may. I always liked dress up. Parties were always fun.' She bubbled a little.

'Very retro. Your hair goes with the silver dress.' A lot of youger women were into retro 30s party gear or boho chic for casual. That last was a nod to the girls of the 60s/70s and that was a nod to American Indian dress.

'I don't pay attention. I wear what I like.' She tilted her head back and I noticed a dimpled chin.

'You wear it well Jean. Um, I didn't want you to get the wrong idea. This is kinda different. I tend to tell people what I think.' I meant nothing untoward. My word was my bond and my way.

Jean smiled again and replied,'I know. Thanks for your honesty. It's rare at least for me. So many men have said how beautiful I was, just to get their way with me or try to get my Dad's money. Comes with the territory.' She concentrated on her driving but glanced at me now and then.

'I'm going to tell you, I like women. I enjoy relationships. But, lying just to get in someone's pants always well ticked me off.' Something about her kept me from being too vulgar. This whole evening seemed back in time.

'I've always had my own mind when it came to men. But love, my life, my life has greatly lacked it.' A tear rolled down her cheek. 'Would you come have a drink with me? I trust you. Is there any reason I shouldn't?'

'I looked at her squarely. 'No Jean. I like you and would love to have a drink. alas, I was just out for a walk. No money and well look at me. Shorts, t-shirt and flip flops. I'm a little underdressed.'

'Hey, i invited you. Drinks are on me. My place anyway. It's near downtown. Somehow, I don't want crowds tonight.' She smiled a very deep smile, the corners creased.

'You should smile more. It suits you Jean.'

We drove to an old home, near Downtown. It was three story and was one of the original houses built in the city. this meant one of the prominent families nust have owned it. Guess Jean was seriously into retro.

The interior was the same. It was fully restored to how it must have been in the 1930s. Crystal chandeleers, wine colored carpet up the winding stairs, even a checked foyer. The furniture was well cared for antiques.

'I'm impressed. I love old things too. Well done Jean.'

She strolled to a drink tray in the sitting room.

'Cognac ok?' She made to pour from a crystal carafe.


She did so and we retired to a large wine toned sofa.

'I just don't have long. I,', she looked down then up with crystal clear brown eyes,'I wonder if you'd love me.'

I was a trifle taken aback, but managed composure.

'Well Jean, we've just met. You are beautiful, wonderful company. Love takes time.' I wondered what was going to happen. I found myself hoping their was time.

'I'm just about out of time. I believe you would love me. You aren't like the others. The gigolos, the college fops, the socalled men Daddy arranged too. You are nothing like them.' she leaned forward and kissed me.

It was like a spark igniting a possible future, a promise of more. I kissed Jean more deeply.

In each other's arms, I felt something good awaken.

So did she. Jean beamed and said,'Oh how I wish, I wish we could. I love you. crazy as it sounds. Please believe me.'

'Jean I don't doubt you. But it would take time. Please. I'm willing to see if you are. I can see love sure as dawn is coming.'

She started slightly and kissed me once more. Her lips were so smooth and she tasted of cognac and something, perhaps a bit of sweet spice.

'Oh yes please, I accept your promise.'

As she spoke, the sun beamed its dull gold onto her sweet face. At the same time see seemed to slowly disappear, her smile blending in the sparkle, and as the sun increased, Jean was gone.

Astonished, I sat up still feeling her warm lips.

I slowly woke, Jean's lips still touching me, caressing my spirit.

Was it real? Somewhere.

Was she loved? I think so.

It wasn't til much later I read of a young woman's ghost. She had died alone, her Auburn a twisted wreck, never knowing love. It was said her spirit wandered, driving and searching for the love that had escaped her in life.

Rest in peace and love Jean.

Monday, October 31, 2011


A view or contemplation of death.

This has nothing to do with William Cullen Bryant.

I'd say a worthy contemplation this spooky time of year (Though I write this later. I'm maintaining the original timeline.).

I'm not going to get into some deep discussion of life, death, life. I'll leave that to each person.

Beyond the now traditional onslaught of candy, there remains the roots of Halloween. Yes, there was Samhain (pronounced 'sowen') and the blood sacrifices associated with it. There were great bonfires set to keep the darkness back and celebrate the coming of dawn.

The beauty of words is you can use them in a wide variety of ways for a myriad expressions. It's a two edged sword. They can be used to manipulate or they can reach out to one's imagination. Bet the folks who happen by here know that.

So think about what scares you and let it go. Be observant though. But don't let it haunt you.

Have a blast with big words but be mindful of where and when. Teach. don't pontificate.

Like Halloween, time passes and dawn comes.

Life goes on.

The Hungry House

I could call this 'time and tide' lol. Actually priorities have taken my time from here, so I've been 'redistributing the wealth of time'(bad joke).

This time of year, I have put some short short stories here, mostly dealing with spooky stuff. This year is no exception.

However, my time is increasingly taken up with efforts to make a living from my writing.

As usual, consider this place a doorway to the places you see on the right. I have not surrendered anything except some time. In the long run it's a good investment.

I hope you all are doing what you can to promote Restoration of the Republic. I will never stop that, even with a major move to Hollywood -s-.

Now the story that was to be here has undergone several alterations for the sake of creativity.

It's developed into an outline for a script for a proposed anthology series I'm working to get launched eventually.

Takes time. It took John Wayne at least 14 years to get his version of The Alamo to the screen. Considering he was a major movie star, that's still quite an achievement. I like to think I understand that at least a little, though I am far from Duke's position -s-.

This story has to do with a 'haunted house' gone bad with real horrors emerging. It's got some chops and I might use it as a calling card to get the series underway.

The analogies and metaphors abound. Even the title I've currently chosen could be applied to Congress and state and local governments lol.

Getting rid of the real monsters remains my priority as I hope it is for any who venture here.

Hooray for Hollywood.

We all have our work cut out for us, no matter where we are.

Phantom Neighborhood

There are places that have being, yet do not seem to exist.

I have travelled far and near, experiencing light and dark, solid and unfirm, gone and extant. Yet, the place I happened upon one day still defies description.

It was sunny, just wispy clouds and the temperature was moderate. It was a mellow Spring day.

I was driving around hunting for yard sales. I'm a big advocate of them. You never know what treasures may lie underneath.

Sure enough, I noticed a poster with multicolored lettering:
'Neighborhood Yard Sale. All Weekend. A Little Bit of Everything, A Whole Lot for Little.'

I cruised onto the street and immediately noticed something. As mellow as the day was, it was as if I slipped into somewhere even more peaceful. I felt surrounded by arms that comforted.

There was a plethora of goods, everything from vintage clothes to books, pots and pans including dishware and some fascinating furniture pieces.

It was busy but not rushed as people perused the many articles. There seemed to be good natured haggling and spirited conversation.

I had my eye on a coffee table for my house, dark wood with a bottom shelf when I saw a station wagon pull up.

A young couple and their son, who looked to be about five, quietly walked up the steps to a small house just up a small hill. The boy carried a small box with a loose top. I overheard them chatting with the apparent homeowner.

'You must be Mr. and Mrs. Bennett. And this is Thomas', he smiled at the boy, who was a little self conscious and seemed preoccupied with the box he carried. 'I'm Max Parsley.' He nodded amiably at them.

'Sir here is the bird we found.' Thomas lifted the box for Max to take.

He gently held it and smiled as he looked in the top. 'This little fella seems mostly dazed. I'll take care of him, don't worry.'

Mr. Bennett said,'We think he got in a bird fight and got knocked out of his nest. Tommy was worried and we were told you helped injured animals.'

I wondered about that. Why not go to a vet who handled wild animals? Living in a city had made me regulation/license conscious.

'I see you noticed Max.'

I turned slightly and beheld a tall young woman. she had short dark brown hair and worecut off jeans with a cotton top just open at the front. She was squiring a large dog around, casually sauntering nearby. As I looked she stopped.

'Is he a vet?' I was curious and realized I might have appeared a little uptight. 'My Grandma used to heal the animals on her farm. Just wondered.'

She smiled taking me in, sizing me up with brown eyes that seemed to see through me.

'Oh, he teaches animal husbandry at the college. But his family has always tended animals' She whispered in mock conspiratorial tone,'He does this on the sly.' Her smile deepened and her dog merely shifted, waiting patiently.

'Well healing can take many forms. Far be it from me to put down such efforts.' I smiled back and before I said another word, she resumed her walk. The dog was huge, part Shepherd maybe and a real Heinz 57.

Big as the dog was, she had control and he didn't pull. They seemed in synch.

As she glided off, she anticipated me. 'He's part wolf. His name is Hrolf. I'm Ylva. We'll meet again'

She glided off, that bemused look as she seemed to circle me with her eyes.

Before I could answer, she was gone.

I shook my head and bought the coffee table. I loaded it into my truck and drove off.

As I did, once again I felt as if I was leaving a dreamscape. The area around almost spun as I got onto one of the main streets.

I tried to find the place again. I could not.

It left me to wonder what this girl meant about meeting again.

When the time came, I figured I'd find out.

Avenue And Alley

There is light and dark. They are constantly juxtaposed. And sometimes they coalesce.

The Avenue is almost always busy. Day and night, the traffic horde, which was never meant for this old, narrow street, flows like an artery pumping life through downtown. Good for business, it's a wonder there are not more crunches and fender benders, as parked angled cars line both sides of the thoroughfare.

The alley behind it parallels the whole length. It's quite wide, to allow delivery trucks easy access. Supply and demand. One side keeps the other side going.

I was out enjoying one of my rare nights on the town. It was just getting cooled down at the beginning of Autumn. The bars were crowded and the Avenue hummed with the sound of people seeking entertainment, relaxation and/or escape.

On impulse, I ducked into one of the wide alley entrances. I hoped to avoid the increasing din.

It was as though I stepped into another world. Sure, I heard the bustling crowd. But sounds faded as I progressed into the alley. The lights set above the buildings shone brightly enough, however they also cast shadows, hugging the storebacks and pooling at their bases. It felt encompassing and as I ventured further into the alley, the light seemed to dim.

During the day, trucks came and unloaded supplies then left. At night it was surprisingly empty. The alley was for deliveries only.

Oddly, I was the only person traversing the alley. Not one soul showed up from the Avenue. I heard no reverberating sound on the brick and cobblestone ground.

The feeling grew in me that I was encased as if I was on some kind of trail, witnessing whatever came my way.

I looked in a dim window and saw a woman. She was dressed in the style common in the last part of the nineteenth century. Her appearance was fleeting, wispy like an old photograph fading. She didn't notice me as she sat slowly eating and talking, much like the folks that very night.

I pressed on and a shadow stirred to my right and appeared to break away like a cloud from the penumbra cast by the building. It hovered, never entering the light, a shape vaguely like the figure of a person. My impression was that whatever was there would not or could not enter the better lit alleyway itself. I felt fear.

I was not afraid. But I sure had it impressed on me that I was surrounded with a reluctance a binding perhaps that kept something trapped in that alley.

I hurried to the next street access and reentered the pace of the evening.

This was the reverse of what I had just experienced. It was cool, free and full of the hopes fears and potential that marks all humanity.

As the Avenue was the artery carrying fresh life, the alley was a vein, bringing life back into circulation.

Something lingered in that alley, neither moving forward nor replenishing. Silly as it may seem, it was like a spiritual 'plaque' that built in resistance to life going on.

I hoped, prayed whatever was there would one day leave.

Saturday, October 22, 2011


It's an object that reflects light or sound that preserves much of its quality prior to contact with the mirror. They can vary as to wavelengths and what gets filtered.

Mirrors are used by most people. The reasons and degrees fluctuate as do the results.

Some give a relative dead on image. Others distort such as convex, like a fisheye, makes an image more distant and usually have a warning that objects are closer than they appear. They do give a wider field of vision. Concave are inward and give different images depending on distance.

Shape size etc can give nuances as to effect. Reflection is not just reflection.

But, mostly, I think it's attitude that affects mirrors, at least as far as people looking at themselves and others.

In Hollywood, mirrors are handy tools of the trade. Makeup and lighting combine with reflection to create effect, whatever the goal may be. It can minimize the bumps and pores even before airbrushing.

There are those obsessed with image. But we never exactly see ourselves as others do.

It is said mirrors show the truth. Others claim it's merely literal reflection, just an image that never reveals anything completely.

Perhaps it depends on the eye of the beholder. People see what they want to see.

So truth can be had. But it takes time and circumstances to see.

You may have to look twice.

There are other types of mirrors. They reflect sound and matter.

But that is another matter altogether.

Mirrors as clues might sum it up. Give yourself a chance to see.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011


Moving away from the law or its long arm or being an outlaw hasn't changed in ways.

I rewatched Robin Hood a little while back. That's the one with Russell Crowe.

Timeless are treachery and deceit, the meaningless promises of kings, politicians and other 'leaders'. Whether by 'divine right' or appointed, they let you down. And yes, the elected doofuses these days many times think they have some privileged presence.

Let's don't forget Ayn Rand's comment that laws are passed to the extent that we all eventually become criminals. It has happened and is increasing.

Wow, Captain Obvious speaks again. So much written and bandied about why should I even write this stuff? Because I can -s-.

We should all be able to do so. It is our right to express ourselves and criticize the gov etc.

Of course, we may stand the chance of getting the attention of said officials. If we irritate them enough they may label us persona non grata. Outlaw status may follow.

Worth it? Ask Robin Hood. Or query anyone today who is looked at askew because they point out the flaws of said leaders and gov.

According to the legend, they organized and fought a winning campaign against John and his minions.

Sound familiar? Just sayin....

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Re Law Abiding Citizen

I may be repeating myself but I'm mindful lately of the encroachment of the state and our response to it.

Law Abiding Citizen is a disturbing flick that deals with not just encroachment, but the murky rules and world of 'law' and the courts.

A man's wife and young daughter are beaten raped and murdered, while he is bound and beaten.

The culprits are caught and tried. In spite of the husband's wishes, a deal is made that turns 'evidence' allowing the real perp to go and the accomplice to be put on death row.

The husband enacts, as it turns out, a carefully planned mission of not just revenge, but a scathing indictment of the criminal justice system.

He kills both perps, in unusual ways but goes on to punish the system by executing or murdering (depending on the view), the judge, and several lawyers.

Now, the husband happens to be a black bag scenario artist for apparently the CIA. You might suspend disbelief for the sake of the story. A lot of questions otherwise would arise.

There are btw, people like this. All I care to sasy -s-.

With his abilities and ten years of planning he is ahead of the game.

The movie plays him as a guy royally screwed by the system. Then he becomes an avenging angel. But it shifts so that he seems to be warped and murderous.

Still, the question remains what to do with a system, a Republic that has receded into an increasing police state?

Will there be people as skilled waging a black ops war during a civil war?

War is hell.

Let's hope justice wins and the Republic is restored.

The question remains yet again. Is all fair in love and war?

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Fear 2011

October is in many ways, my favorite month. My birthday on the sixth, the transitional weather especially when it's moderate and Halloween are three selling points for me.

Yep it's that month of spooks and scares aplenty. I may just stick a couple of short short stories here, though time is getting sparser and my writing is Hollyweird bound.

Fear rises in the changing wind.

What do you fear? There can be so many things.

Some people fear cops. And many cops fear guns.

That phobia has been done to death, pardon the sardonic pun.

Every day, you can see evidence that there are 'only ones' who are untrustworthy and dangerous. The Canton Ohio case is classic. This badged moke threatened to kill a permit holder. There is dispute about the case of course. The deparment is trying to cover its ass. But this cop has done this before. So he gets leave and or desk work with pay while the permit holder gets arrested as a public threat because he decides to sue for the improper conduct. They are still playing legal footsie with it.

Often permit holders are arrested and charged as a knee jerk reaction to cover the ass of cowards and bullies who have no business 'policing'. In Ohio the failure to inform scam is common.

Is it fear? Yes.

It is either fear of armed citizens (Civilian is a misleading word as the cops are merely civilians charged with a particular job to keep peace and more now to enforce laws of the state.) or more often, the fear of their bullying going public.

Well let's out em and show WE are not afraid of them.

Take care doing so as they may be trigger happy loons, unlike most who carry.

Check out the for Canton PD Notification Arrest and Officer Conduct. It's tragically graphic.

Take care all, for fear may give way to selfdefense and civil war.

Sunday, October 9, 2011

A Century

If my Dad had lived, he would be 100 years old today.

I suppose that's not significant to anyone but me, but it is a focal point for reflection.

A century has passed since the birth of my Dad. A lot has happened to us individually and as a country and for that matter the world.

Depends on your view, but a lot can occur in a hundred years. I believe a lot can come down in even lesser time.

Plans are made, ops carried out. They can be very long range. They can have detours but lead back to a focus. These are made for weal or woe.

Naturally, weal and woe can mean something different depending on where you are at. In other words, a collectivist and a Restorationist have opposing stands, thus disappointment to one is frequently success to the other. Perhaps in miniscule ways and bit by bit.

And over a century a canvas or mosaic is laid out.

I'm here because of my Father biologically and also, to a degree, mentally and spiritually.

I am me because of many things. My Dad was the start as was his Dad and forebears, also mine.

Likewise, I am the start for my kids etc.

The next century already unfurls for weal or woe.

Happy birthday Dad.

Court Dogs

These are literally dogs brought into a courtroom to calm a witness or plaintiff when giving testimony.

In a particular instance, a defense lawyer claimed the dog prejudiced a jury, unduly causing his client's prosecution. The lengths child rapists and their cohorts go to in order to shift blame is untenable. The simple fact is that courtroom dogs work.

In another instance, a child was frozen in fear by the presence of his rapist's family. The boy played with the dog and had the courage to tell the judge that he was afraid of them. They were removed.

Dogs have been used for a while to deal with folks who have particular stress such as post operation or Alzheimer's as well as rape.

They are trained similarly to guide dogs for specific behavior and respond to a patient/plaintiff.

Of course, we are all entitled to proper defense, no matter how egregious the crime nor how obviously guilty someone is. Otherwise, abuse of the court/justice system takes place.

That seems almost a joke considering how raped the system has become.

Justice for all protects fairness. It is a matter of fully informing juries and judges being held accountable to the people that will start to tip the scales back where they belong.

But court dogs are better than teddy bears. They are flesh and blood examples of compassion and I hope will be used even more.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Hap Hap Happy

Another birthday, another year.

It can be looked at several ways.

I'm one year closer to death. Morbid? Factual?

Doesn't bother me. I will live til I die.

Am I wiser? Yes and no.

What have I done? Little bit of everything? Not enough of something?

It'll all come out in the wash.

I am, at this point personally happy.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not at all at peace, particularly where the Republic is concerned.

But I'm at a place in my life where some positive things are happening. I am not satisfied though.

Satisfaction should be at best fleeting. There is always room for improvement, refinement. Be happy with what you have, but strive for more.

And mindful of the spooky aspects of my birth month, here is my word for you all.

Whatever you are doing, wherever you are, don't be afraid.

It's time to venture forth. Do what you can and don't let that be a cop out.

Let it be what it is.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

The Next Three Days

How far would you go to help someone you love?

The Next Three Days deals with this and the legal what ifs concerning prosecution of an innocent person, the attempts to free her and the resulting desperate flight when the system fails.

The prosecuted woman had an altercation at work with her boss. Later the boss is mugged and killed. A series of coincidences follow and she is sent to prison based on circumstantial evidence. A button had popped off the muggers jacket, but it was never found. It's all very vague and leads the husband to put a plan together to free his wife.

A great deal of the flick shows how the husband goes about this. He consults a man who escaped from prison seven times. Theman advises him that the easiest part of an escape plan is the actual escape. Keeping free was the difficult part.

The husband plans and fails several times til he concocts a successful plan.

The plan entails false papers, a large amount of cash and a destination that would be more off the grid than many.

Some of it reminds me of Matt Bracken's details particularly in Enemies Foreign and Domestic. Of course, there are hairsbreath escapes and a certain amount of luck.

One of the detectives, after the husband, wife and their son successfully escapes, follows forensic instinct and returns to the scene of the original crime/murder.

He determines the path the torn button took and searches a storm drain. Not finding it, he leaves near the end of the picture. It's revealed that the button is on a ledge, buried in debris.

Interesting how circumstantial evidence is used to convict. Mind you, it's not the manufactured crap and unconstitutional rape happening with the F troopers and gods in black robes who mock true justice and have sent innocent people to prison in pursuit of a tyrannical agenda.

Once again, it points out there is truth and then there is legal truth. This is so for all the injustice dished out in courts.

As for what the husband does to free his wife, my original question remains.

How far would you go to help someone you love?

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Mike Vanderboegh

I start off the month with a word about this great man.

David Codrea has mentioned this before as have several others.

Mike could use some financial help. His expenditures are draining and his work for Freedom is tireless, putting him not only at risk of the thugs from the state, but his health has suffered.

Yet, he does not stop. He increases his output.

Along with David, he has brought the detestible ATF criminals to light with their embarrassing Gunwalker etc scheme. It has backfied largely from the efforts initially of Mssrs. Vanderboegh and Codrea along with brave whistleblowers inside the gov machine.

What extent are any of us willing to go to in order to Restore the Republic? How far will we go to expose the rot within?

Please, contact Mike and help him out whatever way you can, with whatever you can give.

If you honestly have no extra funds, spread the word and also make yourself a promise you will give when you can.

Go to Sipsey Street, the gateway you can see to the right here.

Let your conscience be your guide. Because we who care about Freedom have consciences.

And the time comes when saying must become doing.

Friday, September 30, 2011


It's a brutal story.

It is a tale of tyranny and Freedom.

The myth of the noble red man is blown, but a very human story of what's good and evil within us comes out.

The story centers on a young man, his pregnant wife and their son.

Their peaceful jungle life is destroyed by marauding slave traders who destroy his village, kill, rape the women and take the husband prisoner with several other villagers.

Keep in mind, these are all Indians, specifically Yucatec Mayans. As I said, it's not race, it's what lies in the heart. What's in the heart of the raiders is evil, decadent.

They arrive at the Mayan city and it is shown to be the depth of debauchery. Slavery is rampant complete with overindulgence in every sense of the word. This includes the ritualistic cutting out of hearts and beheadings of sacrifices to the gods.

Jaguar Paw, our husband etc, is finally led to escape and some of the baddies chase him. They are one by one offed by nature or Jaguar Paw who is now in his element.

He is triumphant and rescues his family.

They are at the coast when the view a seemingly miraculous sight. There are Spanish galleons anchored off the coast and rowboats are approaching with troops and a priest, bearing a large crucifix.

Jaguar Paw and his family retreat to the jungle to attempt a new life, but we know it will be futile with the advent of the white man.

All kinds of conclusions can be made regarding city vs country life and the beginning of Western European civilization encroaching.

The main theme to me is what is in the heart. It's that content of character thing.

I will leave that to each one who sees this thought provoking flick.

Please borrow from a library, rent or buy it.

It's worth your time.

Thursday, September 29, 2011


Symbolism is a marvelous thing. It can serve as a palette for a portrait to create images in the mind. However, it is still up to the individual to discern those images.

When we talk of serpents or snakes, it immediately conjures mind pics of satan , demons and Halloween spook shows. It could bring to mind the Christian snake dancing sects. Fear of poisoning, a slow painful death pop up as well.

On the other hand, snakes are symbols of wisdom. Stealth and sudden attack come into the picture too.

So symbolism is as always, a two way street.

Thus, we come to those who are duplicitous. They bite the hand that feeds them. Like the song where the lady nurses the sick snake back to health then it bites and kills her, so are those who feign patriotism then do all they can to destroy Freedom from within.

Of course, the snakes are easy to spot. It's the wolves in sheep's clothing you gotta discern and watch.

And the objet d'arte (hehehe) of this missive is just that. Be picky and stealthy and be a bigger snake than the others.

Swallow them whole. Bit by bit

Reconstruct the deconstruct.

Good luck.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011


There are plenty of chickens to go around.

Whether you eat meat or not, chickens are everywhere.

They are dull birds, who are so stupid they look up at the rain and drown. The same behavior has been noted in domesticated turkeys. These animals have many individual traits bred out and are comfortable in their pecking order in the flock.

However, they can be aggressive and mean tempered if agitated, belying their seemingly docile nature. They just don't like to be challenged.

In spite of that, they go to great lengths to avoid conflict, except for certain ones who apparently are bred to fight for seemingly no reason except to maintain the brood.

You get my meaning and I won't insult your intelligence with explanation.

Real ones have definite behavior patterns, can be food or pets and a few have pecked themselves to death.

Running from a fight or fighting badly for no good reason get them led to the slaughter.

Conversely, symbolically, roosters are symbols of heroism and being resolute.

No comments but there is an erect one at the top of the St. Clair clan crest.

So, chickens are useful if they think for tehmselves and take a stand.

Cluck on that lol.


Someone on Facebook doesn't like me. Boohoo.

They have intimated I am a vulture. Apparently that's someone who gets some kind of thrill or boost by dropping dead people's names. Hmmmmm.

There is more, but you get the picture. Character assassination.

I'm very bad at pretentiousness. I don't kiss ass well. I say what I mean and mean what I say etc.

Afraid I encountered a passel of wannabes who try to surround themselves with 'important' people. I was introduced to an 'exclusive group' replete with certain celebrities. It was supposed to be a place where folks could safely let down their hair and talk about scripts and apparently other aspects of the biz. I knew it was crap.

I stuck around for a short time, noting the efforts to get me and other inductees to give up story ideas and scripts etc. It was a scam but also the people who had set up the room were the most controlling self important characters i've met on the net. Well certainly they were among that number.

You might think this is fantastic. Why would people go to that kind of trouble just to milk ideas. There are predators at all levels in show business. Just like any other walk of life, there are those seeking to take advantage of others.

There are lots of aspiring writers, as well as actors all around the country, even the world. In Losangeles alone, there are tens of thousands who seek fame, fortune and/or a chance to tell their stories.

A lot of them have no clue what to do. It takes time and patience. It takes getting to know others who could help.

Many have been bilked of ideas and money. I've had experience early on with controlling money sucking charlatans. My good friends Pat McGoohan and Bob Wise cautioned me and schooled me what to look for and to do if I encountered such scum. They both helped me save my bacon in the past and their advice has survived.

In unravelling this sticky bunch, I made mention of said friends and hinted at other associations from the past and currently forming. I made short work of this pseudo elitist nest.

Twas then I was unceremoniously dumped after there were several refs to me being the aforementioned 'vulture'.

Sticks and stones etc is my only reply in absentia.

Typical of culprits. It's the old point the finger routine. Collectivists do it all the time. The mentally unbalanced blame others among other tactics.

Vultures. They live off carrion. Rot. Nothing fresh about them. It's the same old same old.

Nature takes its course.

Wonderful memories of old friends now gone are not dead. They live forever.

Love lives forever.

Nature will take its course and vultures will die or move on.

So keep on the move and stay alive -s-.

Sunday, September 25, 2011


I feel like I've run a gauntlet.

Not the kind with tomahawks and warclubs. I feel like I've run between rows of people slapping me with big turkeys til I fall, then they gang up, pummeling me with those big wet birds.

Sheesh. There is so much to do these days in all facets of my life. Wonder not if I am still bent on helping in whatever way I can to Restore the Republic. I do what I can. Some is quieter and some will evolve to the forefront.

All the activity in my life has resulted in my feeling pulled this way and that. Well, I've taken a deep breath and gotten my bearings. I'm doing a pretty good job at budgeting time.

I've never been busier and it's increasing.

One side is serving the other and there are some things in store that I hope will benefit our quest for Freedom.

Far as the turkeys go, I'm not letting them get me down.

Thursday, September 22, 2011


Mind your manners. Especially ala the Stooges dinnertime antics.

The Boys could always be relied upon to send up 'polite' society.

They were invariably out of their element and made up manners as they went along. Usually the etiquette was nonexistant and quickly devolved to a pie throwing and in one classic a creampuff tossing contest.

In one instance, the high society folks thought the Stooges were top shelf etiquette experts. They imitated their obviously skewed table manners.

There are always those who want to be different, better. That in and of itself is great. I like to stand out and certainly in my field of endeavor getting 'noticed' kinda helps you sell yourself.

Poking fun at pretentiousness was the Stooges name of the game. And thus lies the crux. There is nothing worse, said my Mom, than a thief and a liar. That behavior goes hand in hand. But what has that to do with the exaggerated characters in a Stooge short? Surely it was good natured fun poking at the foibles of the rich or the nouveau riche or those upper middle class who are seeking to 'make it big' and socially climb. I think it was.

In reality, there isn't anything wrong with that. Bettering oneself in whatever way one pleases is socially acceptable and more. It is American. Further, it is the way the world is supposed to be.

It's how we go about it. There is the 'rub'.

If your gain is built on lies and deceit, it's like a whited sepulchere. Not caring about who you hurt on any level is a crime especially morally, and I think spiritually. Legally? Well the courts have their own little world.

And I'm tired, incidentally, of people slamming the socalled rich. If you earn it or come by it honestly, more power to you. How you spend invest etc is your business. I would hope you would be responsible and if you decide to help others, it would be to help themselves. A lot of wealth could be lown and the hands would be grasping for more.

The Three Stooges will for a long time to come, lampoon certain behavioral trends, which, by the way, still exist. I'm going to always laugh at those whacked out guys.

As usual, I got to thinking about what was there and what was beyond, thus the missive I have just shared.

It's easier than some think to see through etiquette. I was taught manners and apply them as a matter of course.

Those who fake and have achieved through the expense of others cannot maintain the facade. They are often being called on the carpet now.

The unscrupulous try to hide behind the veil of civility. The sociopaths etc bank on society to do the right aka civil thing.

The time will come when civility will give way to justice.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Job To Job

Actors technically work for themselves.

I don't care if you are in a chorus line in NYC, bit player in LA, featured actor in a series segment, established star, or up and comer, you have a job, then you don't.

I kind of like it. The situation compels you to seek and search, with the help usually of others, to find the next gig.

If you are beyond a paycheck to paycheck life, I suggest you invest. How and what is up to you. But, if you want durability and longevity, you need 'fu' money. Get started with some dough that gives you an edge. I suggest a two year leeway.

Struggling is ok and most people need that dynamic, that competitiveness, or else life is boring. It's worse than boring it's deadly.

Often you truly get out what you put in.

That is the lesson for all of us. It takes teamwork to keep occupied. That means commitment to what you are doing. It's a two way street.

If you don't have something to get you out the door, you might as well curl up.

Then again, without getting existential, a lot can happen behind the door too.

Monday, September 19, 2011

Flea Markets

Soooo boho chic girls how much is that peasant dress, plus accessories?

Wow, you can pay what for some, is a young fortune. You can buy knockoffs more cheaply. Or you can go for originals at flea markets/thrift stores.

You might be surprised how many 'nice' cars from the burbs dot the parking lots of these places. Bargains and especially in harder times, are where you find them.

I like the idea and practice of this kind of recycling. There are wonderful treasures, whether monetary or not, to be had at the markets.

I believe in getting the most bang for the buck. I have no problem paying for anything that is quality and I don't mind having a good sized wardrobe.

But, I have and will have more, practical wardrobe and equipment.

I needn't go into details. Just leave it at having things that give one an edge if circumstances get rough.

So, if you have it spend it. However, get back a dividend.

As for flea markets, etc, you never know what treasures may lie under the surface.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Drug Over

I love getting away from it all. It might be a couple of days away from -fill in the blank-. I'll leave that up to you.

And I don't mind a drink or two or three to relax.

I've had some thought lately about drugs.

Going to LA brings the subject to mind. There are plenty out there.

Illegal, legal, it can take you on a trip.

Thrill rides are common in Hollywood

People are told how great they are and they start to believe it. They can do no wrong.

Some are convinced. Some have a nagging feeling they are not as perfect as they are led to believe

Whatever the reason, the more dough the more blow or whatever you dream up.

You'd better get a dose of reality instead of dosing up.

Once you blur, it drips away.

Self righteousness usually fails. Just saying it's bad won't make it go away. See what it does.

If you think this is too vague or namby pamby, think-think again.

Be healthy.. Get healthy.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Lost And Found

I had a meeting Sunday in Forest Park Illinois.

Forest Park is a village ten miles west of downtown Chicago. Yes, Chicago, the bane of those who love Freedom.

First, let me say I love the toddlin' town. I sewed quite a few wild oats in the day and used to make trips with my Mom to go shopping on weekends. That, by the way, was common for folks in Indianapolis who of course had the means.

I had carefully mapped out on Mapquest itself a route from Indy to Illinois. I wrote down the particulars carefully.

The miles slipped by. We cheered firemen on the overpasses and chitchatted.

Got to what we thought was the approximate destination.

We were actuall near Park Forest. It was way south and west of Forest Park.

Next the time was spent flailing about in getting the destination right.

Dumass me had apparently transposed the name and was so occupied with writing research etc that I simply spaced out.

We got to where we were going barely in time.

By that time, the air had turned blue with my cussing myself out.

Yet we made it.

I don't mind admitting mistakes. That's one of the ways you learn along with asking.

We had a pretty good time and there was whiskey on hand -s-.

Moral of the story is simple. Don't go off half cocked. Check your bearings.

But, if you get lost, ask directions and cuss so you don't get an ulcer lol.

And have a bit of whiskey to take the edge off.

Just don't DUI.

Had a designated driver, my exwife!

Help comes from the funniest places j/k.

Actually it can and just be prepared for the unexpected!

Moods And Changes

Anniversaries are important and can be for a myriad reasons.

Today's will stay burned in the memory of every American. At least it should be. Like Pearl Harbor, this was infamy.

I had a meeting in the afternoon in Illinois of all places and near Chicago to boot.

I noticed on the overpasses there were mostly firemen with flags and banners waving at traffic. We waved and I 'thumbs upped' them.

In the burb, it was quiet but most people were not melancholy. There might have been some who didn't care, but most seemed to be getting on with life.

How we remember any event is up to the individual though pulling together is obviously a good idea.

If I sound wishy washy, I'm not. Just reflecting what I saw.

There are those who are uncomfortable with 911 or any event.

They want the world to be a grand place and it's grander if they don't have to think about anything distasteful.

I'm not accusing anyone I saw of this. It's just a thought that occured to me.

Of course that attitude gave the nazis a green light to rape Europe and other collectivists the same advantage.

Oh yes. The changes.

They are famous now and the anticipation of them had Schumer dancing on the steps of the Capitol.

I need only say TSA, Patriot Act etc. to get the ball rolling.

So those who want our guns are of the same ilk.

Ignoring it does NOT make it go away.

My mood? Kick ass.

Change? Back into a Constitutional Republic.

Thursday, September 1, 2011


Getting seen in Hollywood is paramount, pun intended. Just check out what tickets cost for courtside seating at Lakers games. You have to be rich to sit there. And the people and corporations who do are rich. Many of the actors etc seen courtside are there courtesy of agents, managers, studios etc.

I don't care for spectator sports much. I don't think they're bad, unless they are detracting or distracting from what is going on in this Republic. I just never dug hanging out in crowds.

I might go once in a while. Took the kids to a baseball game last summer. No guns allowed btw. Glad they don't wand, what with my backup gun snugly hidden. Don't know what they do at Staples Center. Probably a pretty good violation of rights to protect the big wigs. Maybe I can wangle an invite from one of them and get shown to the private entrance. They even have a hidden bar for halftime to avoid the hoi polloi. Is it because they are better than the people or is it to keep away from embarrassing autograph seekers? You decide -s-.

Far as I go, everybody puts their clothes on the same way etc. And no remarks about taking them off lol. My gauge is always the content of character.

I've been seen in the company of a large variety of people. You name it. Even some of those Freedom sucking tantrum ridden collectivists. There is something to learn from everyone. Remember Tsung Tzu -s-.

Visibility. It is a price to pay. folks in Hollyweird pay it all the time. Comes with the territory. Paparazzi follow some of them all day, just to get em going to the cleaners, gassing up, getting tickets, yoga class etc. A lot of folks are curious what celebrities do. trust me, they do most of the things most people do, just often with more money lol.

Hope they are grateful and thankful. Some are and some are not. Content of character again and laways shows up.

Visibility means showing yourself. Some of us prefer to stay in the background, to be invisible til there is a reason to show ourselves. Ok. Just know where you are at.

There is a need for some to be in the forefront and some in the background.

Just be visible when the time comes.

Wednesday, August 31, 2011


A cityscape can look very attractive. And it is good to put your best foot forward. As long as it isn't a coverup.

Now I'm not getting into the whole urban blight (A coverup term itself) thing. But if I'm moving someplace, such as in my case Los Angeles (The belly of the beast lol), I'm checkin' out the WHOLE enchilada.

I've been looking at the LA and beyond area warts and all. Then again I don't fall for pr from the chamber of commerce. Again, it's good to see the fine points of anything. But if you don't encompass the whole situation then you cheat yoruself.

I love LA and yeah the Randy Newman song lol. But there is a collision course or pressure cooker with illegals, gangs and crime in general that is leading to catastrophe.

I should write again about illegals. Acapulco Joe comes to mind when I think of people who come here for the proverbial American dream.

I'll save that for another time.

On the same theme, ever look at celebrities? I do as part of my work as well as admiring certain actors (Especially female -s-) etc.

Check out closeups. You will notice they all have bumps and pores. That smooth sexy look is called airbrushing. I can't conceive of them doing that to me lol. Well maybe a little but no bikinis nor nudity.

We are human. And while it's no sin to put our best foot forward, it's a mistake to overemphasize. Just the same, it is stupidity to project the dirty and bereft always.

How bout realizing we are works in progress and, not settling for anything, we work towards getting it right?

Monday, August 29, 2011

Boxing Daze

I hate being put in a box. Considering my recent surgery, I mean that literally as well lol.

I understand a certain amount of categorization. What I object and rebel against is the attempt to lump people into human resource factories.

I have in my experiences, seen people with great talents, convinced to settle for less.

Maybe academics are not the cup of tea for some. Perhaps there are those who work with their hands better. Not stupid, God I hate disparaging, condescending attitudes as though some are a kind of thing, depersonalized, automat here for the service of their 'betters'.

All people are worthy of respect, unless their actions abrogate it.

I look for the uncommon, the unexpected. Some will never do but one thing. Can they do one thing well?

Are they in a box? Maybe. Or they have never had the chance to step out.

I can't save the world. But I can do my part.

And I am NOT going to fit in a box, hole, behind a fence or wall.

I will do what I can to help others to break free too.

Sunday, August 28, 2011

The Howling Man

Another great Twilight Zone ep.

It's a fantastic story about a group of obscure monks who do not welcome a lost and wounded wayfarer. they practically kick him out only letting him stay because he collapses.

Occasionally the eerie sound of a wailing howl splits the air. At first the monks deny it but then relent.

In a dialog with the abbot, the man learns the monks have captured the devil, satan himself and keep him in a cell stopped by a wooden crook of truth.

The traveller disbelieves and in a dialog with the man who asks for help in the name of mercy, not God to be released.

Upon release, the man is revealed to be the devil and disappears into the night.

In the ensuing years WW2 and other horrific events plague mankind.

Before this, the disbelief of the traveller is countered by the abbot, who is emphatic but not shrill nor unbalanced.

Satan was captured shortly after WW1. Yes there were still sins and terrible things but it was argued not on a global scale.

The point of the exercise partly was that the abbot pointed out satan does cause evil as Man chooses it. But Man is capable of evil himself. There is a catalyst but free will is the tipping point. then evil can become epidemic.

I don't buy the 'relative calm' between world wars. There is always great travesty.

What I DO buy is evil either pretending to be bland or seducing ever so slowly.

As always The Howling Man got this kid to think even in grade school.

Then again, we were all taught that back then.

Pass it on.

Friday, August 26, 2011

Sex Bombs

Kind of a companion piece to Brats.

Sex is traded in Hollyweird. Well then again it is everywhere.

I'm speaking only about behavior. Good or bad isn't necessarily relative. For the purpose of this post, we have it as is.

Too many people use sex instead of it being part of life.

The casting couch exists. I've escaped it so far lol. And people are sometimes used as if they were pieces of meat.

My way of looking at it is to rise above it. Make sure your base is secure and have a backup complete with money. Be careful with whom you associate and have your own mind.

They call it show business for a reason. It's remarkably like other work except for the type of product and return.

Many people are unaffected and though there is glam on one end, folks can be down to earth.

Some do not grow up as in maturity being stunted. I'm not talking about healthy childlike qualities such as spontaneity. I'm talking about the ability to make sound judgment is stunted.

Depends on the person. And it depends one who is around you.

It's that selfgovernment thing again. It extends to what we have set up in our Republic.

Start with self and build.

Thursday, August 25, 2011


Some of the kids in Hollyweird handle fame/success better than others.

I'm not here to name names, I'm not a sensationalist preying on the curiosity of the masses. Guess you could say I'm interested in what makes people tick. Sure I'm planning to get that PhD in Clinical Psych. But, I believe many of us share that curiosity.

Is it important to understand? Yes. On the other hand, over psychologizing is a maze like trap.

Most of the kids get fairly rapid success. That means for them big bucks. to the truly wealthy, it's a spit in the ocean. Learning how to deal with all the trappings some fall off a cliff. they are overwhelmed.

Drugs booze general decadence suck them in as they realize they can, in their world, get just about anything they want.

What would you do if you received huge salaries for your work? How would you handle it?

I hope I find out -s-.

Some of the kids do well. It's a matter of having a head on your shoulders and getting good people round you. They earn the money, they should do as they see fit. I'm all for a little free spirit capitolism.

Debate if you want the sometimes obscene bucks trundled round Hollyweird. It's hard to keep principles and not sell out.

Some of us try and succeed.

When I have the money, I will help people help themselves and for a number of reasons/causes.

I make no promises I cannot keep.

Some of the H-kids should be spanked. some think for themselves.

Self government works that way at all levels isn't it?