The Future

Islam uses, praises, & advocates for taking over the world by breeding. Like 4 wives and 22 kids. In America, we are trying to erase the difference between male and female and promote gender confusion. I hope there is no connection between the two concepts.  Don't you?

Full-time Job

                       Marketing Major

The Battle of the Sexes

Jiggery Pokery

There is all this boring badinage about publishing, the publishing industry, the future of publishing, the death of print at the hands digital, pricing, fonts, pulp versus literature, genre, cross-genre, formulaic writing, (my absolute favorite). (See Harlequin guidelines, etc.) Then reviews, paid for, traded, sock puppet, fake, positive, negative, etc.  Three years ago this was fascinating. Now it is old news.

I published on KDP. I had some terrific download figures. I got beta readers for free. It was fun. I hated promotion. I stopped it. So, of course, I dropped off the map. I have screen shots of when my very first was number one free, when my second one was number nine paid and featured on some Amazon "also liked" next to John Sanford. Now I bore myself to sleep at night trying to figure out how to make a single paragraph transition in a book that is finished in my head -- imagining the witty promos I will do when I release it. I play Candy Crush a lot. Can barely read something from my "must read" pile.

I think authors might want validation more than they want to tell stories. I had a few reviews so validating, showing the reader got me, it seems enough for me. Maybe I am rationalizing, but it seems like I don't care so much. Then I will spend an evening spewing four thousand words and loving every single one of them.

I have to dig through so much detritus to get to something I love. (Just do it!)

Yuletide Greetings

I try so hard to please them.

Sins of the Fathers

                                     

Dear Doctors Everywhere

Dear Doctors of every persuasion (and the people they are treating),

If, when, or before you prescribe amlodipine besylate for someone's hypertension, please google the side effects which are widely documented.  Then you won't have to refer that person to:

an orthopod,

a dermatologist,

an oral surgeon,

a gastroenterologist,

a psychiatrist,

an optometrist, 

and

a cardiologist,

to treat, with further multiple prescriptions and/or treatments, for any or all of the vast number of side effects.

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Problem Solved

1.  Google the word taqiiya.
      Never mind.  I will do it for you.


 "Taqiyya is an Islamic juridical term whose shifting meaning relates to when a Muslim is allowed, under Sharia law, to lie. A concept whose meaning has varied significantly among Islamic sects, scholars, countries, and political regimes, it nevertheless is one of the key terms used by recent anti-Muslim polemicists. 

"Muslim scholars teach that Muslims should generally be truthful to each other, unless the purpose of lying is to "smooth over differences."

There are two forms of lying to non-believers that are permitted under certain circumstances, taqiyya and kitman. These circumstances are typically those that advance the cause of Islam - in some cases by gaining the trust of non-believers in order to draw out their vulnerability and defeat them." 

2.  Watch the movie "Thirteen Hours".

They do not even delve into the part where Ambassador Stevens is cattle prodded in the genitals. But I will refresh your memory.

Warning: Horrible image follows so don't look at it if you are squeamish.  Some say it is fake. Let us pray that be true.

3.  Google taqiyyah.

4.  Stop being charitable toward muslims.  Why do you expect them to know what Christian Charity even is?

5.  Do something.The world is laughing at us like we are dancing monkeys on a stick.

6.  Stop letting yourself be a dancing monkey on a stick'

By the way, you can apply for a FOID card on line.

Further:  I am an islamophobe.

So there. . .

Semper Fi.

BOOM!

“I don’t think they’re gaining strength,” Obama responded. “What is true is that from the start, our goal has been first to contain and we have contained them. They have not gained ground in Iraq, and in Syria they’ll come in, they’ll leave, but you don’t see this systemic march by ISIL across the terrain.”

Obama said this to George Stephanopoulos Friday morning.  Was it delusion, stupidity, a trigger?  ISIS is pouring across the world. We have ISIS training camps in Illinois and no one does anything about it. How can he possibly believe we have contained them? And, if he doesn't know it or believe it, it is one more nationally broadcast lie to America. What happened in Paris can happen here at any minute. Think about that every time you walk in the door of a mall or a theater. The only difference will be someone in the crowd of US citizens will be armed.

Harrassment By Any Other Name

When I was in college, I was a member of a much ridiculed minority. One consisting of only two percent of the world's population. At my institution the percentage was even lower. As a matter of fact, I only recall 3 other members of this minority in all my years spent there. I was constantly being approached by people remarking on my condition. I went to the Dean, Lamping was his name.  He was dating a grade school class mate of mine, but they broke up. I better leave her name out of this. Anyway, I asked for a "safe place" where those of us sharing this condition  could congregate without being "hit on". That is what they called it in those times. You were being "hit on" or "hawked", not harrassed. So when I made my request the dean said, "Bag ass, Red."

Pope Redefines Charity

The head of the Roman Catholic Church, of which I was formerly a holy card carrying member, announced today, barely able to contain his utter glee, that the commonly used word"charity" has been redefined. Formerly equated with good deeds, as in Christian Charity or the well known Catholic Charities, the word's primary meaning has been altered to "blackmail", announced the infallible head of one of the world's larger and more respected religions. 

Official decree attached. 

Any non-adherence to the new doctrine will qualify as the type of sin known as "mortal".

http://rightwingnews.com/democrats/pope-declares-that-us-churches-should-lose-tax-exemption-unless-they-take-in-muslim-refugees/

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Morning Glories

It took three years  to get back a  blue one. They self seed and cross pollinate too much.  I have planted only blue for three years. I hope this will be a blue vine. Thrilled I am.

SEE WHAT YOU ARE SAYING?

The Spectrum of Bitterness -- part four

"The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in '68 and he told me. . . "

                                                                           Joni Mitchell

Last night I spent about three hours on a three -way, (don't get your hopes up. . .) cell phone, voice and text message discussion.  A person close to me called.  They were in distress half-way across the country from me.  I spoke and texted with all three members of this debacle, until my wi-fi finally said, "Fuck this." and gave up the ghost.

Among other things, I was told pieces of family history that a person had told another person that were part enhancement, part disremembering , and part hog wash.  I dealt with tears, lies, condemnations, praise, laughter, pleading, drunkenness and despair. This morning I was texted that every thing was hunky dory and they were going to experiment with one of the pieces of advice (Not the one where I said shut the fuck up) and see how that worked out.

I responded, since they were all in search of emotional peace of some sort and none of them had a handy firearm, that the texter should tell one certain member of the triad that I find it very difficult to text while my tears are pouring over the keyboard. I pretty much felt like I was run over by a truck.

It isn't like this same horrible blood-letting drama hasn't unfolded on at least three other ocasions, word for word. No. This was all new, fresh wounds and never before experienced pain and anguish.   Remind me to press record call the next time it happens.

One of the persons, near and dear to me, is very well known to react, or should I say 'lose her shit' over specific issues that this unnamed person does not care to deal with at that moment, which is 99% of the moments in that person's life.  So I am hoping that some of these people will soon learn not to rock that boat, or pull the tail of that tiger, or poke that hornet's nest. Of course I admonished one and all that it would be very difficult work to even reach 50/50 compromises on these hot button issues and they all agreed that they would whole-heartedly make that effort. Again.

I am thinking of ordering a t-shirt that says, "I am not Ann Landers."  but no one knows who that is anymore.  I am a rather socially solitary person and I cannot figure out how I end up in the middle of these things.  After each one of these crises has passed, if I dare say, "So, how's it going" or "So, what's new?" I usually get the "Go away, you meddlesome bitch" sneer.

My brothers were feuding for a good many years.  I felt like a frigging ping-pong ball.  They actually, were they to accept an inquiry, could neither of them remember what the feud was about. The demise of our beloved father caused them to put the conflict aside and be "brothers" again. This, of course, since I am not only the middle child, but also an ignorant female whose life experience with dealing with  aging and dying parents and rest home bills, etc. counts for naught, means the ping- pong table was folded up and put in the crawl space, and this ping-pong ball was immediately relegated to a dusty corner of the "high, high" shelf. And, since I have had many a year to develop certain scars and calouses, I just don't give a shit.  I am just me.

It isn't even reality.  Everything that I experience takes place only in my brain, a beautiful garden where I am very content.  Lots of weeds, but I know how to get rid of them. I am quite capable of generating a colorful alternate history. (Which any of you that wish to, can delve into.  Google me. Cherry pick from the reality and the fiction. Whatever suits you.)

"No man is an island."  That's baloney.  I am an island and if you are on it, be it ever so briefly, it is because I allowed it.

And Richard died, so I don't have to deal with that anymore either.

PATRIOTISM

To night I went to the most glorious fireworks display at Great Lakes Naval Station.  The xanax kept me from having a panic attack because I genuinely  believed that ISIS could launch an RPG into the crowd from some cabin cruiser off shore, where many gather in their boats to watch the show.

But at each surge of emotion, each patriotic song, crying  when Toby Keith says "we'll put a boot in their ass" (he would, we could, we should) I  thought "Why are people  trying so hard to fuck up our Nation from inside and out?

And let me add, there were far fewer people there this year. Maybe fear, maybe apathy, maybe more haters. But there were plenty of people there that would stand up next  to you and fight for our country's values. Of course I would. I have nothing to lose.

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Maybe The Last One

Tomorrow, celebrate our wonderful Nation's  birthday, joyfully and safely.

United we stand. Divided we fall

DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT IS HAPPENING?

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Update

Hope this announcement does not offend any one or trifle with their feelings, but it is serious and important to me which is why I keep forgetting to mention it.

At my last doctor appointment my doctor upgraded me from bipolar disorder to dysthymic condition.  This means I am not crazy anymore. Just a little sad.

Perspective

Tempest in a Tea Pot

Another forced attempt to distract us from what is going on.  Divided we fall.

Big fuss over a flag. How 'bout we forbid ten percent of the displaying of the Confederate Flag?

And, by the way, George Washington owned slaves. I want to say something about pigeons coming home to roost, but probably not politically correct -- a HUGE concern of mine. Not.