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Prologue
The world is governed by very different personages
from what is imagined
by those who are not behind the scenes.
Prime Minister Benjamin Disraeli (1844)
Of all the women in the group, for Sir Digby Chalfont, a connoisseur, one stood out. She was tall, with impeccably cut gleaming bronze hair. He noted the Givenchy Pandora box bag slung over the shoulder of her black crepe trouser suit, a Tyrwhitt, if he was not mistaken, and the raspberry shirt that softened the aquiline face was certainly an Emilio Pucci. He imagined a crop twitching against her Eleonaro black riding boots; the thought causing him to smile as he homed in. He had no idea of her standing in the group, although the clothes gave a hint to her status, he cared little; she was the most attractive person in the room and he intended to make himself known to her; his newly acquired knighthood must be good for something.
The faint silk scent of the window drapes was now combined with the perfume of luxurious colognes. The Chairman, a portly man with a well-used face, experienced the effect without enjoyment; well used to the smell of money. Taking advantage of his central seat on the small platform he surveyed the room. He was impressed all over again at the power of the Committee; to summon two hundred people from the international political, military, industrial and social elites at such short notice and achieve their attendance was no mean feat. Clusters of men, mostly white and middle-aged, their dark, sombre suits offset by a few in full dress uniform, others in crisp white djellabas and several in multi-coloured dashikis. He noted the women; not enough to tip the balance. All were veterans of this type of gathering, some chatting easily to each other, most keeping their own counsel. At his nod, the man who'd been awaiting the signal detached himself from the group and walked to the podium; tall, slim, dark hair at the distinguished stage.
Kurt Silverman, Head of the Institute of Research. He cut an athletic figure; he looked good and he knew it. He also knew that he was amongst those for whom personal appearance mattered less than power and holdings; in that respect he was not their equal, he was there to serve them. The view offered to him from the uplifted podium was of rows of seats, each one occupied by a glossy A4 booklet he'd prepared and placed there earlier.
Gradually, as if in response to an unspoken suggestion, members of the group began to move to their seats. After a short time the Chairman rose to his feet, his dark grey Kiton suit struggling valiantly to contain and command his ample body. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome," he said, his voice carrying without effort to the back of the room. Given the ratio of male to female and, more pertinently, the balance of power he might have been forgiven for saying, 'welcome gentlemen'. Having caught the eagle eye of the auburn-haired woman in black, seated next to Sir Digby, such a lapse had been rendered impossible. He waved his hand towards the podium, introduced Kurt in a few crisp words and resumed his seat.
Kurt spoke, his voice betraying a slight nervousness; this was an august company and he would have been a fool not to have regard for their power, "Thank you for inviting me here to deliver, for your consideration, the proposed solution to the most pressing issue of our times; 'Peak Oil'."
He paused, making deliberate eye contact with the front row, then continued, "As you know, in the 70s it was estimated we would reach Peak Oil somewhere around 2015, after which the rate of production was expected to enter terminal decline, giving us a global fuel crisis somewhere about 2075."
He clicked a hand held device and the screen behind him came to life, showing a map of the location of the last known oil reserves, "However, increased warfare, rises in manufacturing and rampant population growth has meant a massively increased demand. We passed Peak Oil in 2005. As a result, we will reach the projected fuel crisis much sooner than expected."
He clicked again and the screenshot changed, "Of course, we took steps over the last few decades to try and contain the situation. Thanks to the work of the Neo Liberals in the eighties and nineties we were able to offset the increasing costs of oil production by shifting costs of manufacturing to the more cost effective labour force of the third world."
Kurt indicated with a smile the six-strong delegation from China, all male, in identical Prince of Wales check suits and to his eye, with identical faces. He gestured to the smaller group from India, two serious-looking men and one elderly, petite, sari-clad woman.
"You may recall it was estimated that we'd need a further three decades before the third world would be strong enough to take over the consumption of the West."
He paused before delivering the punch line, "I'm happy to say our recent studies have revealed that the new consumers are there in abundance as we speak, and more than able to take up the slack."
A few heads looked up at this revelation, most didn't react at all. Kurt had no time to wonder if they'd already had this information, he had to move on to the crux of the matter.
"This being the case not only have we no further need of the northern hemisphere labour market, we now have no interest in their continued ability to buy our products. In short we have no further need to sustain this part of the population."
Kurt was moving with poise now, as another chart appeared on the screen showing world population levels, "You will be aware of various natural phenomena supporting our aims of constraining population growth; the greatest of which are Aids and famine. The policy of appearing to work towards their eradication whilst achieving very little seems to be working. That takes care of Africa. Helpfully, Eastern and Southern European countries are being depopulated via sustained civil war and ethnic cleansing."
He paused, then, "Rapid economic cleansing is also underway; highly desirable areas of France and Spain are being de-populated and in the UK, London is being cleared to make way for settlement by the very wealthy, with the rest of the South-East to follow."
He couldn't prevent the smug grin that crossed his face; he'd recently snapped up some exquisite properties just outside Primrose Hill, so felt he had to follow up with, "Of course, you will get first pick of these prime slices of real estate as they become available. In fact, I believe you can book your plots now, is that right, Mr. Chairman?"
The Chairman rose awkwardly, caught out by the change of subject, but the words flowed with practiced ease, "Superior Homes has created an exclusive brochure, copies of which will be available in the foyer as you leave conference. You'll find outline plans for a deluxe chateau in an average lot size of 3,000 hectares in the new territories. "
An electric buzz swept the room.
Kurt judged the time was right for the big announcement, "However, attritional reduction of population in these areas is not enough for our needs. We must contain America, the biggest oil consumer on the planet." Kurt looked round the room, then invested his voice with strength, "We now need to move into the last phase of our plan, which we are calling 'Operation Downsize'. I'd like to introduce General Nathan Goldhirsch of the US Army who will explain it to you."
The US contingent stirred in their seats and a tall man in full dress uniform rose to his feet and headed towards the platform. "That's US Marine Corps, Kurt," he said, smiling. There was a smattering of laughter, quickly suppressed.
"Okay," said the General, his frown bringing them back to complete order, "let's get down to business. We need to reduce the US of A population by at least 25% and we can't pussy-foot around. Economic destabilisation brings its own problems and we have one helluva civilian army out there, all armed. If they get a sniff of what's going on all hell will break loose. So, we gotta do it quickly." He turned to the screen and pointed at the image that appeared, "This here is La Palma, one of the Canary Islands."
A hush settled on the room, this was where it started to get serious.
The screen changed. "And this is the Cumbre Vieja volcano, it is extremely volatile." The screen changed again, "This is the western face of the volcano, which is gradually collapsing. One day, in the natural course of things this side will fall into the sea creating a mega tsunami which will sweep across the Atlantic, ravage the Bahamas and reach the Eastern seaboard in a matter of hours."
He allowed the magnitude of the pronouncement a few moments to settle then delivered the coup de grace, "Well, we don't have time to wait for the natural course of things, ladies and gentlemen, so we intend to blow the whole damn thing sky high. And we're doing it soon."
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The wait is almost over for Detective Andrew Deans; years of agony and despair hanging on the results of his wife’s fertility treatment. But a student is missing. And he must find her.
Compelled to leave his wife in Bath, Deans heads to North Devon, where he encounters Denise Moon, a medium, who exposes him to a psychic dimension he could never have imagined existed, in what soon becomes a murder hunt.
Gripped by inexplicable phenomena attributed to his own ‘paranormal awakening’ and alienated from all but his new mystical muse, Deans is closing in on a sophisticated killer...
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When Stan Halsey and his wife, Valerie, venture to the Middle East, she suddenly disappears, as does all paperwork attesting to her very existence, and both the American and Saudi Arabian governments refuse to investigate.
Now both B.J. and Stan Halsey, unknown to each other, sensing a government cover up of some kind, realize that they alone must find the truth behind their terrible ordeals before it is too late.
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Extract from my book 'Daydream Believers'Daydream Believers
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Corpalism-II-...
http://www.amazon.com/Corpalism-II-Be...
Prologue
The world is governed by very different personages
from what is imagined
by those who are not behind the scenes.
Prime Minister Benjamin Disraeli (1844)
Of all the women in the group, for Sir Digby Chalfont, a connoisseur, one stood out. She was tall, with impeccably cut gleaming bronze hair. He noted the Givenchy Pandora box bag slung over the shoulder of her black crepe trouser suit, a Tyrwhitt, if he was not mistaken, and the raspberry shirt that softened the aquiline face was certainly an Emilio Pucci. He imagined a crop twitching against her Eleonaro black riding boots; the thought causing him to smile as he homed in. He had no idea of her standing in the group, although the clothes gave a hint to her status, he cared little; she was the most attractive person in the room and he intended to make himself known to her; his newly acquired knighthood must be good for something.
The faint silk scent of the window drapes was now combined with the perfume of luxurious colognes. The Chairman, a portly man with a well-used face, experienced the effect without enjoyment; well used to the smell of money. Taking advantage of his central seat on the small platform he surveyed the room. He was impressed all over again at the power of the Committee; to summon two hundred people from the international political, military, industrial and social elites at such short notice and achieve their attendance was no mean feat. Clusters of men, mostly white and middle-aged, their dark, sombre suits offset by a few in full dress uniform, others in crisp white djellabas and several in multi-coloured dashikis. He noted the women; not enough to tip the balance. All were veterans of this type of gathering, some chatting easily to each other, most keeping their own counsel. At his nod, the man who'd been awaiting the signal detached himself from the group and walked to the podium; tall, slim, dark hair at the distinguished stage.
Kurt Silverman, Head of the Institute of Research. He cut an athletic figure; he looked good and he knew it. He also knew that he was amongst those for whom personal appearance mattered less than power and holdings; in that respect he was not their equal, he was there to serve them. The view offered to him from the uplifted podium was of rows of seats, each one occupied by a glossy A4 booklet he'd prepared and placed there earlier.
Gradually, as if in response to an unspoken suggestion, members of the group began to move to their seats. After a short time the Chairman rose to his feet, his dark grey Kiton suit struggling valiantly to contain and command his ample body. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome," he said, his voice carrying without effort to the back of the room. Given the ratio of male to female and, more pertinently, the balance of power he might have been forgiven for saying, 'welcome gentlemen'. Having caught the eagle eye of the auburn-haired woman in black, seated next to Sir Digby, such a lapse had been rendered impossible. He waved his hand towards the podium, introduced Kurt in a few crisp words and resumed his seat.
Kurt spoke, his voice betraying a slight nervousness; this was an august company and he would have been a fool not to have regard for their power, "Thank you for inviting me here to deliver, for your consideration, the proposed solution to the most pressing issue of our times; 'Peak Oil'."
He paused, making deliberate eye contact with the front row, then continued, "As you know, in the 70s it was estimated we would reach Peak Oil somewhere around 2015, after which the rate of production was expected to enter terminal decline, giving us a global fuel crisis somewhere about 2075."
He clicked a hand held device and the screen behind him came to life, showing a map of the location of the last known oil reserves, "However, increased warfare, rises in manufacturing and rampant population growth has meant a massively increased demand. We passed Peak Oil in 2005. As a result, we will reach the projected fuel crisis much sooner than expected."
He clicked again and the screenshot changed, "Of course, we took steps over the last few decades to try and contain the situation. Thanks to the work of the Neo Liberals in the eighties and nineties we were able to offset the increasing costs of oil production by shifting costs of manufacturing to the more cost effective labour force of the third world."
Kurt indicated with a smile the six-strong delegation from China, all male, in identical Prince of Wales check suits and to his eye, with identical faces. He gestured to the smaller group from India, two serious-looking men and one elderly, petite, sari-clad woman.
"You may recall it was estimated that we'd need a further three decades before the third world would be strong enough to take over the consumption of the West."
He paused before delivering the punch line, "I'm happy to say our recent studies have revealed that the new consumers are there in abundance as we speak, and more than able to take up the slack."
A few heads looked up at this revelation, most didn't react at all. Kurt had no time to wonder if they'd already had this information, he had to move on to the crux of the matter.
"This being the case not only have we no further need of the northern hemisphere labour market, we now have no interest in their continued ability to buy our products. In short we have no further need to sustain this part of the population."
Kurt was moving with poise now, as another chart appeared on the screen showing world population levels, "You will be aware of various natural phenomena supporting our aims of constraining population growth; the greatest of which are Aids and famine. The policy of appearing to work towards their eradication whilst achieving very little seems to be working. That takes care of Africa. Helpfully, Eastern and Southern European countries are being depopulated via sustained civil war and ethnic cleansing."
He paused, then, "Rapid economic cleansing is also underway; highly desirable areas of France and Spain are being de-populated and in the UK, London is being cleared to make way for settlement by the very wealthy, with the rest of the South-East to follow."
He couldn't prevent the smug grin that crossed his face; he'd recently snapped up some exquisite properties just outside Primrose Hill, so felt he had to follow up with, "Of course, you will get first pick of these prime slices of real estate as they become available. In fact, I believe you can book your plots now, is that right, Mr. Chairman?"
The Chairman rose awkwardly, caught out by the change of subject, but the words flowed with practiced ease, "Superior Homes has created an exclusive brochure, copies of which will be available in the foyer as you leave conference. You'll find outline plans for a deluxe chateau in an average lot size of 3,000 hectares in the new territories. "
An electric buzz swept the room.
Kurt judged the time was right for the big announcement, "However, attritional reduction of population in these areas is not enough for our needs. We must contain America, the biggest oil consumer on the planet." Kurt looked round the room, then invested his voice with strength, "We now need to move into the last phase of our plan, which we are calling 'Operation Downsize'. I'd like to introduce General Nathan Goldhirsch of the US Army who will explain it to you."
The US contingent stirred in their seats and a tall man in full dress uniform rose to his feet and headed towards the platform. "That's US Marine Corps, Kurt," he said, smiling. There was a smattering of laughter, quickly suppressed.
"Okay," said the General, his frown bringing them back to complete order, "let's get down to business. We need to reduce the US of A population by at least 25% and we can't pussy-foot around. Economic destabilisation brings its own problems and we have one helluva civilian army out there, all armed. If they get a sniff of what's going on all hell will break loose. So, we gotta do it quickly." He turned to the screen and pointed at the image that appeared, "This here is La Palma, one of the Canary Islands."
A hush settled on the room, this was where it started to get serious.
The screen changed. "And this is the Cumbre Vieja volcano, it is extremely volatile." The screen changed again, "This is the western face of the volcano, which is gradually collapsing. One day, in the natural course of things this side will fall into the sea creating a mega tsunami which will sweep across the Atlantic, ravage the Bahamas and reach the Eastern seaboard in a matter of hours."
He allowed the magnitude of the pronouncement a few moments to settle then delivered the coup de grace, "Well, we don't have time to wait for the natural course of things, ladies and gentlemen, so we intend to blow the whole damn thing sky high. And we're doing it soon."
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Winter Smith is a teenage socialite from Watford, England. But when the zombie outbreak finally hits London, Winter has to escape her Watford home and get to the Thames, where evacuation boats are leaving. However, as she travels with a group of survivors she learns that not everyone is to be trusted, and not everything is as it seems.
It's a new adult story of survival, trust, fear and hope.
It's the first in the series. I just finished writing the second but I need to go through edits soon.
A little bit about me? I'm an author from the UK, in South Wales. I am 21.
Extract from my book 'Daydream Believers'Daydream Believers
Something in the wind - 10
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Greed, selfishness, no care for the weaker.
Sharp elbows and sharp knees, this was the way forward.
People saw the price of everything and the value of nothing.
Glenda Jackson on Margaret Thatcher's England.
The Preacher stared out into the packed auditorium. He didn't register the numbers or any feeling of success; he just felt the need to speak what was in his heart.
"Today I want to talk about power," he said, "what it is, what it means for you and me and who has it." He started to patrol the front of the stage, "The first thing is to know what power is, how it represents itself in our world," he stopped and looked out, "not so easy in the minefield of our so called modern democracy. We are told that we are free because we have freedom of choice," he raised his shoulders slightly, "but do we and what is freedom of choice? If you really had freedom of choice would you choose to spend the best years of your life trapped behind a desk or in a factory working for pennies whilst the rich sit back and live off your labour? Is that really what you would choose for yourself?"
He returned to his pacing, "The way I define power is by asking myself, am I living the life I want to live? Do I live my life fulfilling my potential for happiness?" He quickened his pace and answered his own question, "I have lived a full life, I have had great wealth and I have had the company of more beautiful women than it is possible to recall."
He knew he would be alienating some of those in his audience, the ones who had newly arrived to witness the phenomenon he was becoming, but he needed to say it all, "I have owned vast properties, yachts, planes, I have snorted with the stars, I have been at the top," he paused and the silence was absolute, "but if you had asked me was I happy I would have said no; despite all the paraphernalia that goes with vast wealth I was not fulfilled. I did all of those things because it was the thing you did to fit in. I did it to show I had succeeded, but all I actually succeeded in doing was driving an unbridgeable chasm between myself and my wife and alienating my children." He was clearly groping for a way to describe the contradiction, "Great wealth allows you to choose how you live; my shame is that I chose to live it in a decadent way."
He fell silent for few moments in grave contemplation of the errors made in his previous life. The strength in numbers of his loyal followers, who understood where he had come from, was sufficient to quell any murmurings from newcomers such that the auditorium fell silent with him. Then he spoke again, gravely, "A great many people do not have the luxury of choice. I want you to guesstimate how many people don't have the ability to choose their own life style, who don't have the gift of self determination. Call out your ideas."
When the last offering had died away the air still resonated with numbers and percentages plucked from their imaginations.
He waited for this to fade before he spoke again. "Those who possess real power number only in the thousands, not even 1%. These people control the two key resources to our lives." He paused a moment then said, "The first is very real; energy. The people who own and control the natural resources of this planet determine your future; they have the power to create recessions or to feed the world. But I have to ask you a simple question. Given that the energy resources on this planet are here for all of the earth's inhabitants, in that they didn't evolve over millions of years with someone's name on them, they are natural and they are there for you, me and every other person on this planet, why is it that only a few get to live off the wealth generated by the supply of energy?" He raised his hands questioningly, "How is that?"
"The second is money. As we all know, money was introduced to make complex transactions easier. However, now money exists to make more money and we are all slaves to the process. We are always being told that the economy is struggling or that it is booming or that there isn't enough money in the system or perhaps there's too much money, but what is money? Can I mine for it? Can I grow it? Can I pluck it from the skies? No, money is a fiction, it doesn't exist, it's a magic trick and we've all been taken in by it."
He wandered over to his faithful red box, leaned down and took a sip of water from the bottle concealed behind it, "How is it that a few bankers and investors can create a system whereby we trade a fictional resource, one without substance, one they control the supply of, one they have bribed our leaders into accepting as the only valid tender and one we must use, how is it that we sit here and allow them to tell us it is the only way for the world to continue? Bearing in mind that the minute we accept that lie is the minute we pass total power to the banker."
He stared into the audience, "Do you understand? Money isn't real, they made it up but they tell us that without it we have no place in this world, we are skivers and must be castigated yet money is the invisible chain that binds us to the treadmill that keeps the wealthy in place."
No one answered, but it was clear they were thinking this one through.
"So we have two key components representing true power; energy and money. The people who control these also control your lives." He strolled around the stage, still talking, "I want you to imagine a world where everyone has the energy supplies they need, where people have the food they need, where people have the medical care they need, where children have the education they need, where everyone works for the benefit of everyone else, where money has no place and you will perceive Utopia. Humanity's true dream. This world we inhabit now is a beastly business brought upon us by our own weakness and greed, further manipulated by the unscrupulous greedy psychopaths who want to rule."
He stopped and stared out into the audience, "Jesus drove the merchants out of the temple, showing us the true way. Money and the worship of money is a crime against humanity. It is the basest transgression that drives us to sell our services, our labour, our time, our minds and our bodies."
He paused, "Now comes the difficult part, I am going to offer an alternative view of two highly respected and politically sanctified individuals." He waited for a response, nothing yet, "Milton Friedman and Sir Keith Joseph, the men who proposed and propounded our modern day capitalism. It was they who sold the concept of zero state involvement to our leaders; the corollary of that being the creation of a harsh individualist world where money is master and man its servant. Both are of Jewish ethnicity and it is my contention that if they had lived in Jesus' time he would've driven them out into the street."
He pointed out into the audience, "I draw your attention to the presentation made by Milton Friedman in 1972 in which he defines Jewish influence in the market free for all that is modern neo liberalism and neo capitalism, clearly stating that Jews can only survive and prosper in this environment. It is this exact environment he has worked to introduce to the most powerful of the world economies." He moved slowly around the stage, "This is contrary to what was hitherto the accepted view. Most countries had a culture of support for their own nationals, a culture of nation and society, these have always been the founding bedrocks of any successful society. Even Israel, because a great many social thinkers and revolutionaries come from the Jewish faith, all seeking and espousing social and economic equality. Friedman criticises Israel because he feels that the state of Israel has abandoned what he terms as the Jewish way, it's also why he condemns all Jews who support communism."
The Preacher paused, "This is to miss the point, Israel is a state under threat of attack and the Jews of Israel have discovered the necessity of fostering the belief in nation, of a society that looks after the weak, in order to strengthen and prolong the existence of the many. This is what nationhood does for people, this is what society does for nations but all of these things were rejected by Friedman and Joseph and ultimately our leaders of the day, Thatcher and Reagan. They adopted Friedman's neo liberal philosophy of free capitalism. A 'may the best, aka greediest, man win', survival of the ablest, a dog-eat-dog free for all, which has lead to the massive gulf that now exists between the obscenely wealthy 1% and the, increasingly impoverished, rest of society. Which has ultimately driven the West into economic ruin."
The hall was silent as those present ruminated on his words. He turned and left the stage. Barry might have called it quitting while he was ahead.
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7:25 p.m.
“All I’m saying,” said the Pirate, “is that the super heroes stick up for the establishment.”
“They do not.” said Mr. Spock.
“No, no,” said the Pirate, “hear me out, they all fight to preserve the status quo and thus defend and preserve the rights of the rich.”
“Rubbish,” said Mr. Spock.
“Okay,” said the Pirate, “what about Batman?”
“Well, he’s rich anyway,” said Mr. Spock, “so it’s hardly surprising.”
“All the villains, who’ve had what can only be described as a raw deal, are all victimised by this dude with loadsa cash who has the law in his back pocket and can spend as much as he wants on god knows what kind of weapons.” said the Pirate.
“OK, but look at the Penguin and the Joker,” said Mr. Spock, “They were pretty evil dudes, man.”
“Really?” questioned the Pirate, “I’d like to see how you turned out if your parents dumped you down a sewer just for being deformed and ugly… Batman’s parents loved him but were gunned down, he inherited a fortune and look at what kind of nut job he turned into.”
“Oh what?” said Spock, “Penguin and Joker are insane, they have to be put down or they’ll kill everyone just for laughs.”
“It still doesn’t change my point,” said the Pirate, “all super heroes stick up for the establishment, there’s never one that fights for the rights of the ordinary man.”
“What about the Hulk?” said Mr. Spock, “He’s always attacking the establishment?”
“Yeah, but not with purpose,” said the Pirate, “it’s always random and chaotic.”
“So?” said Mr. Spock, “It still disproves your point.”
“No, because the Hulk isn’t fighting for anyone or any particular cause and he’s portrayed as bad for what he does; the establishment is always portrayed as being on the side of right.”
“Yeah, but you always feel sorry for the Hulk though, don’t you,” said Mr. Spock.
“That’s not the same thing, that’s just sympathy for another poor sucker who got screwed by the establishment.”
“Okay, Spider Man,” said Mr. Spock, “He fights villains and he protects everyone.”
“Hey, you two” Charlie Chaplin interrupted with a bang of his glass, “any chance we can talk about something else?”
“But again,” said the Pirate, “he’s fighting crime and geezers who are stealing huge amounts of money from the banks or the state. He’s maintaining the status quo.”
“No he’s not,” said Mr. Spock, “he’s always defending the little guy.” Charlie Chaplin nodded vigorously, and nudged the Lone Ranger to do likewise.
“Only because the little guy gets in the way of the action,” said the Pirate, “the real plot is always about power, wealth and greed and that is way above the average person’s status so it has to be about protecting the rich again, about protecting those with all the wealth against those who are trying to take it.”
“That’s bollocks,” said Mr. Spock, “Okay what about Superman, he’s always sticking up for the man in the street.”
“Again,” said the Pirate, “that’s only because the little man gets in the way.”
“Rubbish,” said Mr. Spock, “this is all just silly twaddle.”
“No it’s not,” said the Pirate, “and I can prove it.”
“Okay prove it,” said Mr. Spock.
“Yeah, prove it” mimicked Charlie.
“Okay,” said the Pirate, “all of the super heroes, they
all have special powers, right?”
“Right.”
“Which lifts them above all others, am I right?”
“Yeah, that’s right, that being the point of super powers….”
“And enables them to fight crime?”
“Right.”
“Right” echoed Charlie, now seriously bored.
“But the only crime they fight is against the poor down and outs who are resorting to the only means they have available, namely violent crime, to get ahead in this warped and twisted world. Does Batman ever arrest a banker? Does Superman ever grab hold of a devious politician? Does Spiderman ever…..”
“Oh what?” said Charlie, “now, that’s just silly…hey, Tranny isn’t he bein’ silly…” He looked across at the Transvestite who was completely absorbed, trying to win back all the money he’d lost on the fruit machine “oh, don’t bother…”
“No, it’s not,” said the Pirate, “everyone knows that the real crime is white collar crime.”
“He’s right, you know” said Hiawatha.
“What?” said Mr. Spock, “I didn’t even know you were even listening?”
“I wasn’t,” said Hiawatha, “but it’s our round so the Lone Ranger is getting ‘em in.”
“Oh,” said Mr. Spock, “but you’re both wrong.”
“No, we’re not,” said Hiawatha, “it’s all just part of our social conditioning and it starts when we’re young.”
“Here we go,” said Charlie, “Karla Marx is off and running.”
“No,” said Hiawatha, “I’m not going to say anything else other than that the whole deal with super heroes, as the Pirate says, is to protect the rich, protect the powerful, maintain the state and to punish the poor villain who is just trying to get ahead.”
“Poor villain who’s just trying to get ahead?” wailed Mr. Spock, “are you completely mad, woman? We’re talking about some real sick fucks here.”
“Actually we’re talking about comic books,” said Hiawatha, “which isn’t quite the same thing…and don’t call me ‘woman’.”
“Huh,” sighed Mr. Spock, “well you’ve ruined that simple pleasure for me, haven’t you.”
“No,” said Hiawatha, “because the underlying truth remains the same, comic book heroes and the spin off films are all designed to get us to relate to the rich and the wealthy and to want to fight to maintain the status quo, to fight to keep the rich and the poor in their accustomed place.”
“No!” hissed Charlie, “that’s a big leap!”
“She’s right,” said the Pirate, “and as I was saying, these super heroes have super powers but do they ever use them to lead the people in a revolutionary war of freedom?”
“A what?” said Mr. Spock.
“A revolutionary war of freedom, he said” Hiawatha responded crisply, “and I agree…does Superman ever fly to Thailand and free the kids slaving in the sweat shops owned by the rich corporations? No, he doesn’t. Does Batman ever break into prison and free the wrongfully convicted and over sentenced black man whose rights were trampled on when he was incarcerated? No, he doesn’t. Does Spider man ever break into a house in suburbia and beat up the abusive and violent husband? No, he doesn’t.”
“Do the Fantastic Four ever fly out to third world countries and defend the rights of the poor civilians against greedy American corporations? No, they don’t,” said the Pirate, not to be outdone.
“They’re all just tools used by the state to maintain the status quo,” said Hiawatha.
“But they are entertaining, though,” said Charlie, trying to lighten the atmosphere.
“The truth is, we’ve forgotten who the real heroes are,” said Hiawatha, “all we have now are fantasy heroes, rich celebs, movie stars who are just pretending to be heroes, pop stars and sports stars. What happened to real heroes like William Wilberforce or Lord Shaftesbury or Abe Lincoln or Washington or….?”
“Washington was a traitor,” said the Pirate, “and he led the revolution against us.”
“Against the King,” said Hiawatha.
“Oh yeah,” said the Pirate, “That’s okay then.”
“Oh, that’s ok then” mimicked Charlie, making a silly face, quite difficult to spot when dressed as a clown.
“And Oliver Cromwell, and …” said Hiawatha.
“My favourite,” said the Pirate, “Ollie Cromwell, cut off that bastard king’s head.”
“Oh yeah and what about Danton, Robespierre and Napoleon?” said Mr. Spock, “heroes or villains?”
“Ask the French,” said the Pirate.
“Yeah right,” said Mr. Spock, “you just use the argument you want.”
“Actually I think the French revolution was good for the people,” said Hiawatha, “Okay it got a little out of hand….”
“A little out of hand?” said Mr. Spock, “Napoleon tried to take over the world.”
“Well he wouldn’t’ve done if the monarchies hadn’t tried to crush the revolution and tell me, what was so different between the French revolution and the American Revolution and our own revolution?” demanded Hiawatha.
“Well…” began Mr. Spock.
“Wow, it’s a crush up there” said the Lone Ranger returning to the table, drinks in hand, “If any of you lot want crisps say so now before it gets really chocker…”
“Yeah,” said the Pirate, “salt’n’vinegar.”
“Pork scratchins please,” said Mr. Spock.
“Oh yeah, me too,” said the Pirate.
“Make up your bloody mind,” said the Lone Ranger.
“I’ll have salt and vinegar as well,” said Hiawatha.
“As well as who? I’m having pork scratchins.”
“Cheese and Onion,” said Charlie Chaplin.
“What about Tranny?” asked the Lone Ranger.
“He’s in his own world,” said the Pirate, nodding over at the fruit machine, “just get him salt’n’vinegar.”
“He likes plain,” said Hiawatha.
The Lone Ranger gave her a dark look.
“Well, I can’t help it,” she muttered, “I’m just sayin’.”
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Flash forward four years to 2014 when I started my own publishing company Writers Cabin Press, Ltd. and published the first book in the Reece Culver Thriller series - Vengeance. A year later I published a novella, Damage, which is the prequel to Vengeance. This past December I came out with the second book in the series, Sabotage. You will find all of my books on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and many other retail sites. You can also learn about my writing on my website www.bryankoepke.com
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How many of y'all are also members of International Thriller Writers (ITW) and attend the annual Thrillerfest? (www.thrillerfest.com) The organization changed my publishing life...when I became part of the Debut Author program with my first thriller Lost And Found which became the lead off of my dog-centric thriller series. Anyway...I'll be at Thrillerfest again this summer (July in NYC). HIGHLY recommended!
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Amy, I've been a member of ITW in the past. I've always wanted to make it to the Conference in NYC. Bryan
Bryan wrote: "Amy, I've been a member of ITW in the past. I've always wanted to make it to the Conference in NYC. Bryan"
I started going at the (I think...) second conference and haven't missed one since. It's pricey, but you sure to make incredible contacts. Also, as an author, you have the op to speak on a panel and sign books in the massive signing event...a couple thousand readers (and authors) attend each year. I save up for it every year. *s* Maybe I'll see you there in the future.
I completely agree re ThrillerFest as a great meeting for both thriller authors and readers. I've attended 2 and plan to go at least every other year. It's a unique and wonderful opportunity to personally interact with top thriller authors and to learn from them in both Craftfest which takes place Wed-Thurs, and the main meeting Fri -Sat.As an infectious disease (ID) specialist and thriller author, I'd like to also mention that my ID thriller novel "Yellow Death" is available in a 99cent promotion from Amazon. The short summary: The war on drugs is not going well and DEA conspirators get ahold of a highly lethal South American hepatitis virus that they mix into heroin and distribute to create a new deterrent to drug abuse. The protagonist Kris Jensen, a CDC epidemiologist goes to investigate drug user deaths in Mississippi and becomes accidentally infected with the virus that she has learned causes liver failure and death in a week. By the time she realizes that she is infected, she has 5 days left to uncover the plot and save herself. As per the construct of thrillers, things go from very bad to much worse before the final battle between good and evil.
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Alex wrote: "I completely agree re ThrillerFest as a great meeting for both thriller authors and readers. I've attended 2 and plan to go at least every other year. It's a unique and wonderful opportunity to per..."This sounds right up my alley! Love medical thrillers...my own has to do with the use of off-label drugs in children (along with the animal behavior aspect since that's my forte). I'll check it out. And hope to see you at Thrillerfest!
Amy - thanks for your interest in "Yellow Death" -I'm pretty sure you'd like it. I'll check out your books also. Love pets - we have a Bouvier- best dog we've ever owned! I'm attending Bouchercon this Fall but won't make ThrillerFest this summer due to conflicts with my still obligatory day job. Maybe next year?
Alex wrote: "Amy - thanks for your interest in "Yellow Death" -I'm pretty sure you'd like it. I'll check out your books also. Love pets - we have a Bouvier- best dog we've ever owned! I'm attending Bouchercon t..."I got your book, looking forward to the read, linking to hit here (47 starred reviewed folks!) to help others find it. I've got friends going to Boucher, still debating on that myself. I could do conferences all the time...if I could afford it! (Bouviers are great dogs...) Great to connect, happy writing!
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Extract from my book 'Daydream Believers' Daydream Believers
Something in the Wind 12
Milton Friedman's misfortune is that his economic policies have been tried
John K Galbraith
The Preacher stood in front of the studio audience. He'd come far since those days on London Bridge, and the empty seats in the old, draughty theatre. Now he had a universal platform; he was on TV and he could access more people than he had ever dreamt possible. Was what he had to say worth risking that? Was Barry right; he should temper his comments, consider what was at stake? If he went ahead with his idea for tonight's show it could all end. He rubbed his face, the mandatory studio make-up irritating his skin. No more time for doubt; he was live.
He didn't bother with the formalities, he went straight in, "Things that bother me, that drive me to distraction, that make me insane, that have me raging at the TV or throwing clenched fists at imaginary targets," he paused, "I used to have a Christian name but now I have a forename, why? Why? Because of the Muslims, because they don't have Christian names we can't have Christian names. Does that make sense to you? There are over 55 million Anglo Saxon Britons in this country; we make up nearly 90% of the population yet because of the Muslims, who make up less than 5%, we no longer have a Christian name, we have a forename."
He resumed pacing, "If they wanted to make the Muslims feel more comfortable why didn't they just put the option, 'Christian name or forename,' on every form?" he stopped and looked out at the camera's red eye, "Makes sense to me."
The studio audience, having started out a little uneasy, was starting to relax.
"Another thing that bothers me, I'm English, born in England, I've always lived in England. I love this country. My ancestors on my father's side are all English, admittedly there has been some degradation on my mother's side, she's Scottish you see," he was laughing now, "I have Scottish family and they're always giving it all that about us English, so ignore that." He continued pacing, "I love England, I support all English club sides when they're playing other countries. Where the Olympics are concerned I support all Britons, even Scottish ones, but the thing that bothers me is that when I complete a form I want to tick the box marked English or British, but I can only find UK National. What the hell is a UK National?" he didn't wait for an answer, "Apparently it is a term used to cover British subjects, but what does that mean?
The audience waited, they wanted to know.
"Well, it means you and me and ex-pats overseas, but it also covers immigrants, asylum seekers and under the Borders, Citizenship and Immigration Act of 2009 anyone who has been here for 5 years," he raised the palms of his hands, "these people are all UK nationals."
He started to pace, "My ancestors have been here for thousands of years, as I am sure have many of yours. My ancestors fought to keep these islands British, to keep them for us, but our leaders, our politicians have conspired to give away our country to foreigners," he paused, "you thought you were British, that you were English or Scottish or Welsh or Irish but you're not. You thought you had a special meaning, that you belonged to a special group of people, that you meant something, well you don't, you're not special, you're just a UK National, the same as any Johnny-come-lately foreigner who turns up at passport control, who wanders in with no empathy and no love of this country, no love of its history, its people, its culture, its heritage, its customs, its religion, its armed forces or its sports teams. Your rights are being eradicated in favour of foreign nationals who have countries of their own to go back to," his voice rose in a shout, "YOU COUNT FOR NOTHING! And you have nowhere to go. This is it."
He paused, the unforgiving studio lights catching a glistening in his eyes, he swallowed hard and continued, "Another thing that bothers me, every poster, every advert, every Government issue leaflet, every NHS leaflet has 1 token white person, all the others are black and Asian, Sikhs and Muslims, Chinese or whatever, in spite of the fact that there are 55 MILLION OF US!"
He picked up the pace, "Now I'm willing to bet that if you find yourself agreeing with what I've just said, if it annoys you as much as it does me then you will find yourself worrying that you're racist. I'll bet that most of you are thinking that about me right now, 'he's racist' so, I will answer that burning question, 'No, I'm not racist'. And on that topic, isn't it funny how one always has to say, 'I'm not a racist but....' You can't say anything about nationhood without feeling the pressure that someone is going to call you racist."
He stopped and stared out into the audience, his concern evident. They looked pressured, but had the safety of silence knowing his questions were rhetorical. A few nodded discreetly but several others seemed to be looking worriedly at black or Muslim members of the audience.
"You are a racist," yelled out a young white male sitting in the centre of a multi-ethnic group.
"I'm a patriot and I want to maintain England's Englishness." Some cheered, others, emboldened by the heckler, booed. "Ask yourself, why are the people coming here so intent on making this country a facsimile of the one they chose to leave? Who gave them leave to change our mores and culture in order to feel more at home? Why are we, the indigenous population finding our rights eroded by laws designed to prevent us raising our objections?"
He let them stew on that for a few moments and then continued, "Precedents from history for you; after the collapse of the Hapsburg Empire in 1918 various countries were created out of the collection of small states and principalities, countries such as Yugoslavia, made up of Croats, Serbs, Bosnians amongst others; Czechoslovakia, comprising Czechs, Hungarians, Germans, Poles Slovakians and Ukrainians; Poland was re-created and given back a huge slice of eastern Prussia, the population being made up of Poles, Ukrainians, Belarussians, Lithuanians, Czechs and Germans."
He walked to the back of the stage and took a sip of water, then walked quickly back, "Thus, a mish-mash of countries were created, populated by dozens of different nationalities, with different religious beliefs; Jews, Christians, Muslims, Greek Orthodox, who all wanted their culture and their religion to be paramount and who wanted their language to take precedence. A great deal of ethnic cleansing took place during World War II, concealed by the war and nothing to do with the Germans. In the latter part of the 20th century Yugoslavia broke apart and descended into the brutal ethnic cleansing that we all saw on our TV screens. In my view, this is where we are headed if immigration to this small island is not curbed."
He paused, "But why are we in this muddle? What's its origin? I believe it is linked not only to the EU but also to the Thatcher and Blair years." He took a deep breath; now was the moment of truth. Barry was right, it was one thing saying this sort of thing in the confines of a theatre albeit being recorded on iPhone and the like, it was quite another saying it on live TV. He faced the camera, "I think we need look no further for our answer than Milton Friedman and Sir Keith Joseph," he paused, there was no reaction; no-one knew what he was going to say, "and I think it is primarily because of their Jewish religion and their belief in a form of Jewish economics."
There was an uneasy stirring in the audience, this was very unsettling for some of those present, "But don't take my word for it, listen to Milton Friedman on YouTube, or read his presentation, 'Capitalism and the Jews,' he is more than willing to propound his view that the Jewish form of capitalism can only thrive in a totally free market and it is this idea that lead directly to the neo Liberal policies of the last three decades." He paced a little, he knew the danger of the line he was treading, "Friedman promotes the free market economy completely and I believe that his economic principles have been adapted to form the basis of the free movement of labour across European borders culminating in the aberration known as multiculturalism."
There was a lot of murmuring; some seemed resolved to leave, others to fidgeting.
"Friedman believed in a free market, a totally free movement of capital and total freedom to make as much profit as possible. Again don't take my word for it, listen to Friedman, read what Sir Keith Joseph wrote. They preached less state control so that the individual could be free to do what they wanted economically. As a result of his ideas, in both Britain and the US, we have an economy run along Neo Liberal lines, the aims of which are to make as much profit as possible for the shareholder with scant regard for the state or the national economy. The argument being that those things will look after themselves. Tell me, how can things look after themselves when the rich offshore their profits and evade paying taxes, refuse to contribute to the rest of society? How can things look after themselves when the rich pay themselves 400 times as much as the average worker? How can things look after themselves when it's the law of the jungle that presides here? Not the Nazi law of survival of the fittest; this is Friedman's law of survival of the greediest. And I ask you, how can we defend ourselves against this evil when we no longer stand together but are separated by the divisive curse of multiculturalism?"
He paused for breath, then was off again, "This conforms to Friedman's teachings; the individual seeking the maximum profit for himself; off-shoring accounts is the natural thing to do, as is sending your jobs abroad to dictatorships where wages are a pittance, as is running the NHS into the ground until it can no longer function, to privatise it and deny us free health care at the point of need. It is free enterprise capitalism that allows them to run down social services, abandon the people, abandon the nation state, abandon the concept of Britishness."
He paused, then changed tack, "It is quite natural that people from countries poorer than ours should want to come here. In of itself, this is not a problem; we have been absorbing small and regulated numbers of immigrants for years. What causes the problem is when the numbers are unregulated, when those coming in are so poor that they will work here for a pittance, when the numbers are so great that whole towns are changed irrevocably. This is happening because the powers that be want us to be swamped, want to destroy our culture, our sense of community and who now aim to destroy our national fabric so that they can fully command our economy and achieve even greater wealth at our expense via the doctrine of Neo Liberalism."
He looked exhausted, the studio lights unforgiving, visible sweat on his face. He spoke more gently now, as if conserving energy, "Friedman explained that his economic policies had been those of the Jews for two thousand years and that they were the most effective policies. This, he said, is why Jews have thrived everywhere. However, he seems to have forgotten that Jesus was a Jew who lived two thousand years ago and he was fundamentally the first Socialist."
His voice took on a desperate note, "The realities of what Friedman and Joseph preached are everywhere around us. This is why our society is collapsing, our social services shrinking and our economy is in ruins. It's why the NHS will be privatised, and it's why this country is being swamped by cheap foreign labour."
"I beg you to turn away from the teachings of
Friedman and Joseph and instead look to the lessons taught by the other great Jewish leader, Jesus Christ."
Then he was gone from the stage.
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I wanted to point out that your book description on Amazon looks like if might be missing a letter where you have Self-proclaimed sailboat bum. On Amazon it says: elf-proclaimed sailboat bum.
Goodluck with your book.
Bryan
Hi guys,My debut novel has been released at last! It is now available on Amazon UK, Europe and America. If you like zombie novels, YA, thrillers and action and adventure then you will like this.
It's a story of survival, trust and fear.
I've attached links below. I would really appreciate it if you got a copy!
http://www.amazon.com/J.-S.-Strange/e...
http://www.amazon.co.uk/J.-S.-Strange...
Hi all! I'm giving away (8) ebooks of Nation of Enemies, A Thriller, in exchange for honest reviews. Contact me if you're interested!
Called "Suspenseful. Captivating. Thrilling." One reviewer had this to say: "In this current election year, it seems only too possible for events such as described in this book to actually take place. A scary but exciting look at a possible future which one can only hope will not be the path we take as a nation."
http://amazon.com/Nation-Enemies-Thri...
Countdown to a countdown. Mary Jo Melendez invites you to a Kindle Countdown sale. Before she adds her stories to Smashwords, making them available in all ebook formats, she’s giving you a chance to read Muddlin’ Through and Silicon Slummin’…and Just Gettin’ By at $0.99, reduced from $2.99. That’s a lot of exciting spring and summer reading for only $2. The sale will take place from April 29 through May 6. This is absolutely the last time these prices will be reduced. Celebramos Cinco de Mayo con María José.r/Steve
Synopsis for my book Corpalism
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B007...
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Corpalism-Aru...
Set in a dystopian future; all wealth is in the hands of the Corporations, the 1% whilst the 99% live in economic debt or poverty on sink estates in the North. Terry works for Relocations, his job is to relocate undesirables to these estates. Unfortunately for Terry he is late for work once too often and is himself relocated to a sink. But Terry is not all he seems. Why is he there and who does he really work for?
Meet Sir Phillip Blackmore, head of British Secret Intelligence, a Machiavellian character with plots more devious and unpleasant than even the Prime Minister is allowed to know about.
Delores Grey is a successful singer and the victim of a kidnapping; she has been missing for forty days and forty nights. Before she disappeared she was a flighty superstar who thought little of the world around her, on her return she is much changed, she now cares about things to the extent that she is willing to lecture her interviewers. Why has this change come upon her? Where has she been? Has she in fact been anywhere, could it be that it is all in the mind of Stephanie White and if so, who is Stephanie White?
It's Fancy Dress Night down the Dog n Duck. A group of young friends share a table for the night; Hiawatha, the Lone Ranger, Charlie Chaplin, Pirate, Mr Spock and a transvestite. They ramble through their usual debates and discussions. During the course of the evening their real identities are revealed as well as where they fit in the story.
The Independents are a new force in politics. Free of any lobby group, party bias, or corporate interest, they are determined to avert the looming catastrophe. They are on a headlong collision course with Sir Phillip Blackmore.
Naz and the other young Muslims are hatching a plot to bring home grown terror to an iconic building, one held dear to the hearts of many British people, including some of the would-be terrorists themselves. Will they be able to bring themselves to do it or will the plot be foiled by Blackmore's intelligence network?
David Duane Kummer
My psychological thriller novella, My Abigail, will release on March 30.
You can read some of it here or on Wattpad.
For a limited time only, you can pre-order the whole novella for only 99 cents.
Description:
Abigail had a secret.
I knew it soon after meeting her.
She was different than other girls, and not just because she actually showed some interest in me. She was really different. I loved it. I loved her.
But Abigail had a secret.
Damian told me so, the first time I met him. I wasn’t sure whether to believe him or not. He wasn’t trustworthy. He wasn’t nice. He was a terrifying figure, the embodiment of fear. But he was right.
She had a secret.
I’m sorry I keep repeating it. It’s still hard to believe. How could somebody so gentle, nice, and loving be so… scary?
That’s the only word I knew to describe her after it all ended. Everything about her being was scary.
Abigail was my life, I told myself. She was my everything.
She left me with nothing.
If she was my life, does that make this suicide?
Pre-order now, while it's only 99 cents!!!