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March 8, 2022

WHERE IT ALL TIES TOGETHER

 

https://www.amazon.com/Carnival-Damned-Legend-Victor-Standish/dp/B09V1RXP7T/ref=tmm_aud_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr=

EVER WONDER WHERE THE EVIL MUMMY CHILD,SHERT NEBTI,DISAPPEARED TO?


HOW DID VICTOR STANDISHWIND UP IN THAT LAST BUS TONEW ORLEANS?

HOW DID VICTOR STANDISH GO FROM 2005 TO THE DEMETER IN 1853

AND ALMOST KILL HIMSELF IN THE WOMB?


HOW DOES VICTOR END UP ON THE DECKOF THE CURSED DEMETERWITH HIS MOTHER?

LISTEN TO THE TALENTED  FRANCENE LOCKETT NARRATE MY HOMAGE TORAY BRADBURY'S  SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES & J. D. SALINGER'S THE CATCHER IN THE RYE, AIDED BY HER HOLLYWOOD SOUND EDITORHUSBAND, THOMAS LOCKETT!
FRANCENE SAID THAT EVEN THOUGH THELIGHTS WERE ON WHEN SHE LISTENED TO THE FINISHED PRODUCT,SHE SHIVERED ...AND IT WAS HER VOICE!
TAKE A CHANCEAND BUY IT.
AUDIBLE LETS YOURETURN PURCHASES.
THE FAINT TAPPING YOU MAY HEARON YOUR WINDOW PANEWON'T BE THE WITHERED FINGERSOF SHERT NEBTI ...
PROBABLY.

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Published on March 08, 2022 16:25

INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAY Tribute_Done With My Own Twist


















I am Margaret Fuller.

You may recognize my name from the adventures of Samuel McCord and that scamp, Victor Standish.

History has me drowned upon this date in 1850 aged forty. 


In 1853, when Captain Samuel McCord met me aboard the cursed DEMETER, I was still all too alive.

Shortly thereafter, I became a unique form of undead. But then, I have always been unique -- alive or undead.

My beliefs (feminist and Transcendentalist), accomplishments and fervent personality put me in the spotlight throughout my life,

but my "last" years, spent in Rome supporting the short-lived Roman Republic, reached an operatic level of passion and poignancy.

As foreign correspondent of Horace Greeley's New York Tribune, 


I argued the cause of the Italian revolutionists in the dispatches sent home.

In Rome, I assisted on the Republican ramparts and in their field hospitals.

I also married an Italian nobleman who was prominent in the Republican cause, and had a son by him. 


With the ramparts fallen and my husband in jeopardy, I reluctantly decided to return to America, 

despite premonitions of disaster and warnings from Emerson and other Concord friends 

that my socialist leanings and doubtful marriage would provoke public disfavor.

As if I have ever cared what the rabble thought. 


When my boat ran aground just off the New York coast,

I chose to stay with my husband, who could not swim. 

Both of us were washed to sea and never found, (so history reports).

But Henry (David Thoreau) found me washed upon the shore not far from my young boy’s body.

The memorial to me put up by my family reads,

“Born a child of New England, / By adoption a citizen of Rome, / By genius belonging to the World.” 


My genius has never been in question.

Edgar Allan Poe thought me such. He believed that the fallacy in my lobby for women's rights was that

"She judges woman by the heart and intellect of Miss Fuller, but there are not more than one or two dozen Miss Fullers on the whole face of the earth."
 


Poe’s evaluation is echoed in comments by Emerson and Hawthorne — 

though they let slip that their attraction might be more than intellectual

(as it was)

when they both referred to me in print as “Margaret Fuller, the Sexy Muse.”

I now know all the people worth knowing in America,


and I find no intellect comparable to my own except for dear Ada (Byron, Lady Loveless - 

author of the first computer language a 100 years before the invention of the computer itself.)

McCord has his moments, but he is restrained by his Victorian ideals and code that he will not cast aside. I love him for his nobility. 


It will be the death of him.

What will be the death of you? 


I wager your friends know even if you do not. I leave you with a bit of my own verse :

“Let me gather from the Earth,
one full grown fragrant flower,
Let it bloom within my bosom
through its one fragile hour….”

 

Of my past, I neither rejoice nor grieve, for bad or good, I acted out my character.
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Published on March 08, 2022 08:10

March 1, 2022

SOFT DIPLMACY, DEAD INNOCENTS_IWSG Post_Are we Neo-Nero's?

 



"Wet on me, and I will have your mother shot."

The West never learns and we find ourselves facing another Hitler invading not Poland but the Ukraine.
We write our novels, but are we Neo Nero's fiddling while the world burns in the start of WWIII?

When President Obama took office, he promised a re-set in Russian Policy and a radical approach in ‘soft diplomacy.’

It is a tragic mistake many make in dealing with other cultures, putting your ethic in the minds of those of another mind-set.

The Westerners who showed compassion to the Indian thought the warriors should respond in kind. 

The warriors merely believed their Medicine was strong, and the White Men were weak.

European politicians tried to placate Hitler and millions died.

Now, we are going down a similar tragic path.

"Oh, but you do not know Putin," I hear many wail.

Do you? 
Many consider Vladimir Putin to be roughly a cross between Joseph Stalin and Sauron.

I jest but it is only because the man is truly scary:

Putin's parents lived through the siege of Leningrad in World War II, his father was probably a KGB agent,

and none of their neighbors remembers little Vladimir even existing as a child younger than about seven or eight years old,

so there is some speculation that his very existence began with theft, when his "parents" stole him from his real parents.

These are the type of things that can happen in a country ruled by Josef Stalin.

But whether he was kidnapped or sold or honestly born, Putin had a deceitful streak from a very early age, as any good son of the KGB should.

Those who claim to remember what he was like as a child (including himself) will tell you that he was a tough kid,

he ran with a bad crowd and was often the leader of it, and he would stop at nothing to punish anyone who crossed him.

As he matured, he got his act together just enough to become a KGB agent.

Russians in the 1990s were looking at an exciting but confusing new world.


MARCH, 1997:


Vladimir Putin is plucked from obscurity out of the St. Petersburg local government apparatus by President Boris Yeltsin and named Deputy Chief of Staff.

In June, he defends his PhD dissertation in “strategic planning” at St. Petersburg’s Mining Institute.

Later, this document proves to have been plagiarized from a KGB translation of work by U.S. professors published many years earlier

(as if nobody would notice, and in fact for quite a while nobody did).


JULY, 1998:


In a second inexplicable move, Yeltsin names Putin head of the KGB (now called the FSB).


NOVEMBER, 1998:


Less than four months after Putin takes over at the KGB, opposition Duma Deputy Galina Starovoitova,

the most prominent pro-democracy Kremlin critic in the nation, is murdered at her apartment building in St. Petersburg.

Four months after that, Putin will play a key role in silencing the Russian Attorney General, Yury Skuratov,

who was investigating high-level corruption in the Kremlin, by airing an illicit sex video involving Skuratov on national TV.

Four months after the dust settles in the Skuratov affair, Putin will be named Prime Minister.


AUGUST, 1999:


Completing a hat trick of bizarre spontaneous promotions, proud KGB spy Putin is named by Yeltsin Prime Minister of Russia.

Almost immediately, Putin orders a massive bombing campaign against the tiny, defenseless breakaway republic of Chechnya,

 apparently seeing the reassertion of Russian power there as key to overall resurgence of Russia’s military and state security apparatus, his primary political objective.

On August 26th, he’s forced to acknowledge the horrific consequences of the bombing. Hundreds of civilians are killed and tens of thousands are left homeless as civilian targets are attacked.


NEW YEAR'S EVE, 1999:


Boris Yeltsin resigns the presidency of Russia, handing the office to Putin in order to allow him to run as an incumbent three months later.

[Between April 2000 and March 2002, Russia plunges into a nightmarish conflict in Chechnya eerily similar to what America now faces in Iraq.

Opposition journalists, especially those who dare to report on what it going on in Chechnya, suddenly start dying.

In 2000 alone, reporters Igor Domnikov, Sergey Novikov, Iskandar Khatloni, Sergey Ivanov and Adam Tepsurgayev are murdered --

not by hostile fire in Chechnya but in blatant assassinations at home in Russia.]


APRIL, 2003:


Sergei Yushenkov, co-chairman of the Liberal Russia political party, is gunned down at the entrance of his Moscow apartment block.

Yushenkov had been serving as the vice chair of the group known as the “Kovalev Commission”

which was formed to informally investigate charges that Putin’s KGB had planted the Pechatniki and Kashirskoye apartment bombs


to whip up support for the Putin’s war in Chechnya after the formal legislative investigation turned out to be impossible.

Another member of the Commission, Yuri Shchekochikhin will perish of poisoning,

a third will be severely beaten by thugs,

and two other members will lose their seats in the Duma.

The Commission’s lawyer, Mikhail Trepashkin will be jailed after a secret trial on espionage charges.

Today, virtually none of the members of the Commission are left whole, and it is silent.


JUNE, 2004:


Nikolai Girenko, a prominent human rights defender, Professor of Ethnology and expert on racism and discrimination in the Russian Federation

is shot dead in his home in St Petersburg.


JULY, 2004:


Paul Klebnikov, editor of the Russian edition Forbes magazine, is shot and killed in Moscow.

Forbes  has reported  that at the time of his death, Paul was believed to have been investigating a complex web of money laundering involving a Chechen reconstruction fund,

reaching into the centers of power in the Kremlin and involving elements of organized crime and the FSB (the former KGB).


The murders of Putin's opponents keep piling up year after year after year after year ...


JULY, 2009:


On July 14, 2009, leading Russian human rights journalist and activist Natalia Estemirova, a single mother of a teenaged daughter, was abducted in front of her home in Grozny, Chechnya,

spirited across the border into Ingushetia, shot and dumped in a roadside gutter.


2014:

The shooting down of a passenger jet over Ukraine – with the loss of nearly 300 lives – is a human tragedy and a moral abomination.
 
Part of the outrage is that Russian leader Vladimir Putin is trying to avoid culpability. His hands are bloody, or should we say bloodier.

Russia started this confrontation with Ukraine and armed pro-Russian separatists with surface-to-air missiles

that almost certainly brought down Malaysia Airlines Flight 17.

 Putin and his minions can’t now disavow the horrible consequences if trigger-happy separatists mistook the Boeing 777 for a Ukrainian military plane on Thursday.

This is a conflict of polar opposites. On one side of the terrifying crisis blowing up on the borders of Russia and Ukraine stands

Vladimir Putin, the ruthless former KGB officer, focused with deadly intent on rebuilding the Soviet empire.

On the other are

the frivolous, dithering politicians of the West, high-fiving each other at summits and conveying their condolences, after a monstrous atrocity, on the teenagers’ medium of Twitter.
THE PRESENT:
You already know the horror of a 40 mile convoy of invading Russian troops ...
and the threat of nuclear retaliance against the West.
And the world has given him billions to finance this travesty.
Profits over Morality.
It is Hitler and the dithering politicians of the West once again ...but this time the weapons of war are truly monstrous.
The govermental blindness is the same.


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Published on March 01, 2022 15:41

February 28, 2022

ALL TITLES UP TO 85% OFF!

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MY MOST LISTENED TO TITLE:

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PART OF BOTH MY DARK HOLLYWOOD

SAM MCCORD SAGAS

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MY 2ND MOST LISTENED TO AUDIO

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Published on February 28, 2022 08:30

February 27, 2022

HAVE YOU EVER WONDERED HOW IT ALL STARTED?

 

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09TDW4XN2?ref_=pe_3052080_397514860
NEVER IN PAPERBACK NOW IN HARDBACK
How did the cursed Captain Samuel McCord become cursed in the first place?
How did he first meet the alien love of his love, the Empress of Death and Shadows?
How did DayStar, his lifelong Moriarty, become his deadliest enemy?
How did Lady Lovelace (Ada Byron), and Margaret Fuller meet to fall in love and to follow McCord all his days?
How did Elu, the Apache son of Mother Nature, become McCord's mentor and Judas?
COMING SOON THE AUDIO BOOK OF McCORD'S SON's 1ST ADVENTURE

THE SAGA OF McCORD IN ORDER:
RITES OF PASSAGEADRIFT IN THE TIME STREAM(soon to be in hardback)THE NOT SO INNOCENTS ABROADTHE NOT SO INNOCENTS AT LARGEDEATH IN THE HOUSE OF LIFETHE STARS BLEED AT MIDNIGHTHER BONES ARE IN THE BADLANDSFRENCH QUARTER NOCTURNECREOLE KNIGHTSTALES OF THE LAST WOLF
His appearances in the life of his son, Victor Standish
THE LEGEND OF VICTOR STANDISHUNDER A VOODOO MOONTHE RIVAL (mostly in 1834)END OF DAYSTHREE SPIRIT KNIGHT

BEWARE:

McCord's adopted mother,THE TURQUOISE WOMAN,will be watching to seeif you buy her son's firstadventure!


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Published on February 27, 2022 06:24

February 24, 2022

ON THIS DAY IN 1836, THE ALAMO PLEADED FOR HELP

 


On February 24, 1836, in San Antonio, Texas, Colonel William Travis 

issues a call for help on behalf of the Texan troops defending the Alamo, 

an old Spanish mission and fortress under siege by the Mexican army.



(A traditional bride and groom in the Ukraine, though I feel now more funerals will be held than weddings in that country.)
On this day in this year, Russia has invaded Ukraine, 
and I foresee many ineffectual international fingers shaking at Russia
and not much else.

(Auschwitz concentration camp in Poland)

On September 1, 1939, the German army under Adolf Hitler launched an invasion of Poland 

that triggered the start of World War II.  

What do you foresee happening after today?

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Published on February 24, 2022 07:04

February 14, 2022

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY, EVERYONE!

 

In the Middle Ages, young men and women drew names from a bowl to see who would be their valentine. 

The single women’s names would be added to an urn and single men of the town would take a name out 

and pin it to their sleeves for one whole week. 

This would allow everyone in the town to see who their valentine was and 

could be where the term “wearing your heart on your sleeve”originates.


Oh, Hobbes gets the ides:


Calvin not so much!


My Go-To Valentine's Day Tune:


May the healing power of lovesomehow touch you today

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Published on February 14, 2022 08:47

February 12, 2022

We Are An ENDANGERED SPECIES and How To Go Down Fighting!

 



If you are reading this, then obviously you are a reader.

The ranks of book readers 
are shrinking.

A recent study revealed 
that33% of high school graduates 
plan neverto read another book ... ever.
That same study revealed42% of college graduatesplan never to read another book either.

I know what you're thinking.
But You and I 
are of another generation.
We reflect the thinking of the Past not the Future.

In this Digital, 
Multi-Task Era,
our world is designed for shallow skimming rather than deep diving.

Think SHORT STORY
Perfect length for thisdistractible time.

Don't groan.
Think H. P. LOVECRAFT

His stories existed 
in a linked universe
with entities and tomescrossing over from onestory to another.

Readers did not have  to start from scratch with each story.
The surroundings 
were familiar although terrifying.
Or have a character common 
to all your stories.

Short stories bring more pressure, 
because like with poetry, 

each paragraph, sentence, and word 
is more important 
than they would be 
inside a large novel. 

 Short stories are precise 
with their delivery, 

they must capture 
the attention of the reader 
extraordinarily quickly, 

and

tell a full tale 
from beginning to end 
in roughly 
a half hour of reading.

Which is the perfect length
in today's world
with too much to do.


If you got anything useful
from this post,
consider
sharing it, will you?

:-)
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Published on February 12, 2022 06:29

February 10, 2022

Can You Have Heart-Warming Horror?


  (A Farewell to Arms)
Apparently so
I submit for your consideration:

To what lengths would you goto resurrect your lost first love?

It is the 1st Mardi Gras after WWIIand some wounds are not juststill bleedingthey have become gangrene.
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09M59ZYG4
Take a listen or a read.


I do not expect to win a Nobel Prize
or be likened to Hemingway
but I write some of the best proseto ever be not read.:-)


HAPPY VALENTINE'S!

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Published on February 10, 2022 07:35

February 8, 2022

Have You Ever Written Yourself Into A Corner?

 


I did with my latest novel

I drove 500 miles on blood runs over the weekend,so no inspiration then.

Monday and Tuesday,my days off,found me too exhausted to cognigate!

I try to put Lucas into as tight a trap as possible.Worse, he had to escape using stage magic!
Then ...

I recalled from a prior book,Lucas had stolen one of Leonardo's notebookson one of his O.S.S. missions.
just as I spotted a cover of one of my researchbooks on stage magic.

And PRESTO!
The solution came to me
But I start work tomorrowsopoor Lucas will have to brave death for a week!

Have you come up blank when writing?
How did you write your way out of it?

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Published on February 08, 2022 19:53