The Day After...Open Letter to Open Carry Advocates

Today, is The Day After a formal decision was made by Starbucks, to no longer allow "open carry" patrons in their stores (nationwide)---if they continue to chose to strap on their sidearms or sling their laser sighted AR-15's while ordering a Mocha Frappucinos or Grande Latte. I see absolutely nothing wrong with Mr. Shultz's decision to make his store a "safer" place, by not allowing stupid people to carry deadly weapons for display, in these public businesses that have NOTHING to do with the firearms industry, shooting sports, or self defense education.

It was a practical business decision, and it was a good one.

Having been in the gun business for many years, and as a former Manager of the largest gun store West of the Pecos (formerly located in North Hollywood and Westminster, which is no longer in business), and a previous FFL holder myself, I find it hard to believe that this was the Open Carry's chosen battle ground for those who want to exercise their 2nd Amendment Rights. Starbucks? Why not choose Toy-R-Us? You're acting like children anyway, and you fail to exercise the most important rule of gun ownership.

YOU CANNOT CALL A BULLET BACK!!!

Once discharged from the barrel, the projectile leaves at such a tremendous rate of speed, that it breaks the sound barrier. That's why you hear the crack, pop, bang, boom, or growl of a gun. The bullet only does part of the damage. In rifles, sonic shock is what does most of the damage. It is caused by the wind that trails behind the bullet, for those who are uninitiated in gun nomenclature. Sonic shock or Hydrostatic shock,... and *the wind that trails the bullet causes the most damage.  Hydrostatic shock sucks the fluid, known as blood, right out of the meat, which is flesh. When enough fluids is rapidly displaced, the meats rips off the bone. The human body is 80% fluid.

                                      No one ever talks about the wind that trails the bullet.

                                            Stage 1: Beginning of wound channel

                                    Stage 2: Full Penetration and Bullet Expansion

                             Stage 3: Terminal Velocity Hydrostatic Shock and Over Penetration


Hydrostatic Shock affect the body, not just in the wound channel. The damage is caused all over the body, as bodily fluids adjust to compensate for loss where the wounds are. And there is not one person in the world who can unequivocally state that accidental discharges never happen; so carrying a gun, for no reason at all,  just to prove you have a right to do so because it is listed on the Bill of Rights is an absurd thought process. You could be jailed for absurdity of lacking common sense, and you should be. You can never call a bullet back.

I would like to see certain laws pertaining to Open Carry fall under the same type of Judicial ruling as, "you can't yell fire in a crowded theater" to prove you have 1st Amendment Rights. You are a danger to yourself and others when you carry a gun "just because".

You are bearing arms against no one, unless his name is Mr. Paranoia. You are making complete idiots of yourselves, and by your inept actions, it is assumed that every other responsible gun owner in the United States who does not publicly display a firearm, is not as righteous of a believer in the Bill of Rights. You bear these arms in public for the sole purpose of supposedly scaring away the unseen bad guys, that apparently stalk coffee shops, looking to rob scone laden individuals, hopped up Chai Tea; because we all know Starbucks is where all the big money is located and all the crime in the United States takes place.

I've met idiots like you "open carry" fools, in my former Managerial position and consequently, kicked you the fuck out of my store for being ignorant dipshits. Isn't that strange? I, who love guns, would actually MAKE YOU, open carriers, check your guns at the door, disarm, or slap leather. (That is not a good idea with those who IPSC shoot or are CQB trained) So would the 20 other guys standing behind my counters. You would never be allowed to saunter to the back of the store armed, near the cash registers to discuss the matter in a so-called "peaceful" manner, based on your Constitutional Right to Bear Arms. Even if you had a issued CCW, you would still had to check your shit at the door. Or, shop elsewhere. Believe me when I say, that I did the kind of annual business, that losing your business, based on your need to open carry in my place of business, would show up as a minor blip on the economic scale of how much came in the door and how much went out, where operating overhead is concerned.

Assholes like you weren't even a trickle of my business. I could give a rat's ass if you never spent another dime, ever again in my place of business. Do you open carriers realize what type of insurance binder must be carried in order for people to carry firearms in a place of business? Your Constitutional Right my ass! I'm sure Mr. Shultz was notified by his insurance company, that based on your unwanted/unneeded presence, that his insurance rates would increase substantially, if he continued to allow you idiots to continue your quest to show President Obama who "the boss is in this here American nation". Well, while Shultz may have used the Navy Yard Massacre (yet to be named that, so you heard it here first) as a tool to rid his places of business from the irresponsible open carry crowd, any business decision to cut overhead cost by not allowing people to carry deadly weapons in his facilities of operation was basic common business sense. Nothing more, nothing less. Don't take that shit so personal. And yes, the main reason you could not carry a gun in my place of business was for the same reason, where as my carrying a gun on a daily basis had nothing to do with Constitutional Rights, but in fact, it was all about securing my facility, and never needing or requesting your help as an open carry person to do so.

Your Constitutional Rights to Bear Arms ended at my front door.

I made no bones about that decision.

You took a stand at Starbucks, because you felt is a a liberal bastion of yuppies to be taken down one cup of coffee at a time, and this is how you were going to show America you have rights, by scaring men, women and children of all ages. Now I know where the term "guntard" came from. Please, don't try to appeal to my better nature. I don't really have one when it comes to stupid people who own guns, who never considered that they may be scaring the crap out of others, as they endanger the lives of others. I'm betting that the majority of you "open carry" people own guns, but you never owned a real safe. Yes, you have a trigger lock, or a gun cabinet, or some other hillbilly shit that holds your guns, supposedly safe, when you're not brandishing it on your hip or quick slinging across your chest, in some public venue to see how far you can push the limits of reality.

Brandish: To display ostentatiously (for those who have a limited vocabulary)

My question to you is this: IF YOU CAN AFFORD A $1,000 gun or two, don't you think it prudent to BUY A $1,000 SAFE TO SECURE THEM ALL OF THEM?

Or are you cheap?

No one wants to here you spout off at the mouth about your "inalienable", inherent rights under the 2nd Amendment, and you morons (open carriers) are basically stretching the limits of Law Enforcement to a breaking point. These nonsensical challenges to authority, that you perceive as a slight to your Freedom. Get over yourselves, puppies. Until you get to a place, where it is your business to wear a gun on a daily basis--don't. Until you shoot 200,000 rounds a year (as I did for research and development on new products), don't carry a gun to prove you have a right to do so. You are a bad accident waiting to happen based on the attitude, "I'm not doing anything wrong,...I have rights, you know". Guns and attitude are fire and gasoline. Don't challenge Law Enforcement, because you feel since 9/11, the rules have changed in your favor. If you are carrying because of 9/11, seek professional help. You represent a bigger threat to a stable society than the errant robber or imaginary terrorist IN YOUR HEAD!

Also, these dumb ass youtube videos (produced by dumb asses for dumb asses), where dumb ass people are strolling into a Shopping Malls, Subway, Walmart, etc...to test the gun free zone waters,... knock that shit off already! No one wants to watch another youtube video of YOU, harassing Law Enforcement, because you own a cheap piece of shit AK-47 or AR-15. You are raising the stakes where a Police State is concerned. You are giving them cause to pause and assess. Have you ever considered that, while you blurt on continuously about your 2nd Amendment Rights? You want to engage Law Enforcement in some unknown struggle, this battle of wills, to see if they will engage you back? You are the precursor to what creates a Third World Nation, and you think nothing of your fellow man and how your errant behavior affects everyone in this nation.

Really--who give a rat's ass if you own a Glock 23 or an AR-15?

I certainly don't. I couldn't care less. It doesn't scare me and based on your incompetent handling of these weapons and others (in public), and you need to know the end results of your constant challenge of open carry rights. A scoped H&K 91 or PSG-1 at 500 yards would put you on the ground PERMANENTLY, in seconds from a cold shot--without hesitation, and that is the stage you are setting up for this nation. To be taken down. When you get hit with that .308, remember, it was YOU who came outside, brandishing a firearm, with no real reason to do so. Every .308 launched raises the stakes to a Tikka T-3 Tactical or Barrett Light .50, and it's all because you'll feel that, every open carry person was within his or her rights to brandish in public.

Not even close.

Philosophically speaking, (because this is what you are doing when you talk about your "open carry" rights) you will have your legs taken out from under you, literally speaking, because you're stupid enough to literally have a REAL GUN while proposing a philosophical view point in public, while brandishing a firearm. You're no better than the guy who self immolates to prove his philosophical viewpoint. He uses real gas and real matches. Is the picture becoming clearer now?

Again, open carriers, you are in need of major therapy, because beyond you Right to Keep and Bear Arms, there has been ZERO call for a United States National Militia, and WE HAVE NOT been invaded by anyone... so the current U.S. standing military doesn't need your help. They will let you know when they do. They probably won't EVER need your help securing any Starbucks as a command post, so all your open carry practice has been in vain--and a bit disturbing to say the least.

Do what every other normal person does.

Go have a cup of coffee without a gun.

Try a maple scone, or a lemon bar with that coffee.

Read the morning news and reflect how to make society a better place to live, not react by carrying a gun in a public venue.

Take your gun to the shooting range when you want to use it.

Don't carry a gun in public; it makes people uncomfortable when there is no reason for you to do so.

Realize that you don't use real items like guns to make a philosophical statements or viewpoints.

We know you have rights, now get over the need place you and everyone in danger to prove it.

Don't engage Law Enforcement in open carry engagement, which they are out doing their job hopefully. If the police are called on you, for open carry, then they could actually be somewhere else preventing a real crime, but "man/dumb ass/ with a gun" takes top priority in 911 calls. That dumb ass would be you! A liquor store just got held up because you needed to have a philosophical discussion while brandishing a AR-15, for your youtube audience. Stop wasting my tax dollars with your nonsense.

Grow up and get a life.

These are simple request.

MUSASHI has spoken.

Peace Out.

[*] the wind that trails the bullet causes the most damage (One day, when Progun realizes that the wind that trails the bullet is the political spin they put on every shooting, then they'll stop questioning what this phrase means. Allegory and puns aren't for everyone. That's why most people understand the 2nd Amendment and don't carry around guns, because the understand Article 1, Section 8 of the United States Constitution—and don’t limit themselves to one singular, Bill of Right Amendment, that has no need of being implemented on out public streets because the President is not the same color they are. Their racist needs and beliefs usurp the meaning of Freedom and Liberty)

Grueling Childhood Memories

Some of us have good memories of childhood, while others submerge whatever pain was inflicted on them, for fear it will arise from the depths and repeat itself on future generations to come. Not I. I've always embraced whatever pain that has been thrust upon me, from whatever ever avenue it barreled down on me from; or experienced it from some suburban cul-de-sac, where one could find hidden young men huffing paint, long before it was locked behind closed glass doors at the hardware store.

Sometimes, the kids I knew just bought models for access to the airplane glue, and the models never became a reality. I wasn't one for huffing or headaches. My choice of high was POT. Remember pot. Yet, the dreaded weed also known as "reefer", "smirch", "weed", "smoke", "green", "puff", but I digress. I could name a thousand call signs for marijuana. What marijuana lacks in today's world is variety in flavor. TASTE. Yes, the quality where potency in concerned has excelled beyond measure, but smoking it today puts me to sleep, and most of it, if not all of it, smells like Christmas tree shopping year around.

Since Cannabis Indicus arrived on the scene back in the 1970's, the textural flavor of the new breeds has diminished with time. (Some call them "strains" now, but they never heard the songs Down To The Night Club-Bump City or What Is Hip by Tower of Power. It's how my generation partied. When bands actually had horn sections in them, and while we all waited for Gabriel to blow his on the final day after experiencing the Missile of October.)  This is one of the reasons I clearly hope they legalize it soon, so these blends, much like fine roasted coffees you find on your grocer's shelf, can flow through the United States, unimpeded; allowing experienced connoisseurs to once again TASTE, Columbia Red or Acapulco Gold. I can't remember the last time I smoked pot, without turning into a blood-sugar starved, shaking heap of useless flesh on someone's floor. I abstain, as it were, based on this reality, and the the fact that it scares the shit out of people who haven't one clue that some of us are capable of OD'ing on future pot.

We knew drug songs, and drug songs.

Which brings me to todays' adventure,... which by the way has very little to do with pot, but is a tale of going shopping with all the kid's in tow. My daughter's ("G"), friend ("R") who is a avid reader of history posed a simple question, asking my wife and myself, "What does Puff the Magic Dragon mean". Of course, I went into historical teaching mode, replying, "Puff the Magic Dragon was a AC-47, with 4 GE mini-guns mounted on...."..., when my wife piped up,..."Honey...come on...Puff the Magic Dragon is a song that was about smoking pot".

Which just goes to show you, she's too young to have ever seen John Wayne's Green Berets, no matter how much she loves George Takei and is a avid follower of his Facebook page blog site. She thinks he's funny and simply adores him. I think his phasers are set on stunning.

It never occurred to me that she wasn't scolding me in front of the children, based on my rendition of what Puff the Magic Dragon means to me, based on my age and lifetime experiences. I seldom pull punches when asked about historical question, especially about a period I lived in. It was nothing like that at all. My wife was merely sharing her life experience and began to sing the song aloud:

"Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee
Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff
And brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff, oh"

I piped in, "Wait a minute, you think that song was about smoking pot?"

"Yes, what DO you think Little Jackie Paper was all about? Huh? Rolling papers.", she said with the self assured nature of a bonafide flower child of the 1960's.

I tried my best to wrap my head around her experience, seeing that she is twenty years younger than I am, and I've smoked more pot than Bob Marley and Bob Marley's Ghost. True story: I owned an electric auto pipe that ran off of a fish pump, that held one ounce at a time. Bong, smong. I grew up in Berkeley. We put the "stone" in the word stoner. It's sad how Berkeley has revert back to its Conservative roots since my younger years of growing up there. It's much too right winged for me today. I actually saw people selling tie-dyed T-shirt for three for $30.00 on Telegraph Avenue.

Blasphemy!!

That reminds me, one day I'll have to tell you all the history behind the phrase "getting stoned", and where came from and how it relates to "getting wasted". Another true story, but few believe it, and that what makes it such a delicious piece of trivia.

Anyway, my daughter's friend is a total history geek, which is quite interesting, because my daughter's one and only interest is in the boy band One Direction. That is until her best friend shows up. Then anything I put on TV for them to watch, especially things of historical significance, they devour ravenously in a competitive nature. Nothing like watching little empty brains fill up before your very eyes. Today's movie was the beginning of a trilogy, based on the life of Musashi Miyamoto, starring Toshiro Mifune. I had just finished watching my Buster Keaton fix for the day (Three Ages), when I decided,... since they must watch the boob tube, there is no requirement stating they have to watch boob material.

After all, it is the Age of Technology. (actually, it's the Technological Renaissance)

I would never lie to a child, not even in today's world, with all the pain that has followed any twenty year old since he was eight in, during this Second Reconstruction period in America, sans Civil War. Even though the Project for a New America Century is rumored to have ceased and desisted, the impact of its roll-out was still devastating to American children of 9/11. The future psychological and social implications, far outweigh the impact of 9/11. Smart phones don't make kids smart. From what I understand, smart phones make kids dumb.

For whatever it is worth, Iraq and Afghanistan existed, just like Vietnam did, and Syria may be on the way soon. I want these children to know I love them. So, the best way to do the is by infusing them with the truth about the way the world works, before I die because no one's life is guaranteed. I chose not to hide reality from them. Even more so, now that women can assume the combat role position in the Armed Forces, which means, if drafted, they have the same right to suffer from PTSD as any male does, once people start the shooting war within the confines of your personal space. This ain't your Great-Grandfather's Call of Duty.

I don't really think of my childhood as grueling, but a place of enlightened dialogue with a lot of "man" this and "man" that. Still, it was dialogue, and not this closeted, silenced, accepted injustice. We didn't roll like that. We ate tear gas for breakfast. Rubber bullet wounds were part of the cycle of growing up. Seriously, I attended Willard Jr. High on Telegraph Avenue on Berkeley. You know what they say, don't you? Location, location, location, and timing... just this side of People Park.

Survival is based on understanding the balance, not always accepting the dictum.

Some love, but will never know Haight,..

"Man" isn't said enough today, but there is a lot more violence, and ten times the amount of drug use in this Conservative Rhythm Nation.

Having  eclectic taste is verboten today and goes against the tribe since Eddie McGee won 1st place on Big Brother, so much so that wanna-be famous people get kicked off of Fantasy Island wholesale. You couldn't socially engineer the acceptance of William Mega then, who sabotaged himself, so what makes Julie Chen so mad when the racist and homophobic comments are aired today?

There are still people who think that way, Julie.

Racism is no longer considered a bad thing, but racialist have no where else to flee to. So grabbing my nut sack in New York City on a random stop-and-frisk based on my skin color, or slicing my teenage heart in two with a 9mm, because I stood my ground, after you stalked me for more than a mile in Florida, is just a common everyday occurrence in post 1970's America. The College Republicans saw to that, and are holding steady ground by exerting their God given rights to continued on going Manifest Destiny projects, while destroying recent minor innovations like evolution  and Darwinism through the propagation of Creationism and creationist ideas.

Even I didn't get that high way back when, but I really can't speak for what they've been smoking.

Future weed, perhaps?

Self medication, through pot smoking, to ease the pain of whether or not one would die in a war, after being drafted was pretty normal in 1970's America. I missed the draft by two years, so I lost many people I knew personally, and saw many more fucked up beyond recognition as they DEROSed back to the "World"; which should have been our first clue about what happens to a soldiers who live in hell, coming straight home with no down time to re-evaluate what they'd been through. It should be no surprise that the suicide rates outpace war deaths among American Iraq and Afghanistan combat vets; which makes me wonder, who embedded Lindsey Tanner's ass in the conversation?

As Janelle Monae states, "We will create and destroy ten art movements in ten years".

So you must do you part. I'm doing mine by re-educating the youth of today, before America breaks down and we accept a President who's so visionary that he's a Pol Pot re-do, and the destruction of American intelligentsia becomes an accepted practice. I wear glasses and have an opinion. My opinion matters. Like, "Could your child do this?" The realities of war are harsh.

I'm no Leonard Lipton, but we will march again, I assure you, and things haven't changed so much since 1965.

As as we were headed home, "R", smiled and said...."Ok, you are ruining my childhood memories", because she wanted them to be kid-like, fanciful, imaginary, and playful...you know, kid stuff about friendship. Well, the little boy grows up and the Dragon is left all alone. The Dragon goes off by himself. The lyrics to Puff implies death, but teachers today never discuss such things with children, nor do their parents. No one really knows what the intent of the song was when Lipton wrote it based on  Ogden's "Tale Of The Custard Dragon". In 2008, Rush Limbaugh and Company's Paul Shaklin re-recorded the tune under the title "Barack The Magic Negro", and Chip Saltsman used this version to run for Chairman of the Republican National Convention,... and Julie Chen was just as confused and in pain then as she is in 2013.

And, I ruined "R"'s childhood memories?

I'm not sure this was ever a children's song, and maybe there was always more to the layers of Lenny Lipton's work. All I know is, mine never included Puff The Magic Dragon as a marijuana smoking song.

Although, I have gotten high and watched H. R. Pufnstuf.

Now that was a grueling childhood memory.









 

The Art of Never Having Enough Time In The Day

Long suffering...

Isn't that what we are speaking about, as writers, who want to produce works of art that will go down as history as the greatest story ever told to mankind? Patience is a virtue and some of us just don't have any patience.  Some of us have no virtues at all.  I tend to break the forth wall when I write. I'm not sure if that is Ok or not, but it can be amusing, in the sense that in today's world of reading about concepts and ideas, it catches the reader off guard.

You, yes you!!!

Off guard.

Oh, now I don't do it in my important pieces, which, I must admit, I edit continuously to make sure that I haven't. Traditionally, when breaking the forth wall in theater, the actor SPEAKS with the audience, creating a metafictional connection with people whom you would probably never speak with otherwise. You do it for their comfort and yours. They know nothing about you and you know nothing about them, and neither party is really sure that they want to ever know that much. What is that phrase they use today? Too Much Information? TMI?

Yes, that is the one, and here is my point when it comes to writing about subjects that normally go past the reader and end up in Never-Never Land, to be maligned by the seemingly intelligent agents or reviewers, then one has to ask themselves: What was the purpose of my birth for anyway? It's not really that severe, but it feels like it is. In a world filled with young adult (YA) fan fiction, or looking for the next J.K. Rowlings hit series, an agent's migraine must be a never-ending story.

One can only imagine the competition for new writing talent comparable to a Ultimate Fighting Champion, no-holds-bar death match, being held on some little known island in the Bikini Atoll, where the radiation is more dangerous than the fight itself: but the money is too good to pass up, so let the blood pour from their agent inflicted wounds. 10% is 10%, bitch... so don't get it twisted. These YA hawks are in it for the long haul. They take no enemies and leave a trail of dead writer's bodies in a ocean of query letters.

For this reason, I do not write Young Adult Fan fiction. Until such a time as the youth of today read Chaucer's "Troilus and Creside", and Henryson's "The Testament of Cresside", then I'd just be waiting MY valuable time, wouldn't I? When was the last time you heard an adolescent speak about Shakespeare's 'The Tempest" when referring to Star Trek. So, we have a reoccurring theme--that has roots, but no tree.

The truth is, I like FF (Fan Fiction), I just don't write it. Aye, and there's the rub.

The query letter is your foot in the door. And I've heard tell that the agent is a voracious reader of sorts. I've yet to put this to the test, but when you speak about LOVING historical fiction or science fiction, you'd better have a grasp of both HISTORY and SCIENCE, to the point of plausibility, probability, and possibility, or your assessment may be unfounded.

What I mean is... before you pull out your little red pen--ask the question.

It's a simple request.

Ask the question, before you revise or think something needs revision.

Being a writer is a lot of things, and one cannot assume we are all alike. Very few writers write like I do. This is not to say I write better than them. I write different than them. I have a different approach than them. I break the rules of convention, because I've studied the rules of conventions. I don't write for the money, I write because my thoughts refuse to let me do otherwise. I research my work before I lay it on the paper. I may even choose to live in the world I write about as best as I can.

How many writers today want to write literature? That is a tough question to answer, but I would assume very few even think about leaving a work of art for future generations to ponder over. Literature is different than just writing a book. Literature has a purpose. It not only enlightens, it inspires, it engrosses, it moves, it breathes, it buck the system. It may confuse, until it is understood.

It's soul purpose is to illuminate the dark, where light has never been shed before.

Death By The Blue Oak is such a book.

It has not been published, as of yet, and it will one day... once it is understood. It is a challenge to all those who've written on the subject of the Father of Motion Picture. It is not to take away from their work, but to fill in certain gaps of the life of Eadweard J. Muybridge. It is historical fiction and I do use literary license, because without using it, the same old story is told over and over again, regardless if it's written by Brian Clegg, Rebecca Solnit, Marta Braun or Edward Ball. They are unfulfilling, semi-biographical works that repeat the incidents of infidelity, premeditated murder, and acquittal in that order, without ever telling you how any of it might have even occurred, or the reasons why such things happen in life.

These characters are disconnected from their own stories in such a manner that it makes no sense to have mentioned them at all. Why so many simple details are left out their books make no sense to me, as a writer. Then again, I'm not in this game for the money, even though my book is probably more marketable to universities and art schools on an annual basis as a way of showing that some stories actually have a starting point.

Even Richard the III had worms.  

Could it have been the reason he was an insufferable prick?

Would Shakespeare written his play differently having had knowledge of this?

The question is, will an agent have the time, the long suffering patience to understand the relevance of Death By The Blue Oak as a piece of literature, with many different layers, beyond the advancement of technology vs. brain damage to the frontal lobes?

Do they want to represent someone who sees this particular work as project of love, on many different levels, for if not Muybridge's life, then who's? Who is responsible for your ability to see the world in motion, as in motion pictures? Who took the art of photography to a whole other level? Who was so connected with government that he was acquitted for the crime of premeditated murder, even after confessing to the crime? Who's trial was rigged, based on the need for his works in progress?

Never having enough time in the day to see a work of art is not acceptable. Never having enough time in the day to expand one's visions beyond the normal reaches the world we live in today and the one we'd like to live in, is not acceptable. Never having the time in the day to reach outside of the norm, to find answers within the allegory, is fear of the revolution placed at your feet.

And to think, years ago, when I was writing on TIBU and having major arguments about studying language and its use, I angered people so much, that I became a pariah among the uninitiated writing nazis in the world of non-Urban speak, that I was cast out into the wilderness, left to start my own writing colony (hand picked), called the Found Generation.

Now all of the world is using 140 characters or less on twitter, to express their deepest most intimate thoughts, shared by the world, in their conquest for fifteen minutes of recycled fame. In Time Magazine's September 9th, 2013 issue, the Media section has a article on a subject I broached years ago, yet was made fun of for having done so. "The Linguistic's Mother Lode. What Twitter revels about slang, gender, and no-nose emoticons." More agents need to read such articles, because it applies directly to their future. How people speak, is how they live. Have we as a society reached a point of diminishing returns when to comes to language and its uses? Years ago, I said that we had, and that a new form of speech/use of language was being created on a daily basis on the internet.

Such a radical idea for a writer,.. and not a formal Linguistics Professor...huh?

If Janelle Monáe can be eclectic, inspired by a thousand unrelated things, till she finds their core essence, then why shouldn't I be entitled to the same monastic enlightenment?

The booty don't lie!!!

Which reminds me, I've always wanted to stage Man In The Iron Mask and The Three Musketeers from Black Man's perspective, the way Dumas intended it to be done. After all, I am the 21st century Mark Twain, and what could be more irreverent than that, you ask? My staging of (it's a secret, and I can't tell you more than this) Albee's Seascape at the Riverwalk Theater in Lansing, or staging Fuller's Zooman And The Sign with an all white cast.

It's how I roll.


It gives a whole new perspective of "eat wang" and "throw 'dem bone on tha ground".

And now as I write, I write to save literature, by using language to the fullest. I write so that this generation can say someone cared about the past, present and future. I'm not all that good at dinner parties, drinking white wine spritzers, and schmoozing the VIP's of any business. I'm writing this blog at 4:00 PM EST, and I'm about to break open a bottle of Bulliet's 95 Rye, and feel the period of Death By The Blue Oak.

Sipping whiskey, for the uninitiated.

See, I have enough time in the day... to do it the right way. The only deadlines I have are self imposed ones. I've lived a full life; some of it has been exciting as hell, while at other times its been boring as fuck... but all of it true to its core. I have no illusions about who I am or what I've done, most of which has been unbelievable. So much so, I have no idea why I was even placed on this Earth as God's cruel joke to life's ups and downs. My integrity has gotten me in more trouble than any of my most insincere moments.

So when you consider shadows and technological advancements, or time standing still, or paupers and princes in the gilded age, consider things rarely considered by the average writer, called immersion.

Have enough time in the day to know the subject your writing about or representing.

"Render Unto Caesar..."

I began writing a book in 1990 called... well, I can't tell you the name, because then it would kind of give the story away. Well, I could tell you the name, but then I would be giving away the story theme. Let me put it this way, it deals with the theory or subject of "cliodynamics". At the time, I'm not even certain the concept of cliodynamics existed, but after reading the U.N. report titled,"Global Issues of the Twenty-First Century and United Nations Challenges: A Guide To Facts and Views on Major and Future Trends", I began to write a book on the subject of future trends and global upheaval.

Needless to say, it was an ominous, ongoing project of such obsequious requirements, for even the most prodigious of writers, that I opted to place my melted brain back in my head, to avoid slipping on the slimy goo of what was left of my intelligence. Yes, slimy goo is the best way I can explain it. Surviving in the corporate world and having insight to all the things one's nation is predisposed to can be a challenge in an of itself. There are things one just does not mention at a quarterly function if all parties are to remain civil in a public setting. And, because I had been exposed to radical "things" and "ideas", not of the average citizen.

One of them I just found online, after careful research and years of being exposed to really creepy, for-your-eyes-only shit. It's called "Operation Vampire Killer: American Police Action Plan for Stopping World Government Rule". Yes, it's sounds far fetched, and no one would ever believe that there are police men who spend their free time talking about New World Order conspiracy theories as opposed to conducting police work. I didn't know about the 1992 published treatise until I went to archive.org, because it was uploaded in 2009, and I've been a little busy since then, so writing had been placed on the sidelines..

I have to read "Operation Vampire Killer", because I'm quite sure it's much different the then word-of-mouth, planned rebellion by unnamed entities, who for whatever it is worth, shall heretofore remain unnamed. Back to my original idea I was on about. What brings me today to clarify the meaning of cliodynamics, is all that is taking place around us as we speak, is an objective dance of thesis-antithesis-synthesis. The average person is not prepared for the end of the world as we know it, and they feel fine. They are the people that are normally shocked to find out that the NSA has been reading their e-mails, text messages, and listening in on their phone calls. Once they do find out, they may not admit it is happening, but then again, they are not required to do so. 

My interest in such subjects was fueled by one little statement in that 1990 U.N. report, and it was how the first page ended, addressing...

POWER AND PRIORITY

 ...and, I quote:

"In short, when trying to deal with our growing range of unavoidable problems we must Render unto Caesar the things that are Caesar's. Just as important, the allocation must be the product of the most objective and functional criteria possible. Survival may actually be at stake."

Who would have realized, in 1990, that they had genetically cloned Gaius, and that bastard would show up to ruin, yet, another Empire?

"Not I", said the little, now grey-haired writer, who once owned a gleaming head of black locks. More salt and pepper than grey, but you get the idea. 

What we are talking about here is zonal compliance. If you can grasp the concept of zonal compliance, then you can grasp the concept of freedom reduction. If you can grasp the concept of freedom reduction, then you can grasp the concept of bringing supposed freedom out of manufactured chaos. Until such a time as chaos is manufactured, freedoms are not in question nor are they subject to platforms designed to limit them. 

One of the things I remember dearly in the gun slinging days of Arms dealing was something I could never quite wrap my head around called Objective Force Warrior, until the movie Ironman came on the scene with the assistance of CGI. This is the world we live in today. Almost thirty years later and certain dreams are realities, including Ironman. Oh yeah... he can't fly yet, but he does exist. They built him when no one was paying attention. I don't talk about these things anymore. Now I just write about them. It's easier and there is a whole lot less ridicule.The best part is, writing about science fiction based on facts leaves little room for disputes. The same is true for historical fiction based on facts. 

Mathematical modeling of history works in both directions, like any good equation should. 

   

 

Someone told me I should...

...start a blog, because I love to write.

The fact is, I've never consider myself anything less than a spinner of yarns and tales, unbelievably true; just this side that ledge where if you allow your leg to be pulled, you may either fall deep into a canyon that may not keep you amused and just this side of laughter and tears,....or

...makes you just sit and think a while.

Actually, it wasn't a person, it was my future mother-in-law. Mind you, I've never been married before, and her being a Choctaw Princess and such, could sense my lack of royal blood right away. Her daughter on the other hand fell madly in love with my devilish charm and irreverent sense of humor. I literally charmed the pants off of her, although I'll categorically deny it, even though it's been written down here for all to see.

I thought this would be the appropriate time to start a blog, as I am currently writing two, ....yes two, not one, novels...simultaneously. Bear in mind, this is not a simple task for even the worthiest of wordsmiths and phrase slayers, yet I found myself compelled to do so. It fits in currently with the unfinished screen play, which I will film myself, when I can find some time, in between adding the finishing touches on a stage play that is near completion.

Some say writers need to pick a genre and stick with it.

(My cat is laying on top of my foot right now..asleep,... so I'm stuck in an awkward position of either waking him, which he will inevitably think it's time to eat again. Or, let him sleep, which is safer, because each time I move, he digs his claws in my supple, yet manly flesh)

I say jump in and write whatever pokes your pig.

As long as you have some experience with the subject mater, and have done the minimum research required to sound reasonably credible, then in today's modern, fast-paced, technocracy. (I just love this new technological revolution, and a shot hasn't even been fired yet, although millions of people have been taken prisoner)

I knew there would be trouble the minute I booted up my computer at the bank (former career) in 2001 and we were working with Windows 95. Needless to say, we've all seen the recent fallout from technological lag time vs. real time wants, desires, and needs. I'm not going to say it was planned that way, but I'm not going to categorically deny it either. Let's just say we were all duped, including myself. I left the Arms dealing industry, and headed towards the business integrity of banking in the mid-1990's. People always get a strange look on their face when you say "Arms dealer".

No, I'm not proud of those days, and it was just another life's experience that brought many a tale to be woven. Most of my clientele were either famous people or law enforcement people, which led to some interesting relationships based taste and trust.

Since I've given up on both industries as reliable sources of income, that may or may not place your bits and bobbles in harms way, when either career businesses are run in a deceitful manner,...I've decided to pursue my dreams (you know, those things you give up to make a honest living by working with dishonest people, who present themselves as honest people).

I'm not sure if having two degrees in Fine Art will help me in this new adventure. I do know, when applied to banking and Arms dealing, they made me quite a lot of money (as I am not afraid of making money), and it was not because I used them as a form of educational intimidation. Most of the things I've done, or the people that I've come in contact with have lead me this far in life, but my life is not over yet.

My days of banking though, sadly are over for good. Yet, for the life of me, I still cannot figure out why some errant Mexican Drug Cartel has not laid siege to one of the average banks across the border, killing everyone inside, and shoving them in a mass grave. The only reason I could ascertain was, some people are just too scummy to kill, and even drug dealers know when they are dealing with real scum.

And, although I still like to target shoot, I just don't have the heart to sell another weapon, based on the overall stupidity of current mankind. Some people need to just buy a damned dog and be done with it. Guns are not for the ignorant or irresponsible, but that doesn't stop them from buying them.

I was told a very long time ago, that if one wants to write, one has to live. Well, I've done some of that,...living stuff. So, I guess it's time to start sharing it with those afraid to leave their home and travel across country. You don't have to strap a rifle on your back to do it, but being affable and talky helps.

I may share a thought, a short story, a quip, a new word, or an errant idea.

It's up to you to determine whether or not it's worthy of your time. I wouldn't be a good judge of just how valuable your time is. I just started using twitter, and boy, I'm not really sure I can keep up with all the twits that tweet. Makes you wonder why they call it twitter and not tweeter? Really?

I'll keep you posted,...why hell, I may even share some of my FB irreverence, which I normally share with a small group of people who have come to both enjoy, and and at times, ignore me. 

MUSASHI aka 21CMT