I Considered Retiring Last Night

I considered retiring last night. From problems with the kids, to the heat, and of course that little wake up call from that woman who shall remain nameless, I seriously thought about going back to Death Valley and drinking a beer. Writers do this. The reward for writing simply has to be inner satisfaction because there sure ain't no money in it. Still, it's gratifying to see the numbers climb, at least knowing that someone out there knows you're alive.

Writing articles is far better than writing music. I did that in Nashville. Everything you ever heard about Nashville is a lie! It's worse! The music business is a little like playing roulette. One winner, and nine suckers, and the suckers hang on hoping lady luck will smile on them. While the ones who had a “hit” parade around Music Square, the rest hope to get a gig at a bar for the weekend. Then, of course, there's the writing part. In Austin I thought I could pen a pretty good song. In Nashville I heard a better song from the waitress pouring my coffee. That's called a “Reality Check.”

After I pawned my underwear (yes, you can do that in Nashville) I returned to Texas and went into real estate. Did I tell you that you have to be crazy to be a writer? Well, that's what makes you indulge in something with absolutely no hope of any return, while you make millions at a legitimate vocation. Sell real estate all day, and write all night. I ground out three books. I'd given up on music and turned to prose, but I'd brought something with me. Even though I'd never written a hit, I'd learned the mechanics of composition, and that translated into literature quite well. When a normal person tries to write you usually get a “bumpity bump” result. You've seen it. A friend gives you a story that they've written, and you have to read it because they're watching you. Well, song writing is short, sweet, and goes in circles. The circles cement the main idea.

Years later I discovered blogging. You think you can't make money at music? Try blogging! But, at least it doesn't cost anything. So I blogged, and blogged, and eventually accrued a fair number of these things with people reading and commenting. For a writer, that's the hook. Someone who was overwhelmed by two drunks in a bar applauding will swoon at one hundred comments on a blog. At first I didn't really have anything to blog about so I wrote about music. Then, I discovered politics.

If there is anything stupider than a song writer, it's a politician. See, people need to understand that. It is the same mentality that makes someone load up their pickup with amps, and drive eight hundred miles that will make a plumber put on a suit and drive to the state Capitol. If you are writing about these people the material is endless. To quote Will Rodgers, you don't have to joke, just read the papers, and report the facts. I elevated from blogging to writing “articles.” This is along the line of difference between the girl standing under a street lamp to the one who has a regular room. But, and this is the hook, I began to get a substantial amount of reads, and after about three years I actually knew what I was talking about! Political satire was my skill. Reporting on this flock of liars was wonderful. Still, no money, but the gratification was fantastic.

. I actually did retire three years ago, so I now had the time, and money to write all I wanted. This became a job, with structure, hours, rules, and ways to see just how far this was going. Now, bear in mind I don't have a life. I'm divorced, childless, old, and have a dog. It took about three years for me to wake up to this. Then I developed loneliness. Now loneliness for me is an oxymoron, because I enjoy solitude, and am actually put off by interruptions in my routine. Coffee, same time every morning, cigarette, read my reviews, and then write, publish,  check response, go to the store, retire to the porch around dusk, cocktails! If someone calls me during this routine I become irritated. But, somehow, I was lonely.

So, last night I decided to “retire!” I had visions of free days, no stress, not having to think, or be clever, but suddenly it hit me! We’re all alone. Even in a crowded room we are ourselves. I can be at a party and can't get a word in edgewise because I'm basically boring, but when I write? It dawned on me, writing is my life, and the money doesn't matter. By golly, I'm gonna LEAVE something! I woke up this morning, and where when I went to bed last night I was determined to never pick up this iPad again, I did pick it up and wrote, “I considered retiring last night . . .”

Donald Trump's Stance

It positively amazes me how liberals continue to ridicule Donald Trump’s stance against illegal immigration, and the importing of terrorists to our shores. Ok, not all Mexicans are in drug cartels, and a lot of Muslims don't even go to services on a regular basis. I got that, but when you pursue that line of reasoning you put an acceptable quota on terrorism and crime. It's like, “Ok, only three percent rape, murder, and blow things up. We can live with that.” Then the rationale of punishing the other ninety-seven percent being unfair misses the point.

It works like this: Take Muslims, for instance. We have to make it clear to them that they need to police their ranks. You want to be in America, BE AMERICAN! You know who the radicals are. Don't just sit there when you find them. They don't need to be in your Mosques. Imams preaching about jihad don't need to have a pulpit. Honor killings in the USA? Are you kidding me? If you want your women to wear burkas, fine! But, don't go into a rant when someone orders a bacon cheese burger at McDonald’s! Remember, you all pretty much look alike, talk funny, and smell funny. (Racist enough for you?) If you don't wise up you are about to see a brave new world come January, 2017!

We are blessed in America. When the European Union opened its arms to the refugees they let the fox in the hen house. Now feathers are flying everywhere. I am confused when a guy takes out nine people at a shopping mall and even though ISIS claimed responsibility, the authorities can find no direct connection to the group. Do they think these guys have certificates hanging on the wall? This is a shadow army. And Germany? Aren't these the guys who gave us Hitler? We seriously need a panties check here. The fact is, Hitler had the run of the chicken coop until America and Russia stepped in. Well, what do we have now? Putin stepped up. Obama went to Europe and came back with a weather report. You can't make this stuff up, folks. Oh, sure, we hear about this guy, or that guy at the top of the ISIS tree being taken out, but they still control vast areas of land, and they're setting up government! Donald Trump’s stance is, “NOT HERE!”

And Hillary? Don't get me started. She single handedly tore apart the Middle East, and gave it to Radical Islam. Not even our ambassador was safe. She was only the Secretary of State then, can you imagine what Madam President could do? The day she takes the oath of office ISIS will be dancing in the streets, OUR streets! But, the liberals love her. “Well, we had our black president, now for our woman president,” what’s next? Bruce Gender?

Donald Trump’s stance is simple. STOP! America first! Did you know that China runs articles every day stating in no uncertain terms that if Trump takes office it will mean war? You know why? Because the morning that Donald Trump sits down in the Oval Office he's going to hand them their face. They'll lose their hat, and all their cattle. This charade of world power status will disappear like a bowl of rice, and they'll have to start competing on a world stage filled with fed up people.

Trump is not perfect, but he's not Imperfect either. He is an American. He has dealt with the Chinese, and that's what they're scared of. They know they have a paper mache economy. Notice that the very phrase, “America First” sets off places like China, Mexico, and the Middle East. It's been “America Last” for so long that's become the norm. Well, they'd better start swimming, or they'll sink like a stone, because times, they are a-changing

Alex Hill's Grave

There is a grave in Texas. It is the grave of a little girl, and it's being desecrated. Alex Hill’s grave. The struggle with the CPS (Child Protective Services) has been a long and rocky road. My involvement began with my daughter in law, Jackie. I won't relate the details here because stories of abuse by the department are amazingly similar, and frankly, once you've seen one, you've seen them all. I entered the fight as a fire brand, and associated myself with Jim Black of Angel Eyes Over Texas. Jim is a consummate negotiator with his eye on real results. I am more of a “Kill ‘em all, let God sort ‘em out” kinda guy. That is a ruse, the  truth is deeper than that.

When Doc Greene jerked me off that porch, and thrust me into Texas politics I was retired. I knew about as much about politics as my dog, Cleo. Oh, by the way, brown lives with white paws matter. I digress. Either by design, or dumb luck, Jim and I began to “Mutt and Jeff” the CPS. While he made endless trips to courts, and senate sub-committees I was constantly giving the illusion of trying to dump the pellets into  the gas chambers that I hoped were loaded with CPS case workers. But something was happening below the surface.

When you associate with people like Tom and Kathy Glass, Crystal Lee Laramore, Doc Greene, and Ted you learn. To be honest, not all CPS workers are monsters. There are some who lay flowers on Alex Hill’s grave, and fight behind the scenes to make the department do the job it was meant to do, protect the defenseless. Slowly, the landscape began to change, and while not perfect, the Protective Services we face today is vastly different from the one that knocked on my door seven years ago.

When I did the article, “Amy” I found it distasteful. In came off like a Hollywood gossip column, and reminded me of my own battle with CPS. Old memories came back, and Jackie’s ghost sat beside me. She wrote a song, “Empty Chairs,” but the chairs aren't empty, folks. They're filled with dark, and painful memories. The only problem with Amy’s story is it’s not totally true. I said in the article, and in a video that I know little or nothing about Amy’s “case.” While this is true, I most certainly know about her mindset because I was exposed to it for five days.

While I hide behind the mask of “A Simple Ol’ Boy From Austin” I'm far from that. I have become an investigative journalist with people digging facts for me to put into my articles. Ninety percent of these facts you will never see. But there's something more. The actions of people like Amy discredit the work of people like Jim, disrespects the tears of the mothers who have lost their child, and to be honest, desecrates little Alex’s grave! For all of the flamboyance, Amy hasn't changed one comma in the CPS code book.

Let's be honest. While most people view CPS with a jaundiced eye, when you see the cops roll up, and the children come out on the way to the white van, there is just a little, “What did they DO?” in the back of your mind. The CPS IS the legal authority, charged with protecting children, so when you see it you know these people would probably not go through this heart tearing move without some reason. We, in the resistance, have had to overcome the stigma of being a bunch of child abusing nuts, and it's been an uphill run all the way. Then, along comes an “Amy” and becomes the poster child for the entire movement. Put another flower on Alex’s grave.

There is a type of personality that will develop scenarios, backed up with mountains of “evidence” that seems to have some validity, but if you dig just a little you  will find the truth. One lie. That's all it takes is one lie, and the whole house of cards comes tumbling down. Now, I'm not going to slander. I won't cite endless examples. Remember I told you about that ninety percent I never write about? The personality here does not have an eye on a goal, only on themselves, and that's what it's all about. The difference? Jackie threw herSELF under the white CPS bus to save her children.

Do not subscribe to these people. When you see a mountain of “evidence” ask yourself what that mountain is trying to cover? The struggle to reform CPS is ongoing, with good people on both sides. The fact is, we NEED to protect the defenseless. If we can ignore the Narcissistic actions of some people then perhaps little Alex may rest in peace.

The Joy of Living Alone

The joy of living alone has come home to me this week. While my article “Amy” has some success, I would have much rather written about the Republican convention. I did notice while Trump blew through with the party raising him to the rank of nominee, as opposed too presumptive nominee, the media, having been deprived of that adjective, centered on party disunity every time a delegate went to the bathroom.

I am going to predict here that the general election will be about the same. Hillary will rattle her sword, wave Bill at the crowd, and pick and choose which questions she’ll answer during a press conference, but on that first Tuesday in November the dogs are all going to come home, and we’ll see how good she is at giving a concession speech.

So, what kind of president will Donald Trump be? Well, he won't be bowing to the King of Saudi Arabia. Then there's that wall. Folks, I know a few Mexicans, and I don't believe a wall is going to keep them out. Laws keep them out, or at least get them back when they are caught here. We ARE a nation of immigrants, and if you don't have a feather in your hair then you are an immigrant. We simply have to enforce the laws that we already have. Jumping the border should stop being an entitled joy ride, and we need to make it desirable to do it the right way. Also, please note that Mexico is not a nice place to live if you are lower class. The president of Mexico has made several statements claiming how Trump wanting to build that wall is an attack on the Mexican people. DUDE! You're running the country so good that people are swimming rivers, jumping fences, and walking across deserts just to get out!

Trump says he'll repeal a bunch of executive orders penned by Obama. Actually, I think he’ll read them first. Trump is an organization man. He is a real estate broker. Real estate brokers deal in brick and mortar and very basic math. Little “bottom line” reasoning won't hurt the economy. Gay marriage, bathrooms, and marijuana? I've noticed he just steps away. When asked about which bathroom Bruce Gender could use at Trump Towers he said any one he wants. He didn't say he approved of the life style, just that he had other things on his mind beyond where people pee. I wonder if Bruce squats, but I digress.

You won't see the “Donald” repealing the second amendment, claiming a thug could be his son, and to be frank, his wife and daughters will make a very fashionable addition to the White House. I don't think you'll see Black Lives Matter stopping any more traffic, or wild-eyed Muslims chanting in the streets. And, there'll be excesses. We've had eight years of excesses, it'll take eight more years to at least attempt to equalize the ship of state. At least President Trump will know the protocol involved when in the presence of the Queen of England, and won't misspeak at the funeral of four police officers. Oh, and he throws one hell of a dinner party, too!

Amy

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Schizophrenia

Definition

Schizophrenia is a chronic and severe mental disorder that affects how a person thinks, feels, and behaves. People with schizophrenia may seem like they have lost touch with reality. Although schizophrenia is not as common as other mental disorders, the symptoms can be very disabling.

Always be aware that no good deed goes unpunished. I rarely, if ever, write about events in my life, centering on news items in Texas, the nation, and the world, but once in a very blue moon something will intrude into my inner circle. Most times I ignore it. I have to stay focused in order to write and stay “front page,” and boys and girls, I do that on Social Security sitting on a porch in a small Texas town. So, therefore, it is hard to get me to pay attention to anything else. Then there is “Amy!”



In a past life I did a series of articles on the CPS (Child Protective Services). During this time I came across Amy. Apparently, she had run afoul of the powers that be and was relieved of custody of her daughter. Her mother, and step father ended up with the child, and Amy launched into a huge social media presence to regain her little girl. She would call me and I'd listen to hours of details about how the police had broken the law, she had been denied rights, the little girl was in danger, and on and on. When it all became too much, and I began to pull back she turned on a dime, saying I was trying to trick her, and was part of a vast conspiracy against her. We lost touch for about five years.

About a month ago Amy popped up again. Still no girl, but she claimed to have a huge amount of “evidence” that would “bust this case wide open.” About a week ago she texted me telling me that she had to get out of town because her “bodyguard” had been murdered, and the assassins were looking for her, seemingly because she had this tremendous vault of documents that would incriminate public officials. You know, officials like, say, the GOVERNOR! She also needed to borrow eighty dollars because she was about to be booted from the motel she was staying in.

I don't have credit cards so I couldn't pay the motel. Upon learning that she told me she, and her companion (another “bodyguard”) could drink coffee at Denny’s and have a place for the night. I suggested that if she could come here that I could put her up for a bit until she could sort things out. Ok, I'm stupid! I got a text from her telling me that her mother had surrendered some of her belongings, money was now no problem, and she was on the way. At 5:00 AM (That's right AM!) they rolled up in a UHual truck.

Well, I'm stuck! So I put them up while they tripped around in the truck trying to sell her “valuables” which achieved practically nothing. During this stay I let her talk with my co-writer, Ted about her “case.” She rattled on, piling layer upon layer and he took it all in. The week rocked on. She told me she had to return to her town for a court appearance. Only problem was, you guessed it, no money. They were a bit short. I found the money needed to help them get a bus ticket. She never flies because the assassins are guarding the airports. Anyway, bye bye Amy! Au Contraire! So yesterday I get a text saying, “Urgent, please call!” At that time I was listening to a radio show that I contribute to, and composing the morning’s article so the best I could do was text back, “What’s up?”  Her response was “Bull shit sir as always. I'm told my daughter Steven and I will be murdered tonight!!!!! Got the msgs to prove it over 80 today threatening our lives! Too busy fuck you all”

I was a bit, shall I say, perturbed? Save your fork, it gets better. Next day she began my morning with “Well with your rapist son you told us about and hiding 5 grandkids you won't win. I have the info and addresses to show my contacts with big media. You tube down or I'm going public with your msgs and the truth about you and your secrets. By the way remember I'm smart I taped everything including my so called talk with some high security Ted contact. 2 hours I taped it and the very next day I'm told about 80 times that my girl will be killed, my fiancé and myself! You covered this instead of that! You will be exposed!”

Now, let's examine this. Bear in mind that I have not harmed this individual. I actually didn't discuss her case with her to any degree. As usual, I was concentrating on the national scene, writing articles. The YouTube she refers to is one I did last night. You may enjoy that at https://youtu.be/QkBCzuqAMdU  At first I was just ignoring her rants, but after several hours of texts, which I will not bore you with, I decided to at least address the issue somewhat. She also alludes to “hiding” my five grandchildren. My grandchildren are very public, plugged into the system, and live in a 6,000 square foot house in the mountains of Utah. The biggie was her claiming she “recorded” her conversation with Ted. She was using an iPhone. Now prove me wrong, but I have tried to record phone conversations, and even FaceTime of my grandchildren and have found no way to do it. Oh, one more thing . . . she was using MY iPhone, and there are no recordings, not even voice notes on it right now! Her entire text was based on a lie!

This is what Amy does. She builds huge straw men, laying “facts” upon suppositions that seem to support her allegations until you peel away the veneer, and see it all for what it is. Just one great big lie! The fact that she turned on me is important. I absolutely did her no wrong. In fact, her stuff is still stored in my shed! Free of charge, I might add. Amy claims she has a deal in Hollywood where she is going to “expose” me. Please do! I need the publicity. If you will note, other than a general statement at the first of this article, I have not discussed her case. I do have information on it, but I will not share that information, suffice to say, in my opinion I don't think there is much chance of a mother and child reunion.

The good news is her attention span is about five days. After that, she finds a new boogie man, or men, goes into a tail spin, and forces her “facts” on yet some other poor soul who is scraping money to get rid of her. In my business you can't stay angry. Actually, you can't even get angry if you are going to remain objective. I'm not angry with Amy. I wish her the best, unfortunately the best for her seems to be the room with a view!

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New Wrinkle In The Blanket

Today there is a new wrinkle in the blanket. Please check out this news item. http://abcn.ws/29P4dmr.  Take a look at this guy. Now maybe it's just the old racist coming out in me, but I'm from Shreveport and I was amazed that such a man could come out of south Louisiana, if indeed he did. My image of Black Lives Matter was, shall we say, a little “different?” What we have here is an articulate, deep thinking man that you would argue politics with over cocktails down at the country club. He had a huge web presence, and discussed everything from philosophy to, well, the violent overthrow of society. Oh, and he was one hell of a shot, too, not to mention he was willing to die for his beliefs. Yep! There is a new wrinkle in the blanket.

So, what does this imply? As long as there were welfare mamas, and crackheads standing in the freeway, stopping traffic, Black Lives Matter was an annoyance to commuters on the way to work to pay for the food stamps. This man is an evolutionary leap, but there's more. People like this do not run alone. This is the tip of the iceberg, and beneath the surface is a huge, well organized political force that makes the New Black Panthers look like the Boy Scouts. These brothers got it going on!

We, of the Cracker persuasion,  need to self examine a bit. What would drive such a man to such extremes? Hey, let's be honest here; this guy just died for what he stood for. We Texas Nationalists are hard pressed to get people to our rallies with free beer! Swat them bees! And if you don't think this is a real threat please recall that we were driven out of Vietnam by a bunch of runny-nosed kids in pajamas shooting  .22 rifles and burying sharp sticks! Jus sayin’! If we do not seriously address this, these people will collapse the economy, shut the water off, and marry your sister. (Racist enough for you?)

Actually, I'm not THAT racist. On the surface, before he fired the shots, I would have thought this man was what we would expect as the opposition. A man headed for prominence. A senator perhaps. But, something poisoned his mind. If you examine police shootings according to FBI statistics you will quickly see that the black/white ratio is fairly stable when compared to the crime rate of each segment of society. When Lyndon Johnson created his entitled “Great Society” he planted the seeds for the inner city situation we’ve all come to know and love. Within that section are the usual crack heads, and illiterate street walkers, but the law of averages says that there simply must be a Gavin Long, who is well fed, literate, and just as angry as John Q. Homeboy down at the parole office.

There is no quick fix for this. First, and foremost we must stop Black Lives Matter. Recognize it for what it is, stop being politically correct, and rid the ground of its shadow. Black lives do not matter to Black Lives Matter. Money, power, and political action matter to Black Lives Matter. To do this all Americans need to support our police. Law enforcement needs to know that we stand behind them. You simply cannot have a society ruled by thugs. If you want that, move to Mexico. Excellent gun control down there, amigo!

Then, we have to disassemble the “Great Society” that spawned this. Young black people need to finish high school, get jobs and have children AFTER they are married. Those three elements have been cited by study after study as the formula for success. We need to make it difficult to go on the dole. Hey, it's HARD to get up in the morning, brush your teeth,  and go down to your slaving job to get your pay, but we have to show this society that the results are far better than the welfare office. And, things happen! If a family is down, and needs temporary help to regain footing, do not punish or destroy the family for accepting that help. And get the churches involved. You ARE your brother’s keeper! In other words don't starve the children because daddy’s in the house trying to find another job! When I was growing up in Louisiana the black family was a nucleus! A rock of stability. The civil rights movement did correct some old things such as Jim Crow, but we GOT the water fountains and bus schedules worked out, ok? Then along come the Planned Final Solution, I mean Planned Parenthood of Ann Sanger to “Thin out the weeds,” combined with a welfare system designed to revive  slavery and what did you  get? Gavin Long, and he wasn't a long time coming.

Now, white folk, you have a choice. You can rise up, with responsible black leaders who DID finish high school, and DO assemble toys on Christmas Eve, or that blanket I spoke about earlier? Just throw that over your head. I'm sure that'll make this all go away!

You Thought I Was Kidding

You thought I was kidding when I told you we were at war, didn't you? Now three more officers are dead in Baton Rouge. While the act of pinning a man to the ground, and executing him is deplorable, the attack on the police forces across the country are equally unacceptable.  Normal police functions are now interrupted across the nation. everything from traffic tickets to delivering babies is secondary to officers simply trying to survive. People, you do NOT want this brave new world.

You thought I was kidding when I told you that Black Lives Matter is a terrorist organization with agendas to force the nation into martial law in order to keep Obama in office. I based that on texts and emails between Ms. Lynch and the BLM movement, itemizing methods needed in order to disrupt not only the Republican convention, but the Democrat one also, because if  the orderly selection process is circumspect then the only safe path is to continue status quo until the issues are resolved, and that, my friends, is four more years of the same and the final solution to the “constitutional” issues, our gun rights, and UN control of the government.

You thought I was kidding when I told you that less than three percent of the population will try to seize the government and turn us into a third world nation. Well, friends, when one quarter of a population is on the dole you already HAVE a third world nation, not to mention all of our “guest” from south of the border courtesy of the immigrant in charge at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave.

You thought I was kidding when I told you it was insane to even have Hillary in the race against a businessman who simply wants to make America great again. Well America is no longer great, but Texas is, and we’re OUTTA HERE! I told you as the American Dream collapses Texas will again raise its head among the nations, and the nations will welcome us. The government will not be able to address secession with Black Lives Mattering coast to coast. The end will come when they succeed in destroying the entire structure and the food stamps run out because fact: They can't FEED themselves, and Texas sure won't!

You thought I was kidding about all these things. Well, I wasn't, and Texas isn't kidding now. We’ll just take the US constitution, they're not using it right now. We’ll take what's left of their industry. We will welcome people looking for freedom and peace, and we will build a nation, because folks . . . We’re NOT kidding!