Politically INCORRECT

 

Okay it's rant time. Reader warning, I'm about to type my mind, one fed up with one sided bull crap. Our freedom is dissolving as surely as AlkaSeltzer tablets in a glass of water and it tastes just about as bad. Attacks by those who have nothing better to do than ruin the lives of those who don't agree with them. That's why were re different, PEOPLE!!! We have likes and dislikes, those things we believe in and those things we don't. Why should we like the same food, same movies, same sports, have the same religious beliefs, have the same political beliefs. Here I go with just  a few examples:

 

A Massachusetts family says they have received a letter from an anonymous scrooge blasting their Christmas decorations because “not everybody in the neighborhood is Christian." It's Christmas and it has been Christmas forever. Get over it. Neighbors gathered around her home on Saturday night to sing Christmas carols and show their support. Way to go, like that.

 

 

A TV station in Raleigh was in hot water after an anchor of their early afternoon news shows mistakenly said that Santa was made up, according to sources. Okay, is there anything reall worth saying here?

 

 

The Pennsylvania middle school that suspended a 10-year-old for pretending to shoot a fellow classmate with a bow and arrow has until Friday to remove the suspension from the student's record, or face potential legal actions from the boy's parents. I kissed a girl on the monkey bars when I was six. I've a sixty year old fugitive of justice. Folks this is getting out of hand, I'm just saying.

 

 

 A five year old was issued a suspension from school for making a gun gesture with his hand. He was playing army on the playground. Busted, I grew up playing army, cops and robbers, cowboys and Indians, killing and being killed with play guns. Guess what, I didn't turn out to be a serial killer or on the Most Wanted List. Parents start treating your kids like kids. Allow them to be kids, not adults. Stop acting more like children than real children and earn their respect, try to be role models, share family time with them and quit blaming others for the way they act or disrespect kids, teachers and other adults. By the way, teachers are not supposed to be the parents and stop blaming them for your short comings. And bullying on any level is not to be tolerated.

 

 

Camels back has been broken. What is this world coming to now? The famous quote from Planet of the Apes when our protagonist sees the Statue of Liberty in shambles 'It's a mad house!" 

Phil Robertson referenced the Bible when talking to GQ about his thoughts about homosexuality and sinning and he mentioned many more sins than just the one everyone keyed in on. Without getting into all the rhetoric and debate, he said comments, news media and special interest groups weighing in and demanding Phil's head on a platter, the demise of Ducky Dynasty, I say just one thing, Watch where this thing goes A&E. Jumping the gun like you have done, Pandora's Box has been flung open and the real majority will speak loudly and clearly. Papa always said God gave us two ears and one mouth for a reason; he wanted us to listen twice as much as we talked. Listen to what your viewing audience is saying and weigh carefully what you say moving forward. If I were a Robinson, giving the circumstances, I'd bid you a fond farewell and take my following with me...ouch! Like Phil, I always say what I believe, one man's opinion, you don't have to agree with me, that's your right just as it is mine to be me and speak my mind, do what I feel I need to do and not be someone I'm not, just for the sake of being popular or politically incorrect. If I don't care for a movie or tv show I don't watch them. I listen to music I like and don't if it doesn't appeal to me. I like some actors, don't like others. I don't demand that everyone and every circumstance changes to suit little on me because others out there feel differently and like other stuff that don't appeal to me. Relax, enjoy life the way you feel you need to live it and stop trying to change the lives of those they see things differently. Trust me, it will be a lot less stressful when you do. Phil, I raise my class to you, not for saying what you said but for being whom you are, true to yourself. Lessons can be learned I people can put away the stirring pot and enjoy what life has o offer them. We're all unique and that's all right with me.

 

 

I do have a plot for a novel entitled ironically 'Politically Incorrect'. One day it might see the light of day and when it does, you have the right to read it or not, agree with it or not, and I have no issue with your thinking, good, bad or ugly. We have the right to disagree but let's be seasonable and reasonable and not go off half coked always demanding for people to be fired or punished for doing and thinking differently.  Look in the mirror, it's not that becoming to be like that. One man's opinion is just that. 

Okay, 22 hours of fun at he Dickens Show is now behind my alter egos, Little Tommy Dickens and Scrooge. Some thought I was a statue; ole stone face still lives. Book buyers didn't exactly over run booth 127 but we experienced wonderful fellowship among the attending Beach Author Network authors. We certainly had plenty of time to reflect, assess and brain storm the next greatest event. For those of you who failed to drop by and pay the price for admission, you missed the greatest show in town because booth 127 was filled with punchy authors, making merry and surviving as best we could. I fear you have forever missed your opportunity to purchase those deals at this event; a one and out for most of us. The Myrtle Beach Convention Center will never be the same. If there are any hard book cover readers out there, let us hear an amen. Visit Beach Author Network on Face Book and offer hungry writers a tad of encouragement to continue spinning our tales. Our hobby is an expensive one and the only way we continue is with your loyal support. Begging for more is appreciated. Support local and hope to see you at the next greatest bookarama.  

Sorry, been away for awhile, new Dell laptop has crashed and burned, limping long barely, writing has come to a screeching halt. Did jot down an opening for a new novel, possibly a novella, my first, titled The Widow Magnet. Got you interested? Still contemplating launching a kid's book too, Bobby Saves Scoot, about a sea turtle. Book is actually finished, needs to be illustrated though. My issue is I just have too many completed novels and it's too expensive to release them in hard copy. E-book might be where I should head. TBD after I fix the Dell issue. Short and sweet this time...

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Eating bacon can significantly lower a man’s sperm quality, Medical Daily reported.
In a study presented at the American Society for Reproductive Medicine’s 2013 Annual Meeting in Boston, researchers from Harvard University gathered data from 156 men who were undergoing in vitro fertilization (IVR) with a partner. Each couple was asked questions about their diet, including how often they consumed processed meat, red meat, white meat, poultry, and fish.

So has the term 'making bacon' lost its meaning? One has to wonder. I'm a carnivore, a pig eater, so such senseless studies mean nothing to me. That's all I'm saying.

First let me clarify, I'm an ole tomahawker from way back, even before the Braves adopted the chant. I remember those days with Chief Knock-a-homer when I was one of less than 5000 loyal fans at the stadium cheering the Braves to another 100 game-plus losing season. You could sit where you wanted basically. But I remained a fan, better or worse. When they had that run if winning pennant after pennant, I held onto my dreams of seeing them win it all. They did only once. Most times they fizzled to a halt. Still, I hung in there until the next season, and the next. I still have quite the collection of Brave's tee-shirts; just can't seem to let them go.
I even have an actual Dale Murphy autographed ball. It was Dale Murphy day at the stadium and everyone got a pre-autographed ball. What makes my special is that after the game as we were climbing the stairs to our room at what then was the Stadium Hotel next door to the stadium, I tall gent sprinted by us on the stairs. At a glance, he looked like Dale so I sprinted up the stairs behind him. He vanished through a door on one of the floors and dashed inside behind him. I found my self slap dab in the middle of some sort of gala. They were about to run me off when I caught Dale's attention and asked for his autograph. He smiled, and said sure. Boy I was living large.
I've been at the stadium for those wild Dodger-Brave rivalry games when they were in the same division. I was there when he Padres had a series of knock down-drag out fights all during the game. I even saw Hank Aaron hit a home run to dead away center in the Houston Astrodome.
It hurt to watch the Braves implode playing the Dodgers over the last few days. That's what the Braves do, take you to edge and then push you off the cliff. Been there, done it too many times but I still hang in there hoping for the next World Series. I reckon I'll wait one more year. It seems I'm always saying that. Hold year heads up boys. You did the best you could but I must confess after watching this opportunity slip through your fingers. In the ply-offs you just didn't look like a contender. I never saw the burn, the passion to win. I saw that look on the Dodgers' faces. That's why you got your butts kicked. Once you learn how to win down the September home stretch, then you'll kick ass in the playoffs and just maybe a series ring. I'm still with you but you don't make it easy on an old man. See you come spring and we'll do this again.

October, the month with my favorite holiday. Halloween, fond memories...

This is the second consecutive year I have missed my opportunity to publish my fiction novel, The Perfect Spook House. It is depicted in my hometown, Abbeville, S.C. elven eleventh graders reunite many years later to decipher just what happened that night, their junior year, at that old house on the Cedar Springs Road. They're ready, sort of, to face their fears; but many of town folk haven't forgotten and will do anything to prevent them from digging up old bones. It's a blend of long term friendship, corruption, the supernatural, a developing love story, murder and mayhem, told in a good ole southern tone. What more could you ask, except to have it in your hands to read.

Here's my personal dilemma. I have too many completed novels and self publishing isn't cheap. No one pays me to spin my tales and publish my scribbling. It is an expensive hobby. I've published four books in the past couple of years, all out of pocket but I have so much more to share. I'm thinking pushing a few through electronically, forgoing the expense of hard copies; any thoughts?

Here's a sampling of my completed novels. Which ones would you buy for you Kindle?

My Sasquatch series:
Foot
Another foot
Final Foot (not finished)

Follow-up to Dark Thirty:
Mack

No Mulligan (A golf themed suspense thriller)

The Perfect Spook House (as mentioned)

Outside the Clique (25 year high school reunion with Calhoun Falls as a backdrop)

Lou Who (Alzheimer's patient tangles with a witch; Greenwood, SC. as backdrop)

Absent on Arrival (supernatural mystery in the Great Smokey Mountains)

The Tenth Elemental (Deities, Gnomes, a family in peril in Maggie Valley, N.C.)

Last Stand on the Grand Strand (sea creatures have invaded the beach community)

The Lord's Last Acres (end of the world as we know it thriller)

Digging Sea Turtles (kids book)

Novels in progress:

Hometown Tragedy (True Story)

More Detective Trudy Wagner thrillers
Tithe and Offerings
The Low County Hunt Club

Bully on Board (series of short stories with lessons learned)

Just Who are the Joneses (suspense thriller)

Raw Ride (cowboys and zombies)

The Longest Hello (love story)

Cornbread and Butter Milk, Gold Ole Fashion Southern Nostalgic Nonsense (short stories from the good ole days, memoir)

Whomping the Golf Ball (short stories about golfing)

Politically Incorrect (America, fed up, fight back in this fiction novel)

The Single Guys Roadmap to Marriage (humorous twist on relationships, seeking that perfect gal)

Pickers (two pickers, an old Charleston plantation, a trunk, secrets and lies with a twist of the supernatural)


 Chicken Lovers Inc. (kids book)


As you can see, my twisted brain forever stays in gear. Again, if you read this, post on face book, just which T. Allen Winn novels are you itching to read? And help find me an agent, a publisher, someone who would pay for this stuff!!! After all, I have an endless supply...