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Happy Saint Patrick’s Day

17 Friday Mar 2023

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This one almost slipped up on me.

Here’s The Snakes, a 2020 classic short (from TPC!) featuring Dr. Ironsides!

What goes better with green beer and such than any other book? THE SUBSTITUTE.

THE SUBSTITUTE is Live!

14 Tuesday Mar 2023

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Friends, Tom Ironsides is back and better than ever!

Yesterday evening, Green Altar Books and Shotwell Publishing officially released the Revised Second Edition of THE SUBSTITUTE.

I’ve updated this site accordingly.

An EPUB version is available from Shotwell for a mere $7.95.

The beautiful paperback and a Kindle version are available from Amazon for $25.00 and $8.95 respectively. Again, given the collapse of the US financial system, I suggest investing in as many copies as one may reasonably afford.

FROM THE PUBLISHER, 3/13/23:

NEW RELEASE NOTIFICATION 
13 March a.d.2023
Shotwell World HeadquartersLadies and Gentlemen:We are sure that we are not the only ones to notice that the world is becoming stranger and stranger every day.Just last week, in fact, the Ian Fleming Publications Ltd, who holds the rights to the James Bond series, consisting of 14 novels published between 1953-1966, has decided that the protagonist is just not in line with modern values and sensibilities. International British Secret Agent James Bond, AKA 007, famous for style, deadly cunning, gadgets, and his beautiful paramours is getting a make-over, perhaps even a chemical castration, for his toxic masculinity and racism.To remediate the fictional British spy, the foundation is re-releasing the books after doing a little creative editing to make the international playboy less offensive to modern audiences just in time for the series 70th anniversary. You can read all the twisted details HERE if you like.But don’t worry y’all!  As Secret Agent 007 is lowered into his politically correct grave, we bring you a new suspense/thriller with a male lead that would certainly be censored by the usual suspects if they could get to him… Dr. Thomas “Tom” Ironsides!Green Altar Books, an imprint of Shotwell Publishing,Green Altar Books is proud to announce the release of the first book in the Tom Ironsides series, The Substitute, by our newest author, Perrin Lovett.
Description:The Substitute
Dr. Thomas “Tom” Ironsides is a fearsome man for a fearsome challenge. Widely regarded as one of the most effective and most dangerous paramilitary officers in modern clandestine history, he is a monster in his own right – a deadly warrior, possessed of keen intelligence, determined to defend civilization. Retired from the USMC and the CIA, he finds a new mission on the battlefield of public education. There he finds eerie connections to the wars, terror, and plots he thought he had finally left behind. Can one man turn the impossible tide?
In Tom’s own words, in late 2019, in person to a cadre of US education officials and intelligence officers:“This most certainly is a war, one for the soul of the nation. And we’re losing. America’s schools are beyond broken, they are anti-civilizational. Devoid of intellectualization, cultured discourse, responsibility, and freedom, they produce a dull and disinterested citizenry, incapable of understanding, reasoning, or caring. They are a dire threat and a menace not only to our young but to our very existence as a society. Even worse, far more insidious schemes lurk deep within the web of lies and fraud wrought around the hell of lower academia. But that’s by design, isn’t it? Are any of you going to answer me? Some of you claim you want to fight for our children. You lie. But, my little weasels, that is exactly what I’m about to do right now. We can do this the easy way … or the fun way. Call’s about to be mine.”Learn more about the protagonist, Tom Ironsides, in THIS fictional “interview” with the author and read a sample chapter on Reckonin.com, where Lovett and other fine folks, including our own Dr. Clyde Wilson, publish articles and other short pieces on a regular basis.While this is not our standard ‘Southern without Apology’ non-fiction release, we believe that sometime a well-crafted Southern novel is good medicine for the soul.The Substitute is now available in Paperback and Kindle at Amazon. Other vendors, as they become available, can be found HERE. You can get a digital edition at our website as well as at other popular ebook vendors.Get yours today and see what all the fuss is about!
We’re gonna keep this short and sweet since we just had a notification go out last week. As momma used to say, ‘you don’t want to wear out your welcome,’ so we will close here.

Hope y’all have a great week and until next time

We are and steadfastly remain

Yours in the Cause,

—The Shotwell Gang

© 2023, Green Altar, Shotwell Publishing and Perrin Lovett.

COLUMN: When The Clandestine World Collides With American Education (THE SUBSTITUTE)

08 Wednesday Mar 2023

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When The Clandestine World Collides With American Education

 

The Ukrainian rout and the fall of Artyomovsk (Bakhmut) are clear evidence of Vladimir Putin’s demise, yessir! Chinese bats balloons cranes are spying on us! This is totally different from, totally worse than the FBI, DHS, CIA, NSA, DIA, etc. spying on us. Who knew Mexico was dangerous for Gringos? The SPLC has rebranded itself as the “SDTC”, the Southern Domestic Terrorism Center. Harry Markle hits the magic ‘shrooms. Republicrats are going to “help” us by, say, banning speech, books, blogs, and thinking, and by carting us off to the gulags. 

A lot is going on. So let’s forget about all of it and concentrate on something serious.

Did you see Shotwell Publishing’s press release last week? There was a blurb at the end. This blurb:

Speaking of fiction (this just came to me and I cannot stop myself), we have a new fiction book coming out in a week or two. It’s an action/adventure novel by a new-to-Shotwell author that takes place in the public schools in South Carolina. Action? Adventure? You bet! That’s all we’re going to give you for now, but believe me, it’s a good’un (and timely too)!

My well-informed suspicion is that the novel is the revised second edition of THE SUBSTITUTE, wherein Tom Ironsides brings plenty of action, and much more. Following last week’s interview with Dr. Ironsides, a social mediate remarked, upon learning the ultimate fictional nature of the affair: “I took it for a real interview! Seems like a great cross between Jack Ryan and James Bond, will definitely read more.” This author certainly hopes so. And the comparison to those two great heroes of page and film couldn’t be more appropriate. Tom is an alpha male’s alpha to break the category.

The book has multiple themes. One of them concerns Tom’s return to post-modern American society and his attempt to reconcile both his personal life and his place and role in a society gone utterly mad. To complicate matters, his previous clandestine existence follows him home, doggedly and sometimes violently. As such, the story is pushed along by kinetic energy. However, as the man builds a new life, he finds new love. What’s action without romance anyway?

Most interestingly, the world of international espionage and martial adventure he thought he’d successfully retired from, winds up being interwoven with his new exploratory career in the collapsing theater of public education. Tom explores that latter spectacle from end to end in an attempt to understand if any part of it can be saved. Can it? And is he the man for the job? Who, among many challengers, wants him dead? How many crimes can a bureaucracy commit? Who are Dandy and the Bass Slayers? The intrepid reader has much to investigate.

To help get the inspection going here follows a portion of Chapter Twelve. Enjoy.

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THE SUBSTITUTE

By Perrin Lovett

Chapter Twelve 

A Date and a Plot 

Driving away from Hammond that Tuesday afternoon, Tom shook his head, as he thought: A popcorn riot! Kids will be kids. They do unruly things. But, with all that had happened at Eisenhower, every time he’d been there, he decided that was one school he would delete off his list of prospects. He did that as soon as he was home, the first alteration he’d made to his availability in A.S.S.’s system. It wouldn’t be the last. Later, he ate at Lyon’s and tried a new holiday porter as recommended by two prettier members of the staff. He ended up drinking several of them. Once home again, he thought about testing out his new fire pit but decided against it due to his travel schedule the next day. But he did have one last round of festive brew before bed. 

The following morning, while he sipped coffee and almost regretted the last round, he noticed something out the window. The dreary November clouds parted at just the right moment, opening a vast swath of earth and water below the American Airlines flight as it cruised north towards New England. He looked down and beheld lower Manhattan, a good stretch of the whole Island, and parts of the surrounding Boroughs. As he stared at One Freedom Tower, his mind returned to another day, years before. 

McLean, Virginia, September 11, 2001, 8:35 AM… 

‘I hope there’s a cute turtle in here!’ Vicky exclaimed while clutching a little box of animal crackers to her chest. She loved both the snack and the slower armored reptile. And, she really loved her Daddy. ‘Will YOU AND mommy come get me before you get Treeeey?? I wanna be first!’ she requested somewhat insistently. 

Still down on one knee, Tom tried to look concerned. ‘We’re supposed to pick up both of you? I thought we just picked one and the other spent the night here.’ The turtle-loving first grader wasn’t buying it that morning, instead giving Tom a squinty-eyed pouty face. ‘Alright!’ he said, relenting. ‘We’ll BOTH come get one of you and then the other. Maybe we can eat out tonight. Somewhere fun. Speaking of fun, looks like you need to get back in there, bunny.’ 

Dangling the turtles and other animals by the little string handle, she gave him a big parting hug. ‘Love you, Dabby!’ 

‘Ruv you too, baby doll.’ 

Tom rose and watched her skip away to a table where gathered some other little girls proudly wearing the uniforms of the Academy of Saint Mary. He bid Ms. Flaxon a good morning and made his way to the front doors, waving and nodding to a few nuns on the way out. Down the steps and across the front lawn, he almost bounded towards the parking lot. He’d just returned the night before from another overseas junket that, as usual, lasted a little longer than planned. Tonight would be fun family time; today was a chance to spend precious time with his bride. Or, it would have been. 

About the time he reached his aging, ailing Rover Defender, his belt and side began to vibrate as if his work pager vehemently objected to any and all of his plans. He stopped mid-entry, with one foot still on the ground, and checked. Despite his line of work, there was no expecting what he saw scrolling over the little screen: 

!!! CD BLK ATTACK WAR !!! 

… 

!!! HUNTRESS SCRAM F15 NYC !!! 

… 

!!! GIANTKILLER RELAY ADS !!! 

… 

!!! NCS RPT LANGLEY !!! 

As he raced towards CIA Headquarters, he tried a talk radio station. Some newsman was laughing about the time a World War Two-era bomber accidentally flew into the Empire State Building. This wasn’t an accident! You guys will know soon, he hastily thought. Just as he switched off the dial, his phone started ringing. He let it ring; he had traffic laws to break. 

Ten minutes later he ran into a situation room, already crowded with officers, analysts, assistant directors, and several men in military uniforms, mostly Army. They were whispering if they dared to talk at all. All eyes were on the largest of screens in that room which, from the looks of it, could have launched the Space Shuttle. He joined them in time to see the second plane strike. Reports buzzed about the Pentagon. The FAA ceded aerial control to NORAD. Another screen, live from a satellite, computer-highlighted fighters as they assumed Combat Air Patrol over America’s East Coast. The President was moving. The Capitol was evacuating. South Tower collapsed. North Tower followed. A shocked world watched equally stunned media figures stumble through the reports. 

His shock gave way to anger. He recalled, vividly, his meeting, little more than a month earlier, at the White House – his first with President Bush. He’d read aloud the footnotes to his April report on Serbia. He was one of the bold who warned of an imminent attack on the nation. He had stared in disbelief as, first one and then another, idiot neocon rebuffed his advice. Who were those people? Bin Laden was not bluffing to cover for Saddam. There was no need to bomb Iraq again. Shit, the targets were THERE, in the US, at that time! He’d lost it on two of the loudest chickenhawks. And, he almost lost his job as a result. He would have but for a certain respect from the Deputy Director and that, for his faults, Bush seemed to know the value of at least one dissenter. They let him stick around but they didn’t take his advice. Now, this! 

Many voices spoke to or at him simultaneously. The Director had found him and was instructing him to ready a direct-action team for deployment, probably to Afghanistan, and probably that night.  

Does that mean, ‘you were right?’ he thought coldly. ‘Roger that. I need to get the—’ 

‘They’re saying Tower Seven is going to fall too!’ The Director’s assistant of something had found her boss, and Tom, and broke in. She seemed terrified. 

Tom looked at both of them with a grim, set face. ‘Who are they? And, how do they know?’ he replied. Then, as a horrible thought entered his head, he uttered a single word: ‘Northwoods.’ 

That afternoon, Elizabeth picked up the kids by herself. Tom went not to the Middle East (not yet) but to Tampa so he could escort a band of Saudis out of the country. Their flight happened at a time when no-one else could fly. Almost no-one. His rival teams were busy shuttling Israelis and others back to their homes, some of them being hastily released from custody for the trip. The rest remained muddled, forgotten, and covered-up history. 

Derry, New Hampshire, Thanksgiving Eve, late… 

Tom, Larry, Darla, Trey, and Romona sat around Larry’s kitchen table, enjoying drinks and conversation. Everyone had been anxious to probe into Tom’s progress with the schools. His answers, while entertaining, didn’t necessarily inspire confidence, at least not in his own self-critical mind. 

Trey kept the process in motion: ‘Sounds like you’re learning a lot, Dad. Do you think you like teaching at that, at those levels?’ 

Tom had been thinking the same thing lately. He was learning, though not everything he learned made him happy. Things were bad, terminally-bad even, but he still wanted to help. The question was, did anyone else want help? He had a strange feeling that, just as his predictions and assessments were ignored before 9/11, so now they would be dismissed by the academy. ‘The Curse of Cassandra,’ he said. 

‘The curse of who, now?’ Romona inquired. 

Tom explained, ‘Cassandra was the Priestess of Apollo at Troy. A foresight was on her but she was cursed. No matter how many times she was right about things, no one ever took her seriously. It ended up costing Troy the war. That’s how I feel sometimes in this new profession.’ 

‘Is that the soldier in you? Do you see it as a war?’ Larry wanted to know, though he suspected he already knew the answer. 

He did, Tom confirmed: ‘It’s the Marine and the scientist and the moralist in me, yes. And, this most certainly is a war. Not just for the minds of the children, but for the soul of the Nation, of the West itself. We’re losing.’ 

… [Continued in print]

~~~

The rest of the story will be available very soon from Shotwell, Amazon, and wherever better novels are sold.

© Green Altar Books, an imprint of Shotwell Publishing / Perrin Lovett

 

A Few Changes

06 Monday Mar 2023

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One may have noticed the Revised cover of THE SUBSTITUTE over on the left.

Books compared, new to old:

A link should be active soon – hopefully by the end of this week or shortly thereafter. More on that in a few days.

I finally changed my personal photograph!

This younger fella was pleasant enough, what, 12 years ago?

However, this older, gruffer, greyer man is more today.

The years have been kind?

 

 

COLUMN: An Interview With Dr. Thomas H. Ironsides, II, Ph.D.

01 Wednesday Mar 2023

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An Interview With Dr. Thomas H. Ironsides, II, Ph.D.

 

*Author-Interviewer’s Note: For an exciting change this week, I drove up to North Carolina for a sit down with America’s foremost authority on geostrategic issues and Roman comparative analysis. In scenic Cherokee, over a late breakfast at Peter’s Pancakes and Waffles, I piqued the mind of the man who has seen and done it all.

Thomas Ironsides, “Tom” as he’s known to friends, is a classics professor at Saint Thomas of Aquino College in Blowing Rock, NC. There, he is also Head of the American Classical Education Center (aka, the “Ironsides Center”), a trivium homeschool supportive research initiative. Fluent in five languages, and moderately proficient in several others, he holds a Ph.D. in classics from Harvard and three Master’s degrees in classics, philosophy, and international affairs (the University of Virginia and Georgetown University). Over the past decade, he has held teaching or lecturing positions at Harvard, the American University of Paris, Matej Bel University in Slovakia, and one low-end, suburban US public “school” system. Before his academic career, he retired from a joint career, “sheep-dipped”, as he calls it, in the USMC, where he rose to the rank of Colonel, and the CIA, where he served as a Paramilitary Operations Officer and, ultimately, Acting Deputy Director of the National Clandestine Service, Special Activities Division, primarily in charge of the Special Operations Group. He resides in Blowing Rock with his wife, semi-retired television actress Carmyn Larke. He reminds one and all he scored that game-winning touchdown for UVA, nigh on forty years ago.

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Perrin Lovett: Tom, it’s good to see you again. How have you been?

Tom Ironsides: Great. Exactly how I wanted to spend a work morning. And aren’t you forgetting to plug the book?

PL: Um— I’ll get to that at the end.

Tom Ironsides: Fair enough. What are we discussing today?

PL: In honor of your career, or careers, I thought we might begin with world affairs, and then work our way towards education. Some analysts, myself included, consider the third world war already in progress. Is that your characterization? And, if so, please give my audience your brief thoughts on the current front or fronts, along with any fronts you expect to open in the reasonably near future.

Tom Ironsides: Yes, absolutely, this is World War Three. Even the intelligent players and close observers, intelligent meaning those outside the United States, openly admit the global nature of the ongoing conflict. And it has been in progress for some time. This did not start last year in Ukraine. As for the exact nature of the overall hostility and its starting point in time, that is something for future historians to call. But, overall, it’s a fight between the ruling, foreign elites of the West, as represented by Washington, NATO, and little Zelensky, and the rest of the people of the planet, as popularly championed at this moment, by Russia and China. The preconditions for war have been in place for decades, and it’s very difficult to say, pointless almost when things started to get hot. The real war in Ukraine started no later than 2014 with a US-orchestrated coup. That was the continuation or exacerbation of conditions in effect several years earlier. 

Russian counter-preparations earnestly began in, say, 2007 or 2008, though the Kremlin understood the scope and parameters of the challenges even earlier. The Chinese adopted a strategy they call Unrestricted Warfare possibly as early as 1999. That strategy was largely a growth-allowing, defensive blueprint. Today, as exemplified by the recent Chinese peace proposal for Ukraine, and their evolving dealings with the US and Japan in the Pacific, their artifice is shifting towards, if not an offensive posture, then, at least, towards a more aggressive form of defense. And – this is very important – almost all of the Sino-Russian measures were and are in response to the deception, lies, and murder unleashed by the faux Western neo-Trotskyites in the early 1990s. To say it’s all complicated is an understatement. I caution against paying too much attention to anyone, from any side, who offers a simple or simplistic explanation of these matters. Rather, one might as well view it as a contest between the darkest evil – which, unfortunately, the people of the West are trapped under and suffering because of – and a coalition of Christians, noble pagans or good non-Christians, and others who may as well be defined as anything except evil.

The big, bright theater is, of course, in Ukraine, though it has already widened beyond those, let’s be honest, artificial borders. NATO, to the best of my knowledge, is scheming to engulf Transnistria and possibly Moldova, if they can do so with relative ease and a measure of plausible deniability. They just, a few days ago, openly attacked Belarus. NATO has even attacked its own members – and this is the height of insanity – in Germany and Turkey. The ripples are spreading and intensifying. All of the Western moves, which are as much economic as military, are backfiring in real-time. It’s like whatever forces control Biden and company are playing drunken checkers to Vladimir Putin’s stone-sober chess. Things were bad, and dysfunctional when I was in. Now they keep spiraling further and faster than anything I could have imagined.

At some point, China will formally enter the fray, with, I think, military action, and certainly, by ramping up existing policies, without it. The checker players are watching Taiwan – which will remain or rejoin as part of China, regardless of what the neocons want – though I think there’s a much greater possibility out there. Probably several greater or, at least, concurrent possibilities. North Korea, I believe, has a harder part to play. As does Iran and a few other nations. The crazy thing and the determinative thing is that the nations of the Global South are quietly already realigned with the Russians and Chinese. Sixty-seven percent of the world’s population now lives in territory opposed to the West. That territory produces the bulk of food, fuel, munitions, technology, and, critically, real economic activity. That’s the formula for winning a modern war. 

That was a ramble, off-the-cuff, but I hope it helps.

PL: It does indeed. Thank you. Germany, Turkey, and Belarus. You’re referring to the Nord Stream bombing, the CIA terror attack in Turkey and/or the earthquake, and the new drone attack on the Russian AWACs facility. Is that right? And do you know any names?

Tom Ironsides: Right, all counts, except maybe the earthquake. Yes, I still know several people who literally have fingers on triggers. And, no, the names stay with me. But, the officials, the known-to-the-world actors – they’re all but bragging about Nord Stream. That was a calculated move against Berlin and, really, against the whole Western block of the EU. They get to immediately start shipping in costly LNG while siphoning Continental industrial capacity to North America. I think and I even hope that this will fan the existing flames in Germany, France, etc., and that it hastens the end of NATO and the EU. It’s cold madness and a sign of utter desperation. The big rat caught in the trap is snapping angrily at the mice around her. 

It’s the same thing in Turkey, but quieter. They need to coerce Ankara into staying on the plantation as long as possible for a number of reasons. Trust me that all intel agencies and the goons they report to understand who was behind the terror cell. The earthquake, I’m not so sure about. You’ve probably seen Mr. Weatherman’s video, which I can say is real. It’s real but not 100% proof positive for me. The HAARPers and DARPA nuts have been working on directed radar weapons for decades. They have them. They are operational. I’m just not sure – because I just don’t know – if they’re that capable. If they are, then nothing would surprise me. Neither would weather balloons, fake aliens, weaponized railroads in Ohio, wastewater in Texas, chemtrails, artificially-induced polar fronts, and the rest of it. 

PL: All this from the people who brought us the one-two of Covid and the not-vaccine.

Tom Ironsides: Exactly. That was another example, possibly the worst in recorded history, of the wicked degenerates carefully targeting certain populations while simultaneously attacking the entire human race. Any rumor one ever hears about the depths of depravity in DC or London is probably true and probably only half the picture. I spent twenty-eight years helping them with one underhanded scheme after another. For that, I’ll be in Purgatory until the Sun burns out. Nothing is beyond these people. Nothing. Unspeakably evil. 

You mentioned the A-50 outside of Minsk. They keep stupidly throwing out the two words “game changer,” but that incident might be the real deal. They can’t keep their plots and nexus straight. I saw one blurb on a Greek military site, and then nothing substantial as of this morning. They may have some concocted nonsense cover about Belarusian dissents or some other lie. It’s like the bridge bombing, the drone strikes, blowing up that sweet girl – it’s all terrorism. That’s the fake West’s main weapon now, and they’re wildly thrashing about, slinging terror tactics without even aiming. It boils down to tactical minutiae that don’t even matter. Minsk? Aside from the angles, whatever they really are, between Kiev, Poland, and Belarus, that attack offers two new possibilities for conflict growth. One, third-party bases, say in Poland, Germany, or even in the US, are now fair targets. Two, NATO is running constant AWAC and drone flights for Zelensky. All of those planes are now possible targets. As is the entire US-NATO satellite ISR complex. Every bit of it is within the range and capability of about six different Russian platforms. In addition to being evil, these are some of the dumbest people alive. To top it off, they live and breathe in a perpetual state of arrogance. Damn them!

PL: Is this all evidence of a failure at NATO’s strategic planning level?

Tom Ironsides: No. Far from it. It’s proof of its success. We – and I hate to lump you and me into we – don’t have any national or global strategic plans. We haven’t since 1945. And, really, outside of naval operations, the US has never had the best comprehensive continental abilities or understanding. Russia and China have centuries of experience with combined arms, full Clausewitzian warfare. China, for the last seventy years, hasn’t had the operational experience in modern conflict, but Russia has. It’s their specialty, and they usually win. Both countries have been planning their moves all century. We’re just now starting to see the beginnings of implementation. Chess, as played by grandmasters.

Our side plays, again, drunken checkers. My former employers loosely devised a permanent tactical or expeditionary approach to war which was primarily designed to suppress insurgencies among essentially unarmed populations. And generate chaos among them. Kill people, stir up hatred, generate refugees, and make money for bankers. We have never, in living memory, at least, faced a peer or peer-plus adversary in a real war. That’s why NATO is getting its ass kicked over Ukraine even without officially participating. And our non-strategy didn’t even work against the poor and the helpless. Go ask the Taliban! Hide and wait and the big idiots will tire out and leave. It is my theory that winning was never the objective. I think the rulers wanted to use America and NATO as a hammer to strike as much chaos into as many places as possible, all while burning out America and Western countries. As the dumbass chimp once said, “Mission accomplished.”

PL: Well, they are interesting times. We can move along a bit. Who wins this thing before we shift gears?

Tom Ironsides: The other side. The free world. It’s a mathematical certainty. Western countries would have a world of self-inflicted problems even if Russia and China didn’t exist. As-is, in America, the new global war is coinciding with the ongoing and permanent collapse of the economy and a civil conflict that should finish off whatever’s left of the old USA.

PL: Speaking of ‘Murica! Do you have any ideas about the 2024 presidential election? And, at this point, is there anything or anyone that could save some vestige of the good, old United States?

Tom Ironsides: No, and no. I’m not even sure there’s going to be an election. And if there is, who cares? We know it will be rigged. And regardless of how it turns out, or even if it does or doesn’t, nothing will or can change. The deep state, the elites, don’t need a president anymore. They don’t need any of the politicians or any open facade of government. All we have is the deep, dark state now. It itself is crumbling. Instead of caring one wit about any D or R, Americans should just get on with their lives. And try to position themselves so they can emerge from the fires and rebuild. 

As for a savior, we simply don’t have one. If we did, then his time would have already come and gone. For whatever reason, lately, I’ve been thinking about Majorian. I’ve been trying to play-pretend him into life as a would-be final-stage US leader.

PL: Emperor Majorian? Of the Roman Empire?

Tom Ironsides: Right. Iulius Valerius Maiorianus, the last real chance the Western Empire had, around 460 AD. The last real emperor. In my estimation, the US, or even a rump state part of it, cries out for just such a leader. Like most plausibly effective reformers or rebels, he was of the aristocracy – though certainly not necessarily synchronized with their self-centered thinking. As you or your readers may know, he and his friend, Ricimer, forced Majorian’s way into power. Then, he did the almost unthinkable. Despite all odds, he started reuniting the previously lost territories. He quickly returned the competing ethnic groups, tribes, and kingdoms to their previous orders and places. At the point of spatha first, with magnanimity thereafter. He gave the people of Italy, Gaul, et cetera, pride in Rome again. Ricimer and the like aside, Majorian started to revive the ancient practice of enforcing Roman policies with actual Roman soldiers. At the same time, he started to positively stamp out corruption and rebuild the economy. He freed up literal tons of gold and silver. And – one can guess his fatal mistake – he started abolishing debt and usury. 

Those later points were a step too far, too fast for the trash inhabiting the Senate and the lending houses. In their short-sighted, self-serving idiocy, they had Ricimer murder the only man capable of extending their prosperity. Barely a generation later, the fools lost it all. Shit. We are Rome! We just didn’t get the Majorian. The best we could do was a braggadocious real estate street barker who didn’t even try to cross the Rubicon when required. I know of no man willing or able to do what would have to be done. My hope is that we have a few of them in the making and that they’ll step in after the Balkanization starts. 

We had a few candidates over the years. My former employer killed JFK for a couple of reasons, including monetary reform. History has seen more than a few good leaders whacked by bad bankers. Lord.

PL: You’re not excited about voting for Nikki Haley, some other foreign woman, or maybe just Ron DeSantis? Come on!

Tom Ironsides: Nimarata needs to be deported. Little Ronny is a war criminal. And both of them solidly if stupidly serve foreign masters. The dupes can believe whatever they want. Me? The last time I voted, I think I had to write in Pat Buchanan. Half a lifetime ago. Pointless.

PL: Any chance you’d ever step in, big guy? … Let the record reflect Dr. Ironsides is pointing at me with his middle fingers. Well. Anyway, let’s see. We’ll try to rapidly advance through a few more topics. You stepped into Parris Island a long time ago. Have you heard about the FBI down at your old stomping grounds?

Tom Ironsides: Forty years ago this summer. I wonder if the mosquitos would still remember me. Ha! But, yes, sadly I have read some reports and I’ve talked to a few people. What a disgrace!

PL: The rumors are true, then?

Tom Ironsides: True and then some. It’s all part of the insane desperation and the desire to set everything on fire. They’re at war with legitimate Catholics, and they’re looking for informants and agitators to serve, what did they call it? To serve “Team America”. Exact same thing with the Corps. Brandon’s blathering aside, they can’t find any real White terrorists, so they’re out to make a few. The hilarious thing is that once the genuine pushback starts, they’ll have no idea what to do about it. Pitiful. I am proud of that kid for telling them to shove it. He’s better out now anyway, regardless of whatever lies they typed on his 214. Part of me, formerly, would have counseled him to sue and demand they explain exactly what fraud he committed when enlisting. They can’t, of course, unless they describe all the crimes they commit, and that they won’t. It doesn’t matter. We should have stripped down all federal LEO and purged everyone above O6 back in the early 1990s. The whole bureaucracy should have been axed. But it’s too late now. Now, it will just fall apart. C’est la vie.

PL: You’ve had a few regrets about the time you spent helping the empire, no?

Tom Ironsides: More than a few. Without becoming a full-time vigilante, I have tried to make some private amends. I had a good multi-hour Confession. And I’ve rededicated my life to help young Americans and young families avoid our past mistakes and rekindle some sense of Christian civilization.

PL: That would get us to education and culture. I had wanted to conclude with education, maybe with that video from the Florida high school. But we’ve run a little long. I had the CDC report. Did you read about the Shigellosis outbreak?

Tom Ironsides: Monkeypox 2.0, yes. Never-ending degeneracy. I am impressed they operate so openly, trusting the blind, stupid people will never catch on. Queers are raping children, and the damned government is concerned about the well-being of the rapists. Let’s move along, please.

PL: Okay. Due to time and word constraints, wanna skip education for now?

Tom Ironsides: Sure. In a word, homeschool.

PL: That’s the word. Okay, how about we just wrap this up with a final question about something you mentioned today? About deception. Is there any reason for any American to trust anything the mainstream media says about the war, or about pretty much anything else?

Tom Ironsides: No. It’s as simple as that. If it’s corporate media or it’s on television, then it’s almost certainly a lie. There are far better sources out there, but most people refuse to utilize them. CNN or Fox is all they know. And I’d say Fox is the absolute worst. Right now they, and everyone else, are repeating this stupid nonsense about the so-called C-19 lab leak. The bug came from several labs – that’s true – but it did not leak. It was intentionally released by the US government. The retarded spin serves two purposes. First, it serves as a non-apology for the whole hoax, charade, and crime of aggression. Just move along, sheep. Second, the liars at Fox, and the other liars, are using it to pivot the gullible public into supporting a war with China. The people, who simply cannot think properly, and who can’t be bothered to ask real questions or do real research, would be much better off simply avoiding the news entirely. 

PL: As Jack said, “They can’t handle the truth?”

Tom Ironsides: That, and many of them hate the truth.

PL: One last semi-related thing? You mentioned rebuilding and rump states. You now live in Dixie. Do you see any signs that Southerners, specifically, are ready to embrace the future?

Tom Ironsides: Yes and no. I’ve always been impressed with the sense of tradition and history found in the OCSA. My dear father-in-law embodies it. Right now, and for an age, they’ve been under attack. They know it. But many don’t appear to understand that the greater world or the condition of the American nation has changed around them. When the O of occupation is finally removed – soon, I think – I’m not sure people are ready to move on. The younger ones, some of them, perhaps. All of them will have to find a way to fit in or separate from the herd. That’s the challenge everyone in North America will be facing in a decade or so. Maybe sooner. There will be a tremendous amount of labor involved in the re-ordering, and people should start planning, loosely, for that right now. While retaining the grand sense of honor and tradition, it’s time to get practical. When the time comes, I have high hopes that all of us will act accordingly. We will have a rare chance to build a new civilization.

PL: That’s as inspiring as it is challenging. Thanks so much for answering my questions today, Tom. As always, it’s been a pleasure.

Tom Ironsides: You’re welcome, and thank you for asking. Now, please get back to work finishing AURELIUS. Make me look good.

~~~

Tom Ironsides is the hero of THE SUBSTITUTE, a novel soon to be re-published by Shotwell. Later this year, he’ll be back in the all-action novella, AURELIUS. 

© Shotwell / Perrin Lovett.

UPDATE: Dr. Ironsides emailed and advised there is a suggestion of fake news regarding the A-50 AWACs plane. https://ria.ru/20230301/vzryvy-1855237809.html. At this point, who knows?

Not A Moment Too Soon

28 Tuesday Feb 2023

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I’m expecting proof copies of the revised edition of THE SUBSTITUTE tomorrow. It appears Tom Ironsides is needed now more than ever as James Bond is being neutered by the usual suspects.

The James Bond novels by acclaimed author Ian Fleming have been censored after Ian Fleming Publications Ltd hired sensitivity readers to review the material and make suggestions to language, especially around racial descriptions of characters.

The Telegraph reports, “The changes to Fleming’s books result in some depictions of black people being reworked or removed” and several instances of Fleming referring to black characters as “n*gger” have been expunged.

At some point, I have to consider some protective mechanism to protect the integrity of my meager literary estate. All authors need to look into that or else we will be written out of history.

Teaser Art

09 Thursday Feb 2023

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My good old Books, Apple, and Gun graphic has been recycled. It moved around a little, but boy, howdy! This is one heck of a … you’ll see soon.

Ironsides Around The Corner

08 Wednesday Feb 2023

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I have unpublished the original THE SUBSTITUTE. At Amazon, it shows as “unavailable” as to new copies. Used copies may be floated at some point by someone. Anyway, I have only to review a proof, and the revised edition will be out ASAP! We’ll be making a big deal about that here. P

Happy Birthday, Tom Ironsides!

02 Monday Jan 2023

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*Dr. Ironsides gets several interesting gifts on this his 58th birthday.

 

The Elder Statesman

~A Tom Ironsides Micro Story by Perrin Lovett~

~~January 2023~~

Ironsides Residence, Blowing Rock, NC, January 2, 2023, early morning…

Strengthening sunlight channeled through the whiffs of steam as they rose continuously from a coffee mug. The vessel, a plate of lately reheated bacon, and a banana sat atop a shorter stack of papers on an otherwise tidy desk. On a large monitor, as if on cue, the feed scroll from gazeta.ru reverted from English to Russian. A thumping sound from the bookcases and an “Aha!” indicated Tom had found whatever he was looking for. Book in hand, he returned to his escritoire about the same time that Carmyn bopped in the office door.

   ‘You’ve received another gift, birthday boy,’ she said as Tom took his seat. ‘Just arrived in the mail.’

   ‘The mail ran today? I thought this was an extended holiday – in my honor, of course,’ he said as he reached for the steaming coffee.

   ‘We forgot to check it Saturday or Friday, darling,’ she said. ‘I just walked out and this is all there was. Nice, big envelope to you from the government.’

   ‘Well!’ he said, his nose amidst the vapors. ‘Maybe the Commandant has an answer for my blue steam about all the new faggotry in the Corps. I’ve been waiting on that before I decide my next move!’

    ‘Ah, no,’ she said. ‘You’d better talk to Birch or Freddy again before you think about that kind of move. And this happens to be from the Census Bureau.’

   ‘I knew it,’ he said slowly as he set the cup down. ‘They’re on us. All these relatives come to visit, and now they think we’re running a flop house! Lemme see that.’

   She handed him the brown envelope and he dissected it with his knife. He poked around the contents before fishing out a little piece of pink paper, which he cautiously read aloud:

OFFICIAL NOTICE

Recipient Preferred Pronouns Unknown

All references to the recipient herein are generic and nominal so as to avoid mis- or dys-gendering said Person and/or Xerson.

Should MXR/MX/YNM Recipient wish to correct any future risk of possible aggression, an updated pronoun addendum is available at www-census—

   ‘Yep. It’s from the government,’ he said before tossing the notice in the trash. It was joined by a little booklet and a smaller return envelope. Soon he only held two pieces of paper, evidently the guts of the missive. He quickly scanned the first page and then asked Carmyn, ‘any idea who Rhonda Witzotsky of Davenport, Iowa is? Or was?’

   ‘No,’ she answered. ‘What’s it say about her? And you?’

   He then began reading aloud again:

THOMAS HUBERT IRONSIDES, 2ND (pronouns unknown):

Based on our records, THOMAS HUBERT IRONSIDES, 2ND was born between 05:01 and 05:21 ES/DST on Saturday, January 2, 1965. We timely congratulate THOMAS HUBERT IRONSIDES, 2ND on THOMAS HUBERT IRONSIDES, 2ND’s 1,558th birthday. [‘genuine government issue, this,’ he huffed].

We are saddened to inform THOMAS HUBEpro unkwn IR2nDOnSIDES, 558 [‘dear God…’] of the recent death of RHONDA M. WITZOTSKY (pronouns unknown : t9639rr) of Davenport, Iowa, 1965 Diffusion Zone 6734, on or about November 1, 2022. We understand that THOMAS hubert IRONSIDES, DN2 may be upset by these passings, as is we. Council grief or refer to Canadian physician. Our condolences extend to all family units of RHONDA M. WITZOTSKY, W, F, 58, Boost-to-date. 

Pursuant to the departure of RHONDA M. WITZOTSKY, and pursuant to our records, and by operation of CFR 15.100, et seq., we hereby inform THOMAS HUBERT IRONSIDES, 2ND that THOMAS HUBERT IRONSIDES, 2ND is now the oldest living member of the United States Baby-Buster Generation “X.”  Please find herewith a certificate to honor the achievement of THOMAS HU—

   He paused a moment before throwing both pieces of paper away. Then he looked at the snickering Carmyn, and said, ‘young lady, you are never to approach that mailbox again. In a few minutes, I’m going to go burn it.’

   She quickly reached into the trash can and retrieved the letter and certificate. ‘Oh, no, baby,’ she said mischievously. ‘No, you’re the one getting burned. This is the best birthday present ever. This is gold! Can you imagine the fun?!’

   ‘I really can’t, madame.’

   ‘This is like, it’s like, I don’t know what it’s like,’ she said, beginning to laugh and cry at the same time. ‘You’re the new Boomer! The kids are gonna have a field day. Okay, Xer! No, no, no. Okay, Buster! Baby buster! Tell us more about your cool music, and your cars, and your g-g-generation! How many guitars DO you have?! You’re the elder statesman of the new Boomer generation. I’m telling all the kids, showing them this impressive certificate. Tell us about grit, old man! Show us your bootstraps! This is too great!

   ‘And what are your pronouns? Are you a MXR? A Mixer? Mixer Xer Buster the 2nd? I’ll tell you dumb youngins’! Back in my time, we didn’t need any pronouns. We worked our way through nouns. Verbs too! Oh! And, how do you identify? We don’t want to aggress you or anything. Trans-vegan pineapple-American? Forget the blue steam and threats to renounce the oath. You could re-up and get promoted! General(!) Mixer Boomer Buster Ironsides, number two!’

   ‘You’re part of the same generation, Adrestia, dear,’ he said even as he began to see a little humor in the situation. ‘Just a few years behind General Boomer here.’

   ‘Sweetie, no’ she said through her tears and gasps. ‘This is all about you. Your birthday and all. And I’m younger X. On the Pinewood visit, last summer, GG, her agent, and that director all told me I could easily pass for thirty. But you know that, don’t you? You Boom, er, Boomers(!), you Busters know it all, right?’

   For longer than he liked, Tom endured joke upon joke, deployed from a deft wit by a savage tongue. His view of the humor rose and fell again. Finally, he did what he usually had to do in such circumstances: he simply picked the cackling, glowing faux Millennial up, pressed her against the wall, and drowned her gleeful taunts in a torrent of passionate kisses and a lusty embrace. 

   As they began to relax, she released his lower lip from her teeth and stared at him breathlessly. As one fit quelled within her, another arose. Easing out of his arms, she took his hand. ‘Come on! I got ya another present in the bedroom.’ She was already pulling him towards the door.

   ‘I think I’m gonna like this one!’ he exclaimed, beaming boyishly.

   ‘Oh, you’re so gonna like it,’ she said, already halfway down the hall. ‘Xer, it’s time to go. I got you a new pillow!’

Merry Christmas

25 Sunday Dec 2022

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And a happy short story.

Cheers.

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