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PERRIN LOVETT

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COLUMN: Banking on the Future: A Loosely Proposed Economic and Monetary Policy (for Dixie)

15 Wednesday Mar 2023

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Banking on the Future: A Loosely Proposed Economic and Monetary Policy (for Dixie)

 

*This week, there will be two columns! Tune in a little later here, and a little later still at Reckonin’, for my review of Reclaiming The Catholic Church, a book every Christian should read.

Weather balloon mania aside, everyone was getting so excited about the 2024 election. Then, cruelly if predictably, the banks began to melt down. How many have we lost as of today? I, honestly, can’t keep track. 

There’s no point in tracking the collapse, even as everyone saw it coming or should have seen it coming. The esteemed Giuseppe Filotto just confessed that he jumped the gun on our current predicament 30 years too early. He’s to be forgiven because it is better to be ahead of these things than behind them, and he essentially made the same miscalculation Harry Figgie Jr. made in his 1992 book, Bankruptcy 1995. That book is still worth reading, by the way. The reason they, I, and almost everyone else got the timing wrong is multifaceted. First, we are decent, normal people, the opposite of the rank evil that rules the USSA, the West, and our dying financial institutions. Their dark ways are outside of our immediate reckoning, and it is difficult for anyone caught in the moment to accurately assess any complex moving disaster. Second, the scope and magnitude of this calamity are almost beyond comprehension. Using Figgie’s title as a guide, the USSA, which is and has been technically bankrupt, keeps functioning (poorly) because of its unique standing. It is all at once the debtor, the creditor, the bankruptcy judge, and the trustee. It also employs legions of full-time liars and obfuscators and a literal army of armed goons to force allegiance when lies fall short. There are other reasons.

This rolling dark age has been a long time in the making. It was born, in darkness, in 1913, of a labor long devised. It methodically grew, genuinely intensifying in 1944. Between 1971 and 1973, it launched on afterburners. The jets are still roaring, but the trajectory is now terminally locked onto the unforgiving terra firma. A loud boom and a large crater are in order. 

What the idiots in the financial press and the heathens in DC are babbling about this week is, I think, the continuation of the Great Recession of 2008. That little hiccup never ended. Instead, it was papered over and buried beneath a heap of fake debt “money”. The rather substantial flareup in the fall of 2019 was tamped down by the copious shoveling of more fake debt money through the Fed’s magic “repo” window. Perhaps a large majority of the fake debt money ginned up from all the “stimulus” programs of C19 Great Hoax and War Crime fame went into the same unfillable chasm. We may never know how many tens of trillions of fake debt-based dollars were gifted to the foreign banking elites. And yet the banks are still failing.

Whatever evil spells the Fed and the yankee government cast may extend this horrible process for a little while longer. But we have passed the point of no return. We’re now living in the final phases of mass financialization – the phases where everything, having lost real value, burns down. Thus, just as there is no longer any valid reason to follow practical ‘Murican politics, there is no reason to seriously follow the official ‘Murican or Werewestern economic policies or news. Really. There is no point in doing so going forward. You’re going to suffer regardless. Your future survival depends on you and your close community infinitely more than it does CNBC’s constant wisdom to “buy”. 

Accordingly, and considering World War Three and the looming Balkanization of the USSA, it makes no sense to offer any substantive corrective advice as to the present devolving order. What I’d like to do herein is offer a few broad-brush points for Southerners to consider during and after the breaking of the current political and societal order. These might also be useful to any other group(s) who want to rebuild and move on. Though a realist, I am a loyalist to my Southland. Ergo, one may imagine what this loose plan would look like if implemented in a reconstituted CSA, or in some part(s) thereof. I have three points and then some suggested assignments.

One. Abolish All Debt.

All of it. Now is not the time to quibble. Whatever indebtedness, of any kind, may be found within the borders of the subject remnant area must be nullified, canceled, revoked, and utterly destroyed as if it had never existed (because in tangible terms, it never did). Clean slate. Jubilee. Collateral lost. Title to the occupier. Read Hudson, Graeber, et al. Shut up and do it. 

In the future, usury must be completely outlawed. Make charging any rate or amount of interest a capital felony. Better yet, regard it as an act of combative hostility against the new state and against the people, punishable by summary military execution. Following Point Three, below, should cause would-be Shylocks a pause for many years or generations.

Two. Return To Real Money.

As I have mentioned before, as it is traditionally and legally defined, there is statistically zero money left in the USSA’s economy. This grand larceny was intentional and the effects have been horrific. It drove almost all real value from the people to the wicked foreign elites. In these last days of the empire, the situation is irreversible. However, in the future, the damages can be and must be mitigated.

Gold. Silver. Iron. Some physical, quantifiable thing or things. Take stock of them, whatever they are, and base a currency on them. Let this be an exclusively public function under the control of the most capable men in the new state. Immediately kill anyone who suggests privatizing any part of the monetary system or in any way compromising it. 

All of the traditional theories of monetary anything have failed or proven fraudulent or, at best, fantastic. Look instead to both the ancient traditions that worked for millennia and the newer approaches that are working today. Russia and China offer two different, though linked, and functioning systems of money creation, valuation, and trade that differ in multiple ways from the failed, dead dollar. The revived Yuan and Ruble are 1) not governed by evil foreigners, 2) based on reality, 3) derived from measurable standards, and/or 4) designed to function like a public utility, allowing free productive economic activity while limiting the ability of hostile outsiders to pillage actual national value and resources, and limiting the crushing effects of debt-slavery, and 5) connected in a way that enables mutually-beneficial cross-borders trade, within and without the two primary countries.

Part of deciding what to use as the basis for the new currency is a byproduct of one or more of the following assignments below.

Three. Execute The Evil-Doers.

After, or even during the coming re-ordering, wherever they may be found within the territory of the new state, all those strategically responsible for the current demise must be arrested, speedily tried, and when convicted, executed. These walking demons deserve to be slain with long, slow torture. However, simple hangings, beheadings, or stake burnings may suffice. Their ranks include political rodents, central banksters, senior commercial banksters, senior bureaucrats, neo-rentier class looters of multiple kinds, media and academic enablers, and associated trash. Many will flee or try to; they may be hunted down later. Some few may, for a number of reasons, be spared ultimate justice, but wiping them out, to the greatest extent possible, is what they have earned and the safest course of societal action. Who, having watched his children eaten alive, would lie down and sleep next to a hungry, malevolent crocodile? (Boomers alone, one presumes).

There is much more. These are the barest starting points. And they only deal with rectifying money problems. They will, to some degree of scope and success, be undertaken by someone, somewhere. And when they are, capital and a large share of the productive population will naturally transfer or attempt to migrate to the areas that re-conform with reality first.

I will now touch on just a few of the many production-based ideas that will be necessary for the rebuilding of a functional modern society. We’ll again assume this pertains to the original CSA or some part(s) of it. Here, I request volunteers. I’d like for some of our younger academicians to research the following briefly inventoried matters. This could mean any level of a college student or merely some sixteen-year-olds with internet access. The kinds of young men who do end up studying these issues are the kinds of young men who will potentially make good future leaders or advisors. At any rate, someone needs to, within the confines of whatever we mean by our new state, reasonably estimate and map out:

Coal deposits or reserves, extraction and transportation abilities, processing, consumption, product (power) transmission, and byproduct or waste remediation – in other words, coal total “potential”;

Oil potential;

Natural gas potential;

Uranium potential;

Ground and surface water potential (for multiple purposes);

Iron, steel, aluminum, and other industrial metallics potential;

“Precious” metals and materials potential;

Rare Earth element potential;

Concrete potential

Timber potential;

Agricultural potential;

Industrial manufacturing potential (of all kinds) (we have far more of this, despite 30 years of looting, than we did in the cherished year of 1859!);

Total modern military capacity, potential, and need. Here, I’m thinking production, though combined-arms understanding and usage is equal importance;

Comprehensive demographic assessment, including labor force estimation and predictability. This should include the future necessity of trans-national resettlements, intra-national resettlements, and disposition of “problem” groups;

Total transportation availability, potential, and need;

The rebirth of higher education, matriculated exclusively via meritocracy, based on actual learning, and geared toward both the retention and expansion of general knowledge and wisdom, and to the rebuilding and growth of a post-post-modern, resource-based economy;

Assessment of required modern materials not found in appreciable quantities within the new area(s);

Potential international relations, allowing economic and cooperative integration with the Sovereign Nations while relentlessly protecting national character, composition, integrity, and interests.

There’s more, but that’s enough for now. A summary representation of what I envision might look, in a cursory format, like this: 

“There are substantial coal deposits in X, Y, and Z counties in Kentucky and West Virginia with an estimated total potential yield of X00,000,000 raw tons. The total current daily production capacity is limited to X0,000 tons. There are actionable power plants in Alabama, Georgia, and North Carolina, which, combined, require X0,000 tons per day. One of the plants needs a major filtration and slag disposal upgrade to halt current pollution levels in the air and surrounding groundwater supplies. The high-voltage transmission lines from those plants to the nominal distribution areas are sufficient, given current demand and reasonably expected near-mid-future demand. However, the six available rail lines from X, Y, and Z coal counties to the subject power plants all require moderate repairs or modifications. Needed heavy mining and rail construction equipment not available in the current domestic geographic area is commercially produced in Germany, India, China, and South Korea. Given current competition and wage losses, there is a minor deficit of available labor for these coal projects; however, overall there is a sufficient or even a surplus level of total manpower. We can and will do this! Here’s a little mathematical modeling and a white paper demonstrating how we do it!”

I thank you in advance, kids. You’re the best! Ignore the political and financial pornography on the liars’ screens, and focus on your happy, valuable future.

All, don’t neglect to read my soon-to-follow review of Mr. Filotto’s epic work of genuinely Christian apologetics, Reclaiming The Catholic Church.

And, everyone, please get over to Amazon or Shotwell and order as many copies of THE SUBSTITUTE as you may reasonably afford. Given the growing uncertainty, I suggest this is much saner investment advice than leaving your funds in any compromised bank.

Deo vindice!

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.

Walking Out, Fighting Back

09 Thursday Mar 2023

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Watch as one young man puts the petty tyrants of a USian “school” board in their wicked place.

 

He is much better off away from the anti-White, anti-Christian evil of the “schools”. And his is another story that reinforces the importance of a certain novel which will once again be available very soon. That novel, I would hate to think of as dated, but it was written based on the available and observable narrative prior to 2020. Things have steadily worsened since then. Homeschool.

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]

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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?

 

 

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

Western Education: Full Blown Satanism

01 Tuesday Nov 2022

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Andrei Martyanov gets it about the “schools,” in addition to much else.

What is being done with Western education is beyond description–it totally degenerated into a full blown satanism.

Such was the call of Tom Ironsides in THE SUBSTITUTE, which has been revised and improved, and shall be re-released in the Christmas-New Years timeframe from Shotwell:

Towards the end of class, a boy asked Tom a simple and direct question: ‘Why are our schools so bad?’ …

He looked the boy in the eye and without hesitation said, ‘Because they’re run by feminists, queers, and communists.’ … Later, he almost kicked himself: ‘“Feminists, queers, and globalists” would have been more accurate. Or, just “satanists…”’ He let it go.

Tom “let it go,” momentarily due to exhaustion in the heat of battle. Our problem is that we have let it go on far too long.

COLUMN: Fiction for Factions

05 Tuesday Jul 2022

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Fiction for Factions

 

*A day early! And this almost ran yesterday. 

Well, hello. Happy Independence Week to one of the least independent populations in the world! I had thought to write something else about the unfolding collapse and the coming, necessary fun. Again. For about the fifty-seventh time. What can I say? Prepare for battle? And, by that I, of course, mean prepare to vote and so forth.

Who has time for all that? Not me, not this week. Instead, I have something much better! Breathing new life into THE SUBSTITUTE, I thought to give you a glimpse of an outtake from the original 2019 cobbling. It’s the side story of how Tom bought the Dodge Demon, originally planned as either a stand-alone or as the opening of chapter three. It failed to make the cut, but it still warrants a little interest. So, here she is! Enjoy.

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“Southbound and Down”

Charlotte, North Carolina, June 13, 2018, mid-day…

‘You don’t want to trade that Rover? We’d love to make you an offer on it, my friend! Those things sell here. Based on looking at it, we could probably do Blue Book plus.’ Another overly-friendly man wearing a tie and a wide, cheap grin had appeared at the cubicle doorway. Tom began to answer (again), ‘oh, no. I need something to tow the—’

   ‘Not a problem, my man,’ Mr. Whoever cut in; ‘I had to come ask.’ He extended his hand, the smile a little more genuine now, saying, ‘my name is David Fierce. I’m the sales manager here at Hamrick CDJR. I had to drop by and say hello. Is Ms. Francinia treating you right?’ He almost seemed like a nice guy at that point.

   ‘She’s doing a heck of a job, Mr. Fierce,’ Tom said as he, for a second, shifted into his version of cheap salesman’s mode: ‘She was just telling me about the, everything is 50% off sale, today only. I’d have never known. Really nice of you guys.’

   Fierce was a veteran of the car business, knowing a joke (and a real non-nonsense buyer) when he heard or saw one. ‘Shhh! Mr. Hamrick will fire me if he finds out.’

   Tom and Francinia laughed it off as the manager continued, ‘I just wanted you to know how much we appreciate your business, sir. Mr. Ironsides, is it?’

   ‘It is.’

   ‘Thank you, again, sir. It’s not everyday we sell a Demon. That is some car, huh?!’

   ‘I’ll think she’ll do, until I can find something fast,’ Tom joked.

   ‘Hey! Dodge’s brochure literally says the thing is too damn fast!’ Fierce said. ‘Maybe you can trade it in on an F-18!’ He turned to go but looked back in, adding, ‘and, do let us know if you consider selling the Rover.’

   ‘Will do,’ answered Tom.

   Fierce stopped again. ‘Couldn’t help but notice your hat inside the windshield. Semper fi, brother!’

   ‘Oorah!’ Tom concluded Fierce was all-right and the real deal.

   He’d left New England that Monday on his trek south. This deal was something he’d actually worked out on the phone days earlier, on his other trip back from the Yukon. As he rolled down I-81, the extremely attractive Ms. Francinia Santarosa, his personal buying assistant and product specialist, had called several times to assure him about options, make sure he as coming, and to tell him that a Mr. Kreight had approved his wire transfer payment ability, but he still recommended Chrysler financing. Tom said he’d think about that last part.

   He also had to think about getting his new muscle car down to New Augusta. In Concord, he’d rented a U-Haul car carrier. Hamrick had a padded professional transport cover rushed in after he declined their offer to specially ship the car to his new home.

   When he arrived, an older salesman had rushed out to meet him, becoming slightly dejected when he asked for Francinia by name. He had gotten a slight rush when she first appeared, twenty-eightish, long dark hair, perfect Latin skin, and almost a better build than the Demon. Powerful and fun as Dodge’s supercar was, during the test drive he’d had trouble taking his focus off of her. Now, they sat together, making small talk, and waiting on Mr. Kreight, Tom’s finance manager, to finish whatever it was he was doing. 

   ‘Do you get a commission off of financing?’ Tom was direct. ‘I want you to make money off me.’

   ‘We do. Off of the back end. The finance office. Yes,’ she answered directly.

   ‘Then, I’ll think about it. He said I could pay off the loan as soon as the paperwork came in.’

   ‘Don’t worry about me, Tom,’ she said with a smile. ‘I do alright. Top sales four months in a row.’

   I can believe that! he thought. He imagined that her looks and charm (and considerable car knowledge) made a big difference. He was more direct: ‘Do you ever date customers?’

   ‘I’m open to the idea,’ she said as she batted her eyes.

   ‘Okay. Good. I’ve got a few days. Now, I don’t usually date older women, but I might make an exception for you. [The cheap line worked before…] What time do you get off today?’

   ‘I’m at double my weekly quota already. They’ll let me leave anytime I want. Let me go change and I’ll be yours at—’

   ‘You’re perfect, right now. Already too good for this old man,’ he said.

   ‘Ha! Okay. Four work? I could drop by your hotel.’

   ‘That’ll be perfect!’ Tom thought for a second. ‘Where’s a nice hotel around here?’

   ‘Come back here at four,’ she said. ‘I’ll lead you.’

   ‘I’ll be happy to follow…’

   Mr. Kreight interrupted the match-making. ‘Ookay, Mr. Ir, uh, Ironsides. I’ve got everything set up. Here’s your license back. Oh, and I made you a paper copy of what USAA emailed me. New card. If you’ll come with me. This shouldn’t take too long.’

   Kreight was actually efficient. First he rattled off the car information from a brochure or dealer sheet:

    • 2019 Challenger SRT Demon
    • Pitch Black (Tom had wanted Maximum Steel but this color was satisfactory)
    • Leather interior
    • No backseat
    • 840 HP! (running racing fuel)
    • 203 MPH top speed

   There was the matter of titling in South Carolina versus New Hampshire. Neither state, Tom learned, had a percentage sales tax on car purchases. Because he technically had an address in Derry, and as he technically did not own a home in New Augusta, just yet, they opted for the Granite State’s paperwork. As optioned and with Tom’s cover, the price came to $95,745. To this, Tom agreed. In the end, he paid cash. Not having any debts was great for him, but not so great for his credit score (that he never cared about) nor for Chrysler financing (which he really didn’t care about). To make it up to Kreight and Francinia, and to boost any future effort to offload a collector’s item, he bought a transferable protection and service plan. Kreight insisted on working in a discount on something, which rounded down the overall cost; as such, his bank transfer was for exactly $99,999, out the door. When he approved the wire, he thought: Hey! You’re first new car, ever. A hundred grand car! Holy moly!

   Francinia met him with his new car cover and an extra-large, tall Hamrick’s Racing polo shirt, compliments of the house. After she made sure he was comfortable in the new driver’s seat, and after Mr. Fierce thanked him several more times and pleaded for a good buyer’s survey, they had a surprise for him. Fierce, without knowing more details, understood that Tom was spending the night somewhere. Tom gratefully accepted the kind offer for help trailering the race car and being allowed to store the rig overnight in an enclosed, secure bay in the back of the shop. Fierce also reminded him about the Rover. Tom made him a deal of sorts: Hamrick Auto Group also sold Chevy’s. Fierce agreed to get in touch with that sales manager and to keep an eye out for the new 2019 Corvette, rumored to have 1,000 HP – and some structural issues that stalled availability. That was a trade Tom would consider.

   Back to the Rover, and the rest of the day, Francinia thought it was a nice old truck, faint cigar smoke smell and all. He’d followed her home at four. Ms. Santarosa did very well for herself, having just purchased a new house in a fashionable neighborhood off I-85, north of town. After several hours of fun there, they went out for dinner. He never did find a nice hotel that night.

   …

***

If one was really keeping score, then Francinia was at least Tom’s number three by chapter three. He, of course, has or had his ways. If you’ve not read the novel, then wait; the revised edition, so much better, is coming soon. I’ll tell you all about it when it happens. -P

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