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Transform Anger into Understanding: The Art of Letter Writing

I am the king… of Shit Head Letters—a title I wear with a mix of humor and humility. Allow me to explain.

Much like my latest project Stupid Shit, due to release soon, there’s a catharsis in writing these letters. When the world feels upside down, and someone you care about has poisoned the well with their grievances—whether over something significant or trivial—it’s easy to let emotions take over. But I’ve learned that going to bed angry or upset only deepens the chaos. Much like the butterfly effect, our words and actions ripple outward, shaping the world around us. So, what do I do with these letters?
I write them. I pour every ounce of frustration, every unspoken word, onto the page. But here’s the key: I don’t send them. Instead, I let them marinate. Over time, those raw, emotional drafts are massaged into something kinder, gentler, and more reasoned. They become a reflection of understanding rather than anger.

Why Not Lash Out?

It’s tempting, isn’t it? To tell the world how ignorant someone is because they don’t agree with you. But before I do, I ask myself:
“What if I’m wrong?”
What if my feelings are based on someone else’s misguided messaging? What if I’m reacting to a misunderstanding rather than the truth?I remind myself of this:

Words are powerful. Use them to build bridges, not walls.

The Power of Words

In a world where opinions often clash, it’s easy to let emotions drive our responses. But hateful rhetoric doesn’t solve problems—it creates them. When we attack others out of anger, we risk escalating tensions and deepening divides. Hate speech, whether online or in person, has been linked to real-world harm, including violence and discrimination. Is that the legacy we want to leave behind?Hate doesn’t just hurt the target—it hurts you, too. Studies show that hateful content can lead to psychological distress for both the sender and the receiver. It damages relationships, reputations, and mental well-being.

Pause Before You Post

Before you hit “send” or “post,” take a moment to reflect:

Is this constructive or destructive?
Am I speaking from a place of understanding or anger?
Will this help solve the issue or make it worse?

Let’s Be the Change

Instead of spreading hate, let’s share ideas, listen to others, and build a community where everyone feels valued. The world doesn’t need more division—it needs more compassion. If you’re angry, write it out. Pound the keyboard until there’s nothing left but exhaustion. But don’t send it. Let it sit. Let it breathe. Until you can address the issue without emotions clouding your judgment, leave it alone.

I believe we can find common ground with anyone. Even if it’s as simple as agreeing on the color of the sky, there’s always a place to start. Let’s agree to disagree when necessary, but let’s also strive to find common ground where we can.

Much love,
A fellow human navigating this messy, beautiful world.

Epstein didn’t kill himself, and WTF DAN and KASH?

You don’t have to be a rocket scientist to figure out who visited Little St. James. (Epstein’s Island).

Holy shit, Dan and Kash, never, ever play poker. Seriously, watching that interview was like watching two toddlers try to hide a cookie jar raid — except instead of crumbs, they left a trail of neon signs screaming, “I don’t know how to lie, please don’t notice!”

There’s this magical thing called “poker tells” — involuntary body language, verbal slips, or just plain dumbass behavior that gives away what you’re holding. And you two? You might as well have had giant thought bubbles flashing above your heads: “I’m clueless, please don’t call my bluff.”

If poker were a game of poker tells, you’d be the easiest reads in history. You didn’t just give away your hand; you handed it over with a bow and a damn slideshow. Next time, maybe try not looking like you’re auditioning for “How to Suck at Poker for Dummies.”

In poker, self-awareness is key — knowing when you’re sweating bullets or suddenly chatty can be the difference between winning and getting cleaned out. But you guys? You were broadcasting your cluelessness like it was a damn parade.

Now, Comey is such an artist when it comes to lying. If you compare the two as current and ex-heads of the FBI, you should be scared. While Dan and Kash were basically flashing their goddamn cards like neon signs screaming, “Hey, I’m a lying idiot!” James Comey was sitting there with a poker face so solid it could’ve been carved from the frozen tears of a thousand disappointed FBI agents.

Seriously, this guy’s poker face was so tight that David Bach — a professional poker player who makes a living spotting liars and bullshitters — vouched for Comey’s Senate testimony. Bach said Comey was telling the truth, which means Comey’s poker face wasn’t just good, it was “I’m about to win the fucking World Series of Poker” good. The dude was unreadable, like a goddamn sphinx wrapped in a riddle, wrapped in a poker chip.

Meanwhile, Dan and Kash? They were the human equivalent of a flashing “I’m lying” billboard. You could see their “tells” from space. If poker was about broadcasting your bullshit, they’d be champions. But Comey? Calm, cool, collected — the kind of player who keeps their cards so close to their chest you’d need a crowbar and a warrant just to get a peek.

There is a there there, and Trump’s Boys, they are too honest to run the FBI.

Isnt that a sad statement? “They are too honest to run the FBI.”

If you look at the history of the FBI and think of Hoover…He and Comey could be twins. Yes, Comey, take that as a compliment.

Jeffrey Epstein’s Little Shitshow Island: Who the Hell Flew There and Why?

So, do I believe Epstein strangled himself? Honestly, the official story is riddled with so many screw-ups, suspicious circumstances, and missing evidence that it’s hard not to be skeptical. The combination of malfunctioning cameras, sleeping guards, broken protocols, and Epstein’s connections to powerful people makes the “suicide” explanation feel like the least believable part of this whole mess.

In short: The official line says suicide, but the whole situation smells like a perfect storm of incompetence, cover-ups, and maybe something darker. Whether Epstein was murdered or managed to kill himself in a jail cell with all those screw-ups is still a question that probably won’t get a satisfying answer anytime soon. And that’s why the meme lives on — because sometimes, the truth is just too stupid or too fucked up to swallow without a healthy dose of skepticism and sarcasm.

So, Jeffrey Epstein had this private island called Little St. James. Sounds cute, right? Except it became the VIP hotspot for the kind of wild parties that make your average frat house look like a church picnic. We’re talking alleged sexual abuse of minors, drugs, and a guest list that reads like a “Who’s Who of People Who Should’ve Known Better (or Maybe Just Didn’t Give a Flying F***).” While the full sordid details are still wrapped tighter than a Kardashian’s Instagram DMs, flight logs, court docs, and investigative journalism have peeled back the curtain on who was hopping on Epstein’s personal jet to this debauchery Disneyland.

Who the Hell Was Flying on Epstein’s Creepy Jet?

1. The Usual Suspects: Rich, Famous, and Probably Morally Bankrupt

Flight logs and leaked phone data tracked nearly 200 devices back to fancy-ass neighborhoods and luxury mansions across the US and beyond. Think gated communities in Florida and Michigan, Martha’s Vineyard (because why not?), Nantucket, and even spots near Trump Tower. Basically, if you’ve got a yacht bigger than your ego, you were probably on the list.

These weren’t your average Joes. Nope, business tycoons, politicians, celebrities, and socialites who probably thought their money was a Get Out of Jail Free card for anything shady.

2. The “Oh, Really?” Celebrity and Political Edition

Bill Clinton: Flew on Epstein’s planes at least 17 times in the early 2000s. Sometimes with Secret Service, sometimes without. Clinton swears he didn’t know about the crimes and claims he never set foot on the island. Court docs and accuser testimony? Not so sure about that. But hey, who’s counting? He is still trying to figure out what the definition of IS is.

Donald Trump: Took a few joyrides on Epstein’s jet in the ’90s, sometimes with family. No official accusations of wrongdoing, but he was definitely in Epstein’s Palm Beach social circle and partied with him. Because nothing says “class” like rubbing elbows with a convicted sex offender.

Prince Andrew: The Duke of York, who apparently thought “bad decisions” was his middle name. Accused in court documents of sexual misconduct involving a minor trafficked by Epstein. Denies everything, but his name pops up in flight logs and island guest lists like an unwanted party crasher.

Celebrities: Naomi Campbell, Kevin Spacey, Chris Tucker — all took flights on Epstein’s jet. They all deny knowing anything about the creepy shit going down. Sure, Jan.

3. Epstein’s Inner Circle: The Real MVPs of This Clusterfuck

Ghislaine Maxwell: Epstein’s partner-in-crime, convicted sex trafficker, and frequent island resident. Basically the ringleader who made sure the whole nightmare ran smoothly.

Business Bigwigs: Billionaires like Les Wexner were close to Epstein. Some visited the island, some didn’t. All have since perfected the art of “I don’t know anything” face.

Why the Hell Would Anyone Participate in This?

1. Because Secrecy and Money Make You Feel Invincible

The island was remote, Epstein was loaded, and his guests were so rich they probably thought the law was just a suggestion. What happens on Little St. James stays on Little St. James — or so they hoped. Spoiler: It didn’t.

2. A Culture of Excess, Drugs, and “What the Actual F*”**

According to accusers and investigators, the island was basically a debauchery theme park for the ultra-wealthy. Wild parties, drugs, and the exploitation of girls as young as 14. Because nothing screams “good time” like illegal sex trafficking.

3. Networking, But Make It Creepy

For some, Epstein was a gateway to power, money, and influence. The island was less about friendship and more about transactional “fun.” You know, the kind of fun that ruins lives.

Speculating on the Motives and Activities (Because Why Not?)

The folks most likely to have flown to Epstein’s island for the “fun” stuff were:

People who love exclusive, secret parties and don’t mind skating on the edge of the law and morality.

Those who had something to gain from Epstein’s twisted network — money, power, or just a really messed-up story to tell their grandkids (or not).

And, of course, anyone dumb enough to think their actions would never see the light of day on a tiny island surrounded by ocean and bad decisions.

There you have it: a cocktail of rich assholes, bad choices, and a private island that was less “tropical paradise” and more “criminal circus.” Perfect material for Stupid Shit, because if there’s anything stupider than flying on Epstein’s jet, it’s pretending you didn’t know what the hell was going on.

Lets wrap this up for the 16 percent of people who believe Epstien killed himself and Kash, Pam, And Dan, are telling the truth.

Here are a few more thoughts for the 16% who believe the media, including the ladies of the view.

The Moon Landing Was Filmed on a Hollywood Soundstage

Because obviously, NASA had nothing better to do than hire Stanley Kubrick to fake the entire Apollo 11 mission. Forget the thousands of scientists and engineers — it was all just a big movie set with fake moon dust and zero gravity wires. Cue the dramatic “lights, camera, conspiracy!” 🎬🌕

Birds Aren’t Real — They’re Government Surveillance Drones

Yep, every pigeon, sparrow, and seagull is actually a tiny spy drone sent to watch your every move. So next time a bird poops on your car, remember: Big Brother is literally dropping you a message. 🐦📡

The Earth Is Flat and NASA Is Lying to You

Because all those satellite images, circumnavigation flights, and space missions are just part of a global cover-up to hide the fact that the Earth is a pancake. Gravity? Just a conspiracy to keep you from realizing you’re living on a giant dinner plate. 🥞🌍

The Illuminati Controls Everything, Including Your Morning Coffee

The secret society that allegedly runs the world also decides what you drink, eat, and binge-watch. Starbucks cups with their logo? Illuminati recruitment tools. Your barista? Probably a high-ranking member. ☕️👁️

Elvis Presley Is Still Alive and Living on Mars

Forget Graceland — Elvis faked his death and took a rocket to Mars to start a new life as the Red Planet’s King of Rock ‘n’ Roll. The Martians just haven’t told us yet because they’re still trying to learn “Jailhouse Rock.” 👽🎸

As a science fiction writer I thank god for government cover ups. Lets face it the truth is not near as entertaining as what we will create in the absence of the truth.

The “Oops, We Totally Found a Dead Alien but Lost the Body” Cover-Up

Apparently, the Pentagon once “accidentally” snagged an alien spacecraft along with its deceased pilot. But don’t worry, the government just misplaced the body somewhere between the classified vault and the coffee machine. Happens to the best of us, right?

Roswell: The Ultimate “We Swear It Was Just a Weather Balloon” Story

In 1947, a mysterious crash in Roswell, New Mexico, sparked rumors of alien visitors. The government’s official explanation? A weather balloon. Because when you find something that looks like a spaceship, the first logical conclusion is definitely meteorology.

The Secret UFO Retrieval Program Congress Pretends to Investigate

Congress is “investigating” a secret program that allegedly retrieves UFOs. Translation: lots of hearings, a few vague statements, and zero actual answers — the perfect recipe for keeping the public guessing while the government enjoys its popcorn.

Declassified Memos That Say “We Don’t Know What This Is Either”

After decades of classified documents being released, the government basically admits, “Yeah, we have no clue what some of these flying objects are, but we’re definitely not telling you.” Because mystery is more fun when it’s government-approved.

The Navy’s UFO Encounters That Are Totally Not Aliens, Promise

The Navy has reported inexplicable flying objects near nuclear weapons sites. But hey, it’s probably just a flock of very confused seagulls or maybe some rogue drones. Aliens? Nah, that’s just sci-fi nonsense.

Alien Abductions? Just Your Imagination, or Maybe a Budd Hopkins Book

Some UFO researchers popularized alien abduction stories, but even believers admit some cases are hoaxes. So if you suddenly remember missing time, it’s probably just a nap or a really vivid dream — not an intergalactic joyride.

The real tragedy in this circus of nonsense? Our hard-earned tax dollars are getting flushed straight down the bullshit toilet. Yep, while you’re sweating over rent and ramen, Uncle Sam’s busy funding the greatest collection of “WTF” moments ever assembled. It’s like we’re all chipping in for a front-row seat to the world’s most expensive clown show — and spoiler alert: the clowns don’t even know they’re the joke.

Stay tuned for the release dates of my latest books. “Stupid Shit” is almost finished.

-Best

Today’s Stupid Shit Moment: Independence Day Edition

Ah, Independence Day. A time for fireworks, BBQs, and, apparently, a parade of people doing stupid shit that makes you question how we’ve survived as a species this long. For those of you in the U.S. or Americans abroad, Happy Independence Day! You’ve earned it. Well, most of you. Some of you are out there being paid to metaphorically (and maybe literally) piss your pants in public because you think it’s a good idea to protest a president who—brace yourselves—actually believes in putting America first. Shocking, I know.

To those of you playing the role of “useful idiot,” let me just say, your about as helpful as a parachute that opens on impact.

Oh, and while you’re out there playing political charades, make sure you report that dark money on your taxes. Seriously. Uncle Sam doesn’t give a shit about your “cause,” but he will care about the fact that you’re skipping out on your dues. If you think you’re above the law when it comes to taxes, let me introduce you to a little history lesson: Al Capone. You know, the guy who ran an entire criminal empire but got taken down because he couldn’t be bothered to file his 1040? Yeah, that guy.

And don’t think for a second that you’re too clever to get caught. The IRS is like a bloodhound with a caffeine addiction—they’ll sniff out your shady finances faster than you can say “offshore account.” And when they do, don’t be surprised if your new address is Alligator Alkatraz, the newest prison where tax evaders go to share a cell with a gator named Chompers. Spoiler alert: Chompers doesn’t care about your political affiliations, but he does care about how tasty you look.

I hear the mosquitoes in the newest Florida prison create a relentless, high-pitched buzzing, a cacophony that makes the alligators sound like gentle giants in comparison.

So, here’s some free advice: stop trying to Jedi-mind-trick people into thinking your bullshit is revolutionary, pay your damn taxes, and maybe—just maybe—try doing something productive for once. Like knitting. Or learning how to juggle. Or, I don’t know, not being a walking punchline.

Now, don’t get me wrong—I get it. I understand both sides of the equation. Communism? Not the answer. Hating on cops? Also not the answer. And for the love of all that is holy, tossing 90-year-old grandmas who crossed the border illegally into the slammer? Yeah, probably not the answer either. But here’s the kicker: it’s above your pay grade to fix all this shit. So maybe stop taking dark money to unravel the fabric of this country faster than a cheap sweater in a washing machine. Just a thought.

A quick thank you to the real MVPs.

To the veterans who sacrificed so we could have these kinds of conversations (and by “conversations,” I mean yelling at each other on Twitter): thank you. You’re the reason we can argue about stupid shit like pineapple on pizza or whether Die Hard is a Christmas movie.

To law enforcement: you’re the best. We back the blue—well, the ones who actually support the American people. The rest of you? Maybe consider a career change. I hear Starbucks is hiring.

For the Writers Out There: How to Make It Big (Without Losing Your Mind)

Now, let’s pivot to something less rage-inducing and more productive: writing. I know a lot of you dream of being “independent” from working for The Man. You want to write your way to fame and fortune, sipping margaritas on a beach while your books sell themselves. Spoiler alert: it’s not that easy. But it’s not impossible either. Let’s take a look at two wildly successful authors—J.K. Rowling and E.L. James—and see what we can learn from their journeys.

Secrets of Success for Authors Like J.K. Rowling and E.L. James

Perseverance and Resilience J.K. Rowling was a single mom living in poverty, writing in cafes while her baby drooled on her shoulder. She got rejected 12 times before Bloomsbury finally said, “Fine, we’ll publish your wizard book.” E.L. James? She started in fanfiction, reworking her stories into the “Fifty Shades” trilogy after getting feedback from online communities. Moral of the story? Rejection is just the universe’s way of saying, ‘Not yet, bitch.’

Don’t skim, read; this text is full of wisdom.

Unique and Relatable Stories Rowling gave us a magical world with themes like friendship, loss, and courage. E.L. James? She tapped into a niche market with her bold, unconventional storytelling. (Translation: she made BDSM mainstream. You’re welcome, society.) The lesson here? Be unique. Be relatable. And if all else fails, throw in some handcuffs.

Discipline and Hard Work Rowling rewrote the opening chapter of Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone 15 times. FIFTEEN. Meanwhile, James worked tirelessly to turn her fanfiction into a polished trilogy. The takeaway? Writing is hard. Suck it up and do the work.

Embracing Criticism and Rejection Both authors faced rejection and criticism. Rowling’s manuscript was rejected by multiple publishers, and James got roasted for her writing style. But guess what? They didn’t quit. They used the feedback to improve. Pro tip: Grow a thick skin. You’re gonna need it.

Leveraging Opportunities and Platforms E.L. James started in online fanfiction communities, building a loyal audience before going mainstream. Rowling expanded her books into films, merchandise, and theme parks. The lesson? Use every platform at your disposal. And don’t be afraid to think big.

Passion and Authenticity Both authors wrote stories they were passionate about. Rowling loved storytelling, and James was enthusiastic about exploring unconventional themes. (Again, handcuffs.) The point? Write what you love. Your passion will shine through.

Timing and Luck Talent and hard work are crucial, but timing and luck also play a role. Rowling’s manuscript landed on the right desk at the right time, and James’ trilogy blew up during the rise of digital publishing. The takeaway? You can’t control luck, but you can control how prepared you are when it strikes.

Building a Brand Rowling turned Harry Potter into a global empire. James capitalized on her trilogy with movie adaptations. The lesson? Think beyond the book. Could your work inspire a podcast, a screenplay, or even a line of merch? The possibilities are endless.

Final Thoughts for Aspiring Writers

Writing is a grind. It’s messy, frustrating, and sometimes feels like you’re screaming into the void. But it’s also rewarding as hell. So keep at it. Write your stupid shit. Share your stupid shit. And who knows? Maybe one day, your stupid shit will make you famous.

Now go forth and conquer. Or at least write something that doesn’t make people want to gouge their eyes out. Happy writing!

As for my book, Stupid Shit, let me tell you something: just when I think I’ve finally wrapped it up, the world goes, “Hold my beer,” and hands me yet another steaming pile of stupidity to write about. It’s like the universe is running a 24/7 stupidity buffet, and I’m the poor bastard with an all-you-can-eat pass. Seriously, I could be typing “The End” and BAM—someone out there decides to try and deep-fry a frozen turkey in their living room. Or, I don’t know, invents a new TikTok challenge that involves licking electrical outlets.

I mean, I try to filter out the mundane, everyday dumb shit—like people who still don’t know how to use a turn signal or those who microwave metal forks. That’s amateur hour. No, I’m here to bring you the absolute stupidest shit imaginable. The kind of stupidity that makes you stop, stare, and wonder how we’ve made it this far as a species without accidentally walking into the ocean en masse.

And let’s be real: I don’t just do this for you. Writing this book is therapy for me. Because if I didn’t laugh at this stuff, I’d probably be curled up in a corner, rocking back and forth, muttering, “Why, humanity, why?” But for you? It’s humor. It’s a front-row seat to the circus of idiocy that is modern life.

So, stay tuned. The world keeps giving me material, and I’ll keep serving it up hot and fresh. Because if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s this: stupid shit never takes a day off.

Understanding Iran: Actions vs. Rhetoric

It seems my Whac-A-Mole blog post didn’t land as intended with a few folks. It may have come across as too lighthearted for the seriousness of the topic. For those who feel I wasn’t fully engaged with the actions of our government, I’d like to offer a more thoughtful perspective. Let’s dive in.

When assessing individuals, actions are a more reliable measure of character and intent than words. While words can be crafted to influence perception, actions provide tangible evidence of priorities and values. Observing behavior allows for more informed judgments about trustworthiness and fosters meaningful connections. Ultimately, actions reveal the essence of an individual’s principles and objectives, often outweighing the reliability of verbal declarations.

Watch what they do, not what they say.

Regarding Iran, its historical and contemporary actions underscore its role as a state sponsor of terrorism. Over the past four decades, Iran and its proxies have been linked to approximately 625 American deaths, with many more injured. This figure likely underrepresents the full extent of harm due to challenges in attributing certain attacks and the ongoing nature of proxy operations.

The 1979 Iranian hostage crisis exemplifies the breakdown of U.S.-Iran relations. Fifty-two Americans were held for 444 days in retaliation for the U.S. granting asylum to the deposed Shah. This event not only strained diplomatic ties but also had significant domestic political repercussions, contributing to President Jimmy Carter’s electoral defeat.

Iran’s leadership, particularly Ayatollah Ali Khamenei, has consistently expressed hostility toward the U.S. and Israel. Chants of “Death to America” and “Death to Israel” are common. While such rhetoric is sometimes framed as opposition to Western values, Iran’s actions—such as enriching uranium to 60%, far exceeding the 3% required for civilian energy purposes—suggest intentions inconsistent with its claims.

The regime’s treatment of its citizens, including the execution of women for minor infractions, highlights its oppressive governance. These actions, rather than rhetoric, provide a clearer understanding of the regime’s priorities and objectives.

Given the lack of public access to the intelligence that informed this decision, one must assume the information provided to President Donald Trump was credible and that his response was both decisive and proportionate. Uranium enrichment at levels far exceeding the 3% required for civilian energy raises legitimate concerns about potential military applications.

Centrifuge technology, central to the enrichment process, can be reconfigured to produce weapons-grade material, blurring the line between civilian and military use.

The hope remains that such actions will deter Iran from pursuing nuclear weapons and encourage the regime to adopt a more cooperative stance in the region. However, as history has shown, Iran’s nuclear program has been a persistent source of international tension, with disagreements over its right to enrich uranium complicating diplomatic efforts.

Whether this intervention will lead to a long-term resolution or further entrench hostilities remains uncertain.

Ok, enough blogging for today. I have books to edit…Blah!

Dissecting 2012: The Hero’s Journey Explained

I don’t always watch movies on TV, but when I do, it’s usually because I’ve run out of excuses to avoid them. Truth be told, the last time I sat down for a cinematic experience, Twisters was still blowing cows across the screen. Why the long hiatus? Well, when you’ve written over 90 million words (yes, I counted), your brain tends to treat “relaxation” like a mythical creature—something you’ve heard about but never actually seen. But hey, even the most overworked wordsmith deserves a mental vacation every now and then, right?

So, I decided to dust off my popcorn bowl and dive into 2012, Roland Emmerich’s epic disaster flick. But because I’m a writer (and therefore incapable of turning off my analytical brain), I thought it’d be fun to dissect the movie through the lens of the Hero’s Journey. If you’re not a writer, you might be thinking, “Why should I care?” And honestly, fair point. But stick around—there’s a good chance you’ll leave this with a newfound appreciation for both storytelling and John Cusack’s ability to outrun the apocalypse in a limo.

The Hero’s Journey: A Quick Crash Course

Before we dive into the fiery pits of 2012, let’s talk about the Hero’s Journey—a storytelling framework so universal it’s basically the avocado toast of narrative structures. Coined by Joseph Campbell, it’s the blueprint for every epic tale, from The Odyssey to Star Wars to, yes, 2012. Here’s the gist:

Ordinary World: The hero starts in their boring, everyday life. Think “before Frodo left the Shire” or “before Harry got his Hogwarts letter.”

Call to Adventure: Something shakes up the status quo. Usually, it’s a big ol’ problem that can’t be ignored.

Refusal of the Call: The hero hesitates because, let’s face it, saving the world sounds exhausting.

Meeting the Mentor: Enter the wise guide who says, “You’ve got this!” (or, in some cases, “You’re doomed, but good luck!”).

Crossing the Threshold: The hero leaves their comfort zone and steps into the unknown. Cue dramatic music.

Tests, Allies, and Enemies: The hero faces challenges, makes friends, and punches bad guys (or, in this case, dodges tsunamis).

The Ordeal: The big, climactic moment where everything’s on the line.

The Reward: The hero achieves their goal—or at least survives long enough to celebrate.

The Road Back: Time to head home, but not without a few more hurdles.

The Resurrection: The hero emerges transformed, wiser, and probably in need of a nap.

Return with the Elixir: The hero brings back something valuable to share with the world. (Spoiler: It’s usually not an actual elixir. Sorry.)

How 2012 Fits the Hero’s Journey (With a Dash of Chaos)

1. The Ordinary World

Meet Jackson Curtis (John Cusack), a struggling writer and part-time limo driver. His life is as ordinary as it gets—divorced, juggling kids, and probably wondering why his book sales are flatter than a pancake. If this were a sitcom, his biggest problem would be forgetting his ex-wife’s birthday. But alas, this is a disaster movie, so things are about to get way worse.

2. The Call to Adventure

Jackson stumbles upon a conspiracy theorist (Woody Harrelson, in peak “crazy guy with a radio” mode) who warns him that the world is about to end. Naturally, Jackson’s first reaction is, “Yeah, okay, buddy.” But then the ground starts cracking open like a dropped egg, and suddenly, Charlie’s ramblings don’t seem so far-fetched.

3. Refusal of the Call

At first, Jackson doesn’t take the whole “apocalypse” thing seriously. I mean, who would? But when Los Angeles starts collapsing faster than my New Year’s resolutions, he realizes it’s time to grab the kids and hit the road. Or, in this case, the sky—because nothing says “family bonding” like escaping in a private plane.

4. Meeting the Mentor

Charlie Frost, our lovable doomsday prophet, serves as Jackson’s mentor. Sure, he’s a little unhinged, but he’s got the inside scoop on the government’s secret arks (because of course there are secret arks). His advice? “Head to the Himalayas.” His delivery? Equal parts helpful and unhinged.

5. Crossing the Threshold

This is where things go from “bad” to “holy crap.” Jackson and his family narrowly escape a crumbling Los Angeles in a limo—a scene so over-the-top it makes Fast & Furious look like a documentary. They’re officially in the unknown now, where survival is the name of the game.

6. Tests, Allies, and Enemies

The Curtis clan faces obstacle after obstacle: collapsing cities, selfish billionaires, and the occasional volcanic eruption. Allies include a Russian billionaire’s kids (because nothing says “teamwork” like rich kids in peril) and a geologist who’s trying to save humanity. Enemies? Pretty much everything else, including gravity.

7. Approach to the Inmost Cave

The gang finally reaches the Himalayas, where the arks are being prepped. But there’s a catch: they don’t have tickets. (Pro tip: Always RSVP to the apocalypse.) Sneaking aboard becomes their next big challenge.

8. The Ordeal

This is the big one. A massive tsunami threatens to destroy the ark, and Jackson has to risk his life to save everyone onboard. It’s tense, it’s dramatic, and it’s exactly what you’d expect from a movie where the stakes are literally “the end of the world.”

9. The Reward

Jackson and his family make it onto the ark, securing their survival. Humanity gets a second chance, and Jackson gets to be the hero his kids always wanted him to be. Win-win.

10. The Road Back

As the waters recede, the survivors aboard the ark prepare to face a drastically altered Earth. It’s a bittersweet moment—kind of like realizing you’ve survived a marathon, only to remember you still have to walk home.

11. The Resurrection

Jackson’s journey transforms him into a braver, more selfless version of himself. He reconciles with his family, proving that even in the face of global annihilation, there’s always time for personal growth.

12. Return with the Elixir

The survivors represent humanity’s chance to rebuild. Jackson’s “elixir” isn’t a magical potion—it’s hope, resilience, and the knowledge that even in the darkest times, we can find a way forward. (Cue inspirational music.)

Why the Hero’s Journey Matters

The Hero’s Journey isn’t just a storytelling formula—it’s a mirror for our own lives. We all face challenges, doubts, and moments of transformation. Sure, most of us aren’t dodging tsunamis or sneaking onto arks, but the core themes—struggle, growth, redemption—are universal. And that’s why it works, whether you’re writing a novel, watching 2012, or just trying to survive Monday morning.

So, the next time you watch a movie, ask yourself: Where’s the hero? What’s their journey? And most importantly, could you outrun an earthquake in a limo? (Spoiler: Unless you’re John Cusack or have a death wish, the answer is a resounding “hell no.”) But hey, if you’re feeling confident, go ahead and try. Just make sure someone’s filming it so the rest of us can enjoy your inevitable failure on YouTube.

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And because I’m such a generous soul, I even find time to share blog posts about stupid shit. Or, occasionally, not-so-stupid shit. You know, for balance. It’s like a treasure chest of wisdom, except instead of gold coins, you’re getting sarcastic commentary and unsolicited advice. But hey, treasure is treasure, right? So go ahead—take something from my trove of brilliance. Or at least pretend you already knew all this stuff so I can feel like I’m making a difference.

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The Case Against SB3: A Defense of THC Use and other Stupid Shit

Why We Shouldn’t Be Making Criminals Out of People Who Just Want to Chill?

Let’s talk about SB3, the legislative dumpster fire that tried to ban THC products in Texas.

My blog posts tend to attract people from all walks of life—some who agree, some who don’t, and some who just want to argue for the sake of arguing. And honestly? I welcome it. I’ve always been the kind of person who asks, “What if…?” even when it annoys the hell out of everyone else in the room. But one thing I won’t do is debate emotions. Facts? Sure. Emotions? That’s a fool’s errand, and I don’t have the patience for it.

So, when Governor DeSantis vetoed Florida’s SB 1698, I had a sneaking suspicion Abbott would follow suit with SB3 in Texas. And thank God he did, because SB3 was one of the dumbest pieces of legislation I’ve seen in a while.

Let’s get real for a second: the reasons for creating SB3 made absolutely no sense. Sure, there are people out there who’ve never inhaled (myself included), but that doesn’t mean I’m on some moral crusade to stop others from enjoying a little THC. Just because I want to keep my brain intact doesn’t mean Karen down the street shouldn’t be allowed to eat a gummy and stare at her ceiling fan for three hours.

But SB3 wasn’t about protecting kids or saving society from the horrors of THC. No, this was about money. Specifically, the medical marijuana industry’s money. THC products are cutting into their monopoly on cannabis, and they’re pissed about it. So, what do they do? They whip out their political cudgels and start swinging, convincing lawmakers to support a bill that even a third grader could see was a blatant cash grab.

Let’s be honest: most of the lawmakers who supported SB3 probably didn’t even believe in it. They were likely told, “Support this bill, or your pet project to build a statue of yourself in your hometown is toast.” And because politicians love their vanity projects, they caved faster than a Jenga tower in a hurricane.

The arguments for SB3 were laughable at best. “We need to protect the children!” they cried (cue Sally Struthers) as if kids are out here buying THC gummies in bulk. Newsflash: kids aren’t buying THC products any more than they’re buying alcohol or cigarettes. And if they are, maybe it’s time for parents to step up and, you know, parent.

The reality is, THC products are already regulated. They’re labeled, tested, and sold in stores that follow the law. The only thing SB3 would’ve accomplished is turning law-abiding adults into criminals for choosing a safer alternative to alcohol or opioids.

The Real Impact of SB3

If SB3 had passed, it wouldn’t have just banned THC products—it would’ve destroyed an entire industry. We’re talking about 53,000 jobs and an $8 billion market, gone overnight. Small businesses, farmers, and veterans would’ve been left out in the cold, all because a few politicians wanted to score points with their donors.

And let’s not forget the people who actually need these products. Veterans, for example, have been vocal about how THC helps them manage PTSD, chronic pain, and anxiety without resorting to opioids. One veteran even said, “These gummies saved my life.” But SB3 would’ve turned those same veterans into criminals for using a product that works for them. How’s that for gratitude?

Thankfully, Governor Abbott vetoed SB3, and for once, I have to give him credit. He recognized that the bill was a disaster waiting to happen. In his veto statement, Abbott pointed out that SB3 would’ve been dead on arrival in court because it directly conflicted with federal law. The 2018 Farm Bill legalized hemp products, and SB3 would’ve put Texas on a collision course with the feds.

Abbott also called for a regulatory framework instead of an outright ban. He suggested treating THC like alcohol, with age restrictions, product testing, and local government involvement. Is it perfect? No. But it’s a hell of a lot better than banning THC altogether.

At the end of the day, SB3 wasn’t about protecting kids or public safety. It was about money, power, and control. The medical marijuana industry wanted to crush its competition, and they almost succeeded. But thanks to Abbott’s veto, the hemp industry gets to live another day.

We shouldn’t be making criminals out of people who just want to relax with a little THC. We have bigger problems to deal with—like actual crime, poverty, and the fact that gas prices are still ridiculous. So let’s stop wasting time on stupid shit like SB3 and focus on things that actually matter.

Until then, I’ll be over here, sipping my coffee and wondering how we got to a point where banning THC gummies is treated like solving world hunger. Cheers.

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Trump’s Late Night Iran Strategy: A Game of Diplomatic Whack-a-Mole

As many of you might have heard, the US, under Trump—yes, that Trump—decided to play a little game of geopolitical whack-a-mole and removed three Uranium enrichment sites in Iran on a Saturday night. Because, you know, nothing says “I’m serious about diplomacy” like a late-night raid.
Now, some folks might argue that Iran was just trying to save the planet with their proposed nuclear energy programs. You know, the same way a toddler thinks they’re helping by “cleaning” the house with a garden hose. Most of you reading this would probably just nod and say, “Bless your heart,” while secretly rolling your eyes.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: we should pay attention to what people do, not just what they say. Talk is cheap, folks. Take the people crying foul over Trump not consulting Congress or the American people. Seriously? If they were in charge, they’d be the first ones waving a white flag and begging for mercy from anyone who hates this country.

Now, let’s talk about how this mission went off without a hitch—thanks to a little thing called secrecy. It was like a magic trick: “Now you see the B2 bombers heading to Guam, now you don’t!” Not getting permission from those who want to impeach Trump for merely existing? That’s the real sleight of hand.
Today’s media circus will be full of voices, both for and against. The naysayers will crank up the emotional tension, warning us that Iran, the world’s favorite sponsor of terror, is going to do something terrible. Spoiler alert: they always talk a big game, but their actions? Always violent and deadly.

Remember that phrase “speak softly and carry a big stick; you will go far”? Good ol’ Teddy Roosevelt popularized it to remind us that diplomacy is great, but a strong military presence is even better. Last night, we saw that principle in action. Appeasers? They’re always going to get screwed by the oppressors. It’s a fact of life, like taxes and bad hair days.

Had Trump notified Congress, those who’ve been bought off by our enemies would have been tipped off. You know, the ones who want him impeached? Yeah, they’re probably on the payroll of foreign governments. Treason is a real thing, and maybe we should consider bringing back public hangings for those convicted of it. Talk about a big stick!

So, these are my thoughts on the stupid shit that is political posturing and theater. Those who talk shit are just pandering to the mindless masses who gobble up whatever the media, bought and paid for by America’s enemies, dishes out. It’s all emotional leverage to manipulate the masses who want to believe in crazy shit—like the tooth fairy, flat Earth theories, and other absurdities that make for entertaining blogs about stupid shit.

Have a nice day!

Why Stupid Shit Rules the Internet

Let’s be honest: the news is a soul-sucking black hole of despair. It’s like a daily reminder that humanity is collectively riding a unicycle on a tightrope over a pit of lava, and we’re all just hoping the clown in charge doesn’t sneeze. I, for one, can only stomach about two minutes of headlines before I’m ready to yeet my phone into the sun. As long as the sky is still blue, birds are still dive-bombing freshly washed cars with military precision, and gravity hasn’t given up on us yet, I’m good.

So, what do I do instead of doomscrolling? I dive headfirst into the cesspool of distractions: reels, TikTok, and YouTube. These platforms are like the junk food of the internet—deliciously addictive but guaranteed to rot your brain. And let’s be real, they’re also a breeding ground for some of the stupidest shit humanity has ever produced.

When I’m not doomscrolling or watching people do dumb things for clicks, I’m writing. Currently, I’m editing a thriller about a forensic expert who moonlights as an assassin. (Because why not? Who doesn’t love a little murder with their science?) Writing, my friends, is escapism on steroids. Unlike movies, where you’re stuck in someone else’s plot, writing lets you play God. I create worlds, people, places, and scenarios. I can make someone fall in love, get hit by a bus, or both—because I’m the boss.

But editing? Editing is like one of those adult coloring books that are supposed to be relaxing but actually make you want to set the whole thing on fire. It’s tedious, it’s boring, and it requires a level of self-control I simply do not possess. Which is why I keep getting distracted by—you guessed it—stupid shit.

Let’s talk about reels for a second. My God, this is the armpit of society, and I say that with love. Case in point: there’s this girl—no, woman—who has a pet scorpion. Yes, you read that right. A pet scorpion. She proudly shows off this venomous little nightmare, holding up its log like it’s a goddamn trophy, and proceeds to explain how it eats, how poisonous it is, and—wait for it—warns people not to pet it.

No shit, Sherlock. Who in their right mind is out here trying to cuddle a scorpion? “Oh, look at my adorable little murder bug! Isn’t he just the cutest?” No, Karen, he’s not. He’s a living fossil with a stinger that could ruin your whole week.

Let’s take a moment to appreciate the irony here. The word “pet” comes from the Scottish Gaelic word “peata,” which means “tame animal” or “companion.” In what f*cking world does a scorpion fit that definition? Unless you’re cuddling it, stroking it, or teaching it to fetch, it’s not a pet. It’s a red flag with legs.

Fun Fact: Scorpions Glow (and They’re Everywhere)

Now, I live in a place where scorpions are not a novelty—they’re a nuisance. They’re everywhere. I take a blacklight out at night to hunt them because, fun fact, they glow under UV light. It’s like a rave, but instead of dancing, you’re trying not to get stung. And no, I don’t pet them. Once you’ve stepped on one barefoot, you’ll understand why. Spoiler alert: it’s not a pleasant experience.

So, that’s where I’m at with my book, Stupid Shit. It’s coming along nicely, fueled by my fascination with words, my disdain for scorpions, and my love of calling out the ridiculousness of the world. If you want to stay updated on my blogs, book releases, or just want to laugh at the absurdity of life, sign up for my email list.

And as always, have a nice day! Or don’t. I’m not your mom.

Unpacking the Truth Behind Stupid Shit

A sure-fire way to win an election? Easy. Just call 78 million people mentally ill. That’s the kind of genius strategy that screams, “Vote for me, I’m relatable!” Now, Jasmin Crockett is smarter than this—or at least I thought she was. So why the hell did she do it? Did she lose a bet? Was it Opposite Day? Or maybe she just wanted to see how fast she could alienate half the country. Bold move, Jasmin. Bold move.

Personally, I think it is political theater.

Let’s get one thing straight: nobody on either side of the political aisle is mentally ill for believing the stupid shit the media spoon-feeds them. Nope, they’re just regular people, happily slurping up the bullshit stew served daily by their favorite talking heads. And honestly, who can blame them? It’s easier to swallow than thinking for yourself. Thinking is hard. It burns calories. And let’s face it, most of us would rather save those calories for nachos.

Personally, I like to pay closer attention to what people actually do versus what the media tells me they did. Crazy concept, right? It’s almost like I’m trying to use my brain instead of letting it rot into a pile of mushy clickbait. But hey, that’s just me. In my book, Stupid Shit, I break down exactly how you’re being manipulated. Spoiler alert: we all are. And the people pulling the strings? Oh, they’re the ones in power who want to stay in power. Shocking, I know. It’s like discovering that water is wet or that Taco Bell isn’t authentic Mexican cuisine.

The Soros Conspiracy (Or Is It?)

Here’s a fun question to chew on: why did George Soros buy 200 media outlets right before the election? And why did the FCC fast-track the whole process like it was a Kardashian getting a VIP pass to a plastic surgeon? I don’t know much about Mr. Soros. The media paints him as the boogeyman, lurking in the shadows, twirling his mustache, and cackling like a cartoon villain. Is he? Hell if I know. Maybe he’s just a guy who really loves controlling narratives. Or maybe he’s misunderstood, like that one kid in high school who wore a trench coat and listened to death metal but secretly just wanted a hug.

Speaking of boogeymen, let’s talk about Putin and Zelensky. The media portrays Putin as the devil incarnate and Zelensky as Superman. Why? Because it’s easier to sell a story when you’ve got clear heroes and villains. Nuance doesn’t get clicks. Nobody wants to read an article titled, “It’s Complicated: Both Sides Are Kind of Awful.” That’s not sexy. That doesn’t trend on Twitter. But if you want to start a war—domestically or globally—all you have to do is attack what people believe. It’s like poking a bear with a stick, except the bear has nukes and a Twitter account.

The Foundation of Beliefs (And Why They’re Easy to Exploit)

Here’s the thing about people: we’re all walking around with these deeply ingrained beliefs that shape how we see the world. They come from religion, culture, personal experiences, and whatever our parents yelled at us about when we were kids. These beliefs are like the operating system of our brains, and once they’re installed, they’re damn near impossible to uninstall. It’s why people will fight to the death over pineapple on pizza or whether “Die Hard” is a Christmas movie (it is, by the way).

Let’s break it down:

Religious and Spiritual Beliefs

People believe in God, gods, or some cosmic force because it gives them comfort. It’s like a celestial security blanket. Heaven, hell, reincarnation—it’s all part of the package. And don’t forget the moral codes: compassion, honesty, justice. You know, the stuff we all pretend to care about until someone cuts us off in traffic.

Moral and Ethical Principles

Fairness, kindness, hard work—these are the things we tell ourselves we value. But let’s be real: most of us would sell our souls for a free iPhone or a lifetime supply of tacos.

Scientific and Rational Beliefs

Some people trust science and logic. Others think the Earth is flat and vaccines are a government plot to implant microchips. To each their own, I guess.

Cultural and Social Norms

Family values, community, traditions—these are the things that keep society from devolving into complete chaos. Well, most of the time. Unless it’s Thanksgiving, in which case all bets are off.

Personal Identity and Purpose

Everyone wants to feel like they matter. Whether it’s through religion, relationships, or posting selfies on Instagram, we’re all just trying to find meaning in this chaotic shitshow we call life.

Myths and Unproven Ideas

Superstitions, conspiracy theories, and urban legends—these are the cherry on top of the stupid shit sundae. Did you know some people still believe in Bigfoot? Or that the moon landing was faked? Or that pineapple belongs on pizza? Wild.

Philosophical Foundationalism

This is the fancy way of saying, “I believe what I believe because I believe it.” It’s like arguing with a toddler who insists the sky is green. You’re not going to win, so why bother?

Why It All Matters

Foundational beliefs are important because they give us stability and purpose. They help us navigate the world and make sense of the chaos. But they’re also incredibly easy to exploit. Politicians, corporations, and media outlets know this, and they use it to manipulate us. They poke at our beliefs, stir up our emotions, and watch as we tear each other apart. It’s like a reality TV show, except the stakes are real, and nobody wins a cash prize.

So, what’s the takeaway here? Simple: think for yourself. Question everything. And for the love of all that is holy, stop believing the stupid shit the media shovels down your throat. Or don’t. It’s your life. Just don’t come crying to me when you realize you’ve been played like a fiddle in a hillbilly hoedown.

And that, my friends, is the essence of Stupid Shit. Stay tuned for more. Or don’t. I’m not your mom.

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Have a nice day!

More Stupid Shit

and media manipulation

Vance Boelter, a man clearly not invited to the “Let’s Make Good Life Choices” seminar, decided one day to spice things up by dressing as a cop, strolling up to a Minnesota lawmaker’s house, and committing straight-up cold-blooded murder. Bold move, Vance. Bold, stupid-as-hell move.

Now, as gruesome and shocking as that is, what really takes the cake here is the way Alexa—yes, Amazon’s Alexa—decided to break the news. Imagine walking into your kitchen, coffee in hand, ready to fight the soul-sucking Monday ahead, when your helpful little robot assistant pops up with:

“A murder occurred at the home of a Democratic Lawmaker. The perpetrator shot the husband and wife in cold blood.”

To be honest, the newsflash should have left out the word Democrat… Whoever writes this shit knows what they are doing and trust me, its deliberate.

Well, damn, Alexa. Way to brighten my day. That’s one hell of a headline to pair with my toast and jam. But you know what they didn’t mention? What they just conveniently left out? That Vance was… wait for it… a Democrat appointee, courtesy of Governor Tim Walz himself. Yeah, let that marinate. Tens of thousands of people see that vague little nugget of information and immediately start imagining some MAGA-hat-wearing lunatic foaming at the mouth. Because that’s what we do now: jump to conclusions faster than a squirrel on espresso.

Public Opinion: A Circus of Stupidity

This, ladies and gentlemen, is how public opinion is formed. Not with facts or nuance or even a shred of common sense. Nope. Just a headline and a whole lot of assumptions. And let’s be real here—critical thinking is about as popular these days as a Nickelback reunion tour. Nobody questions anything, nobody digs deeper. The media throws you a bone, and we all run with it like we’re championship greyhounds.

But wait! There’s more! Because, of course, there’s always more stupid shit to pile on top of the already steaming heap. Enter Alex Padilla, the guy who apparently thought it was a good idea to crash Kristi Noem’s press conference (because why not, right?). This same dude is now trying to tie these murders to Trump’s campaign. Yes, you read that right. The murders. Trump. Connected. Somehow. It’s like a bad game of Mad Libs where every blank gets filled with “Trump” because nobody knows what else to say anymore.

Why Are We Like This?

And here’s the million-dollar question: Why are tensions rising? Why is everybody so angry all the damn time? Well, buckle up, because here’s the answer—it’s stupid shit like this. The media stirs the pot with half-truths, people gobble it up without question, and before you know it, everyone’s picking sides and throwing punches. It’s human nature, sure, but it’s also human stupidity in its purest form.

So, there you have it. Murder, media, and a masterclass in how to divide a population. If this isn’t the poster child for my upcoming book, Stupid Shit, I don’t know what is. Oh, and if you’re still here, sign up for emails so you can snag the book on KDP when it drops because nothing cures the existential dread of living in a divided society like laughing at the sheer absurdity of it all.

Learn to ask questions and stop assuming shit.

-Scott