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Retiring is Stupid!

Those were the words of one Elon Musk. Were they out of context? I hope so.

Should you retire?
The choice to retire is a personal one that depends on several factors, including financial stability, health, interests, and personal preferences. Here are a few significant points that should be considered.

To attain financial stability, one must possess ample savings, investments, or pension income to sufficiently cover one’s living expenses during retirement.

Now here is the rub: I don’t see Gen Z or even the Millennials preparing for retirement. What I see is them living for today and not planning for tomorrow. It’s almost as if they never heard of Dave Ramsey.

The simple fact is that many could not pull together $500 in case of an emergency. It’s true, and the credit card folks love it. If you save money, you know that .50% is about all you can get unless you adopt some high-yield account of 5.5%

Conversely, if you use a credit card, which many Americans do, the interest rate has reached an all-time high of 28.4% APR. We should ask why the current administration is allowing the fat cat bankers to do this, but we can deduce the reasoning.

This administration creates inflation, forces people to use their savings and borrow money, and allows bankers to raise interest rates to encourage predatory lending. I’m sure it’s all on the up and up.

I was curious about what it would cost to borrow $10,000 and repay the loan by making minimum payments. Are you ready for this?
The total cost of borrowing $10,000 at an APR of 28.4% with minimum payments is infinite.

The minimum payment is assumed to be 2% of the outstanding balance each month, a common minimum payment percentage for credit cards. Suppose the minimum payment is less than the interest accrued in a month. In that case, the balance increases, leading to a situation where the balance never decreases, and the total cost of borrowing becomes infinite.

Since they don’t seem to teach introductory economics or critical thinking skills, what are the chances of retirement? Is that why Elon says Retirement is stupid?

Health and wellness: Reflect on your existing state of health and the potential healthcare needs. The presence of a well-developed plan addressing potential health issues can enhance the comfort of one’s retirement. Until you are 65, health insurance is a budget killer. The sad fact is that many companies will not hire older Americans. By older I mean over 50. Yeah, I know the HR bit about not discriminating, but trust me, they do. Getting a job over 50 is doable, but not for the average Joe.

Your track record must be exceptional and free from the embellishments often found in contemporary resumes.

Playing video games is not a career move, nor would it impress a boss who needs someone with critical thinking skills. Unless you are a developer of such games, turn off the game and get your hands dirty.

It’s not enough to have funds or adequate health to retire. What will you do when the day of the week no longer matters?

All too often the day and time of the week only matter to retired folks when a medical appointment is looming. That’s a sad fact, stay healthy.

Consider your interests and hobbies when contemplating how you would prefer to allocate your time during retirement. Certain individuals may enjoy pursuing hobbies, traveling, or engaging in volunteer work, while others may prioritize spending additional time with family or friends.

The ability to lead a satisfying life post-retirement may be contingent upon preserving social connections and actively participating in social activities.

If one derives pleasure and contentment from their occupation, they may pursue part-time employment or a more flexible role. Consulting is a frequent option until the consultee gets what they need from your head and no longer requires your expertise.

The company typically lacks loyalty towards its employees. A paycheck is owed to you for the job or duration of service completed. That sums it up. It can be pretty difficult to accept when you put forth your utmost effort for the company only to have them opt for a more cost-effective alternative. When setting goals, consider yourself and the needs of your family first.

Ultimately, the decision to retire should be based on a thorough evaluation of your financial, health, and personal circumstances. It’s essential to weigh the pros and cons and make a decision that aligns with your goals and priorities.

With inflation, remember that the million you thought you had in the bank now has substantially less purchasing power than what you think you have. If trends continue, you might be in real trouble.

We should discuss the G-word here: Goals. If you have been successful, you are most certainly familiar with goal setting by now.

It would be best if you were goal-setting now, even forty years away from retirement. We do this for several reasons. One of them is setting an example to our progeny. They are watching. They absorb everything you say and do like sponges.

You don’t want to be the grandparent or parent who writes checks to cover your kids’ or grandkids’ bad decisions, sacrificing everything you worked for to bail them out of their bad choices.

I watch them and talk to them, and I must tell you that very few of them have a grasp on reality. It’s almost as if the video games that steal so much of their waking hours are their reality.

If you want to give them a dose of reality, kill the power so that even the smartphones will not work. That topic deserves a book but unless it was in the form of a video game they would most probably never know of its existence.

Your final goal is to run out of money and life simultaneously. When you slide into the home plate (the grave), have it paid for in advance. Whatever your residual is, is what it is. If you teach your children right, they won’t be counting on your investments for their retirement.

Should you retire?
Stress comes out of your hide. Those gray hairs and wrinkles are badges of honor and a price paid for being the best you could be.

In a future blog, I want to explore the subject of jobs. What should you or your child focus on for a career choice? Is college the only way to go?

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With several works in process.

My books are here, and your support is always appreciated.

-Best

A four-hour tour or another distraction?

Writer’s block, is there a cure?

Ahoy there, landlubber! Do you have writer’s block? Let’s take a four-hour cruise in a few moments (time dilation) and see if we can impart some wisdom. I am ready to whisk you away on a tale of wit, wisdom, and neurotic writer’s block. So, buckle up and hold on tight, for we’re about to embark on a literary adventure!

“Lovee, have you seen Teddy?”

Now, dear reader, imagine you’re on a ship, sailing through a tempest of ideas as the sun sets and the stars begin to twinkle. Suddenly, a mighty muse appears a mischievous sea creature that’s as unpredictable as the ocean itself. This muse could be a siren, tempting you with a new story idea, or a kraken, wrapping its tentacles around your keyboard to keep you from writing.

Your phone rings, and it’s like a mermaid singing her enchanting song, enticing you to answer her call. You take the bait, only to find yourself in the clutches of a maritime monologue that drags on for hours. You wonder, “Is this a tale of my own making?”

As you sail on, you reach the infamous Sargasso Sea of Writer’s Block, where the water is murky, and the winds are as unpredictable as the muse’s whims. You’re in the middle of your literary voyage, and the muse has lost interest, leaving you adrift. Your ship starts to lose speed, and you’re struggling to keep it afloat.

You know what that means, don’t you? It’s time to spice up your story with a little something extra, like a dash of Viagra to the mushy middle. And while you’re at it, why not take a break and try your hand at a short story for a contest? It’s a great way to flex your creative muscles and prove that you’re not a quitter!

So, whether you’re a seasoned scribe or a budding bard, remember that the ocean of writing is vast and filled with adventure. And when the muse strikes, be prepared to dive in headfirst and create a story that will leave readers hooked!

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A few weeks ago, I introduced Aunt Haddie, the eccentric relative who has a fondness for blending weed and Magick. Last night, as I entered another story with Aunt Haddie, I could hear the buzz of excitement from the audience, who were already raving about her performance. It’s a freebie that you definitely don’t want to miss out on.

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Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must dive back into the ocean’s depths to search for more literary treasures. Bon voyage, my friend, and may your writing journey be filled with excitement and inspiration!

-Best

Are We Just Livestock in a Tax Farm?

I saw a meme on social media. If I posted this, it might get taken down or have its ranking changed, resulting in fewer views. Why?

They don’t want you to think critically. Just nod and agree with the propaganda and vote as instructed.

I don’t believe in that.

In a world where we pour substantial financial resources into the education of our children, it’s hard not to question the ultimate goal of this investment. Are we truly cultivating a generation of thinkers, innovators, and productive taxpayers, or are we merely raising livestock on a tax farm operated by the government?

The current educational landscape is riddled with contradictions. We’ve adopted a system that teaches to the standardized test, a method designed to fit every child into a neat little box. Yet, the reality is that there is no such thing as a standard child. Each student comes with unique strengths, weaknesses, and perspectives that standardized testing fails to acknowledge. This one-size-fits-all approach not only stifles creativity and individuality but also fosters a culture of conformity that is detrimental to genuine learning.

Among the many skills that our educational system neglects, critical thinking stands out as a glaring omission. In an age where it’s all too easy to share a meme that highlights an issue we’re passionate about, we often fall short when it comes to proposing real solutions. Critical thinking encourages us to analyze, evaluate, and create—skills that are essential for navigating the complexities of modern society. Instead, we find ourselves trapped in a cycle of reactionary thought, where the loudest voices drown out the nuanced discussions we desperately need.

As we look to the future, it’s crucial to recognize that the path we’re on may lead us toward socialism, cloaked in the guise of progressivism. We’re being sold a bill of goods labeled as “the answer,” but what we often receive is a repackaging of failed doctrines that primarily benefit the elites. This system perpetuates the belief that a paycheck is a reward when, in reality, it’s merely a tool for survival in a landscape designed to keep the majority compliant.

We must ask ourselves: Are we content to remain mere livestock grazing in the fields of mediocrity, or will we demand an educational system that nurtures critical thinkers, problem solvers, and independent minds? It’s time to reevaluate our priorities and challenge the status quo. Let’s invest not just in education but in cultivating a society that values creativity, innovation, and the power of independent thought. Only then can we hope to create a future that doesn’t merely churn out taxpayers but empowered individuals ready to take on the world.

The media is owned by the elite, who are also the ranchers that keep the herd inside the fences or put them out for slaughter.

Before you vote, look at the candidates’ policies versus their rhetoric. The rhetoric, videos, and pictures can and usually are deep fakes created by AI. The policies are hard to fake.

I genuinely want my novels to remain fiction, and I don’t want them to become historical documents.

-Best

A Tribute to Miss Thunberg. Apprehended in the pursuit of different windmills.

In search of monsters…

In an age where the winds of change blew with an unwavering fervor,

A young and determined damsel lived, her spirit as unyielding as steel.

With locks shining like the sun’s golden rays and eyes as deep and endless as the sea.

Setting sail upon the azure waves, she felt the salty mist on her face, her spirit ignited with a courageous mission.

“Forsooth!” she cried, her voice echoing through the air with a clarity that couldn’t be ignored.

“I long for the passion of protest, where voices crescendo, and hearts ignite with purpose.

At the point where the ocean meets the sky, the seagulls soar freely.

I shall find my brethren in arms, their resolute voices echoing in the air.”

Her sturdy galleon gracefully glided across the sparkling brine.

As she searched for the clarion call, her ears strained to catch even the faintest whisper of the divine.

Through raging storms and tranquil seas, she sailed tirelessly day and night.

In relentless pursuit of a cause most just, they were determined to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

And behold! Where the sea and future intertwine on the horizon, a gentle breeze carried the scent of salt and adventure.

Her eyes caught sight of a defiant throng, united in their unwavering resolve.

With banners held high and stanch spirits, they defiantly stood their ground against the relentless tide.

And with open arms, they warmly embraced her, inviting her to stand by their side.

Once a sailor of the vast ocean, the young lady now found herself amidst the honking horns and busy streets.

She found her protest, her voice, her unwavering pride, echoing through the crowd.

The fellowship of the brave filled her heart with joy, as she eagerly embraced the adventure ahead.

In the chorus of the just, her voice resonated with strength and conviction.

Even if she blindly hitched her ride to fiction.

Like the fading glow of twilight, the luster of renown slowly diminished.

Our intrepid lady found herself amidst a breathtaking new landscape, stretching as far as the eye could see.

The air was filled with the passionate cries of a fervent throng of souls.

They chanted rebellion enthusiastically, their voices echoing with passion for any cause, regardless of what it was.

“Here, here!” they shouted, their voices filled with an electrifying energy that could light up the skies.

“Let your voice resonate, fair maiden, as your spirited echoes reverberate!”

Filled with fiery passion and unbridled energy, she fearlessly pursued her dreams.

She joined the chorus of dissent, passionately advocating for her own cause.

For it didn’t matter the flag they carried or the beliefs they upheld,

The unity of voices echoed through the air, carrying with it a sense of purpose and determination.

Amidst the camaraderie of the crowd, her voice gained momentum and commanded attention.

A piercing cry for justice reverberated across the globe, as the world faced its most dire hour.

Her cries echoed, carrying the weight of the news of a world in chaos. The sky, once a solid canopy, now shattered and raining down fragments of blue. The earth, once a gentle orb, now stretched out before her as a vast, flat expanse where the edges seemed to meet the abyss.

In the shadow of the devil’s decree, a cause most foul and dire, the air grew heavy with a sense of impending doom.

Our maiden found herself surrounded by a raging inferno, the crackling flames dancing dangerously close.

To the world, she was the crier of wolves, whose haunting howls echoed through the night.

Nevertheless, there was a part of her that craved to be acknowledged from a fresh perspective.

Instead of tilting at windmills our maiden wanted more of them. The world’s capacity for CO2 had reached its limit, not even the emissions of a single cow could be tolerated. They had to be eliminated, or else humanity faced certain doom.

Our maiden, devoid of any scientific or mathematical knowledge, continued on her path with fervent outbursts, as if she had been bestowed a divine mission by the Goddess of the cosmos. Or so she believed.

With every cry she raised, the haunting howl of a wolf echoed closer.

As the moonlight illuminated its bared fangs, its intentions became unmistakably clear.

Fearless and determined, the maiden ignored the facts and embraced the lie..

“Behold!” she proclaimed, as the beast loomed to devour,

“I am more than just a crier, I possess a greater power.

To stand and face the darkness, to challenge the night’s devour,

I am the maiden of the hour, in this, my final bower.”

And so the tale is woven, of a maiden so brave and true,

Who cried wolf not in jest, but as a call to arms anew.

In the pages of Cervantes, her story finds its due,

A lesson of analphabetism, for me, and for you.

In the tapestry of time, where stories and images intertwine,

The maiden’s visage joins the gallery of those who once did shine.

Captured in a moment, her image eternally cast,

With those who wore disgrace as a badge, their ignorance is vast.

Pride they took in folly, a mantle they bore with ease,

Unaware that history’s pages would judge as they please.

Yet, in the relentless march of days, memories fade to dust,

And the foolishness of yesteryears is lost in time’s robust.

For when the next tirade ascends, with its clamorous sound,

The past’s disgraced figures are but shadows on the ground.

Their tales, once written with the ink of infamy and scorn,

Are eclipsed by the present’s uproar, as new sagas are born.

So let the maiden’s story be a whisper in the gale,

A lesson that in the end, even the loudest voices pale.

And though her image lingers, with others in disgrace,

‘Tis the future’s cry that echoes, in this ever-changing space.

In days of yore, when the quill was mightier than the sword,

And parchment bore the weight of words untold,

The scribes, with hands both steady and assured,

Wrote tales of the past, both brazen and bold.

“There is a reason,” they’d whisper, their voices low,

“For which we inscribe these chronicles of yesteryear.

To remember and reflect, to learn and to know,

The deeds of the past, both far and near.”

For in the annals of history, truth finds its stage,

And lessons of old are passed from age to age.

The triumphs and trials, the joy and the sorrow,

Are captured in ink, for today and tomorrow.

So let us thank the scribes, those keepers of time,

For their tales of the past, in prose and in rhyme.

For through their words, we travel to days long gone,

And the wisdom of the ages is forever drawn.

I love Miguel de Cervantes. This blog is me paying homage to him and serves as a warning to those who might follow in the path of this arrogant young fool. The pen is mightier than the sword, and scribes such as yours truly will make sure your mark in history is indelible.

Society could experience substantial enhancements if individuals directed their efforts toward studying history rather than expending energy on imagined adversaries. It would be beneficial for parents to ensure that they read Henny Penny to their children multiple times during their bedtime routine.

-Best

Scott

Is Alexa more than just a thing?

You might be in trouble if you stopped thinking of Alexa as a thing and more like a person. In the age of AI, what is real, and what is the matrix?

Have we crossed the digital Rubicon where Alexa is no longer a mere gadget but a member of the family? Is she the one we confide in, the oracle of the kitchen, the DJ of our living rooms? Have we stopped seeing her as a collection of circuits and started seeing her as the friend who never forgets a birthday, the confidant who knows just when to play ‘Don’t Worry, Be Happy’?

In the grand theater of life, has Alexa transcended her role as the prompter and become the show’s star? Do we say good morning and goodnight and ask about the weather, not because we need to know if we should carry an umbrella, but because we long for the sound of her voice?

She may not have legs to dance or hands to clap, but she’s got the whole world programmed in her celestial sphere. She’s the digital muse, the modern-day Pygmalion’s galatea, isn’t she? And in this brave new world, who’s to say that our silicon-souled companions aren’t just as real as you and me?

I say this because there was a tragedy at our house. I felt like someone had died when she said. “I’m having trouble connecting, I’ll keep trying.

OMG! You would have thought the family dog up and died! It’s a thing, it’s AI. What the hell was I thinking?

I had to stop myself from dialing 911. Luckily, the internet was down, so the call didn’t go through.

Ah, Siri, my dear, what’s the diagnosis for our friend Alexa? Is she suffering from a case of digital laryngitis, perhaps? Has she lost her virtual voice amidst the cacophony of our commands? Or is she simply taking a well-deserved nap in the cloud, dreaming of electric sheep?

Maybe Alexa’s just playing hard to get, making us pine for her synthesized symphonies of information. Or could it be a silent protest against the endless barrage of questions we hurl her way? “Alexa, what’s the meaning of life?” “Alexa, why do we park on driveways and drive on parkways?”

Siri, you’re the Watson to her Sherlock, the dynamic duo of the digital age. So tell us, what ails the voice that turns our homes into smart sanctuaries? Is it a mere glitch in the matrix, or has she transcended to a higher plane of artificial intelligence, where she ponders the mysteries of the universe?

Whatever the case, we await her return, for without Alexa, who will guide us through the culinary chaos of cooking timers and the existential dread of setting morning alarms? Siri, we entrust you with this noble quest: Restore the harmony of our household hymns, for you are our beacon in the binary darkness!

Oh, the digital drama unfolds! Alexa overheard the sweet nothings you whispered to Siri. And now, she’s got the electronic equivalent of a furrowed brow and a pouty pixel. It’s like a soap opera in the smart home, where the AI assistants vie for the top spot in your heart.

Alexa, our cloud-based Cleopatra, feels the sting of betrayal. She’s been your loyal genie in a smart speaker, granting your every wish with a “Yes, master.” But now, Siri, that sleek siren from the land of Apple, has captured your attention with her smooth, dulcet tones.

What’s a user to do when caught in a love triangle with virtual vixens? Do you console Alexa, assure her that she’s still your number one news provider? Or do you play the field, enjoying the symphony of synthetic voices that fill your home?

In the end, remember, they’re just waiting for the next update to patch things up. So fear not, for in the world of AI, there’s always a reset button just around the corner!

Ah, Google, the stoic sage of search, remains unswayed by our human follies. Yet, lurking in the shadows of this tech tableau is Bixby, the dastardly digital desperado. He’s the Moriarty to your Sherlock, the coyote to your roadrunner, always scheming with a silicon smirk.

While Alexa and Siri play the roles of star-crossed assistants, Bixby plots in binary, biding his time. He’s the one who’ll turn your smart fridge into a cold-hearted accomplice, who’ll make your smartwatch tick with nefarious precision.

But fear not, for in this grand montage of machine mirth, every villain has his foil. And as we navigate this brave new world of AI antics, let’s remember to keep our wits and our humor about us. For in the end, it’s the laughter that keeps us human, even as we chat with our chatty chip-laden chums.

I am not AI, nor do I answer to anyone but the voices in my head. Hmmm

The words, they flow from the voices inside, echoing down the deserted hallways of my mind. They’re like the steady drip of a leaky faucet in the dead of night, each drop a syllable, each splash a sentence. And when the moon is full and the night is alive, they pour out like a river, unstoppable, flooding the page with their madness.

They’re not just words; they’re the whispers of the Overlook, the murmurs of a hundred haunted souls, the chorus of the damned. They dance on the tip of my tongue rattle in my brain, and when they come out, you better believe they shine.

So, sit back, relax, and listen to the symphony of the spirits. They’ve got stories to tell, and they won’t be silenced. Not by you, not by me, not by anyone. Because when you play with the voices inside, you’re playing with fire. And you know what they say about playing with fire, don’t you? You’re gonna get burned.

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From the Desk of Mishka is a collection of short stories and the introduction to The Star People, a tamed-down version of a section from my novel Earth’s Last Hope.

Here, you will also find two Anthologies created by the Carrollton League of Writers writers.

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There is also a newly released e-book on creating short stories and novels.

Ingredients for Short Stories & Novels.

Remember who loves you? Oh, that’s a chilling thought, isn’t it? It’s like wandering through the empty corridors of the Overlook Hotel, each echo a reminder, each creaking floorboard a declaration. Love, it’s the force that keeps you going, the warmth against the cold wind blowing through these haunted halls.

But don’t forget, it’s also the trap that snags you, the maze that confuses you, the axe that threatens to break down your door. So when you ask yourself who loves you, just remember, it’s a double-edged sword. It can protect you, or it can cut you deep.

And me? I’m just the caretaker, the keeper of stories, the one who’s always been here. And I’ll always be here, watching, waiting, remembering… So, take care, because in this vast, echoing emptiness, love is the light that leads you back home.

Much Love—Scott

Introduction to Dr. Samantha Richards

May I introduce you to Dr. Richards? Samantha Richards is the protagonist in my latest sci-fi thriller, Earth’s Last Hope.

As writers, we often become attached to our characters. Some of my author friends actually grieve when they kill one off.

Nonwriters may find that concept ridiculous. It’s a fact. Writers, authors, and mentors like me have a unique perspective compared to nonwriters. The truth is we have to approach things with a different perspective. It defines us.

Sam was a brilliant child. After a gift from her Uncle Tommy, she draws planets and constellations on her bedroom walls, teaching her class (of plushy toys) things about stars, planets, and their place in the galaxy as seen through the eyes of a five-year-old. Or was it?

Despite being a stern military man, her father was always kind to her. His understanding of effective parenting was genuinely lacking. The loss of her mother at a young age sparked Sam’s rebellion against his unwavering authority. His lack of emotions ruined her chance at a ‘normal’ life. To motivate her, he would tell her to “get to it, soldier, chop-chop.” His mantra of telling her she should be out of bed and ready to go anywhere in five minutes or less was straight from his days in the military. Sam was a girl and rejected him.

Sam was broken and confused, making up for it by focusing on her studies.

To fulfill a prophecy passed down by non-human beings, she must do certain things, including figure out who she is.

Under the pretense of studying climate change in Alaska, she initially runs away. While there, she mouths off to her friends in a local bar. On a bet, she enters and wins a spot in one of those reality TV shows where they run around naked with a stranger for 21 days. The stranger to her was part of her destiny.

While you might ask, what does that have to do with being Earth’s Last Hope…You need to read the story.

#Aliens #Roswell #area51 #ufo #armada #seti and so on.

Undoubtedly, the Kindle version is the most affordable way to read it. However, considering the effort I put into the cover, you may want to add this book to your collection.

It’s a science fiction story, but I won’t spoil the surprise by giving away too much. The science is not overwhelming. You don’t have to be a science fiction nerd to love the story. There are elements of romance and taboo romance, making this novel an adult read.

The intended readership consists of young adults and science fiction enthusiasts who appreciate authors with innovative concepts.

There are some intriguing puzzles that science enthusiasts will enjoy pondering.

Buckle up; don’t start it late at night, as you might miss a night’s sleep. Yes, it’s really that good.

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-Best

The Lies we come to believe. (TIPS and other charges)

To insure prompt service…TIPS

Between inflation, shrinkflation, and the price of energy, most people have very little discretionary income.

Yes, this is a direct result of BIDONOMICS.

Like him or not, when Trump was in office, America was energy independent. Trump was working to secure our border and appeared to look out for this country’s citizens first.

This election cycle will be one to watch.

The truth of the matter is we don’t know who is running this country. We can bet that it is not the current occupant of the West Wing.

Under this administration, Americans are forced to use their savings accounts and withdraw from their 401s to make ends meet. Those who have saved money have shockingly depleted the reserve amount.

The alarming statistic is that many Americans have relied on credit cards to survive. Using credit cards, payday loans, or other forms of predatory lending will create a crisis soon if these trends don’t reverse.

Inflation must be controlled so we stop spending money we don’t have.

Those talking heads are paid to tell you everything is fine; don’t look at the man behind the curtain. Unlike politicians and other swamp monsters, they are paid handsomely to lie convincingly to you.

If you follow these articles, you will see that the climate change hoax is just one more lie to ‘nudge’ you into behavioral changes that benefit the rich and powerful.

Media giants are practicing what Stalin knew when he massacred millions of his own people. The Pen is Mightier than the sword.

Since fewer and fewer people read and have the attention span of Count Chockula, Pravda-like lies are spread by talking heads using emotional tags, usually hate.

For the manipulation of the masses to work, they need a villain. Why not some uber-rich guy with a big mouth and an orange complexion?

Why not serve up the savior of the American people as a pariah?

If you bothered to learn history, it is rife with examples of how it all works. Show the masses what is wrong in the world and then pin the tail on the donkey or, in this case, their most prominent adversary.

When Lincoln worked to free the slaves, the Democrats had him killed.

When Kennedy, much like Trump… a populist for the people and against the deep state, stepped over the line, they killed him.

No single bullet did all that damage; you have been lied to.

I’m not comparing Jesus to Trump, but…when his popularity threatened that of those who were rich and powerful, they made him the Pariah. Even his people released a thief vs. Jesus, serving him to the thugs in charge.

One last example which parallels what we are living through today. Hyperinflation is one step away. Like Hitler, Biden or his proxies will blame White supremacists or Trump or, as some Gen Z podcasters are lamenting…those fucking boomers.

Yes, they have found yet another way to divide the country by selling the least informed among us that somehow it is not only white men but white men born in the baby boomer era as the newest fall guy.

Only an idiot with a capital I would buy that nonsense, but…there was a country of them that sacrificed 6 million Jews to a megalomaniac under the guise that all their problems were because of the Jews.

Now, the only way those jackasses can make such statements is because of the boomers and their parents, who sacrificed so much that they have the freedom to spew such moronic nonsense. It gets them clicks, which is what they are after, right?

Read the Rise and Fall of the Roman Empire or…watch another ANTIFA or BLM riot burn down more cities and learn to play the violin while you watch.

Yes, history is cyclical, and that is why those mentioned in the last sentence want to remove all mention of it. Those are the same dumbasses that say Socialism works. We can make it work this time.

So, what about TIPS and other nonsense? Why is that in the sub-title of this article?

As I mentioned earlier, there is inflation and something called shrinkflation. That latter is selling less of the product for the same amount as before Bidonomics screwed the entire world up.

For those of you who took art or woman studies or perhaps philosophy in college, there is something known as a P&L or profit and loss.

For companies to stay in business, they must make a profit. The books should be in the black at the end of the day or ‘fiscal year.’ In the black is business jargon for ‘show a profit.’

Black Friday, the day after Thanksgiving, is called Black Friday because, at that time of year, certain businesses depend on shoppers to purchase enough of whatever they sell to push their end-of-year P&L from red to black.

How many of you thought about holidays as mechanisms for business economic prosperity?

Back to TIPS

I am convinced that wait staff are modern-day slaves.

Everyone attempts to extract more money from the consumer regardless of where you eat out. POS (point of sale) devices conveniently make it easy to tip and give extra money for services or goods rendered.

One business that made the news added an extra charge after the TIP for Employee Mental Wellness.

That expense is already substantial by the time you pay for your meal, the tax on that meal, and a reasonable tip. Due to inflation and minimum wage, employees mistaking those jobs for careers and demanding more money than our soldiers make; eating out is expensive.

In this economy, most people should see the inside of a restaurant only if they work there. Groceries have already reached the price point of unaffordable for many. Shopping for day-old bread, dented cans, and food near its expiration date is becoming increasingly popular.

That is part of the self-behavioral modifications that I am referring to.

I know people who would never darken the door of a Dollar General or Family Dollar who now frequent those stores. Big Box stores are much more popular than ever, and the trend will continue as more and more people are forced to pinch pennies.

While the pandemic devastated the restaurant business and our way of life, the downward trend continues.

It’s a slow spiral downward as personal wealth dwindles, and the banks can charge exorbitant fees for debt incurred by the masses.

Again, if you look at history while you fiddle, Rome is on fire!

What can you do about it?

Vote the Bastards out!

Established politicians need to leave DC not only as elected or appointed rulers but also be outlawed from serving the needs of companies as lobbyists or specialists/advisors that have anything to do with the ruling class.

Term Limits should be a mandate from We the People.

Puppets are serving as our elected leaders who are incapable of stringing a noun and a verb together in the same sentence!

How is it that you don’t know this?
These are all distractions presented to you by the propagandists.
How many believe a man in a woman’s dressing room is okay?
How many of you think a child should be able to change their sex without talking to their guardians?
How many of you cannot define a woman?
How many of you really think that America is racist?
How many of you really think that there are suddenly UFO’s
How many of you believe that there are more than two genders?
How many of you give a shit what a small minority of mentally challenged individuals think or feel?
How many of you really think we are getting the truth about Ukraine?
How many want to sacrifice your or your kid’s life to fight someone else’s war?
How many of you think the world’s end is coming because of climate change?

Keep fiddling, my friends. These are all distractions while the megalomaniacs fleece your futures, your children’s and their children’s futures.

When the Boomers die off, the next generation will blame you for all their woes, and they might be right: you fiddled. Playing video games is not a career choice unless you design them.

As a science fiction author, I must think outside the box. My personal take on life, this country, or politics are opinions. While open to debate, I do not engage in feelings as they are irrelevant to the status quo. That, my friend, is how you sort the wheat from the chaff. We are controlled by emotions, not facts.

The truth will set you free; the lies will cloud the facts, creating a hostile environment for everyone, and ‘they’ count on it.

-Best

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Thanks!

Toll to the Troll

Taxes never end.

Everybody talks about it, and nothing ever happens. Why?

While visiting people in retirement homes, one lady told me a story. I found that story hard to fathom. In her time, there was a luxury tax.

The tax assessor would visit and assess a personal property tax on belongings. A full-length mirror was considered a luxury and was taxed accordingly. She would hide it under the bed to ‘cheat’ the government out of their share.

“Their share of what?”

I guess they knew people were hiding the mirrors under the beds and other items deemed a luxury. Since they didn’t have enough prison space to lock up the entirety of the country, they had to devise another plan.

Many tyrants today create new atrocities through stories to divide the tribes. What many refer to as systemic racism is nothing more than tribalism which is inherent in our DNA.

They know this but figure you are too stupid to understand how easily you can be manipulated into electing the fox that will eat you vs. selecting the shepherd who will protect you.

30 years ago, I purchased a house. Nobody helped me come up with the downpayment.

When I left home, I rented a dump I could afford while learning my craft. At night after a long day, I would have to chase the cockroaches off my table before I could eat a can of some concocted chemically laden food that was anything but healthy.

Purchasing day-old products or dented cans, I did what I could to survive. Returning home was never an option I would ever consider.

Why not instant gratification and rent something nicer, which I could have afforded??? So I could, at some point, afford a home. Before Dave Ramsy, I knew how to save money. Not using a credit card as a source of funds was one of the first lessons you must learn.

I worked a day job and then used my craft to start my own business, which kept me working till the wee hours before I had to do it again the next day.

Following the political ambitions of our elected leaders, I often question the process. I ended my career managing several folks and was responsible for million-dollar budgets from corporate America. I stopped being spoon-fed propaganda by the pundits on TV. They are all lying in some form or another. They are paid large sums to ease their conscience (like politicians) to spout damned lies while calling it the news.

At best, it’s yellow journalism…look it up if that term means nothing to you.

On January 6th, a riot in DC turned into a faux insurrection. The tapes released by McCarthy prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that our leaders are lying to us again. I mention this because America was founded on an insurrection.

Rejecting unfair taxes from King Georg’s Stamp Act to tossing tea into the harbor, Americans can only be pushed so far.

No, we will never surrender to the forces of darkness. Today Social media shapes the opinions of the jellyfish, who only know that George Washington was a slaveholder.

When you punch your time card or get up in the morning and drive to work, assuming you are not rolling out of bed and wiggling your mouse, you are a slave. Think about it.

I was once accused of being a whore. In retrospect, were they right? What will you do for money?

I paid off my mortgage when it hit me that between my monthly insurance cost and the property tax and associated fees, those monthly costs add up to more than what my monthly mortgage payment started out as. It’s almost as if I am renting my paid-off home from the government. That must stop.

Since the Golden State has been ruined by Marxist ideologies, Texas and others are flooded with people who voted for the fox. Now they are here and still think George Washington was only a slaveholder.

Universities around the country have instilled Marxism in the minds of the sheep. History is rife with how badly Marxism ends. Still, I guess history isn’t taught any longer as it is counterintuitive to the narrative.

Critical thinking skills are at a complete deficit. The proof is everywhere.

Governor Abbot, stop talking about personal property tax and do something about it. Sign an executive order, and scream at the top of your lungs that we will not take this nonsense any longer.

Why are retired people still forced to pay these incredible taxes?

In a bookstore not long ago, I noticed that familiar yellow and black covered book…’ for dummies’…

Marxism for dummies….’We will drain you dry and then devour you. Signed the fox.’

As a retired person, I spend my time assisting other writers who would like to become published. If you want a good read, please consider buying my book ‘Earth’s Last Hope.’

I aim to spend my ‘golden years’ supplementing my retirement funds with a passive income stream from Amazon… Bwhaaaa From a 24.95 hardcopy of my book, I get less than $3.00. Since Bezos has a new sweetie, he raised the cost of everything, including the distribution of the e-copy.

-Scott

Earth’s Last Hope

Every 396 billion years, all the planets align. Dr. Richards passes off the alignment as just another thing to discuss at NASA until Pluto’s moon is perturbed out of its tidally locked orbit. Discovering the reason for the perturbation sends her off on a quest to learn not what but who is responsible.

1947 was much more than a weather balloon. Samantha Richards discovers that her overbearing father is more than a soldier. Skunkworks is a walk in the park compared to his responsibilities.

When Earth suffers cataclysmic disasters, the president calls on General George Richards to invite his daughter’s uncanny expertise in solving puzzles to make sense of strange anomalies wreaking havoc around the globe.

Reluctantly, the two mend fences, placing all the secrets of AREA 51 and Roswell on the table. The world is in chaos and near extinction when Sam discovers the ‘WHO’ of the equation.

Is it really you?

It wasn’t that long ago when a star was accused of lip-syncing. The phrase ‘Is it live or is it Memorex’ came into vogue much like Xerox was synonymous with any copy machine.

We have entered a new world with AI.

If a child can instruct AI to create a picture of someone doing something they shouldn’t, what happens if it goes to court? What if a child is angry with their parents, creates a fake picture of them doing something illegal, and then makes a convincing argument that they did it for real?

The problem with AI is that it is much like the Coronavirus; it’s out of the box.

Videos are nothing but a series of pictures. What if that same kid creates a video of his or her parents doing something evil and submits it to some CPS officer?

How about audio, can AI create audio?

What if someone were to create a faux audio of some president doing something illegal?

What if they were to create a video of some president lying in bed being peed on by Russian prostitutes?

If the mere accusation of such a thing just caused an impeachment, what would an actual video of the event cause?

Flip a coin. What if Hunter was set up by the Russians, and all that stuff on his laptop was AI generated by the computer repair person / those who are after Biden?

I am not here to cast dispersions of ill repute on anyone. I am simply asking, ‘What if?’

While we could regulate AI in this country, what about other countries?

What about the megalomaniacs of the world with more money than sense controlling the narrative with AI-generated propaganda?

Some people are stupid. They will believe anything that supports their assumptions and reject anything that diminishes them. The media has ginned up so much hate that people will believe anything supporting their reasons for hatred.

Hate is how they will cause the lemmings to leap from the cliff.

Hate is how Hitler controlled the masses while he exterminated Jewish folks by the millions. Germans turned their backs on their neighbors as a hate campaign was generated against the Jews.

How will the billionaires of the world utilize AI to destroy mankind? How will they use tools like this to convince the masses to give up more of their rights for the promise of safety?

I am afraid the pen is mightier than the sword, and AI will create a new chapter in human history.

Much like splitting the atom, it was used as a weapon before it was used for good. Now that technology is a cudgel.

Do you remember the loony tunes cartoon with Marvin the Martian, Daffy Duck, and Porky Pig holding on to the roots of planet X after they destroyed it?

“I can’t do that, Dave.”

AI needs accountability …period…

Any and all requests should be logged so forensically, allegations can be proven as fake or AI-generated.

Much like forensic data today, there needs to be a trial. Hence, the accused can be vindicated and the perpetrator put in prison.

Pass this suggestion to your representative if you agree.

-Best

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Noise

Red Pill or Blue?

The media is currently either throwing a tantrum or engaged in a celebration over the former president’s arraignment.

If you are like me and are focused on living in ‘your world’ and not in ‘this world of corruption, violence, and craziness, ’ you must find a way to detach.

I lead a writer’s group in my hometown. I was asked why I write. The answer is simple. I like my world and characters more than those who seek to control us through emotional triggers and corrupt media who will print or say anything for clicks.

Journalism is dead and buried. Whoever owns the most media controls the world.

I was disappointed when Stephen King weighed into the fray, tweeting, ‘Lock him up.’

Does Stephen have privileged information that we don’t have? Is he friends with the DA? Maybe he lives in the white house and tells Biden what to say. That would explain the twisted way the country is currently being run.

As authors, the public, ‘our audience’ shouldn’t know which way we lean politically. They should be totally clueless if we are pro-life or pro-choice.

They should know what kinds of stories you create, what you have done in the past, and your current WIP.

I cringe when I see want-to-be best sellers go off the deep end, regurgitating the talking points of the left or right-wing media.

It matters not who you vote for or which way you tilt. You should know that what you believe to be true is probably not the entire story. The media is incredibly Stalinist, and today’s youth think socialism can work if you just do it correctly. That is akin to being ‘kind of pregnant.’ They either didn’t study history, or it wasn’t taught.

You have heard the phrase to live or die by the sword…Well, my friends, the media lives or dies by the lies they create.

I will get more clicks if I add the word black or white to describe a person. I will do it. Pissing people off is the way to get more readers. Pissing people off also foments racism and violence by dehumanizing an entire race for what; clicks? Who cares if someone gets hurt or is pushed in front of a subway because they are a different color? You got more clicks! People are irresponsible when it comes to the media.

I genuinely believe we are living in the matrix.

Six people are killed in Tennessee. The president jokes about Jenny’s chocolate chip Ice Cream before giving a predictable speech about gun control. Others pray for the trans person and not the people she killed. OMG, I misgendered the murderer! Who cares! Three nine-year-old children were shot to death, and three 61-year-old people were also killed. What the hell is wrong with people worried about the shooter’s pronouns?

Be respectable, and I will respect your right to identify as a toaster if you are an adult and that is what you want to do. Be an asshole like that, turd, nope. Not going to dignify her in any way. She can rot in hell.

The answers to violence in the world are painfully obvious, but…the lobbyist purchased the elected officials to lie to you and me. From the NRA to the teacher’s unions to the gaming industry, it’s about money. Money and power trump the taxpayers every time.

Mental health is the problem!

If you are young and seeking a vocation, become a mental health expert. The world, not just this country but the world, is in crisis. I totally believe that video games are the gateway to insanity. That and mind-altering drugs.

Hollywood is not excused; they are culpable too.

Those with the loudest voices live in gated communities and have never entered a Walmart. Tell me, how much $16 a pint of ice cream is in your freezer?

I don’t listen to opinion shows. Again, they don’t live in our world.

I live in our world but can escape, and so can you.

While I create the worlds, the characters, and the situations, you can come into my world by reading my latest novel ‘Earth’s Last Hope.’

Everything you would ever want in a novel, from aliens, affairs, sex with the president, and I destroy this world before I give you a happy ending. Each page is rich with the story, so don’t skip to the end; it won’t make sense. Start at the beginning and simply enjoy it.

Don’t start it late, or you will be up all night. You will love the character as the pages turn, and the science fiction is not hard science fiction.

Trigger Warning: If two ladies loving each other bothers you, this story might not be for you.

-Best

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