Realistic Fiction ya Think?

Could be Yushua's Mother in 'The Passionate Jihadist'.

Totally Pumped. Will be at The Booksmith in Haight-Ashbury at 10:00 am on Saturday! Be there . . .  or . . . be square.

Charged for ISIS Photo's

We have all witnessed the passion some feel regarding the 2nd Amendment. Would the same hold true for the 1st if this played out in the good old US of A? What are the folks up to in France? See no Evil, Feel no Evil?

PARIS (AP) — French prosecutors filed preliminary charges Thursday against far-right leader Marine Le Pen for tweeting brutal images of Islamic State violence, in a new blow to a woman long seen as the face of Europe's anti-immigrant populism.

Colorado to California

February 22, 2018 at 11:31 AM

When will you be in the Frisco area?

Plans are set for me to touch down in San Francisco on Friday the 2nd. Will be at the Koret Auditorium, Sunday the 4th. Please contact me if you're interested in Meet and Greets. I love Book Clubs in the Napa area!

Khaled Hosseini, standing offer . . . lunch on me.

Oh Those Typo's

Was traveling in Colorado and landed in Steamboat Springs. Now that would be the home of the Bud Werner Memorial Library. Best library I've ever been to. Anyways . . . I was reading this periodical and walla . . . a misspelling. Had to drive 'em nut I suppose.

The Feeling of Killin'

     Juma Gul tied the mule to a beam partially buried under rubble created after a missile struck a school. Ghwazz would have to wait for the water he needed. The boys sprang from the cart and ran hard down the lane to the street which led to the front of the police station. Many people crowded the walkway. Several small boys were playing tag, making it difficult for burka clad women to get by.

     Aga was not keeping up. He had one hand in his pocket holding something heavy. He lost his chitrali in the crowd, and found it only after it had been stepped on by many shuffling feet. He planted it awkwardly on his head with one hand.

     “Come on Aga, hurry. We have to find her.”

     When Aga looked up, he saw Juma Gul running down the street. He took several steps before freezing. It was him. He saw enough of the beard to know. Hate welled up in him, born of pain and degradations which had been thrust upon him. He remembered the rough hands, and how the man always demanded his money back. The man would growl that it was Aga’s fault for letting it slip out. It was always his fault because he was loose and used up. His dancing was so horrible, the man would claim, it never got hard anyways. But it did. The pain proved the lie.

     His hand squeezed hard on the pistol in his pocket, and everything slowed down.

He saw himself walking to the red beard. He heard the air rush into his nostrils. The man was squatting next to his scooter watching for Mammy’s approach. The Kalashnikov hung from Red Beard’s neck on a jagged cord. The predator scanned the crowd waiting to strike with violence. He believed he was defending Allah, and all Muslims, from unacceptable behavior. Glory was to be his. He saw her approaching from a distance. A sound, an uncertain feeling caused him to turn toward Aga. “Ah, it is you. What is it you want? More of me? Go now. I have business.”

     Aga pulled the pistol out of his pocket and breathed harder. He pointed it at the man. He hated the red beard and the man it covered.

     “Oh look at you, little boy with a little gun, and a bottom too big to be a dancing boy.” A wolf like grin crept across his face. “Do you think your little gun scares me? I only see Paradise in its barrel. Be gone, or else I will really make you squirm the next time we… play. You like to feel my fists on your head when we do it. I know these things.”

     After the gun fired, it clattered from Aga’s hands onto the walkway. Smoke blew back into his face. He smelled the gunpowder. Sounds came to him as if he had stuck his head into a spent shell casing. Words became tinny and hard to hear. Aga felt bodies bumping him while he watched the blood spot grow bigger and bigger. The man that the gun shot starting making chewing motions like a camel gnawing grass.

     Red Beard stared hard at nothing. He clutched at his chest. He stumbled backwards, falling over his scooter. The would-be jihadist felt something sticky on his hands before seeing the deep blue sky. Had it always been so blue he wondered? A ring of darkness closed in on him as a crowd formed.

Some pointed, and one skinny man under a large turban yelled that he saw it all. Before the police arrived, the entire crowd decided that they had seen the man trip over his scooter, and shoot himself. An unseen hand had snatched the gun from the walk and left the area. It was good to find such a valuable item in crowded Kabul.

     Aga heard screaming, and felt bodies bumping against him. Then he focused on Juma Gul, who had him by the shoulders shaking him. Everything had happened so fast. Juma Gul spun Aga around, and the boys raced to the lane and Ghwazz.

     When Aga crawled up onto the wagon he was much older.

AR-15's First Kill

The first thing killed by the AR-15 was Common Sense. Proud of them Protesters exercising their 1st Amendment Rights to get after that nasty 2nd Amendment.

And the Winner is . . .

Sweet Jesus . . . I bumped into a bonafide, New York Times Best Selling Author. Any guesses? Be first to post his identity on this blog and you win your choice of JusThis or Brand of Justice. Them be good books I tell you! 

Iranian Woman trumps Lohan with a Brave-heart

Both sides to the old Hijab Issue. Gotta admit to being skeptical. I mean, when your Lindsay Lohan, it's all about generating attention. It's what all starlets are about. If she moved to Afghanistan, married into the culture, now that would erase all my doubts. 

Voice of Dissent

Received this yesterday. Agree or Disagree, I like the idea that ideas like this can be expressed. Freedom of Expression Big-time! Now with the internet, ideas arrive from all over this big, bad earth we all call home.

If  you  had  your  wedding  thing  in .. Yemen ( say ) , how  would  

you  like  the  Pentagon  to  DRONE  BOMB  YOUR  RECEPTION

.. like  at  your  casino  meal  thing  ?  ?   That's  what  the  

Pentagon  does  with  the  fortune  $  those  scum  LOOT  FROM  

U.S.  CITIZENs , and .. the  voters  do  NOT  hear  about  that  stuff  

unless  you  do  research .

Keeping Up with Brian Klems

He wrote 'Oh Boy, You're having A Girl: A Dad's Survival Guilde to raising Daughters', he also is plenty busy with blogging - trainers - and, well raising a family. Did I mention he also holds down the Fort at the Writers Digests? Anyways . . . nice to have spent time with him in St. Paul.

Act of Bravery sending Kids to School

An American flag at a Utah high school was torn down Thursday and replaced by the flag of the Islamic State militant group, also known as ISIS, police confirmed.

The words “ISIS is comin” were also spray painted on the school’s wall, leading investigators to believe that someone had tried to write “ISIS is coming,” but had been forced to flee before finishing.

Compare & Contrast

No matter how ya look at it . . . Kids Suffer. Palestine is the worlds most unsafe place for children. You get the feeling America is catching up.

My Culture is Better than Yours!

The Price of thee ol' 2nd Amendment . . . Pain and Suffering.

Some find solace in referring to Muslims as 'Primitive Dark Ages' kinda folks. Back in 2014 the Peshawar School Massacre occurred. 150 killed. Then apparently nothing. Well, a more prosperous, Westernized Country has experienced 8 School Shootings so far in 2018 alone. This country is gunning for the dubious honor of maintaining its #1 Rank for School Slaughters in the World. So perhaps, this more advanced society should be careful - when it points its finger - on The World Stage.  

Fatima

Looks like we really did it this time. You and your bravery are the noor of my eyes.

Many Thanks Abdul

Like I said, if you are going to write about something . . . Welcome it into your life. I tested Abdul's patience, I suppose, with a million and one questions. It was worth it. Kofta anyone? Checkout the menu on the wall. Totally lost me, but like I said, Abdul took care of me. We are now friends.

The Water Spring of The Holy Man

This vision was shared by a holy man with his tribe who lived on what was called the Muddy Water. The Whites later named it the Missouri River.

I feel an incursion of human beings coming and nothing can stop them. Their skin is hideous and pale and ghastly, and the men have hairy faces like the face of a wolf. They are not kind. They are savages, cruel and unfeeling. They have no reverence for our places, nor for our holy Mother Earth. And they kill and destroy all things and make the land desolate. They have many dreadful customs.

What can we learn from this vision? I would think a degree of humility which acts as a govern on our egos. Only then will we arrive at the destination known universally as the truth. This will result in better tomorrows.

Never believe

Oh the places I'll go to uncover the truth. You see . . . if you're going to write about it, you need to: See it, Feel it and get to Totally know it. Well I'm during just that and as they say, the proof is in the pudding, no I mean picture. I'll post sooner than later if this works out for me.

Love All Your Comments!

Geez, I sure hope not...

I won the Writers Award and Tom Brady came in second. Guess I should've said Im'ma feeling like Nick Foles. This is in response to a comment on my previous post.

Im'ma feeling like Tom Brady!

Just Notified 'The Passionate Jihadist' was awarded First Prize as a Master Novel. Excited and many heart-felt Thank You's go out to the wonderful Catherine York for all her hard work.