tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86047924458667725992024-03-13T06:05:47.834-04:00American ApocalypseWhere vision meets post-crash black noir. The story of life after the world economic system crashes and American society begins the gradual slide into universal third world squalor and violence.novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.comBlogger498125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-48973170088164769852012-04-25T05:11:00.000-04:002012-04-25T05:11:25.904-04:00A Fan's youtube video of AA II was sent this and thought it was pretty damn awesome.
novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-2065027170971736662012-03-19T16:49:00.000-04:002012-03-19T16:49:50.446-04:00It's all about the money - novaI watched her sort through it as she muttered, "bill, bill, mine, trash, bill, another god damn bill" and drop each one in its pile on the granite counter top of the island that ran through the middle of the kitchen. I knew she knew I was watching but that wasn't important. What was important to her was what she was working up to and I knew it was not going to be pleasant. Once I novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-57703901079272582872012-03-18T09:33:00.002-04:002012-03-18T09:33:37.959-04:00It's all about the money -novaI was laying there, laptop balanced on my chest, thinking about maybe looking at some porn. It was a tough choice, porn, economic, or war news? All of which were bad news though they all shared the same root; money, and degradation of others by the few. Cheery stuff when you thought about it that way which I usually didn't. I mean, why bother? It was all happening to other people and novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-23340637130987020482012-03-17T09:50:00.002-04:002012-03-17T09:50:58.450-04:00It's All About The MoneyI was in my office, stretched out on the too short couch with my feet hanging over the end. Our cat was busy annoying me by chasing invisible mice around the room and up the walls. I suppose it was his way of telling me I needed to feed him. He was right, usually I had fed him by now, several hours of by now, but I really didn't feel like going downstairs, opening a can, realizing novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-26591375953772916002012-03-14T16:26:00.000-04:002012-03-14T16:26:03.759-04:00AA I and II are on Audible for your Listening PleasureI found out today that AA I and II have been released as audio files. It was a little strange listening to the sample and hearing my words spoken out loud.
They're on audible.com
American Apocalypse I AKA The Collapse Begins
American Apocalypse II AKA Wastelands
They are also longer -- as in hours long. That surprised me for some reason.
Thanks,
novanovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-12651440254095411822012-01-28T12:35:00.003-05:002012-01-28T12:35:37.077-05:00Gardener Winter is available on KindleThe paper will follow in a week or two.
Click here to see it on Amazon
Thanks for reading!
novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-51368451040147169262012-01-26T14:01:00.000-05:002012-01-26T14:01:15.665-05:00In the Mean Time....This should be out on Amazon in a week or two.
"The Unknown" became "Gardener Winter" with some rewrites.
novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-68051010763468016892012-01-26T13:46:00.001-05:002012-01-26T13:46:43.937-05:00And So It EndsIt has been real but it's time I moved on to another project. One of my other interests is WWII and the role of the German security forces in the Holocaust an anti-partisan operations. I have a couple of theories on how I think it was done that have not been researched and I want to pursue them. I have already written 200 pages on the subject and I would like to finish it.
novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-23422257402027495312012-01-18T13:16:00.002-05:002012-01-18T13:16:27.741-05:00I am stopping work on The Contractor.Hello,
I have had to stop writing posts for "The Contractor" while I finish "Gardener Winter." Hopefully I will have that done very soon.
Thanks for reading!
novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-77010143418922444072012-01-11T22:04:00.000-05:002012-01-11T22:06:48.630-05:00The Contractor - Part 4c - by novaThere was a bit of an awkward pause after that. Times like this always made me wish I had a beer in my hand and two or three in me. He broke it by asking, and I didn't miss the underlying maliciousness, "So you have no clue about what is expected of you and what we're doing?"
"No."
He crossed his legs like a girl and looked down at his left shoe, it did have a nice shine, and told me, "novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-47719833732372209532012-01-10T18:37:00.001-05:002012-01-10T18:37:10.780-05:00The Contractor - Part 4b - by novaThere wasn't much to look at. I mean it wasn't bad -- it just looked old fashioned. I mean nothing was shiny or black or new looking. It was freshly painted in semi gloss white and smelled like it had just been done. Industrial strength gray carpet, a counter that ran the length of the back wall, one potted plant, I thought was a nice touch, a ficus was my guess, and no inventory.
Mynovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-76920430611715759972012-01-08T07:50:00.000-05:002012-01-10T17:41:03.029-05:00The Contractor - Part 4a - by NovaWe walked, well, he did, I kind of followed.
"So...where we going?"
"To our new emporium."
I thought about that. I had no clue what he meant. So I told him. He looked at me, and said, "Lost without Google I suppose. Our new store."
"Okay. What's it like?"
"You'll see."
"Not big on talking" I thought. Not a problem. I could do that too. We walked for about ten minutes. We were novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-58210275261680561372012-01-07T07:07:00.005-05:002012-01-08T07:06:18.086-05:00The Contractor - Part 4 - by novaI put my life on rewind and started it again from my apartment. A quick shower, fresher clothes, a beer, and I was ready to do this thing. I even got there early enough to get some coffee but Mongolian girl was now where to be seen.
Instead of sitting in one of the chairs I found a seat on the granite planter that outlined a flower bed and tree in front of the deli. I was goingnovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-35047071005043906942012-01-06T21:17:00.001-05:002012-01-06T21:19:02.230-05:00How I would Break an Anti-Government OrganizationThere are a couple of ways to do this. Do not picture a single monolithic organization. Overlapping circles of different sizes and colors would be more accurate.
First all the circles would need to be informed of what the objective is, why it is important to succeed in general using standard buzz words. Funding would be released, in this case I am assuming substantial novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-77979553050303830992012-01-06T16:14:00.001-05:002012-01-06T16:39:22.809-05:00The Contractor - Part 3c - by novaHe shifted gears and asked, "Do you know Jesus?"
I told him, "Not really. I like Buddha. He seems a lot more relaxed." He looked at me intently, I could see the different clouds of replies blowing through the back of his eyes, he went with, "Okay." There was a bit of a pause which I spent looking at his coffee and really wishing I had a cup, a large one. My brain felt like it was encased novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-55842360955756653132012-01-05T21:10:00.002-05:002012-01-06T15:40:17.404-05:00The Contractor - Chapter 3b - by novaI made sure I set the alarm clock for 8:00 am and woke up late. Real late. I remembered hearing it, I remembered telling myself it was time to get up, and that was all I remembered. I rolled out of the platform bed, I like them low to the ground because its easier to fall into them when you're really drunk, and it doesn't hurt as much when you fall out of them, scrambling for clothes while novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-28433223734042122542012-01-04T16:54:00.001-05:002012-01-04T16:54:57.510-05:00The Contractor - Part 3a - by novaI ended up going out for something to eat. "Man can't live on beer" I told myself but I sure have tried. There was a deli in the next building that made a decent priced bacon an egg bagel and with a large cup of iced coffee I was set for the day. Next to beer I found grease to be an important part of a balanced diet. I knew that would need to change someday but novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-26050494395942560292012-01-04T09:29:00.000-05:002012-01-04T13:40:48.958-05:00The Contractor - Part 3a - by novaI got home safely. A relief in itself. I lived in what had supposed to have been a building full of luxury condo's that had never sold. Somebody, I didn't know who, or really care, had converted them to apartments. Mine was the "basic" model which meant I had less square feet and my view was the wrong way. I did have stainless steel appliances and granite counter tops which gave the novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-82229256051566194292012-01-02T17:54:00.002-05:002012-01-02T17:54:52.917-05:00The Contractor - Part 3 - by NovaThat was it! Saying "Yes" opened the doors for me and all that remained was doing my journey in reverse. Agent Johnson left me telling me he would be in touch and it wasn't until I got home that I realized he hadn't asked for my cell number. There were two different but still bored people who processed me out. Not a lot to that. They dropped a plastic ziplock bag in front of me and stared at me. novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-25592718536499997422012-01-01T21:14:00.001-05:002012-01-01T21:46:47.091-05:00The Contractor - Part 2e - by nova I swallowed hard when he said that. I tried again, "Look Agent Johnson. There is a mix up here. I'm not ... I mean I didn't do this. I can..." He cut me off, telling me, "Save it. I don't care. Let me tell you what I have and then we can talk or I can have you transferred to Central Holding at MPD and you can be in front of the Magistrate in an hour." He grinned, it wasn't a warm one but henovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-33069579938205788012012-01-01T09:20:00.001-05:002012-01-01T20:24:35.823-05:00The Contractor - Part 2d - by novaI was led into a small room, uncuffed, and told to sit down and someone would be with me shortly. My first thought was, "Thank God they didn't give me a backless paper gown to wear!" The room, if it had a poster or two of big pharma pimping a product, and a cabinet would have been my doctors exam room. It was as cold as that room too. You would thing the Feds could afford to heat it novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-55440406713437322012011-12-30T19:59:00.002-05:002011-12-30T19:59:51.999-05:00The Contractor - Part 2c - by novaWe stopped for a second at the guard post so the driver could show ID, then he kicked it down the slope and into the garage. I thought he went a little too fast but I didn't share my concern with my escorts. "Serve them right if they ran into somebody" was my thought. They didn't of course. I would have been surprised if they had.
We pulled in front of a gate, really a big novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-53017463436409925612011-12-28T19:06:00.001-05:002011-12-28T19:06:35.665-05:00The Contractor - Part 2b - by novaThey wouldn't shut up about football. "Hey Johnson." So that was the black agents name, "I need tomorrow off. I got to run my kid to the dentist."
"Fine. Submit it and I'll sign off on it when I come in. And Smith..."
"Yeah boss."
"Don't forget. Stealing time is the same as stealing money."
Smith didn't say anything in reply. I waited for the laughter. None came. Well, at least itnovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-82428541153237036332011-12-28T15:15:00.002-05:002011-12-28T16:40:15.853-05:00The Contractor - Part 2a - by novaThey finished tossing the room, it didn't take long as it wasn't very big, it was mostly bed, which I noticed they didn't look under. My mom always made us look under the bed before we checked out of a room when we were on vacation. She also checked every drawer. Mom could have taught these guys how to do this right. Mom might be getting a phone call from me very novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604792445866772599.post-29663957525302843872011-12-28T09:13:00.000-05:002011-12-28T09:13:16.318-05:00You Really Think It Was All An Accident?This is an an excerpt. Click here to read the rest.
It works like this... The most important assets for a free people are
time and leisure. Once you have that, then you can develop the ability
to think critically, to analyze facts, events, trends, and to become
aware of the dynamics that operate within a social system.
In a society, once a large-enough segment of the novahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02324749633489670413noreply@blogger.com3