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June 12, 2020

I’ve never been able to shut my mouth.  I chew with my mouth open, I cough and sneeze with nary a restraint and I blurt out whatever thought comes into my mind.  J/K on the chewing, sneezing and coughing.  Not kidding about that last one.

I’ve never been able to suppress my anger when bullying is at hand.  Nobody should.  When I hear about child abuse or even see a movie where a child is harmed it takes me days, if not weeks to get over the despair.  I cried myself to sleep the other night after watching one of the more violent protesters on TV torture a white dog, and I still can’t get the image out of my mind.  You might wonder how a tender-heart like me is capable of writing a book about serial killers.  The answer?  I hate bullying.  Serial killers are bullies.  So I have a hard time keeping my mouth shut when it comes to groups of bullies like Antifa or Black Lives Matter.  Because what matters?  Children. Animals.   People....

February 14, 2019

The ginormous Elephant in the room, or on any cable news channel these days is no longer overlooked.  It looms so large you can’t avoid stepping in it—a mammoth pile of elephant dung.  It fouls almost every conversation and story aired on almost every channel.  The elephant’s name?  Racism.

My immediate family is diverse.  We have the token blacks and browns, the evocative LGBTQ representation, the cursory Pacific Islander and the perfunctory Chinese.  And… I guess I should mention, though I’ll probably be criticized for it… we also have boring ole’ Caucasians in our midst.

I watched a person interviewed on TV tonight state that he is colorblind.  He said he looks at people like, well, people.  When he was badly ridiculed for his obvious lies, I flinched.   Because I too am guilty.  I don’t dare to say I’m colorblind.  I see color and dead people.   Okay, maybe not dead people, because ghosts are colorless, unless of course they...

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