Full Color Man

Full Color Man

I made a comment today on Facebook, in public, where I proclaimed myself to be a racist. I can tell you frankly that it was an exhilarating experience. I haven’t felt that good since I divorced my second ex-wife. Ever since Shaft entered the White House the standard attack on anyone disagreeing with the Liberal Democratic flawed political theory has been to label the person a racist. Now being called a racist is a catch 22. One has to immediately try to claim they cannot see color while staring right at it. And the rules identifying a racist are as complex as an Emeril recipe. If you identify any race you’re a racist. If you dislike Obamacare, you’re a racist. If you use the word Kool Aid, and you’re white you’re a racist. By the way, when did Kool Aid become a black thing. I like Kool Aid. Does this mean I can’t drink it any more? If you write any article such as this one addressing the issue head on you’re a racist. Ok! I’m a racist!

Know what? Ain’t nothing you can do about it but hate on me. What are my real feelings about race? Actually I don’t care. Do I think white people are somehow better, more intelligent, or more elevated than other races? Whitey please! All I got to do is look at my family to know that boat don’t float. Prejudice is where you use a prearranged set of criteria that you automatically place on a group, or culture ignoring any positive input you may get beyond that preconceived model. Not only am I a racist I am prejudiced against one group of people. People from California. I mean, I like the sun and wine, and I even like to talk with them, but I wouldn’t want one of them to marry my sister.

People like Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton have made careers driving wedges between people. They are relighting the Civil War (from the Hamptons.) On the other side of the political spectrum Dr. John David Manning lives in Harlem. I get a lot of entertainment out of Jackson. He is so unfamiliar with the English language that Tim Conway Jr. actually has a radio game where he plays a clip of Jackson talking and the first caller who can correctly identify what he was trying to say wins! Typical line is something like, “Ala aka relle ruh ruh ruh,” and I think he was trying to say, “White folks are bad.”

In the 70’s I wrote my first published song. It was for a soul group. Boy, I dated myself there, didn’t I. It was called, “Full Color Man.” The tag line was, “In a black and white world I’m a full color man.” I AM a full color man. I simply appreciate the differences in all people, and I don’t kiss their asses to do it. Do I date black chicks? No. I like five foot Scottish chicks, so, yes, I must be a racist.

The good news is that most thinking people see through this crap. People like Dr. Manning, Byron Antoine Wesley and Tommy Sotomayor have a firm grasp on this racist nonsense and they are all as black as a cup of coffee! They are not the only ones. By proclaiming myself a racist I have freed myself from the shackles of ignorance. I’ve taken the sword from the hands of small minded liberals who can’t formulate a viable argument and it gives them some sort of sexual release to call a guitar player from Austin a racist. Hey, I’ll take any sex I can get, ok?

One such person challenged me with the racist title not long ago. I had said while it was true that all men are created equal, time and tears will invariably make one more equal than the other. Bada bing bada boom…here come da racist card! So, I put forth a situation for my liberal friend’s consideration, and I did this carefully because she was cute and I was trying to get her drunk at the time. Yeah, I’m a Chauvinist, too. Anyway, I proposed to her two babies being born in the same hospital on the same day. Then I told her to leap forward twenty years. One became a team leader in a large call center while the other peddled crack in continence store parking lots. Were they still equal. She leaped on it. “There you go! Just because the kid is black you assume he’s heading for the streets!” I let her know that I didn’t tell her WHICH kid was in the parking lot. (Told you I didn’t have any style with women.)

So, my advice is when someone calls you a racist just agree with them. You get a wonderful “deer in the headlights” look that is priceless. They’re looking forward to seeing you try to talk yourself out of the racist barrel and when you fill that barrel with warm water and take a bath in it you become truely clean, and free. And you that’s one more idiot you don’t have to put up with. A liberal who doesn’t know who they are, and sure as HELL don’t know who you are. Be a full color man.

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Sheep, Goats, and the Libertarian Party

Goats, Sheep, and Libertarians

The Libertarian party is in need of a great realignment. The stated philosophy of liberty for all has proven to be the undoing of the very foundation of what was a great rebirth of American concepts. To be very blunt it is not a party at present but more of a country club. Let me define that a bit more. A country club is reasonably organized. The party is more like a biker bar. The very idea that delegates can assemble for three days and not even construct a platform stating what the party stands for and what agendas the majority wishes to forward should be a huge red flag. This is the reason Wendy Davis isn’t worried about us. This is the reason Gregg Abbott already has his change of address cards for his expected move to the Governor’s mansion.

The reason you have a party is because there is strength in numbers. Five hundred people running in five hundred different directions will never prevail. This “non-aggression” talk is a bunch of nonsense. If you are going to take state offices, if you are going to change policy, if you are going to win elections you must be aggressive, positive, and single minded. Our opponents have dominated Austin far too long and I hate to be the one to tell you this but before we can run the pond we are going to have to knock someone OFF the lilly pad. The Republicans and Democrats are so much alike I’m surprised there are separate restrooms at the capitol. And they aren’t worried about us.When you say the word Libertarian the general public sees a sea of tin foil hats because that’s what we are. We’re the idiots trying to work out trade agreements with the cartels. Wait, I take that back. That was Obama. We’re the ones wanting free bus service across the border.

Speaking of busses, Kathie Glass is barnstorming Texas in a bus right now and there is a contingent of malcontents doing everything they can possibly do to pop the wheels on that bus! And they don’t even care that they are derailing our efforts to redirect Texas into the 21st century. We need a unified front. If you can’t understand that you need go get out right now because you will do more damage with your Willie Wonka mindset than any good that we could possibly distill from your sour mash of disoriented thoughts. And yes, I’m not what you have come to know as a Libertarian. When you support the freedom to run naked down the street with a joint hanging out of your mouth I’m the one who will call you out.

Kathie has said Texas is a battleground state and it is. We are being invaded by immigrants. Not from Mexico, from California! Toyota is just the latest major company to flee the land of fruits and nuts and run to the economic hope of Texas. Governor Perry has every right to be proud. Only problem is they will bring all the same idiots who voted in California to destroy what was the most beautiful state in the union and they will destroy Texas if we don’t have a strong, unified front and firm foundation on which to build on. The conservatives in California are dancing in the streets right now as we absorb 1500 space cadets a day. They are actually planning the conservative take over of two districts in SoCal to turn around the political climate. The conservatives are actually considering a split in the state with the people in one and the orangoutangs in the other one. You want to know why good solid California voters want that? You want to know how crazy it can get? You think C J Grisham is crazy? Let me tell you crazy. We are simply trying to enforce an existing law in Texas whereas a citizen can carry personal defense openly. In California the law has been modified to the point that a grown man cannot carry a scout knife in his pocket! That’s about as UNLibertarian as you can get. And crazy. In a place where you can smoke a joint you can’t whittle a stick.

We can win this election. You see that’s what a lot of so-called Libertarians have lost sight of. They have become so used to the tin foil hats and knowing they have absolutely no chance of winning any office that they have reduced themselves to attending conventions accusing each other of not being a “true Libertarian.” I hate to lose. My entire life has been a series of doing exactly what people tell me I can’t do. Every time I listened to some “expert” turned out I was giving an ear to a fool. I’ll just do things my way, thank you very much. I will fight to save children, secure borders, legalize ALL plants, reduce taxes and government spending, get the government OUT of our bedrooms and try to build a secure fence between Texas and California.

Wine, Beaches and Two Solo Cups

Wine, Beaches, and Two Solo Cups

I’ve never thought of myself as a lady’s man, in fact I’m about as far from a jock as you can be and not be gay. After the events at Santa Barbara I picked up on several news clips and articles talking about the killer’s lack of success with women drove him to kill and the empathy for his situation finally building up to where nerds were saying they “understand” the pressure the man was under.

Let me start out by saying women are human beings. They are not organic based devices that have magic buttons where, when pushed in the proper sequence, their clothes fall off. That’s what all these dating sites and so-called experts would have you believe. I listened to an idiot (yeah I’m talking about you, Jay) who convinced me to go to POF (Plenty of Fish.) I was truthful on my input of facts about myself and got plenty of whales . . . OLD whales!

So this guy couldn’t get laid by twenty two. I didn’t get laid until twenty and even then I had to get married and make an appointment. She allowed me access on Tuesdays and Thursdays, but I had to keep it to three minutes. Even to this day when guys are talking about some chick that’s easy I’m always the one she missed. I have no style. The best I can do is be a gentleman and that way when I strike out I can always play it off as being polite and respectful. Frankly I’m afraid of girls in Killeen. There are so many STDs in this town you have to find a girl young enough so that she’s not that experienced, but then there’s a catch 22 because there are laws about touching girls that young.

My best advice is to know for every nerdy guy there is a nerdy girl. For every guy who is worried about the size of his penis there is a flat chested girl out there who is right for him. I’ve been married five, no six times. One more and I’ll have used up all the tags on my Dear License. I really don’t want to get married again because I love getting up in the morning and doing what the hell *I* want to do. I don’t worry about relationships because I have a dog and I have to much fun watching young guys worming through THEIR relationships.

So don’t tell me that some guy tooling around SoCal in a BMW with an apartment and money in the bank couldn’t find a girl. Osama Bin Laden could find a date in Ocean Side with a bomb in each hand. I’m the worse, clumsiest, ED victim on the planet, and if you put me on a beach in California with a bottle of wine and two solo cups I will get laid!

Kathie Glass For Governor

Today I tagged fifty people asking for a thank you to Kathie Glass for taking an official stance against the CPS. Now I’m asking more. Facebook is a powerful social medium. The CPS kidnaps, rapes, and murders little Texans every day. The numbers of the dead range upwards toward 588. These numbers are alarming and it is something you cannot turn away from. They walk among us. I have personally observed the local office here working late, even working on Sunday as they try to destroy or alter records they do not want the Sunset Commission to see. Most of you don’t know who Kathie Glass is. She is running for Governor of Texas. She is a Libertarian. Forget that! She is a Texas, Christian mother! She is the only candidate who will listen to you. She sat on a stone bench at the Capitol in Austin, listened to me and made a simple promise, “I will stop this!” Years before, not ten feet from that very spot, Jackie stood alone against the CPS. She fell to her knees, but before the flag of Texas could hit the ground Kathie Glass picked it up. I don’t care if you’re black or white, gay or straight, Christian or Moslem, if you are a decent Texan you need to spread the word about Kathie Glass. If Wendy Davis or Gregg Abbott win this race the next morning the CPS will continue with business as usual, and they will kidnap, molest and murder your children! I sent my message to fifty people. Use the power of Facebook to send it to fifty more. If you can do that with a picture of your lunch surely you can do that for a thirteen year old girl who is in a Holiday Inn right now, waiting for a case worker to finish his shower because he promised her if she submitted she would see her mommy again!

Bill the Butcher

Of God And Country

On God And Country
by Wilbur

Passed a post through on Facebook tonight that I didn’t think much about, but as usual in my travel through the space time consortium it had ramifications. I agreed that I would like prayer allowed in schools. Well, as luck would have it a good friend of mine (from California) had some objection to that. Now back in the day I would have leaped upon my soap box and said all kinds of redneck stuff that would assuredly made me look like a fool. That having been said I’ve found that in the last ten years or so I have developed a frontal cortex and I generally think before I speak now, not being a lawyer so here goes.

I considered not only prayer in schools but a host of other conceptions and misconceptions about the south and respectively, Texas. In Texas we’re a bit different so I always try to separate “us” from “them,” but having been born in Louisiana I I have a perspective on Texans and foreigners that is fairly balanced. Beginning with school prayer. I thought long and hard about this and honestly I can’t remember ever being part of a morning prayer in any grade I attended from the first in Lake Charles, Louisiana to my final grade in Killeen, Texas. I never saw anyone even cross themselves until I saw The Good The Bad And The Ugly and Tuco crossed himself and even then I didn’t know what it meant. Religion was simply never a factor. I can’t remember one kid even praying over his lunch, butI may have missed something.

Now this is where I’m going. It seems that every whacked out special interest group is hell bent on total destruction of every core belief most Americans have held all of their lives. The ones against prayer in school aren’t just against a morning prayer in home room, they don’t want a single kid bowing his or her head in the lunch room and saying a silent grace. They don’t want the word, “God” coming out of their mouths, however, “God Damn” doesn’t seem to bother them at all, but I digress. The same with the pro-choice crowd. They’re not so much about pro-choice as they are at wanting as many abortions as possible and they get MAD if some girl turns back at the last minute and decides to be a mother instead of a murderer. Yeah, I just said that, get over it! The Gay Rights people, same thing. They allude to wanting to be free to live their life style, but actually they want to PRESENT their lifestyle to six year olds to make real sure that we don’t run out of gay people in the next generation. See where this is going? Swat them bees, swat them bees.

If some kid wants to say a private prayer over his lunch, so be it. It’s a private invocation between them and God, no matter how they perceive that God to be. A Muslim girl can wear a head scarf in school why can’t a Catholic girl cross herself before eating? You will never separate church and state because unfortunately the church and the state are made up of the same people.

Young people are led to believe that my generation had Klansmen walking down every street, that gay people and blacks were hung every weekend and that every basement had a midwife doing abortions with with a coat hanger for twenty-five dollars or two chickens depending on where you lived. I have never saw a Klansman, my parents simply laughed at gay people, and Girls had babies like they were gonna stop making them next year. But, I was just born in Shreveport, Louisiana in the 1950’s so what do I know, right?

The attack on Christians has got to stop. If it doesn’t I fear we will see the backlash that these so called “liberals” always rail about because eventually what the people who work jobs, pay their taxes, and want grandchildren will come to understand is that these fringe groups are no longer just things they must put up with, but a danger to society that must be dealt with accordingly. Think about it!

Open Carry

Open Carry

Ever have a topic you didn’t want to get involved in, but like a bad penny it just kept coming back? Well Open Carry is my bad penny. I grew up in Texas where we had rifles and shotguns in racks in the back of every pickup truck. It was no cause for alarm because if you HAD a pickup it usually meant you were most likely in agriculture on one farm or another. We all knew that technically you could stroll down the street carrying a long gun, but nobody DID it! I might add that back in the day NOone had a conceal carry permit. Others, like myself, carried concealed ANYWAY.

Carrying a gun means you must bring along your common sense. Why do you carry. Well, with all due respect to the sensitive nature of the Pink Panthers strewn up and down I-35 I carry a pistol to defend myself and if need be to kill people. I don’t shoot elk, I don’t shoot dogs, I don’t shoot little old ladies who yell at me. I shoot “HomeBoys” who think trying to knock out or rob an old man is somehow a political statement. I can hear the Liberals puking in waste paper baskets from here already. I hate to be the one to enlighten all you girly-men from New York, so recently transplanted to Texas, but there’s just no “nice” way to kill people. I’ve seen Luby’s, numerous shootings, and I’ve been personally attacked three times in the last two years since coming home to Texas from California. I’d love to subscribe to your Trans-sexual Yellow Submarine but I’m a coward that can’t fight and can’t run, but I sure can shoot. I can draw a pistol in less than a second and bust a watermelon at 25 yards and I have the conscience of a rather mature cucumber when attacked. A liberal psychologist would classify me as a psychopath. I prefer “functional” psychopath.

But, all of that having been said, I do not open carry. I prefer my weapon to be concealed so if I need it the element of surprise comes into play. In the novel the Shootist, the statement is made, “Most men in defense situation will hesitate, blink, or have a thought before acting…I won’t!” Well, that’s the way I see it. If I have to draw my weapon it is not to intimidate, impress, or frighten anyone. It is because I have perceived an imminent threat to my life, a threat that must be neutralized. I view my weapon as a tool and use it with the same cool calculation that one would use a hammer to repair a defective plank on a privacy fence. Defective plank, defective HomeBoy.

I believe the Open Carry movement is a political spring board for further political change. I respect that. But, when the proponents of the movement meet with resistance they need to study history. Yankees who don’t know history always fall back on the logic, “Oh, it’ll be like the Wild West!” The so-called “Wild West” was created by Hollywood producers, ok?” The people in the 1800’s never saw a quick draw holster tied down. It simply didn’t exist, and if you don’t believe that just look at the only picture, we have of Billy the Kid. His pistol, is high and tight and in fact, would most likely be under his coat in cold weather. He DID have a Winchester but he was under the same social situation that I grew up in and I suspect he did NOT carry it all over town. That picture was to impress the ladies. Little trivia for you. What instigated the gunfight at the OK Corral? It was Virgil Earp trying to enforce a city ordinance forbidding the carrying of weapons within the city limits! That is a point of fact and in another point of fact Doc Holliday was CONCEALED carrying a SHOTGUN!

I respect what CJ Grisham and others are trying to do. I believe that the 2nd amendment clearly allows citizens to carry weapons to defend their persons and I think it is obnoxious that people have resort to obnoxious acts to endorse their God given rights. I believe that social systems are like a giant invisible pendulum swinging to and for. We have gone from safe streets with Officer O’Malley walking the beat to a virtual war zone with SWAT teams taking down every female jogger who Jay-walks, and Open Carry is the people’s reaction to that.

Infanticide

Infanticide
by Wilbur

(Infanticide)
1 : the killing of an infant
2 [Late Latin infanticida, from Latin infant-, infans + -i- + -cida -cide] : one who kills an infant

Whenever you have mass murder there is always a perverse logic behind it. For those involved this logic relieves guilt and perpetuates the completion of the program where the genocide is employed to achieve whatever “goal” may be sought. For those observing from without there is no excuse or explanation that will white wash the ugly reality of the act(s). So it is with abortion.

The pro-choice segment uses all of the methods employed by the Nazis when pushing their own special brand of “No child left behind.” First they identified a “problem.” There are just too many unwanted babies born into this world. Let’s look first at that mindset. Look at a picture of a baby, any baby. They smile, grab your finger, look you in the eyes, and they are totally helpless. How can they be unwanted? How can a human being struggling to learn the word, “Ma Ma” be so despised? Then you have a support mechanism that clicks in. It’s not a baby, it’s a choice, a fetus, a this, a that, a whatever. The Jews weren’t human beings, they were a problem, a curse, something in need of a “final solution.”

When you commit genocide you simply cannot do it out in public. There is no “Dancing With The Stars” for abortion. Like the Nazis you must keep the mechanics of this project out of the view of the public because if the people see what you are really doing your acts will be exposed for what they truly are. You must keep the doors closed. You must stifle the screams. You must make the machine sterile. You must make it relentless. You must remove all human emotion from the act because the people who must cooperate with you must never fully understand the consequences of their actions. In the death camps certain Jews were convinced to assist in the herding of the masses to the gas chambers on the promise of “special treatment.” When their part of the project was completed they found that their “special treatment” was a “decent burial!”

These Jews led their neighbors into a gas chamber. A young mother leads her child into a butcher shop. And her “special treatment” is the forfeiture of her innocence, her motherhood, and her very soul! But, the pro-life lobby has no problem with this. If an unborn child has no soul why should they believe the mother has one either? God has made human being very complex. Doctors and research scientists, both theist and atheist are constantly amazed at the complexity of the human condition, and I don’t care if you ascribe it to God or evolution you must admit that we have learned a lot, but we still have a long way to go.

There is one difference in the Nazi’s “final solution,” and the pro-choice agenda. In Hitler’s briefings with Himmler it was understood that if the project were carried out correctly eventually the goal would be achieved and there would be no more Jews; no more reason for the death camps. Then, all they had to do was bulldoze the buildings down and plant trees for the “Master Race” to enjoy, free of the problems the Jews had brought by their very existence. Pro-choice supporters have an ever increasing supply of “problems” and their final solution will never be attained.

To carry out a successful genocide you should mix in a bit of scientific legitimacy just in case the population should actually see what you are up to. The Nazis had Josef Mengele. The pro-choice people have stem cell research. They also mix in a “concern” for the life of the mother. Ask yourself, what was the mortality of mothers giving birth in the 1800’s, and what was the mortality of infants in the first two years of life then? Now, stack that on top of the millions and millions of abortions we have now. I am not going to cite actual numbers because I know the pro-choice group will skew or discredit them but just ask yourself; has medical science not advanced enough in one hundred and fifty years to the point where a woman can safely birth a child? You KNOW the answer.

Now, ask yourself just why is pro-choice so hell bent (and I used that word deliberately) to push this agenda so vigorously? Just Google the ratio of the “termination” of poor black babies to rich white ones and you will very quickly see what to goal of pro-choice truly is. They can’t just march black people into gas chambers so they roll the mothers into “clinics” to “terminate” pregnancies. To me this is a perversion of the highest magnitude.Growing up in Louisiana durning the 1950’s black women did all the cooking in our schools, hired out as nannies, and kept homes clean and functional. This was because they were the best! To this very day I do not believe white women can cook. To see black mothers lining up to go into an abortion clinic is something I simply cannot get my mind around. It does not compute! Pro-choice is but one aspect of a much larger agenda. You take a people, take away their hope, put them on a system that takes away all incentive, all ambition, tell them society is their enemy, and them murder their children so hopefully this “problem” will be smaller for the next generation.

Now, as a result of this article I will get a LOT of input, I’ll assure you. I will hear everything from “a woman has a right,” to calling me a religious nut. I just don’t like to kill children, whatever size or flavor they may be. When you take a knife and draw blood you kill! Now I don’t mind some killing. I’ve got several CPS workers whose obituaries I would read with a great deal of satisfaction. But those are grown people who receive the consequences of their actions. What actions has a child who hasn’t even opened his eyes yet done to deserve execution. Oh, silly me, I’m just a simple Ol boy from Austin…it’s not a baby, it’s a CHOICE!

Writing

Writing
by Wilbur

When you make the conscious choice to become a writer you expose yourself. Mentally and emotionally you should prepare yourself to embark on a journey where you believe that your ideas and your opinions out weigh a majority of the population, i.e. readers, and this is a form of arrogance. Relationships with humanity is a great equalizer. The world strives to keep everything on a base line. When you rise above that base line the world will attempt to pull you down to the level of the crowd, and that’s not necessarily a bad thing. This is what protects the majority of the herd when the lion comes lurking about. There is safety in the herd.

The fastest gazelle will draw the most female gazelles, but for every fast gazelle there are ten average gazelles and three below average gazelles. A writer, like the gazelle, will have supporters, and detractors. A friend of mine in Nashville told me years ago, “Everybody wants to get next to a ‘happening’ guy.” The average gazelle wants to graze beside the fast gazelle, and is in full awareness that although he can never be as fast perhaps he can at least enjoy the same grass.

Writers are like that. When you consider yourself a writer you are putting yourself out there as being faster than most gazelles. You are saying that your thoughts have more substance than most other people’s thoughts, no matter how humble you may portray yourself. And writers are a paradox. Most, if not all writers are loners. Now, I’m not saying they don’t engage with people, and I’m not saying they do not enjoy to company of others, what I’m saying is they enjoy the company of themselves above all other situations. Even the visit of a good friend will slightly irritate a writer because if you are a writer you know that the juices simply will not flow in a crowd. Ideas will form, the egg will be laid, but the chick will not form until incubation comes about and that incubation is almost always singular!

Good pieces do not come from arguments at parties. No matter how lively the discussion the final full circle of a great article, or blog, or book, or whatever will never complete in the company of others. It only occurs when the writer listens only to the voice in their own head. They listen to that voice and try to write it down for the readers to take in. Then they sit back and wait to see how the world hears that voice and they most do this with not a grain but a box of salt.

If you are a fast gazelle you will find a few others running near or slightly behind you. An average reader will never have lofty thoughts. That’s why they borrow yours! Thats why the average gazelles are content to just eat the same grass as the fast gazelle. That’s the beauty of writing. A select very few will be given the keys and have the ability to share those keys with others who use those keys to unlock doors shut to them before. They share the grass! But, remember the slower gazelles? They either will not receive the gift at all or will only take it to use it against you. They will not appreciate the grass and even may hate the grass because they are so embroiled in their own sloth, or perhaps cannot even understand it at all! They cannot comprehend the key, much less the door it opens. Anyway, by the time these gazelles catch up most of the grass is already digested and the fast gazelle is leading the herd to new pastures.

You cannot judge a writer’s success in dollars. One of the wonderful things about the blogging explosion is that it is predominately divorced from the trappings of financial scales that have plagued writers for years. All writers have had that question, “How much MONEY have you made?” A beginning writer will be put off by that question, but a seasoned writer will know the answer, although they probably won’t be rude enough to say it. “I’ve made more money at it than YOU!” You will never get this question from successful writers because they know it takes many grapes to make wine, and a large part of what you write will be consigned to obscurity. The individual grapes are sacrificed to produce the whole of the Bordeaux.

I never judge another writer by the dollars or even the number of views on a blog. A friend of mine, Jenny Tolley Crossen, has a blog I consistently read. I have never looked at how many reads she has. I just enjoy the blog. I would like to add that I have never been able to negotiate my way beyond the first chapter of a Stephen King novel, and that’s not to say he’s not an excellent writer, I just like the Farmer’s Market more than Walmart, that’s all.

If you think you are a writer then you ARE a writer. As I said in the beginning of this article you write alone, and in the end if that’s the only person who reads your stuff you haven’t lost anything. The other gazelles simply can’t see you because you’re so far ahead, that’s all.