Sharon was written in 1996 my my wife and I. We’d just gotten our first PC, and it came with a word processor. We began to pen a short story about a revivalist minister on his last stop of the season when he meets a girl, Sharon. Over the next five days they engage in a theological debate that encompasses all faiths. Each night my wife and I would talk about Sharon and the next day I’d write down the notes. The book was never edited.

In this scene John Woodward meets Sharon in the parking lot after the first night of the revival. You will note the instant involvement as the young minister tried his “preacher” methods on what he considers to be an airhead teen. As the book evolves you find she is much more.


“Tell me something, preacher-boy. Is this the parking lot of Heaven?”

He turned to see the small form step out from behind a live oak.

“Pardon me?”

Sharon stepped forward into the light.

He recognized her instantly, like an old friend, “Oh, yes. You are the lady in the second row.”

“Yes. You did very well tonight. I was really taken away by your homily.”


“Oh, forgive me. Your sermon. You know, your speech.”

He was completely captivated by her. He searched her left hand for a ring, but none was there, and he was amazed that such a lovely creature was not married. Her voice was light, and he could not place the accent. Definitely not a southern one, but not quite a northern clip either. She had a slight nasal twang to her voice that lent emphasis to what she said, and seemed to make her words “penetrate” the mind.

“I just speak as the spirit moves me” John responded.

“I do that,” she said as they walked along. “I relax, and the spirit just comes into me. Is yours like that?”

“Uh, no. It’s more organized, but I do improvise. I have to stay on a subject. You are under time constraints in a revival, you know.”

She stopped walking and looked at him. He stared back. Her eyes were the deepest blue he’d ever seen. Mirrors to her soul. Her hair was brown, and he could smell the most wonderful tea rose smell of her perfume. “I think we’re compatible,” she suddenly said, “Do you think we’re compatible?”

John was blown away! He liked to think he was a grown, worldly man, but this lady was a little more forward than he’d run across in church! She watched his eyes, like a cat playing with a mouse, actually leaning forward, and looking first into his right eye, and then his left, and then added, “Spiritually compatible, of course.”

“I don’t know, yet. I’ve only known you for a few moments. We are all brothers and sisters in Christ.”

She leaned back, and smiled. He had fielded the question, and not given a straight answer.

“Yeah,” she answered, nodding her head. “You know I always get something out of people getting together for God. I love the rush of seeing people together, all praying, all loving.”

“Are you a member of one of the local churches?”

“Yes. I go to the Church of the Immaculate Conception, over on Westend,” she pointed her finger in the direction of town.

John thought he should have known. There had to be a flaw somewhere. He fought hard not to let his face show his feelings. He kept smiling and walking, “You’re Catholic?”

“Well. . . yeah, I guess that’s what you’d call me. I prefer to think that I belong to the Universal Church, but the word ‘Catholic’ does just about cover it. Oh, I’m sorry. You’re a Protestant aren’t you? Now we can’t be compatible anymore.” She lowered her head slightly and peered at him as if she’d been caught with her hand in a cookie jar.

Baptists fight hard against the word “Protestant.” The Baptists insist that they are among the original group of Christians, and thereby not part of the so-called “Protestant reformation.” The idea of independent churches, according to them, goes all the way back to the time of the apostles.

“Uh, no. I mean, no that’s not true. I’m not a Protestant. No, I mean people are beginning to come together more and more. Look, what I’m trying to say is, what are you doing at a revival? Good little Catholic girls don’t usually go to these things. Is there something missing in your life? Is there an emptiness?”

They had reached his car by now. “No, I’m not empty. I just saw the tent, and I’ve never been to one of these things.” She flared her eyes mockingly, “I was compelled by the spirit to come in,” she said, waving her hands as if she were casting a spell over him.

He didn’t get the joke, and it showed by his blank stare. “Oh, c’mon, lighten up. Don’t be such a ‘preacher-boy.’ I just wanted to see a real live revival. You don’t look like Elmer Gantry, though. I’m disappointed.”

He relaxed a little. “God save me from that movie. They measure us all by that thing, you know.”

“Are you coming back tomorrow night?” John asked

“Maybe. Maybe not. I’ve gotta lead a Rosary over at my church tomorrow at eight in the morning, right after Mass. Why don’t you drop in and watch, or maybe. . . even participate.”

By now, he was picking up on her humor. She was smiling, and he knew she was ribbing him. “Now, you know I can’t be going to a Rosary. Look at all these people, what would they think?”

“Yeah. But you ought to at least drop by. I mean , we are a local church. I won’t convert you.” She crossed her heart, “honest.”

He wanted to say yes so bad he could taste it, but he had to be reserved. “I’ll see. Maybe it’ll give me some insight.”

“Yeah,” she responded as she nodded her head in mock seriousness, “insight.”

“Do you have a ride?”

“My motorcycle over there,” she pointed to a small, yellow Honda.

He unlocked his car, but he didn’t open the door. Sharon smiled, and turned to walk away. He felt compelled to say good- bye, but all that came out was, “Have you found Jesus?” The line seemed so dry when he said it to her.

She just looked over her shoulder as she got on her bike, and yelled back, “I didn’t know He was lost!”

John watched as the little Honda sputtered away in the darkness.


Scott Binsack

Scott Binsack was a complicated man. Understanding Scott is a bit like the four blind men trying to figure out an elephant. Part entrepreneur, part P. T. Barnum, Scott lived by his wits even if you couldn’t understand those wits. He was such an imposing presence that you didn’t know he was ill, but Scott knew. Scott knew the clock was ticking, and whatever he had to do he had to do it today because tomorrow didn’t belong to him.

I came upon him years ago. I must say that I was profoundly impressed. He made long videos about America. Whatever you may think of Scott Binsack he was a patriot. And he wasn’t a keyboard commando. He’d march on Washington at the drop of a hat. Twenty thousand or just twenty, he’d March For America!

We fell apart. A group of women took it upon themselves to micro-analyze his methods. Methods that were far above them. If Scott bought a burger they traced the money. I fell in with them, but the more I looked at their methods the more I saw more jealousy than substance. And the more I was glad they never investigated my real estate deals. I’ve said all real estate brokers are shady. If you will note, I didn’t exclude myself.

As his health declined he reached farther and farther. He dreamed big. He just couldn’t explain his dreams. That having been said, last night I was inundated with calls and messages. From New York to L.A. Scott Binsack had died! What did I think? What would I write? Was he really gone? They all wanted to know my thoughts about Scott Binsack.

I admired him. During our little debate he poked fun of my name. WIIIIIIIBUR! In his best “Mr. Ed voice. People like those ladies attacking his flank thought I should be offended. I thought it was cooler than dry ice! I changed my profile picture on Facebook to a picture of Mr. Ed, and ran with it.

You see, you just can’t hate everyone. If it’s funny, it’s funny. After that we lost track of each other. He began to work his way from New Jersey to Las Vegas. On the way he tried to sell the state of Kansas. Hey, Jim Bowie sold Arkansas THREE TIMES! Tried to sell Santa Anna San Antonio, but El Presidenté didn’t have a co-signer. You cannot judge a real estate deal. A real estate deal judges YOU!

Once in Vegas Binsack began to put together a news service. We communicated. He asked if I could remove some articles I’d written about him. I took down what I could. He asked if I could send him copy. I agreed to supply him with material. He said he’d pay. I told him one martini in Vegas was all that was required. He replied, “Or Two, or six.”

The deal never came to be. The clock was ticking. I noticed he dropped off of LinkedIn, our method of communication. I didn’t think much of it. Then, last night, I learned Scott Binsack had passed away. I’m not going to lie to you. I was profoundly affected. I really thought he’d pull off the March For America News Channel. But it still exists. My offer is still good. And the rate remains the same. Scott Binsack sealed the deal. A martini. . . or two, or six. In good times and bad I should say that I was proud to have known Scott Binsack.

Putin’s in Da HOUSE!

Putin’s In Da House! Trump is the HomeBoy. America is the wife. Putin is the girlfriend. Now get this. You meet the girlfriend in Helsinki. Come out and tell the world the wife is a slut, and you’ve always loved the girlfriend Then, top it off by bringing the girlfriend to YOUR house for the weekend. Last night I studied Einstein’s Theory of Relativity. He had a unique way of using visualizations to explain complex issues. Prime example was the man standing at a train station as a lady zips by on a train. He proved that the lady’s time perception was different from the man’s. Well, we’re the lady on the train folks.

Trump is a task master real estate broker. I was in real estate for a while. Funeral Directors have special procedures for Real Estate Brokers. When they die you can’t just bury them in the traditional fashion. They’re so crooked you have to drive a stick through their ears and screw them in the ground.

Now, I’m a “Trumpet!” I voted for him, laugh out loud when they pitch Mexicans over the border, and love the First Lady. But I never said Donald Trump was a consummate politician or Jesus Christ. Real Estate Brokers don’t get that rich unless they steal. Write that down, there’ll be a quiz later. Sell someone’s house, steal the money. It’s called a “closing statement!” Lawyers ain’t much better.

For the record Obama, Hillary, and most, if not all the senate and the house are just as crooked. Else, they’d get jobs. We NEEDED someone crookeder than them to make America great again. Nobody likes to take Castor Oil, so get a roll of toilet paper and listen up.

Trump is indeed making us eat a big ol’ Putin sandwich. Don’t you wanna know why? Because Obama and Hillary have been operating that Subway for years. Bubba Bill was just the replacement for Jared Fogle. Trump is just smearing it in our faces. Putin runs a broke-ass third world country. That’s a fact. So does Queen Elizabeth, and Angela Merkel. Don’t let all the pomp and circumstance fool you. Trump is right! They’ve been sucking America’s breast for years. At least Hitler bought his on bullets. CJ Grisham of Open Carry Texas has a saying: The best way to stop a bad guy with a gun is a good guy with a gun! Trump is an improvement on that theory. The best way to stop a crooked politician is a worse politician. Better yet. Not a politician at all. A Real Estate Broker who grabs ‘em by the . . . well, you know.

America’s train has been off the rails so long that it’s gonna take a full minute to get it to arrive on time again. Trump has so discombobulated American politics that none of the polls can predict what happens next. New entries into the race are discovering that distancing themselves from incumbents is a big plus. Got a freaking communist elected in New York. That’s Trump’s legacy. While Obama is giving speeches to Zulus in his home town, Hillary hurries to move bodies, and the Justice Department tries to outdo local sheriffs in law enforcement, America is waking up. Meanwhile, Putin’s in da house. Give that Commie a Big Mac!

Tom Foolery

To think Russia is not indulging in some kind of Tom Foolery is Tom Foolery in and of itself. Nations do that. No country worth it’s salt tip toes through the tulips like a gay rights parade. Though the story is always squashed, Israel regularly spies on the United States, to make sure we’re not shorting them on foreign aid I guess.

It’s a little harder for China. They all look alike. And you have to spy on them from space, peering through all the pollution. I’m particularly entertained by the way when Russia is caught with its pants down they always throw a chick under the bus. Get it? Pants down, chick? I digress. . I mean is ALL the dudes got away, but poor little Maria Butina got pinched while packing her step-ins! And where was she going? SOUTH DAKOTA or someplace like that! What the hell’s going on in South Dakota? Moscow’s the other way.

I do feel a lot better about myself. I’ve always considered myself a creepy old man who would fall for any pretty smile, but politicians? In charge of AMERICA! The epitome of integrity. That is until a little sin steps onto the scene in jeans with a fifth of vodka. Then it’s Katie bar the door. And don’t go too far Katie because after I’m through with Natasha here, you’re next!

Maria, the master spy had been on the FBI radar for a full minute, and that doesn’t surprise me. Amazing how just when Trump sits down with Putin they suddenly decide to pick her up. Just like when Mueller saw his pink slip coming he suddenly indicted twelve Ruskies he’d been studying for years. If so called law enforcement acted like this back in the day Bonnie and Clyde would have lived out their lives on book residuals.

And Trump has been swimming in the swamp long enough now to get a little gator crap in his hair. Couldn’t it be could? ”I misspoke?” When you stand up in front of the cameras and declare your faith in a KGB Colonel over. . . WAIT! I almost misspoke. I almost put our intelligence services on a par with professionals in Russia. Whew! Close call.

The Left For Idiots

“My Leftist friends constantly ask me if I’m not bothered by Donald Trump’s lack of decorum. They ask if I don’t think his tweets are “beneath the dignity of the office.”

Here’s my answer: We Right-thinking people have tried dignity. We tried statesmanship. We tried propriety. And the results were always the same. This is because, while we were playing by the rules of dignity, collegiality and propriety, the Left has been, for the past 60 years, engaged in a knife fight where the only rules are those of Saul Alinsky and the Chicago mob. I don’t find anything “dignified,” “collegial” or “proper” about Barack Obama’s lying about what went down on the streets of Ferguson in order to ramp up racial hatreds because racial hatreds serve the Democratic Party.

I don’t see anything “dignified” in lying about the deaths of four Americans in Benghazi and imprisoning an innocent filmmaker to cover your tracks.

I don’t see anything “statesman-like” in weaponizing the IRS to be used to destroy your political opponents and any dissent.

Yes, Obama was “articulate” and “polished” but in no way was he in the least bit “dignified,” “collegial” or “proper.”

The Left has been engaged in a war against America since the rise of the Children of the ‘60s. To them, it has been an all-out war where nothing is held sacred and nothing is seen as beyond the pale.. It has been a war they’ve fought with violence, the threat of violence, demagoguery and lies from day one – the violent take-over of the universities – till today.

The problem is that, through these years, the Left has been the only side fighting this war. While the Left has been taking a knife to anyone who stands in their way, the Right has continued to act with dignity, collegiality and propriety.

With Donald Trump, this all has come to an end. Donald Trump is America ’s first wartime president in the Culture War.

During wartime, things like “dignity” and “collegiality” simply aren’t the most essential qualities one looks for in their warriors. Ulysses Grant was a drunk whose behavior in peacetime might well have seen him drummed out of the Army for conduct unbecoming.

Had Abraham Lincoln applied the peacetime rules of propriety and booted Grant, the Democrats might well still be holding their slaves today.

Lincoln rightly recognized that, “I cannot spare this man. He fights.”

General George Patton was a vulgar-talking.. In peacetime, this might have seen him stripped of rank. But, had Franklin Roosevelt applied the normal rules of decorum then, Hitler and the Socialists would barely be five decades into their thousand-year Reich.

Trump is fighting. And what’s particularly delicious is that, like Patton standing over the battlefield as his tanks obliterated Rommel’s, he’s shouting, “You magnificent bastards, I read your book!”

That is just the icing on the cake, but it’s wonderful to see that not only is Trump fighting, he’s defeating the Left using their own tactics. That book is Saul Alinsky’s Rules for Radicals – a book so essential to the Liberals’ war against America that it is and was the playbook for the entire Obama administration and the subject of Hillary Clinton’s senior thesis.

It is a book of such pure evil, that, just as the rest of us would dedicate our book to those we most love or those to whom we are most indebted, Alinsky dedicated his book to Lucifer.

Trump’s tweets may seem rash and unconsidered but, in reality, he is doing exactly what Alinsky suggested his followers do. First, instead of going after “the fake media” — and they are so fake that they have literally gotten every single significant story of the past 60 years not just wrong, but diametrically opposed to the truth, from the Tet Offensive to Benghazi, to what really happened on the streets of Ferguson, Missouri — Trump isolated CNN.. He made it personal.

Then, just as Alinsky suggests, he employs ridicule which Alinsky described as “the most powerful weapon of all.”… Most importantly, Trump’s tweets have put CNN in an untenable and unwinnable position. … They need to respond.

This leaves them with only two choices. They can either “go high” (as Hillary would disingenuously declare of herself and the fake news would disingenuously report as the truth) and begin to honestly and accurately report the news or they can double-down on their usual tactics and hope to defeat Trump with twice their usual hysteria and demagoguery. The problem for CNN (et al.) with the former is that, if they were to start honestly reporting the news, that would be the end of the Democratic Party they serve. It is nothing but the incessant use of fake news (read: propaganda) that keeps the Left alive.

Imagine, for example, if CNN had honestly and accurately reported then-candidate Barack Obama’s close ties to foreign terrorists (Rashid Khalidi), domestic terrorists (William Ayers & Bernardine Dohrn), the mafia (Tony Rezko) or the true evils of his spiritual mentor, Jeremiah Wright’s church.

Imagine if they had honestly and accurately conveyed the evils of the Obama administration’s weaponizing of the IRS to be used against their political opponents or his running of guns to the Mexican cartels or the truth about the murder of Ambassador Christopher Stevens and the Obama administration’s cover-up.

So, to my friends on the Left — and the #NeverTrumpers as well — do I wish we lived in a time when our president could be “collegial” and “dignified” and “proper”? Of course I do.

These aren’t those times. This is war. And it’s a war that the Left has been fighting without opposition for the past 50 years.

So, say anything you want about this president – I get it – he can be vulgar, he can be crude, he can be undignified at times. I don’t care. I can’t spare this man. He fights for America!”

Evan Sayet, the author of The Kindergarden of Eden: How The Modern Liberal Thinks.

Better Than Super

From The Mind of a Dumb Ole Biker From Alvin, Texas

President Trump and President Putin “Intelligence Agencies?”

Regarding yesterday’s meeting between President Trump and President Putin. While many of you are bashing the President for his statements on our intelligence agencies, I personally have to agree with the President and here’s why.

Let’s take a look at the last 2.5 years. Where are the 33,000 emails that got deleted on Hillary’s server? Where is the information on her 10 cellular devices that got smashed? If our Intelligence community can’t turn those up, how in the world can they find anything on Russia?

Let’s look deeper, The Russian Interference was started under the Obama Administration, Bill Clinton went to Russia after Trump’s election and gave a multi million dollar speech, then the Clinton Foundation investigation got covered up and The Uranium one investigation got covered up. Everything’s a cover-up. Let’s not forget Benghazi and it was a video that caused the raid on our Embassy.

We all know the NSA has been tracking and recording everything we have ever done since GW Bush, and the Patriot Act, so if they can retrieve my emails, my cell phone records, every internet search I’ve ever done, then why in the hell are they still covering up for the Hildabeast? Where is the Information that was on her servers and cell phones?

Can you seriously say you trust our government and our intelligence agencies? We all know if you or I would have bleached our hard drives and servers, smashed our cellular devices, after they were subpoenaed by the federal government, we would have been spending the rest of our lives in prison.

Hell, under the Obama administration, I saw several veterans locked up for a short time for simply writing something on Facebook the feds didn’t like, even after they deleted their comments.

So yeah, I really do have to agree with President Trump given all the facts that have played out in the last 2.5 years.

The CIA, the FBI, Democratic Party and even some Republicans were already working to insure he didn’t get to the White House.

Many were working on getting him impeached before he was ever sworn in.

Put your thinking caps on and think for yourselves. What would your conclusion be? I personally don’t trust anyone in our government anymore with over 10 years in their positions. Everyone of them are working hard behind the scenes to insure the Swamp doesn’t get drained. I personally believe Trump needs our help to Drain the murky waters out of the Swamp. The Alligators have to go, they’re way over their limits, No tags needed to rid ourselves of the vermin who have infested our nation.

Okay I digress but, Let’s look at this another way, let’s put some facts on the table:

Elbert Lee Guillory Former Senator District 24 Louisiana and United States Naval Veteran, had this to say. (My advisors have recommended that I not write about this controversy but I owe you. I write as a military veteran and political scientist who has traveled to Ukraine, the Middle East, Helsinki, USSR to study up close.)

Fact 1. The world’s two greatest nuclear powers should be friendly. That is in the interest of the world!

Fact 2. Tonight the greatest criticisms come from two major groups:

A. Those who hate Trump and who will criticize the President for anything he does.

B. Those few in the military and intelligence communities who are wholly bought and owned by the war industries, for it is in their financial interests to have the US and Russia armed to the teeth and at each other’s throats.

As you listen to the shrill screamers, note how often they come from this corner (politicians included)!

Fact 3. The absolute truth is that the Obama administration interfered in the Ukraine elections which led to Russia’s predictable takeover of the area which holds Russia’s major naval base and sea outlet.

Fact 4. The Obama administration interfered in the election of Israel. Strong Nations do this when they feel that it is their interests to do so.

Fact 5. The alleged Russian interference occurred during the Obama administration, and we heard not a peep. Now these jerks want Trump to punch Putin in the nose and start a nuclear war with the other major nuclear force on Earth.

I’m a patriot and a believer in a powerful America. I have also witnessed the body bags filled with the fruit of American youth when fat old saber rattlers play soldier.

Trump was masterful in Helsinki. The Swamp Donkeys may scream but tonight the world is better off that these two men shook hands!

But hey, I’m Just a Dumb ole Biker from Alvin, Texas, What do I know?

Think for yourselves? It’s called the Common Sense Blog for a reason! I love my Country, I fear my Government!

And For Our Viewing Pleasure . . .

You just can’t leave this story alone. Of everything that you can say about Donald Trump the one thing you can say is he is not a simple man. Yesterday, when he shook Putin’s hand and dissed NATO, America, and mom’s apple pie, the entire world took a collective poo poo.

Let’s look at the layers of this onion. First off, Russia and the United States are not allies. Only in World War II did they reluctantly accept our help. You see, there was this guy, Hitler, and he showed the gross incompetence of the entire Russian system by cleaning their plow. So, we came in from the West, they came in from the east, and as they say, the rest is history.

But Russians are Russians. The very reasons that Hitler was on them are that they are a bunch of lying, conniving, drunken slobs who hadn’t developed toilette paper. After the war, they stole almost as much land as Hitler and proceeded to ruin the economy of half of Europe. It was only after the so-called Union of Soviet Socialist Republics discombobulated that the world finally got free of Karl Marx’s little best seller.

But we still got RUSSIANS! The only difference between Putin and Stalin is Putin has toilette paper. Would he lie? Would the Pope bless a gay marriage? You betcha! He’ll lie like a Persian rug. Now I’m gonna give him credit. When he took over this Slavic cluster-screw the Russians were rationing vodka. He had to pick up the pieces and at least try to look like a country. He bought a suit.

Would Putin try to sway American elections? Yup! Can he? Nope. American elections are so screwed up even Hillary couldn’t rig them. It’s a miracle we came out with a winner at all. The much-maligned Electoral College actually saved the day. If we’d gone to popular vote we’d STILL be counting. If you don’t believe our election system is hosed just look at what we have in Congress. The Tonight Show starring CONGRESS!

In all this mess Mueller is nothing more than the piano player in a whorehouse. Indict the whole country of Russia fool! Ain’t gonna do no good. They are gonna be a no-show in court. Better send in Dog the Bounty Hunter.

Donald Trump did not collude with the Russians. The RUSSIANS can’t collude with the Russians. But, ever notice when the chips are down they always throw in a chick? Like Boris and Natasha from the old Rocky the Flying Squirrel days. And, as an added benefit, we get get to watch Al Green, Nancy Pelosi, and Maxine Waters make complete asses of themselves for our viewing pleasure.