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So What’s With the Name, A Speaking Human?

You are a menace. A walking pestilence. – Dr. Zaius.

Welcome to my blog, I am the walking pestilence. “A Speaking Human” is derived from Charlton Heston’s character, George Taylor from Planet of the Apes. The quote by Dr. Zaius sounds like Bill Maher talking to Rush Limbaugh.

Doesn’t it seem like we conservatives are a shocking paradox to the Council of Liberals as Taylor was the Council of Apes? He was a speaking human! A menace! It seems they can’t believe that we actually have minds and we’re able to form coherent sentences. For too long they’ve read their liberal scrolls-the New York Times et al-repeated their euphemistic mantras, and delighted in movies and sitcoms crammed with political correctness to repeat the narrative and reenforce the mythology that all conservative are heartless, narrow-minded idiots.

It’s like we conservatives have come out of the woods-to the their surprise-already house broke and capable of using an indoor toilet. This confounds them. It doesn’t match the narrative they’ve been taught and so they try to cram us back in the outhouse and congratulate themselves on how evolved they are. It is written in the scrolls that we are all big eared inbred hillbillies, living in the fly-over states.

Is the Constitution in ruins, too?

I’m here, along with other conservative bloggers, to continue the confounding so that it may lead to disillusionment, which may be painful for the ‘liberal’, but ultimately worth it. I don’t do this to torment ‘liberals’ (note that on my blog I will usually put the word liberal in quotes because true believing ‘liberals’ are anything but…). Most are living the Matrix (the movie), existing completely clueless as to the core of what they’ve accepted and internalized, and perhaps unwittingly, promote. I see these Matrix ’liberals’ as comfortable and captive. I’m here to help inflict unrest on the comfy and set captives free from illusions. I want them to break free from the Council of Liberals and the so-called “Critical Theory” (google it).

Mainly I will writer about my passion, writing. I will also review movies, comment on music, attempt humor, occasionally do some Christian worldview apologetic, write a short story here and there, and update on the writing of my epic fantasy fiction saga under the working title of Blood and Soul. Book One of the Creed of Kings Saga. Six books are in the works, to be finished and released in sequence.

When Procrastination Pays Off

March 15, 2012 4 comments

I was at my hangout working on the book. There’s no WIFI at the diner. So, I don’t dally on facebook. The drawback is I can’t save to my dropbox. I’ve stopped relying on a flashdrive. I had just finished making huge changes to the fifth rough draft. Driving home, I tell myself I need save to dropbox and my external hard drive. Don’t procrastinate!

At home, laptop plugged in, I go get a drink. Nagging thoughts of my adapter’s suspicious behavior bug me. ADD kicks in. I return. Laptop’s dead. The adapter went legs up. It hadn’t been charging the battery at the diner. All changes locked up on a powerless laptop.

So, gas is $35,000 a gallon and Best Buy is 20 miles away. Furthermore, I’m in a financial crunch (Did I say gas is $35K a gallon?). Best Buy has an adapter at $59. Amazon has it for $25.01. Need I explain? It’s headed to me overnight for $29 total.

That was yesterday. There I was with time and a fist-clinching drive to do more. I’m close to the end of writing the book. I’ve been putting off brainstorming about the next book. But, I was so angry with the situation I gave up and worked email, facebook, and twitter. Meanwhile the goal to have three books finished this year is slipping away.

I launched myself out of bed this morning, grabbed blank paper and pencil. Daddy O’s diner here I come.  Sipping coffee in back, breakfast ordered, I started scribbling a rough outline of the beginning of the next book. I summarized the prologue. I kept going until all the crucial events for story structure were present. The epic story was succinctly put before my eyes, front and back of formally blank piece of paper. I tucked it in my folder and left for my walk, where listen to soundtracks and brainstorm over the children of my mind.

While walking I check my email after I’ve started the tunes. Amazon notified me that UPS had some shipping issues. My adapter won’t be in today. Grrr! But wait! I’ve just outlined my next book. Rejoice! My luck has been great. I roll the dice again. With Hans Zimmer playing, I constructed the next book in my head while I walked. All the plot points in place!

Now, I have a solid outline for the next book on paper and a soon-to-be-written-down outline in my head of the one after that.

Procrastination can pay off.

Sampling of the fourth, and unpublished, book in the Creed of Kings Saga of Intense Action

February 11, 2012 4 comments

Sampling of the fourth, and unpublished, book in the Creed of Kings Saga by Allen Bagby

Kayna has planned to escape the temple where she is currently the Oracle. Her mother, Leyoi, has planned with her. A male co-conspirator named Erif agreed to aid them. As Kayna and Erif made their way to the rendezvous with Leyoi prior to this scene, they met an enormous man named Trute playing a cithara and singing outside a tavern. Trute takes a liking to Kayna and then fades into the background of the story to re-emerge later. We enter the sequence just after Erif has been killed and Kayna is running for her life. Erif had secretly planned to betray Kayna for a lot of money, but at the last moment changed his mind and ended up dying in a sword fight so she could escape.

Action…

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Kayna’s hopeless sprint was nearly over. A wooden fence blocked the alley. Driskin and his cohort were closing in, grasping. She knew the intersecting lanes much better, but alas, she could not turn corners fast enough or outrun these men without her horse. She hoped they would give up as she zigzagged through the alleys. She wished for an instant and then despaired as they kept coming. Her legs and lungs burned with fatigue.

One grabbed the tail of her flailing cloak, but she shrugged it off. It slowed her down, but they stumbled and it put some pointless distance between her and the pursuers more for a moment. She came to the fence, spun, and put her back against the slats. She braced herself, clench-fisted, tears spilled. Then the plank at her back gave way and she fell through. She sprung to her feet stunned. The fence jolted as the pursuers slammed into the fence and cursed. Only the one plank was rotten. The break was too small for either of the men. They clawed at her and tried kicking through boards.

She blinked at the turn of fortune. Odor wrinkled her nose as she shuffled back ankle deep in something. The ground moved around her feet, a rat-infested pile of scraps. She gasped and slogged through reeking rubbish toward a door with glowing cracks, but collided with a drunk stumbling out. It was a tavern. She could run through back to the street. The man smiled, using her to hold himself up. He retched and regurgitated on her sandals. She fought to get around him as the pursuers broke through the fence. The drunkard saw them and summoned his inebriated courage. He nudged her aside, stood chest out with chin up, “For the Emperor! May he live forever!” He charged with an imaginary sword and a hiccup, but immediately collapsed forward face down into the pile of waste. The impact sent up a plume of filth.

Kayna pushed through the door into the tavern packed with burly men, mead dripping from their beards. Slack-jawed, they gaped at her. Pressing on, she excused herself politely at first weaving through the celebrants, but halfway in, they realized this was no regular tavern wench and called out, taunting and fondling her, threads ripping on her rough-spun dress. She bit a grubby finger and kicked free. The carousers did not seem to be complete miscreants. They laughed when she cleared the last table and went back to their goblets.

Driskin came through the back entrance, hazy in the thick pipe smoke. The celebrants re-engaged in revelry unwittingly walled off her pursuers. She shot through the open doors into the night. Momentum carried her into the empty street.

The cloak gone, dress flapping at the knees, sandals slapping down the path, she saw the temple glowing on the hill. I’ll make it.

The last bridge. Three more men rushed into the street, cutting her off. She halted and gasped for air, eyes darting around. Two more appeared on her left and crouched stalking toward her. She darted down an alley to her right before they closed the gap. It was the darkest alley she had been down during the exhausting chase. She knew it dead-ended with a drop-off into a swift stream, but there was no choice. The men hesitated, calling out signals. They knew they had her.

It was too late to stop when she glimpsed the mountainous deeper shade amidst the darkness of the alley. She slammed into it and landed on her rump. Supported by her palms, she stared up dazed, trying to comprehend what had happened.

Huge firm hands pulled her up. “No!” She tried to squirm free, impossible.

“Friend run fast.” The voice had a smile in it.

Lips quivering, she whispered, “Please, don’t be with them.”

“Go.” He nudged her lightly, but so firm was his hand, it nearly knocked her down again.

At the end of the alley, she nearly fell down the slope that dropped into the swift deep branch of the river. She picked her way down, fists were smacking with cries of pain behind her. Her foot slipped in a gap, but momentum carried. She jerked the ankle out, but from the pain, she knew it was wrenched. She tumbled down the bank landing in the frigid water.

She gasped from the shock of the cold, the current tugging as she clung to an algae slick rock. Movement on the bank made her shrink back. She wiped wet hair away and risked a glance. It was Driskin, his frame barely outlined in the city’s collective torchlight. His eyes bore down on her. “You ain’t gettin’ away.” He laughed and scampered down but a silhouette rose from behind, engulfing his smaller body. Choking, flailing, and then a grunt, sent Driskin’s body flying overhead to crash in the stream. She glimpsed Driskin’s feeble effort to stay afloat, but he went under gurgling.

The huge figure approached. Her ankle throbbed, teeth chattered. She recognized his face and reached up but lost her grip on the rock. She clawed at the slippery bank but the rushing current dragged her down. She tried to swim, but with one useless ankle, she floundered.

It only took Trute a few enormous strides to bound downstream to the small bridge she would have traversed had the men not forced her down the alley. She reached, desperate. He leaned over the rails and plucked her from the waters. As he hauled her up by the wrist, Driskin lunged from one of the bridge’s support beams and grabbed her around the waist. She thought her shoulder would give way. As Trute lifted, the man slid down her body and seized her sprained ankle. She cried out and let go of Trute’s wrist, but he held on to hers. Still in the water up to his chest, the current dragged Driskin under the bridge but he clung to Kayna as if her foot was the last knot in a rope. Her ribs were grinding against the floor planks of the bridge. Trute could have easily pulled her up, but he did not. Instead, he was feeling along the wooden rail with his free hand. The weight of the man was going to tear off her foot. “Please,” she groaned. Trute broke off a piece of wooden railing just the right size, leaned, and whacked the clinger’s head. Driskin dropped like a corpse, into the racing stream.

Her soaked dress rained on the planks. Trute lowered her and she sat in a puddle shivering. Tears blended with water streaming from her hair. She looked up as she rubbed her ankle, “Did you see my friend?

Trute nodded sadly.

“Is he…?” She could not finish the question.

Trute nodded. He eased her up and cradled her in his massive arms. In the fortress of his muscle, she wondered if he felt the weight of her heavy heart. The morbid dread of the emperor’s visit clutched her as she saw the soft glow of the temple in Trute’s eyes. She rested her head against his chest. He carried her uphill to bitter sanctuary.

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Leyoi caressed the image on the necklace’s sliver of antler. An Alyndrean should never cherish such things. Forgive me goddess. She had come to Iddissium with a baby girl at her breast. She held the necklace in secret when worrying about Kayna. She had hoped to give up the burden tonight. I ought not to fret. She is a woman now. I will confess everything…on the other side of the river. That hope had changed suddenly…

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Rich guys beg Congress to raise their taxes

November 18, 2011 Leave a comment
 
I am so sick of this kind of idiocy.
 
First, a businessman with any sense should already know that the US Governement is a bloated, corrupt, debt-ridden ship of fools when it comes to spending.   Why give THEM money?   There are plenty of other avenues where the funds would be better used.
 
Second, instead of having the already out-of-control government MANDATE higher taxes to fuel their spending orgies, these millionaires could just VOLUNTARILY DONATE as much as they wanted!   I’ve never heard of a government turning DOWN money.    But by begging the government to mandate it for everyone, they are destroying the spirit of volunteerism that should be the driver behind these sorts of things.
 
Third – …oh, what the heck.  The idiocracy tidal wave is coming, might as well stop talking and grab a flotation device.
 
<shakes head in dismay>
BrazenBlogger
 

Success is evil, let loose the mob

September 23, 2011 Leave a comment
A Republican congressman talks about how highter tax rates cut into business profits and reinvestment, using his businesses as an example.
Rather than take his point about how high taxes help nobody and only hurt businesses, and how the problem is not a tax problem of taking more money from people but a spending problem from an out-of-control government – the biased newscaster instead merely attempts to villainize him simply for making too much money.   The article calls him out of touch with reality.     They entirely overlook his point – which is if government only taxed businesses 10 percent, he might have an extra MILLION laying around to open more stores, create more jobs, increase wages, etc.   Overtaxing small businesses is killing the job-suppliers.
Then, in a headline called “Left blogs stew over Fleming’s 400k”, people go nuts over the “crime” that a hardworking successful American makes more than they do, pushing for socialism and handouts.
Some of the comments are downright scary.   For example:
“Another liberal blogger said that the Fleming’s comments were insensitive to those who made significantly less than him. “You’re complaining that you have only eight times the median salary for American households? Boo. Frakking. Hoo,” said AddictingInfo blogger Justin Rosario. “Are you going to stand in front of a group of children that have no home and have the balls to say that you don’t feel comfortable paying a few extra thousand a year to keep them fed and off the streets?”
Answer:   Yes, Comrade Justin the neo-Communist, that is EXACTLY what we are saying.    Government has NO RIGHT to take away money from those who earned it to give to those who did not.   Stop overdramatizing them as homeless children starving on the streets (when is the last time you’ve seen that in America?) – what we’re really talking about here is Welfare and Handouts and Socialism and Communism, often given to slackers who laugh at work and effort, sitting around in whining entitlement pity-parties, claiming it is unfair that some people have earned more than they get to receive.
Another:
“How dare this guy complain about ‘only’ making 400K per year when families of 4 are living on $12,000 a year?” exclaimed blogger ABL at the liberal blog Balloon Juice.
Answer:   Dolt, he’s not complaining about his own money.    Instead, he’s complaining that even despite all those businesses he owns and revenue from them, that at the end of the day he didn’t have ANOTHER MILLION on top of it that could have been used for massive reinvestment and growth, stimulating the economy for others.    If you earn 5 MILLION dollars, and the government taxes you at 90%, and you only have 500k left over – YEAH, you SHOULD complain.    The amount relative to others is immaterial to the point – except to the truly stupid.
Another:
Daily Kos blogger points out that Fleming’s family includes four adult children between the age of 21 and 32. “So, that means he’s basically budgeting approximately $200K a year for what? Dinners out with his wife?” said Ubiquitous A.
Answer:   Who CARES what he spends his $200,000 on?   House payments, whatnot.   He is not EVIL for EARNING $200k in disposable income.   He worked up to buy and run a number of businesses, he earned it, it is his to enjoy.   I don’t care if he spends 200,000 per year on COMIC BOOKS – that is his RIGHT.
On and on.   This isn’t about whether every facet of the congressman is right, or his numbers, or if republicans or flawless.  The major elephant in the room here – which should greatly alarm ANYONE who understands history of countries before they fall – is how success is now being labeled “evil”, and how cries for socialism are drowning out all sense.
True, it is good when those who have done well are generous to those who are working their way up, but this is their CHOICE.    A righteous government cannot and should not steal one man’s honest earnings to give to another.    Notice I said “those who are working their way up”, I did not say give to those who are “less fortunate” – as fortune and luck often have little to do with it.
And yes, there are many issues afoot here – we do need tax REFORM.   And greater than that, we need to kill big-government insanity spending.     But perhaps bigger than all of those problems is the idiocracy – the stupid, liberal haters who believe whatever they’re puppeted to believe, killing all good principles and freedoms in a stampede of relativism – and how they are rushing like lemmings into the socialist sea.
As with so many countries who have lost their freedoms, a key tactic has ALWAYS been to mobilize the poor against the successful, pitting the lazy C student against the hardworking A student as if it was just “luck” and “unfair”.    Those who pass up opportunities for education (even when offered funds), hard work, job and skill improvement (I know plenty of cases of all these) are then mobilized by corrupt governments and media to hate people who have really, really worked hard, long hours and been frugal with their finances to have a better life – as if they were merely “lucky” – or even “wicked” for doing so, as we’re seeing plain as day here.    It’s the beginning of the end.
Fleming actually said it pretty well:
“Class warfare’s never created a job,” Fleming responded. “And that’s people that will not get jobs. This is all about creating jobs, Chris, this is not about attacking people who make certain incomes. You know in this country, most people feel that being successful in their business is a virtue, not a vice, and once we begin to identify it as a vice, this country is going down.”
Written by guest blogger BrazenBlogger

WHAMMO Moments

September 18, 2011 4 comments

I suspect no one who is reading my blog thinks writing a book is easy, much less an epic heroic fantasy. I remember thinking I would write Creed of Kings in 6 months while having a full-time job! Can you believe that? I assumed it would be difficult, like running a marathon. Confident in my creativity and inspiration I fiddled around with an idea and started.  Some 300,000 words later…well, you get the idea.

If I wasn’t such a perfectionist, I’d have a pile of rejection letters. I fear failure so much that I never surrendered to the common naiveté of so many wannabe writers. Learning the art is a continuing process. I didn’t slap things together and mail it off to an agent/publisher and cross my fingers. My tombstone will say, “Here lies a writer, whose manuscript just kept getting better, and better, and better…”

I’ve had many breakthroughs. I’ve shed a lot of skin, dropped many illusions, lost and gained confidence. I’ve charged the hill more times than I care to remember. One truly has to love this to bloody ones head tirelessly against the wall. I don’t want to settle out of court. I want to win under the harsh blazing sun. I want what I write to stand in that glare and not only survive but thrive in your heart!

I have 9 followers on this blog now and many who travel in from twitter, Facebook, and various other avenues. I owe to you and all the potential readers to deliver the absolute best that I can. But, before you, there is me. It has to rock my own world. If it’s not obvious, I am a harsh critic of my own work. There are many moments that make me smile in the saga I’m writing. I imagine those moments like Christmas gifts under your tree waiting and waiting for the opening. Until I see you smiling in my dream I will keep up the mission.

I know that I have lots of good parts, but I had not made the plot points and paradigms shifts as stark as they needed to bewhen I got to the end of the Creed of Kings in May of this year. I started revising. I thought I was on the final lap, but in an epic this huge there is necessary back story. One character had an odyssey in his past. As I revised, his back story grew and got better. It was too big and weighing down the story much like the student pictured.

The story has to be told. I’m the only one who can tell it. Given the nature of today’s e-publishing revolution it is highly advantages to have multiple (well done!) books available online.  That was the WHAMMO moment.

WHAMMO moments happen in books, movies, life, and the evolution of a striving writer. I realized I had two books on the verge of completion. I unraveled the back story from the main character in Creed and brought it out as its own unique stand alone story. Now, I basically have one book done that needs revisions and I have another book nearing first draft status. Furthermore, looking at things this way, I see a potential for one or two other books (these books are in my head now) prior to the trilogy Creed of Kings, which is already highly realized.

However, I still need to finish…something! I’ve put so much on the line. Walking away from a successful sales career, and I have a lot less than I’m used to now, for about 4 years now, all so I can pursue this life long dream. But, it’s now or never. Come hell or high water I will have a first draft complete within the next 100 days of my current unnamed project. 2012 will be the year! I’m aiming to release two major works within 6 months.

 

The Lie of New Age Open-mindedness

August 14, 2011 2 comments

Open-mindedness is, without question, considered a cardinal virtue of the new age. To deconstruct frameworks of understanding the world is ‘open-minded’. To tear constructs apart and leave scattered confusion is ‘unbiased’. To ignore the devastation wrought on a soul is ‘enlightenment’. To fill the void with the thin watery tasteless gruel of “the truth to you is not the truth to me” is ‘wholesome’.

I don’t consider the absolute open mind to be virtuous. Thankfully, some people are finally starting to think about it more although it is perhaps too late for our culture. Is anyone shocked that I said I don’t consider open-mindedness a virtue? Yes! Because many misunderstand the problem I have with the so-called ‘open mind’. Open-mindedness today means, “Judge not lest ye be judged” which is a biblical quote torn from context. That verse is better known than John 3:16 nowadays. Non-Christians seem to quote it more than anyone does. The quote is like Kryptonite for the well-meaning but un-thinking Christian. These days open-mindedness is, in effect, saying that making distinctions (judgments) is wrong. I think I’m morally obligated to judge. An open mind today is an ultra-hyper-tolerant mind that stands for very little because it fears being thought of as narrow-minded: fear of making distinction. The fifteen to twenty-five crowd typically desire distinction only in clothing or tattoos or hair, not in thought. They seem to crave adherence to groupthink under their various appearances of clothing and hair.

Paradoxically, the so-called ‘open mind’ today is the most pre-judgmental and intolerant of all. It wants to put everyone under an indistinguishable collective unity, the ‘correct’ – politically correct – system. It breaks down gender roles, melds all religions into one (thereby diminishing the distinctions), and insists all cultures are equal. Many, especially ‘liberals’, think that open-mindedness is one of the highest moral virtues one can have. I think open-mindedness, as it is known today, will cause your mind to be polluted.

Not all ideas are equal by virtue of mere existence. You must inspect (judge) the ideas at the gate of your mind or you will be slaughtered from the inside out. You cannot open up to everything. The old saying goes: You must stand for something or you’ll fall for anything. And wow, do we have multitudes imploding. Open-mindedness is discernment starving. Something will fill that vacuum. Unguarded minds are stuffed with uninspected cargo, weighted down but empty of understanding. Open-mindedness says nothing is objectionable. That is a lie.

What is the answer? Have an open VIEW and an ACTIVE mind.

So you wanna write a novel?

August 3, 2011 2 comments

A co-worker wants to write a book. This is the advice I gave her.

Remember the feelings and thoughts that you had when you read a good book or saw a good movie? Those are the feelings and thoughts you want to give your readers. Learning the skills to give that to readers is not a small matter. It is the most important thing you must do in the beginning that eventually achieves excellence in your presentation of the story. Keep in mind that people are going to pay for your book with their hard-earned money. Eventually, if you succeed, an agent or a publisher is going to pay you money for the product (your manuscript) and they don’t want to waste their money nor do they want to waste their time with amateur writing/storytelling. They’re busy critiquing a mountain of manuscripts already and if yours slips up in the first five pages, they chunk it. It’s a business decision. So, excellence and professionalism from you must be at the forefront of your efforts. If you are not prepared for great sacrifice and tremendous effort, then walk away now. The Karate Kid was told, “The man who can catch a fly with chopsticks can do anything.” Well, writing a good book is like catching a gnat with pool cues. It is extremely difficult and requires talent, skill, and a burning desire to shoulder through many challenges you can’t even imagine yet. And, If you are not going through tough challenges, you’re book will probably be awful not matter how great you think the story is.

Don’t even think about publishing at first. It is naïve. Thinking about publishing is like saying you are going to try out for the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders and expect to be accepted by simply showing up. Put it out of your mind! Focus on the fundamentals of storytelling and writing. That’s it!

When you look at a house or a car, you can’t see all the hard work that went into it, you just see the finished product. It’s the same when you hold a book in your hand. You don’t see all the years of effort the author put into it. What you hold in your hand is concept, character, theme, and story structure (plot points, milestones etc.) Years have gone into the author finding his or her writing voice and learning how to write a scene properly using dialog and narrative. You can’t slack off in any of these areas. If you do, you will flounder and/or give up like a two-wheel drive car when you needed a four-wheel drive monster truck.

Books I highly recommend to start you off are “The First Five Pages” by Noah Lukeman and “How to Write the Breakout Novel” by Donald Maass. Google the titles if I’ve got a word or two off. If you read these books, I have more to recommend.

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