In the not-too-distant-Future…a snarky power-mad gender-bending Senator (with Presidential aspirations, of course) is having trouble getting respect even in the D.C. Swamp. “They” unexpectedly meet a second soulmate, in the form of a race-bending bodyguard of all people, on a history making supersonic flight back home to Texas.
Short stories as “backstory”
I’m sure I’m not the first writer to figure this out, but it’s becoming clear that the short stories I’ve written since deciding to finally work on my “response” to The Handmaid’s Tale are functioning as backstory of sorts. (Two years ago I gave mine the clunky title, “The Sisterhood of the Traveling Sabayas.”*)
Have a favorite in No Respect? Stay tuned
My plan at the moment is to make the crew and passengers on the supersonic-flight in “No Respect” the main cast in my book. The short stories I’ll do over the next few weeks will, therefore, pick up on one or a pair of these folks, to fill in some Life details and show the perspective they are bringing** to a (totalitarian) Future under Islamic rule, which I see as much more realistic than any future ruled by a fundamental-Christian theocracy that Margaret Atwood’s fifty-shades-of-red-feminist fantasy novel drones on about (or pines for?).
“Dev” from Killer Fries is in this story…
…along with one other from “Killer,” because I realized I could effectively use them in the new novel I’m planning. To accomplish this I amended KF by adding a scene-setting paragraph at the beginning and a new one at the end.
Killer Fries…In which a recurring nightmare leaves a tough man’s man wondering, once again, which really would be scarier: settling down and having a bunch of headstrong kids, or routinely dealing with political monsters that never seem to get their comeuppance soon enough
Thanks for reading my stories!
*Sabaya is the term used by ISIS, at least, for “sex slave”
**insight into Islam and an Islamic theocracy, or total naivte
The old America is dead. It’s time for a new, Progressive flag many people say. After all the pro-abortion news lately I came up with this. I just can’t imagine anyone I know (or would want to know) wearing this on a t-shirt, so for now, it’ll just be here…
Tell me again why Fed-gov calls September 11th “Patriot Day?”
The 19th of April (1775) should rightfully carry that badge of courage, but Fed-gov despises individuals standing up to Tyrants like those New England colonists did way back then. That date in April has a much more important Propaganda Mission now. It’s much more useful as a red-hot illustration of the might and mayhem that the FBI/ATF/etc. can rain down on little ol’ Joe-Sixpack or David-Koresh.
“Pearl Harbor Day” (the 7th of December) should be “Patriot Day,” too
I’m betting “World Trade Center Day” was scrapped to take the attention off the (civilian) object of actual attack and the countless (civilian) victims. Have you considered the weirdness of so many things that day? Let merely the demolition-precise “collapse” of so-called Building 7 (untouched by planes or much debris) swirl in your head.
The powers-that-be can’t have Joe’s surviving sister, Suzy-Sixpack, give even a passing thought on that matter, or, or…well, she might look further.
Don’t lose your Faith
Too much thinking might cause Suzy to doubt. After doubt could come loss of Faith…and faith in her supreme leaders and their big budget Military Industrial Complex, is crucial. In a nation this large and mobile and, dare I say it, diverse, Faith in them and what they say is the most important cog in their Control-machine. They must protect her and her kind from too much Thinking.
So don’t ever wonder
What ever you do on the 11th of September, or on the 10th, 9th, or on any of the preceding or following 364 days of the year…
don’t wonder, don’t ponder, don’t ruminate on how the mighty U.S. Military Industrial Complex was completely impotent and unable to stop or at lease divert sub-sonic commercial aircraft, yet can keep you safe from any pesky “incoming!” supersonic boom-booms from the NORKS, CHICOMMS, RUSSKIES, IRAN-iacs (or other MUSLOIDS).
Finally…I can say some more 🙂 and that’s, “They’re here!”
16 august 2018
Finally got an actual sample on Tuesday the 14th that I could say “Go Ahead” to! (See above.) I’m guesstimating I’ll have the actual patches within 10 days from now. The price will revert back to $7.00 (shipped) each once that happens.
I have been itching to share this design since I first sketched it out, but now that it’s “In Production,” I finally can!
It sure would make a great license plate, as illustrated above (courtesy of Photoshop®) but how perfect will this simple 3” x 2” embroidered Velco-backed patch look on your Politically-Correct campus this Fall?
Or, if college life is wa-a-ay back in the rearview mirror, how ’bout just seeing it in the neighborhood, say on your (burly, martial-arts trained) older-kids’ backpacks for that always memorable First-Day-of-School? And talk about “Sparking a conversation” at the next family reunion or City Council meeting…
I think you can begin to picture the funtimes ahead.
Regardless of the venue, I’m certain you’ll find plenty of folks who’ll agree with the sentiment:
Can’t we just hang the lot of ‘em?
How to Order
All prices include USA shipping! (OnceI have the patches in hand and they’re ready-to-ship shipping, so for new orders the price is will go back to$7.00 each, shipped.) See the specially-priced “USA – EKG” HERE that’s noted in the order form below.
Of course the United States Space Force (much less it having an actual “Academy”) will never happen. Honestly I don’t care. The fact that on June 18th, 2018, President Trump dared declare such a thing it at all is what makes it so amazing and so logical (as Spock would say).
I came-of-age seeing “2001: A Space Odyssey” on a Cinerama screen in 1968 in West Hartford, Connecticut, so Trump certainly saw that same mind-blowing, feels like you are riding in an earth-to-moon shuttle flick, too, just that he was somewhere near his New York City home. And while I sat mesmerized in front of a modest black & white TV for the original Star Trek episodes as they aired, forced to practice Patience, week by week, Trump likely watched them all, too, only in brilliant color on a luxury-model TV. (I’ve gotta Thank God the only network my family’s aerial could pick up just “happened” to be NBC.)
Like me, as the 70’s became the 80’s, then the 90’s, Trump probably assumed the U.S. would get back to sending men to the moon until we had some sort of “colony” there, before at least making a vow to go beyond our moon. It was enormously disappointing when we didn’t, so I think this “Space Force” fiction is Trump’s attempt to inject life into and turn the 20th century’s version of The American Space-Conquering Dream into a 21st century Space-Warrior dream.