KISS OF THE ASSASSIN, ECHOES OF AN ALL TOO REAL TODAY

 

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JOYLENE NOWELL BUTLER HAS WRITTEN 

A FULL THROTTLE THRILLER!

Marina Antonovna, a Soviet spy.  Mateo Arcusa, an American homicide lieutenant.

 Their love, flitting off and on through the years, as tangible and tragic as a modern Greek tragedy ... 

yet though born of Soviet espionage and the madness of the Vietnam War, it holds echoes of today's political maelstrom. 

Those echoes reverberate in this romance veined with international, social, and ethical intrigue.

 Joylene Nowell Butler's prose is crisp, her suspense taunt, her plot pulsing with a life of its own.

 We never quite escape our childhood traumas, never quite give up hoping someone's love will heal us. 

But the love which heals us can also doom us as Marina and Mateo discover. 

 Join them in this romantic thriller to see if happiness is destined to be forever denied them. 

You won't regret this passage into danger.

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DO YOU TRUST OUR CONGRESS?

 

I know these congressional members sleep well at night.

And none go to bed hungry.

WHERE IT ALL TIES TOGETHER

 

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EVER WONDER WHERE THE EVIL MUMMY CHILD,

SHERT NEBTI,

DISAPPEARED TO?

HOW DID VICTOR STANDISH

WIND UP IN THAT LAST BUS TO

NEW ORLEANS?

HOW DID VICTOR STANDISH GO FROM 2005 TO THE DEMETER IN 1853

AND ALMOST KILL HIMSELF IN THE WOMB?

HOW DOES VICTOR END UP ON THE DECK

OF THE CURSED DEMETER

WITH HIS MOTHER?

LISTEN TO THE TALENTED 

FRANCENE LOCKETT

NARRATE MY HOMAGE TO

RAY BRADBURY'S 

SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES

&

J. D. SALINGER'S

THE CATCHER IN THE RYE,

AIDED BY HER HOLLYWOOD SOUND EDITOR

HUSBAND, THOMAS LOCKETT!

FRANCENE SAID THAT EVEN THOUGH THE

LIGHTS WERE ON WHEN SHE LISTENED 

TO THE FINISHED PRODUCT,

SHE SHIVERED ...

AND IT WAS HER VOICE!

TAKE A CHANCE

AND BUY IT.

AUDIBLE LETS YOU

RETURN PURCHASES.

THE FAINT TAPPING 

YOU MAY HEAR

ON YOUR WINDOW PANE

WON'T BE THE WITHERED FINGERS

OF SHERT NEBTI ...

PROBABLY.

INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAY Tribute_Done With My Own Twist

I am Margaret Fuller.

You may recognize my name from the adventures of Samuel McCord and that scamp, Victor Standish.

History has me drowned upon this date in 1850 aged forty. 

In 1853, when Captain Samuel McCord met me aboard the cursed DEMETER, I was still all too alive.

Shortly thereafter, I became a unique form of undead. But then, I have always been unique -- alive or undead.

My beliefs (feminist and Transcendentalist), accomplishments and fervent personality put me in the spotlight throughout my life,

but my "last" years, spent in Rome supporting the short-lived Roman Republic, reached an operatic level of passion and poignancy.

As foreign correspondent of Horace Greeley's New York Tribune, 

I argued the cause of the Italian revolutionists in the dispatches sent home.

In Rome, I assisted on the Republican ramparts and in their field hospitals.

I also married an Italian nobleman who was prominent in the Republican cause, and had a son by him. 

With the ramparts fallen and my husband in jeopardy, I reluctantly decided to return to America, 

despite premonitions of disaster and warnings from Emerson and other Concord friends 

that my socialist leanings and doubtful marriage would provoke public disfavor.

As if I have ever cared what the rabble thought. 

When my boat ran aground just off the New York coast,

I chose to stay with my husband, who could not swim. 

Both of us were washed to sea and never found, (so history reports).

But Henry (David Thoreau) found me washed upon the shore not far from my young boy’s body.

The memorial to me put up by my family reads,

“Born a child of New England, / By adoption a citizen of Rome, / By genius belonging to the World.” 

My genius has never been in question.

Edgar Allan Poe thought me such. He believed that the fallacy in my lobby for women's rights was that

"She judges woman by the heart and intellect of Miss Fuller, but there are not more than one or two dozen Miss Fullers on the whole face of the earth."
 

Poe’s evaluation is echoed in comments by Emerson and Hawthorne — 

though they let slip that their attraction might be more than intellectual

(as it was)

when they both referred to me in print as “Margaret Fuller, the Sexy Muse.”

I now know all the people worth knowing in America,

and I find no intellect comparable to my own except for dear Ada (Byron, Lady Loveless - 

author of the first computer language a 100 years before the invention of the computer itself.)

McCord has his moments, but he is restrained by his Victorian ideals and code that he will not cast aside. I love him for his nobility. 

It will be the death of him.

What will be the death of you? 

I wager your friends know even if you do not. I leave you with a bit of my own verse :

“Let me gather from the Earth,
one full grown fragrant flower,
Let it bloom within my bosom
through its one fragile hour….”
 
Of my past, I neither rejoice nor grieve, for bad or good, I acted out my character.

SOFT DIPLMACY, DEAD INNOCENTS_IWSG Post_Are we Neo-Nero's?

 

"Wet on me, and I will have your mother shot."

The West never learns and we find ourselves facing another Hitler invading not Poland but the Ukraine.

We write our novels, but are we Neo Nero's fiddling while the world burns in the start of WWIII?

When President Obama took office, he promised a re-set in Russian Policy and a radical approach in ‘soft diplomacy.’

It is a tragic mistake many make in dealing with other cultures, putting your ethic in the minds of those of another mind-set.

The Westerners who showed compassion to the Indian thought the warriors should respond in kind. 

The warriors merely believed their Medicine was strong, and the White Men were weak.

European politicians tried to placate Hitler and millions died.

Now, we are going down a similar tragic path.

"Oh, but you do not know Putin," I hear many wail.

Do you?

 

Many consider Vladimir Putin to be roughly a cross between Joseph Stalin and Sauron.

I jest but it is only because the man is truly scary:

Putin's parents lived through the siege of Leningrad in World War II, his father was probably a KGB agent,

and none of their neighbors remembers little Vladimir even existing as a child younger than about seven or eight years old,

so there is some speculation that his very existence began with theft, when his "parents" stole him from his real parents.

These are the type of things that can happen in a country ruled by Josef Stalin.

But whether he was kidnapped or sold or honestly born, Putin had a deceitful streak from a very early age, as any good son of the KGB should.

Those who claim to remember what he was like as a child (including himself) will tell you that he was a tough kid,

he ran with a bad crowd and was often the leader of it, and he would stop at nothing to punish anyone who crossed him.

As he matured, he got his act together just enough to become a KGB agent.

Russians in the 1990s were looking at an exciting but confusing new world.


MARCH, 1997:


Vladimir Putin is plucked from obscurity out of the St. Petersburg local government apparatus by President Boris Yeltsin and named Deputy Chief of Staff.

In June, he defends his PhD dissertation in “strategic planning” at St. Petersburg’s Mining Institute.

Later, this document proves to have been plagiarized from a KGB translation of work by U.S. professors published many years earlier

(as if nobody would notice, and in fact for quite a while nobody did).


JULY, 1998:


In a second inexplicable move, Yeltsin names Putin head of the KGB (now called the FSB).


NOVEMBER, 1998:


Less than four months after Putin takes over at the KGB, opposition Duma Deputy Galina Starovoitova,

the most prominent pro-democracy Kremlin critic in the nation, is murdered at her apartment building in St. Petersburg.

Four months after that, Putin will play a key role in silencing the Russian Attorney General, Yury Skuratov,

who was investigating high-level corruption in the Kremlin, by airing an illicit sex video involving Skuratov on national TV.

Four months after the dust settles in the Skuratov affair, Putin will be named Prime Minister.


AUGUST, 1999:


Completing a hat trick of bizarre spontaneous promotions, proud KGB spy Putin is named by Yeltsin Prime Minister of Russia.

Almost immediately, Putin orders a massive bombing campaign against the tiny, defenseless breakaway republic of Chechnya,

 apparently seeing the reassertion of Russian power there as key to overall resurgence of Russia’s military and state security apparatus, his primary political objective.

On August 26th, he’s forced to acknowledge the horrific consequences of the bombing. Hundreds of civilians are killed and tens of thousands are left homeless as civilian targets are attacked.


NEW YEAR'S EVE, 1999:


Boris Yeltsin resigns the presidency of Russia, handing the office to Putin in order to allow him to run as an incumbent three months later.

[Between April 2000 and March 2002, Russia plunges into a nightmarish conflict in Chechnya eerily similar to what America now faces in Iraq.

Opposition journalists, especially those who dare to report on what it going on in Chechnya, suddenly start dying.

In 2000 alone, reporters Igor Domnikov, Sergey Novikov, Iskandar Khatloni, Sergey Ivanov and Adam Tepsurgayev are murdered --

not by hostile fire in Chechnya but in blatant assassinations at home in Russia.]


APRIL, 2003:


Sergei Yushenkov, co-chairman of the Liberal Russia political party, is gunned down at the entrance of his Moscow apartment block.

Yushenkov had been serving as the vice chair of the group known as the “Kovalev Commission”

which was formed to informally investigate charges that Putin’s KGB had planted the Pechatniki and Kashirskoye apartment bombs


to whip up support for the Putin’s war in Chechnya after the formal legislative investigation turned out to be impossible.

Another member of the Commission, Yuri Shchekochikhin will perish of poisoning,

a third will be severely beaten by thugs,

and two other members will lose their seats in the Duma.

The Commission’s lawyer, Mikhail Trepashkin will be jailed after a secret trial on espionage charges.

Today, virtually none of the members of the Commission are left whole, and it is silent.


JUNE, 2004:


Nikolai Girenko, a prominent human rights defender, Professor of Ethnology and expert on racism and discrimination in the Russian Federation

is shot dead in his home in St Petersburg.


JULY, 2004:


Paul Klebnikov, editor of the Russian edition Forbes magazine, is shot and killed in Moscow.

Forbes has reported that at the time of his death, Paul was believed to have been investigating a complex web of money laundering involving a Chechen reconstruction fund,

reaching into the centers of power in the Kremlin and involving elements of organized crime and the FSB (the former KGB).


The murders of Putin's opponents keep piling up year after year after year after year ...


JULY, 2009:


On July 14, 2009, leading Russian human rights journalist and activist Natalia Estemirova, a single mother of a teenaged daughter, was abducted in front of her home in Grozny, Chechnya,

spirited across the border into Ingushetia, shot and dumped in a roadside gutter.


2014:

The shooting down of a passenger jet over Ukraine – with the loss of nearly 300 lives – is a human tragedy and a moral abomination.
 
Part of the outrage is that Russian leader Vladimir Putin is trying to avoid culpability. His hands are bloody, or should we say bloodier.

Russia started this confrontation with Ukraine and armed pro-Russian separatists with surface-to-air missiles

that almost certainly brought down Malaysia Airlines Flight 17.

 Putin and his minions can’t now disavow the horrible consequences if trigger-happy separatists mistook the Boeing 777 for a Ukrainian military plane on Thursday.

This is a conflict of polar opposites. On one side of the terrifying crisis blowing up on the borders of Russia and Ukraine stands

Vladimir Putin, the ruthless former KGB officer, focused with deadly intent on rebuilding the Soviet empire.

On the other are

the frivolous, dithering politicians of the West, high-fiving each other at summits and conveying their condolences, after a monstrous atrocity, on the teenagers’ medium of Twitter.

THE PRESENT:

You already know the horror of a 40 mile convoy of invading Russian troops ...

and the threat of nuclear retaliance against the West.

And the world has given him billions to finance this travesty.

Profits over Morality.

It is Hitler and the dithering politicians of the West once again ...

but this time the weapons of war are truly monstrous.

The govermental blindness is the same.