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Safe With Your Own Kind

Watched Narrow Margin. A tense little noir with great one liners that had it all: humor, twists, violence, style, voice, and a little kid in danger. A gravel voice cop escorts a mob boss’s wife to court via train to testify but the mob wants her dead. If I see it on DVD I’ll definitely pick it up.

A lot of times people say to me:

“You hide behind your keyboard and your views, safe with your own kind and your own people.”

I’ve explained myself with the first part of the comment. I am a keyboard warrior. Being autistic, a keyboard is my preferred choice of communication. My weapon and skill.

Now, what is wrong with wanting to be with people who share your view, no matter your view? If you see black and everyone one else sees white, living in that white world is going to be hard on you, no? (no pun intended)

I grew up in a little hick town called Howell in New Jersey – Monmouth County – and it sucked. Today you would call it Trump country. It was full of Aryan, racist views. Narrow minded, stuck up middle class and white trash. Homophobic. I did not share or fit in. I was a freak, a weirdo, and a loser. I got my ass kicked a lot.

Why should I fit in? I mean, I could but who wants to vomit three times a day?

So of course I wanted to leave and find someplace to fit in, to share my views. And I did in Jersey City.

That’s not to say I didn’t learn about other points to view. I learned a lot about hate and prejudice during my childhood. I learned how sad they were. How they lived in fear. How money controlled them. I saw their POV clearly.

I also saw POVs of LGBT, Latinos, Chicanos, Blacks, Africans, Muslims, etc. I spent my life learning POVs since leaving Howell. And I made them my own POV. I’m still learning. I’m a fucking sponge.

So if anyone says that I’m hiding behind my kind’s pov where I feel safe, then yeah. I am. And I do feel safe. As an autistic who has been abused by neuro typical white people through out my life, I do feel safe on my side.
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Too Busy Saving Other Kids, No Time For Their Own

Heat wave is subsiding. I’m not doing much but I have plans in July.

Watched Warlock. I don’t watch many westerns except for the classics or if they stick out for some reasons. This one stick out for Richard Widmark. I’ll watch anything with him in it. I know he doesn’t seem like the type to be in a western. He was in another one (The Last Wagon) where he played a half breed Native American who helps a group of Christians across the territories to safety while Native Americans and Military are after their asses. It was pretty good. So is Warlock. Anthony Quinn and Henry Fonda starred in it also. Not into Henry Fonda. Quinn was great and out of character. They whole movie was complex about good and evil even though it used the same story about a town bullied by bad guys. The story tore the characters up. The ending was not wrapped up nice and dandy.

Speaking of bullies.

My son’s bully keeps escalating. Just will not stay away from him, keeps his hands to himself or his mouth shut. Now that my son’s pedophile homeroom teacher is out having heart surgery, they have a sub for the rest of the year and the kid can what ever he wants to my son to torture him. Like regular teachers, subs do even less.

I did more research on his family. Turns out his grandfather is a Council Man Eugene Skurnick and not only is his aunt a former writer but a publisher, Lizzie Skurnick Books. Maybe that’s where he learns such phrases as “No one is going to believe you,” and “They will listen to me and not you,” that he says to my son. Classic terms you say to a girl before you rape her, no?

People in power over little people.

I’ll call the school again today. I don’t expect much. Bullies have more rights than victims. That’s just how it is. How it’s made.

They already talked to his father numerous times and the kid is in bully counseling. Kid has no fear of his father or his father just doesn’t care. Maybe he’s one of those liberals that is too busy saving other people’s kids, has no time to save his own?
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PULL the Tail

Summer approaches and the heat has increased here. Today has gotten so hot that the schools decided on a half day for the kids. I think it only reached 92 as of now. Not that hot but hot enough.

Different from when I was a kid. I don’t remember schools closing because of the heat. We never had air conditioning and sometimes the teacher had a fan going in the classroom. We were allowed to make those paper fans and they kept the shades down.

Children’s rights have changed some.

No work. Had to prove rights to A Girl Closer to Death so the proof can be mailed. This is getting tedious. Still waiting for them to release it even though it was cleared yesterday. Slow.

People picking out the cover for Sandwich Can’t Stop A Bullet is going well. Looks like a contender and it’s not the one I favor. Interesting.

Watched James Whale’s Old Dark House Friday night. So fucking crazy. I loved. An eclectic group of young, contemporary, party people are stranded in this old, dark house in the middle of this absurd storm. Of course the people in the house are old, odd, and borderline psycho. Boris Karloff plays a mute butler who you don’t want to get drunk. It reminded me of a Tobe Hooper film, the tone of escalating insanity by use of characters; ala Texas Chainsaw Massacre 1 and 2.

Also saw Babysitter Wanted. A nice gory film about a Christian college girl who takes a job babysitting for this couple who live out in the boonies. The night she sits for the shy little boy, a man comes to kill him. Nothing is what it seems and there is a nice religious theme running through it. We’ve rewatched it many times. The only things that bothers me is the use of Scream jump scare music the first 45 minutes of the movie when there is nothing scary going on. Speaking of Chainsaw 2, Bill Mosely is in it as the town sheriff; a good guy!

Now I have to work on saving one of our cats. M is back to pulling her tail again and is getting way too aggressive. Even pushing at her to hear her meow. Going to try some visuals since distraction and hand-over-hand isn’t working much, or at least not fast enough. I printed out some pictures to make a don’t pull the cat’s tail sign. Hope it works.

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Medical Torture For Something There Is No Cure For

Finished the edits on the collection, which is now called A Sandwich Can’t Stop a Bullet. It’s pulled from one of the shorts inside. Hopefully the title is catchy and noir enough. I still have time to change it.

Also wrote the publishing history page for the previously pubbed shorts. Just have to do some more formatting on the front matter and do the cover.

Also fixed that category matter at Nook.

Kindle flagged another titled for copyright verification. Sent them my standard letter of ownership and I guess I’ll hear back from them in a few days. Shit’s getting crazy but I guess this is how the world runs these days. I did experience the plagiarism once before.

Went to M’s moving on ceremony today. It was sweet. She was so excited to have Neen and I there. Over heard the teachers gushing over M’s reactions to us. They really love her and will miss her next year when she moves on to kindergarten.

Neurotribes continues to be an interesting. Read a chapter where a couple dealt with their son’s autism during the anti-vaccination craze. She followed the cult of D.A.N. and used strict diets and pills for her son. Some of the diets did help but most made him miserable.

They became obsessed with ridding the metals from their child’s body in order to cure him of autism. She didn’t do anything extreme but she researched many methods like chelation therapy, hugging therapy, and skull marrow massaging-something.

The parents finally came to their senses, finally saw their son’s misery and decided to put him first, when the doctor pushed for chelation, the process of filtering the mercury out of the blood even though it was at a low level.

They then turned to ABA therapy and their son learned, over time, to take care of himself and to live with his autism. They learned to accept him.

Glad that this craze is not so strong now. At least I don’t see it too much myself. I do see it from time to time online. I just can’t imagine parents doing these horrible, abusive things to their children. Medical torture for the sake of curing them of something that there is no cure for. Freaks me out.

Now I’m up to Asperger and his school for kids.

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Eating Quite the Monster

No work done.

Went to writing group in the late afternoon.

Family stuff.

Last night we finished Season of the Witch and watched the conversation between Romero and Guillermo Del Toro. I miss George. So glad I met him when I did.

Next few weeks should be busy with the kids ending school and M’s graduation.

If all goes well, I can complete some work stuff and clear the way for some short stories and novellas this summer.

Started reading Neurotribes. Really digging it. It traced the history of autism and starts off with a scientists named Cavendish back in the 1750s. Should eat this one up fast even though it’s quite the monster.

Do Your Job, Homicidal

Little work on The Collection. This rate I can be done editing by next week.

Completed some house projects I’ve been putting off because of the novel.

Summer is looming and the kids will be out soon. Finally vacation and can leave the city.

Finished Homicidal. Liked it a lot. Ripped off Psycho at the end but I did not see it coming. If I see it on DVD I’ll pick it up for my collection.

Thought about some short stories I wanted to write, in and out of the Tenebrous Chronicles. Maybe I can get to them this summer. That had always been my plan.

Although my brain is busy thinking about the world, if I type it out I would only be repeating myself. Not that many people read this blog anyway. I’ll try to think of something new tomorrow.

But I will leave you with this observation:

Conservatives say to the football player: Do your job and stand for the national anthem.

Liberals say to the baker: Do your job and bake the wedding cake.

Is it no wonder we live in a two party tyranny?

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Pooped

Some how I was able to squeeze in a little work on The Collection today while M was home. A nice chunk. At this point half of the stories have been previously published or edited to death, so I’m just checking for typos or last minute grammar tweaks.

I still don’t know what to call it or when I’ll release it. It will be during the summer and it will be a crime collection.

The rest of the day I hung out with M and tried to keep her from pulling one of the cat’s tail…again. The damn cat doesn’t run away. I think she likes it.

M hasn’t gotten into the phase in a good long time. Maybe it’s been 8 months. Or a year. She’s so full of energy that she’s obviously ready to go back to school. But we’ll see how she is tomorrow.

Other than that my day has been uneventful unless cooking, cleaning, wiping butts, and picking people up with the car sounds exiting.

I’m pooped.

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