Monthly Archives: January 2018

Pharmacological Research Gone Berserk

Needed: volunteers. With 82,500 words, this medical mystery novel satisfies with plenty of drama, a touch of humor, some sex and violence and a bit of romance. Shea McTory, 31, homeless, volunteers to be locked up for six months for a human nutrition research study. He must learn to deal with nine other volunteers—one a psychopath—and—the good part—meets the love of his life.

While going to the bathroom in the dead of night, Shea McTory witnesses a gurney disappearing into a darkened elevator. Was one of the volunteers lying on it? Is something going on in secret? Something maybe illegal? Maybe even dangerous? Standing at his partly-opened, private door, after rubbing both sleep-starved eyes, he sees the night nurse on her station and everything is quiet again. So, did he see something suspicious, or not? Was he maybe even hallucinating? He has no idea, but what he “thinks” he saw will bother him all night, and later challenge and antagonize him. The conditions he’s living under will prevent any open investigation…any wrong move could even get him kicked out of the study.

Where he’s living could be compared to a Prisoner-of-war camp. Prisoners-of-war live in a place cold and dirty, they eat only what they’re given and their bathroom is likely a pail or can. And they’re locked up. They probably are allowed a little exercise but can go nowhere. I’ve never been a prisoner-of-war, so I don’t know, exactly, what happens, but I can imagine, and I’m pretty sure a prisoner-of-war camp is not a very nice place.

In this novel there are some similarities to a prisoner-of-war camp. Nutrition research volunteers live in a warm and clean facility, and are absolutely locked up. They can go to movies, the mall, bookstores, pretty much whatever, but their every move out in the regular world is chaperoned. No candy, pop, cigarettes, alcohol, and no sex, not even a public water fountain, no anything that people living a normal life can have anytime they want.

Life at MEAL, the Metabolism & Excretion Analysis Laboratory, is not a normal place. Men—volunteers—living there are told what to eat, when to eat, how much to eat, and definitely how to go to the bathroom. At the end of their meals they’re required to clean their dishes, literally, to lick them clean, so that they get every drop of nutrition measured out for each individual volunteer. There’s lots of free time, but tests like electrocardiograms, electroencephalograms, underwater weighing, controlled exercise, et cetera, go on all week. So, it’s not really like a prisoner-of-war camp, and nobody gets tortured or brutalized.

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And even though they signed their name and get paid for living under these conditions for up to six months at a time, they still have the option of stopping, of quitting. And that’s the clincher, what makes living at MEAL similar to, but also way different from, a prisoner-of-war camp: any time they can’t take it a moment longer, they can leave.

The real test is emotional: Frustrations build, tempers flare, love affairs, friendships, hatreds, develop.

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Sacrificing Families on the Altar of Feminism

Another outstanding post by a courageous Mother.

I’ve often lamented that I should have been a young mom in the 1940s and 1950s—back in the day when it was the norm for women to relish staying home to raise their children, when women took pride in keeping the home and providing a home-cooked meal at the end of every day, when families sat down around the dinner table to discuss whatever the topic of conversation might be.

Unfortunately, in our day this way of life is more of a dream than a reality. Instead of being the norm, those of us who have chosen this lifestyle are now in the minority and oftentimes looked down upon. The reason? I believe it’s feminism. I’m not talking about the raging protesters who wear body-part costumes and take to the streets. I’m talking about a subtle movement that has taken root in the church, in those of us who are…

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Oprah for President? No Thanks!

Strong and sensible words from a strong and sensible woman.

As I signed into my newsfeed this morning, one of the top trending items to cross my screen was Oprah Winfrey’s rousing Golden Globes Cecil B. DeMille Award acceptance speech. I’m not a fan of Oprah and her hot-aired opinions, but I wanted to see what all the fuss was about. People stood, they applauded, they bowed down, they looked on adoringly, they even went as far as to say that she would be a good candidate for president. Really? I thought. Have y’all lost your ever lovin’ minds?

Now don’t get me wrong. I will give credit where credit is due. Oprah rose from a seemingly hopeless childhood, and she fought and overcame an awful lot to arrive at the position she is in. But so have a lot of people. Ben Carson is black and was born into poverty to an illiterate mother, but even so he overcame…

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New World Order Rising Book 2 “The New Civil War”

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The NWOR series continues with Book 2. Carter Banks’ daughter, Chantal, has been rescued from the Satanist Illuminati camp. They are on their way home to North Dakota with four young women also rescued, Kelly and Genevieve, 17, Hope, 14, and Jocelyn. Granddaughter, Dodie, was not found. Seven-year-old Jocelyn has been raised by the Illuminati. She has no idea of her family history, but we saw right away in Book 1 that the child has an amazing personality.

Jocelyn sometimes has the viewpoint in Book 2 and will soon become a star. Her name is part of the title of 5 chapters, she appears in nearly every chapter, and in Chapter 32, “The Child Warrior,” she becomes a heroine. During her dream in Chapter 23 “Jocelyn’s Earlier Childhood” we will learn some of her past. In Chapter 29 “Jocelyn’s Counsel”—when Carter takes her for a ride on Chantal’s horse—we will learn even more.

Jocelyn has never known parents, or any kind person. You will watch as she grows in confidence and trust, and begins learning everything Carter and Chantal can teach her. When she rides the horse with Chantal the first time you will feel the horse walking just as Jocelyn feels and thrills to each step. You too will come to love that little girl and feel her pain and her newfound happiness.

She will keep growing and becoming stronger, but she never strays far from the side of Carter, her new adopted grandpa. As time passes she by proxy—no malice intended—begins taking the place of the missing six-year-old Dodie, and brings new life to the heartbroken Carter and Chantal.

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Carter and his load of young girls takes two weeks getting home from Kansas. On the way down they saw one group of black-uniformed police with face shields arresting union protesters. On the way back the black uniforms are everywhere, and have morphed from cops into super soldiers. Luckily they got stopped only twice.  In the small town of Hays, Kansas, they stop at a nearly deserted Burger King because everybody is hungry. There 14-year-old Olivia quietly asks to join them. Finally reaching his sister’s farm Carter discovers his little sister is a militia leader of southeastern North Dakota, and learns North Dakota is the front line of resistance among a group of states west of Interstate 29.

They are North and South Dakota, Montana, Idaho, and Wyoming. How could so much have happened so quickly in just three weeks? Practically overnight, but in a contemporary coup that is how it would happen. The high tech of the 21st Century has increased the Illuminati’s footprint to the Powers of Ten. Both the good and the bad have instantaneous communication. The lines would be drawn very quickly. The Illuminati have been planning a worldwide takeover for generations (maybe hundreds of years) but they were over confident in America and slow in their coup, giving the Flyover states time to organize.

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About the Illuminati: first a description from the 1996 Oxford Dictionary: persons claiming to possess special knowledge or enlightenment.

Verbatim from Wikipedia:

“Historically the name refers to the Bavarian Illuminati, an Enlightenment-era secret society founded on May 1, 1776. In more modern contexts the name refers to a purported conspiratorial organization which is alleged to mastermind events and control world affairs through governments and corporations to establish a New World Order.”

They go by many names, including, globalists, one-worlders, Skull & Bones, the Bilderbergs, the Freemasons, the “shadow government” the New World Order, and just plain elitists.

My series novel “New World Order Rising” Book 2, begins the new civil war. There are other novels about the Illuminati and Conspiracy Theories and a whole host of nonfiction books and videos.

The Illuminati fill their coffers by drugs, pornography, prostitution, gun-running—hey! They got’ta make a living! Right? Sorry, but reading about all this shit just makes me crazy sometimes. But, folks, what if even some of it is true? Should we be worried? I think we should. No matter what the mainstream media tells us, one can be certain plenty is going on behind the scenes that they (government, corporations, etc.) don’t want us to know.