The Writer's Life 9/24 - Presidents

Kudos to President Obama for ordering the bombings in Syria. These decisions must be so burdensome for a leader, especially one who promised to end war. The attack also marked the debut of the F-22 Raptor. The fleet of 188 had a price tag of 67 billion. The hard left must be furious. While those juveniles protest alleged global warming, which recent evidence indicates is non-existent, serious men tackle the pressing danger of terrorism. Let’s hope ISIS will be destroyed by air strikes and Arab forces alone, but I wouldn’t be surprised if elite U.S. troops engage in lightning strikes in the future. I would be surprised if ground forces were again stationed in trouble spots. The Kurds will stand and fight. Will the Iraqi Army find a spine?

And on to the trivial: There’s a fun article in today’s NY Post detailing a recent tweet on the NY Mets  Twitter page. It asked followers to state why they are Mets fans. Predictably, many of the comments were sarcastic -- and hilarious. All eleven cited in the article were good. Here are the two I enjoyed most: “I hate myself.” “I was dropped on my head many times as a child.” Some people have a flair for using the site. I use it twice a day for self promotion, rotating between the eight works I have listed at Amazon, my web site, the stories I have posted at Fictionaut, and a one-minute ad I created using Windows Movie Maker. I try to make each tweet different. It's difficult after having done hundreds.


For the first time in many months the floating book shop had a visit from author Bob Rubenstein. He called me a dago yid because of my support for Israel. He's revising his first novel, Ghost Runners, which will be back in his own hands when its contract with All Things That Matter Press expires next September. He's pissed that it wasn't chosen for audio format. I think he's made a mistake. Getting a book published is so hard, and he was fortunate enough to get two into print. He also relayed some information about his son, who works at St. Elizabeth's Hospital in DC, the institution where John Hinckley, the nut who shot President Reagan, is housed. Hinckley walks the grounds feeding squirrels, money in his sock. Bob urges his son to get a picture of Hinckley among the the statues of assassinated Presidents Garfield and McKinley, certain it would be a cash cow. It might also cost him his job.


My thanks to Joe, who finally delivered on his promise to donate books. He brought a nice mix of fiction and non, about 50 in all. My thanks also to the kind folks who made purchases today. Shana Tova to Jews worldwide. Long live Israel.

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