Some kind of psy-op is brewing in Nevada, as a couple of ranchers prepare to go mano-a-mano with the Federales, dangerously close to Waco’s 21st anniversary (21=7+7+7, more on that later). “Militia” groups are checking in to show support. At stake is the right of local ranchers to graze their cattle on State land. Though the Feds don’t own it, they want to restrict it to protect an endangered desert tortoise, supposedly.

Right now, I wouldn’t want to mess with Eric Holder. He has to be in a pretty vile mood right about now, and he was one of Reno’s Raiders, a top underboss for Janet Reno when her and the Clintons cooked about 70 Branch Davidians in Waco, about 40 of whom were children.

Obama and Victoria Nuland (Robert Kagan’s wife, more on that later), definitely blew it in the Ukraine.  Setbacks in the Libyan cover-up, as well as the need to distract from their impending release of Jonathan Pollard in one of the more craven panders to AIPAC in this new century have limited Obama’s options.

This brings us back to Waco.  I once read a comment on the Internet, years ago, and while I cannot swear it is true, it has provided ample fodder for thought since then. I will do my best to paraphrase the remark, which was anonymous, and supposedly written by someone who had left a satanic cult they were raised in.

“If historical events follow the timeline of the satanic calendar, then no matter what the reasons given, these events are usually meant to mark occult holidays.”

The individual then listed several examples, and  substantiated their claims. I think they said there was 555 days between 9-11 and the start of the Iraq War, which is significant because 555 is the occult number for Death. They gave several such examples. I did save the post, but lost it when I switched computers.

The point is, for a devil-worshipper, April 19th is like Good Friday for a Catholic. May 1st is their Easter Sunday. Pay attention to all the heinous stuff that has happened and will happen on April 19th, then consider the quote above. Note to the Nevada Ranchers–remember, The Bible can be used as a precedent for some pretty sick behavior. Remember Waco, and don’t become another holocaust to Moloch.


Originally, the idea was to publish it here in a series of installments, on this blog. The idea was to practice writing, mainly.

The problem is, I have no real belly fire for this book. I wrote The Complete Zombie World Order Trilogy in about 18 months, and this was about 400,000 words, but this was a story that needed to be told. The Gods Of Time is about an idea that has interested me since childhood, but it is an interest, not an obsession. ZWO is about obsession if it is about anything.

In a prior blog, I promised I would not embarrass myself or anyone who liked ZWO by publishing a really bad book. The Gods of Time is too short to be a novel, and I dislike extremely long short stories. I think “novellas” are pretentious.

So, what I will probably do is put the finished short book up here, or at most on Smashwords for free. What I would get out of it is it would hopefully promote ZWO.

What I want to write is  another in the ZWO series. I have started it, and these books write themselves. I mean, the stage is set, and all the players are ready. The problem is, I like writing The Gods of Time. It is a hobby, and I don’t suffer that much. ZWO is another kettle of fish. People complain the books are hard to read? Try writing one. You have to juggle about fifteen characters while working with a couple of different themes.

You know, ZWO started as a spoof of B movies and books. I was going to throw every hackneyed cliché from Zombiedom into one book. I had to confront a lot about myself while writing those books, and that changed m attitude. Also, I stand by my work, but I might not be able to if I wrote a ZWO Part Four that cheapened the other books. However, does not the original goal of a B Grade cultural spoof demand a shoddy sequel? I mean, would you have enjoyed Silent Hill if you had known Silent Hill 2 was inevitable? Of course not.

I’m venting today a bit. Personal issues beyond the scope of this blog, or rather, just stuff I have to deal with. I have always exemplified the failure of IQ testing, or so I always thought. I always did really well, but have never felt intelligent. I have (or had, when I was 16), a genius level IQ. That was a lot of brain cells ago. However, I am basically a loser except for the fact I make an attempt to be a good father. Studies show a high IQ can be a liability. ZWO is a pretty good book series though. I wrote it on purpose so upon rereading it, things will make more sense and more will be gotten out of it. I did it this way because some books I admire use this technique. I tried to respect the intelligence of the reader.

This has been a difficult day. Good night, and let’s run it back tomorrow. Blessings.


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Reviews of the trilogy have been mixed, but I’m appreciative of all input. As a way of thanking people, I’m posting them here. I’ve sort of gotten away from doing this. Anyway, let’s start with some positive ones.



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From Susan-”Best Zombie book I have read for a while. This will make you think oh this could really happen today.With all that is going on in our world. Did not want to stop reading at night. Want more would love to see this made into a movie.”

Sebrina wrote “This book kept me engaged and wondering what was going to happen next. It did not happen in the way I expected which was a sweet surprise.”

These were two five star unsolicited reviews on Amazon. Thanks a bunch, I do appreciate it.

Samira wrote a three star review: “I love the premise of these books but they are hard to read. All the characters whether they are 16 or 60 speak the same so it ends up sounding like a constant lecture. When action hits it is boiled down to a synopsis instead of riding the wave of excitement…it was disappointing because all the ingredients are there for an amazing book but the character and plot development reads more like political commentary.”

Samira, I am sorry you did not enjoy the books.


I just noticed my free book schedule was gone–somehow erased, or so it seems, when Amazon changed its set-up. Or, I lost track of time Something happened, though, so no books were free lately, as scheduled.

So, I just set all books to free that I could for the next five days. There is an element of despondency at work here on some level, but also a rather joyous feeling at some recent good news. Your Dear Working Boy has made some slight inroads on the financial front, and is feeling generous.

So, DEAD TO RIGHTS, THE LAZARUS LAW, and THE COMPLETE ZOMBIE WORLD ORDER TRILOGY are all free for the next five day, starting tomorrow (3/01/2014).

*Novel Note-THE GODS OF TIME is progressing somewhat. It is difficult to say when I will abandon it. “Art is never finished, merely abandoned”. I leave it to you, gentle reader, to verify the provenance of this quote. It is probably da Vinci, since he got the most Google hits, I have heard it attributed to Michelangelo as well. At any rate, I am at a good stage with this book, mainly editing it, but have no real timetable. I will make the promise to the few readers I have that I will not put the book up unless I am satisfied that its general rate of suckiness will not detract from my previous book, and make people feel foolish for ever reading and liking the first one. Personally, I hate when that happens.

Note–I am not promising a great or even a particularly good book. THE GODS OF TIME is about a strange dimension where Time, per say, is not a factor in a mortal’s life. Everything slows down to a crawl. If you had unlimited time, unlimited paper, and were locked in a high tower with a large open window, after how long in Eternity would it be before you could make paper airplanes like Foghorn Leghorn’s Poindexter stepson from The Bugs Bunny/ Road Runner Hour? I’m trying to have some fun with this concept in the upcoming book, which also deals with my love of cartoons in general.


Once again, it is Olympic time, the only time I ever regret my decision to cut the cable umbilical cord which connected me to mainstream America,

I love the Olympics. Always have, and always will. There is nothing else like them.

Relegated to viewing the Olympics tangentially from the fever swamp of the Internet, I sincerely miss televised Olympics. It isn’t as if network television suddenly rises to the challenge and performs well in Olympic mode, it’s just the Olympics lends itself to television so well. TV is the perfect medium for the games.  Frequent built-in bathroom breaks and drama, beautiful scenery and beautiful people. The games get politicized, but those who do politicize the games do so at great risk. History judges those who make inappropriate political statements at the games pretty harshly.

Bearing this in mind, I will review America’s comportment at the games this year.  My qualifications? I have been watching the Olympics for a long, long time. I am a reader as well as  a watcher. My knowledge is accumulative.

The politicization of the Olympics has always been there, but a prime example is when the U.S. boycotted the Russian Games because of the USSR’s invasion of Afghanistan. We were upset about this. Our greatest proxy warrior, John Rambo, even went to fight for The Taliban, or the Mujaheddin (Holy Warriors) in the third installment of the series, which is not to be confused with the greatest Rambo movie, Rambo Goes To Burma.

Now, however, after our own invasion of Afghanistan for motives rather more dubious than the USSR ever had for invading a bordering state full of potential terrorists, things get confused.

Our incitement for Ukrainian uprisings to make Putin look bad during this Olympic season remind me of our support of the Georgian aggression against one of its tiny neighbors during the Chinese Olympics last time. Couldn’t we give it a rest, at least during the games?

Well, no, not really. Pooty-Toot Putin, as George W. Bush  used to refer to him (sorry, I can’t translate Moronese, so I don’t know why) is presiding over an economic miracle in Russia, a religious revival for Orthodox Catholicism, and an international resistance to United States military adventurism.

In contrast, the United States is bankrupt, and will have to raise its debt ceiling again shortly. Russia is giving a haven to the whistle-blower Snowden’s about the NSA’s Cold War (cold for now) against the American people, and no rainbow in sight as America continues to outsource jobs and resources to our masters, the foreign countries who own our debt and control our banks and politicians.

So, the American corporate media and its political arm, the United States government are castigating the Russian Olympics with the only card they have–the LGBT card.

A certain percentage of people are LGBT (Lesbians, Gay, Bisexuals, and Transvestites). In Russia, they are not allowed to demonstrate in public and revel in the pride they have in sodomizing each other. This is, of course, incredibly tragic. However, for the U.S. to castigate Russia, should we not also be unassailable in the eyes of the gods of Political Correctness? Also, let me point out the irony of the U.S. using the Stalinist/Marxist construct of Political Correctness to attack the former Soviet Union. Makes you think, doesn’t it? Want to move on? Not until you consider the irony.

There is, however, another element in play here–American racism as per the Olympics. I am referring, of course, to the exclusion of Mirai Nagasu from the U.S. Women’s Figure Skating Team for Ashley Wagner (not until you think about the irony–Ride of the Valkyries, Apocalypse Now, Charlie Don’t Surf–get it yet?).

Like most Americans who grow up watching the Olympics, I have every confidence in my ability to judge the dismounts, landings, triple axles, and floor routines associated with subjectively judged sports such as figure skating and gymnastics, but I also think the selection for these things should be as blindly meritocratic as possible.  If I go to a horse race, I am not going to place my money on a horse who is limping around the track during warm ups, and who has performed poorly in its last few races. I don’t care if the horse won the Triple Crown a few years back. We are only as good as our last game, at least when it comes to me gambling with my money. With this in mind, I found Nagasu’s exclusion from the Olympic team highly questionable.

Right before the Olympics, Nagasu took third in Nationals. Wagner was a distant fourth, and actually fell twice during her performance. Historically, this means Nagasu would have gone to the Olympics.Barring injury, this has always been the case. Nagasu took 4th in the 2010 Olympics when she was 16 years old. She is a proven international competitor in a sport which requires nerves of steel. She supposedly had a few lean years performance-wise after the last Olympics, but she seems to have timed her training so she would start peaking right before the big show, the 2014 Olympics.

Wagner, however, was selected for the final Olympic spot, against the established tradition.

I must commend The American Olympic Skating establishment for the way they closed ranks on this deal. Scott Hamilton, figure skating’s perennial Fey Boy, went to great lengths to justify Wagner’s selection. Various other bloggers Olympic hanger-ons have gone to great lengths of logical fragility to justify Wagner, but picking Wagner was racist. It comes down to the idea of perceived beauty.

Figure skaters spend a lot of time and money on their appearance. They are judged for it. It’s part of the show.

Mirai Nagasu Skating Controversy: Did Race Play a Part?

However,  Nagasu is not perceived as being as beautiful as Wagner. It’s primarily marketers who make these aesthetic decisions.  Olympics are a big business.  I will not comment on Nagasu’s beauty versus Wagner’s. It would be inappropriate, since I am not impartial. I do wonder if this could even be considered a serious question?

So, before we distract from the American Economic Catastrophe, ongoing and pending, by taking Putin and Russia to task for their religious beliefs regarding LGBT causes, let’s remove the plank from our own eye and see clearly. The United States of Drone Strikes has a long way to go before we can claim “light unto other nations” status. If the Neocon War Party wants to fix the world so badly, maybe they should start by apologizing to Nagasu for the Olympic Team’s racism against her? Are you listening, Obama and Hillary? Of course not. It’s just that Ayn Rand used to insert lines like that in her books, and I wanted to try it.

As for Mirai Nagasu, sorry, sister. You are poetry in motion, and a national treasure. Too bad aesthetic decisions are made by Walmart marketers in this country. You definitely would have had my vote.Maybe if you had a rainbow tattoo you would have gotten some justice from Scott Hamilton.

Last year, I wrote a poem that was put into a sort of free poetry anthology put together by the famous (infamous) personage, Rhonny The Reaper. She is actually Rhonda Kachur, and seemed very nice. I do not think I alluded to this before, but in light of another Valentine’s Day being upon us, I decided to put this up in case any one might be amused by it. I also made some small edits that have bothered me since I sent this to her.

I read the anthology, and I liked it, so here’s the link.

It was called Rhonny Reaper’s Poetry From The Grave (Link)

My Zombie Valentine – P.J. Kelley

“Oh Sweet Zombie O’Mine

Your fearsome visage makes me pine,

For days when Love’s sweet embrace

Was something from which I would not race.

Your meat-sweet breath on my lapel

With teeth to damn me straight to Hell.

What lofty overtures we played

Before your snarls to me were weighed

Against the cost of lover’s sorrows

That ruin’t my Zombie lover’s morals.

From what once you did shirk my love

(Who were as gentle as the dove)

You now do seek a human meat

As a living, writhing treat.

My love has aged me a’fore my time

My lovely, raging Valentine.

And so to you I look askance

From your surly countenance

I cannot venture from my course.

By this shotgun, we are divorced.

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