Net Neutrality

Our great nation’s founding principle of each soul’s right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness is founded in part upon free markets and free thought. The moment one group or individual can impede, funnel, or curtail either of those exchanges to better only their ends or purse, diminishes, erodes, and chips away at the very bedrock of The Grand Experiment.

This Thanksgiving holiday week, the Federal Communications Commission is set to dismantle landmark regulations that ensure equal access for all to the internet. The end game here is solely to clear the path for internet service companies and corporations to charge users more to see only the content that they have put in place. You will only see and hear what they would have you see and hear, or pay more to do otherwise.

The following is a current petition logged with the White House government website:

“Net Neutrality (NN) makes it illegal for ISPs to “throttle” your internet content. Throttling allows them to choose how fast, and even if, you can have functional access to certain websites. This paves the way for having different plans for different speeds you can visit websites. Currently you can use the internet at full speed for all websites. With Net Neutrality repealed not only would you pay for the internet service but you would pay for one of their plans to allow faster internet.

“In 2016, the public and United States Appeals Court disapproved of an effort to repeal NN. We are aware that repealing NN will only benefit the monopolized internet service providers. The public overwhelming has its best interests in NN as it protects the consumer, and thus we stand to keep NN in effect.”

I urge you to let your voice be heard on the Net Neutrality issue.

And, if you want to go a step further, speak directly to those who are making this decision for you:

Ajit Pai –

Mignon Clyburn –

Michael O’Reilly – Mike.O’

Brendan Carr –

Jessica Rosenworcel –

If we are idle, come the new year we will all be paying more to have less.




Released! Set free! It’s been loosed upon the unsuspecting public!

Blood Songs

Cryptids and creeps. Deranged charlatans. Troubled souls seeking redemption or revenge. Strange things and weak, piddling people.  Stories thick with lies. These are weird tales indeed, caught up someplace between myth and fact, without existing in either or maybe, once upon a time and place, true in both….



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Murder, sex, magic, and ancient Rome.

A serial killer preys upon those who are truly the most dangerous game…the gladiators. As the killer collects macabre trophies, it falls to the Prefect of the Night Watch to end the madness.

But this is Rome, where blood spills like wine, and dreams…they are all too often nightmares.


When he was just six years old, Conner Connley killed a man—or so his father told him. His mother, suddenly and mysteriously absent, could offer no help as young Conner tried desperately to make sense of the confusing accusation.

Abandoned alone with a war-blinded father, and tortured by the heartbreak of his mother’s inexplicable departure, the boy is soon compelled to flee his home in exchange for a runaway’s lifetime of aimless drifting and hardship.

As the ribbons of roads, rails, and decades weave together a seemingly endless stream of odd and fateful events, fashioned and populated by an equally remarkable number of friends, benefactors, and ne’er-do-wells—from the simple but fatherly Roger to the murderous Ringworm—eventually the tides of fate conspire and pull Conner home once more to ultimately discover how so much had gone so wrong, so long ago.

At turns heartbreaking and humorous, bleak and then blooming with love and hope, this is one man’s epic journey to learn the truth behind the tragedy that defined his youth and set in motion the course of his life, greatly determining the incredible man he was to become.


Tweed is the ultimate slacker.  He has zilch in the way of plans. But he’s about to learn how fast zero can go negative.

High school’s out, summer’s afoot, and Tweed’s content to do the usual…hang-out with friends, drink beer, get stoned, and steady bomb the neighborhood with graffiti.  Yeah, he’s got nothing much else in the works and that’s just the way he likes it.

That lasts about half a day.  Soon enough Tweed is upside down and in over his head. He’s falling for Chloe, his best friend’s girl.  Hot though she may be, that one has a few issues of her own.  And then there’s some gang-bangers out to thump his head.  Not enough? Tweed’s grandfather, the man who raised him, is getting harder and harder to keep nailed down.  Until ol’ Pops goes all broken arrow and off the reservation entirely, that is.

Yup.  Whether Tweed is ready for it or not, the time has come for a boy coming of age.