November 20, 2021

Art by Tasty Piece,©️ The Safehouse Collection 2021

Playing with the arrangement of chapters right now.  I think I’ve got it figured out.

N.P.: “Under the Spell (feat. Mary Goore)” – Me And That Man

November 19, 2021

Looters and rioters will be shot on sight.  That’s always been my policy, and there have never been rioting or looting on any of the streets I’ve lived on.  Just sayin’.  Riots are easily ended…you just need guns and balls.

N.P.: “Don’t Tell Me How To Live – Live” – Kid Rock

Art by Tasty Piece,©️ The Safehouse Collection 2021

Reader!  How are things?  All is well over here…busy as hell, though.  Just wanted to say hey.

N.P.: “Did I Break The Law” – When Rivers Meet

November 14, 2021

“Unless we put medical freedom into the Constitution, the time will come when medicine will organize into an underground dictatorship….To restrict the art of healing to one class of men and deny equal privileges to others will constitute the Bastille of medical science.  All such laws are un-American and despotic and have no place in a republic….The Constitution of this republic should make special privilege for medical freedom as well as religious freedom.”
~ Benjamin Rush (a signatory of the Declaration of Independence)

N.P.: “Mad World” – Me And My Nightmare

November 12, 2021

Things are very Lovecraftian in Anhedonia County this night.  Menacingly thick fog moved into the area around 4:00pm, and the Electric Wetlands behind The Haunt now echo with batrachian pronouncements.

N.P.: “Dead Inside” – Nita Strauss, David Draiman, Disturbed

November 10, 2021

My plan was to keep an eye on the absurd trial of Kyle Rittenhouse, but after yesterday, I was intrigued.  After today, I was riveted.
The trial shouldn’t even be happening at all…there simply is no case.  Never was.  As there typically is not when it comes to woke mob outrage.  The problem with the woke (one of myriad) is that they trade in outrage…it’s like their currency.  Which is why rather than simply having an opinion, simply agreeing or disagreeing with someone and voting, they are required to throw a tantrum when they don’t get their way.  In 2020, they started accusing everyone who disagreed with them as being racist.  Or homophobic.  Or homophobic racists.  Whatever…doesn’t matter.  Then they’d throw a very public tantrum and inexplicably, to my complete disgust, much of America lacked the balls to simply say no, and so they’d get what they wanted.
Thank the maker enough American’s still have enough sense (and balls) to say no.  Netflix put the aggrieved LGBTQRSP community on notice that no, in fact you don’t get to behave however ridiculously you want and then claim that any action taken by your employer is de facto a hate crime.  At some point, bullshit woke beliefs crash into brutal reality, and it’s always hilarious.
The Rittenhouse trial has been exactly that: a brutal crash into ever-sharpened meathooks of non-woke, free-thinking justice.  The prosecutors seemed to honestly think they had a case when this farce opened, but their whole plan collapsed almost immediately.  When their “star witness” got on the stand and testified that he chased Kyle Rittenhouse down, knocked him down, and pointed a gun at him, and so Kyle blew his arm off, the prosecutor, apparently having just finished law school earlier this week, slumped in his chair and wept visibly.  Today, the judge yelled at him for several minutes about “grave constitutional violations,” and the defense made a motion for a mistrial with prejudice, and the judge said he would take the moment under advisement.
The term “grave constitutional violations” was also used by the Fifth Circuit days ago as it stayed Biden’s insipid vax mandate.
Gosh darn that pesky constitution.

N.P.: “Coast to Coast” – The Jesus and Mary Chain

November 9, 2021

Art by Tasty Piece,©️ The Safehouse Collection 2021

A dark and stormy night, sexy reader…just how we like it.  These are good days and nights at The Haunt.  There’s a lot going on.  Still haven’t found a workflow and schedule that I’m really happy with, but I’m getting there.  Trying this thing now where I write one short story a week.  A handwritten free-write Monday morning concluding with a complete, digitally publishable short story at the end of the week.  If it’s obvious on Monday that this idea is something bigger than a short story, I’ll make as many notes as I can and then it goes in whatever to-do pile is appropriate: novel, full-length essay, screenplay, whatever.  So I’ve been at this for two weeks, and both weeks, by the end of Monday morning, I had written essentially synopses for what will likely be a screenplay and a chapter of a book, respectively, and no short stories.
A lot of times what I do feels like being each member and the manager of a five-member band.  And I am forever running out of time.

N.P.: “The Passenger” – Emily Autumn