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Lead, Follow, or Get Out of the Way

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“ It’s been rough and rocky traveling but we’re finally standing upright on the ground. ” Back in ’22, when Vic and I were on our separate porches, both in Austin and Nashville, and came up with this crazy idea to start a movie company, I had no idea it was gonna go this far. He was just coming off COVID and I was just coming off a total collapse and I suppose both of us were coming off life and ready to cash in our chips. But we literally picked ourselves up by our slippers and began writing a screenplay. Perhaps you’ll see it someday. All the other projects keep getting in the way because there was a third party involved. God. Seems He had a plan. If we couldn’t save America, maybe we could at least save Texas. A mighty crew came out of nowhere and Rusty Joiner with Miss Ashley Seal threw in with us and we took off. We started with one movie we never completed because God told us, “Not that one, this one,” and Ashley and Rusty blended their formidable skills to make Kielia fly in fro...

PsychoFiction

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      Vanity vanity, all is vanity. This can be understood in several ways. It could refer to an exaggerated ego, where a person thinks too much of himself. But, in the context of this it could be the belief in such a person that leads one to believe. . . well. . . Anything ! Everybody wants to get next to a happening guy. Psychology 101. If you can just touch his robe, you can be healed. You won’t, of course but occasional masturbation may not be good for the soul, but it is a good sleep aid. Recently this has extended into literature. Time was when writers, publishers, and movie makers went through great lengths to make it clear when a story was just that. You’ve seen it. This work does not represent any person either living or dead. Now in point of fact nothing you see in a flicker picture is based on fact, not even the so-called “documentary,” which is always the opinion of the writer, producer, or director who try to influence the audience by insinuations, or if that...

The God of the Gaps

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           By The Reverend Wilbur   Watched not one but three videos from Neil deGrasse Tyson last night. Articulate man! Love his physics. Question his ideas on some other things. He is, of course, an atheist. There’s nothing wrong with that. We all look up at the stars and wonder. He was big on something called the God of the gaps. Goes like this. A Hebrew about yada yada BC looks up at the stars and figures the sky is a covering with pinholes punched in it. His logic is simple. Little points of light means they are substantially smaller than the earth, which, of course, is the center of the universe. It even goes as far as to say that in the end times these little points of light are gonna come loose and fall into Lake Tahoe or somewhere. Don’t laugh! There are people in Mississippi who still believe this. Telescopes came along and put this to bed. Man sees, he speculates, and he lives with the speculation until something comes along that corrects t...

The Sound Of Silence

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  The Reverend Wilbur  The American family is on the eve of destruction. Forget the Waltons! Little House on the Prairie is under a mall. All human endeavor, learning, dreams, and history has been reduced to a little screen populated by quotes from the “Hock Thua” girl! Are you not entertained ? When home computers came on the scene the promise was more acceptable information for common people that would push the evolution of man up 300%!  But there was an assumption. Since time immemorial some body in the crowd had to be able to read. And for those who couldn’t read there were priests, scribes, and town cryers that would read to them, the point being, the higher thoughts of the elite would eventually filter down to the not so elite. But time marched on. Was it perfect? Of course it wasn’t. It was far from perfect.  The opinions of the readers seeped into the works to thinkers, making the words of the deep thinkers a bit shallower for the shallow minds that groun...