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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...
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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...
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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...
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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...
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Tess

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  From History Haven At 10 years old, she became the most feared child in Copper Bend—by 17, her name was spoken like a curse no one dared finish. August 3, 1874. Copper Bend—a mining camp that smelled like whiskey, dust, and unmarked graves—was not a place for children. But Tess Calder had never been anything close to a child. Her mother died when Tess was six. Her father, a gambler who owed more than he ever won, vanished two winters later. The town expected Tess to beg, starve, or disappear. She did none of those things. She took over her father’s tools, mended boots for miners, sharpened knives for cowboys who barely looked her way, and slept in an abandoned freight wagon behind the saloon. When drunk men kicked her out, she kicked back harder. When someone tried to pity her, she stared until they backed away. Tess didn’t ask. Tess didn’t cry. Tess survived. But Copper Bend had a rule: Nobody stayed untouched by the men who ran the ore carts. They controlled wages, bunkhouses, ...
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A Thing to be Sold

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  From History Haven She was sold by her stepfather, a man whose promises were as empty as the bottle he drank from every night. At just 15 years old, she had already learned more about survival than most people twice her age. Raised in a home where love had long since died, she had grown up watching her mother’s spirit wither under the weight of her husband’s cruelty. When her mother passed away, it was as if the last light had gone out, leaving her in the dark with a man whose intentions were as cold as the whiskey he constantly poured. Her stepfather had never cared for her. He saw her as little more than a burden, an unwanted reminder of a marriage he had never wanted to begin with. And now, with her mother gone, he had decided to rid himself of her altogether. The saloon owner needed girls. And her stepfather, desperate for money to feed his vices, was willing to sell her to the highest bidder. The saloon owner was a cruel man. He wore his power like a badge, walking into room...
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Sarah Beckstrom

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   The Reverend Wilbur   Sarah Beckstrom was an American, on American soil guarding Americans and was killed by someone America extended a hand to and took in after his ignorant, out of control country, with a history of violence extending back thousands of years because some goat-herder said he saw a angel. She died with her family by her side! Sarah was protecting little boys and girls, homeless, tourists, LBGTQ’s Republicans, Democrats, and people protesting her very presence mere blocks from The White House. May God bless her and her family and damn the animal that shot her! Can it be any clearer, people? You picked Charlie’s bones clean and slandered his widow because she acted more like Dolley Madison and not Okra Windfrey! While you hated on the president, she held the watch. While you slept, she was vigilant, While your family gathered around an unpardoned turkey, her family gathered around her deathbed. While a picture of George Floyd hung in your living room, mo...
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