“So the reason people hate Trump is because he’s big headed and doesn’t mince his words. He’s offended a few women and a few Hispanics. Basically, he’s a bit rude. Meanwhile, while everyone’s crying about Trump saying mean things, ISIS are busy beheading children, chucking gays off balconies, burning men alive and raping and murdering women. Who funded and aided ISIS? Clinton. Who accepted money from the country who support ISIS? Clinton. Who wants to destroy ISIS? Trump. Seriously, it’s not rocket science so why are so many people failing to grasp this? Are your hurt feelings more important than the lives of those who are being persecuted and butchered by the Islamic State?”
Months ago, I barely knew who Donald Trump was. A rich businessman who’d appeared on TV, it soon became apparent that he was running for President of the United States. And as the media threw more and more stories at us, it soon became clear what an evil, racist, sexist, Islamophobic nasty bigot he was. How could such a man run for president of the most powerful country in the world? The world laughed at him, dismissed him, as did I, for I, like almost everyone else, had no reason to doubt anything the media was telling me.
Well, more fool me and I hang my head in shame that I was among those poor ignorant fools who fell victim to the diatribe from what is essentially a biased liberal media, determined to attack and vilify a man who threatened everything the establishment that Clinton and Obama represent. But as the presidential election drew nearer, I found myself curious as to why exactly so many Americans felt compelled to support this man. If he really was so evil and abhorrent, why did so many millions applaud him? Surely not all of them were racist, KKK-loving monsters who hated anyone of colour and felt women were the inferior species?
A bit of research goes a long way and this is something that far too many of us who are ignorant of a subject fail to do; we swallow whatever the mainstream media tells us without proper research or delving deep enough to find out for ourselves what is lie and what is truth. I found out that his opponent, Hillary Clinton, the one whom so many endorsed because she was a ‘woman’ had aided and abetted the most undoubtedly evil force in this world right now, ISIS, by selling them weapons; I discovered she had accepted millions of dollars from Saudi Arabia, a country responsible for some of the worst human rights breaches in the world and who, moreover, fund the Islamic State. I found out the mother of her closest aide, Huma Abedin, is tied to the Muslim Brotherhood and a stout advocate of that brutal and barbaric practice, Female Genital Mutilation. I learned she toppled Gaddafi in Libya, which likewise caused an eruption of ISIS. And what had Trump done? Talked about grabbing women’s private parts; talked about putting a curb on illegal immigration (this is unreasonable?); talked about building a wall; talked about this; talked about that; talked, talked, talked.
And that’s just the point. That was the extent of Trump’s crimes. To talk. Had he funded child murderers? Had he subtly allied himself with a country that shares the same goal as the very death cult that poses a threat to us all? Had he been part of a corrupt administration that has allowed these monsters to commit such atrocities? No, he hadn’t. Had Clinton? Yes. What’s more, had Trump gone on repeatedly about how much he wanted to destroy ISIS and take out the Islamic State? Yes. Had Clinton, in all her years as Secretary of State, gone hell for leather on the extremists? No. Had Clinton created such friction with Putin that WWIII looked imminent? Yes. Had Trump made it clear that he wanted to work with Putin to destroy ISIS? Yes. Was Trump, then, by his “offensive” words far more morally corrupt and dangerous than Clinton, whose actions – to any sane, rational person – screamed of something far more sinister and abhorrent?
It doesn’t take a genius to work it out, so it’s mind-boggling that so many individuals hate Trump with a passion, so much that they’re willing to run riot on the street and, in a shocking display of hypocrisy, behave in the most vile, fascist bigoted manner – the very same thing they profess to condemn. It’s become painfully clear that we’ve morphed into a society where it’s become acceptable to be evil, as long as it’s done behind closed doors. The fact that some people are more offended by Trump’s words than Clinton’s actions speaks volumes, and melodramatic drivel such as this article only affirms that there is something seriously morally wrong with our society. The irony is that racism, sexism, Islamophobia, and all the other “isms” out there have become nothing more than a shield of evil where basic truth will be stifled fast with a quick accusation of ‘racism’ – a very easy word to throw about these days (and never mind the fact that there are countless Blacks for Trump, Muslims for Trump, Women for Trump, and a whole other host of ethnics for Trump). The death of this politically correct nonsense which the writer laments is actually a cause for celebration. The same people bleating on about racism and fascism fail to realise that when they choose to riot like babies in the streets and refuse to accept the democratic will of the people, they are no different to fascists themselves – yet it is these same individuals who claim to be the great champions of democracy.
The hypocrisy and ignorance of Trump haters is astounding. All I can say is thank God for those who possessed enough insight to vote him in; they’ve very likely averted us from WWIII and set the ball rolling towards the demise of the entire corrupt establishment. There is absolutely no doubt in my mind that Donald Trump is a force for good in this world, that he will help save western democracy and, above all, send the most evil force on this planet straight into the very fires they’ve been sending countless innocent babies, men and women. And if you’re determined to think otherwise while “Racist!” “Sexist!” “Islamophobist!” scream out in your mind at any mention of Trump’s name, if you’re so entrenched within political correctness and brainwashed by a media that has total control over society, then ask yourself if, hand on your heart, you consider your own hurt feelings to be more important than the picture below. This is the truth of it, plain and simple. You can turn your head away, get angry, deny it, pretend it’s not happening, convince yourself Trump is the devil incarnate, but you can’t escape the truth. There is a dark, malicious evil in this world and it is not Trump; whether you choose to support him in his fight against it is up to you.
Once, there was a smart, intelligent, independent woman who one day decided to marry a powerful, wealthy man. At first things started out OK and, like most marriages, they were happy together in the beginning. But as time went on, the man’s grip over his wife became tighter; he dictated what to wear, who she could socialise with, what to eat, how to think, what to say; despite the fact that the woman had inherited much wealth of her own, he controlled the purse-strings and they were bound by marriage, so his word was law.
Slowly, the woman lost her independence, confidence and self-esteem. He warned her that if she ever tried to leave him, she would be bankrupt and cast out into the street. The wife’s confidence was so low by this point that she believed him and realised it’s better to be a prisoner, because at least she’s secure; but what she didn’t realise is that she’s not as secure as she thought because her husband has been lying to her; his finances are in trouble and there’s a chance he could lose it all; furthermore, he is rapidly losing control of his businesses because of rebellion within the industry. But he will do and say anything to keep her under his control, because he is an abusive, manipulative tyrant.
But the woman can break away whenever she wants to, if only her faith and self-esteem is restored. And as time went on, she realised how miserable and unhappy she is; she realised how much danger she is in because cracks are showing, and her husband’s crumbling financial situation is not as secret as he thought; he continues to feed her lies and crush her confidence, but slowly she comes to realise that it is better to be free and possibly struggling for some time, than to be a prisoner for the rest of her life in the hope that she may be secure. She still has her own wealth to safe-guard her and once she is no longer under his reign, she realises she can use her long-forgotten intelligence and dynamism to build her own success. In the end, the woman decides to be brave and leave him, because no sacrifice is worth losing your independence. So who is the imprisoned woman and the abusive tyrant? The wife’s name is Britain, the husband’s name is the EU. And that is why you must vote to leave on June 23rd – free the abuser from her controller and let her take back what’s rightfully hers.
Britain – we value our independence, sovereignty, history, identity and culture; we value everything our grandfathers and ancestors fought for – a free, independent, democratic Britain – and we’re not willing to make a mockery of their courage and sacrifice by laying ourselves at the mercy of the failed experiment, the EU. And if you believe in not only honouring our ancestors but also safeguarding our descendants, then vote to leave on June 23rd.
I am thrilled to announce the release of my third novel, a children’s book, ‘The Experiment of Professor Polgas’ in June 2016. Here is the cover for the novel – and what a magnificent cover it is! It is by Luke Ahearn at Creative Covers. I stumbled upon Creative Covers on Facebook one day and one glance at Luke’s prior designs was enough to convince me that his artwork would be an excellent match for my story. With only a few email exchanges, I gave him a rough idea of what I was looking for, including the first few pages of my novel. The result was astounding and better than I could have hoped. It was as though he had ploughed away at my imagination, picked up various, scattered creative bricks in my mind and constructed the perfect model! It is a talent that is hard-pressed to come by and I could find no fault with the final result.
As the author, it is extremely important to me that the cover of my books matches the overall mood/tone to my stories; for this reason, I tend to create my own covers, but this time I took the plunge and branched out. I am, of course, very pleased that I did and count myself very fortunate to have found a cover designer with such a keen eye and intuitive insight into what I was looking for. As well as this, Luke is an extremely courteous, friendly and easy-going person – and fast! I was blown away by the speed with which he worked. He had the final product back to me within a couple of days. I can only say that my experience with Creative Covers has been a fantastic one and I highly recommend him to my fellow authors and anyone looking for an original, creative piece of art. Link here for anyone who’d like to check him out! http://lukeahearn.com/
Keep an eye out, folks – this is my first released children’s novel. It’s a fantasy set in London, the prologue to How the Wolf Lost Her Heart, and revolves around the lives of three teens who are invited to take part in an experiment one day. This experiment changes their lives in ways they never could have imagined. An update to come!
For thousands of dogs in China it’s that time of year again. Puppies will be bought from stores, but not, as you might expect, to go to loving, warm homes; they, along with stolen pets and dogs plucked from the streets, will be boiled alive, skinned alive, burned alive, choked, strangled and mutilated; people will hear their cries and screams, but no one will help them. Because the Yulin Dog Meat Festival exists only to serve the barbarians who torture and consume them for their meat – they justify this barbaric, vile trade by claiming the dogs “taste better” after they are bludgeoned to death and disembowelled.
It is a topic close to my heart, one that makes my stomach lurch every time I think about it, let alone see pictures/videos of it. It’s impossible not to weep as you witness the dogs crammed together in cages, the fear on their faces palpable, not understanding why the humans are doing this to them; it’s futile not to cry when you watch them being thrown into a vat of boiling water, screaming in agony as it rips the fur from their bodies and they flap their paws desperately in an attempt to get out. It is a nightmare of the very worst kind and yet in China, and other countries in South-East Asia such as Thailand, South Korea and Vietnam, it is a very real, very horrific reality. In China alone, an estimated 10-20 millions dogs are murdered for human consumption every year. And each year in the beginning months of Summer, there are those who celebrate the slaughter of these dogs by partaking in a ‘festival’ where they can have a jolly old time and eat to their heart’s content, not once giving a second thought to the suffering and terror that preceded this annual occasion.
It makes me feel sick to be human. Granted, these people have nothing to do with me. I do not know them, I’ve never seen them – I hope to never see them, and God help me if I do. But they are the same species as I; they’re humans. They’re the ones inflicting insurmountable amounts of pain and suffering on these innocent creatures, the same animals that are widely considered to be Man’s Best Friend for the unconditional loyalty and love they give us. In return, our kin torture and murder them. It is the very height of evil and a prime example of how we truly are the most spiritually sick and cruellest of all living creatures on this planet.
But there are good humans among us, too. That’s you, me and every single person on this planet who abhors the unfathomable horror of the dog meat trade. It’s those of us who feel the pain of these animals as though that pain is our own; those of us who understand that the dog has a place in millions of households around the world specifically because he is one of the closest to Man and a part of the family; those of us who firmly believe that the torture and slaughter of millions of dogs is an unforgivable sin and must be stopped at all costs. Yet despite nearly 5 million signatures last year petitioning the Chinese government to put an end to such cruelty, the “festival” continues. The dog meat trade flourishes. Yulin is once again set for June 2016.
We can only do what we can with the tools we were given. And though it may not seem apparently obvious at first, each of us possesses a phenomenal amount of power. We can be the voice that gets louder and louder until we’ve cumulated in one massive roar that will bring the dog meat trade to its knees; while they’re busy torturing our dogs and turning a blind eye to their screams, we’ll be screaming ourselves, letting them know that we will not tolerate this barbaric cruelty any longer. How will we do this? By spreading the word. By making sure our voices are heard; by screaming and bellowing so loudly that they have to stop and listen to us. Some of the louder voices among us, such as celebrities Ricky Gervais and Judi Dench, play an active role in doing what they can to oppose the dog meat trade. Charities such as Soi Dog work tirelessly to save as many dogs as they can from slaughter for human consumption; the courageous leader of The Animal Hope and Wellness Foundation, Marc Ching, has saved the lives of hundreds of canines, often at great risk to his own life. But they need our help. Humane Society International has now launched a petition appealing to the President of China to end the Yulin Dog Meat tradition this year. It is the first step we must take to save the lives of millions of dogs, to give them a shot at happiness which many of their more fortunate counterparts are lucky to have. Not to leave them condemned to a life of cruelty and slaughter at the hands of those who lack any form of conscience. So for the love of our furry friends, for the sake of our own humanity, please sign the HSI petition below. Let’s be the voice for man’s closest ally; it is a voice so many of them lost when our fellow humans chose to commit the ultimate betrayal – by sentencing them to pain, suffering and death when their only crime was to bestow us with love, kindness and affection.
*Please spread this article and petition far and wide. Together, we can put an end to the brutal dog meat trade. Thank you for signing.*
Great news, everyone! My Young Adult Paranormal Romance with a Dystopian twist ‘How the Wolf Lost Her Heart’ is currently FREE on Amazon today (Wednesday 3rd February) and tomorrow during a special two-day promotional offer! So if you wanted to get your hands on a copy, now would be the perfect time to do so. A run-down London two centuries from now where thugs and criminals rule the city, heroes and heroines who can shapeshift into their spirit animal on command, twists, thrills and a blossoming romance, it’s the perfect read for both Young Adults and Adults alike. Has gathered excellent reviews worldwide since its release last year. Get your copy here while you can!
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It’s funny how, the instant you mention there’s a side of your character which is more spiritual than physical, people automatically assume you’re a crackpot who watches too much Supernatural.
I’ve got a vested interest in other realms, dimensions and entities, because they’re a solid part of my life, just as I have a big interest in more physical matters – politics, human nature, current affairs – because they are also part of my existence. The subconscious mind interests me more than the conscious one does – it holds far more secrets and depths to explore. But one big mistake that people make, particularly in the psychiatric sector, is thinking that the subconscious mind is simply there to obey the conscious mind. That’s not all it’s there for. The subconscious mind is a gateway to the spiritual world and a direct tool we can use to access our soul. It’s what enables us to astral project, lucid dream, see spirits, communicate with spirits and have psychic experiences. Some of this stuff is dangerous and that’s why the subconscious mind remains locked – mankind is still too immature to deal with it.
The only people who don’t believe/scoff at the spiritual world are those who are scared of it, ignorant of it or too arrogant to think there’s anything THEY could not possibly know. Their conscious mind is too powerful – a bit like every average person in society. You can only truly free your mind, both conscious and subconscious, when you free yourself from the constraints of society.
What a year! Not the most exciting, not the most traumatic, not the most enlightening – but definitely the most challenging. From crossing the spiritual mountains in Japan to being thrust into the wild nights of Soho; from personal drama on an extreme scale, to persistence and perseverance towards my goals, which resulted in the publication of my second novel (the most difficult thing I ever had to write – but, by far, the most rewarding); from the conflict, epiphanies, evolution and, above all, the courage and conviction required in the face of adversity. I’m no stranger to challenge, but this was one year where everything I believed in and much I have been striving for was put to the ultimate test. It has been affirmed to me, once again, that love, friendship and loyalty are far superior to the dark forces that threaten to overwhelm us. We didn’t escape totally unscathed – but we won, nonetheless. And that is why much of my end of year message must go towards the gratitude I feel for family and friends – you all know who you are – who stood by my side, fought with me, leant unfailing support during some of the more darker moments and never once abandoned me, though it would have been entirely understandable if they did so. It is a gratitude I hope to repay ten-fold in future days.
Much has been learned, and with it, much gained. There’s been some vital learning curves and hardship that many of us have undertaken – but it has been necessary in order for us to keep climbing those steps towards our full potential. Nor, on a national scale, can we ignore the threat that faces us from enemies that exist, both outside and inside our own borders. To defeat those who wish to do us harm, it is essential we stand together as one strong, fighting force and never waver in our loyalties to each other.
So now we say goodbye to 2015 – the Year of the Goat. One would not have expected the challenges posed in such a year represented by an animal who, by all accounts, is not considered a threat. But the goat is no ordinary barnyard animal – it has its horns, it has its stubborness, it has its fierce braying when under attack. It is a lesson to never underestimate anyone, regardless of who they are or what they appear to be on the outskirts. Now on to 2016, the Year of the Monkey (lucky for all you monkeys out there – and I know a few!). I hope it will be prosperous, fruitful and flourishing for all of you and that each of us continues striving towards all that is good and just in a world that needs compassion and determination more than ever – Happy New Year!
Hey everybody! I am interviewed here by bestselling author, Marysol James. This is one of my favourite interviews yet so please take a look!
Ooooh, a sweet and smart YA Paranormal Dystopian Romance, and one that I really enjoyed! Meet the author, Sarah Brownlee, below…
When did you start writing? What was the first thing that you ever wrote?
I started writing from a very young age – as soon as I could pick up a pen and form a word! The first thing I wrote was a short story about a dragon. No one liked him in the local town because he was so big and ugly, and he went to go live in a cave; he was befriended by a human girl who’d got lost on a hiking trip. No idea how it ended, I’m afraid!
Is writing your full-time job? If not, would you like it to be, and why? If so, what are the most rewarding and challenging parts of full-time independent writing?
I am a part-time author, but…
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There is a saying that exists – “Like attracts like” and, while simplistic in its expression, it is profound in so many other ways. It is the first thing that springs to mind when I think of Suikoden and its loyal fan base.
Perhaps the most unique aspect of the Suikoden series is the strong implementation of morals and values it instills in its storylines. Very often, the main character must make difficult decisions which result in tragic sacrifice; betrayal is not an uncommon theme, but very often such betrayal is not done with the intent to be cruel or selfish; this only serves to highlight the fantastic complexity of characters in this series. Emotion is an important aspect of Suikoden; courage vs cowardice, noble vs dishonour, strength vs weakness. And as emotion is such a crucial focal point of human existence, it is only natural that people who are particularly drawn to such feelings and challenges should be drawn to one another. This, from my experience and observations, is what has brought together the Suikoden family.
Like most families, the Suikoden family has its own share of values and beliefs: loyalty, honour, and the courage to stand up and do what’s right. They are qualities which, in a day and age where self-serving materialism and opportunistic gain lie at the heart of so many, are few and far between. This game has not only brought us hours of joyous play, bestowed us with some of the most beautiful music to grace our ears or tugged at every emotion imaginable; it has provided us with a community of like-minded thinkers and doers; people who embody attributes of the series itself. They are passionate people, dedicated people, courageous people; they have a strong sense of justice, a desire to make a difference and an innate thirst to do what’s right in a world where, so often, things go wrong. They are the type of people who will not sit idly by and do nothing in the face of corruption. They are, in essence, a reflection of the very games that stole their hearts.
The Suikoden family come from all walks of life; different nationalities, different races, different religions, different social backgrounds. They can be the best of friends or the worst of enemies; they can arrange delightful get-togethers, relishing in one another’s company; or they can fight like cat and dog, as many families do. Anyone can join this family and new additions are welcome with open arms. I do not believe I speak only for myself when I say that Suikoden changed me as a human being in more ways than one; this is the phenomenal power of the games and it is a feature that so many of us share.
And now, on the 20th Anniversary of our beloved series, the Stars of Destiny have gathered once more in a family reunion, a community rich with passion which does Suikoden itself justice. I am proud, as ever, to be able to say I am a part of it.
London – a city of the arts, vibrancy and multiculturalism. A place famous for its scattered landmarks and home to some of the most affluent individuals, both living and deceased. From the Dickensian streets to the regal abode of Buckingham Palace, this is one metropolis that has lain at the heart of many tourists’ desires, a place rich in history which very often holds out a welcoming hand to those who wish to explore its wealth of diversity, as they mingle with Londoners and residents alike.
But imagine a time where the attractions of this charismatic city vanish. Where thugs and hooligans rule the roost. Where ordinary citizens are afraid to leave their homes for fear of being attacked or murdered.Where a decline in morals and basic respect for our fellow man takes a dramatic tumble. And where, in the early twenty-third century, a fourth English Civil War brews menacingly under the surface, leading towards a clash of blood and fire that has not been seen since the dark days of the Cavaliers and Roundheads.
In the sequel to my debut novel, ‘How the Wolf Lost Her Heart’ this is the grim reality of a future London. ‘How the Tiger Faced His Challenge’ is the second book in my Young Adult Dystopian series and focusses on the inevitable war between the Renzo stronghold in the west and the Pearson family in the east. This book is darker than the first and much more sinister, but it is a roller-coaster of honour, love and betrayal that is guaranteed to set your heart pumping. Since its release in 2014, ‘How the Wolf Lost Her Heart’ has done extremely well, garnering praise and fans around the world and currently sitting with over 70 5* and 4* reviews on Amazon.com, Amazon.co.uk and Amazon.ca. Now, the story of Morphers Skye Archer and Raphael Renzo continues in this exciting, action-packed sequel. Right now, the Kindle book sits at $3.00 for the American and Canadian versions and £1.99 for the UK version. Do get your hands on a paperback copy if you can though – it’s entirely worth it, if only for the striking cover! Below is an excerpt from the novel – enjoy!
‘There was a sudden, explosive bang outside which caused everyone to jump.
“What was that?” said Ricardo, alarmed.
Another ear-splitting boom blasted off in the distance, far more deafening than a clap of thunder and much more sinister. Every man in the room leapt to his feet. Seconds later, several more bangs followed. Raphael dashed to the window, his eyes darting frantically around outside to see if he could get a clue of what had made the noises.
“What the hell’s going on?” he exclaimed.
And then they heard it. The horn.
It was an ancient variation of a bugle horn that had been in the Renzo family for generations, dating all the way back to the 1600’s during the time of the English Civil War when Oliver Cromwell and his Roundheads had fought King Charles I and his Cavaliers. Raphael’s oldest of ancestors had been a general in the Cavalier Army; it was said that he had died in battle having leapt in front of the king himself, taking a bullet to the chest. The general had been honoured by the king with a memorial plaque (which was later desecrated and demolished by the Roundheads after the execution of the king) and this bugle horn, which was formally presented to the general’s family. For centuries, it remained the most precious of family heirlooms and, in recent times, Lord Renzo had announced that when the time came for arms to be taken against the Pearsons, or when the enemy launched their attack, the horn would be blown, amplified by modern-day technological equipment so the blasts would echo across the entire city.
Now, this same horn resounded throughout the City of London. It penetrated the eardrum of every man, woman and child; and for those within the Renzo stronghold, there was only one possible conclusion they could come to.
“This means…” said Raphael, his voice trailing off.
“Yes,” said Trey, sounding gritty and determined.
They stared round at one another, realization sinking in.
The war had begun.’
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