It's finally coming - the exact hurricane featured in my hit novel (20,000 print copies sold), Paradise Interrupted. This is the book you must curl up with and read by candle light in the coming days. More than ever you will feel in the pages. Easiest ways to get it - download from defiantworm.com or get it off (ugh) Amazon Kindle. This story really blows.

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on the wings of eagles

Donald Trump's main legacy will be the new bigotry established for those who feel superior to his supporters. America has another divide.

The Geat Equalizer

After Trumpelstiltskin crashed like a Kamikaze last night, the wreckage burned with but a faint glow, apparently never fueled up. His opponent sifted the site and, finding nothing there, stood with fists in the air, biceps bulging, evoking Ali over Liston, as undeniably victorious.

Oddly, one glancing at the Yahoo front page who had not witnessed the accident, would take away the impression that the debate had been equal and nothing of note had occurred.

To All Zulu Romeos

Wind, Sand and Stars

Poor Trump

I'm the best at everything. If I was poor, I'd be the poorest person ever. Nobody would be poorer than me. I'd be in the Guinness Book of World Records. I wouldn't even have a car. And if I did I'd fix it myself in the driveway. But I wouldn't be able to afford gas for it anyway so I'd send my kid out with a hose to siphon it out of other cars. Oh my God. I'd be so great at it. I wouldn't even have a beautiful wife. I'd probably just marry my secretary. I'd have a garden in the yard and eat stuff out of it instead of buying it at the store. And I'd shoot squirrels and eat those. And my family would probably starve to death. Maybe not. Dead isn't poor. I'd get food stamps for them. Ugh! Food stamps. Now that's poor. Come on folks, that's really, really poor. And we wouldn't be black. We'd stay white all the time. That would be unbelievable. And get this. My kids would go to community college. Oh my God.  I'd be so great.