Hillary Clinton, Soulless, or Just Successful

In 1975 when Hillary Clinton was a 27-year-old defense lawyer, she defended accused rapist Thomas Alfred Taylor, a then 41-year-old on trail for raping a 12-year-old girl.

The hospital reports confirmed that the 12-year-old girls injuries were consistent with rape. Clinton discredited the young victim and got Taylor's rape charged reduced to unlawful fondling of a child under 14-years-old, hence he spent less than a year in prison for brutally raping a child. The CNN tapes confirm Clinton laughing about the matter and suggest she knew his client was guilty, but hey, the due process of the law is just that, win at all cost if your a lawyer, it's just the way of the world. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jJ03Nw7ohww /    http://www.politifact.com/truth-o-meter/article/2014/jul/17/did-hillary-clinton-ask-be-relieved-rapist/

Maybe Clinton is just the type of person America needs as its leader, someone who uses the brain and not the heart. The heart after all gets in the way of success, and success equals money and power and those two things are what rule the world.

"It's all bull-**** folks," the late George Carlin said.

Dead Poems, One new, Others From My Archives

Time Enough?

The helpless feeling of limited time, even the crazy night-mare of the
ocean swallowing me alive, do I have time to finish all the words in
my head? Nothing to live for, financial futility, perennial solitude,
forever unloved, yet laughter always finds its way in, I enjoy being the
fool, a modern day court jester for the few who enjoy my presence.
There's always more, photography, books, blogs, ball games and
barbecues and the never ending quest for the absolute perfect combination
of words that communicate flawlessly, and entertain marvelously.

                                 

Life and Death

Geckos dwell in the caves of the ancients, and roam
through hollowed rib cages where the heart used to be.
Demons laugh as we plan for tomorrow. Predator’s dwell
in anticipation. Indeed the devils work shop is a busy
place. Near death or seized success?
Just another pawn in a soulless generation. Which gener-
ation will destroy the last of civilization? Knowledge over
powers laughter. Laughter dances on knowledge, it
dances with wisdom, it dances with folly.                                
Izzy Schurr / Nancy Simpson Hoke
                                    

                               

Great niece Lexy

Children

   Innocent eyes breed love and laughter. They

harness wisdom and dispense imagination.

Youth’s unfiltered emotions dwell in the 

adams of eternity.

                         

Great niece Lexy

Nonsense

Razzle dazzle, pies in the castle. Where is Ms.
Frazzle? Under da castle? Perhaps causing a
hassle? Why no, she’s eating sassle. What is
sassle? Sometimes it’s sweet, bright, and
light. Other times it’s sour, dark, and heavy.
Sassle is often like dark chocolate, and some
times it’s like white chocolate. It’s never like
hot chocolate. Mostly it’s Wokalit. Wokalit pie.
chocolate pie, sapple pie, apple pie. Scary pie,
cherry pie, chicken pot pie. Never eat a mud pie
like a Burf or a Wurf. Instead why not surf. Perhaps
walk with a Wurf.

                          

Still Lexy

"Future Shock," A Bountiful Book For the Senses Or a Bust?

The less then two month old novel "Future Shock" is a young adult novel dealing with nefarious big business practices, young love, murder, futurism and much more.

Elena Martinez, a 17-year-old who is growing up in the U.S. foster care system is about to be 18-years-old and on her own. Struggling to find even a waitress job, the Aether Corporation which has developed an accelerator that creates a rift in the in the space-time continuum, a temporal aperture that can send people to the future has plans for her. 

The Aether Corporation offers Martinez and four other extraordinary teens to participate in a short research program that when completed will be enough money to graduate college 100 percent debt free. 

Adam O'Neill, another teen who is recruited by the Aether Corporation becomes Martinez's love interest, but is O'Neill just another rich self centered soul who is so evil, he'd allow the deaths of Martinez and the other teens for his own personal gain? 

The Aether Corporation wants to send Martinez, O'Neill and three other teens to the future so the teens can document what they see in the future and bring back their information to the company, so Aether can use their knowledge of the future to always have the latest medical and tech toys of the future.

It's only safe for the young to do time travel because of severe mental repercussions, and even teens aren't immune to these harsh repercussions, but the allure of huge money makes the teens want to go, except for O'Neill who is already rich, but his crush on Martinez gives him that sense of immortality. 

Once into the future, the teens really see the harsh complications. If the teens don't do the right things, they could all be killed and also the fate of a 4-year-old girl with cancer becomes their responsibility.

Can Martinez and O'Neill someday live a live of love together, or must their love for each other be thrust into the abysses for the benefit of many more people they know? 

Things really get complicated when Martinez realizes she may be a cold blooded killer like her father who bludgeoned her mom to death with a golf club when she was 7-years-old in front of her, hence her reason for being a foster child.

For a young adult book, some harsh themes are throw about, but in the end, real bad things happen in real life. The F-word is used once in a blue moon, but over all this is a PG-13 book OK for most readers. Three stars for UCLA graduate and author Elizabeth Briggs first young adult book "Future Shock." 

New Dead Poems

Cold glances and judgmental stances.

Poker face, stone face, call it whatever, display

no emotions. Too many see only the tangible substances;

the size of one's bank account, the importance of their job, 

how attractive they and others are. The unsuccessful 

and ill-favored looking with small wallets lose confidence

and shield our emotions. The almighty dollar dictates the women 

we can and cannot talk to, it shrouds our confidence and self worth, 

yet in the end every ones talents and beauty 

fade to nothing.

                                                                                Izzy Schurr

Few people like me, most hate or think their better and 

smarter then me. I see it their eyes, that look of contempt and 

judgment. I used to smile a lot more, but the majority of unfriendly

 souls have chanced my face to stone. It's way too awkward when 

your smiling face is met with a cold stare, and that happens to me a lot,

hence the stone face most of the time. Ironically it's the haters who

keep me alive, those shallow self center souls who'd relish in my suicide

  will have to go on judging for no reason, and be contemptuous without a cause.

The awesome few who enjoy my presence can't see the emptiness in 

my heart or the full belly of laughter buried in seriousness. 

Keep moving, keep playing, keep dreaming. (Pia)

                                                                                           Izzy Schurr

The Musical Hero's of 2112, Script Schurr Forschurr

My blog site is very unfriend toward screen writing format, it's an easy fix, but I don't have the dough to do so right now.

For those unfamiliar with basic screen writing, here's the basics; INT is interior / EXT is exterior.

Fade IN

It's the year 2112 and I'm two years shy of being a 150-years-old. I look like I'm still in my 50s and feel like a 25-year-old.

In the year 2020 I embraced Nanotechnology. Within twenty years of many people consuming nano pills to cure their cancer or stop aging, even both, a lot of nano pill users stopped taking the pills, and by 2050 nano pills were banned on the legal market, yet to this day, the so called black market is flourishing with the pills.

Decades before nano pills were a reality, nanotech pills had their critics and skepticism. On the positive end of nano pill consumption, the pills did indeed stop the aging process and even cure cancer by fixing people's dead cells or replacing the bad cells outright.

The critics claimed that if the nano pills replaced too many human cells, people would indeed look and be young forever, but they literally could become robots, void of all tangible emotions and feeling. The critics were right, but not  100 percent correct.

Some regular nano pill users have become what the critics claimed, mindless with absolutely no imagination, but these poor souls were excellent retail workers and janitors for life.

Some regular nano pill users, including healthy individuals almost 200-years-old however posses all the same human emotions they've always had, others like myself lost their entire sex drive and became asexual.

Becoming asexual was perfect for me, all the women I've desired from high school till middle aged never wanted me and vise versa, so this was a total blessing for me.

I still have all my creative cerebral passions such as photography and music to transport my dreams desires.    

Facing the death penalty if caught with these five little girls in my basement was absolutely worth it to me. In these twisted modern times, I may have started to seriously lie to myself.

Convincing myself what is OK and what is illegal and sadistic to do with these little girls, but the stage has been set and the camera will roll.

What I was about to do and have these little girls do in the depths of my den of debacle surely was a felony and a sin against every law these days, but my desires and dreams got the best of me...

Relax folks, if your still reading, this is rated G stuff, I may have lured my readers into thinking this is some sort of an evil sex fantasy, but the fantasy is purely about music.

In the year 2112, all music that does not contain positive lyrics about the government and God, is not only illegal to play or listen to, but a punishment of maybe life in prison or even death.

Too many brain washed citizens still believe exposure to rock 'n' roll music is poisonous to the mind and bears a one way ticket to an eternity in hell.

The five little girl's, ages three to 5-years-old, I've got in my basement jamming away on drums, guitar, bass and sometimes horns are also subjected to the current 2112 laws, and may face the same fate as myself if caught.

If you understood the sheer talent of these amazing girls the way I do, you'd want their music captured and listened to by the souls who truly understand the sounds of real music.

INT BASEMENT DAY

All five girls are on a small stage complete with all the necessary rock 'n' roll musical instruments. The lead and rhythm guitarists are plugging in their guitars to their amps, the bass player is doing the same.

The drummer is seated on her drumming stool and adjusting her drum heads and cymbals to her exact preference.

Mark is connecting his Sony Handi Cam to the sound board. The camera is already on a tripod and facing the stage.

Despite the young age of the girls, their wisdom far exceeds their years.  

KAYLA
(5-year-old lead guitarist)
Mark, if the police catch us, will they kill us?

The other four girls stopped all instrumental preparations and their shocked faces are eagerly awaiting Mark's answer.

MARK
Kill us on the spot?
(slight pause)
Very unlikely, and I'm the the one who would probably go to jail for life, maybe even sentenced to death, but you girls would probably be lectured and not allowed to play music, but no jail or death for you girls.

KAYLA
(Slightly angered)
Not allowed to play music!? That's not OK at all!

Kayla plugs a jack into her guitar and plays an amazing version of the "The Star-Spangled Banner." An electrical non vocal version of the song that Buddy Guy, Jimi Hendrix, Eric Clapton and Jeff Beck could only play in their wildest dreams.

While Kayla is jamming away, seeming effortless, her four other bands mates watch in awe, as does Mark. When Kayla is done playing, Mark and the rest of the girls are too wowed to even applaud.

ASLHEY
(4-year-old drummer)
That was a perfect version of the song. When we're done playing today, I want to watch the video later.

MARK
I forgot to turn the camera on, can you play it again Kayla?

 TEMICKRA
(5-year-old lead singer)
(to Mark)
What? She'll never be able to play the song again like that again, that was straight from the heart, inspired by the soul, I can't believe you didn't turn on the camera.

KAYLA
I play my best guitar in years, and you didn't turn on the camera, your so funny Mark.

JAYLENE
(3-year-old bass player)
That's OK, we've still got a lot more music to play today. Remember to turn on the camera Mark, and make sure your lithium batteries are all charged.

KAREN
(4-year-old rhythm guitarist)
(Smiling)
Yea Mark! Remember last time your camera ran out of battery life and Ashely did that amazing drum solo which you missed.

MARK
Yea, yea, I remember, but now I've got three batteries all charged and ready to go, and I finally replaced the plug in adapter for the camera.

JAYLENE
You finally got a new plug in adapter, because you spilled beer on the old one.

KAYLA
Mark, your  a lot smarter when you don't drink beer.

ASLHEY
I think he's funny when he drinks that dark stuff in the big glasses with the handles.

KAREN
As long as he doesn't drink too much, but even when he just drinks one, his breath really stinks.

MARK
Enough gibber jabber, let the jam session begin.

Mark is standing behind the camera and begins to pour a bottled IPA into a handled glass.

The girls start playing Led Zeppelin's "How Many More Times."

Mark double checks that the camera is in focus and that the sound level is OK. He is satisfied with his camera settings, sips his beer and bobs his head to the music.

This little all girl band sounds amazing, and quickly Mark realizes he forgot to hit the record button.

Mark turns the camera on and enjoys his beer and the music.

Too Many Conspiracy's, Too Little Time

War is money, money is life, the mainstream dreams of acquiring material things shroud the spirit and redirect the mind  to the matter.

Mainstream matter is cars, electronics, over priced housing and an abundance of selfishness. Four months before I was born, America had a leader with heart and soul, a man in power who was against war and for the average person. (Killed November, 1963)

On June 4, 1963, Executive Order 11110 was signed by President John Fitzgerald Kennedy which stripped the Rothschild Bank of its power to loan money to the U.S. Federal Government at interest. http://humansarefree.com/2013/11/jfk-killed-after-shutting-down.html

The pen is mightier than the sword indeed took effect nine months before I was born, then in November 1963, everything went back to evil politics.

When President John Fitzgerald Kennedy signed this bill, it returned to the U.S. federal government, specifically the Treasury Department, the Constitutional power to create and issue currency without going through the privately owned Rothschild Federal Reserve Bank. With the stroke of a pen, President Kennedy declared that the privately owned Rothschild Federal Reserve Bank would soon be out of business. http://humansarefree.com/2013/11/jfk-killed-after-shutting-down.html

JFK was a leader for the common working people in America and he was going to withdraw American soldiers from Vietnam, so he was shot and killed by the powers that be because big money has no soul, and the same old song and dance will continue until the end of human existence. The extremely rich will always dominate the poor. JFK was the only president to challenge Rothschild Bank and now he's dead. Whether or not people directly involved with the Rothschild Bank killed Kennedy, it's clear after his murder, Rothschild Bank is still ruling the world's major money market and no other U.S. president dares to sigh the Executive Order 11110 ever again.    http://bostonreview.net/us/galbraith-exit-strategy-vietnam

 The 2001 World Trade Center was a twisted ploy to steal large amounts of money from investors and trick young Americans into going to war and an excuse to restrict civil liberties. (Time Life)

The medical industry is all about profit as well. There is a cure for cancer, a lot of cancers anyway, but the money is in the medicine, not the cure. Prescription drug makers and government agencies keep us in the dark about simple cheap remedies, then profit from peddling expensive long-term treatments that keep us alive, but don't cure us. (Time Life)

The powerful rich will always rule the world and will not hesitate to kill for what they have  and to get more. When a leader speaks, that leader dies. Words from the band Living Colour. Those words refer to leaders such as Martin Luther King Jr, Jesus, Gandhi, John Lennon, JFK and a hand full of other leaders who truly were for peace and positive change.

When world leaders speak and start to implement real change for the benefit of the common soul, they will be silenced or killed. Money is the almighty indeed, sad,  but true.    

The Afterlife Hit Parade and Much More Is Addressed in Stephen King's "The Bazaar of Bad Dreams."

King reveals some very personal facts about himself in the November release of "The Bazaar of Bad Dreams."

During his college years King said he lost many things including his mind for short periods of time because of his LSD use. With his senses amplified, he just may have crossed back and fourth into the 5th dimension, the intangible dimension which sheds true light on everything good and evil. Sheer nonsense weaved into reality which harbors in Kings unique imagination, then pouncing his readers minds with terror and laughter.

This book is 20 short stories, some resurfaced, many brand new. As an omnivorous King fan, I honestly feel his best novels are behind him, but even his mediocre novels are gripping. Only one of the stories in this book had a real good ending. It seemed King was just living off his name in this book. As expected, the character development for every tale was there, but none of the stories had a knock-out punch which disappointed me.

Average at best, this book still displayed Kings penchant for the absurd. In "Mile 81," a monstrous car eats people, and when a 6-year-old girl and her 4-year-old brother witness their parents getting eaten alive, I was really hoping the car would not devour the children. With King, no character is safe and sometimes evil swallows all that is heart full and pure. If you want to know if the children live or die, read the book.

As a young man in the 60s, King said the mindset of many young adults in that era had the feeling of invincibility, and that they would change the world. King is a realist, whether we want to or not, we all die no matter what our beliefs are.

In "Afterlife," King touches base with the four most popular afterlife beliefs; heaven, hell, purgatory or reincarnation. The bottom line, when we do die, there is absolutely nothing or there is something more, but what?

King like everyone else on this planet cannot give a definitive answer to what happens after death, but in "Afterlife," he created a story that should be made into a Twilight Zone episode. Doomed to a monotonous and hellish reality in death, or is there an oasis of complete happiness in eternity?

The final story, "Summer Thunder" is about the end of human existence, it will happen. The end of times might be tomorrow or 20 million years from now, but it will happen, just give it time!
Watch out for the button hook or hairpin turn on the way to Lake Pocomtuck, but if you want to die in an automobile, attempt the vicious turn in fifth gear, and yes, I cried for the dog Gandalf in "Summer Thunder."

Overall I was disappointed in this book, yet it was still written by King. Only through fiction can we think about the unthinkable and perhaps obtain some sort of closure King said. These words vastly aided my three star rating.

Quot libros quam breve tempus, Latin words that will be on one of my future T-shirts. So many books, so little time.