Today I had the opportunity to watch the memorial service at Fort Hood. As I wipe away my tears I realized that my sailor was coming out and that isn’t always a good thing.
1) If you have never listened to radio host Michael Savage, save yourself the time. This man is the most vile, racist piece of garbage I have ever had the displeasure of listening to. He is worthless and disgusting. Michael Savage spreads hate and discontent that will cause this nation to fall further into ruin than it already is. Michael Savage, I should sue you for the wasted 2 hours I listened to your mindless drivel giving you every opportunity to redeem yourself.
2) This is potentially the most important thing I have ever had to say on here. YOU (and yes I mean YOU), if you have any intention of hurting the population of this country or our ideals, please prepare to die. You and your little mindless army could invade this country and destroy many of us BUT as long as there is ONE American left alive we will fight. We will come and come and keep coming until we win back our FREEDOM.
We are diverse. We are the definition of melting pot. We come from the four corners of this world. We practice ALL religions. We eat different things. We can speak different languages. We have different customs. We are unique. We are ONE.
We are Americans and you hate us for it. If you want to come out of the shadows and quit sneaking through the night like the weasels you are then you would see that we are a loving people. You may come here and be FREE. Do you understand that? You may be as conservative in your beliefs as you like. As long as you don’t hurt anyone, you may do as you like.
You claim to attack us in the name of religion but I will tell you that no matter your religion, you shame your deity with your attacks. Killing innocents in his/ her name gets you no closer to your version of the Christian Heaven. You are fools. You could come here and have all the advantages in the world yet you choose to persecute those that don’t believe as you do.
Stop now. Please. Do not sacrifice anymore innocent lives. If you wish to fight we will match you troop for troop on any battle field of you choosing. Just stop killing innocents. Morally it is reprehensible.
3) For those involved in the Fort Hood shooting, whether you were injured or lost a loved one, I am sorry. I am sorry I was not there to drag you out of the fire fight. I’m sorry I was not there to take a bullet for you. I’m sorry you lost a loved one, mother, father, son, daughter, brother, or sister. I am sorry and can only make a pledge to you that I will raise my own daughter in your loved ones image. To love this country and respect others. To enjoy freedom and defend it.
I AM SORRY AND WILL DO MY BEST TO RAISE MY DAUGHTER AS A PROUD AMERICAN!
Mommy and her little football
Daddy and his little football
Football love starts young in our family
Grandpa and his little football
A deflated football
The dada pumpkin in color
The dada pumpkin in B&W
I went into my office/ writing room last night intent on cleaning and hanging some shelves but got mildly distracted. Netflix has the ability 
to stream across the Internet and I decided to do so while I worked. An hour later I realized that my feet were propped up on my desk watching the movie.
I chose a movie I’d never heard of called ‘Mutant Chronicles’. Without ruining anything I’ll say that it involves zombies/mutants, alien tech, steam-punk, and a dystopian future. Thomas Jane and Ron Perlman star in the movie and I have to say that I added it to my Xmas list immediately. Absolutely awesome! The acting wasn’t bad at all and cgi along with the special effects were incredible!
I would highly recommend this to those of us into the dark, weird, and dystopian type movies. Hopefully Santa will put a copy under the tree for me this Christmas!
Oh where to begin…..
I think I’ll start with Civilization: End (formerly known as Journals of the Apocalypse).
* I’ve written a new chapter.
* I’ve realized I’m missing at least one or two in the beginning.
* I’ve realized that the existing chapters are not descriptive enough.
* I’ve made the decision to take it from journal format.
* I will include ’some’ journal excerpts
* I’ve designed a t-shirt
* I’m torn on self-publishing or going through a publisher.
* I have an incredible support team in Kristy and Beth.
Writing tools from Horror Realm:
Everyone I spoke with including some big names in the genre all seem to use Word or Open Office. Very interesting. I think I got caught in all the gimmicky software instead of realizing I just need to write. It doesn’t matter if Q10 makes typing noises or this does that or vice versa. As long as I am COMFORTABLE!!
I came back from HR and decided to try plain old Word and you know what? I didn’t miss the other stuff. It just is a bunch of bells and whistles. I can block out all the things Word does along the way and then use those tools like grammar and spell check to my advantage eventually. That’s just me.
Mallory Updates:
* She is now rolling over both ways (when she wants)
* Sleeping on her belly
* Growing like and infectious disease of cuteness
* Looking more and more like her Mommy everyday
* Wrapping me tighter and tighter around her finger
That’s all for today guys!
REMEMBER, IF IT’S A FAST ZOMBIE, SHOOT IT. IF IT’S A SLOW ONE? WELL, JUST WHIP OUT THAT MACHETE AND TAKE IT’S HEAD RIGHT OFF!
Ben
This story will probably go down as one of the funniest things that happened at Horror Realm last weekend. My wife Kristy alluded to it in her last post, but I thought I’d give some blow by blow detail. I just wish more people had witnessed it.
As most of you know I grew up in PA spending a lot of time in the woods. I’m familiar with the sounds that animals make versus humans and so on and so forth.
On Saturday afternoon my dear friend Michelle (aka DeadMama) asked if we wanted to go up to the very famous (in the undead community) Evans City Cemetery. For those of you that don’t know this cemetery, it is where the opening scenes of ‘Night of the Living Dead’ were filmed. Well, you know me, I said *we* would love to go! So come 5 PM Kristy, Michelle, Mike (Michelle’s husband) and myself jump in their rental and go find a Bob Evans because they don’t have those in Louisiana where they are from. That was the first chuckle of the night for me. Michelle has a fetish for Bob Evans.
After dinner we come out of Bob Evans and Kristy had mentioned to Michelle I get carsick in the back seat (very true, growing up in PA was tough) so I got in the front and Mike handed me the map to which I laughed because we had to go right past my hometown of Sewickley to get to Evans City which is near Zelienople. We tool along and Mike and I discuss his time in Iraq and injuries from an IED (he is going back in January). Finally we get to Evans City and head up through the hills to the cemetery and it looks just like in the movies. The tree tunnel, windy road and building are all still there. Oh, did I mention it was dark? Very dark?
The maintenance building in the cemetery
We park the car in the almost the same spot as in the movie and Michelle scampers out saying she knows where the headstone is that Barbara was kneeling at. At this point Kristy realized her coming wasn’t the brightest of ideas. In the back of your head you know there is no such thing as zombies but the front of you mind is saying ‘No Zombies, No Zombies, No Zombies’.
DeadMama as Barbara at the Coles Headstone
Mind you we have NO flashlights but the LED one on my military grade cellphone. We finally get to the headstone and DeadMama gets down in front of it re-enacting Barbara’s scene here. This is really funny because she will be playing Barbara in an upcoming play down in Shreveport. Michelle jumped up and said she new where the other headstone was so went walked across the cemetery to find that marker/monument.
Kristy loosening up at Michelle’s encouragement and re-enacting another of Barbara’s scenes
At this point we decide to go help Mike with a geocache. This is where pods are placed all over the world and you use a GPS (not a car one but the real deal) to find the location. You then open the pod, sign the roster, and go back to the Web and update that you found it. The one Mike is looking for is near the war memorial in the middle of the cemetery but no matter how hard we looked we couldn’t find that one. He knew there was one down by the entrance sign so we headed in that general direction in the car.
The modern entrance sign
So we get out of the car leaving the lights on and doors open and walk over to the sign where I took the above picture. What you can’t see is the hill side that goes up behind the sign and is totally wooded. Mike, using his GPS, realizes that the geocache is in the woods and says screw it.
Michelle, Kristy, and I are taking pictures and I hear rustling up in the woods. No big deal right? Probably a deer, bear, or bobcat. None of those will mess with you. I say nothing. I hear the rustling again and ask if anyone heard it. No one did. I hear the rustling again and it is moving towards us and FAST! The next sounds I hear make me laugh today (not so much then). A pair of red Chucks (Michelle) and sandals (Kristy) running as fast as they can to the car. I realize I’m not the first to run so I take off like a bat out of Hell for the front seat and we realize Mike hasn’t moved. The IED kind of messed up his hearing so I yell his name and he sees us jumping in the car and he comes running. We peel out of the cemetery and take off down the road.
About ten miles later it became funny but that first ten miles was awfully quiet!
