Accentuate the Positive

I truly admire the youth of our great country. Everywhere I go the positive side of life is being demonstrated by the tenacity and attitudes of our young people. While baby boomers and senior folks are worrying and fretting over current events around the world, the younger generations are working hard and trying to change the things that caused the problems in the first place.

It’s refreshing to know that young, idealistic men and women are replacing the old, senile, life-time politicians who are still the power brokers in our country. None too soon, I might add. Look at Senator Gabrielle Gifford, who was shot in Tucson, Arizona, recently. No one thought she could survive, let alone recover from her head wound. Her courage and determination to return to work are inspiring to say the least. I can’t wait for her to return to office; she is the kind of person we need representing Arizona in the Senate.

I am not saying that our older politicians are all senile and/or corrupt. Governor Jan Brewer of Arizona is a perfect example of what is meant by “public servant.” Her battle to secure the border with Mexico is unpopular to some, but critical for the economical stability of Arizona. She is not only butting heads with a minority illegal immigrant movement, but also with the Federal Government who refuses to enforce immigration laws that are on the books. There is no doubt in any thinking mind that this has to do with votes and that in itself is despicable. Furthermore, I find it unbelievable that we are fighting in Libya, where we have no national interests, while Mexican drug cartels are killing American citizens on both sides of the border. It’s time to enforce a “no fly zone” in America!

Our younger generation proves to me that there is still hope for our country and the world as a whole. Do we need to adapt to changing political, economical and environmental landscapes? Yes, but human beings are all about change. That’s how we got here in the first place. We can adapt and continue to strive for changes that can and will resolve the dilemmas we face on our beautiful, blue planet Earth.

Write on,

I Feel a V-Rod Coming On

After I sold my Harley-Davidson “Road King” to help finance the publishing of my second murder mystery, Day Stalker, I found myself sucked into the no riding void of self-pity and depression. It seemed everywhere I looked, someone was riding a Harley, and while they were feeling good and looking good, I just hung my head in shame and rejection.

All my riding buds and buddettes have ridden off into the sunset while shaking their heads wondering how I could have sold my beautiful Harley touring bike. Sometimes I wondered the same thing, until I let my mind wrap around the fact that I have written and published two murder mystery novels that are five-star rated on Amazon.com. How many of my riding friends can say that? This fact may not be like riding a motorcycle, but it sure is exciting in its own right!

A funny thing happened to me on the way to my computer last month. I landed a construction consultant job and the position could very well be fulltime and salaried in the near future. This was better than I could have ever dreamed; after all, construction work in Arizona was non-existent. When this opportunity presented itself, I jumped on it like a frog on a bug and instantly unretired myself, yet again, from the industry I had spent so many years learning. When in doubt, do what you know best, and that is exactly what I am now doing.

Suddenly, owning another Harley seems within my reach. No more expensive, heavy touring bikes for the Mittster. I dream of a used 2003 Anniversary Model, Harley-Davidson (water cooled) V-Rod. I test drove one about five years ago and knew then that if I ever decided to stop the long hauls, the V-Rod would be my choice for just cruising the short trips.

It's official; I am going to Buddy Stubbs this Sunday to pict up my V-Rod! I’m sure glad I didn’t sell my riding duds and boots. The Mittster will be, once again, riding into the sunset!

I’m just saying,

Mittster

Killer Books

I present Evil in the Mirror and Day Stalker to you with pride and amazement. The amazement part is because they are my first novels written after a full career in an unrelated field. Sometimes humorous, but most times not, my novels are honest pathways into the minds of serial killers, rapists and perverts. Surely, I must be all those things to be able to write the murder mysteries that gush out of my brain. After all, most say, “You are one sick puppy, Mittster.” To those people who say it and/or think it because they are too polite to say it, I say, “Thank you very much – that’s the nicest thing that has been said to me this year.”

I tire of trying to explain that my books are fiction, it’s simply imagination, and don’t shoot the messenger. Murder mystery readers are, for the most part, sick puppies in their own right. It’s nice to know I am not alone. I too like a good “who done it”; after all, reading is how I became a writer in the first place. I just wanted to write something different that was also a page turner and thought provoking. If the reviews are any indication, I have done just that. I say these things about myself mainly because if I don’t, no one else will. Tooting your own horn works well in the author business because ego is part of the engine that drives the writing machine.

We writers are constantly trying to gain approval from our reading public. To my fellow sickoids who have read my books and responded with knee-jerk reactions, whether good or bad – I thank you. I also thank the folks who read my blogs and seem to want more. Perhaps someday I will rise to the status of “Best Seller,” but in the meantime, if you have any friends in the mental health field, you might ask them to read my books. I am sure they will gain physiological insight and wonder why in the hell I am not on death row in San Quentin Prison. Sometimes, I wonder the same thing....

Write on,

Mittster

Tiger’s Blood Anyone?

If Lindsay Lohan is trying to keep up with the Charlie Sheen, she needs to suck on a bottle of pure tiger’s Blood three times a day for at least a year if she ever hopes to catch up. Another thing Ms. Lohan, steeling stuff is a fool’s game. Ya don’t see Charlie ripping off retailers now do you.

You could also take some lessons from the Sheen Think Tank. I was skeptical at first because I just knew he was heading for a date with Phill Specter in prison with his behavior. Now that CBS is in negotiations trying to get Charlie back on the Two and a Half Men TV sitcom, it appears that the tank is really thinking.

I would kill to have his following on Twitter, Facebook and God only knows where else. He makes more money selling T-shirts in a month than we do working our butts off for a whole year. I didn’t really like the round table think tank group drinking gallons of coffee and smoking cigarettes like Mad Hatters, but you can’t argue with success. Maybe you really do need to act crazy to make your competitors go insane! I don’t know about you, but I could really feel the energy in that group – tiger’s blood you think?

I just knew Charlie had to be a tweaker, but I may have been way off base. Just because someone says that they are smarter than the whole show business group combined and can prove it, doesn’t mean they are crazy or doing drugs. Still, maybe, he is doing drugs, stoned crazy, super smart and still beating the Hollywood moguls at their own game! It could be that Sheen is an alien and just enjoying his visit here on earth; who knows? All I know is that he seems to be winning the war against the power people and I like that allot. God knows we mere mortals would like a little of that action.

I truly thought that Charlie Sheen had gone over the edge and was heading for a train wreck. Well, if what he is doing is a train wreck, I want to be in one too. I can’t remember even one actor ever sticking it to the Hollywood establishment like he is doing. Charlie is more popular now than ever before and it says volumes about his fans. I wonder if his think tank can help me become a bestselling author. I would even be willing drink coffee, act crazy and chug-a-lug tiger’s blood, but the cigarettes and whatevers are out!

OMG, I just saw the news piece on Charlie’s first live show in Detroit. It appears he blew it big time, and any chance that this blog could make sense is dashed. Crap – it turns out that Charlie Sheen is just a mere mortal after all. Oh, well…back to the drawing board. Move over Specter, Sheen is coming to share your cell…. Yikes!

I’m just saying,

Mittster

Puzzled at Puzzles

This is what puzzles me – why do wives ask husbands for the answers to crossword puzzle questions in the evening while their men are trying to watch TV? In my case, it always happens when I am watching South Park. Anyone who watches this program understands that the plots are very complicated and concentration is the key to understanding the humor. Since my wife is lying on the same bed as I, she surely must know the plot and why Butters is wearing a super hero costume.

I just don’t get it; how many times must I say, “Sorry, darling, I don’t know what the slang term is for butt crack,” or “Sorry, darling, I don’t know what the word is for husbands who watch dumb-ass TV programs.” At least I thought that is what she asked. Wait a minute; are these questions digs to keep me from enhancing my brain with good TV programming? I soon forget the questions and go back to the devil trying to have a Halloween party in South Park. After South Park, I turn the channel to Reno 911, as the wife starts another puzzle and the verbal digs start over again.

What’s the deal with crossword puzzles anyway? Why would anyone wrack their brain with trivia crap that means nothing in the real world? It makes more sense to me that I watch a gay guy on roller skates in tight, and I mean tight, shorts while putting moves on carhop customers during work. It helps knowing whom to avoid if I ever go to a carhop in the future. This is the kind of stuff that has meaning in the real world.

Oh crap, wifey is looking over at me again. Not another stupid question if you please. “Darling, what are you watching now?” she says with a devious smile. I look up at the TV and there is a home improvement program on. “How in the hell did this get on?” I ask perplexed. She replies, “I turned the channel two hours ago while you were sleeping, moron.” She starts to laugh uncontrollably as I get up to use the bathroom and then go to the couch to spend the night.

I don’t have to take this abuse!

I’m just saying,

Mittster