Flyland

Readers wonder where to look for the infamous FLYLAND dump?  Where to find the home to the Great Fly, Fecal, Phat the Bodi, Sweet Pew and the rest of the Alternate Universe?  Well, the answer is everywhere.  The land, the ocean, the desert and the plains and these special gathering places of our negative earth karma.  The planet is all just one great garbage dump.  Readers tell me my outlook is pessimistic and that somehow the earth will survive all this….maybe, and don’t doubt that I hope so.  But no one should really question… Continue reading →

Yes, there are now two new versions of the new “Great Fly” sticker both based on the world renown Justin Aerni drawing of the lowly messenger from Gad.  One is the traditional Circle Style Sticker and the other is the popular Die Cut Sticker Style.  Each one is advertising this very Blog and encourages readers to follow Flyland.Net the FLYLAND Blog.  These stickers mark the dawn of a new era for the FLYLAND Blog as we examine the threats of Climate Change and Nuclear Proliferation to our sickly planet.  (Or dead Host, as The Great Fly… Continue reading →

During the Vice-President’s debate an ordinary blowfly landed on Mice Pence’s head and stayed for over two minutes.  The old saying, “Like flies on shit,” come to mind and lingers there.  For many, it was understandably the highlight of the debate, but for most, it was more than they could understand.  The world’s continued overlooking of the novel, FLYLAND, has placed a void in the world’s understanding of the alernative universe of the fly.  Thus, a fly landing on the Veep’s head in front of millions of Americans, and staying there, and the conundrum implied, is… Continue reading →

FLYLAND becomes truer each passing minute.  The earth becomes more of a dead host for humans and a feast for the flies with each passing day.  I got my publishing report from Amazon today and noted that no one had purchased a copy of FLYLAND for five months.  Although I believe FLYLAND will long outlive me and eventually become an important work I don’t have much desire to push it.  Louder voices than mine push the dire shape of the planet every day and few listen.   The ice caps are melting faster than even the… Continue reading →

My Alamo

When I was a kid

from my bedroom window

I had a view of the library

one story building had a brick wall surrounding it

with a thick slab of concrete poured on top

a black iron gate that was locked at night

supposed to keep everybody out

and it did, everybody

but me–

The library was like an old fort

like an Alamo to me

where I would sit and read

surrounded by a hostile, yet fascinating world…

but instead of soldiers with rifles

it was full of books

hard muscled knifeman Jim Bowie was with… Continue reading →

When Malcolm X said, “I think the chickens are coming home to roost,” when asked about the Kennedy assassination his comment when viral before there was a concept of viral and before anyone had even dreamed of a  Viral Twitter post.  Therse days I hear his phase used quite a bit as an esorteric sound bite for pundits.  For the purposes of this blog I am using the reference in regard to the notion that the original premise of my novel, Hunting Snow Tops, about the value America places on the lives of old people was misunderstood… Continue reading →

Word is that Trump is bored with the Covid Crisis and wants to move on to something more interesting to him, like self-serving corruption and golf.  One unintended consequence of Trump’s movement away from his duty and responsibility is a wake of debate over whether the restoration of the economy has more value than the lives of the elderly.  It’s fairly clear that to many Republicans the economy is far more important than the lives of the elderly, and in the mind’s of many, the entire general population.  What will people like this come to decide… Continue reading →

In my SCI-Fi horror novel, Hunting Snow Tops, I loosely base a self-centered side-character, Dick O’Moby, on the dubious personage of Bill (Bull) O’Reilly.  One premise of my book is that in the eyes of America a time will come when the politicians come to believe are too many old people.  Social security will be reffered to as, “elderly welfare,” the oldsters will be renamed, “Takers and beggars” by the American body politic and the general public will turn on old folks like Texas Lieutenant Governor Dan Patrick and a posse of angry Texas Republicans!  … Continue reading →

As the Corona Virus began spreading the early panic brought out one of the truths that lays hidden in my novel, Hunting Snow Tops. Republican politicians and pundits were quick to write off elderly lives as insignificant or to put it in the current vernacular, “Old lives don’t matter.” Bill O’ Reilly was quoted as saying, “Most of them were on their last legs, anyway.”  A callous remark that would just as esaily apply to Billy and his master Trump as to any of the old folks he was referring too.  Yet, I’m sure that both Bill and… Continue reading →

Typical Saturday in paradise, until…(knock, knock) we have the VRBO next door so our latest visitor came over in a panic and said he’d just received a dire ballistic missile alert by cell phone.  I’d heard the warning ding on my own phone but between the continuous tsunami alerts, the flood warning alerts and the small craft advisory alerts I didn’t bother to look at them anymore when they came in by cell phone.  So when he nervously told me about the warning I laughed and said, “I don’t think so…” but he showed me the text and… Continue reading →