I am angry. And I am sad. Every time we have a mass murder in this country, I feel obligated to do something, to help in some way, if only just to add my voice to the chorus for change. I am deeply troubled, not just by this senseless loss of life, but by the utter... Continue Reading →
It Can Happen Here 3: Orwell’s 1984
Whoo-boy Rarely do words fail me like this, but after finishing George Orwell’s 1984, I am utterly at a loss for what to say. Nothing I can put into words, other than the words Orwell uses himself, can accurately describe the depth of despair, the hopelessness, the utter nihilism bound in this... Continue Reading →
Trump is a fictional character
"The Editor-in-Chief will see you now, Mr. Hovah." Jay straightened in his chair and got to his feet. He could feel the surge of excitement, tingling his extremities, energizing his limbs. Finally! The receptionist with the short brown hair and spectacles ushered him through the hall to the editor's office. In gold leaf lettering, a glass... Continue Reading →
It Could Happen Here: A Review of The Man in the High Castle
I've already been a victim of hate speech. This wasn't your normal troll variety flaming. This guy got eerily personal, digging deep into my life to attack my lifestyle, my beliefs, my career, and most disturbingly, the person I chose to marry. Sadly, he concluded I should leave the country. People like him have never understood what America is and what it stands... Continue Reading →
The Death of Truth
This is something I have been thinking about for quite some time now. I originally planned to write a (more lengthy) post about this, and I probably will someday, but after this past election, wherein Americans voted for a Fascist, I felt compelled to express my concerns. It is a dangerous time for civilization when truth no... Continue Reading →
Trump: How Do I Explain This to My Daughters?
I was really looking forward to tonight. I was excited to sit down with my family, with my wife and two girls, to watch the first woman in history become president of the United States. "This will be something you can tell your grandchildren," I said to them. "That you were there. That you remember." But when... Continue Reading →
The Art of Storytelling 
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