Did You Actually Read The Article?

Let’s get this out in the open right away and be done with the whole issue: I like Duck Dynasty. I share most of the Biblical views of the Robertson clan. (I can’t say I share them all because I don’t know what all of their views are on the Bible. They know it a lot better than I do from what I can tell. I’ll just defer for the moment to their education on the topic.) I am not surprised the left has attacked Phil Robertson for his interview in GQ Magazine. (click here for the link to the article.)

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The last thing Phil Robertson needs is me to defend him. Heck, he has about a bazillion more weapons than I do, including a pretty decent intellect. Don’t let that cagey look and the shaggy beard fool you. I guess that goes for both of us…

My point is pretty simple: he didn’t say what the media says he said. No big surprise there. Go click on the link to the article and read it yourself. The most insulting thing he says is… that sin is sin. And he takes a Biblical view of immoral acts, male and male, male and female, human and animal, etc. He’s not judging. Nope, he leaves that to God. But he is putting it right out there that he’s toeing the line as set forth in the Bible. His interpretation is a very common one. I’m not a Biblical scholar so don’t worry that I’ll try to parse the Greek or Aramaic for you. You can go read it for yourself. May not be a bad idea, come to think of it.

I get Phil. He’s doing this because he was a massive sinner in his youth and he’s happy to be saved. He’s pretty sure he was headed for Hell and he wants to help others avoid that fate as well. Nothing wrong with that in my opinion. You can agree with Phil, you can disagree with Phil. You can say he’s wrong in his interpretation of scripture.

But before you try to stick a knife in the man’s back, make sure you know more about scripture than Phil. And read the article in GQ.

I’ll leave it up to God who’s right and who’s wrong. But once you read the article I think you’ll agree that Phil didn’t do anything remotely like what he’s being accused of in the press.

I hope A&E has another blockbuster lined up and waiting. I suspect that Clan Robertson is not going to take this lightly. The fans sure don’t seem to be in the mood to blow this off. Partly that’s because the viewers finally got somebody that they could identify with and watch every week without having to hold their finger over the mute button. The fans like the Robertsons. The fans are loyal. And, as of yesterday when this all started to boil, the fans are warming up to a royal boycott.

I guess reruns of The First 48 and Dog The Bounty Hunter may have to be the big draws if A&E doesn’t rethink this decision to suspend Phil. He doesn’t seem like the type to be suspended. Except perhaps from the same cross his Savior occupied. I think Phil might just take a nail in the hand for his beliefs. We’ll find out soon.

Just by the way, my takeaway quote from the article is, “You put in your article that the Robertson family really believes strongly that if the human race loved each other and they loved God, we would just be better off.” Yeah, that Phil – he’s a hater.

Some Random Stuff

 

Christmas is almost here. One week to go. And it’s a good thing, I’m about fried.

I truly promise to up the quality of the posts next week. Lots of stuff partially written, but the hours devoted to working the “day” job and being Santa take a chunk out of my life.

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As a sop, here’s some unique videos to set the season. Cheers!

Let’s start with Dusty Springfield:

Now, a taste of Elvis:

Patsy Cline and Ferlin Husky:

Be blessed and remember the true reason for the season: Jesus!

One Week, 4 Public Appearances Left For Santa.

Just a reminder to all of my friends that Christmas is almost here. There are three visits left at Midtown Global Market and one Breakfast with Santa at Jersey’s. The schedule is up at www.santajoe.com for details and map links.

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I’m really looking forward to breakfast at Jersey’s, they have rolled out the red carpet for me. Please consider bringing your little ones and getting some great food and classic pictures!

See you there.

So, I Made A Minor Modification To The Novel.

Each time an author writes a word for posterity they have to consider how it will be taken. Some things just flow, some don’t. Some things are written for the author, some for a specific audience. Sometimes you write and write and write and write – and nothing usable comes from the effort.

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My novel, Assault On Saint Agnes, is an action thriller. I had a wide variety of people read different drafts to get their feedback. The women all liked it because it was a good story. The men liked it because it had lots of action. Heck, even my mom liked it… she hated the first book I wrote.

The book is doing well in its various competitions, and it may well be something that gets picked up by a publisher in the near future. I hope and pray that is the case.

But an author is nothing if not a creature of self-doubt and questions. Should I make this longer? Does this paragraph need to come out? Should I have made this science fiction? Is there a need for romance? Will this book appeal to women as well as men?

And, the greatest question of all: How could I work some buggies and bonnets into this thing and get the Amish angle?

I may have  the answer. I rewrote the first chapter to make the book not only appeal more to women, but to get the Amish involved early on in the story. I hope you like this submission. Let me know how you feel about it! If the response is great enough I’ll rewrite the whole thing and get it done up right. Back in black, baby.

CHAPTER ONE
Saint Paul, Minnesota
05 February 1021

The scent of burnt gunpowder and incense whipped through what was left of the stained glass windows. Bobby Kurtz lay flat against the cold floor—unwilling to budge. With his head down, Bobby listened for the police to arrive. He’d made a thorough mess of things and it would take days to clean up. His mother would be horrified.

To his left lay one of the priests—bloodied, a bit disoriented, but alive. He’d be highly miffed over the cacophonous state of his church but how would Bobby make amends? Bobby shook off the nausea and adrenaline that came with a gun battle. He’d won. But it was still a sin to have used a machine in the House of God. But there were no pitchforks handy and he did have the .45 Colt. He needed to make amends and apologize. “Father, I’m heartily sorry. I pray thee forgive my transgression against thine house.”

The stillness of the room erupted in a chaotic crescendo as the doors to St. Agnes flew open. Nothing prepares a man for the impact of flash-bang grenades. Bobby didn’t hear any flashbangs – only the soft noise of a hand-made quilt being spread over his back.
Bobby didn’t even move his head. He knew it was the family come to take him home.

“Robert. What have thee done now? You and your Englisher ways will forever be a stain on our family. Mutti sent me to bring thee to the farm in Lancaster. I saw the people run out and heard the shots. I knew it was your work. How many this time, Robert?”

Bobby pulled the quilt more tightly around his shoulders and rolled to a sitting position. “Silas, thou art so judgmental. I have done nought but defend the sheep against the wolves. Terrorists, Silas. Demons. But nay, thee wilst not accept my ways and I am aggrieved by the fact.”

“Robert, I am never judging you, for that is God’s job, not mine. I am trying only to bring thee back to the people. You are no longer shunned; we have voted and brought you back if you wish. I don’t know what the Bishop will say when he hears of this transgression, but I will plead for thee before the church.”

Bobby looked into his brother’s corn-blue eyes. He was a good man, a patient man in his black cloak and white shirt. Bobby longed to be back in the fields of Pennsylvania with the cows. Back in the ways of the family.

Silas helped Robert to his feet and dusted the shards of glass off of his face. “My older brother, it pains me to see you so. Here, take my hat: it will help stop the bleeding on your head. My buggy is outside. We should go now.”

The two men walked out into the cold air and down the steps of the church. There, in the buggy, sat Robert’s one true love. His beloved Karin.

Karin stared at the blood trickling down his face. “Robert, have you been shooting people again?”

Bobby nodded. “Twas Satan I fought, not people. I renounce the violence and wish to confess to the congregation my sins. May I ride with thee to the farm?”

Karin wept quietly. “In my dreams I have prayed for this. Come, it is a long ride to Lancaster and I know you are tired. Come bundle with me in the back and we shall pray.”

Just as the buggy rounded the corner and set off down Dale Street the SWAT team arrived to find a church in tatters and no sign of the man in torment for his soul. Robert Kurtz was headed home. Home to Amish country.

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So, watcha think?  Is there a future for me in this genre?

I’m Rather Torn With All These Choices.

I’m looking at my DVR and wondering how to best spend the next 61 minutes.

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It’s come down to Amish Mafia Christmas Special versus A Moonshiners Christmas.

Anyone who is able to quickly intervene should contact my wife. This may be a new low.

Now, leave me alone, I have telebishion to watch.

Here’s a music video to keep you amused in the meantime. Have a wonderful day.