E. C. (Gene) Ayres Blogspot

I have been silent for a while, as (being high-spectrum autistic) I sometimes am. I am waiting for my Earth Day (more or less) release announcement for my first new eco-thriller in 17 years, Red Tide (stay tuned). (Full disclosure: like all of my books, it will be controversial. But more on that later. (My pen name is E.C. Ayres).) For now I am driven to write by world news: nothing new, mind you, just increasingly intensified. More and more, of late, I have been thinking--and wondering--if reason even actually exists in our world, or ever did, as a principle upon which people actually acted. I know there to be reasonable people (I like to think of myself as one) and always have been. But how many, and what do they actually control? A few small countries in Europe, I think, at most. Congress? The Military Industrial Complex? The Middle East? If ever there was a place where reason takes a back seat, it is there, where, for whatever historical reasons however historically justifie...

It must really be fun being a bankster. You get free everything: basically: free holidays, free health care, free lunch, tax free, freedom to do whatever you want or go where you want at somebody else's expense, and best of all, free money. You even get free access to Congress, the White House, and Wall Street. Pretty good deal, all in all. But what do banksters do for fun, when not watching their private sports teams, America's Cup yachts from their private helicopters or aircraft carriers? Well, now I know, from personal experience, and my suspicion is that anyone who reads this blog will recognize their own place on this game board as well: it's called 'pawn.' But the game isn't chess, because that would be pretty much equal between two players, and if there's anything banksters hate it's fair play, or equality in terms of, well, terms. What banksters love above all else is to toy with people's hopes, dreams, expectations, and, well, nest ...