Thomas Wictor

Archive for March, 2014

I should’ve published this review

When the fake book publicist Mike Albee “represented” me, he urged me to pay for a review of Chasing the Last Whale, Volume Two of the Ghosts Trilogy. The reviewer was Clarion. Mike told me this would be a great investment. As it turns out, the reviewer gave Whale three out of five stars. Authors…

 

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A tour of hell

Ever since I was a child, I dreamed of going to hell. I never saw flames and demons. Instead, my hell was full of unreachable, loud people; inexplicable machinery; winding corridors; and a sense of powerlessness, purposelessness, and hopelessness. Today I saw a video that someone made during his tour of hell. Before I post…

 

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War requires love

On my home page today, I saw a banner ad for Axe deodorant. It had a slogan I hadn’t seen in over forty years: “Make love, not war.” This is silly on so many different levels it’s hard to know where to start, but the most glaringly obvious flaw in this mindless catchphrase from the…

 

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Accepting and letting go

I wrote this August 13, 2013. Mom died exactly two months later. When my brother Eric was here to say goodbye to Mom, he and Tim and I had the most important conversations that the three of us had ever had. I’m very pleased at what an extraordinary man Eric has turned out to be….

 

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Crawface

Physically, I’m far from attractive. But I would never let someone take a knife to my face or inject it with stuff to make it smoother and more “youthful.” For one thing pillowfaces just look weird, not young. My livelihood doesn’t depend on my looks. If it did I certainly wouldn’t ruin my appearance the…

 

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A choice I never had to make

As Mom and Dad got more enfeebled, I became obsessed with a scenario that haunted me day and night. First I bought guns to protect my parents, since they were the victims of a home invasion, Mom could barely walk, and Dad kept getting into fights with strangers. But the guns wouldn’t have prevented what…

 

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Projection

The obsession with Fred Phelps and the Westboro Baptist Church is the most transparent case of psychological projection I’ve ever seen. There are several definitions of projection. Here’s the one I’ll use for the purposes of this post. A defense mechanism of denying flaws in yourself while attributing them to others. There’s no other explanation…

 

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Tonight I indulge in negative fantasies

Today I created a press page for my Website. As soon as CreateSpace gets its ass in gear and fixes my Amazon author page, I can begin looking for another book publicist. I had to Google my name and read about me for hours. That was very stressful. I did so because the liars Mike…

 

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The man in the hardware store

I saw a man in the hardware store. He was unremarkable from behind, but when he turned around, I initially couldn’t identify what I was seeing. It simply did not compute. Then I almost screamed. He was only a few years older than me and didn’t have an ounce of fat anywhere else on his…

 

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This is why politicizing everything is stupid

You may have purely noble intentions, getting so worked up over politics. However, there are two problems you face. The first is that you now have the responsibility to actually know what you’re talking about. The second is that as long as politicians are in charge of politics, you’re on a fool’s errand. Politicizing everything…

 

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