Talk about a SNOWden job!


Even though everyone has their hair on fire over Edward Snowden’s whistle blowing account of snoopy government types reading your E-mails and tracking all your calls, texts and tweets, I remain amazingly calm. Why?

Cause I have already chronicled how much worse it can get!

In the my first book, The Eighth Day, it’s Snowden on steroids.  The plot of the book, that just reached #7 in Amazon’s Movers & Shakers list this week (please hold all applause till the end) drills down deep into a government program that uses your on-line behavior as a way to profile you and manipulate you into doing its bidding.

At this point remember that the name of this blog is “It’s Only Fiction ‘Til It Happens”

With all due respect to Mr. Snowden, the super intrusiveness of government SNOWballs when the biggest computer ever made with the most storage ever (see NSA’s Utah facility) is turned loose to amass everyone’s Meta-Data. This amounts to anyone’s complete life, both on-line and in real life, which can be triangulated by the mass of data on each one of us that’s out there, beyond or alongside the internet. I’m speaking here of the data that already resides in legacy business, government and archival data networks, unreachable by average folks over the internet.  Or, in other words, electronic trails you leave anytime you do anything that brings you into contact with anything that has an on/off switch. From that trail, persons in the government (for good or ill) can get indications of what you do even when you are miles from any device.

Of course in the book this is a bad thing, today a recent poll showed a majority of Americans are “kind of okay” with this violation of the 4th Amendment and our privacy.

Now, sociologists and professors will tell you that this surprising tolerance of government spying on citizens is due to the iconoclastic regard instilled in most of the culture by flash celebrities who receive instant fame. It creates in the average person an underlying subconscious yearning to be famous. Even if it’s only to a government weenie who has activated your web cam on your laptop while you are “FaceBooking” on the toilet. Fame is Fame anyway you can get it. See: Kim Kardashian, et Al.

Anyway, I say baloney to those learned academics who propagate this psychobabble in response to this unthinkable attack on a being secure in your person. I say poppycock to their assertions.  The real reason why everybody is so “Dude, what’s the big deal…” about this is…

They haven’t read The Eighth Day yet!   Cure that here


What did Kim Kardashian do right?

A few weeks back there was a tragic local story here in New York about a Staten Island teenager who threw herself in front of a subway train.  It was her way of escaping the cauldron of hate, derision and character assassination that ensued after this young girl made a bad decision.  She participated in a sex tape.   Hold it, wait, actually given today’s relative morality and the age of sexting, hooking up and other sleazy “social activities” that are now common place in our elementary, junior and high schools and communities, how could she have known it was bad.

Kim Kardashian made a sex tape and it was a brilliant career move.  She is universally loved by all the “cool” kids.  Why couldn’t this Staten Island teen find even a tenth of that adulation?

In my book, The Hammer of God, a young girl, damaged by our culture’s confusing signals of morality and acceptability, attempts suicide the same way, but in her case, someone instinctively reacted and saved her from the on rushing train.  But it’s only temporary, as her self-image is solely dependant on the acceptance of males. This eventually leads to her demise after having been used by many different kind of men, from her professors, to fellow students, to even a terrorist. Each man, asserting his societal given right, and rationalization to her, which somehow always inexplicably ended in her giving them sex.

Neat huh? I mean how our society has made youth and beauty the standard by which young women judge themselves,  mostly and harshly, by other young women.  You see how genius it is that somehow men-kind has convinced them (and their mothers) that  attracting a man sexually can help you define your esteem.

Okay, but lets get back to the body parts and blood splattered tracks in Staten Island.  Her friends turned on her, her school ridiculed her, the video was passed around the homerooms for the momentary visceral thrill.  All at the expense of this young girl’s esteem.  A crushing peer pressure which had she lived long enough, some  “sensitive” male would have convinced her could be eased by sexual attention to that very male!

And yet, she did nothing different than Kim!  However, there is a double standard, it resided in her.  I guess Kim could laugh off the names and ridicule that came her way from some quarters by focusing on the cool accolades coming from the Hollywood-schooled throngs who know Rodeo Drive but couldn’t identify Tottenville on a large map with big type.  But our desperate little girl wasn’t a skinny blonde, wasn’t rich, didn’t have a sliding moral scale of “pop” culture and a heritage of “what – evvv-er.” So something inside, some self-conscious, ate away at her and darkened every option until all that was left was self destruction.

She’s dead. God rest her soul and comfort her family, who must be going through unimaginable pain and anguish.  But Hollywood, the media and fashion industry roll happily along, perpetuating the greatest scam MAN has ever perpetrated on WOMAN.  The objectifying of females and diminishing standards of morality (read: our society saying to little girls, Shhhh, That’s okay, shhhh see it’s art, it’s beauty, it’s fashion, it’s what’s expected, Shhhh, it’s just sex, it’s cool, it’s how you become popular, you want to be popular don’t you?)

Just ask Kim Kardashian.