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PRESIDENTIAL REALITY SHOW

 

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 Presidential Reality Show

Even the smartest among us has been emotionally dragged into this 2016 drama of presidential candidate pimping.

With the social media tweeting-trending-taunting us with a constant flow of tasty and tasteless tidbits, we all sit and wait for the next vacuous item that has little to do with our reality. Even the best of us has started yearning for those sound bites that make our eyes light up. Useless information  is fun. We can’t get enough. We’ve all become addicts–might as well shoot all this trivia right into our veins. Oh, wait! Isn’t that what we’re doing?

Whatever happened to journalism, a profession that generally used to take the high road to enlightenment or at least provide us with real information? Those people used to do their jobs–ask the hard questions and not let politicians get away with not answering. Think of Edward R. Murrow. That’s the journalist that killed McCarthyism. Oh, wait. Who remembers him? Who cares? I’m busy.

What the hell!

What ever happened to the quest for the truth?

While we’ve all been occupied with mindless entertainment, politicians are using our lack of attention to steal our country and everything it once stood for.

Here are things I thought were on the way out, but are back stronger than ever:

Racism. Maybe it’s time to shackle white people so they get a taste of what it’s like to be a slave. Especially now that they are a minority.

Misogyny. Women have had to claw their way up the mountain only to find a horde of men standing in line to shove them back down. Whether it’s their reproductive rights or their right to earn money that matches their talents, these men want women put in their place–at the bottom.

Hunger. We no longer care if people starve, as long as it’s not us.

Children in poverty. Let them fend for themselves.

Veterans. We’re finished with you. Get a peg leg.

Education. The more the people know, the more trouble they are. Cut those funds. We like them dumb and dumber.

Why is all this happening?

We’re too busy getting our daily fix of useless information. Time to shoot up! Don’t bother me–I’m busy with my smart phone, my television, my computer. Way too busy to sock it to the politicians that,  along with their families,  lead a pretty secure and good life contributing absolutely nothing. Remember we pay for them even though they don’t do their jobs. And everyone of them becomes a millionaire while in office.

How can all of this happen?

Because we allow it.

 

 

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In This Fast-Paced Political Thriller:

Washington politicians and U.S. healthcare executives are conspiring in a sinister cost-cutting scheme to legalize selective euthanasia for the seriously ill and dying, primarily for the poor and powerless.

If secret legislation can slip through the quagmire of Congress, it will diminish the annual deficit by billions, if not trillions; catapult corporate healthcare profits; and get an unpopular President re-elected.

What the powerbrokers don’t anticipate is an in-your-face, militant seniors advocacy group becoming suspicious and hires an aggressive, semi-retired investigative journalist to expose the behind-the scenes manipulations.

                                                The deadline:  Seven days.

Can Ted Yost stop the power brokers? Or will arson, attempted murder, blackmail, and kidnapping stop him?

                                Some Reviews of THE KILLING VOTE:

Ambition, greed, hypocrisy—and murder. Bette and JJ Lamb have taken the battle over medical care and fashioned a droll, lightning-paced political thriller with more plot twists than Washington has scoundrels. I thought of the great Ross Thomas as I hummed through the pages. Prepare to laugh–and get ripping mad.

David Corbett Writer & Teacher

 “The Killing Vote starts off with a bang, literally, and never lets up. Bette Golden Lamb and J.J. Lamb pull no punches in highlighting behind the scenes politics. Gripping.”

Cara Black Aimée Leduc Series

“…I don’t want to spoil anyone’s enjoyment of the book, so let me say that I locked all the doors and turned on all the lights in the house then stayed up all night reading.

Ana Manwaring Writer & editor

 

http://www.amazon.com/Killing-Vote-Bette-Golden-Lamb-ebook/dp/B014Z5YMKY/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1441906697&sr=1-1&keywords=the+killing+vote

 

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REALITY VS ENTERTAINMENT

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REALITY VS ENTERTAINMENT

This best advice ever for the presumptive nominee for President for Republican Party, Donald Trump, came from an anonymous source. Trump, the king of reality entertainment, will probably think Ford’s Theater is some kind of a show center in the US. It seems you don’t have to be necessarily smart to run for president.

On his first night in the White House, President Trump received a visit from the ghost of George Washington.

“Tell me, how can I best serve the American people as president?” Trump asked.

“Don’t lie,” Washington responded.

Trump shook his head and said, “Can’t oblige you there.”

 

The next night, the ghost of Thomas Jefferson came calling.

“Tell me, how can I best serve the American people as president?” Trump asked.

“Listen to them,” Jefferson said.

Trump shook his head and said, “No can do.”

 

On the third night, the visitor was the ghost of Abe Lincoln.

“Tell me, how can I best serve the American people as president?” Trump asked.

Lincoln replied, “Go see a play at Ford’s Theater.”

Trump replied. “Now there’s advice I can follow.

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The Killing Vote cover 2

In This Fast-Paced Political Thriller:

Washington politicians and U.S. healthcare executives are conspiring in a sinister cost-cutting scheme to legalize selective euthanasia for the seriously ill and dying, primarily for the poor and powerless.

If secret legislation can slip through the quagmire of Congress, it will diminish the annual deficit by billions, if not trillions; catapult corporate healthcare profits; and get an unpopular President re-elected.

What the powerbrokers don’t anticipate is an in-your-face, militant seniors advocacy group becoming suspicious and hires an aggressive, semi-retired investigative journalist to expose the behind-the scenes manipulations.

                                                The deadline:  Seven days.

Can Ted Yost stop the power brokers? Or will arson, attempted murder, blackmail, and kidnapping stop him?

                                Some Reviews of THE KILLING VOTE:

Ambition, greed, hypocrisy—and murder. Bette and JJ Lamb have taken the battle over medical care and fashioned a droll, lightning-paced political thriller with more plot twists than Washington has scoundrels. I thought of the great Ross Thomas as I hummed through the pages. Prepare to laugh–and get ripping mad.

David Corbett Writer & Teacher

 “The Killing Vote starts off with a bang, literally, and never lets up. Bette Golden Lamb and J.J. Lamb pull no punches in highlighting behind the scenes politics. Gripping.”

Cara Black Aimée Leduc Series

“…I don’t want to spoil anyone’s enjoyment of the book, so let me say that I locked all the doors and turned on all the lights in the house then stayed up all night reading.

Ana Manwaring Writer & editor

 

http://www.amazon.com/Killing-Vote-Bette-Golden-Lamb-ebook/dp/B014Z5YMKY/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1441906697&sr=1-1&keywords=the+killing+vote

OUR EARTH, OUR MOTHER

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OUR EARTH, OUR MOTHER

No one can understand Earth Day with the same depth of feeling as the Native American. Those who came later and enslaved The People, stole their land, and pushed them aside. The conquerors didn’t listen or care about the song of the wind, couldn’t see or understand the beauty of the land or identify with it as a living, breathing entity. The concept of the Earth as a Mother and the ultimate provider of life was not a part of their vision.

We have inherited that lack of vision.

Our world is filled with people who ignore the eternal cycle of life,  which has nothing to do with electronics or all the modern creations we find so important. We have ignored the world of nature, cannot seem to listen to the breath of our planet or the heart, either, which must keep beating to keep our species alive.

 Earth Day is like a neon, flashing sign. Our planet is sick. It has a fatal disease called: MAN.

Listen to N. Scott Momaday a native American and Pulitzer Prize winner:

I am a feather on the bright sky

I am the blue horse that runs in the plain

I am the fish that rolls, shining, in the water

I am the shadow that follows a child

I am the evening light, the lustre of meadows

I am an eagle playing with the wind

I am a cluster of bright beads

I am the farthest star

I am the cold of dawn

I am the roaring of the rain

I am the glitter on the crust of the snow

I am the long track of the moon in a lake

I am a flame of four colors

I am a deer standing away in the dusk

I am a field of sumac and the pomme blanche

I am an angle of geese in the winter sky

I am the hunger of a young wolf

I am the whole dream of these things

You see, I am alive, I am alive

I stand in good relation to the earth

I stand in good relation to the gods

I stand in good relation to all that is beautiful

You see, I am alive, I am alive

 

More about the writer:

Navarre Scott Momaday (born February 27, 1934) — known as N. Scott Momaday — is a Native American author of Kiowa descent. His work House Made of Dawn was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction in 1969. Momaday received the National Medal of Arts in 2007 for his work that celebrated and preserved Native American oral and art tradition. He holds 20 honorary degrees from colleges and universities, and is a fellow of the American Academy of Arts and Sciences

 

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ROSES AND POLITICIANS

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 Roses & Politicians

 Spring is here. Everything is awakening—roses are really happening.

Look out there, see all those huge buds, not only in our gorgeous garden, but everywhere. The rain has saved us and all of our plants are showing their delight with a spectacular display.

As I walk through the many  rows in our rose garden, bushes, with their sun-dipped leaves and swelling buds, surround and astound me. I can already imagine their full blossoms—their flashy colors dazzling, their luscious fragrances overwhelming.

Last year our garden was barely hanging on. I gave the plants only the scantest amounts of water—I held back on even feeding nutrients, hoping they would morph into survival mode.

And they did.

But this year, I think they’re going to outdo any of the glorious years in the past.

Funny how plants always remind me that survival is possible.

Today, even our political world seems better as I walk through our garden.  Oh yeah, it’s just as ugly out there, but it’s beginning to look like those who continually spout hatred and spread their ugliness like noxious weeds will be lopped off. And I have a hunch about who will lead the way, stand up to these demagogues.

Women!

As arrogant politicians continue to escalate their war on women, I believe all of these hurtful, harmful, individuals, whose only goal is to remain relevant in a bloody political arena, will find the end of the road. They’ll do themselves in because they have chosen to ride the expressway to extinction.

If politicians continue to point their poisonous fingers at women, mistreat and injure us, things will reach a tipping point. An unspoken sisterhood—one that unites all women—will stand up and push back.

Go on, keep talking as though women’s rights don’t matter and watch this huge electoral faction ignite and burn you to the ground.

Women are basically peaceful beings and fanning their flames to action can be difficult, but this particular crop of politicians is doing an outstanding job of shooting itself in the foot.

They are not in survival mode.

You want to jail us for having an abortion—treat us like criminals—continue to interfere with our reproductive rights? And, according to D. Trump, while women are jailed, men will get a free pass. Should they serve a jail term? No, says the Republican front-runner.

You, out there, sir/madam, you have lit the match that fuels the fires.

We won’t forget your names when we go to the polls.

            I really was thinking of roses when I started this.

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The Killing Vote cover 2

In This Fast-Paced Political Thriller:

Washington politicians and U.S. healthcare executives are conspiring in a sinister cost-cutting scheme to legalize selective euthanasia for the seriously ill and dying, primarily for the poor and powerless.

If secret legislation can slip through the quagmire of Congress, it will diminish the annual deficit by billions, if not trillions; catapult corporate healthcare profits; and get an unpopular President re-elected.

What the powerbrokers don’t anticipate is an in-your-face, militant seniors advocacy group becoming suspicious and hires an aggressive, semi-retired investigative journalist to expose the behind-the scenes manipulations.

                                                The deadline:  Seven days.

Can Ted Yost stop the power brokers? Or will arson, attempted murder, blackmail, and kidnapping stop him?

                                  Some Reviews of THE KILLING VOTE:

 Ambition, greed, hypocrisy—and murder. Bette and JJ Lamb have taken the battle over medical care and fashioned a droll, lightning-paced political thriller with more plot twists than Washington has scoundrels. I thought of the great Ross Thomas as I hummed through the pages. Prepare to laugh–and get ripping mad.

David Corbett Writer & Teacher

 “The Killing Vote starts off with a bang, literally, and never lets up. Bette Golden Lamb and J.J. Lamb pull no punches in highlighting behind the scenes politics. Gripping.”

Cara Black Aimée Leduc Series

“…I don’t want to spoil anyone’s enjoyment of the book, so let me say that I locked all the doors and turned on all the lights in the house then stayed up all night reading.

Ana Manwaring Writer & editor

 

http://www.amazon.com/Killing-Vote-Bette-Golden-Lamb-ebook/dp/B014Z5YMKY/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1441906697&sr=1-1&keywords=the+killing+vote

BELIEVE

 

 

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My cousin Hani sent me this at just the right moment—when I was feeling overwhelmed. Thanks, beautiful.

“…there is no use trying,” said Alice, “one can’t
believe impossible things.”
“I dare say you haven’t had much practice,” said the Queen.
“When I was your age, I always did it for half an hour a day.
Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six
impossible things before breakfast!”
… Alice in Wonderland…

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The Killing Vote cover 2

In This Fast-Paced Political Thriller:

Washington politicians and U.S. healthcare executives are conspiring in a sinister cost-cutting scheme to legalize selective euthanasia for the seriously ill and dying, primarily for the poor and powerless.

If secret legislation can slip through the quagmire of Congress, it will diminish the annual deficit by billions, if not trillions; catapult corporate healthcare profits; and get an unpopular President re-elected.

What the powerbrokers don’t anticipate is an in-your-face, militant seniors advocacy group becoming suspicious and hires an aggressive, semi-retired investigative journalist to expose the behind-the scenes manipulations.

                                                The deadline:  Seven days.

Can Ted Yost stop the power brokers? Or will arson, attempted murder, blackmail, and kidnapping stop him?

                                Some Reviews of THE KILLING VOTE:

 

Ambition, greed, hypocrisy—and murder. Bette and JJ Lamb have taken the battle over medical care and fashioned a droll, lightning-paced political thriller with more plot twists than Washington has scoundrels. I thought of the great Ross Thomas as I hummed through the pages. Prepare to laugh–and get ripping mad.

David Corbett Writer & Teacher

 “The Killing Vote starts off with a bang, literally, and never lets up. Bette Golden Lamb and J.J. Lamb pull no punches in highlighting behind the scenes politics. Gripping.”

Cara Black Aimée Leduc Series

“…I don’t want to spoil anyone’s enjoyment of the book, so let me say that I locked all the doors and turned on all the lights in the house then stayed up all night reading.

Ana Manwaring
http://www.amazon.com/Killing-Vote-Bette-Golden-Lamb-ebook/dp/B014Z5YMKY/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1441906697&sr=1-1&keywords=the+killing+vote

Tsunami Brings War-Time Triage to Sanfrancorp

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San Francorp, July 1, 2030 –Yesterday morning during the height of the rush hour, a powerful tsunami pounded the Pacific seacoast. It pushed already rising coastal waters farther inland and resulted in an estimated four thousand deaths.

The toll of estimated dead already doubles the number of deaths resulting from last week’s typhoon that struck Thailand with little advance warning.

Survivors in the Sanfrancorp Bay Area described the 8:00 a.m. gargantuan wave as a watery apparition rising up and blanketing out the sky before falling back to earth. The force of the water crashing down crushed everything in its path. Collapsing buildings, freeways, and bridges caused most of the reported deaths. Witnesses said glass shards flew through the air like medieval arrows, stabbing and slicing screaming people. One woman described it as a scene from a cinematic apocalyptic disaster.

Electric power for the last twenty-four hours has been sporadic for most of the city with no official projections for a return to normal service. As night fell, the city’s health facilities were overrun by those not only seeking medical assistance, but the sanctuary of light from the facilities’ back-up generators.

Hospitals and clinics are overwhelmed with the seriously injured. Treatment is severely handicapped by a shortage of medical personnel. Supplies are desperately short because of contamination and clogged transportation corridors.

The mayor, the only reachable authority, ordered an immediate emergency war-time triage system. Those not chosen for treatment, often by unskilled aides, are marked with a black X. Their screams permeate the air from a tented area where they are left alone without pain medication or any palliative attention.

Across the city, grocery stores and warehouses are being plundered and emptied by a panicked populace terrified by the threat of starvation.

The Capo police have been dispatched throughout the city to prevent looters from destroying private property as people try to break into elite residences, often overwhelming private security. The Capos are using established riot control techniques to protect corporate offices and are awaiting further orders from corporation CEOs to assist in bringing law and order to the rest of the city.

Bodies are scattered everywhere. The stink of death is in every breath — it permeates everything. On everyone’s mind is the prospect of the diseases that are sure to follow. Leadership is lacking — no one seems capable of organizing the necessary rescue parties to search for buried survivors, or to dispose of the dead.

Some described the disaster as a judgment of God because of the slow and indecisive global response to counter the forecasted increase in pollution to the Earth.

For now, there is no end in sight to climate change and as the globe’s water levels continue to rise, they create not only human watery graves, but shrinking available land mass for habitation.

One burning question remains on most people’s lips: Are the Earth’s inhabitants dying because we allowed the world to maintain and foster only one major goal: increased corporate profits?

Coming soon: Rx DEFERRED.   Corporate-Government wars of 2020 have resulted in a global corporate dictatorship. Its legacy? Escalating climate changes, limited food supplies, and clean air only for the elite.

http://www.bettegoldenlamb.com/author

 

WHERE HAVE ALL THE NURSES AND DOCTORS GONE … LONG TIME PASSING

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I think you’ll agree doctors and nurses are really special people. You trust them with your body, share your hopes and dreams with them, even tell them dark secrets you wouldn’t dare to tell your spouse or lover, mother or father. These unique people sit with you in the dead of night while you whisper, making sure no one else can hear. In return, they respond with a different language. They squeeze your hands tighter and tighter and seem to always know what you need, what you want, just as though you were screaming it from the rooftops.
Keep me alive; give me one more day, one more hour. That’s what you want. You want them to stave off the angel of death, make him go away.
Please. Your eyes beg as you watch your world close in on you. Please give me more time … only a few minutes … only a second more.
Forget the bravado. We all know what I’m saying is true.
And yet, we take medical people, those doctors and nurses, for granted, even as they’re trying to save us.
Why do they keep doing it?
It complicated, yet simple at the same time. It’s because that’s who they are, it’s what they chose to do, to be. It’s a calling, a need to save, to have impact. And that’s what they do — they impact your future, your life.
If you were injured or hurt and you were screaming for help, most people would look away, even run in the opposite direction. They’d need to get away from the sight of your splattering blood or the shards of your fractured bones, or your painful struggle to take in that final breath.
Who stays? Who stands their ground with you until the end?
Doctors, nurses, EMTs. Those are the people who dive in to save you.
Now close your eyes and imagine those doctors and nurses disappearing from our busy, thriving cities, our spreading suburbs. What does the healthcare landscape look like then?
Will the speed of changing technology make our future change ever faster and faster? I think by mid century probably most doctors will be clustered behind desks, taking orders from superiors whose bottom lines have nothing to do with your health as an individual. Those people in power, the ones who always get the best of care, will direct the doctors of tomorrow on how your dying organs, or your debilitating illness, will be treated, if at all.
Patient care?
That will be carried out by technicians trained to follow orders without a second thought. Without question.
Do I mean technicians like the ones who work at virtual labs?
Will they even be human?
Think again about the doctor whose shoulder you cry on, helping you through every step of a difficult procedure, or the nurse who’s by your side while your body does unspeakable things to you. What about those people in the future?
Color them gone. They won’t be there. They’ll have morphed into a different kind of caretaker.
Am I saying robots?
Well, they won’t be metal clunkers. Those things you see in movie fantasies.
No, no, no. After all, we are a humane society, aren’t we? Future caretakers will at least look like people, talk like people, and even try to pat you on the shoulder … like people. But that touch won’t feel quite right because nothing can take the place of someone’s arm around you, holding you with compassion.
Welcome to a new world – tomorrow’s world. A dystopian world where individuality is not appreciated.
And what if you rebel? Continue to think like an individual?
What do you think they’ll do to you?

COMING SOON; Rx DEFERRED A DYSTOPIAN MEDICAL THRILLER