Sunday, October 31, 2010
Friday, October 29, 2010
*** Fictional Names changed to protect the not so innocent
Darling and Delicious, the twin baby prophets of Sarhara and her husband the prophet Johnny Oops, had a secret that they shared. Although they were only three months old, because they had genius genes, they had the minds of grown up women, and they regularly argued over politics telepathically. The trouble is that Darling was a republican, and Delicious was a democrat. They argued incessantly over conservative verses liberal points of view. Please keep in mind that their views were not those of normally mature women, but these genius young ladies were determined to solve the major political problems of the United States.
Darling: “We have got to do something about our long term deficit. We have got to balance the budget. Spending is going wild.
Delicious: That’s your fault. You republicans are supposed to be the ones who control the budget and are tough on spending.
Darling: We can’t help it. This war is costing a fortune
Delicious: Who started the war to begin with? I told you it’s your fault.
Darling: Protecting our people from terrorism is more important than balancing the budget.
Delicious: Now your talking like a democrat. We have to spend to protect our people. They are entitled. That’s what’s important.
Darling: It’s your damn entitlements that got us in trouble in the first place. Now see what you’ve done.
Delicious: We are going to have to cut back on foreign spending and the war to save the dollar and protect our economy.
Darling: Now look at who is talking about protectionism. I thought you are supposed to protect us against other countries, not ourselves.
Delicious: That’s not the kind of free market thinking we need. The whole world wants to be our trading partner.
Darling: Then why don’t they trade with us fairly?
Delicious: What do you want – a perfect world?
Darling: This whole discussion strikes me as a classic case of role reversal. What ever are we going to do?
Delicious: We may have to form a third party.
Darling: That would be impossible. We don’t agree on anything.
Delicious. That’s perfect, then we will fit right into the political landscape of the United States.
Darling: I guess when our forefathers fought for individual freedom they did mean it literally.
Delicious: That’s what so precious about our democracy, Darling. Let’s never forget it.
Darling: For once I agree with you, Delicious, but don’t let anyone know. They will start to think we republicans are becoming too liberal, too democratic, and God forbid, too weak.
Delicious: As long as we both agree that it’s America first, I am happy to keep your secret.
Darling: That’s okay, that’s a secret you can tell everyone about.
Darling and Delicious: I think we both should tell everyone it’s America first as soon as we find our voices, and learn how to speak. This growing up thing can be hell. Thank goodness that in our case it is happening quicker than for most.
Hi, I am Arthur Levine, the author of the novel Johnny Oops. To read more about Johnny, his wife and children, and his fictional wild escapades please click on the link to Johnny Oops to the right.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
Little painted faces, pointy witch hats, two feet tall clowns, skeleton costumes – it’s that time of year again - Halloween is here.
Tell the truth, when you rummage through the basket of your kids trick or treat candy are you checking to make sure it’s safe or are you looking for your personal favorite candy bar to munch on?
Sometimes I think there is still a little bit of the child left in each of us. Who can forget the anticipation we all felt as Halloween approached. Don’t you remember going out in the dark dressed up in weird costumes with your friends, and depending on your age maybe one parent lingering in the background? Don’t you remember the tinge of fear mixed with a tingle of excitement?
Trick or Treat, Trick or Treat, I can still remember the well-intentioned taunt made to smiling parents of your friends and your neighbors. Then there were the nasty older kids who were only out to spoil everyone’s fun and throw raw eggs that splattered on doorways and sidewalks. I wonder if they grew up to be bullies or patrons of some other form of anti social behavior.
Today there are also unfortunately the Kooks. The weirdo’s who place razor blades in candy, who sneak up behind people and punch them and run off with their cherished possessions and rob them of their self-respect. I guess they are a product of the true state of terror we live in. No one is safe any more, not old people or little children, not the infirm or feeble, not the weakest amongst us, and especially unfortunately not on Halloween. And the worst is that there are terrorists lurking out there in every nook and cranny of our economic and social system waiting to take advantage of this era of our discontent.
The term Halloween (and its alternative rendering Hallowe'en) is shortened from All-hallow-even, as it is the eve of "All Hallows' Day", which is now also known as All Saints' Day. It was a day of religious festivities in various northern European Pagan traditions, until Popes Gregory III and Gregory IV moved the old Christian feast of All Saints' Day from May 13 (which had itself been the date of a pagan holiday, the Feast of the Lemures) to November1. In the ninth century, the Church measured the day as starting at sunset, in accordance with the Florentine calendar. Although All Saints' Day is now considered to occur one day after Halloween, the two holidays were, at that time, celebrated on the same day
Today carved pumpkins called Jack-o'-lanterns are used to scare off evil spirits and for decorative purposes and the holiday has become popular as a children’s event.
Isn’t it time we all returned to some basic values and helped our children celebrate a holiday of treats and traditions? Isn’t it time we tried to take the fear out of every day living for ourselves and for our kids? Isn’t it time we looked inward to our personal clown and started to have some fun again? Why can’t we just enjoy the moment?
Let’s cherish our traditions. Let’s spend some time with our kids. Let’s bob for apples not problems. Let’s have fun again. Let’s give ourselves a treat and not trick ourselves into forgetting who we really are and what we stand for. Don’t let a bunch of kooks and terror-nooks spook you. The guys behind the masks are the ones who are really scared.
Friday, October 15, 2010
Johnny couldn’t believe what was happening. Right in front of his eyes as if by magic, his mouth was spewing forth droplets of the finest hyperbole ever heard. Sounded like the words of God.
It was hard to believe the message that Johnny was delivering was from the Almighty himself, but this is what Johnny maintained as he spoke to a large gathering of the hopeful.
These were people who were hurting and were sinners. They were in need of redemption and salvation, and that’s exactly what Johnny was promising. You could see the eyes of those in the audience widen in wonderment as the fiction of the possible became self-evident and real in their eyes.
Johnny himself was a fiction, a character in a fantasy novel about alternate realities, Quantum forces at work, and the sacrifices and the glories of those who were willing to reach out and touch each other in a spirit of kindness and caring. This was a congress of the willing. And Johnny carried on, believing in the inevitable goodness of our common Lord and his own ability to deliver His message.
One has to wonder whether this Johnny character is indeed a prophet delivering the work of God or a charlatan who doesn’t even know if he is real Is he taking advantage of an adoring and needy congregation of sinners, or showing them a pathway for deliverance from their sins? How did his own religion, Dialectic Spiritualism with its reliance on touching other people in their private essentials play a part? Was any of this real?
Johnny felt a slight shudder as the car he was driving skidded through a paper thin sky high sheet of glass, and a delightful little fellow called Inney appeared as if by magic on the passenger seat next to him. Inney was only one foot tall, an Albino with pink eyes, dressed in a Boy Scout uniform who said he was Johnny’s inner self.
Johnny took one look at him and asked him if he was in his novel too. Inney replied, “Read the book Johnny Oops and you’ll find out.”
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Learn how to deal with a Bully in Chapter 4 of my novel Johnny Oops. Only 99 cents on Kindle.
I tried to run away too, but I froze in fear. Vick taunted me, saying, “Where you going, faggot? How come Mommy let you out of the house?”
Stan pushed me over Don’s outstretched leg, and I found myself flat on my back. The pain creeping over me was a killer. Couldn’t draw a breath. Lungs exploding. When I started to figure out what had happened to me I couldn’t move. I wasn’t functioning. Couldn’t muster the strength to turn over and try to get up. I tried to raise my hands in front of me to protect myself, but I was paralyzed. My muscles tensed reflexively: as I got ready fro the beating I knew was coming. A sense of hopelessness and dread crept over me like a black hole that was sucking my useless body into the ground. Tried to pretend I was somewhere else. Didn’t work. I was in too much pain.
Before I could raise my hands or legs to defend myself, Vick, the leader of the pack, jumped on me straddling my thighs, and smacking me in the bridge of my nose with the palm of his right hand, while punching me in the stomach with his left fist. The blows came nonstop. Vick wore a big silver pinky ring. The damn thing split my lip. Blood flowed everywhere. The air whooshed from my lungs. I gasped for breath feeling I was going to pass out. Wishing I did. The warm, salty taste of my own blood, trickling down my upper lip from my nose, and into my mouth, making me nauseous. Wave after wave of crunching pain racked my body. I started coughing and couldn’t stop.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Are you ready for something unique, something with an edge to it, something that questions your version of reality? Johnny Oops doesn’t know if he’s a charlatan, a prophet, or even if he’s real, but he believes he’s delivering the word of God. As he crosses the country from coast to coast, it’s hard to decide if he’s more intent on spreading a message of caring and kindness, or in the personal dalliances he has with various women. Decide for yourself if the Dialectic Spiritualism religion he proposes, which promotes touching others in their private essentials, is a philosophical concept, or an excuse for his unending escapades.
In my novel, Johnny Oops, the surprises come non-stop. Walk with Johnny as he lives with the raging aggressive genes of a genius, spawns a seven-foot tall giant of a son, two precocious telepathic twin daughters named Precious and Pretty and a one-foot tall inner self named Inny. Join him as he races from one reality to another. Discover whether Johnny really is a prophet who can offer salvation and redemption or a phony who pretends he has experienced various rebirths and second comings.
Only 99 cents on Kindle. Just click on Johnny Oops under his picture.
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Johnny is always testing life’s borders. Join him and discover how far you are willing to press your own vision of reality. Is God really a Game Master? Are we all bit players in a giant virtual reality game?
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PRLog (Press Release) – Oct 01, 2010 – Alien Writer Offers Nirvana To The Masses
New York, NY – A force so gifted with the ability to phrase things in a way that appeals to the masses—as if he were speaking to each of you individually, and offering you a heavenly service at the same time—is foreign to our understanding.
This alien force presents itself in a way we can all comprehend, and take pleasure in the story being told. No wonder people marvel at the grace and attention getting capabilities of this entity who writes with such passion and conviction that you assume it must be an alien force from out of this world.
Take heart it is only me. I am here to deliver a message to you from Johnny Oops, the principal character in my new novel. I am here to introduce you to something wonderful, something spectacular; something that only someone as brilliant as you can comprehend. I am here to help you immortalize your understanding of the different realities that face us.
It isn’t every day that you get an opportunity to read something that will help you start thinking about the art of the possible. This is the time to create a positive buzz about what you’re reading and learning. This is the time to infuse the public with the beauty and symmetry of what you are beginning to understand.
Johnny is always testing life’s borders. Join him and discover how far you are willing to press your own vision of reality. Is God really a Game Master? Are we all bit players in a giant virtual reality game? Is your sexuality inhibiting you from fulfilling your dreams?
No alien or foreign influences can keep us from our appointed duty. My words and I are at your service. Johnny Oops is available at a low introductory price of just $.99 on Kindle and Smashwords, and in print on Amazon at $14.95.