Thoughts Deceive


Thoughts Deceive!

On my mental sofa today – well, I’m there pretty much every day! – playing my usual mind games…driven by the mood of the moment. The mood of the moment today is yet another act in the on-going saga of introspective nonsense. You know, those moments when you try to make sense of who you are and how you came to be that way. Now, I’m aware that it clearly might be the medication(s) that I daily swallow after a bowl of cereal, an English muffin, eggs on toast, or a bagel with cream cheese (thorough, am I not, with the details?).

Let’s see if this happens in your life. My British heritage nags me to say, ‘Jolly good thought’!

There are days when I feel absolutely splendid, ready to go, do things, experiment with life, and/or happily complacent to sit and jab at the keys of my laptop…there is after all my thirteenth book that has to be finished. Procrastination is always so easy of course and the writing will wait. Maybe shopping for a new piece of home furniture will get me out of the house – or buying a gift for my lovely wife… It is after all a fact that Christmas is but a week away. Well, the decision will be made after my little mental break here.

There are days when the apathy and ‘what’s it all about?’ mood entrenches its ugly mood within the cloudy space between the ears. Why is it I’m so restless? Why is it nothing really seems to matter so much? I write blog posts that express my views on a particular nation/world situation and the responses are usually from the same sweet people, dutifully mollifying me. That’s all appreciated and wonderful, but I’m convinced that my words will likely make no difference in the way people think. We are who we are and tend to stay that way. My books get some good reviews from friends and some strangers, yet they are not very likely as good as I thought them to be…they are, really! I’m a man in his late twilight years, can’t do the things I could once do very well, find myself envying the young, their lives out there in front of them with no end in sight… Jeez, I’m an upbeat sort of guy – it must be the medications! No, Billy Boy, you’ve always been the ‘moth to light’, ‘wisp in the wind’ kind of fellow. Accept it, tomorrow will be a better day.

There are days when the news is so bad and I’m so angry with our political leaders I want to put a fist into the wall. So, I write a blog post instead – finding my group of positive sympathizers, pissing off everyone else! The thoughts jumble as I think about my kids, my grandkids, my great grandkids, wonder what kind of world they will live in. Hey, I know the world changes! How could it not with all the scientific and technological advances, the computer programs, the war games, the wonder. The cowboy movies of my past have given over to digital madness and magic – it’s a natural progression! I get that! But it pisses me off! Too much change! Too much anger and rage! Too much division among our people! Should love change? Should marriage ‘til death do us part’ change? Should God and son Jesus Christ not be mentioned anymore? Should Islamic Radicals – hell, terrorists! – be the new order, cutting off heads, killing for their ideology? Should Cuba now be a vacation spot for us, spending our bucks in a country that violates civil rights big time? Should we not remember the ‘Twin Towers’ and the death of 3,000 of our citizens? Should we do away with the CIA, those guys that saved thousands of lives a few short years ago, now maligned by political people who don’t or won’t remember too well and want childishly and ridiculously ‘to get even’ with their counterparts?

Well, you get the drift! Daft or not, that’s what I’m thinking…

It’s either the damned medication or the news of the day or just me! I suspect it’s the latter.

I’m so angry, I’m going out and run up my credit card bill! I’m still going to believe in God and the US Constitution! I’m still going to be conservative! I’m not going to beat my wife! I can’t promise but it’s not my plan to run any red lights or break any laws while I’m out spending money today.

Man, am I messed up???

Billy Ray Chitwood – December 19, 2014


You know I have to do it! I’ve got to promote one of my books…otherwise, why be on the internet? It’s a mystery, thriller, suspenseful, with a weird plot and all. The book was inspired by an actual murder in Phoenix, Arizona. There were also actual murders in Texas, Pennsylvania, and California during the same time-frame. Of course, I use some poetic license…that’s why it is fiction! The murder in Phoenix started the ‘wheels turning’ and the book became Satan’s Song. A mother wants final closure on her daughter’s grotesque murder, and Bailey Crane, a different kind of sleuth, a fusing and musing sleuth, wishes to give her that closure. Please give a read and, if disposed, write a review on Amazon.

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Some Rip Van Winkle Thoughts!


Some Rip Van Winkle Thoughts!

Maybe my neurons are shorting out! Maybe I just don’t get it! Maybe my common sense is not so common! Yes, I know one should not talk or write so much about the political world and/or religion – just creates contrarians, enemies, and maybe a few friends. Yet, I’m a ‘dinosaur’ too old for ‘political correctness’ and all the truly gobbledygook in the political rhetoric today… I’m just going to write it as I feel it. My feeling is we have made mistakes in decisions about foreign policy, our justice system, the aforementioned ‘political correctness’, and in a number of bureaucratic areas. Still, we are the greatest nation on earth, and our freedom, liberty, and value systems are generally in healthy cerebral hemispheres.

‘What is he talking about?’ you ask.

I’m talking about just one episode in this blog, but it ties in to so many others. This blog’s episode deals with the decision to make public a $50,000,000+/- report about post-2001 ‘Enhanced Interrogation Techniques’ of radical Islamic terrorists. $50,000,000+/-? Our tax-payer money! Really, for a report that staggers me in its ‘abstract pedantry’, in its obscene clarity of purpose, its partisan anger, and its ridiculous conclusions.

In 2001, terrorists stole jet passenger planes, destroyed towers of commerce, government buildings, and, more devastatingly, took the lives of some three thousand American citizens – ripping to shreds the fabric of many families and friends. It was the most singular tragedy our homeland has known since our great Civil War…no, I’m not forgetting the ‘sneak attack’ of Pearl Harbor on Oahu on December 7, 1941 and the other high casualty counts of the wars we fought. This terrorist attack of September, 2001 brought a new kind of reality to our rational minds. It brought the terrible realization that our United States is vulnerable and has enemies like we have never known. Those who were there in 2001 know of what I write. Perhaps those who died that awful day in our history would have preferred some ‘water-boarding’, some ‘sleep deprivation’, some ‘loud and constant noise’, some ‘ice baths’, instead of jumping to their deaths out of high ‘Trade Center’ buildings or being blown to bits or burned beyond recognition. Perhaps, if given the terrible choice, their wives, husbands, children, and parents would have chosen such tactics over the death of their loved ones.

Just two questions! Number one: Do you dearly love your children? Number two: If a captured terrorist knew of an operation where your children were about to be blown up or their heads severed, and we could obtain information from that terrorist which would prevent that event, would you not go to any lengths to save your children? If your answer could possibly be ‘No’, do not breathe in my air space for you are odious and the worst kind of human being. Yes, a hundred times ‘yes’, life has sanctity for me.

In September, 2001, the US was in a panic. Our president at the time, government agencies responsible for our safety and security, all were desperately trying to make our country as failsafe as possible, devising plans and procedures to protect us. It was a terrible tragedy of the worst possible kind we needed to face. We were to be fighting a new kind of war, not a war with our enemies in uniform and certain expectations of behavior. Adjustments needed to be made. We were to be testing our values regarding human lives and the very core of our existence. So, the CIA (Central Intelligence Agency) devised policy for dealing with captured terrorists, euphemistically referred to as the ‘Enhanced Interrogation Technique’ policy. These plans were shared with the government people who served on an important select committee and to all the government people we elected to serve in protecting our nation. From all I’ve heard, read, and seen, those plans were acknowledged and approved, tacitly or otherwise.

Those ‘Enhanced Interrogation Technique’ plans have kept our nation safe for the years since that awful day in September, 2011… With our borders as porous as they seem to be and the lack of a comprehensive immigration policy, some of us might consider this a minor miracle.

Fast-forwarding to now, a senior member of a select committee, a senior member who was not on that above referenced select committee, has released a $50,000,000+/- report that maligns the CIA and the ‘Enhanced Interrogation Technique’ policy approved many years ago. The Madame Chairperson, her committee, and staff worked on this approximately 50,000-page report for several years and have now uniformly decided that the ‘Enhanced Interrogation Technique’ policies devised after that surreal day in 2001 were devoid of our American values, our commitments to the constitution, and in fact damaged our country throughout the world. The chairperson and her committee would have us believe ‘Enhanced Interrogation Technique’ procedures (water-boarding, sleep deprivation, loud music or noise, et al) did nothing to help us in our fight against terrorism… Well, sure, bad information was always a possibility, but the good information far outweighed the bad. After all, ‘measuring sticks’ were surely used to check information gained through interrogation.

May I cut to the proverbial chase?

It has been proven that the CIA did indeed get information from captured terrorists that helped save thousands of life. In fact, one such interrogation would ultimately lead to the death of Osama Bin Laden…something not mentioned in the victory lap of our current president. No one from the CIA was interviewed by the ‘select committee’ and it appears that committee acted on their own as judge and jury to reach their conclusions…like a case where the prosecution is the only side to be heard – forget the defense side!

For me, this ridiculous partisan report is purely political ‘pay-back’ for the Senate side of Congress and a political party who hated our last president. That same political party is now losing their control in congress, and this Senate Committee’s ‘AIT’ report is now to give a great propaganda victory to the people of the countries that hate us and want us dead. To speak abstractly of values when American heads are being cut off and thousands of people are being killed is absurd and ludicrous. Great legacy, this costly and ‘national soul-searching report’ that takes us closer to the edge of political insanity and less safety for our country.

Here is what I feel and think, we, the majority of our beautiful country, still have our values. Nothing has changed…except the way we find and kill those radical terrorists who will not hesitate for a moment in killing us. Fighting people with an ideology that says ‘our way or the highway of death’ is relatively new for our country. When one considers that our nation pays out some fifty billion dollars ($50,000,000,000) in foreign aid, I’m thinking there is something wrong with our ‘moral equivalency’ issues. AND, just one added nugget of truth, some in the United Nations wants people prosecuted for our ‘EIT’ policies… Don’t we pay most of the ‘freight’ in the United Nations? Can we perhaps tell those who are railing at us to ‘go to hell’? Can we perhaps just ‘close the doors’?

Putting it as simply as I know how, an NBC anchorman asked of his CIA guest, paraphrasing: ‘If one of your children were exposed to this kind of torture, would you not want it stopped?’ Instead of considering an answer to that stupid question, how about this one: “If you could obtain information by water-boarding a terrorist that would stop the killing of your son and daughter or maybe countless American lives, would you use this ‘Enhanced Interrogation’ procedure?” Of course, we would save our sons, daughters, and countless lives…unless, of course, I’ve got values all mixed up with the dictates of some immoral ‘Satan Kill Society’. We are dealing with people with an ideology that borders on idiocy – ‘If you don’t practice my religion, you’re dead! When I die a new life starts for me! When I die, there are virgins waiting for me! It’s my way or the ‘beheading highway’.

There are times when I have ‘Rip Van Winkle’ thoughts… What country am I living in? What happened while I slept?

Do I rant and rave because there is little else I can do? Can the liberal and progressive minds stretch so much further than I could allow mine to stretch? Is it folly for there to be so much anger and hatred in our world? Is my conservatism so old and worn-out? Could I be so wrong about all of this? If I am, guess maybe my ticket is ready to be stamped and the ‘Soylent Corporation’ can have me for the nutritional plankton my body might hold…

Billy Ray Chitwood – December 15, 2015

If some of you would want more of my ‘rant and rave’, I’ve got just the book for you. It is my one government/political offering, Joe Public’s Political Perspective. It’s a reasonable short read…for good reasons. I’m no political analyst, pundit, or strategist, just, well, Joe Public spouting off about what he senses is going on in his country. Some of you might cater to the views within the book. Others will not. That’s okay – everybody has to be somewhere!



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The Cat Burglar

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The Cat Burglar

The cat shrieked and leapt from the window sill, breaking the 3:00 AM darkness, landing on the left shoulder and nape of the neophyte burglar.

The tall man in black clothing felt the cat’s forepaw dig into his neck, as much for purchase as for inflicting pain, and he involuntarily shrieked himself, surprised and caught off-guard by the feline attack. He reached with his right arm and gloved hand for the cat, but felt the weight leave his shoulder simultaneously. He felt blood trickling down below his collar, running a course down his back.

“Darn you, cat!” the man muttered as he heard the cat rearrange a small table in its get-away, scrambling, sliding down the short hallway, barely visible from the outside light.

He didn’t tell me about a cat! The man was angry with the thought. He said it would be a ‘snap’…in the kitchen freezer, he said!

The man stood motionless for several seconds, listening for movements in the apartment. No lights came on and no cat…

The kitchen is on the left, he said, just off the fire escape window I came through. The man could make out the refrigerator when he shook off the surprise cat attack.

At the refrigerator the man slowly opened the door and a light immediately shone. He could see the freezer section above with all the ice trays and began to feel around frozen area. There it is, in the far right corner, in a freaking zip-lock baggie!

He pulled the baggie from the freezer section, carefully and quietly closed the door, and made his way to the window from which he had entered. He lifted his right leg up to the low window sill and was about to exit. The cat shrieked and pounced again…same spot on the left shoulder and nape.

Oww! I’m going to get you, cat, you miserable little fur b……

The man felt again the paw’s nails scratch deeply into his neck and shoulder. He reached again with his gloved right hand for the cat, lost his balance, and fell from the window onto the fire escape metal ledge. The baggie dropped to the floor just inside the apartment as blood flowed slowly down his back.

The man re-entered the apartment to retrieve the baggie.

Did the cat go out the window and down the fire escape? Is he still inside the apartment?

Once more inside the apartment the man felt along the carpeted floor for the baggie…all along the length below the window, back again farther away from the window, yet again until the man sat bewildered on the floor. He pulled the black woolen beanie from his head and ran his hand through the dark curly hair.

Did the baggie fall on the fire escape side of the window? I’m almost positive it fell to the carpet. What’s going on?

The cat pounced! Same spot! Same paw-dig! Same Blood trail on the back!

The man jumped to his feet, reached blindly for the shadowy cat and missed, chased it blindly around the relatively small room, bounced into chairs, a coffee table, and knocked over a lamp. After the short chase the man fell awkwardly onto the room’s sofa, out of breath.

I gotta stop smoking the weed and drinking…I’m way outta shape!

He glanced at the window. From the outside light he could see the cat sitting on the window sill with the baggie hanging from its mouth. The man jumped from the sofa to the window, and the cat fled down the fire escape.

The man chased after the cat but to no avail. At ground level he had lost all sight of the cat.

He slowly retraced his steps back up the fire escape steps, feeling, looking for the baggie. No baggie!

He went back down the fire escape steps to ground level and looked all around. No baggie!

Back at the dimly lit bar the man’s buddies were waiting.

“Hey where’s the weed, man?” asked buddy Bobby.

The man sat in the booth with his buddies and a pitcher of beer. “I had it, man, but some cat got it and ran with it. Pour me a mug, man. I’m pooped!”

“You telling us, Rudy, that some guy gets the weed from you after you heist it?” asked buddy Brodie.

“No, man, a cat got it! C – A – T! A real freaking cat!”

“Rudy, Rudy! Don’t tell this story to nobody, you hear me? That’s just crazy, man!”

“C’mon, guys, don’t be busting my chops! That darn cat did a number on my back… I’m all bloody! I tried, that’s all I can tell ya! You wanted weed, told me where to find it and told me nobody was home, but you didn’t tell me about the cat!”

“Aw, that’s tough, Rudy! Have your beer. We got weed!” said buddy Raven, the new guy.

“We got weed?” asked Rudy. “Where’d we get weed? I go through all that, and we got weed?”

“You don’t wanta know, Rudy. Have a beer and we’ll light up in a bit,” said Raven. “By the way, where’s your beanie?”

Rudy absent-mindedly touched his head. “Aw, Rats! I dropped it at the place… Now, I’ve got to go back and get it! Hey, where’d you get the weed?”

“We’ll get the beanie later, Rudy… ‘Gracie’ brought us the weed!”

“Gracie? Who the heck is Gracie?”

Raven spoke, “Gracie’s my cat, man. ‘Ain’t she fine’? She did a number on you, pal.”

“You nuts or something? There’s no cat can be trained to do what that cat did just did to me. You’re funning me!”

Raven again, “Just made a little bet with my new pals here and having a little fun with you, right. You’re okay, man. A little scratch here and there can’t hurt you! Drink up, Rudy!”


“Later, Rudy, I’ll answer all your questions…later! Drink up!”

Rudy started to speak, shook his head, picked up his mug of beer and chugalugged.

Billy Ray Chitwood – Flash Fiction Posted December 11, 2014

Now, to change the pace a degree or two, the following book of mine is a ‘thriller’ I’ve been told… A Common Evil has some 5-Star reviews. The book has some truth built inside, based on my living three years in Mexico on the Sea of Cortez. Some of the initial action of the book actually happened at the resort where I enjoyed some fantastic penthouse views of the Sea and, from time to time, I encountered some rather rough people…also, some most wonderful people. Yes, the book is about the Mexican cartel, about kidnapping, about murder, and there are a few surprises the reader will not likely be expecting. Hey, it will make a great gift for the holiday season (He states timidly!). Give the book a read, and, if your time permits, do an amazon review. HAPPY HOLIDAYS and rich blessings TO ALL in 2015!

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Allusions, Delusions, and Illusions

Bill Chitwood

Allusions, Delusions, and Illusions

Hard to admit I am not the great author I think I am — that’s delusion!

Don’t get me wrong, my writing satisfies my needs of expression through characters and plots, and it is my belief that I do it very well…even with some careless and clumsy mistakes — that statement can be classified as both allusion and illusion.

What is fact?

To me, fact as it relates to writing is what the reader takes away from her/his reading of a book. One reader might think a book is remarkably well done, while another might consider the same book mediocre at best. Each reader considers the takeaway as fact…and, it really does not matter how much allusion, delusion, and illusion accompanies the takeaway. It is that reader’s fact.

What am I saying by writing this?

Writers write their stories, fiction or truth, and they have a style. That style appeals or it does not. Writers become famous and household names, perhaps are rejected many times by mainstream publishers, wait years for their acclaim to come. They write because they have something to say and a burning need to say it. Most writers will fade away, either lacking the skills they need or tired of constant rejection. Those with the skills and that burning desire will make it, perhaps not all the way to the New York Times Best Selling lists, even to the best known writers lists, but to a comfortable and satisfying stature point of acceptance. The foods of the field, the apples, oranges, grapefruits, certain veggies, keep selling because enough people like them. Writers of books are of course not foods of the field but an analogy can still be made: when enough people like reading an author’s books, her/his titles will sell.

The interesting truth? The best selling authors use allusions, delusions, and illusions in writing and selling their books.

You can preview my 12 books of government, memoir, mystery, suspense, romance, fiction and my non-fiction at: You can know these things about me as an author: I have something to say; I have a burning need to say it; I use allusions, delusions, and illusions in everything I author.

Take this one, for instance – PLEASE!

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This book was inspired by some truth – I lived for several years on The Sea of Cortez in Mexico – and there are some true connections to the cartel, to murder, to evil… There are also my allusions, my delusions, and my illusions. Hope you can read this ‘thriller’ (an allusion? a delusion? an illusion?) Me? I think it’s a thriller!

Happy reading to all.

Billy Ray Chitwood – December 5, 2014 (with links) (My books, bio, and reviews) (@brchitwood) – Follow me! ( Fan page – Like me!) (Independent Author Network – IAN – My books & bio)

Philanthropists and Kind Souls


Philanthropists and Kind Souls

It is not often that I have the high honor and privilege of meeting two people who have spent major portions of their life giving back from the hard work they loved which brought them happiness and financial independence, two people who know from where their blessings come and easily confer credit to God, two people who have a magnificence about them and need not the flowering adjectives that people might want to convey to them, two people whose names must here remain anonymous because I would not wish to name them and betray them with my own impressions of wonder…they are philanthropists and kind souls of the first order. This is my ‘toast’ to them with the finest wine.

Because of the quality of their lives and their remarkable humility I felt my own need to write about these warm and wonderful folks, to write of their successes and the plethora of good deeds. If by chance some of my local acquaintances and friends will know of whom I speak, so be it…I will not be telling them anything they do not already know.

The man spent the early part of his life in this small town in which I now live and, at age eighteen, decided he would leave to chase his dreams – an occurrence for many of us, finding the small towns of our birth inadequate in supplying the goals we wish to achieve. This man forged an education and an occupation which took him to the top of his chosen field to become the CEO in one of the world’s major asset management corporations. He developed algorithms which made the world of asset management more maintainable and profitable… Now, I know virtually nothing about algorithms for success, for I’m a man led by instinct and passion, a man without a compass. That is okay. The world needs people like me as well.

This man, though, has traveled the world and made it better for so many others. He serves on so many corporate and institutional Boards the page would fill quickly with their names. He donates great sums of money to aid educational institutes – small colleges and universities. He is a Trustee of the highest caliber, a paragon who involves himself with making systems work at their best levels wherever he might be. With all that he does, he carries great humility and cares deeply about the small area of Kentucky where he returned when retirement seemed at hand. He cares deeply about the country and continues in retirement studying and striving to find the ultimate template to make our world a better place.

The lovely woman is herself not only a partner in the man’s work but she, too, spends much of her time donating her time and efforts to make the communities and small towns in our area culturally tuned, providing artistic venues for the people of many adjoining counties. It is the woman who suggested at retirement age that the man might want to return from the big cities of the world to the small town where he was born and raised. So, it is well known that no man does his good deeds and works alone. This great lady has been there with the man all the way.

My good wife and I had a splendid evening with these two grand people just a few nights ago. We visited their most beautiful home on one of our many lakes and dined at a new restaurant in a neighboring town. The ladies would not permit us to have a second ‘Old Fashion’ at the restaurant, and the host lady drove us home. It is only natural that the male of the species wishes to prolong the spirited heights of an ‘Old Fashion’, to continue their comparable journey through the past. Perhaps another night will come when driving is not an issue. Limits of course must be placed on the quantitative side of all good things.

There is so much more that could be written here about these two people, their calm and patient demeanors, their accomplishments, their lovely home, and their graciousness. This blog might be a bit too personal to suit some, but I felt the need to write it. If for no other reason, perhaps it is a testament of sorts that our world does indeed have some caring and humble human beings.

Billy Ray Chitwood – December 1, 2014

At this point I mention one of my books… An Arizona Tragedy – Bailey Crane Mystery. The novel pictured here with Amazon ‘Buy Sites’ is the first of six books of the Bailey Crane Mystery Series. An Arizona Tragedy is a book close to my heart because the brutally murdered actress and mother in the fictionalized story was a personal friend. The book represents my humble attempt to not only create a new and different kind of musing and sentimental gumshoe but to honor a lovely and wholesome young lady so many of us miss in our lives.



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The Ferguson Incident


The Ferguson Incident

My words cannot mean too much, but I feel them so I write them…

A young man lost his life in Ferguson, Missouri some months ago. The young man was black, nearly three-hundred pounds, high with pot and on some sort of personal rampage. He stole some cigarillos in a convenience store, shown on his exit via video tape as he brazenly and roughly shoved aside presumably the proprietor. He then walked defiantly alongside a cohort down the middle of a street.

Another young man, a white policeman tending to a police matter in the neighborhood, received word of the robbery and, after completing his other call, ultimately clashed physically with the young black man, and killed him with bullets fired from his service gun. There was first the angry denial of the young black man at the prospect of being arrested, and a fight ensued at the police cruiser. The young white policeman sustained injuries to his eyes and face. After warning shots to stop the fleeing young black man, the latter charged the policeman and was killed.

It was essentially the grand jury’s decision, after months of interviews, witness versions, sworn statements, audio, video, and forensic analyses, that the young white policeman killed the young black man in self-defense, that he should not be tried in the case. All of the evidence investigated by the Grand Jury is available for the public to view. Of course, all along the painstaking road to a GJ decision there was a media blitz, stirring the cauldron of divisiveness…giving, some believe, the race-spinners time to foment their intended anger and hatred.

One question lingers in my mind: under the same Ferguson circumstances, do any of the sane among us believe for a moment that an angry ‘hopped up’ white thug would be handled differently?

The first acknowledgement should be that a young man is tragically dead. A father and mother grieve for the wayward son, but they plead with the community and all citizens not to interfere with the ongoing investigation, to allow our United States system of justice to play out. If there is disagreement with the final verdict, it is a right to peacefully protest and make the counter-views known, but blind mob behavior, destroying businesses and autos by fire and looting stores are behaviors that must be handled through the criminal justice system. These are after all criminal acts and should be prosecuted. Otherwise, we sanction anarchy and destroy our democracy.

The second acknowledgement should be that there are those who live among us who cannot accept the tenets of a democracy… Here is where my tirade begins…

The United States has a couple of documents which are sacrosanct and inviolable – the Declaration of Independence and the United States Constitution. The first mentioned document gave our country independence from British rule. The second document was meant to be a legal blueprint for a democratic way of life, a binder, if you will, that secures the rights of all individuals and the due process of law.

When someone immigrates to the United States it is expected that the immigrant will learn the precepts of the Constitution, learn our language, adopt the freedoms and liberties accorded by the document without the abandonment of their own previous culture. Because the immigrant supposedly comes to the United States because he/she sees the opportunity for self-growth and achievement, sees the freedom to worship in the religion of their choice, sees the security given the citizens by the rule of law, it is expected that no person or group will convene to betray these underlying principles that our founding fathers set forth and that so many of our brave men and women have fought to preserve.

Sacrosanct documents and reality do not always go together.

There was once slavery in the United States, an economic way of life, a right by landowners to hold slaves to work their fields and, in many ways, to become an integral part of the owner’s family…though it did not always work that way.

That act of slavery was abolished by a brave and wise president named Abraham Lincoln, but not without a great civil war that killed so many young men and ate away so much of the US communal soul.

That was then, back in the eighteen hundreds! So many cannot and will not let that racial divide go. Are some in the present Black population still answering to an aggrieved and self-aggrandized group, a group that consciously looks for any reason to whip up a minority into a band of rioting thugs? I’m talking about the self-righteous leaders of Black Caucuses and Black Politicians who make their handsome incomes by keeping their constituents in a state of bondage, their own selfish bondage.

There have been so many advancements over the years on the racial issue. Yet, there are still those who financially benefit by keeping ‘race’ a factor in so many ways. There are Black leaders who feel that there is ‘white privilege’ and no equality. They rail when the statistics bear out the awful facts that contradict their focused realignment of truth – the broken black home, the black children with one parent, or, no parents at all, the crime rate among blacks.

There are no doubt some justifications for peaceful protests against decisions made under the rule of law. But when common criminals and hoodlums use these peaceful protests for their acts of violence, it should be obvious that their motives are but for selfish gain, very likely whipped up by the aforementioned race-spinners and not out of any grievance for a parent’s dead son. As previously alluded, it is my heart-felt opinion that there are some of the Black leaders, the race-hustlers, who do not put forth the efforts to change these statistics.

Instead of foment, try the truth!

I was born into poverty in Appalachia too many years ago, too many emotions and memories ago, with a broken family, state-run institutions, mobility, ingredients that could have made me a different person than I am today. There were the ‘poor white trash’ comments, the ragged clothes, and the abuse. Oh, there were enough confusion, doubt, mistakes, regret and remorse to fill several farm silos. But, somehow, with a loving mother, some good friends, relatives, a lot of good luck, I made it to and through adulthood, certainly not without mistakes and regrets, had a life of some accomplishments…and still here not quite ready for the trash heap.

The point is, this ‘equality thing’ that is brandished so often? No society will ever put in place a form of government to make everyone equal…and, who wants an ‘Eloi’ anyway? Maybe there is equality at birth, but then the qualifiers come in to play: intelligence, ignorance, low IQ, high IQ, capacity to learn, not learn, willingness to work hard, not work, disabilities – so many factors.

The point is, we can only live with what we have, what we are! We are all human. We need to care for those people who simply cannot make it on their own. We cannot make ‘entitlement’ our rule. We can judiciously make it our exception. We let the cream rise to the top. We let the best and talented among us (the ‘doers’) create our financial growth and jobs…without a lot of phony ‘entitlement’ regulations. We help the poor learn whatever trade in which they can excel so they can become self-sufficient. We help our aged if they truly need the help…shame on us if we do not.

The point is, without apologizing for it, we need a strong government, one that is honestly transparent, trustworthy, and works for us, that protects our borders, keeps us strong with state of the art military, equipment, intelligence, and makes any country think twice before they attempt to test our might…no bully, just being a good ‘boy scout’.

The point is, our country is a democratic republic. If you don’t want to be here, leave! Do not attempt to corrupt our citizens with the hatred you brought with you. If the God you brought with you wants us dead, take him back where you found him. The Gods we serve in our country don’t preach hatred and terror… We are the greatest nation on earth. Like us, live by our laws, or leave us!

The final point is, thugs with bats beating against store windows and robbing small store owners in Ferguson, Missouri because they did not agree with a Grand Jury rendering (or, more likely, using it as an excuse for their criminal acts) just don’t hack it here! You and those who led you hopefully will be found and punished… 

Do not let ‘Color’ be a disease!

We are all ‘one’.

Billy Ray Chitwood – November 29, 2014

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Ghost Bird(s)


Ghost Bird(s)

It’s a lovely old house, built in 1871, remodeled and some new additions. Of course, Julie Anne, George the cat,  and I love it…

But, here’s the thing, there are ‘ghost birds’ flying around inside the house!

You think I’m kidding? Nope, not trying to put something over on you…

We’re in the new house for two months, going broke furnishing the beautiful monstrosity. It starts innocently enough. We hear a noise, and George the cat is chasing and sliding all over the wooden floors trying to catch up with this wren (we think it’s a wren! A ghost wren!?). Julie Anne manages finally to chase it down, grasp it softly in her hand, open the kitchen door, and the feathery cutie flies away.

Now, all of a sudden, Julie Anne and George are chasing down a bird each day – maybe two or three times a day…can’t tell you it’s the same bird or a different bird each time. Incidentally, I don’t join in the chasing (not that I’m too good to chase) because I don’t like interrupting my lounging.

Okay, Julie inspects the house. The first chance I get to break into my lounging (actually, writing!), I inspect the house, top and bottom – there’s almost 7,000 square feet in this colossus! The bird keeps coming two or three times a day – same bird or different birds, I can’t say. Look, we have checked every square inch of this humungous house, even stuffed the clothes dryer lint catcher in the laundry room – well, actually it’s George’s dining room and bathroom… We even had a varmint expert come out and double our checking! We cannot find where the bird is making its entry. Our multiple fireplaces? We have blocked them all… You know, I have always loved birds – I’m not so sure anymore!

So, Julie Anne gets me to believing, you know, old house and all, that we’re being haunted by a bird or birds. Now, I’m not one usually to believe in ‘conspiracy’ or ‘bird ghost’ theories, but I’m darned near to the point of believing.

You’re probably thinking, ‘Is the bird leaving any droppings?’ (I’m assuming you know what I mean by droppings?) The answer is, wait for it, YES! We do find a small white speck on the floor occasionally…it’s like the feathery phantom is leaving its calling card.

We’re still looking, trying different things, but I can tell you this: there is not an opening big enough anywhere in this huge house for a bird to get inside. It’s rather maddening! (Of course, you’re clued in to that by reading this post!)

So, I’m seriously considering the bird ghost theory. There is one small catch! Can one pick up a bird ghost in one’s hand and carry it to the outside?

Hey, it’s been weeks now! If anyone has an idea, please let me know. One thing is sure, I will not be joining any birder groups anytime soon.

Billy Ray Chitwood – November 20, 2014

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