From Savage Soliloquy

Writing Fever!!

I have been writing for National Novel Writing Month since November 1st, so I have been pretty busy on fiction and not blogging other than daily updates on my other site

So for my Savage Soliloquy this week, since I didn’t get irritated enough to find a topic, I am going to share a selection of what I have written. The basics of the story are this:

After the apocalypse humanity is raptured to heaven. The world is sectioned into varying types of “Hell” and people are scattered all over, trapped in the apocalypse with monsters of all types. 

We follow a character named Jacob Cross, who lives in a world of night where the vampires have taken over. He survives by escorting people safely throughout town, fighting vampires as he goes. 

When he finds out his daughter is alive in another plane of Apocalypse he sets out to find his way to her. Along the way he must learn his true heritage and role as a djinn, and find his true power. 

Following is a first draft train wreck of Jacob learning the history of the Djinn. Hope you enjoy it!

 

 

 

“You heard about Adam & Eve, and all the stuff about apples, right?” Mama Ti asked.

“Of course,” he replied.

“Well, that ain’t all. Most folks, they think everything was said an done in a week. Now, that is just silly. No things took a long time before the world started spinning, and snakes were giving people fruit.

“God created humans on the sixth day, but he created the heavens and earth on the first day. That includes angels, harps, halos, and all that. Now, angels are interesting. They think, live, and do things just like humans do. Except they don’t have the one thing, free will. While humans were made of dirt, or clay. Angels were made of air. They were the messengers of God. If he told them to jump they were obliged to jump. There wasn’t any question or argument because they couldn’t without free will.

“Most people think it jumps from angels on the first day to humans on the sixth, but it doesn’t. He created the whole world, and everything that ever lived during that week, animals and all. Thing is he also created other types of creatures too. Ones that most people either never see or they never notice. One of those types of beings God created are called Djinn.

“Now djinn, what most people call genies, are made of smokeless fire. It could be some type of energy, no one really knows. Well, the one thing Djinn have that angels don’t have is free will. In addition to that they have a few similarities to angels, just without being forced to do whatever God tells them to do.

“So, you have all these creatures, and beings wandering around God’s creation. The djinn are a proud race. Most of them are as loyal as they are fierce. They were powerful too. They fought among themselves, full-blown wars took place before mankind was a twinkle in His eye. During that time they also had access to all the knowledge available. They learned about nature, sciences, mathematics, all of that. They also had access to God’s all knowing thought.

“Now not even the angels could stand directly in God’s presence, and neither could the djinn. That is why there were the Heavens. The angels could access the highest heaven. That way they could get their instructions to go do this or that. Whatever He needed them to do.

“The djinn could reach more of a mid-Heaven, they could hear some but not all of the information God was passing out. But, it was enough for them to learn from. So, they formed a proper society with leaders and systems of rules.

“They took that knowledge and that wilfulness, and fought their wars. They did this for a long long time. Over time, they had factions. Each group thought they were better than the other group. This lead to a caste system, and a high court made up of individuals from all the various castes. They made the tough choices, when they needed to be made.

“They even had a leader who all the djinn followed loyally. His name was Shayteen, and he was the strongest and some say the most wise. He was also arrogant and prideful. Now, he was loyal to God as much as any angel, but willingly. He was given access to the highest heaven, the only djinn known to attain that position.

“So, on the sixth day, God calls all of creation to see his new masterpiece, Adam. The animals even came to praise this new creation, as did the angels. The djinn, lead by Shayteen, came also. God then told all assembled that Adam (humanity) would rule over all his creation. Then after this decree all were asked to bow before Adam.

“Each group came, one by one, bowing and pledging their obedience. Animals. Angels. All of them. That is until the djinn came forward. Shayteen stood in front of Adam. Then raised his voice to the heavens, ‘What can this creature do that I can not do better? I have sat at the foot of God and learned all the knowledge in the heavens. I have explored every inch of Earth and creation, and learned all it has to offer. Even my own kind have learned of war, magics, and society. I have done everything, and after all I have done, I am told to bow before this thing made of dirt and mud. I am told to swear my allegiance and my obedience to Adam? Adam, who has done nothing and knows nothing of this Earth and nothing of the Heavens. I refuse.’

“With that declaration Shayteen turned his back to Adam, and began to leave. The other djinn, knowing the power and greatness of God, still were loyal and prideful to a fault. One by one they all turned from Adam, without giving any sign of humility or obedience. Only solidarity with their leader.

“As this was all new, no one anticipated what the consequences might be. They didn’t even think there would be any. God might be loving, but he is also known to be a vengeful God, full of wrath. The refusal of the djinn to bow as he demanded, and the sheer arrogance of Shayteen infuriated God.

“So much so, that he shortly called creation together again. He presented Adam again. Asking in front of all those assembled if the djinn still refused to bow. Thus, a second time, they refused. This time the djinn did not speak a single word. God then did something none of them expected.

“He called Shayteen forward. He asked if he was too good to bow before his God. In response the djinn leader bowed, back turned from Adam. He was asked again if he still refused to accept Adam’s dominion. The djinn remained silent, unmoving.

“It was then that God commanded from that point on all djinn would live in the shadow of mankind. The djinn would be required to serve all of humanity in life and in death. Especially in death. The djinn with all of their knowledge, abilities, and power were tied to Adam’s will and desire. Forever they would be barred from the highest heaven until they obeyed His command.

“That being said, the djinn erupted in protest. Some bellowing loud enough to make the very ground shake. Some of the more warlike djinn began attacking whatever they could, fellow djinn or otherwise. There were many who just broke down sobbing and begging forgiveness, their loyalty damning them as much as the other djinn. Shayteen, however did none of these things.

“He slowly rose to his feet, turning towards Adam. He walked to within inches of God’s chosen one. Then he spoke, and all the djinn stopped as if frozen, listening to their leader:

“ ‘If we are to be in mankind’s shadow we will call them into the darkness. Away from the light. If we are to serve them in life & death, we will make every moment an obstacle. Even in death they will find no peace. If we are tied to one another, then we will be the noose around your neck. Your anchor keeping you from ever knowing the highest heaven. If our Father forsakes me, brother, then I forsake you.’

“Then they all departed, leaving creation. Oh they returned, of course. How do you think Eve ever got that Apple? That apple was the first action taken in an eternal war. Over the ages, the djinn have found creatures of like mind and purpose. Vampires, demons, ghosts, and damn near everything that you’d consider monsters were influenced by Shayteen.

“Now, that isn’t to say there aren’t good djinn. Free will is an amazing thing. Djinn can worship whatever they wish. They can be good or bad. The can be you and they can be me. But, we all carry the burden of Shayteen within us. Even now that the world has gone bad, Apocalypse or not, we all have a choice to make.

“What side do we serve before it’s all said an’ done?”

 

You Illiterate Trash Heap

A while back I over heard a girl of about seventeen talking to her friends. She was telling them that she doesn’t read books. Not in a shameful “I’m illiterate” way, but a cocky I am too good for books way.

This set my mind cogs to grinding. It was upsetting. It was the dawning horror that this prideful idiot strutted around as if the ability to not do something was and accomplishment. Feeling the sudden violent urge to jiggle the light bulb supposedly attached to her “brain” I began speaking.

You know reading is something important? It is a gift. Slaves weren’t allowed to read…. or write…. That was so slave masters could keep them slaves. Actual books have been written about how losing the ability to read by an entire society could destroy everything we have. I mean even a magazine article is a start.

When I saw the look on her face it made my hope for humanity weep. She looked at me as if I had just told her I was a priest who liked touching kids & vaping. She actually made a scoffing sound! I literally heard scoff! that was kinda of neat, but just not in this situation. This girl might one day be in charge at the retirement home I decline in.

Remember when you were a child and everyone made a big deal out of “You can be whatever you want to be!” speech? Apparently, this girl was absent that day due to a Bachelor marathon. She strutted away, as I struggled to find enough will to continue living.

All in all, it wasn’t disturbing in and of itself.

Well, then a day later, another late teen was within my hearing range as she read out loud, “My conduct is..” off of a bracelet. She laughed, and told her friends it was funny. Two seconds later she says unashamed, “What does conduct mean?” It was then that I prayed God was swift and merciful with my death. I was too dumbstruck to even say a word. Luckily, I know understand the meaning behind the word dumbstruck.

The news media calls this era the Information Age! Yet, the more information available the more idiots sprout from the womb of ignorance. This is the world my child will inherit one day. All the current population seems concerned about is whether the environment is okay. I say if we are becoming nothing more than willing  pack animals of existence who gives a shit about going green! So we can look forward to a pollution free AND an intellect free planet??

I plan to continue on my path of going against the green. I use any products that cause or increase my carbon footprint. Use pesticides & Frankenstein foods. Why not? If the whole world is going to hell in a hand basket, and yet still cannot spell either hand or basket!! Why not let it die a fancy apocalyptic death?

Instead of making school children computer literate & environmentally conscious  make them aware of how to crack a fucking book & learn. Using deductive reasoning (which they learned from reading it would naturally happen anyway.

Fahrenheit 451 …read it!

Or burn it, I don’t even fucking know anymore.

Savage Soliloquy: Verbose Elitist Gurus

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Verbose: using or expressed in more words than are needed.

Elitist:  A person who believes that they are superior to others (and thus deserve favored status) because of their intellect, social status, wealth, or other factors. 

Guru: an influential teacher or popular expert.

Only one of these things separately pisses me off regularly…elitists. Hate them, and oddly, I feel superior to them because they are snobs. Worse, most are social predators waiting to pounce on anyone they mildly disagree with on any topic. The combination of the other two words to the equation creates an unbearable ass-hat who while educated & expressive loses any credibility as a source of guidance due to their second anus attached to their jaw.

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The internet has provided a fertile breeding ground for these pests. In addition to making it more socially acceptable to “dip your toes in the water” of ass-hattery. These people were internet trolls before there was an internet. They flamed casual acquaintances for sport rather than sharing of knowledge. Now they are this disease that spreads through our lives unhindered. This entire blog was triggered by a post a friend shared, but the issue itself was crawling under my skin for some time prior to this.

The post itself was fairly simple. It was the authors disdain for people sharing quotes constantly on social media, especially it seemed, if the original message was a translation. Mainly due to the fact that translations from modern languages lose meaning, and the older the quote being translated the greater the loss. Plus, the message seemed to be that we can all share knowledge we discover on our own paths in life.

I agree!!! 

The thing that made me angry was the authors replies to people who disagreed with him. He spent most times mockingly calling out anyone who disagreed with him. Mocking their beliefs, their intellect, and the general usefulness of their existence. This from an author who from what i found (via FB stalking) to have many good points, and a seemingly decent knowledge base. It pissed me off mainly because for all the bluster & superiority of tone in his replies…all i saw between the lines was pettiness & monumental, yet fragile ego.

IT IS THE COMBO THAT I HATE

I hate people with the life coach mentality who can’t use it to COACH!!! Any teacher will tell you that you aim to address the audience you are speaking to… meaning that if you are talking to 4 year olds about life lessons, those lessons will be wildly less complex than if you were speaking to a group of twenty-somethings. This is where the verbose part comes into play. You can explain things nonstop, but if you are putting expert level knowledge out there for a novice…no learning will happen. The most important lesson I learned in my very limited college experience is this…be concise. Don’t pile words up like dirty clothes on your clean outfit otherwise the whole things stinks.

I mean I can converse all day long about nonsense, but I tell stories which require more detail than driving instructions for example.

The guru part is a bad deal when combined with the elitist mindset too. Mainly because you have someone who is using their slightly larger amount of knowledge as a way to lord it over other people. You will see people guru-ing their ass off for adoration & status. These are the people who make a point then pause dramatically & smile smugly at blowing people’s mind with their Gandalf-like wisdom. The fact remains that you can be a bar stool Rumi, but minutes later you are going home to you sad life alone wondering why no one appreciates your giant alien overlord brain pulsating your giant skull like a soft snake egg. It’s because you aren’t teaching anyone anything other than to make better conversation partner choices when drinking.

This type of guru offers no real knowledge…they speak to the masses to display their greatness, which in context looks very pathetic & sad. This is why they are so verbose, or talkative about their wide expanse of information…the silence between their posturing reveals they are one note songs, one-dimensional creations, and in fact are less advanced in a broad sense than the people they visualize themselves superior to.

I SOUND LIKE A VERBOSE ELITIST GURU!!!!

Oh no!!! Seriously though, I have my moments feeling superior to people too. We all do. The thing is most people do not make it into a daily ritual, or a hobby. I like to think everyone I know is intelligent in one way, or another. I want to hear them spout off for long periods on the stuff they like…and I will pay them back with my own rambling. I think we get into problems when we think other people are inferior to us.

Like I said earlier, I think the internet is a breeding ground for this behavior. I can tell you for a fact probably 80% of my Facebook friends probably wouldn’t be friends with me if we only met online. Think about your friends & ask yourself the same question. If you are that judgmental on a site to share silly quotes, pictures, and tell people everything you did today, who are you really? Am I a know-it-all fuckbag who gets upset & yells at people for not being enlightened like me?

I would say no, but dammit I am tired of seeing people post about coffee every damned morning…but that is another blog.

Uncommon Sense

It’s just common sense.

It’s JUST common sense.

I want to do away with this expression. It is a useless phrase since it is never used when people have common sense. I have spent most of my life wondering wildly why this idiot or that moron can not seem to use common sense. It makes me angry and I know it makes you angry.

To be fair, it is our own fault.

Why? Because “common sense” would tell us if we complain about the mass amount of people with no common sense that it isn’t common at all. Think on that for a moment.

When is the last time you thought, “Man, that person has exceptional common sense!”?
The answer is never…because it is uncommon.

Sense of all varieties are a rarity.

 

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This is also a Rarity

 

Even the people who show some sense don’t tend to do it with any regularity. So even in cases where someone has sense it isn’t even common for that person on a consistent basis. So using what little brains I have in my head, I can safely assume that over 90% of the thoughts all of us have are ridiculous and stupid.

I once plugged a lamp into a wall socket while my finger was firmly resting on one of the prongs…shocking myself. I stood there paralyzed, unable to move or understand why I couldn’t move.

It wasn’t a cute mistake. I wasn’t new to plugging things in either. I also knew the dangers of electrocuting yourself. I was a (seemingly) competent adult who stood frozen as I zapped myself to death like a complete moron.

At no point did I think, “Hey, maybe I should rest my finger on this conduit of death.” I did think OHHHHH GOD I CAN’T MOVE WHAT WHAT WHAT UUUUUHHHHHHHHH. 

As far as final thoughts go, not too impressive.

Less than a month ago I watched a coworker, who has worked in the same place for over a decade, walked head first into a glass wall. His lip marks are still on the glass. As if he was leaving some romantic memento for his love…the glass partition.

I will say this about our uncommon sense, and the lack of sense, it means only one thing is common…nonsense. The lack of sense.

So I suggest we replace, “It’s just common sense.” with, “It’s just nonsense.”

Of course, this is pretty much life and people summed up.

It’s just nonsense.

Quit Making Me Hate What I Love!

I don’t like enjoying things anymore.

Don’t misread that sentence, I still enjoy things all the time. I just don’t like it.

 
Let me explain… I love Halloween. It is a great holiday. All its variations that are celebrated are super interesting, each with their own flair. Reverence for the dead, calling up or thwarting evil, and even just celebrating dressing up. It is great, plus the season is the best one for comfort…it isn’t hot as balls & it isn’t covered in sheets of ice. Plus, it has its own flavors that embody it.

 
The problem is when I was growing up some people loved, some hated it. You would have the kid who had an elaborate costume who obviously loved Halloween. Then there was that douche bag who tied a shitty towel around his neck…his heart wasn’t even in it.

 

There was a clear line between fanatic & reluctant participant.

 

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Now? Now, everyone fucking LOVES Halloween. Not a lot of people enjoy it. Everyone by their own online admission fucking lives & breathes pumpkin spice from their Jack O’Lantern faces that are bobbing to Thriller, while cruising about town in their refurbished hearse. There is no clear line…the is NO line. Everyone was born sucking candy corn from their mother’s teats.

 

Everyone wants to deep throat a jug of warm cider while walking with their beloved through a graveyard.

It pisses me off.

 
Not the fanaticism, but the fact that there is ONLY fanaticism. Not just with Halloween… everything. Holidays. Movies. TV shows. Music.

 
Speaking of music, think about how everyone is heartbroken when some musician(or celebrity) dies. I am not saying they shouldn’t or cannot be heartbroken, but your over emotional bullshit rings false.

 
I mean I cried at the end of Puff the Magic Dragon when he left at the end. I bawled. I mean honestly, I don’t think I would’ve made it through first grade without him. He made me into the man I am today. Every year on the anniversary of his departure back to his magical homeland I crack open a Capri-Sun and wear my custom Puff the Magic Dragon memorial shirt…crying and angry that the closest we ever got to getting him back was Spyro…fucking Spyro.

 
This is why I don’t like enjoying things anymore. I can enjoy them, but there is nothing special about it. It is as if everyone is making a concerted effort to make everything i enjoy plain old vanilla bullshit.

 

All the weird shit I liked is now nothing but lukewarm tofu seasoned with tap water.

 
Do I still consume it? FUCK YES… but now I tend to do it out of spite of all the homogenized bastards hooting and hollering about how amazing it is.

 
We need a secret handshake or some symbol so true fans know how to identify each other. I appreciate your enthusiasm Karen, but I think I will hang over here with the people who wear fishnet arm sleeves in July.

 
Now I gotta go dig through truly obscure shit just so Harold & Laura over there don’t fucking ruin it with their suburban excitement.

Happy Cultural Appropriation-ween

Soon, my friends… soon. The leaves will turn colors and fall to crunch beneath our feet. The unbearable heat will fade away like a memory. We will pull the booty shorts 3 sizes too small from our collective ass cracks and wrap ourselves in hoodies (and hopefully pants, though not required). The drinks will become warm so our hands don’t freeze.

Fall is coming! Savor it, because along with the glory that is Autumn comes the worst season of all… Cultural Appropriation Outrage season.

What? You though outrage was only for Spring & Summer? Haha…you poor ignorant bastards.

Outrage is eternal.

Aside from my obvious disdain for people screeching about Halloween’s cultural appropriating issues, I enjoy the season. Although, I do love watching white people yell at each other for being insensitive or snowflakes.

The humor of the moment is lost because I can’t even enjoy being basic and enjoying my hot cider & whiskey due to the bitching. It is ruining it.

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That Ewok Costume tho!!!

Cultural appropriation is an issue…it is. College kids doing black face is ridiculous. Denigrating a culture should be looked down upon. There is a limit, but no one wants to admit there is a limit they want to throw everything in together.

So it all becomes negative.

If you are mocking a culture, then you’re a douche bag. If you found a cute non-specific native american outfit to wear, then *shrug* okay.

The thing is all of us were raised to dress up as something other than ourselves one night of the year. Unless you are just a cosplayer, make-up artist, or some other type performer. Many of us did this for years as children and then on into adulthood.

The was no malice, no hatred, no mockery, or anything like that. Usually, there isn’t at all. As I said before there is a limit and we can all reasonably see when it passes that limit.

The biggest thing that bothers me is this… Are various cultures so broken…it’s people so fragile that we can not even stand seeing someone dressed in an outfit? Do we need a chorus to spring up from the dark corners of our Halloween parties crying for justice?

No, that is the answer, we don’t…Not my culture(s), your cultures, or any other cultures.
Soon I will be called out because my ashy-ness is cultural appropriation because your grandma was cremated.

People argue a lot about the old “America is a melting pot” saying many of us heard growing up. Many people say it ignores our individuality…which is awesome…unless you are like me and are culturally & racially diverse all on your own. But, to many people this belief is still valid and still retains its positive message.

To those that say Halloween isn’t as serious as all that, I say I agree. Yet, this act of outrage seems petty from many (not all, mind you) because it is a fun holiday to dress up and enjoy time with one another. While we are doing all this Halloween themed stuff we are appreciating in a minor way those things different from ourselves. Real & Make believe alike.

The racist assholes doing crude stereotypes to get other racist assholes to giggle aren’t nearly as big a problem. Plus, if they are a few shots to the mouth by some tall mulatto guy in a big bird costume won’t hurt them…plus think of how entertaining the police report would be.

Just chill out and enjoy yourselves.