Monday, November 8, 2021

"The Candy Bomber" spends an evening with "The Destroying Angel"

 

(L to R) Colonel (Ret) Gail Halvorsen and Rick Bennett • Photo credit Halvorsen's eldest grandson

I always wanted to change the world. I spent last night with 101-year-old Colonel Gail Halvorsen, also known as The Candy Bomber. While the Berlin Airlift averted World War III, when Joseph Stalin decided to blockade West Berlin's 2-million starving residents, the real hero of the affair was Gail Halvorsen. He dropped candy in little handkerchief parachutes to the children on the runway approach to East Berlin. Me? I shamelessly promote myself as The Destroying Angel who destroyed the competition for Oracle's Larry Ellison and Salesforce's Marc Benioff. The Fortune 500 companies my ads destroyed include Ashton-Tate, Cullinet, Ask, Informix, and Siebel. But those feats pale in comparison to The Candy Bomber. You can see the history on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jGc4vY_GwSc

My guerrilla warfare mentor, Tony Schwartz (creator of the famous Daisy television ad that ran only one time on one network, yet destroyed Barry Goldwater's presidential campaign), once told me that one ad can do more to change the world that all the politicians placed end to end. He should have told me that one brilliant kind-hearted idea could do more to change the world than all the ads placed end to end. Hum. Some guy from Galilee spouted that idea a couple millennia ago.

So a reset is in order. In my wildest imagination, maybe the very unique sci-fi novel I'm finishing will have a positive effect on our intergalactic relationships. Hey, guys, I'm a work in progress.

The kid from Wyoming formerly touting himself as The Destroying Angel

Monday, October 25, 2021

The Best Shirts I've Ever Owned

 About twenty years ago, I published my novel Destroying Angel. At that time, I decided to imitate Steve Jobs, who only wore jeans and black mock-turtleneck shirts. So I went to an online embroidery site and bought eight Jonathan Corey shirts. Black Mock turtleneck. With my Destryoying Angel logo (see the photo above). Somewhere along the way I gave away one, so I have seven. I wear one every day, which means I wash them once a week. Given the occasional superhero shirt or Sunday dress shirt that I keep wearing after church, that's washing them all every week. For over twenty years. That's over one-thousand washings. These shirts have NOT faded. They have NOT shrunk. And I paid less than $20 per shirt! Talk about a good buy.

Trouble is, none of the custom-logo online shops carries Jonathan Corey apparel. None of them! Believe me, I've googled my brains out. I can't even find out who makes Jonathan Corey shirts. Sure, several sites carry the brand. But even those sites don't sell black mock-turtleneck shirts.

So if any of you can get me in touch with these guys, I'd be forever grateful. I'd even let them use my testimonial free, with no strings attached.

Selah.

Wednesday, October 13, 2021

Trump Needs To Fire His Entire Campaign Staff

 


Holy Mother of Mercy! I'm getting all these "Final Notice" fundraisiing emails from the Trump campaign staff. Please, oh please let this be final from these jokers. It's obvious they think their fund-raising lists are composed of complete morons. You know, guys (I assume the Trump organization is run by alpha males who are good at hammering subordinates with their lame tactical opinions), President Trump should let Kelly Ann Conway fire all you dumb asses. With the exception of her choice of husbands, she seems to make the most sense when she communicates.

Sunday, October 3, 2021

I'm Just Finishing the 2nd Draft of My Sci-Fi Novel

 

Photo Credit: Emily Jones-Goodwin of Galaxy Press

The working title is The Last Will & Testament of Harley Davidson…And His Dog. I dare say there has never been another sci-fi novel like this one. I'm using "Ellison's Law" here, which states you may never say anything that one of your competitors could say. I figure, if you can't do something unique, then don't do it at all. No vampires, werewolves, zombies or climate-change apocalypse.  I'll soon be looking for an agent. This is too good to self-publish.

Tuesday, September 28, 2021

How to LIVE LONG AND PROSPER (Vulcan greeting)


 My own formula for how to live long and prosper? Ride bicycles the 40 mile round trip from my house to Utah's Bridal Veil Valls…with (me on left) my doctor, my spiritual advisor, and my financial advisor. Think I've got the bases covered? BTW, I've ridden many thousands of miles with these three great guys.