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“Well, doc?” asked Police Commissioner Reuton. He and Dr. Curtis were at Jackson Memorial Hospital, standing bedside to the Shadow Gentleman.

“It would help if someone would tell me his real name….”

“I already gave you the records, doc.”

“And HR is screaming about the cost of this.”

“The Mayor himself has pledged to pay for this!”

“The county has a way of not paying off their debts.”

“This is the Shadow Gentleman. He needs to live, whatever the cost.”

***

Far, far away … the Shadow Gentleman was off, lost in his dreams.

The grim reaper, hood, sickle, and all, stood over him as he lay on his back … out in a nameless field.

The setting changed — he’s in his pick-up truck, patrolling Miami/Dade County. To his right sat a shadowy figure….

Now he was 17 years old, fresh from Jamaica, walking the streets of London. Above, a cloud of bats dive-bombed towards him….

Nailed to a cross upside-down … trapped by a vampire in his castle … eaten by a shark … stabbed by a sting ray … mauled by a lion … visions of death and its keeper filled his mind.

No wonder he hadn’t slept for days prior to his injuries.

At last, his endless chasing was at an end. He lay helpless on that hospital bed, his body requiring time to recuperate. His injuries were real. His near-manic pursuit of Damiac-12 and his cohorts had driven the Shadow Gentleman to this point.

At last, he slept.

It was forced upon him. It was not by choice. And it was just what he needed — time to heal…

… and time to think.

His dreams revealed his fears … his fallibility. He couldn’t do this forever, and he couldn’t be everywhere at once … and when facing overwhelming odds, he had to be honest with himself, and admit that the spectre of death was more powerful than he … and whoever the spectre of death decided to take, he could not prevent it this time.

He was not afraid of his own death, although the dreams focused on that. S.G. knew that his fear was for the citizens of Miami. He wanted to prevent death whenever possible.

Now, it was impossible. At this moment, he could do nothing. That was the source of his fear — his helplessness.

He might as well be dead.

S.G. realized, the way he was going, that he could not have stopped Damiac-12 from killing again.

S.G.’s deep slumber was revealing other things … his mind, finally given rest (albeit forced upon), was knitting the details together … observing the cascade of events with perspective …

… in his dreams, S.G. saw Damiac-12’s true plan unfold. He saw where this was all headed.

He saw Futuro’s purpose.

He saw Merlin’s inventions.

He saw the role played by the cannon fodder characters, like the Empathy Beast, Malcolm King, and Devil Dude.

S.G. would have smiled if he could. He appreciated the sublime genius of Damiac-12. To think that a simple pickpocket like the Pigeon played an important role in all this … to thing that Damiac-12 actually predicted S.G. being laid up in a hospital for weeks …

… but did he predict this? Did he predict S.G. putting it all together while in a coma?

S.G., even within his lucid state, maintained a certain level of control. Even here, where random thoughts could change day to night in an instant, he was in charge of his mind.

S.G. knew he’d be here for weeks … and he knew that Damiac-12 needed more time than that to execute his plan.

Had Damiac-12 gambled that S.G., when he finally woke up, would be unable to figure things out in time?

Had Damiac-12 miscalculated?

S.G. pondered, as the dreams came in waves. If Damiac-12 believed him to be a threat, he would have him killed — he’d sacrifice a pawn to accomplish his goal, no question.

If S.G. forced himself to wake up early out of his coma (which he was certain he could do), Damiac-12 would know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that S.G. had figured out elements of his plan.

So. Play possum or wake up injured. Risks, either way.

Or, was there a third way?

***

“Commissioner.”

Reuton’s heart skipped a beat. “Shadow! You’re awake!”

“Commissioner. You need to listen to me. And don’t let this doctor leave this room….”

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[Damiac-5's plot to become an Iconic criminal mastermind backfires when Ma Yuan, the Killer of Icons, unexpectedly shows up and decapitates him ... game, set, and match.

Along the way, there should be some attempt by Knight Sprite to stop Damiac-5 with crazy gadgets ... Ma Yuan shows up in time to save him.

Shadow Gentleman also shows up and sees Ma Yuan save Knight Sprite by killing Damiac-5, and sees Ma Yuan disappear.

Some reference/parallel to the hidden worlds of technology and D&D in South Florida should be made, mocking the whole world of magic hidden under London's noses in the Harry Potter books/movies

It would be nice to finish writing a story about each villain before diving into the ending.]

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“What did you think, kid? Did you think your mentor was telling you the truth?”

Those words chimed in Dace’s skull for hours after he’d heard them spoken aloud. Was this how it felt, he wondered at one point, when he uttered a word that caused someone to remember a long-lost dream?

No, he quickly responded to himself. His words blended into the person’s dreamscape … dissolved into their mind.

“What did you think, kid?”

He hated being called kid, even if he was the youngest Icon around, but he wasn’t about argue with ole’ jolly Saint Nick, especially when the Icon of community and giving was drunk.

Man, was he a bad drunk. He went from being an eternal optimist to nihilistic pessimist in three Rum and Cokes. Out of respect to the man, Dace sat through the tirade. Why had he agreed to meet him at this bar in Fisherman’s Wharf, he had no idea. He was enjoying his break from Dream Seeking, spending time with Ms. Anachron … and now this old Icon seemed to be encouraging Dace to make his break permanent.

“It’s all a game of misdirection. Don’t ya see?” Saint Nick had ranted earlier that evening, before they parted ways. “They teach ya in school to be polite, play nice. ‘You better watch out!’ Or you’ll be on the naughty list and go to hell, blah, blah, blah. Then, one day, you find out the guys callin’ the shots ARE the bad people — the ones who were rude in class, the ones who served detention, broke the rules, were impolite. See?

“They taught you how to be a compliant worker in school. If you bought in and got A’s, that’s all you became — a tool in the hands of your more aggressive peers. Seeing how schools have evolved over the years … the Realtor has gotten so efficient at spitting out worker bees. I’ve watched this play out, year after year, and I’m tired of it, Dace. Tired of it.

“Why else would I team up with the Gambler? It’s not because I liked it — I decided I had to play by their rules if I had any shot in affecting change, in bringing society back from … this empty….”

Saint Nick reset his line of thought, and decided to describe a world where history repeated itself all the time. Public figures inevitably abused their power, only to be replaced by someone prone to the same character flows.

“Like right now? It’s like the modern version of the early 20th century. Instead of Bush and Obama, it was Roosevelt and Wilson … and then Roosevelt again! Just like Bush and his dad! It all repeats!

“And you’ve got these leaders who want to create this ideal world, while murderers develop weapons to kill us. Did you the Nazis emerged overnight? No! And today, with everything going on in the Middle East — all that wealth and hate for freedom-loving people….” Saint Nick shook his head.

Dace listened in silence to this diatribe. Was he right?

“What did you think, kid?”

If he was right, why did good people perpetuate the myth that they could change the world for the better? If the bad guys, for lack of a better term, always came back, day after day and year after year … if reality itself seemed governed by rules that favored the cycle where the aggressive appeared time and again to crush the masses, then why perpetuate the myth? Was it a delusional hope that the world could change … one person at a time?

“What did you think, kid?”

The words rang in Dace’s mind.

What did he think? Why fight a losing battle for a human race that bought into lies and deception faster than he could help them remember dreams that lead to truth?

He did not know … yet, he wanted to know if he could be the one who makes a difference, who tips the scales, who changes things … he wanted to know if his method, devoid of marketing tricks and mass appeal, free for all, no donation pitches, no price tag, no get rich quick and be spiritual incongruity … one man, one word, one person at a time … he wanted to know if his method could work to save a generation, and inspire generations to come.

He wanted to know if he could save humanity, now and until the end of time.

No small task.

For Dace, his journey had led him to this sacred pursuit of leading individuals to their inner truth — it wasn’t enough to just know the truth. If you have a gift that encourages others to discover their truth, you needed the courage to share that gift, even in the face of industries built on lies. Industries built by Icons like the Realtor, who cared only for profit and power.

And that, Dace realized, was why mentors lied to their students — they had to know, at the end of the day, if their advice, encouragement, instruction … actions could make the difference, tip the scales, one person at a time, to save an individual, a generation, a world. Mentors wanted their hope to become truth in their lifetimes. They wanted a world where people stood up to tanks and were not rolled over. They wanted the end of violence and a cycle of peace and love to perpetuate forever. They wanted the evil in humanity to be overcome, and good to win out.

Dace thought of Edith in Tamarac, who had counciled him so many times. He admired her positive outlook after having experienced a lifetime undoubtedly filled with her share of hurt and frustration.

Perhaps, Dace thought, as the echoing finally died down in his mind, it’s better to charge the hill knowing the odds are against you than to live under oppression.

Charging that hill, running up, facing an enemy that had the advantage of higher ground, simply because what you believed was right … that required faith. You had to believe that truth would win out at the end of the day.

Edith had faith. So did Dace.

Saint Nick? Yeah — as long as he wasn’t drunk, he was okay … a bit naive, but okay.

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[This story is dedicated to Bubba and all little children afflicted with rare, practically incurable diseases, as well as the parents/caretakers of these children]

It’s not every day you encounter a situation that encapsulates a hotly debated topic, the way socialized healthcare reform was debated in 2009.

Of course, the Dream Seeker specifically sought out individuals with situations that could use his special powers … at Reagan National Airport, where a random cross-section of Americans walk the floor-to-ceiling glass and steel hallways like Earth’s version of Deep Space Nine, there was one instance where our hero, Dace Senoit, was able to help a fellow frequent flyer.

At security, he spied a harried father with a bookbag, some crazy square-shaped duffel bag, and a small black brief case.  The father unpacked a laptop, some contraption with tubes and vest attached, and a cellphone into the grey bins provided for electronic equipment requiring screening.  In addition, he had jackets, shoes, hats, wallets, keys, and other metallic junk in five other bins — eight bins in total to track, along with his little son who was currently hopping around like a bunny.

The people behind him looked like they were watching a highway car wreck in slow motion.  The father looked like he was getting a tooth extracted without novacaine.

What a world.  And all this because some young punks figured out the weaknesses in the security system, as well as counting on passengers following the well-known practice of staying quiet during a hostage crisis on an airplane, and flew three planes into the Twin Towers and the Pentagon, leaving thousands dead and millions forced to unpack laptops, take off shoes, and turn in pocket knives and snowglobes.  Nineteen disrespectful, irreligious, immature, skewed rebels reduced society to such a low common denominator — a denominator of one little boy being patted down by an overweight balding security guard wearing blue surgical gloves, while the father stood by watching, as all his precious electronic equipment sat unattended at the end of the security ramp.

Insanity.

Dace approached the father and son team afterwards.

“Excuse me, I couldn’t help but notice — the security guards patted down your son.  That’s completely ridiculous.  I’ll be happy to write a complaint to the TSA on your behalf.”

“Oh, no.  That won’t be necessary.  It happens all the time to us.”

“All the time?” asked Dace.

“Yes,” said the father. “My son has a port in his chest.  He can’t go through the metal detector without setting it off.  So, they have to pat him down.”

“Have to?” Dace was still incredulous. “Once they know he has a port, and they see he’s just a little boy, they should let him through, no questions asked.”

“I wish it were that simple.  The world’s a crazy place — who knows?  The stories you hear from Israel and Iraq and Afghanistan — it’s like age doesn’t matter.  They’ll strap a … well, any little kid could be a … well, I’d rather not say here at the airport.  You say the wrong word and the TSA might come a-calling!  Ha ha.  Ha.  We have enough trouble as it is.  But thanks for the offer.  I appreciate it.”

“Okay … well, I hope your son feels better.”

“Well, that’s a whole other story.”

“Do tell.”

The father sighed and said, “Well, basically, he’s got an immune deficiency.  It’s a rare genetic disorder called NEMO … you know, like Finding Nemo, except it’s not a cute fish.  It’s a potentially fatal disease.  He’s okay now, as you can see…”

The son was playing brickbreaker on his father’s Blackberry.  He looked like any other cute 1st grader, without a care in the world.

“…he doesn’t show outward symptoms.  His version of NEMO is mild.  More extreme cases involve having deformed teeth and stuff … so, he only has the internal characteristics.  He gets sick real easy, and he’s going to need a bone marrow transplant at some point.  Unfortunately, it’s tough to find a match.”

“Why, praytell?”

“Well, it’s not like Leukemia, where the bone marrow from the donor doesn’t have to be a perfect genetic match to the recipient.  In his case, the genes of the donor has to be as close to a match to his genetic make-up as possible.  It’s really complicated, and probably oversimplifying.  I’m sure people have written thesis papers about this subject with no solid conclusions … the bottom line is, if you’re a praying man, I’d just ask you to pray for him.”

“I will, and more.  I will tell you something right now that will change your life.”

“Praytell?” said the father sarcastically.

“I’m not a salesman.”

“No, no.  I was just kidding.  It’s just I’ve heard it all….”

Before the father could get another word in, Dace quickly said, “Daffy Duck.”

“What?” said the father, before falling into a dream he’d had, years before … a dream he’d long-forgotten….

***

Space.  The final frontier … unless you count the frontier of the mind.  One is outward; the other inward.

In this case, the father heard a hooting laugh fading in the distance while watching a space ship drift slowly in the void, with dots of lights piercing the darkness.

He was on board the starship — no transition and yet it made sense.  Such is the stuff of dreams.

He was on the bridge, walking towards the elevator.  He spoke of a mission with a pointy-eared fellow.  They stepped off the elevator and walked down a hall towards a … room.

A man with a Scottish accent stood behind a console, asking everyone not to move while he performed the procedure.  To the left, a light began to materialize out of thin air, between what appeared to be a light fixture on the floor and ceiling that faced each other.  The light grew and grew; the father could see a shape within that light.  The light subsided, and there stood an eight-year-old brown haired boy.  He was thin, with narrow facial features — a long nose, scrunched up eyes, thin lips.  His shoulders were of average width, his torso was slim, and his legs were wispy.

The boy fell to his knees.  He gave the Scottish man an angry look.  The Scottish man burst into flames.

The man with the pointy ears ran to him with a blanket (where did the blanket come from? Thought the father as he relived the dream).  The father circled towards the boy.

There eyes met.  The father said, “I know someone like you.”

“No you don’t!” shouted the boy.

“Yes, he knows what it’s like to be stranded without someone to talk to.  To be alone.”

“Who?!”

“My son.”

“He has you!  He has you!” shouted the boy, who had found the strength in his thin legs to stand up and walk towards the father.

Things were getting hotter … the father felt the sting of flames on his hands and arms….

***

The father returned to the airport, mentally speaking.  Amazing how the conscious mind can leave, while the body remains.

“And now you know what to do,” said Dace.  He walked away.

The father overcame his initial dumbfoundedness, and accepted the message from the dream.  When his son had finished the game he was on, he asked for the Blackberry back, so that he could add a reminder to his calendar….

***

A few weeks later … the father and son were back in the Washington, D.C. area — specifically in Bethesda, Maryland at the NIH research hospital to do more tests.

While on pass (where patients can leave there rooms and can go to the playroom or off-campus for a few hours), the father encountered a boy who looked like the one he’d seen in that sci-fi horror dream/nightmare that he’d relived at the airport, when that mysterious thin dude who looked like a young David Boreanaz had said something about a Looney Tunes character that made him remember that dream.

The boy walked into the playroom and started playing air hockey by himself!  The father pointed that out to the son, who said, “You go play with him daddy.  I want to keep playing the Wii.”

So the father put down his wii-mote (as opposed to remote — don’t you love how new words get invented every second now?  It’s a wonder we can still understand each other) and asked the boy if he wanted to play.  He eagerly said yes … and they went on to play two grueling air hockey matches that went back and forth, forth and back.

“You’re good, kid,” said the father.

“And you’re fast!” said the boy.

“Hey, you kept up with me, so you did real good.”

The boy smiled.  They walked over to the son, to watch his progress on Mario Party.

***

The father realized that, while there were no magic cures for diseases like NEMO at the moment for his son, there was a cure for loneliness — basic human kindness.  Fun interactions with others was a healthy activity that made this life more bearable for the patient and the caregiver.

[Dream: kind of a repeat of that Star Trek episode with the teenager who had never had human contact, except the father is Captain Kirk and is trying to reach him, and ends up being sympathetic to the boy's plight, even with his fits of anger!]

[After the dream, maybe we'll see the father being patient with other kids who are socially stunted due to being isolated with their conditions, unable to interact with other kids for fear they may get sick]

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The following are email exchanges between Damian and I, from around May 20th, 2009. I think a book revolving around Stalin and Hitler would be best … with the big O being, uh, inspired by Stalin, and a group of world leaders like Putin, Ahmedinejad, Jong, Quadaffi, and others filled with the wrath of Hitler — crazy political book, with Ricter Z’thms ending possible to give perspective and say, our problems are smaller than they seem:

Currently recording ambient sounds at Books-a-Million for the RoJ audio book … Had crazy controversial book titles going through my mind earlier, like Spirit of Stalin or Spirit of Hitler. The concept would be we, as a society, are embracing the socialist and fascist beliefs of the WWII dictators. Somehow, Hitler cursed future generations to this fate, or maybe the Realtor made a deal with Stalin back then to set us up today. Talk about retcon! Anyway, I like the magic power ring aspect of the controversial titles. “Stalin’s Deal, Hitler’s Curse” … yeah, there’s power in that ring.

If you were to briefly outline a story for that, what would you focus on? How would you present the three acts of that tale?

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That’s weird. I hit “Send” and then heard a clip on Limbaugh where this guy was ripping the Big O and comparing him to Stalin and Hitler. ‘Nuff said.
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…. Currently recording ambient sounds at Books-a-Million for the RoJ audio book … Had crazy controversial book titles going through my mind earlier, like Spirit of Stalin or Spirit of Hitler. The concept would be we, as a society, are embracing the socialist and fascist beliefs of the WWII dictators. Somehow, Hitler cursed future generations to this fate, or maybe the Realtor made a deal with Stalin back then to set us up today. Talk about retcon! Anyway, I like the magic power ring aspect of the controversial titles. “Stalin’s Deal, Hitler’s Curse” … yeah, there’s power in that ring.

If you were to briefly outline a story for that, what would you focus on? How would you present the three acts of that tale?

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I’ll think about this. Sounds hot

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That’s weird. I hit “Send” and then heard a clip on Limbaugh where this guy was ripping the Big O and comparing him to Stalin and Hitler. ‘Nuff said.
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…. Currently recording ambient sounds at Books-a-Million for the RoJ audio book … Had crazy controversial book titles going through my mind earlier, like Spirit of Stalin or Spirit of Hitler. The concept would be we, as a society, are embracing the socialist and fascist beliefs of the WWII dictators. Somehow, Hitler cursed future generations to this fate, or maybe the Realtor made a deal with Stalin back then to set us up today. Talk about retcon! Anyway, I like the magic power ring aspect of the controversial titles. “Stalin’s Deal, Hitler’s Curse” … yeah, there’s power in that ring.

If you were to briefly outline a story for that, what would you focus on? How would you present the three acts of that tale?

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Okay, I slept on this. Writing from the heart, we can focus on the fascism we embraced post 9/11 vs. Muslims, and how we readily surrendered rights at airports, ETC. Talk about free speech running amok on the Internet- this would be a great craigslist attack. From the socialism standpoint, we can focus on bailout mentality, banks, auto, refunds, Obamanation, etc. We can discuss all the political manifestos we tackled on the Skew, like your mortgage theories and the 1984 class system, and how its necessary. We can tackle the role of the MEDIA, and their character assassinations and Free Passes in help fostering the proletarian’s beliefs and to support a leader. If you want to tone down controversy, you can make fictional names of the presidents in the book, a la 24. Or..if we want to be labeled as a controversial right-wingers to increase publicity, feel free to use Obama.

If you wanna go sci-fi/fantasy:
The Spirit of Hitler

1) Dr. Stein introduced Hitler to the occult when Adolf was a bum, and told him about the Spear of Destiny. Dietlinde Eckhart pushed the occult on Adolf during the revolution. Hitler eventually found the Spear and his soul, of course, went in it after he committed suicide.

Dietlinde Eckhart, Hitler’s evil mentor:

‘Follow Hitler ! He will dance, but it is I who have called the tune !’

‘I have initiated him into the ‘Secret Doctrine’, opened his centres in vision and given him the means to communicate with the Powers.’

‘Do not mourn for me: I shall have influenced history more than any other German.’

2) As soon as the new millennium hit, people DID forget about the Holocaust and Adolf’s infamy, as people grew tired of Israel’s constant demand for justice. With the absurd growth of the Internet and short attention spans, Hitler has been relegated to black and white footage on the History Channel. With revisionist history, and politically correctness, the demoralization of society enables The Spirit of Hitler to return. We are in a new Holy War: West vs. Islam. We are in a socioeconomic war: Poor+Middle vs Rich. We are in a cultural war: Black vs White.

3) The Spirit of Hitler was on fire post-9/11, and embodied Bush. The passion and hatred for “Osama” and “Saddam” burned. The American War Machine was ready. The MEDIA was ready. The government and citizens were ready. After time the sheep got burned out. The Spirit jumped to Obama. The sheep followed. Fast forward to the future Glenn Beck, Michael Savage, and Rush Limbaugh warn us about: full lockdown for the RICH. The Spirit of Hitler is a Hate Monger, it doesn’t believe in Nazism; Nazism was a tool of hatred and aggression. Same with the new Black Nationalism that has become stronger in this future. Future Obama- now distant- created a state based on liberalism and “equality for all”, but in practice it is sick a la Cuba/1984 (RED SON comic). The American Dream has become an American Nightmare; Welcome to Earth-O.

4) Hollywood ending: A Michael Crichton group of people find the Spear and destroy it (and of course are the backbone of the novel via research and how they have been affected by all of the hardships); the empire crumbles. Back to basics and appreciation of our rights, and what American Spirit is.

4a) Childhood’s End ending: Sim it! The sphere of influence shifts to China + Japan. U.S. becomes third world country, broken into factions, like Russia. China takes Taiwan, invades Japan. Pollution gets worse and worse. Overpopulation. No escape. Viruses/plague starts doing everyone in. China creates a manned starship to Mars with their politicians and slave labor- humanity’s last “hope” for continuing the species, as Earth is inhospitable to life. They arrive on Mars to find…

The Spirit of Stalin
All the main these are the same as above, but with a more socialist stamp. [let's face it, communism = fascism = totalitarianism in practice]

1) Magical Runes from Scandinavia. Stalin used these to gain power, and used them to become immortal on his death bed. The runes were written and described in an ancient tome, which was used by Stalin’s loyal scientists.
2) With Russia not dealing with Democracy very well, and the rise to power of Chavez, the mainstay of Castro, the Great Wal*Mart of China, communism has been catching fire. Add Iran and Palestine to the mix. Bush’s U.S. foreign policy (imperalism)just fueled it more, as the U.S. became public enemy #1, while France agreed.
3) The Book was eventually passed on and fell into the hands of a young civil rights attorney in Chicago. Obama then saw the Way, and new what he had to do.
4) Hollywood ending: Fight magic with magic.
4a) Childhood’s End ending: The high-stakes game of World Chess takes a turn for the worse, and we have World War III. Fast forward a thousand years and to see what evolved from a nuclear holocaust, and what has remained.

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Or both. Or menu select. Or be inspired for something else.
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… Currently recording ambient sounds at Books-a-Million for the RoJ audio book … Had crazy controversial book titles going through my mind earlier, like Spirit of Stalin or Spirit of Hitler. The concept would be we, as a society, are embracing the socialist and fascist beliefs of the WWII dictators. Somehow, Hitler cursed future generations to this fate, or maybe the Realtor made a deal with Stalin back then to set us up today. Talk about retcon! Anyway, I like the magic power ring aspect of the controversial titles. “Stalin’s Deal, Hitler’s Curse” … yeah, there’s power in that ring.

If you were to briefly outline a story for that, what would you focus on? How would you present the three acts of that tale?

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Excellent concepts and options! Whew!

I like writing from the heart, of course. I think we can bookend that with flashbacks at the beginning and end, and hints throughout, of a living Stalin or Hitler (or both? Ultimate Villain team-up?).

There was a book Zane Black gave me awhile back, Spandau Phoenix, that had a surprise ending and hints throughout, with flashback beginning. Loved that book, and WWII conspiracies in general. Following a similar format could work.

Let me think about it some more….
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Okay, I slept on this. Writing from the heart, we can focus on the fascism we embraced post 9/11 vs. Muslims, and how we readily surrendered rights at airports, ETC. Talk about free speech running amok on the Internet- this would be a great craigslist attack. From the socialism standpoint, we can focus on bailout mentality, banks, auto, refunds, Obamanation, etc. We can discuss all the political manifestos we tackled on the Skew, like your mortgage theories and the 1984 class system, and how its necessary. We can tackle the role of the MEDIA, and their character assassinations and Free Passes in help fostering the proletarian’s beliefs and to support a leader. If you want to tone down controversy, you can make fictional names of the presidents in the book, a la 24. Or..if we want to be labeled as a controversial right-wingers to increase publicity, feel free to use Obama.

If you wanna go sci-fi/fantasy:
The Spirit of Hitler

1) Dr. Stein introduced Hitler to the occult when Adolf was a bum, and told him about the Spear of Destiny. Dietlinde Eckhart pushed the occult on Adolf during the revolution. Hitler eventually found the Spear and his soul, of course, went in it after he committed suicide.

Dietlinde Eckhart, Hitler’s evil mentor:

‘Follow Hitler ! He will dance, but it is I who have called the tune !’

‘I have initiated him into the ‘Secret Doctrine’, opened his centres in vision and given him the means to communicate with the Powers.’

‘Do not mourn for me: I shall have influenced history more than any other German.’

2) As soon as the new millennium hit, people DID forget about the Holocaust and Adolf’s infamy, as people grew tired of Israel’s constant demand for justice. With the absurd growth of the Internet and short attention spans, Hitler has been relegated to black and white footage on the History Channel. With revisionist history, and politically correctness, the demoralization of society enables The Spirit of Hitler to return. We are in a new Holy War: West vs. Islam. We are in a socioeconomic war: Poor+Middle vs Rich. We are in a cultural war: Black vs White.

3) The Spirit of Hitler was on fire post-9/11, and embodied Bush. The passion and hatred for “Osama” and “Saddam” burned. The American War Machine was ready. The MEDIA was ready. The government and citizens were ready. After time the sheep got burned out. The Spirit jumped to Obama. The sheep followed. Fast forward to the future Glenn Beck, Michael Savage, and Rush Limbaugh warn us about: full lockdown for the RICH. The Spirit of Hitler is a Hate Monger, it doesn’t believe in Nazism; Nazism was a tool of hatred and aggression. Same with the new Black Nationalism that has become stronger in this future. Future Obama- now distant- created a state based on liberalism and “equality for all”, but in practice it is sick a la Cuba/1984 (RED SON comic). The American Dream has become an American Nightmare; Welcome to Earth-O.

4) Hollywood ending: A Michael Crichton group of people find the Spear and destroy it (and of course are the backbone of the novel via research and how they have been affected by all of the hardships); the empire crumbles. Back to basics and appreciation of our rights, and what American Spirit is.

4a) Childhood’s End ending: Sim it! The sphere of influence shifts to China + Japan. U.S. becomes third world country, broken into factions, like Russia. China takes Taiwan, invades Japan. Pollution gets worse and worse. Overpopulation. No escape. Viruses/plague starts doing everyone in. China creates a manned starship to Mars with their politicians and slave labor- humanity’s last “hope” for continuing the species, as Earth is inhospitable to life. They arrive on Mars to find…

The Spirit of Stalin
All the main these are the same as above, but with a more socialist stamp. [let's face it, communism = fascism = totalitarianism in practice]

1) Magical Runes from Scandinavia. Stalin used these to gain power, and used them to become immortal on his death bed. The runes were written and described in an ancient tome, which was used by Stalin’s loyal scientists.
2) With Russia not dealing with Democracy very well, and the rise to power of Chavez, the mainstay of Castro, the Great Wal*Mart of China, communism has been catching fire. Add Iran and Palestine to the mix. Bush’s U.S. foreign policy (imperalism)just fueled it more, as the U.S. became public enemy #1, while France agreed.
3) The Book was eventually passed on and fell into the hands of a young civil rights attorney in Chicago. Obama then saw the Way, and new what he had to do.
4) Hollywood ending: Fight magic with magic.
4a) Childhood’s End ending: The high-stakes game of World Chess takes a turn for the worse, and we have World War III. Fast forward a thousand years and to see what evolved from a nuclear holocaust, and what has remained.

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From: anthony.decarvalho@gmail.com [mailto:anthony.decarvalho@gmail.com]
Sent: Tuesday, May 19, 2009 12:42 PM
To: Damian Hospital
Subject: DS Audio Book

… Currently recording ambient sounds at Books-a-Million for the RoJ audio book … Had crazy controversial book titles going through my mind earlier, like Spirit of Stalin or Spirit of Hitler. The concept would be we, as a society, are embracing the socialist and fascist beliefs of the WWII dictators. Somehow, Hitler cursed future generations to this fate, or maybe the Realtor made a deal with Stalin back then to set us up today. Talk about retcon! Anyway, I like the magic power ring aspect of the controversial titles. “Stalin’s Deal, Hitler’s Curse” … yeah, there’s power in that ring.

If you were to briefly outline a story for that, what would you focus on? How would you present the three acts of that tale?

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The Childhood’s End-type ending could be visualized in a dream that has Dace has, with the hope that future can be averted.

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