V-Log: The State Of The #Scifi #Novel I’m #Writing As Of Sept. 12, 2018

by Shelton Bumgarner

I am starting from the beginning of my novel yet again, but I’m going to be re purposing a lot of material I’ve already written. I’m slowly getting a sense of what this story is about, even though I still need to do a lot of backend hard work that I just haven’t managed to do yet.

But we’ll see. I have one really strong chapter written and it’s just a matter of sitting down and doing the work.

Here’s a sample of the one chapter I’ve managed to write that’s pretty good.

Tagger looked up as he drove and watched as the thousands of small pods he’d just seen fall from the sky along what he assumed was the Virginia – North Carolina border slowly bury themselves into the ground.  He went just across the affected area that was now rumbling, parked his car and stood in amazement as an enormous wall-like structure began to slow ascend from ground nearby. He snapped out of his rever long enough to notice that Nuk had also driven across the border and was standing next to him.

The wall was what looked like 30 feet deep and was quickly reaching at least 30 feet in height. It was slow and steady in its growth and they watched a few cars attempted a last ditch effort to cross the ever-growing wall. Titanic sounds could be heard to their left and right as the the wall destroyed everything it its path towards the sky.

In the middle of all of this, he hear the sound of a strange push notification on his phone. He looked down and saw a new app with a strange icon of three interlocking stars on his smartphone.

He hit the app’s icon and it quickly began to sink in the significance of all of this. According to the App, the wall was the handy work of a galactic spanning civilization which called itself the Galactic Collective. As he watched the wall in front of him grow taller and more imposing by the moment, he struggled to comprehend it all.

It was First Contact. Humanity wasn’t alone in the universe, after all.

A small, curious crowd began to assemble and walk towards the gigantic black wall. After about 10 minutes of constant growth, there appeared to be some stabilization in the height of the wall. It registered that Nuk was live streaming all of this with her phone and without thinking about it, he slowly walked up to the towering wall and placed his hand flat on its surface. This scene became quite historic in the coming days, with nearly a billion views on YouTube  in a week. For his part, Tagger’s mind was having difficulting processing the sheer enormity of what he was seeing.

The first notification on the app also noted that the area surrounded by the wall would be immediately evacuated. How this was going to happen, was unclear. Tagger and Nuk looked in shocked as the realized they were now walled off from the rest of the world. From his initial inspection of the First Contact App, there were some basic things immediately apparent — the Galactic Collective not only was well-versed in human civilization, but they had particular interest in English speakers. The First Contact App was only available in American English, required at least a limited knowledge of some basic Western concepts and seemed directed specifically at what traditionally would be referred to as the Western World.

Tagger then noticed Nuk frantically making phone calls as all of this was happening. It sounded like she was on the phone with her editor in New York City. Once the call was over, she looked at Tagger, her eyes enormous.

“Tagger,” she said. “You’re a star now. Like, a huge star. You’re the first person ever recording touching proof of alien life.”

The shock was beginning to wear off and Tagger looked at Nuk. She was a striking brunette with long black hair that reached past her shoulders

They heard a slow humming sound from the interior of the wall and they looked on in amazement as large holes could clearly be seen forming in the wall in front of them. In a moment something clicked in Tagger’s mind and he started racing to his car. “Get in if you want to live!” he screamed at Nuk.

Within seconds of them closing their car doors, there was a loud “whoosh!” sound as millions of microscopic black objects zoomed past their car. After a moment, the thick black cloud produced by these snowflake-sized probes could be seen dispersing into the cityscape ahead of them. Without thinking, Tagger gunned the gas and made his way through the city.

Whatever the mission of the black cloud, it was sufficiently distracted at the moment that they could make their way safely through the now abandoned streets of the city at high speed.  A small backwater of about 40,000 souls, this was the most excitement the city of Danville had seen since it was the last capital of the Confederate States of America in 1865. The city had seen far better days and up until a few minutes ago appeared doomed to quietly shrink into oblivion.

Driving towards Tagger’s house, they looked intently around them in constant fear they would see the black cloud again .

V-Log: Blue Check Dreams

by Shelton Bumgarner

Dreaming is free.

V-log: ‘Sniglets’ (The End)

by Shelton Bumgarner

Unless something happens:

He was rich.
She was pregnant
End of story.

Logic & Datapoints: The Nitty Gritty Of Bechard / Broidy / Trump

by Shelton Bumgarner

I keep trying to put this imbroglio in the back of my mind and actually, like, be productive, but every time I try to do that, the enormous logic of Trump being Bechard’s babydaddy brings it back to the forefront of my mind again.

Let’s get down to the cold hard facts and logic of what’s going on.

What We Know
We know Bechard had an affair with someone between late 2015 and late 2017.
We know that Trump’s schedule and Bechard’s Instagram placed him in proximity (NYC) to Bechard in the mid-to-late September 2017 timeframe.
We know a child was conceived around mid-to-late September of 2017 and later aborted.
We know Trump has, at least once, “raw dogged” with a woman he was having and affair with (Stormy Daniels.)
We have photographic evidence on Instagram that Bechard was at least outward ok with being pregnant at some point.
We know Bechard at one point had a dog named Ellie.
We know Bechard at some point was referred to Keith Davidson.
— Davidson was the lawyer who represented two other women who signed NDAs with Trump.
We know Broidy used Michael Cohen, Trump’s personal lawyer and fixer to represent him.
We know Bechard got $1.6 million (hardly Stormy Daniels’ ‘nuisance” money.)
We know Broidy was actively seeking access to the Trump Adminstration about this time in the guise of various Arab states.
We know that the day after the first installment of the $1.6 million to Bechard, Broidy gained access to Trump directly.
We know Bechard is interested in the #MeToo movement.

What We Don’t Know.
Anything to do with Trump directly being connected to Bechard other than Cohen and Davidson.
Anything to do with Broidy being directly connected to Bechard other than the NDA, Davidson and Cohen.
Anything in cold hard fact terms about Bechard’s exact state of mind at the time of the abortion.
— Was there a direct quid pro quo?
Anything about how many Playboy Bunnies (Playboy itself?) knew anything about an affair with either Broidy or Trump.

In fact, we have no evidence that Broidy even knows Bechard other than the things directly connected to the NDA.

Outstanding questions:
How come $1.6 million from Broidy of all people? He’s a rando. Why would he give a shit. Or why would he give $1.6 million worth of shit.
How could Donald J. Trump bang Bechard while also running for president and being in the Oval Office.
How could all of this be kept secret if Trump was the babydaddy? Is that proof that it didn’t happen?
How did the WSJ learn of the affair? Why did Bechard’s name only come out later in the day once the story broke?

Existential Questions
Why no comment from Peter K. Stris, Bechard’s lawyer?
Why no comment from Cooper Hefner?
Will it even matter if we prove it was Trump? Is there nothing that will ever hurt him politically, especially on the character side. He would not have done anything illegal and he can just keep babbling about the “Criminal Deep State” and “Spygate” while liberals burst into flames over the hypocrisy of a otherwise “pro-life” president.

‘Broidy’s Baby’ — #Lyrics To A Woke Smooth Dance Pop Track

Now that I’ve run out of angles when it comes to the Trump — Broidy — Bechard imbroglio, I am going to see if I can write the lyrics to a few songs. As I have said, I just like the purity of writing lyrics. This is just me screwing around. But this would be a really smooth, dance track, like something Groove Armada might produce.

Broidy’s Baby
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
please give credit if you produce or perform

he’s not a fool
he’s my man at least that’s the plan
keeps me content with his scratch
may be plump but he’s no lout
I’m proud to say at least for now

Broidy’s baby (x6)

he’s got a woman
so I’m his sidepiece
at least that’s what we’ll tell the press
and police
should the news break of the facts
it will be a trump to all the haters
who love to bring me down
I’m no clown that’s a fact
I’m a class act
because I’m

Broidy’s baby (x6)

don’t you worry
our love will never die
as long as the cash
keeps flowing by my side

we’re all fools for love
undercover in the night
waiting for the fright to pass
the facts will never see daylight
as long as my NDA is air tight

‘Criminal Deep State’ — #Lyrics To Woke R&B Song

Guys, the president is insane. But he does have a way with a turn of phrase. So, in honor of this on-going political horror movie we’re all forced to watch, here are my ham-handed effort at trying to tell a story in verse. The beat to this would like something you might find with The Weeknd. At least, that’s my vision for this.

Criminal Deep State
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
please give credit if you produce or perform

you leave me with my head in my hands
sitting on the side of my bed
wondering about this deep state I’m in
was it all a dream
all that living in sin
it’s criminal what you did to me
fucking with my head again and again

it’s a criminal deep state
out to get me
it’s a criminal deep state
spies all around
spies all around
spies all around

when you told me you loved me
did you have to rub the pain in
with salt from your tears
the state of mind you’ve left me in
fills me with dread
I know I could have done better
but once you left me light as a feather

it’s a criminal deep state
out to get me
it’s a criminal deep state
spies all around
spies all around
spies all around

but you’re gone now
at least I think
sometimes I think I see you
but it’s just the criminal deep state
you left me in

I hope it’s all a dream
the birds I hear tweeting to me
I don’t know when it will end
this nightmare you’ve left me in
but all I know it’s criminal
the state you’ve left me in

it’s a criminal deep state
out to get me
it’s a criminal deep state
spies all around
spies all around
spies all around

‘Demand’ — #Lyrics To A Woke Pop Country Song

I’m just screwing around. This would be a slow country pop song that you could clearly hear the lyrics. It’d be smooth and relaxing but have a “woke” edge to it. I’m using Trump’s “I hereby demand” tweet as the chorus.

lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
please give credit if you produce or perform

we’re all in on edge
wondering what will happen next
will the cops know on the White House door
so you tweet all day long making demands
they make me want to shout

I hereby demand you shut up
I hereby demand you stay quiet you lout
I hereby demand
I hereby demand

there’s so little to say at this point
you’re still in control
on a roll of pain and suffering
making us all scratch our heads in doubt
when will you leave the Oval Office
that’s what we all want to know
and that’s a fact

I hereby demand you shut up
I hereby demand you stay quiet you lout
I hereby demand
I hereby demand

will anyone take notice
when you rub our nose in it
what’s to be done I worry
will your demands be met?

there’s nothing much more to say
your base will always love you
no matter how nuts you are
wish I could roar a little bit louder

I hereby demand you shut up
I hereby demand you stay quiet you lout
I hereby demand
I hereby demand

Tentative Evidence Of A Trump — Shera Bechard Affair #Resist #MeToo

Editor’s Note: While the logic of it being Trump and not Broidy holds up, new evidence has come to light that I’m not able to disclose that makes at least more likely that it was Broidy after all. But as I keep saying, the SDNY may have the proof one way or another.

By Shelton Bumgarner

New York Magazine recently came out with an article that proposed the theory that it was not Republican mega contributor Elliot Broidy who had an affair with Playboy Bunny Shera Bechard, but rather President of the United States, Donald J. Trump.

This is significant because if it was, indeed Trump, the affair would have occurred at some point between 2015 and 2017 when Trump was running for president and actually in office as well. A friend of mine who is really good into snooping into social media has found extremely tentative, extremely circumstantial evidence that if does not prove the affair at least provides some evidence that it was at least possible.

Now, the above doesn’t prove anything at all. But it is interesting that she was having fun at a Trump property pool in NYC, while her alleged lover Broidy is a long-time resident of LA.

The only reason why any of this matters is the internal logic of her affair with Broidy is nowhere near as strong as that of her having an affair with Trump. Broidy has all the makings of a proxy fall guy for a significantly more powerful and wealthy individual who didn’t want a messy end of an affair to harm his political career. Add to this that Broidy would use Trump’s personal lawyer Michael Cohen and things are very curious indeed. Here is a bit more circumstantial evidence. Again let me stress that this could mean anything, but it is weird.

Next up we have some evidence that if nothing else Trump and Bechard were within proximity of each other at some point about the time of when they were supposed to be having an affair. This could mean nothing, it could mean everything.

Now we enter even murkier waters. That of her state of mind at the time she was to have an abortion. This is where things are the most barely holding on to what might be real, and yet if you hold that it was Trump not Broidy then this is definitely interesting if nothing else.

Then the following happens. Things change. She becomes interested in the MeToo movement. What does this mean? Anything? Nothing? Don’t know.

Finally, we have this situation. This is interesting, but we’re really grasping at straws unless something happens that gives us a lot more information.

Trump has long been compared to former Italian Prime Minster Silvio Berlusconi. Berlusconi was impossible to bring down until he wasn’t. He would have been in power forever until he was connected to an underage prostitution ring. The thing about Trump is, as it stands, Trump is a king. As Benjamin Wittes has quipped, Trump is “malevolence only mitigated by incompetence.”

There has been a lot of talk about what could possibly bring down Trump. People keep telling The Resistance to talk about policy instead of Trump’s many scandals. But there comes a point when the scandals get so grievous — like in the instance of Berlusconi — when they finally break the back of his support.

So, right now, the only thing I can think of that come anywhere close to bringing down Trump would be proving he, not Elliot Broidy, had an affair with former Playboy Playmate Shera Bechard. The thing that really bugs me about the New York Magazine piece about the theory that this is the case, is it didn’t really either get into the details of how this might have been the case nor tell us what the political implications would be.

But if we could prove it was Trump and not Broidy then we would have a scandal so devastating that I’d like to think it would give the most oblivious, hardened deplorable pause for thought. Because once you prove Trump had the affair, then what we know of what happened to Bechard becomes significant indeed.

Apparently she had the affair sometime between late 2015 and late 2017. It ended with her having an abortion and getting a $1.6 million payoff from Broidy through Trump’s personal lawyer Michael Cohen. So, Trump would be implicated in not only an affair and a payoff like with Stormy Daniels, but an abortion as well. And there is at lest extremely circumstantial evidence that whatever happened with the affair left Bechard with an interest in the #MeToo movement. So, it’s at last possible that she felt pressured or coerced into having the abortion in exchange for the $1.6 million.

Now, it’s highly unlikely that we’ll ever know one way or another. But it is telling that the SDNY did raid Cohen’s office and as such might have acquired proof one way or another of what really happened between Trump, Bechard and Broidy.

The really interesting thing is that logic tells us it was Trump, we just don’t know enough of the logistics to figure out how Trump could have possibly have pulled off an affair with Bechard while he was in office. The level of secrecy required to pull of the affair is difficult to comprehend.

But I don’t know. I want to believe that the deporables might care if if Trump pressured a woman into having an abortion, but they’ve invested so much into the long con that is Trump that there’s a good chance that even that wouldn’t phase them. And given that Trump has no shame, will never resign and has immunity by way of a Republican majority in Congress, it seems Trump may have achieved a level of power that even Berlusconi would be envious.

Shelton Bumgarner is a writer and photographer living in Richmond, Va. He may be reached at migukin (at) gmail (dot) com.

‘Shithole Country’ — #Lyrics To A Woke Hip-Hop – R&B Song

These lyrics are supposed to be kind of a murky mixture of Prince’s Sign O’ The Times and a Public Enemy song. No one cares what I write, so I’m just doing this for fun, though I am kind of pissed off.

Shithole Country
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
please give credit if you produce or perform

the black man works with a broken back
trying the best he can
but just walking the streets is a danger
especially when the president is a racist fool
so let me tell you about a shithole country
at least for me
the one I have to deal with
as long as Trump’s name is in the land

shithole country
land of the free
shithole country
the one I live with in
as long as Trump is POTUS
shithole country

why can’t we all just get along
why does POTUS have to divide us along lines
the lines found on our face

what a disgrace
what a disgrace
what a disgrace

shithole country
land of the free
shithole country
the one I live with in
as long as Trump is POTUS
shithole country

we still have hope
maybe we’ll awake
and find that this was all a dream
but I’m afraid
the answer is nope, nope, nope

but we’re going to have to fight
fight for our freedom again
we’re going to have to unite
unite this shithole country


‘Canal Street’ — #Lyrics To A Pop Rock Song

This is just me screwing around. Just have a concept and a story to tell in verse. I just came back from New York City and was hanging around Canal Street.

Canal Street
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
please give credit if you produce or perform

walking the street
you never know who you’ll meet
sometimes people are lost
ask meekly for the place
where they’re supposed to meet

we’re all from somewhere else
on Canal Street
we’re all looking for our fate
on Canal Street

the Chinese touts know what it’s all about
they’ve got watches without a doubt
ones for sale that never fail
just don’t get them wet
or at least that’s what they say

tourists bump against each other
looking for their ride home
they hope they don’t get lost
before the bus sets off
they don’t want to be left alone

we’re all from somewhere else
on Canal Street
we’re all looking for our fate
on Canal Street

there’s an excitement that can’t be forgotten
the hustle and bustle of the crowd
can leave you a little stressed out

we’re just a number I’m afraid
stars on the street
hoping to make ends meet
we’re all fleet footed
until the sun sets in the distance
of Canal Street