Thy Kingdom Come

By Louis Bruno

Thy Kingdom Come, details the harrowing story of Tom Bates, whose career is upended when he's cancelled for having an "unpopular opinion" and the world around him is flatlining. But he adapts to the new parameters of his life, but he remembers for the first time, as he breaks his years of silence in an industry plagued with secrets and skeletons that can only be told through Louis Bruno's visionary quality.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Sep 22, 2020
• ISBN: 9781716563393

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Addressing the Issue

Tom Bates, who sat at work, remembering what his phone was, became unimpressed with the day ahead. He was not going to apologize for what he said. It was an opinion and he wasn’t allowed to defend himself. That was big in 2016-2020, when historians want to look back at what they saw, (maybe everyone will be dead by then and no one will bitch anymore?). What aroused Tom’s curiosity is that while he had many friends in the industry, most were putting him on voicemail.

The terror of not having calls returned was a scary feeling. Tom Bates had worked in the industry since the 80’s and he was always a middle of the road liberal, and he always believed in fighting the good fight. A monument of uncertainty. His novels were dangerous in nature. He had protected the unwilling who would go to trial for there crimes, but was a pariah of both sides. It was improper to guide himself to alcohol, but he was sure his agent was shitting bricks. Tom wasn’t surprised that the amount of death threats he had in his career, but to be effective is to have death threats from both sides.

What Tom Bates did mind is that his agent, Gale, was being harassed for what he said. Through his twitter page he did issue a statement: If you want to harass me, go ahead, but leave my family alone. They had nothing to do with this. His agent, Gale Berkowitz, who he told, was not against it. It was legitimate and it made sense. Gale had been with him throughout the years, but it was hard for her. Most agents didn’t like to be the target of an author’s work.

The opportunity to harass Gale and the publishers always came in handy with politicians who thought they could mischaracterize the work. But those battles seemed easier today than being stuck to fight off Cancel Culture. It’s a plague that makes older entertainers keep there mouths shut even more, because it’s a vendetta made against creators, and they don’t care who they hurt. It’s the world of social media and making things more important than they are. Tom’s age did show.

He wasn’t acclimated to social media and the less the author said the better. It was his livelihood to consider. It was his name he had to protect. But the overwhelming screeching, or riii, of the social justice warrior NPC’s (Non Playable Characters) were another breed. But until then, his agent never spoke about this. This is when Tom made such promises. He never saw social media as the end all to be all.

People had the right to there opinion, which wasn’t what most high art writers thought. It’s only revealed in personal letters after they are dead that would besmirch there legacy. It was definite in the will to pursue what is sufficiently better off, confusing such who face the scrutiny of the mob. But they were worse than what was offered by such who face the death of men who speak out, Do not go on social media.

Tom Bates kept his mind and phone off. It wasn’t like he was doing anything wrong. Saying an opinion wasn’t a crime anymore right? The problem is: it was. Being critical was necessary to a work of art, but the opinions of a finished work, being reviewed, did not matter to Tom Bates. It’s either a hit or miss, and Tom would always do well in the end. But Cancel Culture, the new anger of the mob’s ability to speak openly and without concern, is not without questionable fixation. They always wanted blood, and to feast without end.

To know that they could destroy someone’s life and think they were special for it. Those were the hall monitors, back in the day. The do-gooders who had no surprising confirmation of what to expect from men and women who snitch on people. The phrase snitches get stitches no longer applied, now it was snitch on people and you will get paid for it. The power of such justification was haunting America. America was still reeling in the worse division in history, and Tom Bates had kept his mouth shut during the 2016 election.

It was hard enough to vote for Donald Trump, but it was worse to think Hillary Clinton was a better candidate. The evidence was always there. The 90’s Crime Bill, and the wave of institutionalized blacks who were jailed for small bags of weed. It was always apart of political gain to do that, and the Dem party had their sins too. But Tom Bates knew it was hard enough to get jobs or keep the dates he was set to talk, but the opinion he said was not even close to his own standards of cancel culture.

Tom Bates sat in his apartment and for the first time, he did fear for his future. Having to apologize for what he said was worse. It was like learning you didn’t belong to your group of peers. They were ready to destroy you without notice. The friends he did have wouldn’t answer his calls. It was there nice way of saying, Sorry I can’t help you. Most of the friends he had, Jewish well intended men, were often silenced by there women who were having panic attacks. Jean Rodenstaff, or Rod as he was called, had a burly white and black beard, would only answer him by text. It was pretty hard, but his wife, Brianne, was screaming all the time.

Jewish women overreacted worse when they knew they were wrong. It wasn’t in Tom’s nature to make it worse for Rob. It was not Rob’s intentions to be enemies, but the business of the 2016 election had forced them apart. Saying what Tom said was heresy and while he sympathized that Tom was right, he couldn’t speak out publicly and help him.

It was like listening to old girlfriend’s when he spoke to Rob, hearing what they knew was the truth, but denied a chance to be sexually active. Tom had always remained sequestered by his own choice, so the noise of the public never once got to him. It was easy to get rid of Apps on the phone, but it felt freeing to turn it off. The opportunity of personally sitting in his office, was a reminder that he was the only person who could make this right.

But the problem is everyone else thought it was different. Gale knew that he would never apologize, and there heated conversations would always make the situation worse. Gale knew that he was right too, but the publishers demanded that he apologize. For an opinion? It was like hearing all the cliques in high school rage against him apparently no one ever got past there lost loves. People, at there core, were tribal and they didn’t care what people thought.

Tom sat in his apartment and he knew that while the sobriety of men who thought they could control the situation was worse than expected. He had handled so much more controversy back in the day it felt like nothing, but everyone else was freaking out. It made the situation jarring as it was no surprise to those who felt the evidence of man permit such callous thinking to begin.

The idea that having an opinion was out in society felt like another brainwashing technique. The evidence no longer seemingly looks to be the case. Helicopter parent attitudes were the norm. As Gale continued to plead with Tom, he defied her. It was wrong to apologize for an opinion, and it wasn’t an overall contingency of who he was.

Having to talk to Gale like this was a first for Tom. The understanding was always clear: Leave us out of it, and you will be fine. Tom was always good on talk shows and he knew how to take the heat, but the modern cancel culture is what made every artists quake.

How did people hold companies hostage with social issues when they knew it was no surprise men like Tom felt the same way. But they couldn’t say anything. A death vice took hold of the world, and keeping such men together is not what made a company strong again. The rules were changing by the minute, and one day, Gale was flippant about one thing, but angry that he wasn’t mad enough. Moving the goal post was a phrase that Tom kept hearing in his head.

Staying out of the public eye meant that he was out of touch, but never against the sway of society. Society was defined by epochs and while many discussions started talking about epochs, it was based around the culture of what people actually thought. Most liberals knew that Tom hated racism, but they weren’t preachy about it, but it was becoming clear that wasn’t the issue.

Dave Rubin, a good friend of Tom’s, was seeing things on his show, The Young Turks, that he didn’t like. Calling black men tokens and racially profiling when it wasn’t even needed. On live television, or the Internet. Tom didn’t like it, but he just stopped watching the show and supported his friend Dave.

It was like the world had not yet seen what Dave had seen, but it was apparent in the world Tom was hearing. Tom was kind to Dave when he had alopecia, and accepted his calls. Most of the liberal friends Tom knew were mad that he was still talking to Dave.

This wasn’t being inclusive, but at the time, Tom just reassured them that people need to think differently and he was met with more anger. Tom just sat and listened while these people raged on for twenty minutes, and at the time, it was like a wick burning on flesh dynamite, but if he couldn’t talk to them he made up excuses. It was a vicious cycle being a liberal.

Never allowed to say what you truly feel. To scoff at what people said and never follow through with a debate. To always call people a Nazi or a racist was a death sentence from 2008-15, but it was never a big deal. Fighting with people online was not a part of Tom’s creative life.

He didn’t need the Internet to know who he was as an artist. He wasn’t against the idea of being a good person, but it was like learning that the façade was wearing off. The pride he once felt dropped as most of his friends didn’t help him know that they cared.

His friends were just the opposite of what they felt. Tom sat at his desk and in the early days, it wasn’t so bad. But the anger swept around him on the Internet. Everyone attacked Tom, and while it was in Tom’s best interest to stay out of it, Gale was constantly calling and telling him awful news.

Tom’s response was Don’t listen to it but that only made her sigh with disgust as this was now an everyday phone call. Gale was the same age as Tom, as they both found each other at Simon and Schuster, as she took him on as her client, with her new partner job. Tom’s books were always controversial in the sense that they created discussion about life in the modern era, as it was the result of his Gen-Exer lifestyle.

He didn’t hate the young, as he was always prone to dating 18-25 year old women throughout his life. But Gale and her incessant rantings were new, because in her extremely composed life, it was like watching her turn from friend into a slightly grizzled parent tired of paying his bills. She just ranted at some points, and Tom just put her on speaker phone. He didn’t want to get her ear cancer as long as he could have a say in it.

Many Gen-Exer’s didn’t care about society, but being corporate was. Learning to take criticism is helpful in the creative field. Tom was a professional who wrote his first novel as a thesis for his small town college in Oregon. The Oregon College of Humanities.

Tom was always built out of rugged experiences, and let such demands of the outside world wash over him. It was not in Tom’s nature to overreact, but Gale’s anger was more than he could handle at some point. He didn’t even use his social media account. It was a cancer to society in the modern era. Many scholarly professors were ousted with there personal opinions, and when he spoke to his Oregon writers, he knew there temperament toward the publishing business was half heartedly accepted because not all of New York and LA were the world.

Tom lived in Richmond Virginia, because it made sense to be on the coast, but Tom was willing to go back to Oregon. His guns would come with him too. Even though he didn’t confuse his love of guns with the rest of the world, he cared about guns and freedom of speech, and while this was always the left’s viewpoint, was becoming obviously not there brand.

The problem was complicated, because Cancel Culture thrived off destroying people’s businesses, and Gale, who should have acted like an adult, sounded more like a twenty year old.

Not even in Gale’s twenties did she sound like this. Social Media was a sickness and however the world was on the edge, Tom had no right to interfere with the world. He sat and wrote but it was hard to know that the world hated him for an opinion. Richmond Virginia wasn’t the hot bed of activity in 2016, but the dangers of being unaware was also a crime. It’s as though the goal post was made out of toilet paper cloth and there was no promise of fitting in.

This idea scared Gen-Exer’s who knew it was there turn to face such old age and ridicule. What was scary in 2016 was a definite silence. To remain neutral. Having a side mattered and as Tom acclimated himself to Virginia’s chilly winters and humid summers, it was hard not to notice the evidence becoming clearer.

Gale made sure he knew about it. Tom went without looking at his phone. The time spent on his phone was recorded and he barely even spent an hour on it as he remained better for it. Being cool is the Gen-Exer lifestyle. Having a detached reality from the mob is what made attractive in Tom’s writing. While it was definitely a better response than most boomers acted, it was that simple defiance of learning to remain detached, and never criticize the young because he was young once.

It takes a big person to know that children will know the struggles you faced, and they will recant what they think, probably in private. Tom kept writing on his work as he was allowed to do, and he had saved enough money for a time when he might yet be blacklisted.

That was the old term. Learning that your opinion didn’t matter is what made cancel culture an abysmal reality. No one mattered. Tom never once considered hashtags an art form because he wasn’t of the age to use such weapons, because once you start a movement, it doesn’t belong to you, and nor are you a hero.

Once a book is released, the book doesn’t belong to the author. It’s why a lot of millennials didn’t write because they couldn’t take blowback from the public. They didn’t have the ability to use discourse to solidify there opinions. Millennials were scary creatures as they asked for forgiveness but they attacked without mercy.

The gays did this too. It’s ADHD culture taking form, and for Tom, to take such pleasures in silence and reading philosophical work of Thomas Aquinas, as of late, as he wasn’t Catholic, found space in his day. He didn’t despise fiction or any other writer, as he was ready to consider why the world was the way it was. No matter how much technology advanced, primal nature was always abundant in society.

To destroy statues would mean no difference to the millennials, as they were not apart of the committee to make art. Millennials were a cancer society that thought by curing illnesses meant to destroy the world around them. Tom had no place for such thinking, as it was tribalism. But in 2016, it was apparent that nobody wanted to hear it. It wasn’t hard to feel sympathetic to millennials as they faced an economic down turn during the Obama years, and being in a war with Iraq and Afghanistan didn’t help.

Those years were built out of numbness, as many of there ilk were still living with there parents. As he had an apartment in Richmond Virginia, and a leased apartment in Los Angeles, it was when people were desperate and couldn’t help themselves, is when they started forming mobs. The common misconception about Tom is that he was rich.

Saving money didn’t take a business degree, but a very careful eye over what he needed. He had guns, which he went to shooting ranges, but also, he spent most of his time reading. Tom didn’t play video games, but many of his ex-girlfriends did, and it was like staring into a looking glass. It was frightening but he didn’t mind they had hobbies like that, but it did kill there inspiration to create art.

Most of the geniuses Tom talked to despised cancel culture because it didn’t allow other opinions to be heard. Thomas Pynchon asked him, What is that? The only thing I cancel is a tuna on rye. I like white bread. Tom Pynchon was sly, even in his old age. It was more of a joke to him. They talked about sports and they passed on book recommendations.

Tom Bates, who was never one to impart wisdom, always saw his job to study and see the world through other lenses. To support freedom of speech. When he was told, Liberals don’t think like this, it did bother Tom. The timing of such anger and hatred was when conversations went silent. It’s when an army is about to descend on those who believed in wrong think.

But it wasn’t coming from Republicans, as he was flooded with messages in his DM’s from Republicans who agreed with his statement. It was odd to hear rousing support and promises to buy his work. Controversy did help sell books as he would have been the enemies of their parents today, but the benefit of controversy could only be one sided in the post empire world.

The dust on Tom’s mantle had more opinions than he did ever in his career. It was necessary to be an artist and while it was subtle and indirect, his art had to be the outlook of his life, but most of the time, it was from the outsider’s perspective. Liberals used to feel this way, but it was with a purpose. Sitting in his office, with a Striker Laptop that had a ethernet cable taken out upon his request when he bought it.

He had wi-fi, but it was only for the streaming services on his television, and TOR would be his internet of choice. Having a smart television was nice, but it did make him suspicious of who might be listening. Tom Bates livelihood was books and his apartment was littered with bookshelves, as he had pictures of Gale and his literary friends on the wall, but it was likely his case to remember his own privacy.

After being famous for so long, the issue of privacy was always a problem. Tom Bates kept vigilant as he remembered that being alone meant that he had to decide everything. Some women were just as controlling over what men could spend, but his girlfriends were mostly magnetized to Tom with his way of being so relaxed.

As he often demurred there worries with a chill response, as it made them laugh. Laughter is how he kept people attracted to Tom. Gale was another who had his best interests at heart, but it was like listening to his mother. Gale wanted the best but it was more out of monetary gains lately, and sometimes she never spoke to him for months at a time. Unless he had to face an interviewer, or talk on the phone. For a Gen-Exer,

Tom Bates didn’t hate the media, or find them adversarial, as much of what he said usually didn’t make sense to them. It was like playing back gammon, or checkers, as it was always made off calculated wisdom to say that might tip the conversation toward his favor. What he found now is that the media didn’t want to talk to him. Tom Bates was now public enemy # 1.

When you’re hashtagged on twitter, and it becomes trending, that’s when artists should be worried. Most Millenials couldn’t push the Internet away. It was good for businesses, but Tom Bates didn’t like the typewriter and found himself more adaptable to that. He was around when the Apple II’s were popular, and even before when he had to write his work on a typewriter. His fingers thanked him. Before the computer, he was a pen and paper person, but he was aware of how much paper could be destroyed just to have a perfect rough draft.

Computers were good for when he could be paid to write for magazines, and help him structure his words so that it could met the publisher demands. If he was in a higher populated city, protests could happen, but the South accepted him for who he was. He saved a lot of money living in the southern area of the United States. He loved the way the old monuments reflected a European city, but PC culture is what remained pervasive in the modern era. Like an unsatisfied child that wanted more candy when they wouldn’t eat there dinner, but no one was beat for misbehaving.

What was promising is how Tom Bates would react. Besides, he was a writer who should have been cancelled a long time ago, but he didn’t listen.

Tom Bates, who had his share of controversy had never once dealt with it other than being asked about American Hope as it was controversial for many reasons, but in a way, he had done so much more than American Hope, but it was largely based off the popularity of what the book meant at the time in the 80’s.

Tom never measured success by the past, but it was every reporter’s job to do so. Reporters job is to keep stoking the flames of controversy. Some of his friends in the business did the same thing. They never talked with him about his work because it wasn’t there place to do so. But he learned the techniques on how to avoid the question, and if he couldn’t answer it, just give a shrug.

Not everything required an answer, but the desperation in publications to keep relevant was dwindling, and they had to get likes or create some traction. It was a dirty business as it had to be. If the journalists weren’t getting people angry about what they said, it was a problem. Around 2016 the world was facing a cross road, and to think about it now, meant that the days ahead were going to be rough. Gale kept sending Tom Bates scathing articles and it seemed less motherly with each response. It’s like she had a disappointing son who didn’t believe everything she said.

Jewish women were rather dominating in the industry, but the animosity was always felt. It remained simple, don’t upset the mom, because the dad will always hear about it. Jewish dads never had the stomach to punish there kids like the mother’s did. Gale had lost her father’s ability to calm a situation, as she mostly just ignored what others said, but her patience was wearing thin. Gale’s patience before this was legendary. She was a front runner to protect all minority writers, back in the 80’s, but they were a long way from those days.

Gale had her days wrapped in protecting all her clients, but it was harder in the 2000’s. Profits meant more than a writer’s reputation. Tom Bates was just an old man in 2016, but the young girls didn’t seem to mind his age. Losing beauty was not in Tom’s genetic outcome, but much of what he was honored for was praised in the industry. Revitalizing books at every turn when most geniuses petered out to leave the industry for good.

Or teach, which allowed them to write. What 2016 kept reminding him is that Cancel Culture was on everyone’s mind. Tom kept his mouth shut about everything in 2015. Yes, even Jeffrey Epstein, who he told to go Fuck off before he knocked his Jew nose off. It was insulting but everyone in the industry stood behind Tom, but his lawyers handled that for him. He didn’t want his money either, which made Jeffrey pissed.

He couldn’t buy him off. Every Jew thinks they can buy off a heathen until a gun is in there mouth. Tom wasn’t the type of person to threaten people with violence, but it was in those early days when he saw PI’s follow him from the grocery store, and as he confronted them, he slapped there camera’s out of there faces. He had quite a few manila envelopes that were subtle threats, but he wasn’t swayed.

But Jeffrey Epstein never pursued Tom. Gale didn’t like what he said, but Gale didn’t like Jeffrey Epstein either. If the world was exposed to dirt bags like that more often, things would be sane again, but the problem was, how were the publishers paid off? Tom never spoke about Jeffrey Epstein and only commented one time, maybe your problem is with Jeffrey, not me.

Other than that, his book American Hope, was always a best seller around a shooting. Obama wasn’t trying to stop it at all. That was another issue he had that Gale didn’t want to talk about. She came from Hoboken, NJ, where she had a MBA in business, but a bachelors in English, as she pursued her chances in the publishing industry.

Gale met Tom in the 80’s when she was at a Oregon Conference for Writers, and she was charmed by him. It was her small lips that revealed her teeth, as she had fixed a gap later on, when she had more money. The gap tooth now fixed was the one thing Tom thought about when it came to Gale. How unashamed she was of her beauty.

Gale had rather delicate hands as she had come from a construction worker father and 11th grade English teacher mother, who had given her a sense of hard work. Tom wasn’t afraid of Gale’s talent and wisdom. She seemed like a people’s person who was very pro capitalist and her Jewish parents recounted escaping both Stalin and Hitler to come to America.

They loved it here and gave up there Russian/German citizenship, as both Hitler and Stalin and killed her family on both sides. There businesses were burned to the ground. Luckily her grandparents knew when it was time to leave. It was this story that made Gale extremely capitalist in nature, but also someone who enjoyed Queen and picnics.

She was a Reagan democrat, as it made her feel more inclined from her Jewish/Russian roots against Communism. Even though she liked Gabriel Garcia Marquez, his talent was not the issue. Gale was a blonde, which was different for her genes, but she always changed it from blonde to red at times. It was further appreciative, confusing like those who did see when it was her chance to be something more. Gale in the 80’s was like meeting a sexual dynamo, but like all Jewish girls, she wanted to save it for marriage.

Tom knew to never promise a woman that he couldn’t help himself. Gale was attracted to him on a craft level. It was further from the will of men who did once look like they share the tendon of creativity. The boundless effort of finalizing the grandness of when they no longer proceed to the finish line.

When Tom sat in his office, it seemed like a long time ago. It wasn’t like he was ready to skip town, but he was safe for now. It’s not like Epstein when he was followed everywhere. It’s indefinite possibilities that make the wisdom encroaching on the limping falsehoods. If there were insults flung his way, it was off the mark. Gale was the only one sending him the insults flying from the Internet, and it was odd.

Gale should have been smarter than this. It should have been easy to put off, as Gale laughed at social media before, but knowing what people think only made the audience more insufferable. Social Media isn’t about being social, it’s about false identity. Please don’t think ill of me so I’ll say the things to pander to people. It’s a pose, an avatar. When he saw Gale’s emails again, Tom Bates just ignored it again. He didn’t reassure her and his conversation with her was growing silent. It was further from the truth, as it was defiant in the wisdom of the ages. Millennials didn’t know who Gandhi or anyone else before they were born because it didn’t matter to them until they were born.

History was a powerful weapon against the ignorant, and it was easier to use when the world was losing its shit. But the worse thing a person could be in 2016 was neutral. It was like remembering who you were. A consequence of being away from the public eye was not trying to answer everyone. Answering people only caved into the demands. He had his time with controversy with American Hope, as it was his stature and poise that made his work infinitely wise but also offensive.

Yes, Tom was offensive as that word differed from person to person. The common man didn’t care about what offended people. It was further toward the truth as it was the same principle that held much of men and women together. To offend and be offended was the pure and simple cause and effect of learning what made the world easier to find in the truth of what was lost. Being offensive meant you knew how men and women were incorruptible. It was like learning a new skill.

To do it without any effort is when Tom Bates knew he was a writer who didn’t have to please anybody, but then again, pleasing his readers was the best job he could have. What the will of men needed was defiance in the face of political oligarchy. The community of lover’s needed poetry, while the young needed a leader.

But neutrality was his purpose of his silence, and there were lots of people exposing themselves to the masses. Loving the public was an odd romance with creators in America, as Tom knew it well. Embrace it or become the next person hung on the rope. It’s not that hard.

It’s akin to having children. You have to give them the wisdom in order to be the adult in the room, or make them earn it. What made the world easier to digest is knowing that there is nothing that can calm the mob. It’s worse when people think you did something wrong and they won’t stop harping on the past.

Tom Bates didn’t have social media for a reason because his work was more important. It was harder to pretend to be for a cause that he didn’t believe in. He didn’t want to be socially active in the 80’s, and he didn’t want to start now. Sometimes a hard headed person has more to say with silence, and 2016 was not the time to be silent. It was looking at a leftist world that had been out of touch, and this didn’t apply to many of the people he was friends with, as he was told this doesn’t feel right and it made sense that he would listen to his own instincts. But Gale was pushing toward him, as it wasn’t in her nature. He would just ignore her, but Gale was so into the news as it made her life unbearable.

This was why Tom Bates didn’t move to New York. It was a virtue signaling place before the term was even coined. It pretended to be socially aware while they were living in posh Manhattan pent houses. They wanted to be defined by there bruises. Reality never matched the guilty white liberals who had everything they wanted, and had to hate there privilege. That’s why it felt odd Gale’s newfound activism. She even praised Communists, which if she was really thinking clearly, would have upset her family. Gale proudly boasted in the email that her parents were upset with her as this seemed like a mid-life crisis attitude. It was like listening to someone become brainwashed by the will to push an agenda that she didn’t believe in. New York City was insufferable. The phoniness is why Tom Bates chose Virginia.

It was a coastal city that wasn’t trying to make sure the world was changing. Forced change was always holding someone hostage. It was learning what the world already knew. It made the larger cities seem out of touch. It’s the constant reminders of what Tom Bates knew that New York didn’t. Creativity mattered, and what he said in defense was ridiculous. Gale was accusing him of being a criminal when he responded (stupidly), All artists are criminals and playing part of politics only betrays there artistic roots, but this only made the situation worse.

She proclaimed, But we need to choose a side. A side? It was like arguing with a fortune teller, as they were trying to ascribe your fate with such clever poise like they were staring into the unforeseen. It was that talking down attitude that made Tom just stop talking to her. The constant need for apologizing is what made the situation more unbearable.

He didn’t apologize for American Hope. Why would he apologize for a comment that people were misreading. It’s the defiance of men who didn’t have the chance to survive in the millennial world always a sinner mentality that made no difference to the logical. Trying to please a group of whiners and complainers was like pretending it made such tension further rebellious as for every twitter blue check marked character another piece of silver for there betrayal mindset.

If people wanted to be left alone they shouldn’t attack others for not being virtuous. Defiance, as a skill, in men, takes years to attain. He didn’t like Reagan that much in the 80’s, but he wasn’t out for blood. The notion of civil discourse wasn’t in today’s society. It pretended it existed through rants that felt less attuned to the will of men who fight, but they are certainly angry. Angry for reasons that feel like dinner decorum as it was personally biased against the will of neutrality.

All would fall on the sword of there hypocritical faith. But again, it was still early, as Tom Bates was doing everything he could to ignore Gale’s passion but her angry voice seemed forced, as if she had a gun held to her face by her bosses, who wanted her to believe in what they thought. Gale was never tough to crack in that sense. What made her give in so quickly? Living in New York in 2016 was like living in two different worlds. Upstate New York, to everyone’s belief, is highly conservative compared to the city’s blue elitism.

When Tom sat in his apartment, he thought of the exiled, such as Dante, whose prescience merely offended all he could. Tom knew how Galileo felt, as much of the war against ideas came as the different times, same principle, as Galileo was exiled by the Church, but it was the opposite in the business world. It was learning that most men who can think differently are not rewarded. The Church in recent memory have come to accept Galileo, and apologized for that time in history. What the left saw is that new Galileos were not participating in mob mentality.

It was akin to hatred, as the industry was reeling to the world changing around them. It was infinitely inconsequential for Tom Bates to speak out because it was not in his best interest. The best damage control is letting people forget what he said, but it remained harder for Gale. The gun to my head thinking was evident as this was like possession, as her words were haggard and forgetting who she really was.

He sat on his couch and he left the window open. If there was such hatred why didn’t he see it? It was like trying to frame an innocent man with guilt, and much of like Galileo faced for making a bold statement about the earth revolving around the sun, it was the wrong think of his time. The deception in learning what defies the masses can come naturally, but understanding history was only for the left to twist against there enemies.

It was an unspoken rule. Call your enemy what you fear in yourself. If the Republicans were racist, it was to hide the guilty white liberal hatred for black people. Even black thinkers like Thomas Sowell was ahead of the curve on that. It was all there taught in the buildings of publishers and thinkers, as it was now becoming clear of the attacks not working on society.

Brainwashing society meant infiltrating all assets of commerce. Communism only works when history was ignored. The defiance in men is knowing when to speak, as the famous quote he was paraphrasing was, When good men do nothing is when they don’t speak. It’s communication that has ceased to exist since 2008-2016.

The evidence was clear and all the sins of the past fifty years were becoming apparent in the group think mentality of the left. Being in power makes there idiocy more delicious. But then again, history didn’t matter to the liars at newspapers. All the news fit to print really meant How much can we lie to make this accessible.

It was learning what the facts were, but facts were made up at some point. Even Gabriel Garcia Marquez made up a news story at some point. All the journalists did it, which is why Citizen Kane hurt the media so bad. Tom Bates saw it as his job to promote the truth and the lie and provide entertainment that could help people see both sides of a character’s duality.

Gale didn’t have kids, but she was certainly acting like a millennial as she was profoundly disturbed by the news and what it said. The newspaper people all lied, but that was from a long time ago when Gale was thinking clearly and no one batted an eye at the news, comparing both NYT to the gossip news as there was a clear distinction.

The providence of subjectivity was being pushed out of liberal