For Blog Eyes Only
I apologize again for not writing as regularly here. I am concentrating more on Substack, especially now that I have the pay option there, and some people are paying to support my work. I urge all of you to subscribe to me there, at donaldjeffries.media. I offer everything for free on Substack, but if you want to support me, you now have that option.
When we last left our hero, he was still dealing with the aftermath of his brother’s inexplicable and inexcusable death. Ricky’s death has been a hard thing to shake. I still can’t believe he’s gone. No other loss has ever effected me like this. The frustrations I recounted, with Social Security and other places in attempting to tie up the last vestiges of his life, continue unabated. I just received another modest pension payment for Ricky, in the account that no longer bears his name. I notified them, and they took his name off the account. That was what they told me to do. I also spoke to them on the phone too many times. I’m not making another call. They must want me to have this lucrative sum.
I never got Ricky’s last Social Security payment. You know, the one they first demanded I send back, then two days later declared that he actually didn’t owe them anything. Life is often a bureaucratic nightmare, so why should death be any different? I am also dealing with family issues. I won’t call them out in public, but let’s just say no one else appears to be taking his death as hard as I am. You hear about families fighting over money and possessions at times like this, but Ricky had little money and fewer possessions. So I don’t even know why there would be any dispute. I sent out the information for his May 7 memorial to many extended family members, and requested an RSVP so we have a head count for lunch. That was over a month ago. Three people have responded.
A record number of Americans are dealing with the loss of a loved one. The insurance companies are up in arms over the fact that the death rate for those aged 18-64 rose an alarming forty percent last year. And millennials- our children- are dying at 84 percent in excess of their expected mortality rate. Those figures ought to be commanding the attention of our “free press” and “elected” representatives. But instead they are concentrating on the penis-piano playing comedian in Ukraine and imaginary “White Privilege.” How many of these excess deaths were like my brother’s? People entering the killing fields our hospitals have become, for unrelated reasons, and dying from the deadly COVID protocols?
Celebrities alone are dropping like files. Bob Saget? How do you lie down and go to sleep after your head has been shattered to such at extent it was compared to landing on it from a twenty foot fall? Meat Loaf seemed pretty healthy when he appeared on my friend John Barbour’s “Talking Movies” podcast. He died shortly thereafter, of “COVID,” after apparently publicly blasting vaccines. Ah, the Hollywood irony. Bobby Rydell became another of the far too many entertainers I communicated with while writing On Borrowed Fame to pass away. The list is getting depressingly long. Kind of like all my old friends who’ve died, most of whom I really haven’t kept in touch with, so the number is probably even greater.
I am relying more and more on my faith these days. It’s obvious the massive corruption, at every level of our society, cannot be overcome by human means. This earthly life seems so transient, so meaningless in many ways, that I cannot bear the thought that there isn’t something beyond it. If there is no afterlife, what does our existence mean? Since I won’t consider the propagandized lunacy that we are all mere random specks in an endless universe, I must turn to God. Creation proves a creator. Someone or something beyond our comprehension caused all this, good and bad, to come into being.
We need to have faith in the good force, since those who conspire against our interests obviously have faith in the dark force. All those hand signals- the circle around one eye, flashing the devil’s horns- are not accidental. There are so many occult symbols in popular culture, especially the music world, that it’s easy to believe that some of these decadent celebrities literally did sell their souls to the Devil. There’s a good reason why the Faustian theme continues to be so prevalent. It’s kind of a reversal of the positive message of spiritual restitution found in Dickens’ A Christmas Carol and my favorite film, It’s a Wonderful Life. Yin and Yang. I’ve gone all in on Yang.
It is no exaggeration to say that we’re involved in a spiritual battle. It is truly good vs. evil. There is no question that evil has dominated the proceedings for a very long time, and is currently engaged in blatantly running up the score in a frighteningly tyrannical fashion. Keep reminding yourself that we have the ultimate weapon on our side- the incomprehensible deity that will judge us all. I know most today hate to hear that; they desperately don’t want to be judged. I’m not looking forward to being judged, either, but if there is no assessment of our behavior as human beings, what was the purpose?
And that ends the sermon for today. I can’t figure out how to put a Pay Pal button on this blog, but those of you who are inclined to do so, can contribute to my Pay Pal, which is under the email address email@example.com. For reasons unknown, my wife Jean’s name is on the account, but it is my account. As I mentioned before, please subscribe to me on Substack, at donaldjeffries.media, for more fun rants and ravings. I need more followers on Twitter, while they let me stay there; follow me at https://twitter.com/DonJeffries. If you’re a reader, you should join Goodreads. And when you do, look up my books and give them some love. They need some love.
So many of you have told me how much you loved Bullyocracy and On Borrowed Fame. The sales figures don’t reflect the interest that seems to be out there for those books. If you haven’t done so, please suggest them (and my other books) for your local library system to add to their collection. Please rate my books on Amazon. You don’t even have to write anything now; you can just click and rate it- probably takes 30 seconds or so. Of course, glowing reviews are even better, if you’re willing. I receive so many nice messages of support from all over the world. It would just be even nicer to see these supporters rating and reviewing my books, following me on social media, and popping up in the chat room on my shows.
Enough begging. It’s not easy asking for these things. I cherish the friendships I’ve made on the internet. I consider people like Bob Wilson, Chris Graves, and Peter Secosh some of my best friends, even though I’ve only met one of them- Chris came to town and shared a meal. Many others, like my good friend Tony Arterburn (who again I haven’t met) have been so supportive that I can’t adequately express my gratitude. My celebrity friends like John Barbour, Susan Olsen, Nick Mancuso, and others have a special place in my life. I never in a million years thought I’d ever be friends with people who were and are truly famous.
All my relationships forged via this medium more than make up for all the real life friends who have disappeared. I thought I had a lot of friends, but once I was fired from my long time job, I found out they were really only work acquaintances, like those we attend high school with. Thanks for reading. If you’re doing that, you have my appreciation. If you can support me further in the ways described above, then I’ll be even more grateful. I only write about what I’m interested in, but it means little if no one is reading. I used to pontificate at parties and family gatherings. Now I do it here, and on radio shows. I wouldn’t bother if no one was listening. It’s very comforting to know that you are listening, and reading.
Posted on April 7, 2022, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.
You sound a tad lost in apparent reality. If you’re looking for truth, you will find it when you’re open to receiving it. Prejudiced ears can’t hear truth. Best wishes in all you do. I read your articles in American Free Press.
And read and enjoyed 3 of your books.
Donald, I tried to find a email for you, but this is the closest I could find. I just read your latest post on Substack. I love Meet Joe Doe. You wrote that perhaps many people who take their lives, would not do it if they had someone to talk to. Actually, I wrote about such a case on my blog. I did not put a link to my post at your Substack, because I am tired of being attacked for my blog. If you would like to read it, go to my blog by pressing my avatar, and read in the archives : Sometimes kind words from a stranger are enough to save a life. I included clips from: It’s a Wonderful Life, because the tale that woman told me, immediately brought to mind George praying in Martini’s bar. This was the only way I could think of to get a private message to you. You should list an email for yourself on this blog.
My dad died from the vax on 01/03/22. Already a vicious fight is raging over his estate. Kris
Sorry your brother has passed. You are not alone. We love you. You are the wisdom writer, kind voice, and kindred friend we seek. We love your work and who you are. We choose you as our friend. Our God is Lord and King. He will heal. He will save us. Someday, soon.
I very much appreciate the kind words of support. I hope you’ll follow me on Substack at donaldjeffries.media. Thanks!