Hey, how about an exclusive excerpt from OVERLORD, the 8th Kelly Turnbull PEOPLE's REPUBLIC novel, coming this fall?
Here, Kelly preps for a mission!
Ernie Smith let Turnbull in through the back door of the facility, a sterile and generic office building on the outskirts of Dallas. It was not that Turnbull could not have walked in the front door with his ID. It was that Turnbull did not want to. There was the possibility that someone would attempt to take the place of Clay Deeds and presume to order him about and Turnbull preferred not to have to kick some schmuck’s ass all over the spy org’s headquarters.
He had his mission already.
“You got that focused look,” Ernie said as they walked down the linoleum-lined hallway under the flickering fluorescent lights.
“Oh, I’m focused,” Turnbull assured him.
“Word is that Deeds got taken,” Smith said as he stopped at the door of the armory and swiped his key card. The metal door’s locking mechanism clacked, and he pushed through. “I’m guessing that’s why you’re heading into the blue.”
“For a guy no one is supposed to know exists, everyone seems to know Clay,” Turnbull said.
“He’s a player at the highest levels,” Smith observed, walking inside. “Or was. You think he’s alive somewhere in the People’s Republic?”
“I know he is,” Turnbull replied, following Smith through. “They told me.”
“They?”
“Clay is bait.”
“Which you’re taking.”
“I have a plan.”
“So, you’re going to go on a massive killing spree to get him back.”
“That’s the plan.”
“That’s always your plan.”
Smith pushed the door shut. The lock engaged.
The armory was actually rows and rows of weapons of all types and sizes and calibers/gauges.
“Looks like The Matrix in here, Ernie. I like it.”
“You said you needed guns, lots of guns. Well, I got lots of guns.”
“Excellent.” Turnbull smiled like a fat boy in a Cheetos factory.
Candace Owens's most recent antics give me an idea for a new Netflix series: "HELLION" - Mild mannered therapist Bruce McWilliams has a nice quiet psychology practice and a loving fiancée. Nice and quiet, that is, until he admits Candace Owens (in heavy disguise under a false name) as a client. Owens proceeds to:
1) Intimidate and run off all of his other patients
2) Wrecks his relationship with his fiancée, who is forced to flee in hiding with her parents ("Blonde girls aren't nice Bruce... Blonde girls are usually evil and uptight..." )
3) Owens starts dropping Bruce's name in her podcast, portraying him as the mysterious guru who is the source of all of her crackpot ideas.
4) Owens forces Bruce to be on call 24 hours a day, driving him to the edge of insanity.
Think of it as a psychologist's version of what "Misery, was to novelists, just with a crazier and more psychopathic female lead.
Platner Is a Hilarious Symptom of Progressive Failure | New @townhallcom
“Look, it makes sense to be concerned that the progressives who are trying to run a coup on the Democrat Party are now openly calling themselves “socialists,” but don’t forget that we have an advantage. They are morally bankrupt nincompoops who have been beaten by the establishment like the rented mules they are. Do progressive Democrats have any self-respect at all? It’s a legitimate question. The Democrat establishment, those ancient, corrupt, sleazeball party hacks, keep humiliating the eager Leftists, and they keep taking it. They’re repeating the mantra “Vote blue, no matter who” is like slapping a “Kick Me” sign on their collective collectivist back.”
