Well I don’t know about you but…

…I’m freaking exhausted.

I’ve written and re-written this entry about five times now.  The whole post was going to be discussing the current state of the right and the left, the hypocrisy on both sides by the accused and those who support them as well as delving deep into this whole insane sexual predator/assaulter tornado of shit we find ourselves in.

However, things are moving so freaking fast and crazy it’s frankly nearly impossible to keep up.

And then you check facebook…that’s a terrible idea.  Because everyone is mad about everything ever in the world, about things they should be angry about, things they shouldn’t be angry about and quite frankly just looking for new things to be angry about.

I am slowly putting a long series together and will wait until this whole thing calms down a bit to post it.  I’m doing this for a number of reasons, A) because there’s so much going on I want to wait for the fallout to see where we all stand.  For example, the whole Roy Moore shit show and to see how many more women come out from the shadows to talk about Al Franken.

B) Maybe this can be a place for people to come and just chill as we get into the holidays.  There are so many voices shouting to the sky and into the abyss of the internet that it’s just way too much sometimes and I think we could all use a little break.

So until after the new year, this will be a place where there are no politics, social commentary or anything like that. Though podcast and YouTube will not be included in that ban.

In other words…

…Fuck it, here’s a story about a Tree.

Conversations with nature: The Pink Tree

As I strolled down the lane, sunlight dappling through the clouds I was struck by the beauty of the tree.  I stopped short, breathed deep and just stared in awe at nature’s exquisite palette.

The tree stood silent, noble and proud.  I closed my eyes, reaching out with my mind for contact, my thoughts forming words.

To my surprise, the tree responded.

Hey Pink Tree. Watcha thinkin’ about? I asked.

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Nothin’ just Pink Tree stuff. It whispered in my mind.

Cool bruh.

What’d you just say to me?!

Um…cool…bruh?

I ain’t your bruh!

Whoa Pink Tree chill!

Don’t tell me to chill you little shit!

Damn Pink Tree what’s your problem?

I don’t have to explain myself to you! Fuck off human!

Whatever Pink Tree…just…whatever.

And thus ends our first installment in the conversations with nature series. More next week.

As for the podcast, nothing new up this week though Angie and I will be recording a number of them this weekend. However you can still listen to the Illuminati podcast and of course watch the video on YouTube.

Though there is a new video up on youtube today about the RFK assassination and MK Ultra. We recorded it this past summer and it has been available on podbean and iTunes for months but never got around to posting it on youtube until now.

Okay, back next week.

Hang in there everybody.

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Okay let’s take a breath…

Hey All,

So I think we can all agree it’s been a hell of a week.  I’m not going to get into what the President said or who’s right or who’s wrong here.

However, I do think a general metric in how you live your day to day life can be summed up as followed:

If the former head of the KKK thanks you for something you’ve said, you’ve said something horrible.  Unless you happen to be the current head of the KKK, in which case…well done ya ignorant, racist bastard.

Angie and I are actually going to be preempting our usual podcast this next Friday and will be airing an “emergency episode” of The Perilous Podcast this Wednesday in which we cover the current shit tsunami and dig deep into the conspiracy behind the alt-right, the far left and what really happened in Charlottesville and why you should actually be way more scared than you already are.

However, in the meantime how’s about a nice way to start your weekend.

Over on The Perilous Podcast site I sit down with Bryant Dillon, co-founder of Fanbase press and fellow writer.  We talk about how comic book super heroes are becoming the new pantheon of Gods and it’s far more light hearted and fun than what’s going on now.

On The Perilous Podcast YouTube channel we have the video broadcast of our Black Dahlia podcast from last week, plus other past episodes in video form.  So you may want to give that a watch.

As for me I’m getting ready to do a bit of traveling.  I’ll be in Denver (I think) in late September for a couple days, followed by a trip to Phoenix in late October and then a jaunt down to Palm Springs in early November, so yay me and my hotel points program.

I’m pretty excited about my novella coming out in January and my new novel set for release in spring of 2018 as well as some other stuff in the works I just can’t talk about right now…but it’s all good.

Look everyone, let’s try to stay calm, maybe even distract ourselves a bit (ain’t nothin’ wrong with that) and enjoy our weekend.

I have a lovely weekend planned as I recoup from my latest Jiu Jitsu injury, including a Tchaikovsky concert this evening, a bit of work tomorrow recording some podcasts followed by a night in and then I’m hoping some video games Sunday followed by a movie before going back to training on Monday.

Plus I scored some great plums at Costco this week so that’s good.

Anyhoo, why not follow the links below for all of your distraction needs.  Pick up a copy of my pulp novel The Geek. or maybe just unplug from everything and go for a nice long hike.

But seriously, buy my book first, I don’t see why you wouldn’t.  Links for that are below.  However if you’re in the Los Angeles area or live in Los Angeles and like supporting independent bookstores why not head into Los Feliz and go to Skylight Books to pick up The Geek in paperback.

Skylight is awesome.  They support and promote local and indie authors and it’s a great place to pick up a book and browse.  I love their counterculture stuff and they have a great selection of quirky fiction.

Plus it’s right down the street from Fred 62.  A great diner with awesome milkshakes, so you can stop by there before or after your trip.

No I am not the owner of Fred 62…but I eat there frequently.

Here’s a link to skylight with their address and hours:

http://www.skylightbooks.com/search/site/jonathan%20latt

And one for Fred 62, because it’s tasty:

http://fred62.com/index.php

Have a great weekend everybody.

Best,

Jonathan

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Oh Good We’re Going To War…Again.

Well there’s nothing like ending the day with a missile strike.

I was already very annoyed yesterday, so this was just the icing on the shit cake that was Thursday.

Well I shouldn’t be so overly dramatic, yesterday wasn’t too bad for me, in fact it was all in all a good day.  But, the news outlets really pissed me off.

And it isn’t necessarily the actual missile strike that annoyed me.  While I think it was a stupid thing to do and at this point a bit of a futile move by a man unqualified to be President of the United States.  I can’t get past the timing, because it seems to me this was done (more than likely) to distract everyone away from the mounting evidence of all the Russian connections to Cheeto Jesus’s campaign.

But it’s also an idiotic move.  Because to do just one airstrike doesn’t do anything.  All it does is set us up to either look ineffectual, or set us up for war.

If we strike once and do not strike again, then the enemy knows we were just grand standing.

However, if the past is prologue we’re heading into another war.  Republicans and most corporate democrats love war.  It’s good for business and good for the economy and really helps fill the 24 hour cluster fuck news cycle we’ve all become accustomed to.

Now, while I make no bones about the fact that I think President Trump is nothing more than a spoiled child with the attention span of a spider monkey on a cocaine bender, do not make the mistake of thinking about how different things would be if Hillary Clinton was President.

If Hillary Clinton was in fact the President, we’d have been in Syria by now.  Hillary Clinton is not a dove, she’s a total war hawk.  I believe we’d have been at war with Russian within a year of her administration and I do believe that if we were not at total war with Syria this would not have been the first missile strike by her administration on Assad’s regime.

The big difference here in my mind is that if Clinton was President I’d have a strong feeling of knowing that while she was going to do it, she is in fact the one who’d be making the final decisions in these matters.

With President Trump I really don’t know who made this decision, what was whispered in his ear and what the real reason for the strike is.

Because President Trump is not a smart man.  President Trump is not an intellectual.  I will say he certainly understands social media and really has some amazing gut instincts on how and when to use the bully pulpit and twitter to his advantage, but that doesn’t make him smart.  It makes him savvy.  Those are not the same thing.

It makes him a 21 year old bikini model with a few million followers on instagram and twitter.

At best it makes him Dan Blizerian.  And while Dan and others of his ilk can be very entertaining and savvy, that does not make Dan, the bikini model or Donald Trump qualified to run and protect The United States of America.

So whoever told President Trump this was a good idea (President Bannon?) has more than just a single missile strike in mind.

Ivanka must have been out of the room when this decision was made, cuz she never would have let this crap happen.  However, she could be behind the latest rumors this morning about Bannon and Preibus being on their way out of the administration, which would actually make me feel better.

Seriously, I don’t care if those two morons are replaced with Gary Busey and Omarosa, it’s better for everyone if they’re out.

In fact bringing in Busey and Omarosa would probably make me feel more safe on a daily basis than I do now.

And that is really sad.

So mark my words folks, we’re going to war, at the very least we’re gonna start bombing the shit out of Syria; but boots will probably be on the ground in a couple weeks as a “relief effort” or “Peacekeeping Force”.

But enough about all that, I want to end today on a story, something that happened to me a long time ago and has become a cherished memory.

Don Rickles passed away yesterday at the age of 90.  I did not know Don Rickles but was a huge fan and did have the pleasure of meeting him.

A very long time ago I was an usher at an AFI dinner honoring Kirk Douglas.  I was maybe 22 years old and pretty overwhelmed by the number of celebrities I was in the presence of.

As the job title implies, one of our main duties was to escort the celebrities to their respective tables when they entered the ballroom.  By absolute pure luck I had the honor of escorting Don Rickles and his wife Barbara to their table.

The table was near the front of the ballroom and that 2 or 3 minute walk with Don and Barbara was epic.  From the minute he saw me it was a non-stop barrage of insults about my looks, my rented polyester tuxedo, my sexuality, my intellectual capacity, basically anything he could think of in the short walk from the ballroom doors to his table.

I think part of him just couldn’t help it, this was who he was.  But I also truly believe that he knew instinctively, from looking at the ridiculous, ear to ear smile on my face, that this short little walk and barrage of non-stop insults was the highlight of my day.

Well he was wrong.  It was the highlight of my month.  To be a young man who grew up watching Don Rickles and now I’m being insulted by him?!  This was amazing!  It was incredible!  It was, to this day, something I think about and the memory always makes me smile.

I got the two of them to their table and wished them a lovely evening and also said how great it was to have met them.  Don turned to me and asked if there was a bar.

I said yes.

He said “Great!  Go get me two Martinis.” He then turned to his wife and asked “And what do you want honey?”

I was not supposed to serve drinks, but when Don Rickles asks you for two martinis you get that man two martinis.  So I did.

I walked back to the table, drinks in hand and placed them in front of Don and Barbara.  Barbara said thank you, Don smiled.

He then motioned for me to bend down and come close, I wasn’t sure what to expect, but he patted me playfully on my cheek with his hand, told me I was a good kid and asked me, very kindly to bring them two more in twenty minutes.

So I did.

At the end of the night as they were leaving, he and Barbara approached me, they certainly didn’t have to, but they did. Don Rickles again patted me on the cheek, wished me luck in my career and then let me know it was just too bad I had a face for radio.

It’s been 20 plus years and I’m smiling now as I recall the encounter.  He was a very sweet man and in his way made it very clear that his insults were not insults and honestly how could they be.

The only time an insult doesn’t hurt is when you know for a fact it is not said with malice.

I truly believe, even though I only met him once, that there wasn’t an ounce of malice in that man’s heart.

Rest in peace you epic, beautiful, bald son of a bitch.

So that’s where I’ll end today, there’s a new podcast up next week.  Angie and I will be talking about Roswell, but you can still listen to the premiere episode before then on podbean, iTunes and a few other places.

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Take care everybody, see you all next Friday.

Jonathan