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Satire The Trump Dig

Kimjongadon Within Striking Distance? …

The Donaldosaurus is playing second fiddle today as I’ve had to put everything on hold, having discovered no less than four new dinosaurs. Who knew? Close at hand are a Kimjongadon, a Chungkingosaurus, a Rokosaur and a Kittysaurus.

The Kimjongadon was a predator, a johnny-come-lately Cretaceous crocodile, rather than an unusual theropod. He had a strongly developed neural spine, though I only came across a single distal caudal vertebra, as in a two-and-a-half inch backbone. I was unable to extrapolate the species length as the specimen appears to be a child.

The Chungkingosaurus was the strong and silent, herbivorous stegosaurus. It had two rows of spiked plates on its back that seemed to run forever. You can’t miss them. The stegosaurus ruled with it’s dreaded weapon, the thagomizer.  This arsenal featured four to ten tail end spikes, used as a defensive, end-game option.

The Kittysaurus was a theropod dinosaur hailing from the southwest corner of crowded White Chrysanthemum Formation. It was classified as an early “tyrant lizard.” Overpopulation will do that to dinosaurs, even a Kittysaurus. While this animal, proportionately, had the longest hands among non-avialan theropods, I’m out of my element when discussing dinosaur technology.

The Rokosaur was the boy band of Asian herbivores. A basal (not basil) sauropodomorph with soul. Or at least a large body and sturdy limbs enabling it to move about on all fours. Listed at 1.3 tons, with 8 teeth in front (premaxilla) and 19 in the back (maxilla), the Rokosaur was ready for all terrain.

What does this all mean? As mentioned yesterday, I sense the Putinodon is just a bucket of mud away. Will the Putinodon and Chungkingosaurus combine their Troodontidae-Huayangosauridaen wits to keep Kittysaurus and Rokosaur safe from baby croc-pot Kimjongadon? This Trumpassic world depends on it.

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Satire The Trump Dig

Putinodon on Tap? …

I made the startling discovery today of Phalaris canariensis. Birdseed, that is. This hints that with any luck, I may soon discover the remains of the pesky Putinodon, a relatively small bird-like dinosaur that slithered across from the Central Mongolian Plateau during the Siberhackian Era. The Putinodon has a highly unstable classification, having first been thought to be a lizard. With grasping hands, a large brain and stereoscopic vision, he’s much like today’s Procyon, the common raccoon.

If the Donaldosaurus and Putinodon should meet, it would be a Trumpassic first. Expect an Olympian level of macho. Will there be ruffled, fossilized feathers? When the dust is sifted, perhaps the Donaldosaurus had a sour sauropod that day and doesn’t attack. It doesn’t take a political paleontologist to know the Putinodon has been meddling in Rizes cyperaceae (grass roots) since Pangaea broke up into Fordpintosia and Bananaland. So many questions. I love my job.

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Satire The Trump Dig

Scarboropteryx / Mikaceratops Squabble …

I was sipping my morning joe at the excavation site when I noticed there appeared to have been some sort of serious altercation with the Donaldosaurus. I found evidence of a Scarboropteryx and Mikaceratops nearby. It looks like the sniping covered several days.

The Scarboropteryx was a sparrow-sized creature with a tree-dwelling lifestyle and had an unusually elongated middle finger. The Mikaceratops walked on two legs, had short front arms and a beak-like mouth that made a tweeting sound. Not sure what they were doing together, but they were no match when the Donaldosaurus came upon them.

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Satire The Trump Dig

Amazing Geo-Political Find — The Trumpassic Period

D.M.Belisle is a political paleontologist digging into North America’s early Trumpassic Period. He’s dissecting a remarkable fossil that has fueled endless debate. The fossil is of the incredible Donaldosaurus. The name means ‘different lizard.’ It has a huge head with very sharp teeth and weighs in at 2.3 metric tons. It is big. Massive. The biggest.

This major dig promises a true grasp of these turbulent times. Belisle plans to meticulously uncover this historic find bone by bone and will be providing crucial updates in his daily analysis under the heading The Trump Dig. Follow this blog for more.

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Book News

1,000 “Bushwhacked!” Downloads!

No, Martha. Them ain’t bullets bein’ loaded into a shotgun. That thar’s yer free downloads of “Bushwhacked!” yesterday at Amazon, ayup. An’ the free deal is still goin’ on today, by gum.

Editor’s note: Thanks to FreeBooksy for a great promotion.

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Book News

2017 — The Year of the Newfie

Yes, that’s the game plan. My apologies for the lack of updates. I was editing The Dog Behind Me, teaching and there was the call of the foul ball — Arizona spring training beckoning. Back at it, I’m adapting my screenplay Newfie, Come Home! into a novella. Then, with Newfoundland English tongue planted more firmly in cheek, I will cast off aboard Stompin’ Tom’s golden dory to write the Great Newfy Novel. It’s rubbin’ me nerves right raw, waitin’ to set sail. Stay tuned, b’y.

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Book News

Amazon Launches “Screwball” …

Will baseball be the same? Will wit and wisdom triumph over mental health? And what about those Cubs? In satire, as with pitching mechanics and stolen bases, timing is everything. Hence, click below … and play ball, er … read on!

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Rants & Raves

Chewin’ on “Deadwood”

I purposely avoided watching the HBO series Deadwood (2004-2006) lest it influence my own fictional account of the South Dakota outpost’s goings-on in my 1876-based novel Bushwhacked! Now that I’m in the middle of season two, I bring high praise, albeit with one saddle sore.

Ian Shane, who plays the Gem Saloon owner Al Swearengen, is well-deserving of his 2005 Golden Globe award for Best Performance by an Actor in a TV Series Drama. His fierce tenacity and derogatory wit is the embodiment of pure greed and power in the lawless town. The Gem’s manager E.B. Fenton (William Sanderson) is comical in his penchant for speaking his thoughts aloud in near-Shakespearean rants. Trixie (Paula Malcomson) shines in her role as a prostitute with pride.

But while the show’s creator David Milch has done an admirable job of bringing the prim and proper Victorian-speak to the high brow folks, most notably, Alma Garrett (Molly Parker) and Seth Bullock (Timothy Olyphant), it’s the show’s profanity-laced dialogue that often threw me from the period piece.

While Deadwood puts the devil in Gunsmoke and Bonanza, the f-bomb was only a sexual reference until World War I. The 43 uses of it in the first episode are highly gratuitous. Robin Weigert, who played Calamity Jane, must still be cursing “c*cksucker!” in her sleep, it came every other word for her.

The profanity surely comes to contemporize  and gratify today’s Walking Dead-proofed viewership. Apparently Deadwood’s minimal body count needed to be bolstered by f-bombs exploding throughout.

Potty mouths aside, the show is cut-throat gritty. It has a raw energy that plants you in the chuck wagons and chamberpots that were the wild west frontier. The story is reduced to the quick — bare bone elements of character and motivation sans technology in a wilderness environment where nerves of steel battle an itchy trigger finger and a man’s word is sealed with a spit-soaked hand shake.

Like getting thrown from a horse, the initial episode may shock you. But climb back in the saddle or step up to the bar … because there’s more drinkin’ than ridin’ in this blackest sheep of shows on the Black Hills of American history.

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On Writing

A Novel Future …

It’s been two years since I stowed the Morgan Freeman narration and leaped the Grand Canon separating screenplays and novels. I do however keep an eye on the future of animation software. I recently tested Plotagon with a scene from my “Newfie, Come Home!” script … which can be viewed here.

https://plotagon.com/403203

The folks at Plotagon say that within five years their animations will be realistic. The technology is impressive, so much so that you can’t help but wonder what’s in store for authors and screenwriters.

I see a day within the next ten years where — much like the app craze where every computer geek was holed up writing apps for our phones — hordes of writers will get busy adapting novels to screenplay format allowing the animation software to take the story from page to video.

What would this mean? Actors images and voices would need to be licensed. The end-user would chose the story they want to see, select the actor for each character and hit play. A percentage of the viewer’s payment for the movie would go back to the actors. The new “B” movie list might include actors and famous people that have passed away more that 70 years ago, thus placing their image and voice in the non-costly ‘public domain.’ In the next few years, W.C. Fields, Al Capone, Babe Ruth, Gandhi, Al Jolson and George Orwell will join that domain. Imagine the possibilities.

J.K. Rowling is one step ahead of us writers. Her “Cursed Child” is ready to roll out already as a script. Take heart. The rest of us may not have to wait to be best-selling authors to see our works on the screen. The animation technology is a hungry machine and we have so many great stories ready for it to digest.