Bobbi Ann Johnson Holmes

American Oligarchs aren’t Reading the Room

I learned something after the assassination of the United Health Care CEO.  For years I had been hearing about the “elites.” You know those elites, the ones in Hollywood, media, corporations, and in our government. Because of my long ago study of journalism during college, some eleven years before the abolishment of the Fairness Doctrine by the Reagan administration, I viewed journalists in high regard and saw them as a vital cog in democracy’s engine, sanctioned in the First Amendment.

While I recognized the danger of corporations gobbling up news networks and once respected publications, I didn’t necessarily view all journalists working for those organizations as elites. That all changed after witnessing the pearl clutching and moral lecturing by those in the legacy media and talk show/podcast circles.

I’m not saying I condone or advocate violence, but a journalist’s job is to report the news, and an investigative journalist should be finding out why it happened. But when the overwhelming comments left on social media regarding the murder showed no sympathy for the CEO, those journalists clutched their pearls, showed shock at the public’s response, and some went on to lecture the public to do better.

Their responses showed such a blatant disconnect with what the 99 percenters are dealing with on a daily basis. They are either clueless, willfully ignorant, or intentually gaslighting the public. This is not to advocate violence or condone murder, but I understand how people are feeling and why someone might be pushed to violence. And those at the top 1% are doing the pushing.

Imagine you have a pit bull puppy. When you go to feed the puppy you set the bowl of food down, and after a few minutes snatch it away. He eats just enough to keep growing, but he is always hungry. When you sit down to eat a hamburger or steak he smells the food and begs for some. After all it smells so good, and he is always hungry. But instead of sharing, you give him a good kick. 

The puppy matures into an adult dog. He grows tired and frustrated with you always taking his food away, of taunting him with your good smelling food, and those painful kicks. So he attacks. He kills you. While the dog will undoubtably be put down, who is truly to blame for this situation?

Meanwhile, rightwing provocateur Ben Shapiro went on a rant about the evil lefties who showed no sympathy over the CEO, yet he was met with his own followers telling him this was not a left or right situation—it was about up and down.

And then we have our newly almost appointed American Oligarch team of Elon and Vivek gleefully pushing the idea of major cuts to social security, Medicare, Medicaid, and Veteran’s benefits.

Like I said in the title, those boys aren’t reading the room.

Trees and Tears

Don and I decorated our Christmas tree this morning. Our first Oregon Christmas, back in 2021, we purchased our first real tree in years.  Growing up I never understood why anyone would ever buy a fake tree. Plus, I loved how a real pine tree made our house smell.

While our tree in my childhood living room was real, it was also flocked. But Mom let me have my own little green pine tree in my bedroom, where I hung strands of popcorn and added my own decorations.

When I was in high school, I remember being horrified when my then best friend, Karen Witcher, shared with me she had never had a real tree before. I somehow convinced her parents to let her buy a real tree that year, so the two of us went to downtown Lake Havasu City and I helped her buy her first non-artificial Christmas tree and together we decorated it.  Years later, when she was an adult and a mother with a young child, she told me she never went back to an artificial tree.

As for me, I switched from a cut tree to an artificial tree in the 1980s a number of years after we moved to the mountain community of Wrightwood, California. While one would assume we would want a real tree being in the mountains, I switched after worrying about fires. Wrightwood is very dry, and we always had fires burning in the fireplace or woodstove. I worried about the safety of my family; plus artificial trees had improved since those tinsel trees of my youth.

Another plus with artificial trees, they are easier to decorate because you can manipulate their limbs.  And I have a lot of tree ornaments. In fact, we only ended up using about a third of our tree ornaments this year.

I remember when I received my first Hallmark tree ornament. Don gave it to me for a birthday gift right before our first Christmas as a married couple. That was when I started collecting Christmas ornaments—primarily Hallmark, but not exclusively.

I mentioned we went back to a live tree after moving to Oregon. But what I didn’t tell you, I went back to an artificial tree the next Christmas, much to my son’s disapproval. Scott and SeAnne have a real tree. I’m glad for them, but for me, the artificial tree is easier to decorate—and I don’t have to rush to take it down because it dried out.

Now to the “tears” in the title in my blog post.  Decorating the tree this morning involved a few tears. It’s not just because this is my first Christmas without Mom, but bringing out those ornaments stirred some sweet memories.

Those memories involved Scott and Elizabeth when we lived in Wrightwood. Each year when we would bring out the Christmas ornaments, they insisted on taking each one out of the box, inspecting and then playing with them before they went on the tree. I smile fondly at those old memories.

But it’s not just our kids growing up, but our parents moving on. I have no right to feel sad or melancholy, because I’ve spent 70 Christmases on this earth (at least in this lifetime) and most of them have been filled with family, friends, and love. While our parents, grandparents, and aunts and uncles have moved on, they have left behind some wonderful Christmas memories for me to cherish, and because of that, I sometimes shed a few tears.

Holidays and Bookstores

I hope you all had a blessed Thanksgiving. We spent it with our son, daughter-in-law, and several of her family members. Thanksgiving also marked the fifth week since Mom moved on in her journey.

I’m adjusting to my new normal without Mom. I find comfort in knowing she was ready to move on and now free from dementia. In my heart of hearts, I sincerely believe she is spending the holidays with those who moved on before her, like Dad, Grandma Hilda, my Aunt Margaret, and others we both loved and missed.

As you can see, we are putting up the Christmas decorations. Once again our tree is placed by the front door. We don’t have a big house, and it is the only place it fits! Plus we never use that door. As you can see, we have a “back” door on the other side of the room that leads to the back yard. We now need to decorate the tree.

I am also focusing my energy on a project I started almost a year ago, building my own online bookstore. I took a class on how to build the online store, and I hired an expert to help me. It took much longer than I originally anticipated, but when I started, I didn’t take into consideration the books I was scheduled to write, time I wanted to spend with Mom, and other realities of daily life.

But I finally did it! I officially opened my online bookstore without any fanfare. 

Currently the only books available in the store, aside from two Havasu books, are Haunting Danielle and Anna J. McIntyre books in eBook format.  We are working on the print books, and they will be available in the near future, including hardback books. 

Since Tantor Media owns the audiobook rights to the Haunting Danielle series, and Dreamscape Media has the audiobook rights to The Coulson Family Saga, I won’t be selling audiobooks from my online bookstore. However, I will have links at my store helping you find where you can find the audiobooks.

This doesn’t mean Haunting Danielle or McIntyre eBooks will no longer be available at sites like Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Google, iTunes, or Smashwords. They will still be there. But at my store, I will be able to offer specials, discounts on bundles, and autographed copies.  

Having my own store gives me both flexibility and independence.  Authors have no real control over how major online bookstores do business, which may help or hinder book sales.  For example, I know of authors who decided to put their eBooks exclusive on Amazon’s Unlimited program, only to have their accounts shut down because their books showed up (no fault to the author) on a pirate site, thus violating Amazon’s TOS. While many of those authors were eventually able to get reinstated, their stream of income stopped abruptly for days or weeks.  

One time Barnes & Noble abruptly closed my account because they thought I was selling spicy books—I wasn’t. It took a while to work it out, and I often wonder if they would have reopened my account so quickly if it hadn’t been for all my loyal readers who sent them angry emails.

As an author, we have no control if someone else’s online bookstore suddenly closes down or decides not to list our books. Having my own online bookstore gives me a sense of security.

I urge you to stop by the store—its official name is Bobbi Holmes Books at the domain store, instead of dot com. Here is the link:  https://bobbiholmesbooks.store

Like I said, it is a work in progress, and we still have a lot to do on the store. So stop by periodically and see what we’ve added!