Posts Tagged ‘Council for National Policy’

A detail in the plot of my novel The Compass Master is coming true.

Not that I’m happy about this.  Oh sure, I feel vindicated, but it isn’t good that what I wrote as fiction a few years ago has become today’s truth.

In my novel, I predicted the rise of and collaboration between two real-life, extreme right-wing secret societies: the Council for National Policy and the Knights of Malta.  Okay, so the Knights aren’t all that secret, but they’re very elitist and great at ruthless political tactics.  In Compass, I made the antagonist a member of both.

I wrote that for years the Council has been placing members high in the U.S. government in order to take over it — this is a well-known fact. But almost no one has been paying attention to the Knights of Malta.  In Compass I pointed out that while some of its members perform charity work, a few high-ranking fanatical Knights think they’re more Catholic than the pope and are scheming to exert their control over the Church.

Guess who’s now populating the current White House and its administration.  Guess who’s battling “liberal” Pope Francis and his reforms.  The links between members of the Knights and the Council are now out in the open, and their conjoined power is pretty frightening.

As Esquire magazine reports, Trump’s chief strategist and Council bigwig Stephen Bannon has aligned himself with Knights of Malta power broker Cardinal Raymond Burke. Together they’re “… dragging elements of the Church into alliances with white supremacists all over the world.”

I almost regret giving The Compass Master a rather upbeat ending.  In our real world, some evil people are winning the game on a rigged and deadly chessboard.

It might be time for Layla Daltry fight them yet again.

If you’re interested, here are links to a few articles published within the last few weeks (and sorry that you’ll have to copy and paste these — I’ve been away from my blog so long I haven’t updated the link features yet):

The Washington Post:

NPR: http:

Esquire: http:

The New York Times:

For an older article that has basic facts about the Council, here’s this from the Southern Poverty Law Center:

My Blog Scare

on August 25, 2013 in Misc 8 Comments »

So has this ever happened to you?

Yesterday (Saturday) my blog was gone.  I mean it was off the Internet.  I couldn’t bring up my login-dashboard page or Becoming Layla through Google – nothing!  All I got was a blank white screen with the big word FORBIDDEN and a warning about a server.

So I emailed my friend and tech buddy Alonzo and he managed to fix my blog but what he had to tell me was kinda scary.  Becoming Layla, he said, had been “surgically fucked with.”  Not hacked into because hackers just try to do damage and can be clumsy.  Instead, key components in my blog had been “surgically” altered so that my blog could be shut down and FORBIDDEN.

Why did I get this techie attack?  Well, Alonzo pointed out that my last week’s posting had “about twenty key words” in it that make intelligence snoopers pay attention.  Personally, I find it hard to believe that someone like those assholes at the NSA would bother with something as trivial and irrelevant as my obscure blog, especially since my post was about the WEATHER!  On the other hand, I remember that when I wrote a eulogy for my friend’s mother who had been in slave labor under the Nazis, I got pretty much no spam for days.  Seems the word “Nazi” and related expressions serve as flashing warning signs for spammers.

So maybe now is not the time to mention that in The Compass Master I wrote about (among other things) the Council for National Policy, that shadowy, hush-hush group that’s been called the Who’s Who of the extreme right wing.  YOU HEAR THAT ONE, NSA?

So seriously, my fellow writers, have you ever had your blog messed with by a stranger?

On a completely different note, I’d like to end this post with an encouraging anecdote I read in June’s Vanity Fair about that master writer for the big and little screen, J.J. Abrams.

It seems that when he was growing up Abrams thought of himself as “not a very successful kid” because he was chubby, unathletic, and the object of concern by his teachers.  They suspected he was an oddball and a peculiar voyeur because he loved to watch his fellow pupils with one eye covered as if seeing them through a viewfinder.  What I especially like about this story is that it makes me feel like I wasn’t the only little nutcase on the playground.

And for all you other writers with peculiar habits: Embrace your eccentricities because maybe they’re a sign of future greatness!

Have a wonderful week.