Bringing the Fire
Volume Two of The Lonesome George Chronicles
The battle for America rages deep in the heart of Texas and from sea to shining sea, as citizens from all walks of life fight against both the invaders and the collaborators in Bringing the Fire.
Familiar characters return, including reluctant freedom fighter Whistler, the vengeance-driven Molly Ivins, and George W. Bush, who is trapped in the darkness of a protected bunker as communications with the outside slowly fail. Determined to serve his country to the last, he undertakes a dangerous escape from the safety of the bunker. Loyalties are tested and people die as the last elected President of the United States races to save what is left of America.
Welcome, Instapundit readers. This is a mirror from my site, roymgriffis.com, which was wiped out in the devoutly-to-be-wished-for Instalanche.
(Note: this is the original English version of an Op-Ed piece I was asked to write for Swiss newspaper Tages Anzeiger on what the election means for the United States)
That surprised not only the Hillary faithful, but a lot of conservatives as well, including me. Because, frankly, most of us (including the candidate herself) figured the end of this movie had already been written.
A very nice review over at Whispering Stories.
“Meeting Charlotte Braninov again was like becoming reacquainted with an old friend. We meet her on her journey from her homeland of Russia on board a ship bound for London. Travelling with her, are the compatriots she met during her imprisonment at the hands of the Red Army. During the sea crossing we witness a different side to human nature when benevolence takes the place of brutality. Charlotte’s altruism continues to shine through as she builds a life for herself and her companions in England.
The “Swiss Journalist” wrote: Hi Griff, hope things are well. Can we talk on the phone tomorrow? I have to ask you something…
And I thought to myself: This is how it starts.
For those who don’t know you, introduce yourself, your writing and booksGiven name Roy Madison Griffis.
Roy for my mom’s father.
Madison from my dad’s father. He was born in deep south, and his birth name was Marion Madison Griffis, but my own father had an inkling such a name might cause me trouble in the growing-up-and-surviving department, so he opted for the middle name.
All that being said, most people call me “Griff.” I was in the Coast Guard about 30 seconds before I became Griff for the rest of my life.
My writing? Along the way, I’ve written plays, poetry, short stories, and screenplays. Last ten years or so, I drifted into novels. Prior to that, I’d been making the rounds in Hollywood, and gotten really tired of facing the committees of MBAs who gave “notes” on your scripts. The turning point was probably when I’d written a screenplay set in the Korean War, and it had––unsurprisingly for anyone who knows anything about history–– Chinese Communists as antagonists. One MBA said “Hold on, I need to make sure it’s okay to have the Chinese as bad guys.” Dude, it’s the Korean War, about a million Red Chinese soldiers dropped by one winter day to give a .50 caliber raspberry to Doug McArthur and the UN troops.
Oh, then I got good news. I was informed it was okay to have Chinese villains. I stopped trying to schlep my screenplays shortly after that, which was just as well, since people stopped being interested in reading them.
Haven’t discovered the title for Book Four (the last, I swear!) of my By the Hands of Men series.
But I did finish the first part (working title: “Ringside at the Circus of the Fallen”).
I’m hard at work on the next section, which I call “A New Love.”
Meanwhile, a peek of me back in my “Getting Paid to be Errol Flynn” days, when I was the 61st Aviation Rescue Swimmer in the Coast Guard.
Rare photo of me in my dry-suit…that water in San Francisco could be cold. The dry-suit is discolored from the time I was crawling around the very greasy engine of a sinking fishing boat, trying to stop the leak. Ah, youth.
by Roy M. Griffis •
This seems to be the question a lot of perplexed Europeans are asking of Americans: “Why in the world would you vote for Trump?”
Before we begin, google the term “JournoList” and the name “Jonathan Gruber.” I’ll wait.
Quickly, you’ll discover that JournoList was a private email list made up of a number of writers and reporters for major news organizations in the United States. In 2008, this private email list of the people who craft and create the news presented to Americans declared themselves the “unofficial Barack Obama election committee.”