Of course Ronald Reagan was gay. A Hollywood actor from the 1950’s, head of the actor’s union and a democrat marries the daughter of a wealthy republican and is backed by rich Californians who fronted for every slime idea of the day. I can envision Ronnie being forced to deny his working class instincts and fall in with the rich and powerful, all with the help of a little old fashion blackmail. The John Birch Society, Hollywood and Ronald Reagan, with his offer of citizenship to Rupert Murdoch ruined the country. And since those years, the fate of women and children has been on a downward spiral despite the quaint results of gay men now too allowed to be trapped in boring marriages. Men who happened to overlook what potential problems might arise out of raising children so far from the mainstream. Are they somehow immune from societal and natural forces kids have to be regular, like everyone else? I have a hard time when I imagine a dark skinned little girl being picked up from nursery school by her two white dads. I feel a global cringe. Kids hate to be different. How the rise of the freaks like Epstein and Musk and their crude attempts to replace women by confiscating babies and grooming them from birth in some netherworld of sex slavery would be comic, if it was a movie. But it was made possible by a coalition of media, government and forces who wish to sustain practices from past centuries involving violent abuse of the masses. This same ruling force is attempting to keep all the offending names from being exposed in the global sex trafficking and blackmail case. Trump only got elected the second time in the belief he would prevent the Epstein files from being released because he is so prominently featured. But the drip, drip, drip as Zorro Ranch comes into focus and the relentless abuse of women in this country is beginning to get the attention of the world.

I think I’ve figured out how this happened, how we are at the end of the road. I have to go back to my childhood with a look at how my brothers fared in that environment. Everything that has happened to me is the direct result of the attitudes and beliefs of four men who had a totally skewed view of their one sister. Not focusing on my issues has been a lifelong effort complicated by having two children of my own who were gobbled up into the morass of middle class American culture in Ocean County, New Jersey in the seventies and eighties. A strange and varied atmosphere, where true bonds are made impossible by a pervasive web of disparate forces all converging on primitive, barbaric philosophies long overdue for, let’s say, restructuring?

So getting back to my Saint Peter’s College English Major older brother, tall and handsome, the absolute pride and joy of one Evelyn Mae Hoster Carluccio and her mother, my grandmother, Blanche Irosia Miller Hoster Daly, a devotee of Pepsi Cola, naturalist, non racist from Lancaster, Pennsylvania. Daniel John goes to New York University Law School, graduates rejects corporate insurance work for small town lawyer. Marries, has children and life is good. Until he is offered an opportunity to invest in cable and since he and his wife have been living well over their means, had no money of their own to invest, went to my parents and had them secretly take out a second mortgage. Which in turn totally changed the dynamic in our boisterous family and made my brother and his wife millionaires, when that still meant something. Of course, it fucked the family mightily. The big brother, who took pleasure in sharing his largesse with the family and reveled in the joy of family life with all our parents, brothers and children. At the beach, in a town with a decent school system and a mostly egalitarian mindset, except for the racist holdovers from the Philadelphia area who sailed Barnegat Bay and so were dispersed throughout the county. It was those people who teamed up, pretending to be opposing parties when in fact they were in “cahoots” with one another. Anyway, this is a novel, but for now, it is simply a warning. Our problem stems from enticing our best and brightest with money, as though money is all. Those very same who then, unless the are sociopaths, in turn suffer from the agony of doing something shameful and not recognizing in time how you had your light dimmed, if not extinguished entirely. That is the root of all the male rage, men are even angrier than women at just how awful things are and how they have been comprised by the rich in exchange for survival for far too long. It is an antiquated system.