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No More Time For Sorrow Dr. Robert Beeman

No More Time For Sorrow

Dr. Robert Beeman

Published May 14th 2010
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Kindle Edition
292 pages
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Rogue nations with a nuclear punch might not be able to deliver their bombs here in the Homeland, but they will shop their wares to anyone who can! Terrorists will make their second great attack on the Homeland with nuclear weapons. The story tellsMoreRogue nations with a nuclear punch might not be able to deliver their bombs here in the Homeland, but they will shop their wares to anyone who can! Terrorists will make their second great attack on the Homeland with nuclear weapons. The story tells who will do it, how it will be done, most likely where, and when. This is a war story about what happens when mommy and daddy take over defense of the Homeland, about a country run by people in such denial that only a second mass death of innocent Americans could jog them out of their ideological stupor. Its a story of courage and cowardice, the courage to stand head-up against power and the cowardice to sanction the murder of innocents for political gain. Its a love story about men who love God so much that theyre willing to sacrifice anyone but themselves, including their own Believers — about Americans who love power so much that theyre willing to sacrifice their countrymen as long as their policies remain unquestioned — and about real Americans who love their country so much that they offer to sacrifice themselves in her defense. Its a teaching story containing lessons about ideology trumping survival, political correctness trumping plain common sense, and agenda trumping truth, with a little character-building on the side. But above all else, its a story of Duty holding apart then welding together some very, very good people in the defense of America. Some of the bad guys win- some of the good guys lose. Terrorists kill, bravery exalts, fuses ignite, and lovers find a way. And its a story about simple, average Americans watching their countrys descent into danger and wondering why in the world common sense doesnt prevail — Americans kind of like you and me.A member of Species Homo Sapiens, Genus WASP-MOFUB: White Anglo Saxon Protestant Male — Old Fat Ugly and Badtempered, Dr. Beeman holds advanced degrees in American Studies and History of Technology, a tractor-trailer license, logged a quarter-million miles on motorcycles, and flies as a private pilot about whose competency there are opinions. He lives on eighty acres behind a half-mile driveway with a herd of deer, six motorcycles, the occasional bear, three tuxedos one of which almost still fits, an English car that is British revenge for the Battle of Trenton from the people who built Stonehenge, a 1500-volume library, six computers occasionally networked, a depressingly ordinary wine cellar and Ernie the Rabbit who lives under the deck and has thus far eluded the mating pair of redtail hawks that works the valley. He cuts firewood, paddles a canoe, vacuums rugs, builds buildings, reads The Bible, attend concerts (Mozart, The Stones), wages a losing battle with his reading backlog, writes technical articles that bore even him, programs computers, does laundry and takes from the grill a meatlike substance that guests occasionally eat. He believes all learning is learning and all data are data. His current search for a friend, a companion, a partner in adventure, and most assuredly an eager, ardent lover has so far produced offers of a degree in neurosurgery from the University of Nairobi for four hundred dollars, and for ninety-nine ninety-five a simple home-surgical procedure to enlarge his penis. While not currently under indictment, he admits to being sought by postal authorities for questioning in connection with a scheme to sell off the residents of Lompoc, California, as mail-order experimental monkeys. He believes America is the hope of the world, that the citizens who stand in her defense are the hope of America, and about that he does not joke.