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Boycotting 2012 the Movie

When I saw the movie trailer for 2012, the motion picture seemed to me to be more about a lot of action/blow-them-up scenes than any real plot. Because of that, I decided to hold off on seeing the movie until it came out on DVD.

Then I read certain comments by Roland Emmerich, the director of the movie, which gave me other reasons not to see 2012. When discussing why he had not blown up the Kaaba, the cube-shaped structure in the Grand Mosque in Mecca, Emmerich advised scifiwire.com that:

    “Well, I wanted to do that (blow up the Kaaba), I have to admit,” Emmerich says. “But my co-writer Harald said I will not have a fatwa on my head because of a movie. And he was right. … We have to all … in the Western world … think about this. You can actually … let … Christian symbols fall apart, but if you would do this with [an] Arab symbol, you would have … a fatwa, and that sounds a little bit like what the state of this world is. So it’s just something which I kind of didn’t [think] was [an] important element, anyway, in the film, so I kind of left it out.”

Much as he indicated, Emmerich spared the Kaaba in the movie, but had no qualms about destroying a number of Christian religious symbols in 2012. In Hollywood-blow-them-up fashion he trashed the Sistine Chapel and St. Peter’s Basilica in Italy and Christ the Redeemer Statue in Rio de Janeiro.

So I guess I’m boycotting Emmerich’s 2012 movie for a couple of reasons.

The first reason: If it’s disrespectful to destroy religious symbols for the purpose of fictional stories, then maybe Emmerich should respect all religions and not just those that might threaten harm to him.

The second reason: As long as we kowtow to extremists because they might do us harm, we’re actually encouraging them to continue with those practices. It’s the typical bully in the schoolyard scenario, although unfortunately these bullies have big bombs. As long as you let the bully continue to beat you down or threaten to beat you down, he’s in control. When you stand up to bullies, you end the power of their threats and intimidation.

Mr. Emmerich, I won’t put a fatwa on your head and hurt you physically because I’m a good Christian and don’t believe in that kind of thing. But I will put one less penny in your pocket.

What are your feelings on this? Do you think what Emmerich did was right?

Sneak Preview! SKYKEEPERS by Jessica Andersen

SKYKEEPERS by Jessica AndersenI have a very special sneak preview you tonight from my friend Jessica Andersen! Her latest release – SKYKEEPERS – is in stores now. Jessica is here to share some info on this amazing novel.

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Ancient prophecy holds that 12/21/2012 will bring a global cataclysm. Mankind’s only hope lies with the Nightkeepers, modern magic-wielding warriors who must find their destined mates and fulfill the legends to defeat the rise of terrible Mayan demons.

In Skykeepers, Michael Stone is a man with a dark secret that has skewed his magical abilities dangerously toward the underworld. Seeking redemption, he sets out on a perilous mission to save the daughter of Ambrose Ledbetter, a renowned Mayanist who died before he could reveal the location of a hidden library. The Nightkeepers must find the library before their enemies gain access to its valuable cache of spells and prophecies.

Sasha Ledbetter grew up hearing heroic tales of an ancient group of powerful magi who were destined to save the world from destruction. She never expected that her bedtime stories would come to life in the form of Nightkeeper Michael Stone, or that she’d hold the key to the warrior’s survival. As Sasha and Michael join forces to prevent the imminent battle, sparks of attraction ignite between them, and they’re forced to confront the unexpected passion that brings them together … and also tears them apart.


He’d thought he’d steeled himself for the familiar kick of attraction, the lust that hadn’t faded with their becoming lovers. But need hit him hard the moment he saw her stretched on her tiptoes to return a bowl to a high shelf, her midriff-cropped tee riding up, yoga pants riding down, the two exposing a strip of her taut, strong abdomen, with the soft lines of muscle on either side of her navel, where a trio of freckles drew his eye.

She turned slowly, and when she met his eyes, he saw a reflection of the burning heat that churned in his gut. “Well?” she said softly.

His body moved almost without conscious volition around the pass-through and into the kitchen, where he stopped close enough to catch her light scent over the cooking smells, close enough to distinguish the heat of her body from that of the stove. “What’s cooking?”

She handed over the mug she’d been sipping from. “It’s something I’ve been playing with.”

He knew she had magic in the kitchen, knew she wielded flavors with the deftness of a trained chef and the inspiration of a mage, but still he was unprepared for what hit his taste buds the moment he took a sip. Sensations exploded across his neurons in a blaze of heat, texture, and taste that had him sucking in a breath. There was chocolate, yes, but it was more savory than sweet, taken away from the realm of dessert by a mix of peppers and salt, and things he wouldn’t even begin to match with chocolate, but that somehow matched perfectly. He sucked in a breath. “Holy crap.” Took another sip and rolled it around in his mouth, closing his eyes briefly as the flavors changed subtly, the peppers mellowing to something else. “Nice,” he said, and this time his tone was one of reverence. “Very nice.”

“That,” she said with evident satisfaction, “was exactly what I was going for.”

Eyes still closed, he felt her trying to take the mug back, and tightened his fingers on it. “Leave it,” he said. “I’m at your mercy. Anything you want. Just ask.”

He’d said it partly in play, but also because he remembered what she’d told him back in the beginning, on her first day at Skywatch. I cook when I’m happy or sad, when I’m celebrating with friends or all alone with my thoughts. Which of those things applied now?

He felt the air shift, felt her indrawn breath as his own, but instead of “we need to talk” or any of the female warning signs experience had taught him to expect, she surprised him by leaning in and touching her lips to his.

The kiss was as unexpected as the hint of pepper and spice he tasted amidst the chocolate on her lips, in her mouth. Setting aside his mug, he deepened the kiss, relieved to let it be easy even though a small part of him said it shouldn’t be so easy, that he was skimming the surface of something he needed to be diving into. But then she shifted her hands, sliding them up his chest to link behind his neck and tug him closer, pressing her body to his, and the vibe went true, singing inside his skull with the warm sparkle of red-gold magic.

“Come back to bed,” he said against her mouth. “We’ve got a few more hours to burn.”

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“… a compelling and passionate lovestory.” (4 1/2 stars) Romantic Times Magazine