Thoughts on the “Russians Manipulating Elections” theory!

I kind of want to offer some thoughts about the Trump-Russia-Wikileaks connection for a second. It’s a little complicated and a bit conspiratorial, but I think I have a handle on what’s going on and I would like some thoughts. Spoilers: It ain’t good for Donny.

First off, as annoyed as I am with Clinton about some of the Wikileaks revelations, the fact is that there’s nothing new that I’ve seen – and I spent a good while watching Jordan Chariton of TYT read through these illegal obtained e-mails. I don’t think they change anything, they only confirm that if (when) elected, Clinton will need to be held accountable to the kind of progressive congress we have an opportunity to build.

Second, with regards to the connections, if any, between them all: I was just reading a Chicago Tribune article about how Trump discredits the intelligence briefing he got about Russia’s involvement. That made me remember a time when he actively called on foreign interests to hack into Clinton’s e-mails. ( Now, I’m cool with leaks, right? I think Edward Snowden deciding to reveal just how perverse American espionage on its own citizens was amounted to an act of dubious heroism. This is qualitatively different: This is not using legal access to reveal illegal activity, but rather obtaining illegal access to reveal legal activity. People have a right to protection from unwarranted search and seizure, and Donald Trump publicly begged for – and apparently received! – people to violate that right. Am I saying Trump is involved himself? No, but when he calls for things using the power of a Presidential campaign, he bears responsibility. In my eyes, he has encouraged lawlessness and he has gotten it.

Special notice: He seems to be calling for everything from Clinton’s assassination (yes, he did, twice) to open treason towards the democratic process of the United States Elections. The man is a neo-fascist and he cannot be allowed anywhere near the Presidency. If you’re a conservative and you hate Hillary Clinton, vote for Gary Johnson. You don’t vote for Hitler because Chamberlain is the other big name on the ballot.

Third, and perhaps most importantly, the Russian connection itself. I agree that it’s somewhat presumptuous to point at Russia directly and accuse them of deliberate acts of espionage against us. Of course, Putin’s also ex-KGB and has more than a few axes to grind against us for how we crashed Russia’s economy in the aftermath of the Crimean invasion. However, haven’t you ever noticed how Trump seems to look up to Putin like a successful big brother? Haven’t you noticed that Trump promised Putin wasn’t going into Ukraine – even though he already had? Haven’t you noticed that Trump seems to deliberately turn a blind eye towards Russian aggression? Didn’t you see those pictures of Putin, Michael T. Flynn (Trump’s military adviser!) and – of all people – Jill Stein having dinner together? (

Doesn’t that all suggest that there are, perhaps, some back-channel conversations happening between Putin and Trump’s camp?

I’m not trying to say there is a grand conspiracy, because I have no concrete evidence that the two sides are in collusion. What I do have, however, is evidence of an ideological equity between the two: A tacit sort of “we have common interests” understanding that undermining Clinton’s campaign – and even the legitimacy of the U.S. Elections, themselves – would benefit both sides of the equation. Putin wins by further abusing the American attention span, exhausted by the trials of this particularly deplorable election; Trump wins by creating a cult-like belief that the system is rigged. Recently, three men were caught planning November 9th terrorist bombings of immigrant communities, and they espouse the exact same anti-immigrant, anti-Muslim, anti-American, thoroughly-Trumpian garbage. ( That’s right! Donald Trump’s violent rhetoric has inspired domestic terrorist (“Militia”) attacks! Exactly what a neo-fascist would want, and exactly what Russia might like to see to divide us against ourselves.

I urge anyone who is thinking of Donald Trump to ask yourselves whether or not he’s really putting his country first in this election. Whether he really remembers the sacrifices of heroes on 9/11, whether he understands even an inkling of what our soldiers face should the international order he despises break down, and whether he might have some debts to pay back after Russia so conveniently seemed to step up and help his campaign out. There’s a difference between leaks and theft, just as there is a difference between coincidence, common interests, and deliberate conspiring. I firmly believe Trump to be in that middle group, and whenever Trump suggests something that we later see play out it makes me wonder what the real cost of that cooperation might be. Yes, it alarms me. It should alarm you, too.

Speaking at Decisions 2016 (Adelphi University, October 6th, 7-9PM!)

Hello, friends!

Time a pretty big, if brief announcement! I’m speaking at my alma mater, Adelphi University, at an event sponsored by the History Club called “Decisions 2016: Why your vote matters in all races!” We’re going to be joined by Jamie Diamond, an old friend of mine and a major factor in the Bernie for Buffalo movement (Now called the Liberty Union Progressives) this Presidential cycle. She’ll be sharing some of her experiences, while I’ll be talking about some of the highlights of my time writing The Weekly Freeporter, my old Hyper-Local journalism blog, and how that relates to what we’ve seen this year.

It’s going to be at Blodgett Hall in room 201, Thursday October 6th in good ‘ol 2016, from 7-9PM. It’s sponsored by the Adelphi History Club with critical assistance from Dr. Cristina Zaccarini, as well as the Poli-Sci and Criminal Justice departments. It’ll be a really impressive event, made even better if it’s standing room only so bring the crowd!

A decade’s reflection.

August 29, 2006: My mother passes away after a thankfully short battle with Small-Cell Lung Cancer. She never got to see me publish an article on living with Asthma at an online magazine, a war she helped make sure I was properly treated to survive. She never got to see this website. She never got to see me start teaching children about America’s history. On August 29, 2016, I’m writing a sentimental piece because I don’t know what else to do.

I suspect that time has healed this wound. When I visited her grave today, where my grandmother was all-too-recently interred to rest with her husband who went there when I was young, I said my prayers with a level of acceptance that she is gone and that her pain is over. She struggled raising a child who was often sick, mildly learning-disabled, and occasionally prone to foolish decisions. She had a loving husband and a supportive family around me, which I’m constantly thankful for because there’s really too many people who unfortunately don’t have my luck in that area. When I was at the grave, I felt pain; my fiancee hugged me and I felt better. I visited her parents as well (They’re down the street a few rows at this cemetery), offered my well wishes, then went off. We went to a nearby Nathans; not the one my mom took me to when I was little, the one I would later take her to as we tried to convince her to eat in spite of her sickness, and while I felt tears well up when a song about childhood came on the radio I fought them back and felt alright.

I even managed to be okay when, later today, my dad and I were at McDonalds and some lady started singing some of the same childhood songs that my mom sung to me when I was a baby. Okay. Full-stop. It’s been a decade. The pain has faded in a lot of ways. The fact I can write this for public consumption, well…Hold on. This is stream-of-consciousness, and the fact that I’d like people to read these barely-edited thoughts as they rush from my brain to my fingertips is perhaps a sign of a different kind of insanity. However, with loss comes pain, and with pain comes healing. Maybe I’ve healed.

Then again, maybe tomorrow I’ll break down in tears and blame myself for not crying as much, today.

It’s been ten years. In ten years, I’ve had my shoulder repaired, gotten engaged, lost other family members, nearly lost my father to liver disease and managed to keep him on this side of the veil between life and death, and spent a great deal of time stagnant while moving forward in other ways. She knew I wrote a book; she’d probably not be surprised that I’ve written six. I’m not bragging, but more are on the way because I’m the kind of insane that likes to create stories in my head. She’d probably be happy I write about happy futures, and give characters happy endings. She was a big reader, even if they were standard-fare stories like Stephen King and James Patterson. I bought her books when she was sick, trying to get her to enjoy her time. She taught me how to use the internet as a youth; for a while, I was just trying to get some semblance of normalcy out of her so that she could fight on.

But…In the end, we all fall sometime. Sure, there are doctors doing things like investigating Metformin to see if it’ll extend the Human life. Sure, there’s the ember of hope that virtual immortality through merging with machines might provide us, but in the end all things break down and all people just, well, we die. We don’t know for sure what’s on the other end of that trip, either. We can’t. We can argue that a belief in supernaturality is madness without evidence, just as we can argue that the mere fact the laws of physics exist in a way which allows for conscious thought is perhaps the best evidence that divinity is a thing. I said prayers today, but I know they could be un-heard. I wrote this article knowing it might go un-read by the vast majority of the population of this planet, let alone by a God. She never even knew I got a cat.

It’s times like these I like to reflect on mortality. It’s times like these that I know I’ve been driven mad in some fashion or another by the loss, at the age of twenty one, of my beloved mother who had fought for me every step of my life. But I also know that people die, and that regardless of the right and wrong decisions made during that time, the outcome has already happened and we are where we are. I feel lost, with tears in my eyes and a bit of class-less snot trying to slip out of my nose between sniffles, but…

…Hey, I just used alliteration, one of my favorite techniques. That’s a good sign, right, mom?

–In memoriam of Joanne Pohlman.

My thoughts on the film “Clinton Cash.”

My immediate gut-reaction opinion on “Clinton Cash w/a few quick fact checks, perhaps with some consideration as I write.

The film as a whole speaks to a perceived pattern of ethics that has been significantly reinforced within the last 24 hours. The appointment of Debbie Wasserman-Schultz as an “Honorary” anything for her political movement, merely hours after she was evicted from the DNC for illicitly steering Clinton the nomination, is perhaps the most prescient example I can think of. It no longer feels like wild-eyed conspiracy-porn to suggest, “Well, DWS was put their after she helped Clinton in 2008 specifically to make sure she won the nomination in 2016, then got a parachute out of there into Clinton’s camp, directly.”
That lens, my friends, can transform happy coincidence into deliberate-appearing allegiances. That sustained suggestibility is what the film relies on to convey its message. Does it do so effectively? Extraordinarily so. There is very little question in my mind whether or not anything illegal happened – of course it didn’t, the reigns of legality were firmly in the hands of the ones trusted to reign illegality in! If I were a juror I would honestly be unaware as to where to even begin to untangle this mess. Odds are, the cries of “Lock Her Up!” from the RNC will go unanswered for some time as investigators consider the arguments against the Clinton Foundation and how best to approach them.
However…Recent behavior displays a drastic continuation of the dubious policies of the Clinton Foundation, especially with regard to those considered “The Clinton Orbit” by this film.
The movie was most definitely biased against Clinton from the get-go, however it is biased not on the facts of its case, but largely in its (oftentimes violent) imagery and use of shorter, easier-to-substantiate claims. Sometimes context is difficult to find or follow, and at least once I found myself saying, “Well, you haven’t quite proven these two were even in the this particular place at the same time; few clearly-in-context photos lending me to find few perfect agreements on the ground-floor facts.”  So, it was flimsy at times, and relied significantly on the vulnerabilities of the ones it criticized to create suspicion as to whether or not their particular claim is true.  It feels strangely deliberate, though; like being fed just a taste of chocolate ice cream on any given day of this global-warming decimated summer (Seriously, it’s fucking hot out!) and being instead handed one of those tiny, marsh-mallow foam ice cream snacks.  (You know the ones I’m talking about!)

Since Clinton Cash tries to establish a tit-for-tat pattern of donations to the Foundation in exchange for State Department approvals and arrangements, allow me to say that according to the evidence it presents:  It makes a fair-nearing-good, but far from unbreakable case that Bill Clinton collected speech money “just as a side job” in exchange for preferential treatment by Secretary of State Hillary Clinton.  The only way to prove such a thing might be an audio recording of a conversation or a copy of a physical or electronic document.  Yes, conspiracy theorists, we’ve gotten so deep as to come back around to the E-Mail scandal again, but let’s not get carried away here.  Just because you can’t find something doesn’t mean it ever existed in the first place, and we must presume people are innocent until found guilty, even if we have suspicions.  Unless there is further documentation, I – in my officially-not-a-lawyer opinion – suggest that this is not a prosecutor offense and not a violation of any laws I’m familiar with, in spite of its grossly unethical appearance and operation.  That does not mean that a daring prosecutor might not put this up for an FBI investigation, much as the E-mail scandal was.  It is conceivable that the FBI may investigate and possibly be convinced to indict one or both of them, if they feel particularly prompted.

But if they aren’t breaking the law, we all know this is being released today in exchange for generating some further havoc you will no doubt see at the Democratic National Convention in Philadelphia, starting tomorrow.  My opinion on this is simple:  Democratic Delegates – bound, un-bound, and Super – must absolutely not squander this opportunity to change course.  I have already made my position on how they should vote clear over at, essentially making a plea for them to nominate Bernie Sanders, instead.  I am aware of how unlikely this is to happen, but please take Hillary Clinton’s words seriously when she tweeted, “Vote your conscience.”

If you believe even one of these tales to be plausibly true, you need to reconsider whether or not nominating Clinton president would be a reasonable thing to do.  Clinton herself told you that you should vote your conscience.  You may be overwhelmed with ‘regulations’ and people from all sides giving you advice, and I am aware that I am one of them, citing evidence from in large part another of them to convince you to change your mind or, at least, to resist the vote you may be forced to cast that you might already have regrets over.

Do the right thing and, even if it’s for the first time, vote your conscience tomorrow.  If you think Bernie would have been great but he didn’t get the votes…The people elected you to represent them at this meeting, so represent them the best way you can.  The facts-on-the-ground have changed drastically since the DNC Leaks (compliments of Wikileaks) and the Clinton Cash release.  If your state voted early, many of the people you represent might also have changed their mind on this subject, and would rather see him take the charge.

My warmest regards,
–Jesse Pohlman

A Second Edition of Jesse Pohlman’s “Pillars of the Kingdom” Volume One, is now available for Kindle!

Greetings, travelers!

The other day, after months of work and many edits, I’ve decided that I had done a worthy job of revising my very first novel, the Sci-Fi/Fantasy thrilled Pillars of the Kingdom:  Volume One, “The Forming” (POTK1).  This revision was was originally intended as an after-a-decade effort, but family difficulties and career responsibilities held up its release until this week.  Nevertheless, with cover art that serves as a helpful map of the Kingdom of Emor and honors the original artwork by the talented Jennifer Souza, this book promises to be a much neater version of the first – or, at least, I promise you that it is!

Combining the feeling of Japanese Animation along with Final Fantasy, PotK was my very first venture into the world of writing.  The series, as yet incomplete (a good book needs time to inspire it), is centered around three vital characters:  Branden Frost, Clarice Saffron, and Jacin Lancir.  Each is from a different walk of life within the multi-state Kingdom of Emor: Branden is a highborn elite from Icebridge in Gatamene, a warrior whose speed knows no peer and who wants the best for the common man even as his allies are on the precipice of staging a coup; Clarice Saffron is from Coaslund, is also a warrior, but struggles with her love for another woman in a society that questions such things; Jacin Lancir is a young Gataminian recruit who never aspires to be a hero, but finds out that his ancestors determined his destiny as much as he ever could.

Each has friends, foes, and fears to deal with, but they are joined together by their king to protect their nation from the greatest existential threats they can discover.  Whether its foreign invaders, domestic treason, or even evil demigods seeking to re-create ancient cataclysms, the bonds of this team being formed – later, to be called the Pillars of the Kingdom – will be tested and re-aligned over the course of your adventure with them!

For only a buck, why not take a day off and read this massive, 100,000+ word endeavor by Jesse Pohlman, available digitally only via Amazon’s Kindle!  Don’t have one?  Just run a google search for, “Kindle for my phone” and you’ll probably find one for free!

Song of the Sisters, Book One

About four years ago, in May of 2012, I made the last modification to an Epic Poem I was developing.  Because of an imminent shoulder surgery and other obligations, I never returned to work on it.  Today, I’m releasing the first chapter of it just as sort of a, “how does this sound to you, dear reader?” type of thing.

It’s very different than any of my previous work, or any of my work since for that matter, so check it out and let me know what you think!

Book One
Wherein the Sisters escape from the Tower. They are pursued,
but are unsure whether it is by friend or foe. They determine
how compromised the Tower they built is, and must decide
who they can trust with their vow to reclaim it.


The shouts of treason and the
Trumpets of war echoed against the endless night.
Swords were brandished and bandied,
Spears were readied and raised ,
Arrows, freshly loosed, flew into
The impenetrably dark sky.
Acrimonious roars accompanied the cocking
Of rifles and shotguns, weapons from the World Before,
Lost to the Torrents of Fire which shaped our world anew.

Oh, Muse! Grant me the illustrious wisdom,
The powers of description and visualization,
Needed to describe the Two Sisters descending from
That most hallowed of Towers; their true names lost
Forever to the flow of history, forgotten and fully
Replaced by the justice they forged.

“Sister,” spake the First, her feet gracefully
Brushing over the broken concrete floor surrounding
The Tower they had raised. Their great descent was
Without speed, however, as they landed this figure,
Short and slender, clad in the darkest of robes and
With fibrous obsidian replacing hair, dropped to
Her pale knee. A hand, delicately running along
The shadowy fabric, found a hole over her shoulder
And felt the moist crimson of her lifeblood draining
From a seemingly mild wound. “I must rest,” she
Stated, as teeth gnashed her bottom lip. “I have
Been marked – I do not know by who.”

The second figure, a contrasting visage of
Platinum-colored hair and the brightest of blue
Eyes, folded her arms across her chest. Tall and
Consumed, it seemed, by flowing white cloth, she
Could not resist a frown. “Please, Sister,” implored
The Bright One, “We are far too near the Tower to sit
Idle. Our flight must be now!”

A nod of acceptance adorned the figure of
Night, as her eyes matched her Sisters’ brightness
With an unsatisfiable, dark void. She brushed
Fingertips over that cruel wound, probing its
Depth. The deceit of the one who dealt it was
Deeper than the injury itself. But was it
Poisoned? She could not know.

“We move on,” the Sister of Night proclaimed,
Rising to her feet and standing close to the one of Light.

The white-robed woman made no motion, no
Gesture, yet the winds lifted the graceful pair high
Above the un-reclaimed courtyard of the Tower, and
Carried them well over its tremendous walls, unseen,
Due to a swiftly summoned sphere of shadow formed
From but a whim of the wounded one. They drifted
Passing over their city and resting only upon rooftops,
Only for the most meager of moments. The winds
Carried the Sisters across the boroughs they build
And led them toward the final, exterior walls of
Their home. The gusts scaled them effortlessly, and
Not one guardsman saw them through their shadows.

The surrounding countryside consisted of
Farms, with tiny hovels hosting peasant families
Who loyally worked the lands and fed the city. Under
The Sisters, they had earned a fair wage in return for
Their foodstuffs; a share of their meals and of the
Material wealth of the City. Most of all, they had
Received the protection of the Tower itself, and
Of the residents within. The Sisters themselves
Had made this bargain, yet now they fled across
The lands they had sworn to protect.

Beyond the farms and fields, and far distant
From the wilder lands and rivers that bordered the
Kingdom of the Sisters’ Tower, the concrete remains
Of the World Before, after the Fire Torrent, greeted them.
With Nature’s own green reclaimers creeping cunningly
Up the dull gray slabs, crushing stone into sand
And returning ruins to wilderness, the Sisters
Sought solace from their surprisers. They at
Once found a sturdy enough looking structure,
One which would enclose them on three sides
With stable shelter, and would conceal them from

The pale, dark one promptly sat down in
A rough manner, resting her legs and examining her
Shoulder as best as she might in the dark of night.
She sustained the cloak of shadows which had
Permitted their egress. Her Sister, gracefully,
Advanced to assist her opposite; her white gown
Descended nearly to the dirty floor, yet abstained
From being stained.

“It does not appear deep,” the tanned one
Of light whispered, observing the severity of the
Sliced shoulder.

The Sister of Darkness sighed. “You
Are correct, Zephyr,” she answered, finally
Speaking the name of her most Beloved
Sister. Oh, Muse, they could only have used
Their chosen names, donned as a depiction
Of their destinies. They could Never have
Used the names they were once known as,
From before they became our Great Heroes.
For we could certainly never have heard them.
“It is a most ordinary wound, and it poses
No great danger to me.”

“Delivered,” answered the Sister of
Light, “with the most unbelievable scorn and
Deceit.” Zephyr could not help but lower her
Eyes, those pale, gray-blue orbs, in dismay.
“To think that our Tower would be taken from
Us, after all we have done for its denizens.”

Zephyr’s Sister gazed upon her injury,
Observing as striking crimson slid from the slit
And descended down her supple arm in an
Inconsistent, wavy line. “They will come for
Us, if they are partners in this crime.”

The lips of Zephyr were a dark red,
And they turned toward the most dour of
Frowns that man had ever seen. Her beauty,
Great Muse, could only have been diminished
By this self-inflicted, sorrow-spawned sight. “Yes,
Crash,” she answered her Sister, using the donned
Name of the Dark One. “Or if they are compelled,
As our most loyal, yet mortal subjects were.”

“So you believe it to have been the work of
William, Zephyr?” asked Crash, invoking the known,
Formal name of that Great Betrayer of the Sisters.
“Has Will, taking advantage of his capability to
Corrupt those of others’, destroyed our Tower?”

“William broke the wills of many of our men,”
Zephyr answered cautiously. “Some may have conspired,
But I could not bring myself to end them with so little
Discrimination between the enslaved and the evil.”

Crash exhaled, staring at the blood trailing down
Her arm. “Generous of you, Sister, but it nearly led to
Our unexpected demise. We might not be able to afford
The price of our subjects’ lives should they come for us
Again, their minds conquered, or not.”

Zephyr sat down next to her Sister, tearing a tiny
Piece from her robe as if it were a crystal from a gown
Made of snow. She applied it to the injury that Crash
Had suffered, stymieing the bleeding even as it stained
The white cloth red. “It is more a concern for our
Fellow Endowed to bear. Without the benefit of their
Cruel surprise, our lesser subjects will not have
The tools to harm us at their disposal. They are
Simply not capable of it, anymore.”

Zephyr’s words were calming, and were
Meant to alleviate the worries of her beloved
Sister. Crash, as she listened, did not seem to be
Convinced that they were so impervious to the
Harm that a normal man could inflict. The Dark
Sister set aside her concerns. “We must extend
Due vigilance toward our brethren, then. If they
Were found unable to defend against William’s
Sinister influence, they will be a danger. If they
Cooperated, even more-so. It is worst to imagine
How the threats may arrange themselves. If the
Old Man assails us, even, we must be strong.”

The Sister of Light allowed her slender
Shoulders to rise and fall, softly. She looked
Upon her Sister’s torn sinew once more, and
Felt for a moment a pang of anger that reminded
Her of the past, long ago – and of their uprising.
She quickly suppressed this emotion, and in cold
Logic considered the circumstances. “Well, we
May safely know that Retro and Wisher would not
Fall under his influence. They are our greatest
Friends and assets – but they may be forced, in
The cruelest manner, to serve William’s sinful,
Treasonous interest.”

Crash concurred quietly, her eyes
Remaining open as their pupils devolved into
Dark pools of obsidian. “There are many of our
Apprentices who, loyal or no, will be facing us
Shortly. If Retro and Wisher remain free, than we
Have hope of reuniting our broken kingdom. Now,
However, we have more pressing matters.”

All the wisdom of you Muses must have flowed
Toward the Sister of Darkness in that moment, for
She could not have predicted with greater accuracy
The true nature of the situation. Without warning,
A dark duo appeared at the entryway to the cavern
Within which Zephyr and Chaos, those who Liberated
Us from our weaknesses, dwelled. The Dark One
Knew of Their intrusion immediately, for the shadows which
Concealed the two ladies were reporting the nearby
Violators of that shoddy cement sanctuary.

“It is as I expected, Sister,” quipped the
Dark One, “Sparrow is here. With another.”

“Sparrow?” Zephyr’s voice was tinted with
Concern. She assessed where she stood and drew a
Deep breath, preparing herself for what war the birdlike
One might bring to their doorstep.

A calm voice echoed into the charred hulk of
The building the Sisters sought refuge in. Oh, Muse, it
Was a nervous tone, one that was so far removed from
Violence that the Sisters almost felt it must be a trap.

“Sisters,” Sparrow called, boldness overcoming
Fear at what their wrath may bring, “Do not attack! We have
Come to aid you! It is Sparrow! I come with Sandy! We
Seek only to uphold your righteous rule, and defeat the one
Who deceived our fellow subjects!”

The two ladies, our Heroic Sisters, gazed upon one
Another with suspicion. The one who claimed to aid them
Was bold, to defy this devilish villain; yet they knew with
Full certainty that if they were tricked – if Sparrow was not
Acting of his own will, but of Will’s – that he might well
Know his doom to be impending, but unable to resist. The
Sisters decided his fate.

“Sparrow, you come with Sandy? You may enter,”
Offered the Sister of Darkness, Crash, as she withdrew that
Blanket of Night which protected them from Sparrow’s own
Capability. As the shroud fell backwards, two figures took
Their first steps into the Sisters’ hiding place.

The first was a male, short; with dark hair and eyes,
He looked very much like a bird. His chosen name, one
Selected for the speed it inferred, was represented by his
External presentation rather well.

The second was a woman with skin that seemed to
Be made of small granules of sand. Grainy flesh was
Accompanied by light, brown hair and adorned in a brown
Robe. She entered with her hands clearly visible, and
With no sign of hostility in her eyes.

“We have escaped,” this woman stated firmly,
A look of pain flashing across her rough face. She
Was older, perhaps, than the Sisters or the Sparrow, but
Carried herself with what looked much like health.

The Sister of Light nodded and exhaled, relief
Shining in her sapphire eyes. “It is good to know we
Have the aid of some of our fellows, even still. Our flight
From our city is not so lonely!”

Crash, of Darkness, added boldly; “And our return
Shall not be lonely, either.”

“I had hoped to hear such high dreams,” agreed the
Woman calling herself Sandy. “May I provide furnishings?”
Upon the consent of the Sisters, Sandy fell to her knees and
Touched her hand upon the cracked concrete. The damage
To the building, caused so long ago when the world was
Torn asunder, were quickly sealed back up as bits of dirt
Worked into the cracks and congealed, forming new
Stone. Then, without notice, a quartet of gently-sloped
Seats seemed to grow from the very floor. They were
As comfortable as crafted rock could be, with each
Refugee’s form taken into account by the one who
Sculpted it. Upon resting, the four were then
Separated by a summoned table.

“Does he know you have left?” the Dark
Sister asked the birdlike one.

Nodding twice, Sparrow spread his hands
In an open gesture. “It is impossible to hide the
Facts. Sandy and I claimed pursuit of you, and
He accepted. Either he is happy to be free of us,
Or he is convinced we are under his control.”

Crash’s eyes narrowed in disgust, but
Zephyr, the Sister of Light and wielder of the
Winds, frowned sorrowfully. “I am glad to hear
He might believe you to be lost to him in honorable
Chase. It will make this task much easier, the
Reclaimation of our great City and Tower.”

“We wonder how many others have left
Us for dead,” added the Sister of Darkness, eyes
Falling upon Sparrow and Sandy. “We must be
Willing to seize what we built. Our brothers
And sisters must join with us in number, for Will
Must have subdued our rank-and-file. We must
Prepare for the worst, even as we hope to resolve
This second horror without bloodshed.”

I pray, Muse, to properly tell this tale. I
Invoke upon these pages only what is needed to
Justly portray what these sacred Sisters experienced
In their second war against injustice and the
Exploitation of the Human spirit. It was after her
Gracious Sister expressed again her fears of
Violence that the Sister of Light finally could
Not control her sentiment.

“We failed!” Zephyr conceded with a
Brutal wail, her eyes closing tightly. “We,
Endowed with the hope of our kind, have let
Only the darkest parts of our blessing lay
Claim upon our Tower! We, by pride, did not stay
Vigilant; we did not remember our past, Sister,
And we have lost friends as a consequence!”

Crash, for all of her beauty, appeared
To reflect ugliness in her thoughts. “We have
Fought oppression before, and we have slain
Those who sought to own us. I must remind
My beloved Sister, for I fear she has forgotten
That which first made us, each, of Light and Dark.”

Jesse Pohlman is an educator and author from Long Island, New York.  If you enjoyed this short sample, why not check out his latest novel, Protostar:  An Automatic Apocalypse, available exclusively on Amazon’s Kindle!  It’s a sci-fi space opera that both questions the nature of humanity and embraces space warfare!

Protostar: An Automatic Apocalypse, available on Amazon’s Kindle!

Greetings, friends!

I know this is a bit overdue, but technical circumstances can be a pain.  At the start of December, and just in time for the Holiday season, I released the second novel of the Protostar series, An Automatic Apocalypse!   It is the direct sequel to my best-selling novel, Protostar:  Memoirs Of The Messenger, and besides being a kick-ass sci-fi story it also explores themes important to the human mind:  What is a “soul,” and can machines have them, too?  What makes for a “just” war, or a “just” imprisonment of someone who cannot remember her crimes?

I hope you’ll click on the picture below to whisk yourself over to the Amazon website and pick it up for your Kindle, today!  Don’t have a Kindle?  Download one to your phone for free, using this part of Amazon’s storefront as a jumping off point.  They have them for I-Phone, Amazon, PC, Mac, and more; and it’s all free!  There’s no excuse for you to avoid Protostar:  An Automatic Apocalypse!



Lahira Ocean is the Captain of the Messenger, a cutting-edge Cruiser defending Humanity and its allies against an alien race called The Orphans. After a hectic battle at the planet Gagarin, Lahira awakens from a two-week long coma to find two strangers carefully awaiting her recovery. The first is clearly from the upper echelons of Earth’s government who calls himself Herodotus Fork; the second is distantly familiar to Lahira as a woman named Amber, an ambassador from the Automatons, a ‘species’ of alien who are fully artificial intelligences. Neither are happy to be sitting over her hospital bed.

Lahira is suspected of being involved in an unprecedented attack on an Automaton: During the Battle of Gagarin, Lahira’s ship emitted a strange signal which seemed to corrupt the mind of an elder Automaton, and Amber has been assigned to levy judgment about what happened. Unfortunately for her, the chaos of the ensuing melee led to the Human receiving serious injuries: She was mentally connected to a computer system which shorted out. These injuries – along with others lurking deeper under the surface of her thoughts – have induced retrograde amnesia, meaning she cannot fully explain the events leading to her role in the brawl.

Ultimately, Lahira has to confront her actions during the Battle of Gagarin while recovering from her wounds. She can’t even remember the conflicts she charged into with her top crew-mates, and digging into her recent past only brings up reasons for guilt to weigh her down, making the depths of her pain medication’s buzz more and more enticing. She finds herself in theological debates with a machine who has just as much faith in God as any 25th century Human she’d ever met, in ethical arguments with spies over how wars are fought, and in romantic entanglements with those she’d never imagined she’d developed an interest in.

By the time the conspiracy unravels, the masterminds responsible for Lahira’s turmoil have presented themselves, and Lahira’s ship is assigned to guarantee Humanity’s innocence in the attack. After finding herself to be all-too-Human, can she establish her species’ friendliness to strange alien entities who appear, at least on the surface, to be vastly superior to her? How will she survive the latest round of chaos in one piece?


Today’s conspiracy theory – Larry David and Hillary’s Assault on Donald Trump!

So, uh…Bear with me, here, because this is a bit nuts, but it’s worth considering.

This website ( was promoting this ridiculous idea of paying any random person $5,000 to interrupt Donald Trump on Saturday Night Live. Seems like a dumb stunt that can get you in some moderate amount of trouble with SNL Security and trespassing laws, right? Really dumb, but the kind of dumb that enough people heard it that it must have gotten to SNL itself, yeah? ‘Cuz Larry David interrupted him to claim the $5,000!  But who came up with this silly scheme?

I saw, earlier, that the owner of DeportRacism2016 is a gentleman named Luke Montgomery, owner of another group called BillForFirstLady. This is, essentially, a conspiracy theory in and of itself – Montgomery raises funds to promote Hillary and other liberal causes; and, now, he’s attempted to spend some cash to attack Donald Trump during a comedy show on national TV. Weird as hell theory, right? This guy is essentially funding his own pro-Hillary moves through T-Shirt and other merchandise sales!  Boy, it’s a good thing SNL covers the internet, caught the covert campaign, and countered succinctly by deploying David.

Yet, it serves as just one sub-conspiracy of a much larger article I came across on earlier (since deleted from /r/technology), an article published on by a one-day old Anonymous account, and including alleged screenshots of some FEC filings establishing other connections I don’t have the technical knowledge of PACs/SuperPACs/FEC filings to confirm.  I’m not kidding – it’s a one-day-old account on a website I don’t usually hear of any spectacular campaign-finance chicanery undergoing exposure on, let alone, you know, anything else?  That’s pretty spur-of-the-moment, and we read it as a joke.  The best understanding I can gather of the grand scheme looks (and sounds) like this:

Hillary attacks The Donald wearing a Bernie Sanders Mask.

Mr.   Montgomery allegedly placed a placard of text on DeportRacism2016 that suggests Bernie Sanders’ campaign, or at least allies, were supporting it.  Whether this was simply an advertisement space that got locked up by Bernie’s side, or whether it – as the Anonymous accuser alleges – is a site stealthily owned by Luke Montgomery himself, this sounds absolutely bizarre.  Bernie is direct, while an advertisement network might plausibly decide to spend his ad buys there, the idea of him funding this back-handed attack is ludicrous.  Sanders has had no trouble directly attacking Trump before.  Why this elaborate scheme, right?

Well, guess what?  I just checked the FEC filing for Feel The Bern.  Its treasurer is a fellow named Luke Montgomery, a fellow who happens to live in the same Ohio zip code as the Luke Montgomery who owns DeportRacism2016.  Now my ears are pricked.  That a huge, huge Hillary supporter would suddenly be backing Bernie Sanders is interesting, but not impossible – frustration with politics-as-usual is a Bernie Sanders symptom!  It’s bad enough that this guy owns so many various political groups that he embodies the dark-money hydra his newly claimed leader rejects, he is so zealous to fight Trump’s racism while Sanders on the side that he forgets that he’s this amalgamation of political fundraising machines to attack Donald Trump in the name of justice?

Bernie is openly against all types of this bullshit, avoids such direct personal call-outs to save attention for larger issues, and when he attacks he does so directly.  It sounds highly unlikely that Luke Montgomery is Bernie Sanders’ henchman, but that’s vaguely what he’s portraying himself as when he’s talking through the lens of Feel The Bern.  In fact, this set of screen-grabs contains a lot of other strange information, but if you find that top-right picture on, it does indeed link you to  Okay, now you have proof Montgomery is bashing trump while promoting Bernie.


So next up comes the big step down the rabbit hole:  If it’s not Bernie’s doing, is it just this guy in Bernie’s camp looking to benefit from this deed?  Does he somehow think he’ll make Bernie look good in this exchange?  And what, again, does Larry David have to do with this?  The Medium article that started all this, that at first seemed so hard to believe yet is so far proving to make some credible links between Montgomery’s various shell-groups, is far worse than simply hypocritical.  As with all things Bernie opposes, it’s also bought-and-paid for by the people giving it campaign donations.

It gets worse, and my night of sarcastically looking at a conspiracy theory to pick apart in order to promote a book partially about a global conspiracy is now over, isn’t it?

So, Mr.  Montgomery was campaigning quite hard to get Hillary to run in 2016, putting together (if not releasing) some interesting ads asking people to sign a petition that Hillary would get!  Does it sounds like he really made a huge turn to the left all of a sudden?

There are accusations of e-mail sharing between his various website, a bit of a no-no.  If I’m signed up to FeelTheBern I don’t want e-mails from Deport Racism!  Not unless I deliberately sign up there, too!  But that’s petty poop.

This link contains an alleged letter from the FEC to Mr.  Montgomery informing him that he had of failed to file some receipts and other disbursements in August of 2015.  Still kind of petty poop, although this again embodies everything we should hate about the American political system.  Typically, I’d assume this ends in a fine and a, “don’t do this shit again” warning.

Except our original Anonymous accuser gets pretty specific.

Is Clinton Smearing Sanders?

Is Hillary Funding Smear Attacks?

This file from the FEC alleges that Hillary for America (Hillary’s PAC, also known as paid Correct The Record ( a princely sum of over $200,000 for “research.”  Research?  Well, if Correct the Record is, as their “About” page says, a rapid-response team for attacks on Hillary, 200G’s sounds like a reasonable-ish amount.  Our Anonymous conspiracy-unveiled disagrees, saying at most there should be $90,000 for 3 months of work, but maybe the team at Correct The Record was huge.  Assuming this document is legitimate, it means CTR made some bank on some big project.  That’s all.  It’s shady that one PAC is paying another for “research,” but what can ya do, right?

The Anonymous accuser makes even further strange allegations, that Luke Montgomery works with or even owns Correct The Record.  But I am not alone in failing to find actual evidence of this claim.  The best guess one can get is that the Feel The Bern website and Correct The Record are both very similar in design.   But that’s hardly an excuse!  In fact, it’s deliberately exposing oneself to the danger of being caught out running two competing sites!

Ah.  It seems like this is, for now at least, our trail grown cold.  Perhaps I’ll go back to promoting my novel, after all, but let’s break down what we’ve got so far!


Luke Montgomery is like Montgomery Burns.  He’s got his hands in a lot of pots and some of them are very strange.  We’ve got Donald Trump getting “heckled” by Larry David to keep him from being heckled for real, but…

…Wait.  Larry David?  Heckling Donald Trump?  At the behest of Luke Montgomery, the Hillary Clinton fanboy who owns a Bernie Sanders site?!  Isn’t Larry David looking kind of familiar in those shots from the other night?  Yes!  He’s the guy who played Bernie Sanders in SNL’s mockery of the Democratic debate!

Holy cow!  SNL is in on the conspiracy!  Get your tinfoil and run for the hills!  Only you can decide if there is more to this than meets the eye, or if this is just a few steps on the other side of the crazy train’s tracks!

When not over-analyzing conspiracy theories with only shreds of evidence, Jesse Pohlman enjoys writing sci-fi novels.  Check out The Physics Incarnate Series on Amazon’s Kindle or on Facebook today for more intricate conspiracies that control our world!

Protostar: An Automatic Apocalypse Updates! (Nov 2015)

Greetings, friends!

It’s been a long time since I hit this website with an update, but it’s high time I do so.

The Protostar Indiegogo!

First of all, and quite unfortunately, the Indiegogo campaign to raise money for my next novel, Protostar:  An Automatic Apocalypse, failed rather painfully.  Part of the issue was that I started a new job and didn’t have the time to promote it properly, but that’s how these things go.  The money raised will be going to pay my partner Cecelia over at Artistic Chaos Studios, who most definitely deserves something for the effort.  This is an especially bitter defeat going into November, when National Novel Writing Month is in full effect.  Previously I’d been doing one-year-off, one-year-on with NaNo, and I’d been writing new Protostar books, but…I just don’t have time with this new job.  I want to, and I have some days off where I very well could sit down and write five to eight thousand words a day and be done with it all…But that’s not realistic.

That said!  I’m looking at having a few days off on November 26th and 27th.  One of those days is, naturally, Thanksgiving, and that means there’s no way I can do work on my novels.  However, I’m planning to spend at least one day in that time-frame (26th-28th) working on some finishing touches for An Automatic Apocalypse.  It will see only a Kindle release, at least until it has raised enough money to warrant a hard-copy distribution.

It appears as if my current goal for the Protostar release is November 31st!

With that in mind…

Other updates!

I’ve put out a few articles at The Daily Kos, with the latest being my assessment of Democratic presidential candidate Bernie Sanders as being an “Eisenhower Democrat.”  If you’re interested in politics, check it out!  It’s a bit old, but it’s definitely worth the read since it’s a comparison of his politics to Dwight Eisenhower’s, and not anything dated.

Next in line?  You may remember me mentioning that I had done a second edition of Pillars Of The Kingdom:  The Forming.  It’s definitely a back-burner project, but I’d be willing to put it out on Kindle.  When can we expect me to get to it?  No idea.  If my final pass on Protostar goes well, I might even get the Pillars book started for digital distribution.

For fans of the Physics Incarnate series, well, lest you fear I’ve forgotten you, take heart!  I have not!  In fact, I have been mentally processing various ways to finish the final book out, and I definitely know how it will go.  The biggest challenge is having time to sit down and write it.  Again, new jobs and new responsibilities are quite overwhelming.

I also wrote a short (very short) story some time ago.  It was rejected from its intended publication outlet, but that’s fine – I might give it a final pass and post it up here, for free!

Well, that’s all for now, folks.  Take care!

Artwork Partnership On Protostar With Artistic Chaos Studios!

Hello, friends, I’ve got exciting news!

As I gear up for my next novel release – my first in all too many years! – I’d like to announce that I’ve asked Artistic Chaos Studios, led by the amazingly talented Cecelia Ivy Price, to take the reins of the artwork for the sequel to my 2011 National Novel Writing Month project Protostar:  Memoirs Of The Messenger, aptly titled Protostar:  Automatic Apocalypse!

The next installment of the Protostar series, also written during National Novel Writing Month (2013, this time), is set two years after the first novel.  Captain Lahira Ocean, the star of our particular space opera, wakes up from a two-week coma to find she can barely remember how she got on board a medical station.  After being informed that she had been suddenly disconnected from her space ship’s computer during the Battle Of Gagarin, she is greeted by a high-level member of the Human government as well as an ambassador from the Automatons.  Her memories are crucial to solving an interspecies incident, but the more she remembers about the battle, the more damning evidence piles up.

Here’s a little taste of what one of these Automatons looks like!  I’m sure you’ll enjoy – I know I do!

An Automaton In Space!

An Automaton In Space!