Are You Picky About The Type Of People That Follow Your Blog?


Renard helps us to figure out if we should be deeply concerned about the types of people that follow our blog.

Are You Picky About The Type Of People That Follow Your Blog?

This is Bolg written today may answer some of your issues you may encounter at times, but there are some other thoughts to

And yes you have other opinions too and that’s ok to

Blogging platforms are on public domain

All of the humans are able to read your blog, follow you and remark and that’s ok too

Today Bloggers have Settings you may activate yourself. Aren’t you lucky little people

Some bloggers feel like they are being invaded if you read and like and that’s ok too

What you need to consider why you need to write

Do you know you are able to password each little blog you wish. Look at your settings and hit private. No one can see that unless you issue your gang with an email password. Also remember you may be divorced eventually

Do you understand you may turn your blog into a private blog too in your settings and only invite specific people to engage with you. Then you don’t have followers taking up your time

Think of it as your own little social media platform ( be very selective when you create your private corner. only follow this method if you know folk personally )

Your ” tags” are important tool to find folk with common interest if you only have time to interact with

Authors on creating blogs need to purchase Business Package includes unlimited Support from WordPress and unlimited Space. These folk are the lifeblood of the Blogging Industry keeping costs down for home users or hobbyists on the platform. I was asked today should you allow Business Users to like your posts or comment! ? please don’t judge others it’s unkind.

Business Enterprise is affiliates or product vendors. These are Corporations. Yes, of course, they follow everyone they employ people.! Selling in cyberspace is vast.

We love to follow them too.

If your a new kid on the block visit me at when you are lost and share our stuff happily.

Read as many blogs as you’re able WordPress is the Giant Library in the World

Seasoned bloggers are here to help you

We were all new kids once

All you need to do in cyberspace is the be kind, gracious, unpretentious.

Kindness is sharing

Bloggers come and go for all reasons.

Many died this year

Thank very one for sharing

Instead of words maybe would be nice to share a heart or two

At the end of the day we are all trying to fit in together

Keep writing and share a smile

Bloggers use a Pen you know and that’s mightier than the Sword

Together, we can make this world a home for everyone

We are all brothers and sisters on this magic planet

Come on bye for hugs, likes and comments whatever you need to make you smile

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Enjoy our gift to you

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Holy Gratitude


You are the offspring of incredible creative forces and have received the gift of life!

With all respect to your religion or world-view – thank God, thank evolutionary processes – the keyword is β€œthank” – just have some gratitude and be thankful.

While the ingrates duke-it-out about the true God, you take each breath in holy gratitude.

The best way to be thankful for the gift of life is to not throw it away.

Please don’t waste away in front of a TV waiting to win a lottery during the precious few hours you are not imprisoned in corporate shackles.

Life is calling you.

The other life.

Analogue life.

The real.

Nature is calling you.

And people too.

Wondrous royal souls are waiting to meet, appreciate and experience you.

We are all royal heirs of the divine unknown.

Meeting another person is always a sacred event.

Life is a sacred event.

You are sacred.

You are a miracle of creation.

You are pure wonderment.

Look at the majesty of – you!

You are art in motion.

You are incomparable.

Your perfect life is matchless.

Your precious gift of life is unrivalled like each snowflake.

You are so fine and unique that it is impossible that there will ever be another like you.

Give thanks!



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Dear beautiful souls bound in God’s Love

In times of sheer exhaustion, where the mind and the body seem to be giving way to nothingness, we echo with the psalmist when we cry out to the Lord for help.

When we are healthy and sound, we take pride in our own strength.
We go ahead, through, with our journey – full steam, daring ourselves.
But the road ahead may be twisted and crooked. Not what we expected.

Before long, we are at our wit’s end and know not what to do.
When we seek help from human hands, there seems to be none, as everyone is busy solving their own messes in Life. Each of us have our own limitations.

Then, our Ultimate Source of Comfort and Refuge is God himself.
Only the Love of God survives throughout our hard times, and finally we find Strength and Joy in Him..

Our God and Our Lord, Our Sufficient Refuge, Our Hope, Our All.
In Him We Become Complete

God bless us and all our loved ones.


June 4th is a special day. June 4th 2020 marks the 16th anniversary of the Killdozer’s rampage through Granby Colorado.


Sit down kids and let me tell you a tale, about a reasonable man driven to do unreasonable things.

Marvin Heemeyer was a man who owned a muffler shop in Granby Colorado. The city council ordained to approve the construction of a concrete factory in the lot across from Marvin’s shop. In the process, this blocked the only access road to the muffler shop. Marvin petitioned to stop the construction to no avail. Requested to construct a new access road, and even bought the heavy machinery to do so himself. Denied.

The concrete factory went up in disregard to the ramifications on Marvin’s business. To add insult to injury, the factory construction disconnected the muffler shop from the city sewage lines. An indifferent city government then chose to fine Marvin for this.

His business and livelihood were in ruin. Rather than lie down and die, Marvin chose to fight back. Over a year and a half, Marvin secretly outfitted the bulldozer he bought to save his business with three-foot thick steel and concrete armour, camera systems guarded with bulletproof glass.

On June 4th 2004 Marvin Heemeyer lowered the armoured shell over top of himself, entombing himself inside the Killdozer to make his last stand.

He burst fourth from the walls of his muffler shop and straight into the concrete factory that ruined his business. Over the course of the next several hours Marvin drove his Killdozer through 13 buildings owned by those officials that had wronged him, including the city council building itself.

Swat teams swarmed the dozer, but it proved immune to small arms fire and even explosives. Another piece of heavy machinery was even brought out to fight the Killdozer, but it too fell to the dozers righteous fury.

In the end, Marvin’s Killdozer became trapped in one of the buildings it was built to destroy. Marvin chose to take his life, the only life he took that day.

Today we celebrate Killdozer day and Marvin Heemeyer, the last great American folk hero. A man driven to the brink who chose to fight back against an indifferent system.

From notes left behind after his passing:
β€œI was always willing to be reasonable until I had to be unreasonable. Sometimes reasonable men must do unreasonable things.”


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Ben H. English

Ben H. English – Alpine – Texas


β€œBe careful what books you read, for as water tastes of the soil it runs through, so does the soul taste of the authors that a man reads.”
β€” John Trapp

To all of my readers, friends and family who have been asking about my next book:

I wanted you to know my third offering, β€˜Out There: Essays On The Lower Big Bend,’ is in the process of being published. I sent my query letter this past Monday morning to Creative Texts Publishers. On Tuesday morning, they were making arrangements to have my book material sent to them.

Basically, β€˜Out There’ is all new material about the lower Big Bend, and set up to correct the shortcomings that β€˜Yonderings’ had as a first effort. These shortcomings concerning Yonderings were mentioned by myself to TCU Press when they published the book, but resolving those were out of my hands as a first-time author.

During my many conversations with you, my readers, I discovered that you thought that Yonderings fell short in the same two areas as I had noticed. Those two complaints were:

  1. Lack of maps.
  2. Lack of color photographs.

I set up β€˜Out There’ to address both of these issues.

The manuscript is in eighteen chapters, divided into different geographical areas of the lower Big Bend. There are several essays that make up each one and they are usually 400-600 words long. The essay begins with a color photograph that serves as a visual aid in relation to the location discussed.

Most every chapter begins with a map of the locale being written about. These maps were hand drawn by myself, and are good enough that the Museum of the Big Bend (Sul Ross State University) has already requested the originals for their collection.

The book is envisioned as soft bound, but of the slick page sort that does some kind of justice to the color photographs. The photographs will vary in size, depending on page space. But a 3X5 will hopefully be the standard.

An example of this photography work is seen in the attached picture. This shot is scheduled to become the front cover for this book. I am also enclosing one of my maps covering the spot where the photo was taken, to give you a general idea of what the book will consist of.

My advance readers have said this is my best work yet, and have given the manuscript an enthusiastic two thumbs up. Very few of these readers have seen the maps and no one other than myself has seen all of the photographs. Most of these frames are of places in the lower Big Bend that few have ever heard of, many are located in spots that take some prowling to get there.

And I will be taking you, the reader, to these spots visually, in words and in spirit.

When taken as a whole β€˜Out There’ will be, in my opinion, the magnum opus of any published work about the lower Big Bend of Texas. For me, it is a labor of love.

In closing I would like to thank each and every one of you for your encouragement, your kind words, your support and in sharing your impressions about my writing. I also appreciate the reviews you have written, the copies you have purchased as gifts for others, and for passing along my Facebook posts. Again, it is has been very important for me to hear from you.

After all, you are who I write for as well as about. Without you, none of this would have been possible.

I thank you for that, too.

May God bless you and yours,

Ben H. English
Alpine, Texas

Front Street Books
Creative Texts Publishers
Crockett County Public Library
Medina Community Library
The Twig Book Shop
Old Town Books
The Boerne Bookshop
Hill Country Books
Marta Powell Stafford
Lone Star Literary Life


Cowboys Pray


Lord our God, with all our hearts we come before your countenance.

Our hearts shall always be in your presence, asking, longing, and believing that you will guide our affairs alright.

Protect us, for you are our God and Father.

Protect all who are in danger or who must go into danger.

Make known your great love and your living presence to the hearts of the dying.

Draw our hearts together so that we may have a community in you, our faith and hope set on you alone.

Protect us during the night, and help us to be at peace about all our concerns because they are in your hands.

Every matter of every person is in your hands

We are in your hands, Lord God, our Father, and there we want to remain.

Your hands can heal and restore everything.

Praised be your name! Amen.

Ben H. English

Ben H. English


β€œIn sunshine and shadow, from darkness till noon
Over mountains that reach from the sky to the moon.
A man with a dream that will never let go
Keeps searching to find El Dorado.

So ride, boldly ride, to the end of the rainbow.
Ride, boldly ride, till you find El Dorado…”

This is the story of a mid-nineteenth century poem adapted into the theme song for a classic motion picture of the mid-twentieth century. Through this unlikely tale weaves the thoughts, talents and very souls of famous people who looked back on their association in both with a certain pride, even joy.

When Lone Star Literary Life requested an accompanying playlist to their book tour arranged for my novel β€˜Destiny’s Way,’ I sat down and scribbled about thirty songs in a matter of a few minutes. One of those was the theme song for the 1966 film β€˜El Dorado’ starring John Wayne, Robert Mitchum, James Caan and a host of character actors as well as a number of up and comings.

The theme song was co-written by Nelson Riddle and John Gabriel, adapted from the 1849 poem by American writer and literary critic Edgar Allan Poe. It was one of his last works and one of my personal all-time favorites.

Taking such a celebrated work and adapting it to another art form can be a chancy thing indeed, but here an unqualified success that has withstood the test of time in its own right. The words were updated for a more modern audience, and the musical score itself is of the type that begins playing in one’s head and then seems to run on near ceaselessly.

Yet a real part of the song’s success was due to a series of paintings that accompany the score. Done by noted western author Olaf Wieghorst, they are real enough to smell the dust and animal sweat, hear the creak of wooden wheels and leather, and to see a glimpse of past life in the American Southwest that no longer exists for most of us.

That many of the landscapes appear to be pulled right out of the lower Big Bend and Davis Mountains only makes the paintings more poignant in bringing back familial memories from long ago.

Such authenticity and tap roots to the imagination do not come by accident. Of everyone who appeared in this movie or had anything to do with it, character actor Olaf Wieghorst was likely the most authentic of all.

Immigrant, actor, stuntman, police officer, cavalry trooper and celebrated artist, Wieghorst was a renaissance man among men. Many people wonder why Hollywood seems so off the mark these days and incapable of truly preeminent productions anymore. The answer is sad but simple: It no longer has men like Olaf Wieghorst providing the foundational supports.

You have to have clay before you can build brick.

The movie El Dorado went on to become a considerable commercial success and continues to enjoy high critical praise, being listed by many reviewers as one of the finest movies ever made.

Works by Olaf Wieghorst have sold at auctions for millions of dollars and remain highly coveted by those with a discerning eye, as well as a full pocket book.

And as far as the tune, in 2014 members of the Western Writers of America selected the theme song for β€˜El Dorado’ as one of the Top 100 Western songs of all time.

The attached photograph was taken by myself inside a small basin along the western slopes of Mule Ear Peaks. It was growing into evening and I had circled around behind the uplifts to come over their southern shoulder, following the general course of an old trail that had long since vanished. The lyrics to El Dorado, as well as the words to Poe’s poem, intermixed in my mind throughout the day.

The link for the song and screen credits for El Dorado, along with those magnificent paintings by Olaf Wieghorst, follows below.

I hope you enjoy both with even the slightest part of sentiment that I feel for each.

For such sentiment is the binding substance of one’s favored memories.

Ben H. English
Alpine, Texas

Front Street Books
Creative Texts Publishers
Crockett County Public Library
Old Town Books
Medina Community Library
The Twig Book Shop
The Boerne Bookshop


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Stuart Quine


This is my tribute to Stuart Quine, the haiku poet, who died, aged 57,Β this week, from coronavirus. Others who knew Stuart better than me are far …

Stuart Quine