Scotty Roberts
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I am a designer, Illustrator and writer of fiction & non-fiction, occupationally hovering in the advertising ghettos of Minneapolis & Saint Paul, Minnesota.
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Noah: The Madness of the Divine
There has been much ado over the movie, Noah. As I often do with most big pictures, for which I have waited with some interest and anticipation, I ignored most of what I had been hearing from the critics who had offered up their punditry based on early screenings to test markets, and went in to the theatre with an open mind.
By Scotty Roberts6 years ago in Geeks
Ode to a Sunday Morning...
Y’know – and here’s some phenomenal profundidty – I am not as young as I used to be. It’s true. I am no longer wandering the earth, heady with the primitive, verdant juice of potency, prowling like an uncoiled jungle cat, spraying territorial markers and building a dynasty. Those particular days are things of my past, though I am still filled with the glory-seeking of the adventurous explorer. But these days my body isn’t always operating in orchestration with my wild animus.
By Scotty Roberts6 years ago in Longevity
Science Almighty
[ An excerpt from my book, The Rise and Fall of the Nephilim ] “Science is built up of facts, as a house is built of stones; but an accumulation of facts is no more a science than a heap of stones is a house.” ~Henri Poincaré, Science and Hypothesis, 1905
By Scotty Roberts6 years ago in Futurism
EXODUS: Lookin’ Pretty, But Dumb as a Rock
When I first saw the trailers for Ridley Scott’s Exodus: Gods and Kings, I was immediately excited to see that there was going to be a new, modern film adaptation of the historical Moses and the story of the Great Exodus, a topic near and dear to my research of over thirty years. But as swift coming was the excitement, came my disappointment, when the trailers revealed that the setting of the film was to be during the reign of Ramesses II. This fact alone told me that Ridley Scott had done little to research the history surrounding the story. Despite the lack of empirical firsthand evidence for an historical Moses and Exodus, there exists a plethora of evidence that establishes the plausibility of the event, based on “second hand” historical and archaeological data, which places the events far earlier than the Ramessean period.
By Scotty Roberts6 years ago in Geeks
Oh, The Humanity
Ronald Reagan was the very first president I helped elect into office. Twice. Much to the chagrin of my Minnesota DFL (Democratic Farm Labor) relations, and my died-in-the-wool Liberal, Communist grandfather, I was the family’s token black sheep; the young turk Conservative. Call me the “Alex Keaton” of my family, the tie-wearing, church-going, Reagan revolutionary. For me, Conservatism was the political manifesto of God, and as a bible thumping, ministry-bound seminarian, I laced my speech and actions with the finer points of Reaganomics, and lauded the presidential pink-slipping of striking air traffic controllers. The 1980s was most definitely the Age of Conservatism, with its military build-up that bolstered the Reagan version of Roosevelt’s “walk softly but carry a big stick” philosophy, and the unfettered growth of corporate America, who proved to me over and over again that greed – in it’s proper perspective – was indeed good.
By Scotty Roberts6 years ago in The Swamp
The Value of Virtue
Virtue is like humility in that once you brag about having it, you’ve lost it. It does’t manifest itself in us by an act of magick or an overt declaration that we are paragons of purity and good intent. It is the expression of the inner soul, of our true humanity, not the dumbwitted control of any outside force. It, rather, creeps in quietly and unawares when we strive to do what is right and good despite our many flaws and failures along the way. It is the Lionheart that eclipses our inner mewling, not when we are faced with moments of decisiveness - when we are forced to choose the right hand or the left - but when we sit in a heap to wipe the blood, the sweat and the many tears of having accomplished something greater than ourselves; greater than our inmost fears; deeper than our misgivings and mistakes that may be strewn along the path behind us.
By Scotty Roberts6 years ago in Motivation
Oh, Captain, My Captain
When I was a kid, I didn’t think much about the kind of dad I would someday become. I was too busy daydreaming and doing the stuff that young boys do in their prepubescent years to think about such distant things. My own father was an unknown, faceless stranger whom I had met only one afternoon when I was sixteen, but never really got to know until I turned thirty and was about to be a father for the first time, myself.
By Scotty Roberts6 years ago in Families
