Witt and Wittier Films

  Proverbs 25:9-10 “Don't reveal the SECRET of another, lest anyone who hears it reproach you, and the EVIL report about you not pass away.” Do you want to know who are the most PROLIFIC?  Are you sitting down?  Church Folk!!!  That’s right…those self-appointed…know it all…holier than thou sewing-circle Commanders…whispering such things as, “Did you hear about Sister Sharon’s husband?  Really?  Well…keep this within our circle…but I heard that he’s been spending way too much time golfing with those men from City Reach Church!!!” Ha, ha, ha…I’m one of “THOSE” guys from City Reach.  Relax…I’m only writing this for a friend that just happens to be from another Church. One of the clever ploys that Devil always uses on gullible people…the art of GOSSIP.  Just one little spark of GOSSIPING can lead to a raging fire of character assassination, depression, isolationism…and scandalous JUDGMENT against an innocent person. Don’t be fool when someone from the...

  Tortilla Politics in the New Texas    I grew up in a Mexican village. Simmonsville. How, you may ask does a Mexican village end up with a name like “Simmonsville?” Well, it was full of, well, Mexicans. Now I know the Woke Folks will take exception to my use of the word “Mexicans,” but hear me out.    We didn’t have “Illegals.” The word, “illegal” implies that something or someone is “illegal.” A citizen of the Republic of Mexico who comes to pick fruits and vegetables during harvest time is  not “illegal.”  He’s a “National!” He resides in the Nation of Mexico unless he’s picking said avocados in Uvalde. Then he is a  national.  And Simmonsville was chock  full  of  Nationals.    If you live around a lot of Mexicans, you tend to eat a lot of Mexican food. They don’t dine on Crêpes Suzette. They think Suzette is some gringo chick from Dallas with a rich daddy. The eat anything with a tortilla, beans, and cheese. I re...

    You can’t win a soul by winning an argument. I already hear the dissenting opinions from minds greater than mine going on and on about theorem, doctrine, and articles of faith and so many other ten, or even twenty-dollar words far beyond the reach of my free, online thesaurus. But that doesn’t change the truth.  “My invisible guy in the sky can whip your invisible guy in the sky.”     That is the beginning of every religious debate I’ve ever been in. And forget about the atheists. They don’t have an invisible guy in the sky. They rely on directly attacking their opponent who already has his mind made up based on some archaic book of whatever revision that he may buy into as he tries to lay word traps and skirt around his own shortcomings.    This article is not trying to analyze the debate between apples and oranges where the atheist tries to hijack the writings he claims to abhor in an effort to trip up the famous televangelist, as he perverts the...

  As I was scanning the news this morning I had an epiphany. I have them now and then. About ten times a day. Because, as my family agrees, I’m crazy. Anyway, I was working my way through the end of the world and I wondered what could we, as a species, come up with that would be “green” ie safe for people to touch without losing their fingers, enticing to all genders, age groups, and religions, and be easy to make and, oh yeah, organic. Those would have to be the standards adhered to. Something the FDA could look at and say, “WhatEVER!”    I had to find something that interests everyone in some capacity, yet be discreet so as not to become the main topic of conversation at a party but everyone had it somewhere in the house for use at the opportune moment. Something as universal as a Red Solo Cup, yet as novel as a plant based What a Burger.    It couldn’t be restricted by law like cigarettes. And possession would even be legal in Mississippi. Across all races, a...

  Life has its challenges. That goes without saying. The suicide rate in third world countries is low. In black communities it is around two percent. However, have you noticed that whenever you hear about the death of a young movie star you inwardly  assume  that it was either drugs or self inflicted?   Think about that. People who struggle through life “scrounging for their next meal,” or those who just accept systematic racism as a fact of life die in bed at home while those of wealth and privilege die in a bathtub filled with muddy water.    Strength comes through strain. No pain, no gain. For the movie star or child of a famous industrialist there isn’t enough cocaine in the world while for Dora the Explorer a new pair of shoes is  everything  in that same world.    Think about the last time you drove on an interstate highway. Providing you’re not in Louisiana, it was fairly smooth wasn’t it? And the very fact that you’re on such a r...

  Self-pity is our worst enemy and if we yield to it we can never do anything wise  - Helen Keller I have what I call “Blue Funks!” I wouldn’t call them “depression,” that would involve doctors and after COVID I’ve rejected all medical science, opting instead for Voodoo which I’ve found to be more effective.    All my life I’ve developed plans, ideas and companies only to tear them down and start again. Let’s be frank. Well, you be Frank, I’ll just be Bill. Pleased to meet you.    Failure is easy. To wade in the swamp of self doubt is far easier than climbing a mountain, and there are fish in the swamp. I was raised around Bistineau, Louisiana so I know my way around catfish. But to stop, pull back and have a shot of whiskey is exhilarating. It really is. Forget about the DSM, there is nothing more relaxing than letting go. I heard it in a song.    And I let go pretty damn good! I’ve let go of six wives, eleven grand and not so grand children, and...

  William Bonney never conducted a mass shooting in any school in New Mexico. However, he did take credit for one sheriff, two deputies, and countless others in the Lincoln County war. He also played croquet at the local church and was widely known as a real good dancer. Oh, sorry. Bonney’s stage name was Billy the Kid.    During the gunfight at the Ok Corral, no civilians were shot. As a point of interest, when feverishly charged by a hung over and disgruntled Ike Clanton, throwing open his coat and exclaiming, “I am not armed!” Wyatt Earp slapped him, and told him to “Get out of the way!”   General Antonio Lopez de Santa Anna, of Alamo fame, was an amateur botanist who invented Adam’s Chewing Gum.    And last, but not least, my ancestor, Porter Rockwell made a little girl laugh at the construction site of the Temple in Salt Lake City by riding round and round the foundation in a state of undress, firing two pistols in the air. I’ve been told that he was r...

  We’ve all had it happen. You work on an article, a post, or some other literary jewel designed to make your mark on the consciousness of man and due to a misplaced finger, it’s gone! If you are using an iPhone you give it three shakes which may or may not retrieve your epic but if the screen remains blank you look at iCloud, OneDrive and just a simple search of your phone with each attempt confirming that the document is just not there. Kinda makes you wonder how anyone could hack and steal anything you wrote or perhaps you realize the grim reality that nothing you’ve ever written is worth stealing.    I experienced this today. Now normally I don’t make that mistake. I have auto-save, and take great care with my fingers, other than that time with Velma Prigmore in the tenth grade but we won’t talk about that today. I had just completed a scientific study of a federally funded research project on ant anuses as compared to the color of piss. Don’t laugh. Federally funded?...

 Keep It Between the Lines It goes without saying that all personal relationships should remain, well, personal. The heart goes where the heart will go and love has no explanation or reasonable bounds. Jack Spratt loved his wife. Everyone else dodged her at The Golden Corral.     Opposites attract, but if you’ve been in divorce court as many times as I have you will understand that difference is not the spice of life but the evidence the opposing lawyer presents to the judge. You will note there is no jury in the severance of marital bonds unless one or the other of the combatants chooses a more “permanent” solution.    But all of this could be easily avoided if all pillow talk stayed on the pillows. And I’ll admit that while I prefer those of the opposing body type, there are those who subscribe to other nuances of relationship understandings.  “Any Dab’ll Do Ya.” I shy away from using the word “gender” because the DSM has not arrived at a definitive ...