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Stephen H. Provost is an author of paranormal adventures and historical non-fiction. “Memortality” is his debut novel on Pace Press, set for release Feb. 1, 2017.

An editor and columnist with more than 30 years of experience as a journalist, he has written on subjects as diverse as history, religion, politics and language and has served as an editor for fiction and non-fiction projects. His book “Fresno Growing Up,” a history of Fresno, California, during the postwar years, is available on Craven Street Books. His next non-fiction work, “Highway 99: The History of California’s Main Street,” is scheduled for release in June.

For the past two years, the editor has served as managing editor for an award-winning weekly, The Cambrian, and is also a columnist for The Tribune in San Luis Obispo.

He lives on the California coast with his wife, stepson and cats Tyrion Fluffybutt and Allie Twinkletail.

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On Life

Ruminations and provocations.

Why Trump will (probably) lose, in one word

Stephen H. Provost

Yes, Trump will fire up his base with racist fears. But when it comes right down to it, more people are scared of COVID-19 and economic ruin than they are of losing Confederate flags and statues, or of largely peaceful protests. Even when Trump, by his own actions, goads protesters into violence, that violence doesn’t directly touch most people’s lives. The virus and paychecks do.

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I thought we were putting racism behind us. I was wrong.

Stephen H. Provost

Are we really so stupid that we can’t learn from our mistakes? Are we really that unfeeling that we can keep defying our own core principles in order to kill and degrade and oppress people who don’t look like us? There was a time that I felt the answer to both those questions was a resounding “no,” and because of that, I ignored the signs to the contrary. I won’t ignore them anymore.

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Trump isn't a racist, and that should scare the hell out of you

Stephen H. Provost

Donald Trump is a spoiled billionaire who uses others to get what he wants, regardless of their skin color. That’s what he means by “winning”: getting his way. Not helping his constituents win. Not improving the nation. Not helping the Republican Party. Simply getting what HE wants — even at everyone else’s expense. ESPECIALLY then, because if he’s the only one left standing, there’s no one left to challenge him. He’ll destroy everyone else to secure complete and total control.

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Biden vs. Trump isn't the lesser of two evils, it's flawed vs. failed

Stephen H. Provost

Yes, I called him a sociopath. No, I’m not a clinician. But by God, I’m sick and tired of being told I’m incapable of using simple common sense to describe something that’s as plain as the nose on your face. You don’t need an advanced degree to tell someone, “There’s a fly in your soup.” And you don’t need an advanced degree to say, “There’s a sociopath in the White House,” either.

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Tone-deaf liberals: Please stop saying, “The virus doesn’t care”

Stephen H. Provost

I’m all for sensible government regulations to curb the spread of COVID-19 until the curve is trending downward and/or we’ve got a good vaccine. Will I be following those regulations because the government says so? Not really. I’ll be following them because I don’t want to get sick and infect others. Let’s face it: Most people don’t care about jaywalking. But they won’t jaywalk if they’re stepping out in front of a big-rig barreling down on them at 40 mph.

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Hey, talking heads: Please stop saying this when you start a sentence

Stephen H. Provost

Since the book came out, a few more clichés have entered the mainstream — and become embedded there like the shell of a popcorn kernel that digs in underneath your gums and refused to be dislodged by Waterpik, toothpick or fingernail. Perhaps the most ubiquitous of these is a single two-letter word that it seems like half the people interviewed on cable news channels. It’s the “y’know” of 2020, except it’s worse because you can’t avoid it by tuning the speaker out halfway through the first sentence. It’s the first thing out of their mouths.

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