The Musings of Jaime David
The Musings of Jaime David
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The writings of some random dude on the internet

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  • My Books Featured on Dusty Smith’s livestream!!!

    My Books Featured on Dusty Smith’s livestream!!!

    Title says it all.

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  • The Time I Sent a YouTuber Fan Mail

    The Time I Sent a YouTuber Fan Mail

    There are certain moments in life that feel almost impossible to predict. They are the kinds of moments that, years earlier, would have sounded like unrealistic daydreams. You imagine them happening to someone else, not to you. Then, one day, life surprises you.

    Recently, I experienced one of those moments.

    For the first time in my life, I sent fan mail to a YouTuber.

    Not only that, but the package contained something far more personal than a letter or a piece of merchandise. Instead, I sent three books that I wrote and published under my pen name, Jaime David. A short time later, I watched that same YouTuber open the package live on his show, flip through my books, read part of the dedication from my debut novel, discover that I had thanked him in the acknowledgements, and genuinely express his appreciation.

    Even now, it still feels surreal.

    This is the story of how that happened, why I decided to do it, and why this became such a meaningful full-circle moment in my journey as a writer.

    For years, I have watched Dusty Smith on YouTube. Whether you know him from his political commentary, livestreams, or his long-running online presence, he has been one of those creators whose content I have consistently followed.

    Like many people, I do not agree with every single opinion he has or every single thing he says. But beyond that, there has always been something about his content that kept me coming back. I have appreciated his humor, his personality, his ability to build a community, and his willingness to create content that feels different from many other channels online.

    And that is an important part of this story.

    Because when I decided to send my books to Dusty, it was not something I wanted to do with just anyone.

    I did not simply think, “I wrote books, so I should send them to every YouTuber I watch.”

    That was never the point.

    There are thousands upon thousands of creators online. But I specifically chose Dusty because he was someone whose work genuinely mattered to me over the years.

    He was one of my favorite YouTubers.

    That mattered.

    I wanted the books to go to someone whose content I had actually watched, someone whose work had been part of my life for years, and someone who had influenced me creatively.

    There was also another important reason.

    My debut novel, Wonderment Within Weirdness, contains an acknowledgements section where I thank people and creators who helped influence me throughout my writing journey.

    Dusty Smith was included in those acknowledgements.

    That was something personal.

    Writing a book does not happen in a vacuum. Every author has influences. Every creative person has moments, stories, and people who inspire them.

    And in Dusty’s case, there was something especially interesting.

    Dusty was not only a YouTuber.

    He was also an author.

    Years ago, before his current online presence became what many people know him for today, Dusty wrote and published a book called Seven Deadly Sins under the pen name Michael Bishop. This was not the famous science fiction author Michael Bishop, but rather a pen name Dusty used for his own writing.

    While Dusty himself has since been critical of that book and has expressed that he does not necessarily consider it his best work, the fact remains that he was an author.

    He went through the process of writing a book.

    He went through the process of publishing a book.

    He put a creative work into the world.

    And that is something that always stood out to me.

    Because as someone who eventually became an author myself, I understand the significance of taking an idea that exists only in your head and turning it into something physical that other people can hold.

    Even if an author later looks back at an earlier work and thinks, “I could have done that differently,” there is still something meaningful about having created it in the first place.

    That part of Dusty’s story resonated with me.

    I remember when I was in college watching Dusty talk about his book and showcase it on one of his shows.

    At the time, I found it fascinating.

    Here was someone I followed online who had actually written a book.

    Someone who had taken the leap from simply consuming stories to creating one.

    That did not single-handedly inspire me to become an author. My journey came from many different places: science fiction, movies, television, anime, video games, other writers, personal experiences, and my own imagination.

    But that moment was one small piece of the larger puzzle.

    Sometimes inspiration does not come from one huge event.

    Sometimes it comes from small moments that stay with you.

    A creator talking about writing.

    A person sharing their creative process.

    A reminder that ordinary people can create something meaningful.

    So when I eventually became an author myself, it felt fitting that Dusty would be someone I thanked.

    And once I realized he had a P.O. Box for fan mail, I thought about it.

    If I had already written his name in the acknowledgements of my book, why not give him the chance to actually see it?

    That was really the reason I decided to send the books.

    I wanted him to know his work had an impact.

    I wanted him to have the opportunity to read the acknowledgement himself.

    I wanted him to have the chance to check out the books if he wanted.

    Whether he ever opened them, read them, or talked about them was completely his choice.

    There were no expectations.

    It was simply gratitude.

    A way of saying, “Thank you for being part of my journey.”

    I had never sent fan mail to a YouTuber before.

    This was a first.

    And honestly, that made the decision feel even more meaningful.

    Since my books are self-published through Lulu, the process of getting copies to Dusty was not as simple as grabbing books from a shelf.

    My books are produced through print-on-demand.

    For people unfamiliar with self-publishing, print-on-demand is a system where books are created after an order is placed rather than being mass-produced ahead of time.

    Traditional publishing often involves printing large quantities of books, storing them, and distributing them through retailers.

    With print-on-demand, the book is printed specifically for the person who orders it.

    The files are submitted, the book enters production, it is printed, bound, inspected, packaged, and shipped.

    The advantage is that independent authors do not need to spend thousands of dollars upfront printing massive quantities of books.

    There is no need for warehouses.

    There is no need for storing hundreds of copies.

    The book exists whenever someone wants a copy.

    The tradeoff is time.

    Because each copy has to be produced, there is a waiting period before shipping.

    So after placing the order, I waited.

    The books went through production.

    Then they were shipped.

    A few weeks passed.

    Then a few more weeks passed as the package traveled.

    Eventually, the books arrived.

    Seeing your own writing become a physical object never stops being special.

    These were not just books.

    They represented years of ideas, drafts, revisions, editing, formatting, publishing decisions, and perseverance.

    Inside the package were:

    Wonderment Within Weirdness.

    My Powerful Poems.

    Some Small Short Stories.

    I carefully packaged everything and sent them to Dusty’s P.O. Box.

    Then I waited.

    At that point, there was nothing else I could do.

    Maybe he would open it.

    Maybe he would not.

    Maybe he would mention it.

    Maybe he would simply keep the books privately.

    And honestly, any of those outcomes would have been okay.

    The important thing was that I had sent them.

    Last week, I saw that the package had been delivered.

    That alone made me happy.

    The books had reached him.

    Then, during the week of July 6, 2026, Dusty picked up the mail.

    I still had no idea what would happen.

    Creators receive countless packages from viewers. Some things are opened privately. Some things appear on streams. Some things are saved for later.

    There was no guarantee.

    Then came July 8, 2026.

    During Dusty’s livestream, he opened my package.

    And suddenly, there they were.

    My books.

    Watching that moment was difficult to describe.

    These books had once existed only as ideas in my head.

    Now they were sitting in front of someone whose own creative journey had helped inspire mine.

    He picked up My Powerful Poems first.

    He reacted to the size of the book and complimented the printing quality.

    Then he looked through Some Small Short Stories.

    Finally, he reached Wonderment Within Weirdness.

    That was the moment that truly hit me.

    He opened my debut novel.

    He read from the dedication.

    Then he reached the acknowledgements.

    And he saw that I had thanked him.

    Watching that happen was incredibly special.

    Not because a YouTuber noticed my books.

    But because the reason I sent them was recognized.

    He understood that this was someone reaching out with appreciation.

    He thanked me for thinking of him.

    He complimented the quality of the books.

    And he gave my work a moment of recognition.

    After the stream ended, I kept thinking about why this moment meant so much.

    Eventually, I realized it was because of the connection between the past and the present.

    Years ago, I was watching an author who happened to be a YouTuber.

    Now, that same person was watching my own journey as an author.

    A person who once put his own book into the world was now holding mine.

    That is the part that feels like the ultimate full-circle moment.

    It is a reminder that creativity connects people in ways we do not always expect.

    An author can inspire another author.

    A viewer can eventually become a creator.

    A person watching someone else’s dream can eventually create a dream of their own.

    And sometimes, years later, those paths cross.

    Sending these books was not about seeking attention.

    It was not about demanding recognition.

    It was about gratitude.

    It was about saying thank you to someone who, even indirectly, was part of my creative journey.

    And the fact that he opened them, read them, and appreciated them made the experience even more memorable.

    This was my first time ever sending fan mail to a YouTuber.

    And I think it was the perfect reason to do it.

    Because sometimes fan mail is not really about receiving something back.

    Sometimes it is about finally getting the chance to give something.

    A thank you.

    A memory.

    A reminder that someone’s work mattered.

    Years after watching Dusty talk about his own book, I got to experience the incredible feeling of seeing him hold one of mine.

    That is something I will never forget.

    You can find the segment of Dusty unboxing my books starting at 26:33.

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  • My Journey to Atheism

    My Journey to Atheism

    I’d like to tell you the story of how I became an atheist. It’s kind of a long one, so strap in for the ride.

    My story starts when I was a kid. I was born and raised Catholic. I received all of the sacraments up to and including Confirmation. I was a devout Catholic. I believed in God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit. I prayed everyday, both out loud and to myself. I went to Catholic school from grade school all the way to high school. I was pretty religious. My family and I weren’t big on going to church, however. We preferred to practice our faith at home amongst ourselves. We also didn’t believe everything that the Bible, the Pope, and Catholicism told us. Besides that, we all had a strong belief in God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit; especially me.

    I would worry everyday about the things I said or did. I also worried about the things my friends and family said and did. I was worried that if my friends, family, or I had said or did things that God did not approve of, we would be sent to Hell. Hell scared me a lot. I was terrified of it. The thought of being tortured in a place of fire and brimstone for all eternity would give me nightmares as a child. Even now, as an atheist, I still occasionally fear the possibility that Hell is real and that I would be sent to it.

    That’s how things were for most of my life; that is, until I was about to start senior year of high school. It was the summer between junior year and senior year. Junior year had just ended, and senior year was well on its way. I was excited, because that meant I was about to graduate, become an adult, and head off to college in another year! One day, sometime around the beginning of July of 2013, a friend of mine had showed me a video by the YouTuber “The Amazing Atheist.” I had vaguely heard of him before my friend had showed me the video, but this was the first time I had ever seen a video by “The Amazing Atheist” for myself. Immediately, I felt drawn to his personality. His cynical personality, abrasive humor, and straightforward bluntness had intrigued me. I wanted to watch more of his videos. As soon as I had gone home, I immediately searched up Amazing Atheist’s YouTube channel. From there, I had spent the night watching a bunch of Amazing Atheist videos. Every video by Amazing Atheist that I had watched, my perception of religion started to change. I started to doubt my faith more and more. When it was time for me to go to sleep, my mind had felt as though it had a lot of knowledge dropped onto it at once! It was intense. I felt nervous and uneasy going to sleep that night. I had a fear that God saw what I did, and that I would be severely punished for my transgressions. I fervently prayed that night to make sure that I would not go to Hell for my actions, and that I was just starting to have a lot of doubts about my belief in Him. I had told God that no matter what happened, I would always try to be a good person, and that I wanted to be judged by my character, and not my belief in Him.

    The next morning, after a good night’s sleep, I had felt more at ease. With a clearer mind, I decided to look up evidence to prove God’s existence. However, I did not want to use religious sources. All I found, however, were Bible quotes, faith websites, religious blogs, etc. I scoured the Internet far and wide to find evidence of God. I wanted to find something; anything. I wanted to find something that could give me reason to believe in God. I was not ready to let my faith go; not yet. I wanted to be absolutely sure that I did everything I could to prove to myself that there was indeed a God. After hours of researching, I came up with nothing. It was at that point that I realized that God may not be real, and that religion was man-made. Even though there was no way to prove or disprove God’s existence, from what I have seen so far, there was no point in believing in a God at all if there was no definitive way to prove or disprove His existence. It was at that point I had officially become an atheist.

    Later on that day, and in the next couple of weeks, I had started to watch a couple of atheist YouTubers other than just the Amazing Atheist. The next atheist YouTuber I had discovered after Amazing Atheist was CultofDusty. He was also pretty funny. Soon after discovering him, I had found Secular Talk, Jaclyn Glenn, and Thunderf00t, just to name a few. I had listened to all of their stories and videos regarding atheism, politics, the world, etc. They had so many interesting stories and perspectives that I had found informative and relatable. My entire belief system, worldview, personality, and philosophy were starting to change. No longer did I feel closed-minded and sheltered. I now was discovering that there was a vast world that was in my grasp. There were so many people, places, things, events, and issues going on in the world, that the world did not revolve around me. Nothing revolved around me, nor any one individual, for that matter. There were problems bigger than any one of us combined. In order to tackle them, we, as people, had to work together. We couldn’t wait for God to fix these problems. We had to take action and do it ourselves! In fact, we were the ones who created our own problems; not God. God wasn’t responsible for any of the things that we did. It didn’t make any sense for God to have been. Why would God give us free will, only to know ahead of time that our fates were sealed the moment He created us, and that we were just on borrowed time before we were judged. If we truly had free will, there would have to be situations that God Himself could not predict. However, if God is omniscient, He should know everything, and should not be surprised by any of the choices we make in life, and if He is surprised, that means that He isn’t omniscient. And that’s how the thoughts in my mind went for other aspects of God, as well, such as His omnipotence, his benevolence, and his omnipresence. The more rigorously I thought about His characteristics, the harder it was for me to believe that God was real. After that, I had found it hard for me to believe any of the other things that were presented in the Bible. From there, everything came down like a house of cards.

    It has now been over 6 and a half years since I had stopped believing in religion, and it was one of the most liberating things I had ever done! No longer did I feel the need to worry about someone constantly judging me and watching me. I was now able to be who I truly wanted to be. In hindsight, religion, to me, felt like a restraint; a hindrance. It felt like a way to control me through the use of fear; through the use of Hell. Looking back, Hell was used as a concept to scare young kids into believing religion unquestionably, or else there would be consequences for our actions. It was indoctrination, and it was very manipulative. In my opinion, religion should not be introduced to children. They do not have the faculties to understand anything about their religion. All they know is what they are told from their parents, their schools, their churches, etc. If you want to teach religion to your children, at least wait until they become a teenager, so that way, they would have experienced the world for themselves and seen what it was like. To introduce a scary concept like Hell to young children has the potential to traumatize children and scar them for life. I know that for me, personally, I still find myself to occasionally dread the possibility of Hell, even though it has been years since I have become an atheist. That is from the constant drilling into my mind the vivid depictions of Hell, and the dire consequences that would result if one were to go to Hell. It was all of that BS being shoved down my throat as a young child that causes me to still fear Hell, even as an atheist, and I don’t think that fear will ever go away completely. It will always be there, somewhere in the far reaches of my mind, occasionally popping up out of the blue. Regardless, I feel like I have now found my truest self, and I don’t think I would have if I was still a believer. As an atheist, I had found that I had become more empathetic. I can empathize and understand people better, and I find myself treating others with care and kindness. I don’t think I would have reached the level of empathy that I have for others if I was still religious. I am more open-minded, and I can find myself to relate to people of a variety of different backgrounds, including those who are believers! For me, it does not matter if a person is religious or not. To me, what matters most is whether a person is kind or not. That’s what matters most. If a person is kind and caring, then I have no problem with them whatsoever, even if they may have religious beliefs. I personally don’t find it worth it to get into religious arguments and debates with people. If people want to learn about atheism, they will do it on their own accord, just like I did. No one forced atheism onto me. I wanted to learn more about it. By doing so, I started to question and doubt my faith, and eventually became a full-fledged atheist. I did it all on my own, and in hindsight, it was the best decision of my life. I have no regrets for becoming a skeptic.

  • “Talking Points” by Dusty Smith, AKA CultofDusty

    “Talking Points” by Dusty Smith, AKA CultofDusty

    The outro (sometimes the intro) to CultofDusty’s YouTube videos! Enjoy! I feel it is relevant today.