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THE CHILD AS POLITICAL TOOL

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Newspeak Racism

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May
07
Elderly to the Ovens

I saw a blog today. I searched “Old People.” The very first hit on Google: “Old People You can Probably Punch.”

http://christinamajaski.com//stupid-list-friday-5-types-of-old-people-you-can-probably-punch/

Ms. Majaski, who by the way had a stunning page which at the top urges us all to “Live for Each Other,” has numerous other posts recommending throat punches to a variety of other humans including ex-boyfriends.

To save you the anguish joy of having to read her deathless prose, let me just say that she creates a bestiary of the “old” whom she thinks can be assaulted to the general rejoicing of her audience. Her photo suggests she will never see seventeen again, thus she this might be proposin...


Feb
26
Mobs versus Smaug?

In my novel I have two major countries: the Democratic Unity and the Restructured States of America.

Other than for writer-ly necessity, why are these two American countries so drastically altered from today’s America?

Part of the reason is narrative, of course. Narrative is conflict. If I had proposed a future dystopia which embodied an America, stumbling on much as it is today, I should get either the banal homogeneity of “Brave New World” or the oppressive totalitarianism of “1984.”

My major metric was not soulless prosperity or perpetual world conflict but rather age. Thus, I chose to create a laboratory for the conflict: two countries that went different ways on the age gradient. That, and to make it credi...


Dec
25
T’was the Night in Nalerigu, Ghana

T’was the night before Christmas, I was beginning to crash.

When two boys from the village got into a stash,

Of their grandmother’s cassava, she was saving it special,

And had it back of the house, there, under a kettle.

But, it, they had found, slicing it up for a snack,

(Stuff will kill you if not washed up and cooked right)

And they gave that a try, by the time that I saw them,

Retching and puking themselves on beds in Men’s Ward, then,

Under the lights that are kept on all night,

To make the rats bashful to put up much fight

Over food that is lying about in the ward,

Or get over-bold and gnaw charts, I’m told.

The boys got their IVs and charcoal, as well.

And, this time it worked (God has mercy for fools)

So I walked back t...