So much sadness in the world of late, the top two items being: (1) the U.S.Senate's confirmation of "Bloody Gina" Haspel as head of the CIA; and (2) the frightful, unspeakable massacre of some 59 unarmed Palestinians, including 7 or 8 children, murdered in cold blood by the Israeli army. I thought I'd stick them in here, as a sort of counterpoint to the happy, truthful news of what's happened to south Ossetia. I might have included the truly heart-warming good news of the completion of the Kerch Strait bridge from Russia to Crimea, with the glad images of our friend Vladimir Vladimirovitch himself driving the first truck in the convoy across the 12-mile (19 kilometer) long bridge. "God, yes!" I exclaimed when Putin annexed Crimea--as I had also, first, exclaimed when Catherine II did so. How fucking irresponsible it was to have left Crimea in the hands of a turbulent, fascist, corrupt Ukraine; just as it would have been to have left South Ossetia and Abkhasia in the clutches of fascist, predatory Georgia.
I burn hot. I tend to exhaust people in conversation, like Margaret Fuller did Carlyle. Which leaves me (but apparently not Margaret) always wishing I'd shut up sooner. I have quite a few friends and not many enemies, but I'm very proud of the few I do have. There is consensus among my friends about me, which is how I know to write about myself. What my enemies think of me I have no idea. That, of course, could be dangerous.
The list of interests and favorites is absurdly partial and half-assed, particularly as to music and books. It's the stupid format of the blog itself, as given, that, of course, I color outside the lines and burst the seams of.
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