Probably my supercilious take (Flesh-eating Lizards from Alpha Centauri) on this subject comes from my innate, visceral distaste for it: I can't force myself to affect a polite, non-judgmental moral neutrality towards the Politics of the Seraglio, of the Whorehouse, and of the Abattoir, that has prevailed in America since 1947.
¿Has no one, ever, thought of repealing the National Security Act of 1947? ¿Why not? These questions which were never asked conceal, or gloss over, a terrifying accretion, and abuse, of power--of numbers of people/citizens under lock and key--and of swoll'n armies of thugs (police) to keep them there.
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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