the quin withey radio weblog be the chart of the depths of quin despondency sure. if i say anything i believe very clearly am i understood, no, but i have the agents of reaction soliciting me to be their friend. apparently the search engines of the right trawl for dissent and if you express anger why then they look to enlist you in their campaigns of hate.
so we say nothing? ain't this a sorry state of affairs...
the film crew who came over last week none of them knew who granpa al lewis is...
popular culture fails us continually. leftest thought is perpetually squelched where it is not necessary to the operations of the financial technocracy, hence the wall street journal is this country's most left wing paper and jameson works out of duke. meanwhile here as abroad right wing fundamentalism is encouraged in order to prop up corrupt regimes and when it bubbles up out of control the proposed remedy is we blow stuff up.
the people who blow stuff up represent a totality to me... i don't like any of them.. kazinsky bin laden shamir bush... (and not billy clinton either, i shall never forgive him for letting waco slide. so, david koresh was crazy. {up here where i'd just moved all the liberals i knew [three maybe] told me they didn't think waco was a problem...i was aghast...})
surely i'm not the only one in the world concerned when nobel prize winners accept that nasty blood money?
so the jewish blood in my family would come down through my father's mother's father. my understanding is that "jewishness" is something considered to be passed on maternally within much of the faith itself, so my ability to claim to be a godless jew, as well as a godless episcopalian is terrible weak and i am mournful so. thus also such african and or native american descent as i might claim through my father's father's father is sort of iffy. i'm sad.
happily, despite the length of my marriage, i do sneak into some categories of 'queer'.
anyway i am gonna let beth take over in writing mostly because i think she's funnier than i am...
i did not read the wasteland until i was fifteen... maybe i looked at it when i was fourteen... it would've been because of that bobby dylan desolation row... i wouldn't necessarily cousel believing what beth writes.... all of this fiction...
everything now is fiction... whoa....
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