Thursday, October 18, 2007
Standard Myths
Filed in the "anyone can grow up to be president" file:
"The fee to be considered for the Democratic ballot is $2,500, while it’s a hefty $35,000 to gain admittance into the Republican primary."
More here. Go Stephen, go.
Meanwhile, on the question of writing--this, to a friend, in regards to recent crises on the writing front, I mentioned, among other concerns, that I had a strong suspicion that writers were accidentally "teaching our tyrants how better to swindle us and make us like it." To which he responded, "THEY'VE WON ALREADY! Jazus..that's no reason not to do something."
It may be exactly that--reaching for that nasty comfort that comes with realizing the struggle's been well and truly lost. I mean, obviously, our tyrants don't know much about handling peace. At least, not if we accept the labels they stick on things--wherein we've been at peace for a solid three years now. There's something to declaring the war over, and letting them call themselves winners. But it does seem cold comfort.
Regardless. I gotta find a way to get writing, again. I'm starting to bug the living shit out of myself at this point.
With that in mind...
--tchitch.
"The fee to be considered for the Democratic ballot is $2,500, while it’s a hefty $35,000 to gain admittance into the Republican primary."
More here. Go Stephen, go.
Meanwhile, on the question of writing--this, to a friend, in regards to recent crises on the writing front, I mentioned, among other concerns, that I had a strong suspicion that writers were accidentally "teaching our tyrants how better to swindle us and make us like it." To which he responded, "THEY'VE WON ALREADY! Jazus..that's no reason not to do something."
It may be exactly that--reaching for that nasty comfort that comes with realizing the struggle's been well and truly lost. I mean, obviously, our tyrants don't know much about handling peace. At least, not if we accept the labels they stick on things--wherein we've been at peace for a solid three years now. There's something to declaring the war over, and letting them call themselves winners. But it does seem cold comfort.
Regardless. I gotta find a way to get writing, again. I'm starting to bug the living shit out of myself at this point.
With that in mind...
--tchitch.