“We slide, almost without noticing, back into superstition and darkness…”

“I have a foreboding of an America in my children’s or grandchildren’s time — when the United States is a service and information economy; when nearly all the manufacturing industries have slipped away to other countries; when awesome technological powers are in the hands of a very few, and no one representing the public interest can even grasp the issues; when the people have lost the ability to set their own agendas or knowledgeably question those in authority; when, clutching our crystals and nervously consulting our horoscopes, our critical faculties in decline, unable to distinguish between what feels good and what’s true, we slide, almost without noticing, back into superstition and darkness…

“The dumbing down of American is most evident in the slow decay of substantive content in the enormously influential media, the 30 second sound bites (now down to 10 seconds or less), lowest common denominator programming, credulous presentations on pseudoscience and superstition, but especially a kind of celebration of ignorance.”

— Carl Sagan in 1995

 

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“Study of Trees,” Piet Mondrian, 1912

Crayon on paper.

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“The object of persecution is persecution. The object of torture is torture. The object of power is power.”

Now I will tell you the answer to my question. It is this.  The Party seeks power entirely for its own sake.  We are not interested in the good of others; we are interested solely in power, pure power.

What pure power means you will understand presently.  We are different from the oligarchies of the past in that we know what we are doing.  All the others, even those who resembled ourselves, were cowards and hypocrites.  The German Nazis and the Russian Communists came very close to us in their methods, but they never had the courage to recognize their own motives.  They pretended, perhaps they even believed, that they had seized power unwillingly and for a limited time, and that just around the corner there lay a paradise where human beings would be free and equal.

We are not like that. We know that no one ever seizes power with the intention of relinquishing it. Power is not a means; it is an end.

One does not establish a dictatorship in order to safeguard a revolution; one makes the revolution in order to establish the dictatorship. The object of persecution is persecution. The object of torture is torture. The object of power is power. Now you begin to understand me.

― from George Orwell’s “1984”

 

 

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The Drabble features my 100-word horror story, “There in the Bags!”

I am honored today to see my 100-word horror story, “There in the Bags,” published by The Drabble!

You can find it at the link below:

There in the Bags

“There in the Bags” was first published by Poems-for-All in 2017.

 

 

“The limits of tyrants are prescribed by the endurance of those whom they oppose.”

“The limits of tyrants are prescribed by the endurance of those whom they oppose.”

― Fredrick Douglas

 

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“Lustige Blätter,” Artuš Scheiner, 1901

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“Democracy is the worst form of Government except for all those other forms …”

Many forms of Government have been tried, and will be tried in this world of sin and woe. No one pretends that democracy is perfect or all-wise. Indeed it has been said that democracy is the worst form of Government except for all those other forms that have been tried from time to time …

— Winston Churchill, House of Commons, 1947 (quoting an unknown predecessor)

 

 

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This type of exchange is always awkward …

Here’s another conversation I had last night:

Friend #1:  “Jack Kerouac used a typewriter.  You know those old typewriters, right?  You had had to put the paper in, you rolled it through.”

Me: “Yes.  I know typewriters.  I owned a typewriter when I was a kid.  I took a typing course in high school.”

Friend #2:  [Skeptical pause] “Eric … how old are you?”

 

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“The Mirrour Which Flatters Not,” Puget de la Serre, 1639

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Somebody asked me tonight if I was wearing cologne.

LOL! like I’m classy enough for cologne!

People are lucky if I smell like a chicken salad sandwich I just ate.   Or maybe mango-flavored vape.

You know what?  I should mix those and patent the scent.  I could call it Eau de Nolan.

Or maybe just Odious Nolan.

I’m rambling again.

 

 

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