"He explores the invisible the way others explore an unknown island." -- Tzvetan Todorov
Perhaps Gillian Anderson perseveres due to the wide-eyed hazel expression of sacrificial duplicity from which we blithely follow, whether or not she was Scully the incredulous or a gilded age female doomed to failure. The X-Files filter through in the smallest segments. Mulder rescuing Anderson from the usual humanoid transformation deemed a pathological exploit, or the send up to paranoia: insects as alien scouts. That's it. Nine seasons of fiddle and faddle. Yet she works in Hannibal as the psychiatrist, whacko to whacko, Fuller's irony intangibly perfect.
Two pitches, this while I evaluate my Teflon frying pan from my doomed Kmart outlet as a murder weapon. Do I still have the arm strength? Whack on the skull, joyous giggle, last downtown fugue. Policy analysts would differentiate the Iraq War and the Crimean annexation as follows: Bush destroyed Saddam Hussein as a conservative rebuttal to Al Qaida, trying to free the Arabic Islamic world from tyranny, even if Cheney wanted uncontested fossil fuel access. The war was a policy disaster with far reaching consequences, but it was a case of America fighting to give the gift of liberty.
Putin, conversely, is utilizing sentiment for Mother Russia to rebuild a quasi-Czarist state. This is evil as opposed to our good, even if we stepped in dog shit as a consequence. I would have bought this line of reasoning as a young student.
Mind, I am not particularly sympathetic to authoritarian state models from the past, but liberalism is just as exhausted as is our imperial impetus
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