I
freely confess that my page views from Russia perplex me. They surge in my darkest moments, engaging in
confirmation bias or astonishment, even ridicule, perhaps exploitation, then
recede when I have a valid critique, or perhaps to them, I am a unique
specimen, the now wavering invalid who defied Google, the Philadelphia police,
University of Pennsylvania’s psychiatric procedures, and my rental agent, only
to fall to family and a shyster excuse for a wheelchair technician. Such
largesse would not be granted to me in the post-Soviet Putin era, not being an
apt love interest for the traitorous Edward Snowden, but whatever is going in
the globe’s largest, but sparsely populated nation, which could be quite easily
defeated by the Chinese military, something which I am sure our intelligence
agencies know better than I on the sheer strength of numbers alone, I was not
manipulated by Russian propaganda during the election cycle. Like many in the
right wing, Trump was not my first choice during the primaries, but I was then
an independent, and do not engage in backing a particular political horse,
state or nation-wide, all that often. Trump prevailed, and I was actually going
to throw my vote to the libertarians. Instead, I took pity on my aunt. I
concede, during my unhappy engagement with Yabberz, that some of the spin on
the Clinton Foundation may have been doctored, but this was not an influence on
my vote. That goes to Monica Lewinsky and the Starr Report, because it is just
possible that we would have been just that more vigilant about the rise of Al
Qada and Osama bin Laden had we the people not been in an uproar about
impeachment and sexual impropriety during President Clinton’s second term.
Now,
the dowager defended Bill in her communities, as the Senate voted down the
House articles, but in the aftermath of two decades of terrorism and failed
neo-conservative warfare, I put the onus for this on the Clintons. Had the
Clinton administration heeded the rising temperature of Islamic radicalism, GW
would not have had a rationale for Iraq 2.0, in our failed game of chicken
with Baathist prawns. This is how my pyramid is built, and continuously
disappointed, my gravitation toward anarchy no better or worse than what has
gone before. District 9 remains my favorite niche film in the science fiction
genre, and I’d argue that it isn’t quite as ironclad for progressive tolerance
as meets the eye, though it never references apartheid overtly, because native
black South Africans inhabit an anomalous place in the energy of the
documentary narrative. Regardless of Blomkamp’s intent, we come away uniquely challenged
by his unique little gem: first contact might neither be as transcendent or
malicious as the industry often feeds it to us. Arrival tilts its axis on the
same pole, and opts for the benevolence of Close
Encounters of the Third Kind, or Starman, never quite considering
Blomkamp’s striking thought that we’d wind up with Serbian camp conditions
instead. Having been around since Khrushchev and the fabled shoe tactic, I have
no love lost for collective state models, nor modern leftist cult style corruption
which results in the death of Putin's opposition. I have been disenfranchised
by corruption on the American left, and while I may not be the enemy of Slavic
mindsets, don’t presume I am your appeaser either. Implosive anger such as mine
often leads to attacks on the social altruism towards which we naturally
incline, such as those striking Austin. I’m quite aware of that, though in this
case, if law enforcement is correct that this involves music industry figures, that adds up to quite a bit of specious
hemlock. So we wait and see, wondering if Greg Abbott will have a political
life after his tenure.
That Nick Gillespie liked two of my tweets since I started supporting Reason isn't a job contract, and it doen't mean Brian will green light my next pitch. The magazine is just this side of too California for my tastes, but since I desire to keep exploring libertarian themes, it is nonetheless a small hope against alarm at the occasional spastic tremor.
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