What no one seemed to notice was the ever widening gap, after Sept. 11, 2001, between the government and the people. Just think how very wide this gap was to begin with, here in America. And it became always wider. You know it doesn’t make people close to their government to be told that this is a people’s government, a true democracy, or to be enrolled in civilian defense, or even to vote. All this has little, really nothing to do with knowing one is governing.
What happened here was the gradual habituation of the people, little by little, to being governed by surprise; to receiving decisions deliberated in secret; to believing that the situation was so complicated that the government had to act on information which the people could not understand, or so dangerous that, even if he people could understand it, it could not be released because of national security. And their sense of identification with Obama, their trust in him, made it easier to widen this gap and reassured those who would otherwise have worried about it.
This separation of government from people, this widening of the gap, took place so gradually and so insensibly, each step disguised (perhaps not even intentionally) as a temporary emergency measure or associated with true patriotic allegiance or with real social purposes. And all the crises and reforms (real reforms, too) so occupied the people that they did not see the slow motion underneath, of the whole process of government growing remoter and remoter.
You will understand me when I say that America was my life. It was all I cared about. I was a computer guy, a specialist. Then, suddenly, I was plunged into all the new activity, as the universe was drawn into the new situation; meetings, conferences, interviews, ceremonies, and, above all, papers to be filled out, reports, bibliographies, lists, questionnaires. And on top of that were the demands in the community, the things in which one had to, was “expected to” participate that had not been there or had not been important before. It was all rigmarole, of course, but it consumed all one’s energies, coming on top of the work one really wanted to do. You can see how easy it was, then, not to think about fundamental things. One had no time.
One had no time to think. There was so much going on. The Obama regime, and the whole process of its coming into being, was above all diverting. It provided an excuse not to think for people who did not want to think anyway. I do not speak of your “little men”, your baker and so on; I speak of my colleagues and myself, learned men, mind you. Most of us did not want to think about fundamental things and never had. There was no need to. Obamism gave us some dreadful, fundamental things to think about – we were decent people – and kept us so busy with continuous changes and “crises” and so fascinated, yes, fascinated, by the machinations of the “national enemies”, without and within, that we had no time to think about these dreadful things that were growing, little by little, all around us. Unconsciously, I suppose, we were grateful. Who wants to think?
To live in this process is absolutely not to be able to notice it – please try to believe me – unless one has a much greater degree of political awareness, acuity, than most of us had ever had occasion to develop. Each step was so small, so inconsequential, so well explained or, on occasion, “regretted,” that, unless one were detached from the whole process from the beginning, unless one understood what the whole thing was in principle, what all these “little measures” that no “patriotic American” could resent what it must someday lead to … one no more saw it developing from day to day than a farmer in his field sees the corn growing. One day it is over his head.
How is this to be avoided, among ordinary men, even highly educated ordinary men? Frankly, I do not know. I do not see, even now. Many, many times since it all happened I have pondered that pair of great maxims; Principiis obsta and Finem respice — “Resist the beginnings” and “consider the end.” But one must foresee the end in order to resist, or even see, the beginnings. One must foresee the end clearly and certainly and how is this to be done, by ordinary men or even by extraordinary men? Things might have changed here before they went as far as they did; they didn’t, but they might have. And everyone counts on that might.
Pastor Niemoller spoke for the thousands and thousands of men like me when he spoke and said that, when the Nazis attacked the Communists, he was a little uneasy, but, after all, he was not a Communist, and so he did nothing: and then they attacked the Socialists, and he was a little more uneasy, but, still, he was not a Socialist, and he did nothing; and then the schools, the press, the Jews, and so on, and he was always more uneasy, but still he did nothing. And then they attacked the Church, and he was a Churchman, and he did something …. but then it was too late.
You see, one doesn’t see exactly where or how to move. Believe me, this is true. Each act, each occasion, is worse than the last, but only a little worse. You wait for the next and the next. You wait for the one great shocking occasion, thinking that others, when such a shock comes, will join with you in resisting somehow. You don’t want to act, or even to talk, alone; you don’t want to “go out of your way to make trouble.” Why not? – Well, you are not in the habit of doing it. And it is not just fear, it is fear of standing alone that restrains you; it is also genuine uncertainty.
Uncertainty is a very important factor, and, instead of decreasing as time goes on, it grows. Outside, in the streets, in the general community, everyone is happy. One hears no protest, and certainly sees none. You know, in France or Italy there will be slogans against the government painted on walls and fences; in Germany, outside the great cities, perhaps, there is not even this. In the university community, in your own community, you speak privately to you colleagues, some of whom certainly feel as you do; but what do they say? They say, “It’s not so bad” or “You’re seeing things” or “You’re an alarmist.”
And you are an alarmist. You are saying that this must lead to this, and you can’t prove it. These are the beginnings, yes; but how do you know for sure when you don’t know the end, and how do you know, or even surmise, the end? On the one hand, your enemies, the law, the regime, the Party, intimidate you. On the other, your colleagues pooh-pooh you as pessimistic or even neurotic. You are left with your close friends, who are, naturally, people who have always thought as you have.
But your friends are fewer now. Some have drifted off somewhere or submerged themselves in their work. You no longer see as many as you did at meetings or gatherings. Informal groups become smaller; attendance drops off in little organizations, and the organizations themselves wither. Now, in small gatherings of your oldest friends, you feel that you are talking to yourselves, that you are isolated from the reality of things. This weakens your confidence still further and serves as a further deterrent to what? It is clearer all the time that, if you are going to do anything, you must make an occasion to do it, and then you are obviously a troublemaker. So you wait, and you wait.
But the one great shocking occasion, when tens or hundreds or thousands will join with you, never comes. That’s the difficulty. If the last and worst act of the whole regime had come immediately after the first and the smallest, thousands, yes, millions would have been sufficiently shocked. For example, in Germany the gassing of the Jews in 1942 would have never been tolerated had it occurred immediately after the Night Of Broken Glass (Kristallnacht) in 1938.
But of course this isn’t the way it happens. In between come all the hundreds of little steps, some of them imperceptible, each of them preparing you not to be shocked by the next. Step C is not so much worse than Step B, and, if you did not make a stand at Step B, why should you at Step C? And so on to Step D.
And one day, too late, your principles, if you were ever sensible of them, all rush in upon you. The burden of self-deception has grown too heavy, and some minor incident, in my case my little boy, hardly more than a baby, saying “nigger” collapses it all at once, and you see that everything, everything, has changed and changed completely under your nose.
The world you live in ·your nation, your people ·is not the world you were in at all. The forms are all there, all untouched, all reassuring, the houses, the shops, the jobs, the mealtimes, the visits, the concerts, the cinema, the holidays. But the spirit, which you never noticed because you made the lifelong mistake of identifying it with the forms, is changed. Now you live in a world of hate and fear, and the people who hate and fear do not even know it themselves; when everyone is transformed, no one is transformed. Now you live in a system which rules without responsibility even to God. The system itself could not have intended this in the beginning, but in order to sustain itself it was compelled to go all the way.
You have gone almost all the way yourself. Life is a continuing process, a flow, not a succession of acts and events at all. It has flowed to a new level, carrying you with it, without any effort on your part. On this new level you live, you have been living more comfortably every day, with new morals, new principles. You have accepted things you would not have accepted five years ago, a year ago, things that your father, even in America, could not have imagined.
Suddenly it all comes down, all at once. You see what you are, what you have done, or, more accurately, what you haven’t done (for that was all that was required of most of us: that we do nothing). You remember those early meetings of your department in the university when, if one had stood, others would have stood, perhaps, but no one stood. A small matter, a matter of hiring this man or that, and you hired this one rather than that. You remember everything now, and your heart breaks. Too late. You are compromised beyond repair.
What then? You must then shoot yourself. Or “adjust” your principles. Many tried, and some, I suppose, succeeded; not I, however. Or learn to live the rest of your life with your shame. This last is the nearest there is, under the circumstances, to heroism: shame. Many Americans became this poor kind of hero, many more, I think, than the world knows or cares to know.
Once the War On Terror started then resistance, protest, criticism, complaint, all carried with them a multiplied likelihood of the greatest punishment. Mere lack of enthusiasm, or failure to show it in public, was “defeatism.” You assumed that there were lists of those who would be “dealt with” later, after the victory. Once the war began, the government could do anything necessary to win it! War and its “necessities” gave them the knowledge that they could get away with it.
And the people in America who kept silent all along, once the war had begun, still only thought of complaining, protesting, resisting, were betting on America losing the war. It’s a long bet. Not many will survive.
My God,
If punctuation was on my A list Stucky, you would be a contender for the most anal.
However… your drivel above was way above even some of your own works.
Immortal words spoken in front of a forum of nations:
“Now do you realize what you have done”?
Own it. It’s yours. You own it. By keeping silent you allowed it to occur.
The “Great Awakening” will come too late. Dead on arrival.
Today we have a national election. Yesterday emails were flying around among family members with predictions.
I’ve spent last couple of years watching slow death of democracy in Canada. This year government passed bill C-51. Basically our patriot act.
I’m just shocked at how easily my rights as a free citizen were run over. Anyways midst all the emails was little mention of that. Only trivial matters as far as I’m concerned.
I told everyone that I have decided not to vote. I don’t see the point. From now on I won’t consent to be governed by any of those politicians. I view my relationship to governing class along these lines.
co·er·cion
kōˈərZHən,kōˈərSHən/Submit
noun
the practice of persuading someone to do something by using force or threats.
“it wasn’t slavery because no coercion was used”
It perfectly describes how I feel about current political discourse.
rob
Never too late to awaken. Never too late to own it, all of it. Never too late to prepare. Forget your mistakes, freedom is first a mental attrubute.
“… your drivel above was way above even some of your own works.” ——- crazyivan
heh heh
Did you write this, Stucky? Sometimes it sounds like you, but on balance it radically different in style from anything of yours I’ve read.
Either way it is excellent and powerful.
I like the spin on Milton Mayer’s “They Thought They Were Free” – an excellent study of why average Germans went along with the Nazi state, and yes, very relevant parallels to the U.S. post 9/11.
These two quotes gave it away – I use them in my High School U.S. History classes when talking about war justifications and false flags:
“What happened here was the gradual habituation of the people, little by little, to being governed by surprise; to receiving decisions deliberated in secret; to believing that the situation was so complicated that the government had to act on information which the people could not understand, or so dangerous that, even if he people could understand it, it could not be released because of national security. And their sense of identification with Obama, their trust in him, made it easier to widen this gap and reassured those who would otherwise have worried about it.”
“To live in this process is absolutely not to be able to notice it – please try to believe me – unless one has a much greater degree of political awareness, acuity, than most of us had ever had occasion to develop. Each step was so small, so inconsequential, so well explained or, on occasion, “regretted,” that, unless one were detached from the whole process from the beginning, unless one understood what the whole thing was in principle, what all these “little measures” that no “patriotic American” could resent what it must someday lead to … one no more saw it developing from day to day than a farmer in his field sees the corn growing. One day it is over his head.”
Changed just enough to make some good points about the U.S. today
The Tree Of Liberty Must Refreshed With The Blood Of Tyrants And Patriots …..Thomas Jefferson.
Guess with the 4th turning this will happen…let’s hope the blood will include Wallstreet Gangsters and The Banksters as well .
Oh hell Stucky you just fucked up my whole conspiracy theory : Satan’s Serpent Kharzers of Cain ,Esau /Edomities called Jews now =yehudi of the old Tares =the unredeemable Tribe forever Cursed by God
is the one and only cause of all our problems
Shit ,now I gotta start all over again with a new conspiracy theory.
“I like the spin on Milton Mayer’s “They Thought They Were Free”” ——- Ryan
Ya dick!!!! If I WANTED to let people know this was written in 1953, dontchya think I would have INCLUDED that in the article??? Ya spoiler dweeb douchbag! 🙂
At any rate …. IT SURELY IS PRETTY DAMNED REMARKABLE … this description of how ordinary Germans grew to accept a fascist state. It pretty much describes America 2015.
What did I change? Hitler became Obama, and Germany became USA, obviously. The ONLY other FEW things I changed are right in the article …. the underlined words.
oops … you can read the book for free here —
http://www.archive.org/stream/theythoughttheyw027497mbp#page/n23/mode/2up
OK..I be dumb. Underline passages are your edits. It took me long enough. The computer thing threw me, I must admit. It sounded like an older writing style and yet chalk full of anachronisms. So, of course, I asked an idiotic question.
“And the people in America who kept silent all along, once the war had begun, still only thought of complaining, protesting, resisting, were betting on America losing the war. It’s a long bet. Not many will survive. – Stucky
A conversation between my wife and I, not long ago. Our son overheard us…
Me: “…and make sure the passports are in order… and don’t forget to call XXX to make sure you and (our son) have resources available when you get there. Might want to call XXX down in (town name). He’s pretty remote. Might want to seriously consider that as a bolt hole…”
Her: “We need to go to (town) to get him a new passport. We can’t do it from here.”
Me: “What, you mean the little sub-embassy over in (town) won’t do it?”
Her: “No, they won’t. We have to drive all the way to (town) to get it done.”
Me: “Shit… well, ain’t that just wonderful? No use bitching about those idiots over in (town) and why they can’t do it… it is what it is…”
Her: (serious) “Okay… but when should we… you know… leave? What’s the… the thing?”
Me: (thoughtful) “Honestly? I do not know. I can’t see the future, but a day too soon is better than a day too late… We’ll have to keep a close eye on things that are happenin-”
Son: (on the stairs behind us) “Leave to go where?”
Us: (pause) ….
Me: “How much did you hear?”
Son: “Stuff about passports and seeing Uncle XXX down in (town)…”
Me: “Well, no sense in keeping it from you. Come on down and get comfortable. You got a stake in this, too, so you need to hear it.”
Son: (seated) “Why are we leaving?”
Me: “You and your mother will be leaving. Maybe. Hopefully not. I’m staying.”
Son: “Why? Why aren’t you coming? Don’t you love us anymore? (starts to tear up)”
Me: (starting to get choked up) “No… you’re leaving – maybe – specifically because I love you.”
Son: “Well, then why aren’t you coming with us?”
Me: (pause) “Because war is coming…”
Son: “Here?!”
Me: “Yes. Maybe. Probably. I don’t know… but, I think yeah… things are too… fractured… and we have to plan for everything… ”
Son: “When do we have to leave?”
Me: “Hopefully never. Could be maybe 6 months… could be years from now… but we have to assume that it’s going to eventually happen and we have to make a plan. That’s what your mother and I are doing. You can go. Because she’s mother, she can go. I probably won’t be allowed to stay if I go, and your mother agrees, so I’m staying.”
Son: “But, I want to stay with you!”
Me: “That… is not your job. It’s mine. I’m staying because I was born here. Raised here. I won’t be moved. That is my path to walk, and I’m okay with it.
Son: “But!..”
Me: “Your job is to survive. You have to make it. Nothing else matters… not even me. You already know how important you are. That’s why you have to go. Be thankful you have that, because your friends don’t have that option. They’re stuck here. It is the way it is and you need to accept it. Pay attention to what I teach you and learn as much as you can, because if I’m gone then that means you become Patriarch of the family…”
Son: “Like gran’pa was?”
Me: “Yep, just like gran’pa was… It will come down to you. So you have to be able to handle it. You think you can handle it, Mouse?”
Son: (dejected) “…yeah… okay….”
Me: “Now, your mother and I have to talk about boring financial stuff – money and bank stuff – so you can go play some games if you want in your room.. okay?”
Son: “… okay… ”
I’m just going to leave that right there… take it for what it is… I have to clean the Den now (I got shit everywhere and I caught a rasher of grief from my wife about it, soooooo…. )
Laters…
“THEY” TOOK OVER WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING
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I read the book this was taken from about a year ago, brilliant and insightful. Good point you make using this passage like you did Stucky. Everyone should read this book.
Nice work, reminded me of the terrorist’ V speech on the hijacked tele. Also pairs nicely with hangmans story admin posts regularly.
Greetings,
I’ve said it before so I’ll say it again.
These things turn like schools of fish or flocks of birds. No one quite understands how it it happens but it does. History – people, they are no different. We are going to be moving along when suddenly the tide is going to change. When it happens it will look, in hindsight, inevitable.
Powerful post Billy (lump in throat)
I knew Billy (who still has serious military connections ) would give us the heads up when the time came closer. And yes, this time war will be on our land, on our doorsteps.
For the love of God, do not make the mistake of embracing the communists as your saviors. The Russians and Chinese are commies and really do not give two shits about us, don’t make the take over easy.
When I vehemently opposed and marched against the Iraqi War, I was called a traitor by my conservative friends. When I spoke out against the Patriot Act, I was told that I did nothing wrong, I should have nothing to fear. When I spoke out against the Banker bailout, people looked at me like I was a weirdo. When I drove a 1000 miles to protest at the 2004 Republican convention because of Bush’s war in Iraq and the growing Security State, I was called a Communist. When I went to New York to participate in Operation Wall St. for a week, I was called a Liberal Fool.
The vast majority of Americans still don’t get it. State propaganda is amazing in it’s efficiency. By the time the People figure it out, it will be too late and besides, let’s face it, Americans (for the most part) are a bunch of lazy, self centered pussies who don’t even have the courage or the gumption to call their Congressman and complain. In the end, we all get the government that we deserve and that is what is happening in America today
I haven’t voted in ANY election, local, state or federal since Ross Perot lost to Billie ‘SKIN DOG’ Clinton. Immediately after those elections I unplugged the TV set from ‘the matrix’ and since that time I do not take any shit from anyone ! I observe from a distance most of the world spinning faster and faster out of control – CLICK, CLICK – BOOM
What the shitballs are you talking about Billy? Our son is 110% retard. If we tried ter put him on a plane he would immediately poop hissself. I ain’t flyin ter Deutch land with a shit smellin mongoloid in tow. You said he could stay with you. Fer reals.
@Ryan… it is golden, not matter from where Stucky got his inspiration.
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“The kernel, the soul — let us go further and say the substance, the bulk, the actual and valuable material of all human utterances — is plagiarism.” Mark Twain
So, having said that, I am now going to take Stucky’s article in its entirety, change a few words (and punctuation) here and there and place it on my own little page as if I thought of it myself to entertain a few of my friends and neighbors here in the hills who think I’m rather clever or nuts, either of which does fine for entertainment to them. And they have no idea I’m really Maggie.
Okay, here’s my version…
While We Slept….
the gap that had been widening since September 11, 2001 between our government and the American people grew wider each night by millimeters that were imperceptible to all by the most finely tuned political instruments. And those instruments were controlled by those widening the gap.
As we became more comfortable by habit with being told that our government needed to operate in secret, because the situations were so very complex and the information so very sensitive that the people just could not understand or be trusted to comprehend the levity of the dangers, we began to accept that we played no role in governing any longer. We elected leaders who were symbolic, who showed that we, as a nation, had put our tainted past behind us and embraced diversity and rejected the traditions that had sullied our honor with slavery and prejudice. We replaced national pride with self-aggrandizement.
The gap grew wider with each emergency, disguised as patriotic and implied as temporary. And the emergencies seemed to come from all directions at once at times, creating a cacophony that kept us so alarmed and distracted that we didn’t notice that each emergency seemed to dissipate into nothing as soon as the next arose. We watched the government send SWAT teams in full body armor into schools and neighborhoods looking for villains with growing horror. We knew what we were seeing was wrong, but the government had a duty to try to stop the violence being inflicted on us, didn’t they? And there it was: Us and Them. We were no longer one with our government at all.
Those who know me will understand when I say that serving this country was a high priority for me. You will know that my husband and I performed technical jobs in the United States Air Force and that, later, we continued to work in positions supporting the Air Force mission after the tragic events of 9/11. But, as we saw the transition in the military-industrial community after that pivotal event, we began to grow cynical about the necessity for all the rigmarole that was put in place to consume everyone’s time and energy. There were always meetings to attend, planning for conferences, papers to initial and lists to review, questionnaires and equipment inventories… there were also all sorts of social experiments being implemented in subtle ways that let us know some real change was coming. There was so much minutae to take care of all the day long that there was never a chance to get to the work that we thought could help make things better for someone. There was just no time for that kind of real work.
Looking back, I can remember warning signs that I ignored. I didn’t want to seem paranoid. And then, when I found myself fighting against the machine for personal reasons that grew into solid principle from which I would not move and I learned the truth and the truth set me free. People are able to live in this madness because each step into the abyss is so small, so incremental and so well planned by devious minds, that the whole process from the beginning to where it leads is no more visible than the flash flood that comes from the nort… the waters build on the Castor and the Current and the Black Rivers and the Missouri and once the Diversion Channel breaks, we can only hope the flood gates hold on the Mississippi.
A few people notice with you, but only a very few. Most embrace the distraction and accept the lovely bread and circus entertainment set before them. Because after 9/11, there wasn’t 9/27 as we feared… or 11/9… or 12/18… or any of the whispered threats that were sent out as rumors along the cyberhiways. Because if there had been, we might have still been able to come together as a nation and fight, might we not? But instead, a dozen plus years of bickering over silliness has intervened and distracted us beyond reason, while our manufacturing capability has leaked overseas like the comfort from a compromised air mattress on a chilly night.
So on this new level we found ourselves living and we couldn’t accept it any longer. We became something we could never have imagined ourselves becoming and we decided to return to a better time, when there was goodness and hard work and honesty and integrity and if nothing else, there was personal honor. And so, we hope that we see others wake from the sleep that has come upon our nation. We know there are a few waking, but most are too ready to take a sleeping potion and snuggle back into their soft pillows.
Because what the War On Terror really is is a War on Individual Resistance, Protest, Criticism, and most of all, liberty. We know that if you learn of wrongdoing in the government and tell, you must make plans to escape this country, like Edward Snowden. It makes me wonder how many others like him may have tried and died. When the War On Terror began, it became a War Of Terror. And once it started, the government was given carte blanche to win. And a government with that kind of power doesn’t ever want to release it. So they never will. The War will never end until we end this government’s tyranny.
The American people who were silent, who slept through the war and never even thought about the transitions of our country? Well, if the war turns inward, there will be no need for a sleeping population. Not many will survive.[img
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A few people notice with you, but only a very few. Most embrace the distraction and accept the lovely bread and circus entertainment set before them. Because after 9/11, there wasn’t 9/27 as we feared… or 11/9… or 12/18… or any of the whispered threats that were sent out as rumors along the cyber-highways. Because if there had been, we might have still been able to come together as a nation and fight, might we not? But instead, a dozen plus years of bickering over silliness has intervened and distracted us beyond reason, while our manufacturing capability has leaked overseas like the comfort from a compromised air mattress on a chilly night and our military capability has been stretched so thin the stretch marks are as visible as if on a pregnant ranger.[img
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And I gotta tell you that as an editor, I shorten and splice wherever I can. If it is redundant, it goes. Writers who’ve hired me hated me UNTIL publisher reads it.
Wow Maggie, you just ruint the whole effect. You plagiarised Stucky’s plagiarism, but in a really dumb way, and took all the fun out of it. I’m giving you a thumbs down fer this sub part effort.
Maggie
Billah’s Wife sucks diseased donkey dick.
You did a SPLENDID job with that!! If you have the time, let us know how your friends reacted to your post.
Two hours in, six people really like it and called me smart, brilliant, a chip off the old block (my father wrote countrified editorials in the local paper for decades)… two people asked to share it. NO ONE so far realizes what it is patterned after. I’m not telling either.
Maggie- BW is a fukwit, continue on with your project and lets see if anyone catches on.
Who/What is BW? Did you tell Admin to send me your email address for some MISO and APIJ? Stucky might need a sample too.
Maggie I love what you wrote. I may forward it to my family members. Like I said in earlier post we had an election in Canada yesterday. Elected a new Prime Minister and government. I announced to everyone that I wasn’t voting. My personal protest. You edit helps explain my feelings. People asked me this morning who I voted for and what I thought of outcome. When I tell them I refused to participate and some get this blank stare on their face. Akin to a child finding out their is no Santa Claus.
I am very disappointed in outcome. Not so much because of who is leading country now, he does seem like a stand-up guy, but because it is not clear to me what the mandate is. The TPP negotiations were concluded during election in secret. The election should have been primarily about this but we ended up with a Hope and Change guy much like Obama. And we all know how that’s turned out for USA.
Anyways I am thinking of writing a book about my time at Westray maybe if you have the inclination you can adopt me as my editor. It will be my winter project.
As for Billa’s wife, maybe she should stick to making pancakes for Billy. A note to her, she can buy the stuff pre-mixed so all she has to do is add water. She should not be able to fuck them up too much.
She has somehow managed to be redundant and idiotic at same time. A special feat for I’m sure a special person.
Oooh… a winter editing project!!! sounds delightful. Send Admin your email Addy to forward to me if you are serious and I’ll send you some names if you want references.
Of course, very soon your comments to me will be along the lines of “What was wrong with the way I wrote it… you’ve cut out some very important side points I wanted to include. NO, I do not want to put them in footnotes.”
LOL.
Admin, your payment for becoming my liaison for email is upstairs in a quart jar right now.
Footnotes
hahah
you won’t have to worry about that….
Anyways
I don’t consider myself a writer and I’m still not sure if I can do it but I’m going to try.
rob
Would love to see the effort and offer my opinion/editing skill. Really. I’m a great editor. Ask me.
I believe you Maggie.
I’m on TBP every day and have read many of your posts. Like I said I’m not a writer and I already know you write better than I.
I’m not a grammar nazi and really think people who nitpick others’ prose to death are anal and should be beaten about the head and shoulders with reams of paper, but “I” should be “me” in the object of your sentence… JUST on the off-chance the grammar police are watching me to report to Big Brother.
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The “I” was intentional…………
just checking to see if you noticed 🙂
Anyways get in touch with me. I don’t know how I am going to do this. I’ve been writing this book in my head for 23 years. It has gone through many edits and redo’s. As long as you let me write
labour
neighbour
the correct way we should be just fine.
I don’t know why we spell that way in Canada. It might have something to do with how we pronounce our “O”. I suppose the “U” is there to remind us not to say “oo”
Cheers
rt
My latest share included this comment: WOW. Awesome writing. Tee Hee.
Rob, one of my dearest friends is from Ireland. She corrects my poor use of the English language quite often. No worries with dialect.
Newest post on my blogsite (Of course, Mollie is one of my “mods” so I don’t know if that really counts. She could be sucking up to the boss.): This is such excellent writing that I thought you were quoting an existing book!! From day one, I have felt exactly like you!! How do we wake the people and change this path we are on?! Mollie
No need ter be rude stucky.
Maggie, here’s yer first paragraph.
“While We Slept….
the gap that had been widening since September 11, 2001 between our government and the American people grew wider each night by millimeters that were imperceptibl to all by the most finely tuned political instruments. And those instruments were controlled by those widening the gap.”
That ain’t good writing, and I ain’t just talkin grammar. It ain’t quite ter Steph levels, and it ain’t just random blowhard bullshit like Billy, and it ain’t wonderful poetic googley goo like Hardscramble, but it also ain’t like the badass commentary of, fer example, El Coyote. It’s like a C minus, which aint a grade ter brag about. If you send me some kim chi er something maybe I’ll let up.
Final update on my paraphrase of Stucky’s re-write: 716 views (up 80% from last weeks chicken and yard pictures LOL) the comments I’ve already posted, but I’ll call it a real success for my little audience.
So, Stucky, when will you plagiarize me another article to plagiarize?
“The system itself could not have intended this in the beginning, but in order to sustain itself it was compelled to go all the way.”
Who is to say this is true? When you have a death cult performing dark satanic rituals, who is to say it will not summon a giant black cloud of fear and hate which takes over the minds of the masses, and that this wasnt the intention all along? We know the Nazis were big on satanic rituals. Just like we know Washington DC is full of satanic symbolism. And satanism in pop music? It’s everywhere. The Franklin coverup. Bob Kerrey served in the US senate and was even put on the 9/11 Commission. Just trace the story of that man back through history and you can clearly see satanism at work. You can literally feel the black cloud forming as you step through this guy’s past. And he is but one example. 9/11 itself was the biggest satanic rite of them all. If people cannot be made to see this for what it is then this will only end with the population going completely mad and at war with the world. But when you cant even convince people that carbs are slow-killing them, or that it is big pharma and not the guns that causes these shootings, or any of a dozen other small mental hurdles, then how the hell do you convince them that such massive and powerful black magic is at work on them? It is a tall order…