Were any of you brats, when you were little? Or did you ever observe natural-born brats in action? Because I had a natural, massive problem with authority. Which had its issues, because you see, until my heath got better at about 9, I was a little, forever sick kid who weighed nothing, and […]Dance to the Line — According To Hoyt
Now, a little something to rattle the sabers and whet the war-eagles’ talons over. I don’t usually wax political here, because life is so very much more than politics, and politics in a Western “democracy” is by its definition a transient NOW! business, whereas art (including writing) that has any value is art that endures. Much of that does have immediate political content and context, but usually its endurance is in spite of, not because of, that.
But I make no bones about my political allegiance: I am a red-blooded American and hold traitors in contempt so far as I am able to do so– including those who have occasionally ascended to the nation’s presidency. And I leave you with the words of Mr. Mencken:
“Every normal man must be tempted, at times, to spit upon his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats.” H. L. Mencken, Prejudices (First Series)