A Republic, If You Can Keep It.

A cardboard protest sign, which reads "Stop asking me to forgive fascism."
Image courtesy of Adobe Stock.

It should have been a landslide.

It shouldn’t have been a nail-biter.

It was, one hoped, the easiest question ever posed to the American people. After four years of a steady march towards fascism, four years of daily outrages — violations of the Constitution, literal textbook-definition Crimes Against Humanity, human rights violations, criminality and corruption — the American people should have buried Donald Trump and his enablers in the Republican Party in a massive tidal wave of repudiation. Something along the lines of the rejection of Barry Goldwater in 1964. We would stand up, together, and shout as loudly as we could, WE ARE BETTER THAN THIS.

But we’re not.

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Scores for Scriveners: Fantasy Grab-bag

Just looking at the image on the left there brings me back to my early teens, reading Robert E. Howard (whose birthday is today), and getting into Dungeons & Dragons. Back during those days, I (along with pretty much every D&D kid) tried my hand at writing fantasy. There were swords and dragons and monsters and it was all super cool — until I brought a copy to school, and a friend I’d given it to let somebody else see it, and I was mortified.

Maybe that’s why I’ve never written any more fiction in the fantasy or swords-and-sorcery genres? Who knows — that’s probably for a therapist to decide.

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