“Er, uh, I mean, like, who could he possibly be thinking of when he says that? We’re all just super.” she continued. [rough paraphrase]
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First, they came for the writers, but I could not read. Then, they came for the artists, but I could not see. When they came for the musicians, I was unwilling to hear. Eventually they came for me, but I could no longer think.
This post first appeared on Pat MacFarlane's email list, "What They're Not Tellin' You" Sign up for that here. The last few months I've been especially conscious of how time is passing us by. This being my original Liberty Weekly mailing list, some of you have been...
Over a decade ago, the US and Western nations would feign concern for the loss of innocent life while they waged a war. Terms such as Collateral or Unintentional would be thrown around, even when all evidence points in the opposite direction. There was a need for...
