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Two Men

Two completely different men in two different genres maybe crossing over here and there.


I enjoy both of their offerings, I love reading. And I have returned to several of their books many times.

Orwell for 1984 and Animal Farm (which were required reading in my time in high school) and Bradbury for way too many to mention here.

There is cause to worry when even Dr. Seuss isn’t safe.


Who knew that one day they’d be prophets?

From 1984 to Fahrenheit 451 in less than 45 days.

Some of us saw it coming. But I think we were too busy watching and not busy enough raising our voices.

I don’t like the way things are headed.

That’s it. That’s the post.

I do not like it.


I am.

They Live

I watched They Live again this morning.

If you don’t know what that is…

They Live (titled onscreen as John Carpenter’s They Live) is a 1988 American science-fictionactionhorror film written and directed by John Carpenter. Starring Roddy Piper, Keith David, and Meg Foster, the film follows an unnamed drifter[nb 1] who discovers through special sunglasses that the ruling class are aliens concealing their appearance and manipulating people to consume, breed, and conform to the status quo via subliminal messages in mass media. Wikipedia

I didn’t know there was a short story that it was based on until this morning. The short story is Eight O’Clock in the Morning by Ray Nelson.

I liked the short story [spend] nearly as much as I like the movie.

Both the movie and the story have [consume] certain parallels to what is going on right now. How much of your thought is controlled by the talking heads on TV and what the media pushes through your phone?

Things to think about.

That’s it. [obey] That’s the post.


Scene Of The Crime


I have returned to the scene of the crime.

My mother first brought me here when I was four. She had me reading then. By five I was joining in on the readers contests here. The VFW meets here now. It smells clean, sterile, Pine-sol permeates the air. It’s no longer a library. That has been moved to a newer, β€œbetter” building here in town. 

That new building doesn’t have the smell of paper, ink and binding glue. It doesn’t have decades of β€œshhhhh” embedded in its walls. The floor doesn’t creak as old wood floors do. It’s not a place I enjoy going to.

Now, they are allowed to talk in the library. They don’t have the reverence they should to enter a temple of knowledge in order to worship at it’s altar. 

I am a worshipper in a strange church and the librarians of old are preachers without pulpits.

I want it back.

This is an old post from my old blog but I can recycle that stuff because you probably haven’t seen it.

That’s it. That’s the post.