Category Archives: Pottersville
The writer is William McPherson, a novelist, critic, and journalist, who was the editor of the Washington Post Book World and was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for Criticism.
Read that again: He won a Pulitzer Prize.
Now he is poor.
If you’re poor, what might have been a minor annoyance, or even a major inconvenience, becomes something of a disaster. Your hard drive crashes? Who’s going to pay for the recovery of its data, not to mention the new computer? I’m not playing solitaire on this machine; the hard drive holds my work, virtually my life. It is not a luxury for me but a necessity. I need dental work. Anybody got $10,000? Dentists are not a luxury. Dental disease can make you seriously ill. Lose your cellphone? What may be a luxury to some is a necessity to me. Without that telephone and that computer, my life as I have known it would cease to exist. Not long after, so would I. I am not eager for that to happen.
Today is election day in the United States.
Where I am, two incumbent candidates are running unopposed.
Tell me again how voting will “change” shit?
When you go into your polling place, I want you to think about Mexico.
Mexico gets a high-speed train.
We get brutal SWAT teams who shoot dogs.
Now vote against all of them.
Poisoning the Well [link fixed]
So where are we now? Have we finally turned the final corner into complete corruption and chaos? Is there nothing for readers to do but evacuate the community completely, leaving it to those who refuse to do something to keep reading safe? As I said initially, I have always been a fighter, but I am at a loss at this point. I do know that our book community still has many important voices, and it wasn’t too long ago that we saw a powerful communal stand against the silencing of book bloggers. As inspiring and awesome as that was, we’re clearly dealing with something that manifests destruction in myriad ways and from multiple directions at once. Just yesterday a UK reader reported being physically assaulted by an author. How many more have been threatened, stalked, harassed, or even assaulted?
And the attack: What Really Happened
ROB lives in London. I live in the East of Scotland (not Glasgow as everyone seems to think – I’m North of Edinburgh). There was no way he would come all the way from London to hit me and leave.
I went home, and another officer came out to see me that night to read me my statements and ask if I wanted to add anything. I mentioned ROB and showed her pictures of him. Immediately, she called her boss and investigations into him went underway immediately. The next day, as I was preparing for my holiday to Zakynthos (still went and had fun, despite my sore head) when two detectives came to confirm for me it was indeed ROB who had hit me. They explained that he had come from London on Thursday, and arrived in my town on Friday morning. He came into my place of work to look for me, but couldn’t find me, so left and came back later when I was working. He hit me, and went back to London shortly after.
Boldfaced emphasis added by me.
Putting this here:
And as a screensnap to defeat revisionism:
Anyone can set a goal. Delivering is hard.
Congress hatches six new political parties in 2024. Nothing happens, because political parties are seen as branding exercises for corporations, not political agents for change.
Boldfaced emphasis added by me.
We don’t need more than two to see that’s true.
“Republican” and “Democrat” are just two different brand names for the same political party: The Ruling Party.
As for the rest of what he’s written: We get the future we don’t fight for.