writing rengeek magpie mind

July 2014



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writing rengeek magpie mind

The venom cock just won't stay down.





And the eye-dialect.





Feminism is never an excuse for laughably bad prose.


I promise you.

Thank you. You may return to your homes.


don't make me sit on you, Nick.

(I keep trying to explain to people that you're classist, not sexist, but I suppose it's a reasonably confusion, given how often gender and class are conflated.)
Well, I'm not quite classist (which generally means snobbery of some sort of other); I want the working class to destroy the ruling class and then create a classless society. The middle class can be an associate of that, or an obstacle to that.
Fair enough. I consider it proof of your abiding faith in humanity, by the way, that you consider this a possibility.
Or history. Exhibit A being the fact that you're not a pregnant peasant poking at the ground with a stick in the Ukraine. (Well, Exhibit A changes depending on whom I'm talking to.)
Actually, my family bailed before the revolution. They came to America in the 1800's (My great-grandfather was a conscript and then a deserter from the Russian army, as near as we can figure) and they were good assimilated American Dreamers.

So, I'm descended from cossacks and hutzuls turned moderately successful capitalists, in the days when a limited sort of American Dreaming was available to people without much education or starting capital. As my dad puts it, they ate their oatmeal without milk and their coffee without sugar, and they did all right.

Which doesn't alter the validity of your example; just the specific case.
I wasn't making a reference to the Russian revolution (or the Narodniks, for that matter) but simply to the fact that Things Change.

A Lot.
