In a world where alternative facts
are de rigueur, it’s worth noting a slight mistake made in a BBC documentary entitled “Nuremberg: Nazis on Trial” (it’s a brilliant documentary. Let’s hope we never repeat the reason for its making).
There’s a line close to the beginning about Hitler and Goering; “…together they destroyed German democracy.”
Sorry, that can’t be correct. Unless they were the only ones doing anything at the time. History says otherwise. There were lots of people in Germany, lots of people in Europe, lots of people in the world at the time. Still are.
To say that two people brought down a country…wow…that’s pretty much stating that the rest of the country, continent and world were idiots.
Continue reading “Blind Idiots”
Bill’s got quite the Flock! (Wha-ha wha-ha wha-ha)
Happy Holidays once more, friends.
I’m continuing the thread started with the Eve of Christmas Eve visitation of Ophelia the Opossum and the Christmas Eve visitation of Euste the Fox. This time I’m writing a follow-up to Agnes, Francesca and Bill.
Susan and I woke up Christmas morning with a wonderful, deep, sheltering snowfall causing the trees to bow in honor of WinterMan‘s passing. We don’t celebrate Christmas so much as recognize its cultural meaning, its significance in the collective consciousness. We also recognize the meaning of turkeys in many traditional and aboriginal ways of thinking.
Continue reading “Bill, Putting It On for The Ladies”
Euste and Vasch are planning, something Two-Legs do not. Or little.
Happy Holidays again, All.
I mentioned in Ophelia the Opossum that we’ve had many visitations and blessings here over the past few days. A few nights back we were graced by Horace, a healthy adult male black bear, standing some 5’6″-6′ and probably 250-300#. I didn’t notice him at first. There seemed to be a great shadow in the yard. Susan (wife/partner/Princess) said, “I think there’s a bear in our yard,” and sure enough, when we looked, he stared back at us, smiled and waved.
Continue reading “Euste the Fox”
Cute but not exactly cuddly
Happy Holidays, All.
Things have been busy here. Many visitations, many blessings. I’ll be sharing them over the next few days. I hope your holidays have been as blest as ours.
Behold Ophelia the Opossum, a juvenile female that’s been coming regularly to clear the table – or ground – when the raccoons and fox are finished.
Continue reading “Ophelia the Opossum”
You see a lot, doctor. But can you point that high-powered perception at yourself? What about it? Why don’t you – why don’t you look at yourself and write down what you see? Or maybe you’re afraid to…
– Clarice Starling in The Silence of the Lambs
If you’ve read Writers’ Groups – Introduction, Writers’ Groups – Critiques and Butchers, Bakers and Candlestick Makers then you know I’m on a quest.
To find a critique group that does critiques as I do them.
Continue reading “So I gave myself an exercise (eating my own dogfood)…”