When the government handed out trillions to Wall Street, and the execs give themselves hugh bonuses, there was nary a whimper from Main Street…
When the government handed out billions to US car companies, there were only a few dissenters on Main Street…..
When the government went to war with Iraq, sending young men and women to fight a foe who had nothing to do with 9/11, a war which will destablize an entire region for the next 100 years, a war which costs billions and billions a year, a war which cost the lives of thousands of our best and brighest, there were few cries from the people of Main Street…
But when the government announced health care reform, so fellow American citizens could get access to needed health insurance, all hell broke loose on Main Street. “What, give aid to my fellow citizens, why I’d rather give trillions to bankers, give hundreds of millions to Halliburton and Black Water, give billions to GM and Chrysler. But health care to my fellow Americans, no way…..”
Shame on you America…you are no longer the home of the brave and land of the free…You are now the home of the corporate lobbyist, and land of the fat and rich…. You are all slaves to the corporate elite… You are all fools………………
…by the McSweeney’s Column Contest. Will send that writing on to another possible home, Asimov’s Science Fiction.
Asimov’s doesn’t take electronic submissions, but wants everything mailed to them, and on bond paper. And printed in ink made from dragon’s blood.* Sort of endearing that they want stories about the future, sent to them the old-fashioned way.
*Not true, but how amazing is it that THE REST OF THAT IS IN FACT TRUE?
My brother found this in a library, sat down, read it in its entirety without stopping, put it back, went out, bought it, handed it to me as soon as I got home, and demanded that I read it. As usual, his suggestion was a winner.
It’s funny in lots of odd ways, and reads sort of like The Alchemist if it were written in dream logic by a young American. Short-ish, and also small-ish if you want to carry it around.
Going to the Yerkes Observatory tonight with my only brother and only mom. She works there occasionally, so I get to see a meteor shower through a big historic telescope as long as I keep an eye on some little kids for a little while. Daily life should have more tradeoffs like that.
“Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it.”—