A clever climb and a tumbling fall
Yggdrasil’s Stump, remains of the tree of life.
I started a
political adventure six years ago that’s gleaned me news coverage and a facebook group dedicated to hating me.
At my height I was executive director of the
Portland chapter of the Green Party and organizing a local election debate on behalf of Occupy Portland and minor parties.
At my low I allowed a recruit to
sabotage our chapter’s burgeoning relevancy and then slowly let my volunteerism fizzle to a flickering pilot’s light.
It was an awesome experience that my wife never wants me to repeat. She saw me working hard without pay, often
for people who didn’t respect the effort.
Now I’m being told:
(He) isn’t invited (to meetings) specifically since we pushed him out years ago for blocking action to revoke approval of some Democrats who ran against Whitten when we reconsidered the multi-endorsement strategy.
I’ve held my breath for a long time, but now I’m blowing the house of cards down.
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Political reality in a space village.
A tube of air, dirt, and water, of flora, fauna, and people,
Ship Of Destiny’s habitat would spew very organic paste if squeezed hard enough.
Destiny’s Hand is a story based in a spaceship that will take fifty generations to arrive at its destination.
I’ve imagined that with a target population of only a thousand to maintain, life on the ship is something like life in a village or a very insular group within a city.
Varied experience with small political landscapes makes me comfortable writing fiction with related themes, especially passive aggressive power struggles.
“I have political experience” is like saying “I’m an American” abroad.
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