Was the 2020 US election unfair?
It is fair to state that the Twenty Twenty US Presidential election was the most unusual in modern times.
Going a step further and saying it was unfair requires convincing, but upon consideration of the Covid pandemic alone, unusual should be accepted by all. Throw in the mass mail-in voting and it rises to most unusual. Continue reading Obviously, Unfair Elections Undermine Democracy
Kenosha, black, white, and red all over
A small city at the southeast corner of Wisconsin, Kenosha borders the shore of Lake Michigan and became a focal point of the Second American Civil War on the fourth Sunday of August, 2020.
Jacob Blake, shot in the back by police
This conflict was sparked by the shooting of Jacob Blake earlier that Sunday evening. A police officer shot him seven times in the back. Blake survived.
Was it justified?
People of Kenosha are citizens of the United States and afforded all the rights and responsibilities that comes with this.
Jacob Blake is innocent until proven guilty, and he has the right to bear arms. This includes the knife he had in his hand or was reaching for.
Continue reading Heroes, Villains, and Victims of Kenosha, Wisconsin
Covid Is Real, But…
Covid-19 is a direct problem for an extreme minority of people. The vast majority of this infected group are very old and/or very sick. The rest almost certainly have something else going on that has strained their immune system.
For this small percentage of infected people, Covid is real and potentially life threatening.
To mitigate this danger treatments are available and vaccines are being tested.
In short, while it is a pandemic, it is one that modern life and technology has to the capacity to handle with relative ease.
Ironically, these same things are magnifying social discord into bigger problems than the actual virus. Continue reading Covid-19: The Chinese virus of fear
The Slippery Slope Of Society Woke
When tyranny and social justice go hand and hand, it is time to make a stand for conversation. Today, I pick statues.
Democracy requires participation. The Founding Fathers of the United States of America prioritized free speech. The First Amendment to the Constitution states:
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.
Or as George Washington said, “(If) freedom of speech (is) taken away, (then) dumb and silent we may be led, like sheep, to the slaughter.” Continue reading Statues Of Limitation: Occupy 2.0 The Anarchist Edition
Emlis grips his unstrung bow. Purchased with a month of promised labor, it is his greatest treasure.
He kicks a pebble off Endless Road, the smooth street his life has been focused on. To the right, trees and grass crowd a narrow gravel path going straight north.
Travel to the edge of Eden, slay a beast of Northwild and return before his road crew moves on. This was the bet he made while skipping lunch to fletch an arrow.
The lone missile is secured to his back, across shoulder blade and spine. The steel tip points to his shoe’s worn heel, and the hawk feathers brush his bony shoulder. Its shaft is white cedar. The best wood he has found since arriving on this forsaken world. Continue reading Uroborus, Two Chickens With One Sneaky Shot
Uroborus has no moon. So, its brightest nights are star lit. Emlis blinks at the twinkling things too far away for his imagination to grasp. He rubs his arms, wincing as his callused palms scrape like sandpaper.
Farts and the foul breath of a dozen and more naked men crowd around him. The dim light hints at their mix of hardy humanoid races.
He has broken dirt with this crew for weeks, working on the Endless Road and the multitude of paths branching off to the north and south. The dwarves and the single elf have the gift of nighteyes, but this does not save them from the cold blowing up from the Southwild’s winter.
Emlis clears his throat. “It’s like a white dragon is breathing on us tonight. Anyone willing to risk a fire?”
A gruff voice says, “Fire would bring the monster horde, dumbass.” Continue reading Uroborus, Men’s Night Out
The sun beats down on the sweat-drenched back of Emlis Naedan. The tan young man cracks stone with a steel-headed maul. He swings with feverish intensity, pushing his lean physique to its limit. Darkness is coming and his road crew will be left to the night’s monsters if they do not fulfill their day’s labor quota.
Emlis winces as a solid hit vibrates through his shaft and rattles his teeth. It is unfair work, but this alien world is as far from fair as his homeworld is distant.
A dozen and more companions from a half dozen races toil alongside him. They are the road crew serving a two hundred and fifty mile stretch of the Endless Road between two of the great cities of Emlis’s new world. Continue reading Uroborus Does Not Favor Loners
Purple skin flutters in the wind, stuck to the ribs of a mammoth-sized monster long dead. A vegetable garden circles it, attended by an elder woman wearing a swath of hide cut from the dead beast.
Abel turns from the Endless Road and leads Termie towards the lone lady. The two men shuffle bare feet, making their coarse tunics and pants sound like blades being sharpened as they approach.
Abel raises his hand to show off the chevron tattoo across his wrist. “Hail. We need water, food, and shelter. We offer labor to repay. As proof of trust, I have tattoos of service from seven cities.” Continue reading Around Uroborus, Hide from the Road Hag
Buzzards circle the ruins of bold settlers. With a bare foot, Abel steps on a warm piece of what had been the lone building. Black and shiny under the sun, it is back-breaking granite covered in unbreakable adamantine resin. A treasure from another world, the machined block had fit with thousands of others in a master-craft of stone joinery.
Naked and grim, Abel paces out the foundation of its humble size. No bigger than a small tavern, it nonetheless had the makings to survive the hammering of any battering ram carried by man.
Foot-prints of the monstrous horde have churned the earth like a farmer’s plow. He steps across the tracks to a pile of black stone and crushed bodies.
One wild-haired survivor weeps on his knees, as skin-bare as Abel. Continue reading Around Uroborus, the Only Man to Survive
The monsters come, and the man prepares. The road is endless, and Abel Hart steps to its edge. In the distance, screams and snapping wood echo. His caravan is being torn apart under the setting sun. Nothing he can do with a dancing blade or hardened leather against a horde of wild beasts, so he strips off his armor, weapons, and gear.
Abel continues to strip until only his tattoos cover him. Seven runes mark his flesh, each one the stylized symbol of a city he has served on this endless path.
The woman he loves is at both the finale and the beginning of his journey. The beauty he will marry must be won by looping this world and earning a tattoo from every city along the way.
The screams scatter. Their meager defense must have collapsed and panic set in, dumbing them to the final lesson on Uroborus: strip and surrender to survive. Continue reading Around Uroborus, for Love or for Pride