The Writer, The Humidifier and the Geriatric Cat

Because it’s Sunday and I’m lazy and I don’t have anyone do anything more interesting today and because some of you are crazy enough to even like my grocery list, it’s time for another update on the state of the writer.

This week was very bad for writing.

One of the things that annoys me about “not quite sick/not quite well” is not being sick enough to justify not working, and yet being unable to work, anyway.  For the last seven days I found myself struggling from word to word.  I could do work – and did – of the clean up/fix up/redo old covers, but let’s face it, I need to be writing, and a lot of it, and this isn’t helping.  It just helps pile up the work.

Seems to be still/again HVAC.  This week we started the heater, and I suddenly became all congested.  The cause was not far to find: the house is drier than the Sahara.  Since for the last year or so I have had to turn on a little humidifier, I just grumbled and put that on the list.

Then I went to the basement to find the artificial pumpkins because it’s one of those years I didn’t get around to buying any (I MEANT to.)  Well, I couldn’t find the artificial ones, either, and went around the corner of the furnace… to find a small lake next to the humidifier unit.

Since it was serviced just six months ago – when for the first time (after seven years of doing yearly servicing on it) they told us it even had a filter that needed changing (much less changed it) I was HIGHLY not amused.  So I called in.  Was told it was the water pump and that it goes bad over time, and no, this wasn’t a do over and I had to pay.  We won’t even go into that.  It might all be true, but I still feel wrongly done by.

So they fixed it, only the humidifier doesn’t seem to be kicking on.  Yesterday was particularly difficult and I woke up with one of those ineradicable headaches that made writing the blog post a trial.

I’ve gone down and fiddled with it, and will presently go and see if there’s another lake.  But at least words seem to be easier, today.

(And don’t get all worried about mold or mildew, truly.  In CO, to get that, you need to keep it soaked in water for YEARS without drying in between.  What I’m fighting now is rather extreme dryness.)

To contribute to the mess this week, Miranda cat seems to have trouble finding the box.  She’s 13 and has a heart condition, so this is to expected, but it gets old getting up in the morning and cleaning cat doings on the front hall or the art nook or – once – Robert’s bed.

That’s the wine.  On the good side, the words seem to be coming back, and I did get some publishing done. Not PARTICULARLY apty, mind.  I need to fix both Musketeer’s Seamstress and Death of A Musketeer since I seem to have uploaded the wrong versions to the ibook store.

Most of all, I’ve come to the conclusion I need more time to write.  Yes, I know.  I’ve always known that.  And yet it’s true and I need to figure out how to isolate/concentrate so I can write more, both for Baen and for indie.  (The vintage mysteries set between the wars are getting very loud, and then there’s this romance series – regency with a touch of fairytale.  Yes, I know you guys are saying “ew” but you’ll probably survive.  And there’s still all the other stuff I’ve excerpted here.)

On the good side, while talking – of all things – about politics with an online friend, I figured out the motivation/what Simon is trying to do, which will help me get the MIDDLE of Through Fire, which is what has been holding me up.  I have the beginning and the end, but I couldn’t figure out what the d*mn man was about.

Now the issue is making him NOT an outright villain.  He isn’t, you know – he is more sinned against than sinning.  His disposition – genetically speaking – might be bad, and he had an amoral upbringing (most of the mules did, of course.  Lucius was lucky to have Sam as a surrogate father.) but he’s just trying to survive.  It’s just what when you add “amoral” and “trying to survive” things get odd.

But I want him to learn, not need killing.  Ah, well, we’ll see.

I’m putting the first fifty pages (or so) of through fire in the subscriber space.  I meant to do that yesterday and lost it.  Those of you who don’t like snippets shouldn’t read it, of course.  I will put up a full novella I’m working on getting up sometime later this week.

I’m really sorry I update that so irregularly.  It’s all being semi-sick so that I know I should do it, but after doing the blogs for PJM and at least trying at both writing and indie publishing, I feel like I’m out of spoons.

This also goes to explain why I so often forget to read things people send me/lose guest blogs.  It’s not that I’m ignoring everyone, it’s that everything non-essential tends to slip off my schedule, and do that long enough and it gets buried.  It’s probably a self-preservation thing.

Anyway, if I’ve forgotten your blog/story I told you I’d read/whatever, please poke me.  I feel awful when I break promises, and it’s never on purpose.  (On the other hand, if I didn’t tell you I’d read something, chances I’ll do so this year are slim, because all the not-quite-illnesses have made it essential to do the following in this order: Finish Baen Books, asap.  Get Witchfinder out. Finish Musketeer’s Confessor, because I have people waiting for it. Ditto with Hell Bound and half a dozen half finished stories (including The Brave And The Free, which will probably go to Baen.)  Start my Holiday publishing/free story thing again.  It worked really well last year, so the idea is to put out a short story a week and take it free between probably next week and new years.

OF COURSE what I want to do is go to the zoo and gawk at the elephants in what might turn out to be the last mild weekend of the year.

What I’ll do, though, is update the subscriber page, write a chapter of elf blood, get more coffee and sit down to work.

Later today I’ve got to proof some essays for the boys (for school) and maybe Robert will have time to go for a walk with me.  The neighborhood is looking very lovely, with all the gold in the trees.  Tonight, if not totally out of spoons I’ll write supplemental posts on writing proposals and on doing covers for PJM lifestyle.

And I have a (male) nude on the easel (deal.  It’s not even slightly prurient.  I mean, his leg hides everything) which I’d like to take at least half an hour to play with.  I’m trying to do it in conde Earthtones, with no real color.  We’ll see if I find any time.  I haven’t had time/energy all week.  I’d guess it depends on the ratio of cat-poop-clean-up today.

BUT I probably will fantasize about the zoo like anything!

UPDATE: Elf Blood is Up — late because I was putzing with the cover.  (Sobs.)  It’s like a disease.

92 thoughts on “The Writer, The Humidifier and the Geriatric Cat

  1. I started with nanowrimo on the 1st which has helped me with my sci-fi novel that I have been rolling around in my head. Already off plot and into something new lol 😉

    1. Started myself. Am only up to 3000 words, but the word count has picked up daily. May have been an problem with getting the story going.

      1. Yesterday I only wrote 1,000 words, but I am up to 6,000 words right now. I had some problems with the changing weather– joints hurt and headache. I did a lot more sleeping than writing.

  2. So I should wait to start Death of a Musketeer on my Kindle?

    It is a nice day. I am headed for range for some rifle workup. We went to Fornay museum yesterday.

      1. Someone … you can guess who, I was minding my own business looking at motorcycles … started talking up the executive director. I think we got volunteered to do something.

        I can’t take her anywhere.

      1. I have a Tikka T3 (made in Pohjalainen’s neck of the woods) in .300 WSM for elk hunting. Made sure it was still sighted in.

        1. I really like the Tikka’s, I like the Sako even better, but the price of the Tikka is a lot nicer. Today was the last day of our elk season, yours hasn’t started yet?

  3. The voices in my head just said “Paint me like one of your French elephants.” Sorry, but they did. 😀 (runs away giggling)

    Speaking of mold, discovered during the down-to-the-studs-no-not-that-kind-alas demolition of the upstairs bathroom that I had a solid wall of mold. What nameless fool puts a window in a shower stall, I ask you? Of COURSE it is going to leak and get moldy. Anyway, after clearing that up and taking Benadryl for two days I’m feeling much better…

    Been thinking about doing a write-up of how to do science in writing without getting a full degree or anything for your use too.

    1. The kind of fool one step above the one that puts carpet in a bathroom. Although I have to admit I have never seen a window IN a shower stall, possibly an exhibitionist fool?

      1. I have heard stories that crazy foreigners have put carpets in saunas, too. If true they probably have not quite gotten the idea (very hot stones you throw water on, lots of steam, lots of water droplets on every surface, humans sweating profusely – carpet? :D)

      2. When I moved in there was a little frilly curtain for the window. In. The. Shower. I took it out and installed opaque window clings. It also featured pink fixtures. Pink as in flesh colored (for persons of pallor, anyway). I have been looking forward to gutting this bathroom for YEARS.

        1. I think I might like a window close to the bathtub. If I could move somewhere where there is a bathtub, that is (love bathing). Could hang a fern on front of it. Well, for that a shower might be even better. Might be the only way I could keep a fern alive. I never remember to water them often enough. Brown thumb, for anything indoors at least.

        1. Our house prior to the current one had two baths (no shower), each with a window. We were given to understand that this was a requirement of the building code: either a window or exhaust fan in every bathroom. Put the bath along the exterior wall and voila.

          Why they no use pebbled or other opaque glass I never learned. Stained glass would have been lovely (or horrid, depending on taste of decorator) but would clearly entail greater expense.

          I suspect that “window in the bathroom” syndrome is code-driven as it entails costs contractors are inclined to avoid.

          1. A friend of mine lives in a small mother-in-law type house built in the late 60’s/early 70’s. It has a puke green, tye-dye looking stained glass window in the bathroom. At least the color matches the shag carpet in the bedroom. 😉

            The fact that the window is the non-opening kind sort of defeats the purpose, however.

            1. If the purpose is “escape when there’s a fire” then it’s not really “non-opening”, it’s more of “open once and replace”.

          2. My place has two and half baths. One has a sky light, which does have the nice effect of not having to turn on the light in broad daylight. It also has an inferior fan, because the people came in and said, No, we’re not opening the window in the dead of winter, we need a fan, and so one was retrofitted there, as opposed to the nice ones that the other two got.

        2. You can blame my grandmother’s generation. Wall to wall carpeting *everywhere* was a sign of prosperity. She tried to tell me that carpet in the kitchen was efficient, because she could just roll the vacuum cleaner over it. But I knew her too well. She thought it looked classy.

      3. Window in bathroom indicates an older house. For health reasons all bathrooms are required by code to have either a window or vent. In the days when the bathtub was just that, often with hand carried water, there was no problem with a window fro ventilation. Then sometime after WWII the shower came into vogue. Adding a shower to a bathtub is relatively trivial. Redoing a wall to remove a window and install a vent and fan is much more expensive and a lot more work,

        1. Window in a bathroom I don’t have a problem with (put one in mine when I built the house, and yes the opaque, pebbled glass) window in a shower stall, however.

          1. Small and so high up that nobody could see more than the top of your head, at most, from the outside? Still leaves the part that it better be well installed, with no place where water might sneak inside the wall.

            Yep, might be able to keep a fern alive if it was inside the shower stall, if it also got daylight. 🙂

      4. The idea is that a window in the shower will help the humidity out.

        No, not very well thought-out, in any situation I’ve been in it’s MAYBE useful three months of the year.

        Beyond that, it’s “free” light.

  4. Sarah, don’t worry about taking some time off from the blog or doing “light” posting days. We all know just how much you’re juggling, and I think I can speak for almost everyone in saying that we’d rather you do Through Fire right than do too many other things and run out of spoons for Through Fire. Take the time you need; we’ll still be here.

    By the way, while I’m writing, I’ve got a question for the Huns. See, there’s a story idea I’ve been kicking around with someone… and I need to do some research into obscure-ish cultures — so I think the Huns are just the people to ask. There’s probably going to be somebody who knows some relatively unknown culture (in great detail, even!) and can tell me where to read more about it.

    The story idea I’m kicking around involves a culture that’s pretty strongly clannish — life is organized according to what clan you’re part of, and clans tend to live together. Something like, “Right here, on this side of the river, belongs to us, the Heron clan, whereas over the river, you’re entering Beaver clan lands. They’re generally good people, but watch out if you trade with them: they’re ruthless bargainers. Then over yonder hill is the Wolf clan, who’ve been our enemies ever since grandpa’s time. How did it start? Well, now, there’s a story. You see…”

    So I want to research some real-life cultures that were organized on a clan basis. (“Clan” here would be a bit smaller than “tribe”, I think, though the definitions get fuzzy around the edges). Besides the British Isles cultures that spring readily to mind (Scotland, et al), are there any less-well-known cultures that I could swipe wholesale “borrow” from? And any books you’d recommend? (Preferably ones available as ebooks, as my access to U.S. libraries is nonexistent.)

    Apologies if this question is too vague to be answered, but I’m only just starting to do this cultural research, and I don’t even know what questions to ask yet.

    1. Have you considered the Iroquois Confederacy? It included Six Nations. They might be larger than you wanted, but you could probably make them smaller clan-based units. Also, the Cherokee Nation also had a clan basis, but I don’t know much about it. A quick search of Amazon revealed two books available for free regarding the Iroquois. One by Horatio Hale deals with Iroquois rituals and another by Elias Johnson deals with Iroquois traditions and laws. I’ve read neither, so I can’t comment on quality.

    2. Look into the Navajo. They have a very complicated clan system, complicated meaning that it gets tricky trying to find a spouse because you can’t use your ‘born to’ or ‘born for’ clans within (IIRC) two degrees of relation. You might look for Ruth Benedict’s book and then go from there.

      1. I was thinking Navajo too– because there are a few that give up and marry outside the tribe because it is too hard to find a mate (outside as in other tribes or even whites as well). I have a Navajo sister btw that I haven’t seen in many years.

    3. AMEN re: Hostess and writing; for “clan”… my mental measure is roughly “the oldest folks alive ALL know each other.” In my family, that’s great-grandparent level. (we all share great great grands.)

    4. I’d also look into Medieval Iceland; that culture is strongly clannish, although there’s also a hefty reliance on “chieftans” as well. Unfortunately, I haven’t researched them nearly as deeply as I would like, but learning about this culture is what convinced me that anarcho-capitalism is actually possible.

      I also can’t recommend any specific works; I once tried to read Icelandic sagas, but had to obtain them through inter-library loan, and didn’t have time to read them….

    5. Take a look at Korean clan culture and how it works. It’s probably a lot less active nowadays than what you’re thinking of, but in older histories the clans were a lot more active, and were more like mutual aid societies/trade associations than they are now.

      Google up “bon-gwon”, and be prepared to dig through some interesting reading. If you’ve a taste for Korean soap opera, or the historical romances they put on TV, there’s a lot of “how it used to work” stuff out there. Historically accurate? Your guess is as good as mine…

  5. Feel better and enjoy the zoo. A little lavender or rosemary in a pot of boiling water on the stove does help. Mint, menthol or eucalyptus for sinuses. I fight sinus stuff all the time and find some of the old fashioned remedies work the best.

  6. Last week was awful for my writing too. Not enough sleep, too many petty annoyances. Forced myself to hack out some words yesterday to get myself jump-started again.

  7. I have a (male) nude on the easel (deal. It’s not even slightly prurient. I mean, his leg hides everything) which I’d like to take at least half an hour to play with…”

    I have got to do something about that tendency to skim.

        1. Well the combination of that drawing with your thoughts about going to the zoo to see the elephants, makes me wonder about the size of what’s “covered” by his leg. [Very Big Grin While Flying Away Very Fast]

        2. Pulling, tugging, drawing — all describe the same thing.

          Way up at a Broadway party,
          Met a little lady who was very arty,
          She took me home to see her studio.
          She took out her paints and she whispered to me,
          She said that she wanted to do me.
          Some of that paint will never come off, I know.

          Show me a pretty little number,
          When she walks, she rolls like thunder,
          Eyes as deep and dark as the deep blue sea.
          Round right here and round right there,
          Pretty red lips and her very own hair,
          Wrap her up, she’s the natural girl for me.

          Tom Paxton, “The Natural Gal For Me”
          A cover of it was a moderate hit for the Chad Mitchell Trio

  8. I swear, if I ever build a house of my own, it will not have HVAC. I’ll figure out something that doesn’t involve inaccessible ductwork and thousands of dollars of equipment. Yeah, yeah, room ac’s are so tacky and eat electricity and . . .

    1. Waterlines run against the floor, switch to a hot water boiler during the winter and have radiant floors. During the summer switch to the well down into the aquifer and cool the house in a similar manner. Why no I haven’t been dreaming of building my house to my spec since I was in my 20s, Why do you ask?

      1. The cooling wouldn’t work in Houston. But when I’m a rich and famous author (well, middle class and with a vaguely familiar name) I’ll just abandon Texas for the Northern California coast for the summer.

        1. Actually, for that look into a “Ground Source Heat Pump”. Works a lot better than the normal air circulating heat pump.

    2. Google “zero energy house” and you’ll find some designs that use minimal or no ducting (I believe). They are more expensive to build, and you can’t (near as I can tell) retrofit most of it back into existing designs.

      If I ever get to the point where I can build my own, this is the way I’ll go.

  9. Get better Sarah. We’ll all be pulling for you. And now I have to stop typing. You said “playing with a male nude” or “playing with a nude male” or something and my evil side can’t let it go…. MUST STOP TYPING… AHHHH….

                    1. Well, duh. I had time when I had to factor things into 6-minute intervals — because that’s 5.3 hours, or 1.1 — finer or coarser doesn’t fit in the decimal.

      1. I have a clean mind. I washed it last Tuesday. You go draw whatever nudes you want. We won’t ask if you drew it in layers, so that you hid things after the fact. No, we won’t.

        Actually, I would ask if you have the Burt Reynolds picture from the Playgirl shoot he did in the late 70s/early 80s to work from, since the hiding was done the same way. It’s funny why I know that. I noticed one of my female coworkers was staring at a picture one day, and that she put it away hastily when she saw someone approaching (I’m effectively invisible as long as I’m not trying to hide, so she didn’t know I saw that). Later, I checked the drawer she stuck it in and found that. I just put it back and shook my head.

  10. Sarah, if you are feeling tired you could do some blog post on some days by simply giving us a provocative enough a subject to play with, you write a few sentences about something and ask for opinions. Lots of opinions, with this bunch, we would probably be able to amuse ourselves rather well for a day now and then. Just do some herding from time to time, and check for corpses.

    1. She could do a Simon Jester day, inviting folks to offer satiric verse, song parodies and limericks conveying rude opinions of the Sanctified.

      For exxxample,

      I wonder how well we could adapt other folk songs into Obamacare slams?

      I’ve been working on the web site
      All the live-long day.
      I’ve been working on the web site
      Trying to sign in on ‘bamacare

      Can’t you hear the web site crashing,
      Logged in so early in the morn;
      Can’t you hear Sibelius shouting,
      “Cit’zen, blow your day!”

      Or classic Country songs:

      Some people say sign onto Healthcare dot gov
      A poor man’s insurance comes from Obama’s love.
      Sign on and pray, enroll you must do
      But the website has crashed and I can’t sign on

      Sign on sixteen times, what do you get
      Another day older and and you ain’t enrolled yet.
      Sibelius don’t you fine me ’cause I can’t sign
      I spent my time just trying to get on line

      I was born one mornin’ when the sun didn’t shine
      I logged on my computer and I went online
      I tried sixteen logins at Healthcare dot gov
      And the one time I got in I thanked Heaven above

      Sign on sixteen times, what do you get
      Another day older and and you ain’t enrolled yet.
      Sibelius don’t you fine me ’cause I can’t sign
      I spent my time just trying to get on line

      Or even

      There was a slick talker from Kenya
      Who to Liberty said: I’ll end ya
      So he crammed through a law
      “Guaranteed health care for all!”
      And became a huge deficit spender

      1. is no friend of mine,
        I like to stare at the screen,
        and whine,
        whatever happened to,
        my constitutional rights,
        when doc offers me a handful of pills,
        I’m gonna knock out his lights.

  11. Lots of random thoughts. You didn`t say “drawing of” so our dirty mind is your fault. If we ever meet in person, Char can tell you about her life drawing class.
    Also, cat products on Robert’s bed are Robert’s problem. When I was DCA on a submrine the rule was “oil in the pipe is mine, oil on the deck is a space item.” That rule should apply: cat poo in the cat is yours, cat poo on the bed is a space item.

  12. Is anyone else already tired of all the JFK books popping up? I looked over the shelves at Ye Regional Bookstore and wanted to yell, “He’s dead. Still dead. Get over it!”

    PS. Sarah, I shot a possible guest thing to your hotmail account.

      1. Well, the current messianic figure seems to be tanking. All the same, at the rate things get published, this means some of these were written, what, two years ago? Have the strident protestations of superiority been thread-bare rictus grins for that long?

        Oh, and *poke*

        1. Ayup – Fifty years since the Democrats started going off the rails, insisting it was all a Right-Wing Plot )even though Oswald had visited Cuba and the Soviet Union) because only Conservatives would do such a thing. This is also why all mass shootings are immediately attributed to conservatives. Some will see in this mania a replication of the Blood Libel that the Jews had killed The Christ.

          George Will sums it up, with reference to James Piereson’s excellent book:

          When liberals became scolds
          By George Will, Published: October 9, 2013

          “Ex-Marine Asks Soviet Citizenship”
          — Washington Post headline, Nov. 1, 1959 (concerning Lee Harvey Oswald)

          “He didn’t even have the satisfaction of being killed for civil rights. It’s — it had to be some silly little Communist.”
          — Jacqueline Kennedy, Nov. 22, 1963

          She thought it robbed his death of any meaning. But a meaning would be quickly manufactured to serve a new politics. First, however, an inconvenient fact — Oswald — had to be expunged from the story. So, just 24 months after the assassination, Arthur Schlesinger Jr., the Kennedys’ kept historian, published a thousand-page history of the thousand-day presidency without mentioning the assassin.

          The transformation of a murder by a marginal man into a killing by a sick culture began instantly — before Kennedy was buried. The afternoon of the assassination, Chief Justice Earl Warren ascribed Kennedy’s “martyrdom” to “the hatred and bitterness that has been injected into the life of our nation by bigots.” The next day, James Reston, the New York Times luminary, wrote in a front-page story that Kennedy was a victim of a “streak of violence in the American character,” noting especially “the violence of the extremists on the right.”

          Never mind that adjacent to Reston’s article was a Times report on Oswald’s Communist convictions and associations. A Soviet spokesman, too, assigned “moral responsibility” for Kennedy’s death to “Barry Goldwater and other extremists on the right.”

          Three days after the assassination, a Times editorial, “Spiral of Hate,” identified Kennedy’s killer as a “spirit”: The Times deplored “the shame all America must bear for the spirit of madness and hate that struck down” Kennedy. The editorialists were, presumably, immune to this spirit. The new liberalism-as-paternalism would be about correcting other people’s defects.

          Hitherto a doctrine of American celebration and optimism, liberalism would now become a scowling indictment: Kennedy was killed by America’s social climate, whose sickness required “punitive liberalism.” That phrase is from James Piereson of the Manhattan Institute, whose 2007 book “Camelot and the Cultural Revolution: How the Assassination of John F. Kennedy Shattered American Liberalism” is a profound meditation on the reverberations of the rifle shots in Dealey Plaza.

          The bullets of Nov. 22, 1963, altered the nation’s trajectory less by killing a president than by giving birth to a destructive narrative about America. Fittingly, the narrative was most injurious to the narrators. Their recasting of the tragedy in order to validate their curdled conception of the nation marked a ruinous turn for liberalism, beginning its decline from political dominance.

          Punitive liberalism preached the necessity of national repentance for a history of crimes and misdeeds that had produced a present so poisonous that it murdered a president. To be a liberal would mean being a scold. Liberalism would become the doctrine of grievance groups owed redress for cumulative inherited injuries inflicted by the nation’s tawdry history, toxic present and ominous future.
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    1. Yes — and it will be even better when it’s finally revealed why he was assassinated:

      Joe Kennedy Sr. wanted to be PotUS, but between being a hardcore Irish catholic, and his connections to Organized Crime, there was zero chance of that happening.So, Joe Sr, arranged for the Firstborn Son, Joe Jr., to take the lead on the project; and Joe Jr., being a good little boy, would do whatever the paterfamilias told him.

      However, Joe Jr. got himself blown up in Project _Aphrodite_ — a dangerous (and stupid) project where he could be made out to be a “war hero” without ever actually being shot at. This rather badly bollocked Joe Sr.’s plans, and he had to cast about for a replacement. Enter JFK, and his little misadventure with somehow managing to get his PT Boat run over BY A DESTROYER. A little judicious media-wrangling (done immediately after the incident, of course — god forbid anyone learn Johnny was a MORON), and that incident gets turned into a medal-worthy slab of War Heroism. Later ghost-written books add to the mystique.

      But it’s still a near-run deal — the ’60 PotUS election could go either way. Enter Joe Sr.’s “friends” in Chicago; “vote early, vote often”, and vote for the Right (er, Left) Guy; and JFK squeaks out a “win”. Naturally, this didn’t come cheap — Favors were expected from the new administration.

      Unfortunately for Joe Sr., JFK actually thinks he won the election on his own — so what’s one of the first acts he takes? He turns loose Attorney General Bobby on the very people who won him the election. Worse, JFK’s thundering incompetence loses Joe Sr.’s “friends” their lucrative businesses in Havana in ’61. Needless to say, they are Unhappy — and when people like that are Unhappy with one, one has a nasty habit of becoming Dead (and more particularly, dead in a way which is effectively untraceable — these people understand “three can keep a secret, if two are dead”). Using their connections in what remained of the pre-Fidel-Cuba supporters in the US and Mexico, they “encouraged” Oswald (in myriad ways) to go after JFK. He did… and then another rule of those people kicked in — “First Rule Of Assassination: Kill the assassin.” (Note who some of Ruby’s close personal friends were….)

      It’ll be another 10-15 years before the confirmation comes to light; by then, everyone involved will most-assuredly be dead, and everyone else really won’t give a damn. But it will be the final nail in the coffin of “Camelot” — and a none-too-subtle reminder to the masses of just how completely and utterly their so-called “representative government” is owned by the Powerful.

      1. Bollocks. All fans of Red Dwarf know who really shot JFK.

        We all know who was lying in wait on the grassy knoll.

  13. Why don’t you paint the zoo? (er… conde earthtones — pastels? Alright, sketch the zoo). Anyway, capture your fantasies on a canvas (or paper). Just wondering…

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