Voting for communists because you’re poor is roughly akin to throwing virgins into a volcanic caldera to stop an eruption.

But then so are most of the things governments think they can do to improve the economy, from printing more money or less money, raising or dropping interest rates, regulating several aspects of the economy, or just about anything else.

I mean, all of those do something. They just rarely do what the government thinks its doing/wants them to do.

Sure, printing more money should bring about inflation, and sometimes, some governments use inflation to inflate away governmental debt. The problem is that sometimes as you know and have learned, a currency becomes — for reasons inexplicable except other economies suck more than ours — the world’s reserve. And then you print money and it goes into mattresses, drawers and someone’s socks overseas. Which means the inflation will not climb as you expect. Alternately, it will climb when people decide to get rid of your currency and you’ll never know how to control that.

Then there’s the interest rate game. It goes up, it goes down, and every time it does — unless the augur reads the signs very carefully and performs the traditional rituals… er…. I mean, unless the person deciding reads the signs very well — it breaks something different. Or say, truly outrageous violations of free humans ability to enter contracts like the minimum wage. Most of all it seems to be capable of distorting the employment market by making young and inexperienced people unemployable. Which in turn eventually makes middle aged and inexperienced people unemployable and swells the ranks of welfare….

Look, the truth is that economics is brutally simple: things are worth what someone is willing to pay for them. And among the things that are worth what people are willing to pay for them, is human labor as well as all the things labor creates. How do you know someone is willing to pay that price? Well, someone pays that price. How do you know who is willing to pay that price? You offer it for sale, and if you can get the right person to know it exists, he/she/critter pays for it. This is almost tragically simple in theory and in the individual case. (Why tragically? Well, I’m still trying to figure out how to tell people my product exists.) BUT it becomes unholy complicated when you multiply it by the number of people in the world, their moods and needs on any given day, etc. etc. ad nauseum. Or even the number of people in a country. Or a city. Or–

All of which brings us to the simple fact that the only thing government can do for the economy is to cut down on regulations and interference and get out of the way.

The free market, as rarely as it’s tried, always improves human life. In fact it creates near-magical prosperity, no matter how bad the odds.

Because it lets the people with the thing to sell — however imperfectly — make contact with the people who will pay to buy it with minimal interference.

Everything else a government can or does do just amounts to creating deviations and unnatural decisions in the economy. I.e. what the government does has some effect, but it is not the effect they think it will have.

Which is why communism is the worst of all systems, because it thinks it can “scientifically” and “top down” control all of economy from production to consumption.

And all it does, over and over again, is throw virgins in volcanos to stop the lava flow.

Only the promised wonderland of free stuff never arrives.

And you end up tragically short on virgins. And everything else, as well.

This feels very surreal. I’ve been home for ten days of the last thirty and frankly too physically and emotionally busy for about two months to worry too much about politics.

So it’s surreal to see friends freaking out about yesterday’s elections and reading in them some sort of grim and inevitable future.

I’m not even fully here mentally yet, as my head is spinning on a million things, but I’m here to tell you that none of this makes any sense. Right now, right this moment, I want you to take a deep breath, then spit that black pill. You know d*mn well where it’s been, and you don’t want it.

Yes, yes, my heart breaks for some of the results coming through, but the areas so far reported have democrat machines that make the Terminator look human.

So NYC is going to take a turn in the barrel, and apparently so will New Jersey. If you’re in those places, please keep your weapons and clothes where you can find them in the dark, and consider a pied a terre elsewhere if you need to relocate in a hurry. Treat it as we did in the cold war, when we lived in a place we knew would be obliterated. Have a pied a terre, a vacation home, or friends who will take you at the drop of a hat. Just in case. Knowing you have an escape will make it easier not to be on edge the whole time.

Make what arrangements you need to make, particularly if you’re in an area that is already falling apart in dangerous ways. Years ago I’d say stick it out, but I really can’t when I left Denver. Granted, it took the extra incentive of altitude trying to kill me, on top of the crazy politics. Else, I’d still be there. But I’m not very sane about places, and in many ways I still miss my mountain home. I get attached to places as others get attached to romantic relationships. However, rationally and depending on what time you are in your life, it might make sense to up stakes, or even to relocate entirely.

BUT most of you will probably not need to do that, even if you might go through some seriously uncomfortable times.

However, if they win some of these, it doesn’t mean all is lost. And it doesn’t mean they win forever. Heck, it doesn’t mean they win in the short term.

Look, remember 2020? No, seriously, think about it. You can do it. It wasn’t that long ago. They had themselves a glorious spree. They frauded themselves in. They barricaded the capital behind barbed wire. They made up an armed revolt on January sixth. they acted like total crazy people. They acted exactly as though they thought that their reign would last forever.

Except that they couldn’t hold it. They couldn’t hold it because the times aren’t with them.

I told you back then that they were trying to build the Soviet Union while the Berlin wall was falling down.

It’s still like that. They’re out of ideas. They’re out of popularity. Their preferred system can only survive with total reinforcement by every information system, and they ain’t getting that. Not anymore.

We’re in the middle of a turn away from the madness of international collectivism. (We should definitely stay away from national collectivism, so don’t go falling into that.) It’s actual world wide. And what caused it was the opening up of information and people finding out they weren’t the only ones who disagreed with the status quo.

They can’t recover from that. Every year they grow weaker. They still have part of their mechanism. They will still sometimes win one. or a few. And right now they will be pulling everything out to try to blackpill you.

Well, forget that. Don’t think about what they’re going to do to you. Concentrate on what you’re going to do to them. Clean up election rolls. Expose their malfeasance. Slap the black pill out of someone else’s mouth.

Don’t flag, don’t give up, don’t worry. Things are going our way, and they’re weaker every year.

We’re not locked in here with them; they’re locked in here with us, and we’re stronger. And smarter. And more agile.

So if your area had a bad night yesterday, you’re allowed to take twenty four hours. Do whatever you do to feel better. Have some ice cream if that’s what it takes. But tomorrow? Tomorrow put your game face on, spit out the black pill and start working.

The black pill is a lie. If you believe it you will be defeated because you won’t even fight. Instead, turn your frustration into anger and your anger into working.

Even though they are already defeated, remember most of the casualties come in the mop-up. Try not to be a casualty. And try to make the mop-up as quick as efficient as possible.

Our job is to make the end of the rotten Marxist philosophy come sooner.

So, you’re allowed to be sad, but then get mad. And be not afraid.

In the end we win they lose.

Times are only good in retrospect. Those were the good old times, never These are the good times or those will be the good times.

Also Man was made to strive. We thrive on it.

Friends, we’ve hit the mother load, as we live in times where striving is on the menu every day and multiple times a day.

As good as it felt to get the dead jackboot of the previous regime off our the neck of the economy, it ain’t going to get much better for a looooong time.

Part of it is … that the eighteenth century gave governments the idea they could and should control the economy and the 20th gave them the illusion they could do so. It’s an illusion because while they can hurt the economy, they really can’t improve it unless they take hands off it completely. And of course government by its very nature is averse to that. So instead they do what government does best: hurt its own people and take their stuff.

At the same time, and partly probably because of the economy trying to avoid the abusive hand of government, we’re living in very fast, very strange, very changeable technological times. (Okay, this sounds like personification. That’s not what I mean. Of course that’s not what I mean. But the economy is made of people and — see the Man was made to STRIVE thing — humans rarely just lie down and die. You push us one way, we might go a hundred others, but unless in extreme circumstances and extremely and historically abusive cultures, we don’t just lie down and take it. What that means is that things flow into truly weird channels, as humans try to avoid repression.)

To explain, and I’ve rang that alarm bell here: if your government is controlling things so no native-born can get a job — and they were — then the story brain goes “that’s it. We’re done forever.” But that’s not the way real life works. In real life, kids tinker. Geeks get in garages and make things. And tech enables tech which changes every day life, which enables newer tech, which…. in an ever accelerating rhythm.

The problem is we don’t even know the side effects of some of the tech before other derivative tech is changing things over again.

I come from a time when a typewriter was a writer’s tool, then I wrote on computers, now I can typeset and put the book up in a couple of clicks. It’s been 25 years since I was first published. I won’t say this is unnatural, but it’s very fast tech progression. In some places and some fields, catastrophically fast.

So–

Well, this is good. That change is so fast. And yes, I’m aware I used “catastrophic” as an adjective, because it’s like a hurricane, changing the landscape as it goes. OTOH… if you’re having trouble keeping track of the change, it’s harder for the government to stick its nose in. Not impossible, heaven knows, but harder. Which means more freedom.

I had a big fight with someone very weird on X who was ready to sit down and sing her death song because “everything is going down the tubes since the seventies.”

I assume she’s younger than I. I lived through the seventies (granted very young at the start) and once that dismal decade was done things got BETTER. In fact until Obama, the best part about getting old was getting further and further away from the seventies. And even Obama couldn’t bring the 70s back. Thank heavens. Though Biden got close.

Meanwhile I and one of my younger commenters were telling her “no. There’s still hope for the future. There’s lots of tech that allows young people to thrive and make money.” And she was ignoring that this is possible.

Yes, it’s difficult. Very difficult. In some ways more difficult than we had it. In other ways… in other ways, what a wonderful time to be young.

They do not have the pathways, obviously open and ready to receive them, that they can just walk into if they do the thing and have the right preparation.

On the other hand, the future is wide open in a way ours never was. They know the possibilities for one. In the sense that the internet and the free flow of information tells them what is out there, what works, what doesn’t. And the wealth of knowledge is unbelievable.

Look, I went into writing dumb and blind, as most people do, with no idea of how the business worked — or that it was collapsing hard even as I was trying to get in — with only books and movies as lights for the way.

This was terrible because in movies and books, if your book is good and you work hard, you have amazing success. None of it was ever true. And by not knowing the truth and what actually influenced getting support and promo from your publisher, I did everything wrong and sideways.

Perhaps I’d still have done it that way. I’m not the brightest about social interaction, and there’s only so far you can push yourself. But at least I’d know. I wouldn’t eat my heart out for years wondering why my books weren’t “good enough.”

But also indie is so much more open, easier, more profitable. Even if I need to do a ton of research on publicity (so many scams. SO MANY) and set up my own shop and go wide. But the information is out there and I can do it. And if I were twenty, I’d have so much more energy and so many fewer demands.

The future isn’t dark. It might require a little more striving than has been normal the last hundred years, but the last hundred years have been a confusion of wars and killings to rival the 14th century.

This is more like the opening of new colonies. There is danger. Of course there is danger. There is every possibility of failure.

But the possibilities of success haven’t been so bright, so accessible, and the information so open.

No, your children won’t find the path you followed. Heck, if you’re of my generation, there was never a path. Just a crumbling edge you clung to, and sometimes jumped off of just in time.

If you have children — people ask me this — and want to prepare them to succeed, don’t put your trust in degrees or even in blue collar certifications. All of that is changing too fast. One or the other can be useful for a time, but it’s unlikely to be a life career.

Instead, teach them to start and run their own business as early as you can. Teach them to see the possibilities for businesses, to analyze profit and loss and know when to cut and find something else. Teach them flexibility!

It takes a lot more reflection these days, because things are changing so deeply. If you have children, it’s good if you do your own analysis and can guide and teach.

However, the most important thing is to know the opportunities are there, and they’re wide open if you can find them: More than in the 70s. More than at any time in the last 20th centuries.

Yes, the risk is immense too, but it’s always been for high reward.

Just remember: The cowards never start, the weak die along the way, but those who stick to it will find untold possibility.

That’s the way of the future and it’s always been.

The current future is just full of endless possibilities.

Did you miss me? Even a little bit?
I’m back. Nothing got done due to technical difficulties, but I’m back home early and very glad to be back home.

More tomorrow, but for now, home safe and sound, and tomorrow will probably resume normal work.

…. and maybe more clanker work on the sound track.

Which you DO know it’s your fault, right?

(Sarah is en route home, and you will hopefully return to your irregularly regular blog tomorrow or the next day. This has already been the sort of road trip that will have stories about it told for years, so please pray for no more interesting events. Now let’s see if I can make the blog sit up and tap dance today or not, or if it’s going to misbehave at me. –Holly the Assistant)

I’m still mired deep in writing, though the treacle has got somewhat less sticky and I can see the end from where I am.

However, for several days now, I’ve had this song stuck in my head:

Riding on the City of New Orleans,
Illinois Central Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders,
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail.
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields.
Passin’ trains that have no names,
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.

Good morning America how are you?
Don’t you know me I’m your native son,
I’m the train they call The City of New Orleans,
I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.

I know the song echoes of bitterness and all that, but the thing is, I’ve always loved that opening because I’ve always loved early morning America seen from car or bus.  The little houses by the side of the highway, the fast foods opening up, traffic slugishly trickling out onto the highway.

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https://amzn.to/47S8i6eFROM SEAN FENIAN: In Flux

Years ago, Justin—we’ll call him Justin—escaped from a hated orphanage, and from his own time. Now he will give a woman whom he does not know a last-second escape from hers—and also from her imminent brutal murder. Together, they will learn and share mysteries and wonders, pain and joy, make new friends and face new challenges, in a strange place outside of time and space as we think of them, where possibility can become reality—if your will is strong enough, and your vision clear and firm.

But be careful. There are deadly dangers hiding within the Flux.•••••

Sean Fenian’s new novel In Flux draws inspiration from sources including Jack L. Chalker and Julian May, in a setting with distant echoes of Jules Verne and H. G. Wells, to tell a vaguely steampunk-era tale—but without the steam. It isn’t really an alternate-history novel—but it does contain alternate histories; and it isn’t really a time-travel novel—and yet it does feature time travel, of a sort.

FROM I. M. LERNER AND CATHERINE OSORNIO: The Hidden Entrance (Under the Staircase – An Economic Adventure Series for Kids Book 2)

On a hunch, he pressed down on the ledge, first on Hubris and then on Nemesis.
Crrrr….
The click-clackety sound of moving gears creaked loudly on the other side of the wall.
Slowly the bookshelf slid aside, revealing a dark hallway.

After spending the summer discovering the Under the Staircase Society, Nate, Maya, and Maggie are finally back at school. But while Nate would be happy puttering in his workshop and tinkering with his 3D printer, he can’t stand by as their beloved Apprenticeship Program comes under attack. The discovery of The Road to Serfdom sparks a chain of events they could never have expected. From Cipher Wheels to Cicero, secret desks to hidden passages, the kids must solve the mystery…before it’s too late!

Under the Staircase® Books A mystery and adventure series that teaches treasured values: personal responsibility, individual liberty, and economic freedom.

Psst! Parents & Teachers: The second book in the series introduces a variety of Friedrich Hayek’s economic concepts—individualism and collectivism, the knowledge problem, the fatal conceit, and other topics—using examples from kids’ day-to-day lives in school, with friends, and in familiar situations.

FROM CAROLINE FURLONG: The Guardian Cycle, Vol. 3: Neptune’s Envoys and Other Stories

There is no need to be afraid of the dark. But what about fearing that which lives in the dark? What if those shadows have teeth and glittering, hungry eyes?

Darkness conceals many Things better avoided. Meet the miner who delved too deep beneath Luna’s surface for treasure, yet lived to return and tell the tale in Despot Hold ‘Em. Follow Damien Fraser as he collects diamond rain from the cloud depths in Neptune’s Envoys – if he can avoid the Devil sharks. But are the Devils the worst things there?

Allan Kearney defeated the demons seeking his soul after escaping death in a Nihanese prison camp. Now, with the help of Michio Oshika and assembled allies, he plans to infiltrate the camp to free the other prisoners. But so much blood has been spilled that the ground is ripe for a Hellmouth to open. The demon priest who branded Allan and killed so many others is dead, yet another may appear, one who could draw a different demon to his aid with the right sacrifice….

FROM JOHN BAILEY: The Richmond Resistance: Twelve Tales of Quiet Defiance: (The Detective Stories)

The Richmond Resistance: Twelve Tales of Quiet Defiance

In the not-so-distant future, liberty hangs by a thread—and Richmond, Virginia, becomes the unlikely frontline in a quiet war for freedom.

When a buried federal directive threatens to strangle private life under the guise of climate compliance, disillusioned cybersecurity analyst Will Becker sounds the alarm. Teaming up with a retired Army colonel, a rogue engineer, a blogger-turned-homesteader, and a civics teacher with a hacker past, they form a decentralized network of resistance.

Through twelve bold, witty, and often deeply personal episodes, the Richmond Resistance battles everything from AI-enforced zoning codes and digital currency trials to false emergencies and algorithmic overreach. Each story is a stand-alone mission of smart, nonviolent defiance against creeping collectivism—and a tribute to the American spirit of independence.

Set in neighborhoods and suburbs across Central Virginia, The Richmond Resistance is a fast-paced speculative adventure brimming with humor, technical savvy, and moral clarity. Fans of Sarah A. Hoyt, Burn Notice, and The Adjustment Bureau will find much to love—and much to fight for.

FROM CEDAR SANDERSON: The Groundskeeper: Have A Dead Night: A Cozy Supernatural Mystery

As the cold rain falls on Belleview cemetery, Apprentice mediator Chloe Brandt is shifting from raking fallen leaves to solving mysteries for the living and the dead. If it’s not one thing, it’s another as a fallen tree, a new case, and an unexpected result all collide with a summons from a colleague. Now Chloe and her boss Mr. Cruor are headed for the deep hollers of Appalachia, to attempt the unraveling of a fifty-year-old tragedy, and they are walking right into an ambush. One wrong step, and the dead stay restless forever.

FROM RACONTEUR PRESS, EDITED BY NICK NETHERY: Mercs and Mayhem

We’ve collected eleven stories of mercenaries, spanning a broad range of genres and settings. A group of raiders sneaks into an enemy stronghold to open the way for their fellows, and find it to be very filthy work. An indentured drop trooper stumbles over a treasure of incalculable value, which might still be more trouble than it’s worth. Five soldiers of fortune wonder if what their client wants them to do is too much to risk the stain on their souls. A hyper-corporatized mercenary conglomerate hilariously, and brutally, reduces everything in battle, even blood and souls, into a dollar value.

Enjoy these tales and lift a glass, or say a prayer, for those who wage war for profit. Whether long ago, far in the future, or just yesterday, these soldiers of fortune are honored in these pages.

FROM GRAHAM BRADLEY: Fossil Force

Patrick Keller, new to the dusty trails of Vina Profunda, Utah, moves to his
grandpa’s ranch after tough times hit his family. On day one, he
uncovers an ancient Indian mask that once belonged to his Uncle Randy.
When he slips it on, it sparks a connection to three local boys—Steve,
Tyler, and Howie—who guard a jaw-dropping secret.As Patrick battles
threats in Utah’s wild landscape, he faces tough choices, wrestling with
anger from his family’s past. With his friends by his side and his
grandpa’s wisdom guiding him, Patrick discovers courage, teamwork, and
the true power of responsibility.Perfect for boys craving action and parents seeking stories of grit and growth, Fossil Force
delivers a thrilling ride through a world of ancient secrets and
high-stakes heroics. Join the Fossil Force for an unforgettable quest!

FROM SAM ROBB: Sigils Paperback

An open door is an invitation… but you may not like what waits on the other side.
James O’Neil is about to learn the hard way that names have power, and his graffiti tags can open doors in the forgotten byways of Pittsburgh. After an accidental summoning of a powerful and malevolent Fae, he only manages to escape by the intervention of other taggers. On the run, James needs allies, and answers, but everything seems to be conspiring against him and his world is falling apart around him. He can’t fight this alone…

FROM MACKEY CHANDLER: The Long Voyage of the Little Fleet (Family Law Book 2)

In the first book of this series “Family Law”, Lee’s parents and their business partner Gordon found a class A habitable planet. They thought their quest as explorers was over and they’d live a life of ease. But before they could return and register their claim Lee’s parents died doing a survey of the surface. That left Lee two-thirds owner of the claim and their partner Gordon obligated by his word with her parents to raise Lee. She had grown up aboard ship with her uncle Gordon and he was the only family she’d ever known. Him adopting her was an obvious arrangement – to them. Other people didn’t see it so clearly over the picky little fact Gordon wasn’t human. After finding prejudice and hostility on several worlds Lee was of the opinion planets might be nice to visit, but terrible places to live. She wanted back in space exploring. Fortunately Gordon was agreeable and the income from their discovery made outfitting an expedition possible. Lee wanted to go DEEP – out where it was entirely unknown and the potential prizes huge. After all, if they kept exploring tentatively they might run up against the border of some bold star faring race who had gobbled up all the best real estate. It wasn’t hard to find others of a like mind for a really long voyage. This sequel to “Family Law” is the story of their incredible voyage.

BY GEORGE O. SMITH, REVIVED BY D. JASON FLEMING: Pattern for Conquest (Annotated): The classic space opera

The Loard-Vogh were conquering the galaxy. They could not be stopped. When they got to Earth, they would conquer, even though it was known across the galaxy as The Planet of Terror.

The Loard-Vogh would win.

Humanity must lose.

But mankind has a secret weapon, one so sinister that no power in the galaxy can stand against it…

• This iktaPOP Media edition includes a new Introduction by D. Jason Fleming giving historical and genre context to the novel.

FROM HOLLY CHISM: Meals on Wheels (Liquid Diet Chronicles Book 4)

Not by the (nonexistent) hair on her chinny-chin-chin…

Meg Turner, vampire, accountant, ruler of her own small territory. Has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it? Not if you ask her, it doesn’t. Because the world’s going mad, the idiot mortals in charge are forcibly shutting down the economy without the understanding that it won’t start up again as easy as it’s going down, nor that it’s creating a nasty blood shortage for hospitals, much less vampires.

Even better, the head of her line is invading her dreams again, and teaching her history of all things. And teaching her about the laws, and why they’re there. It’s not just to avoid being noticed by humans capable of staking, beheading, and burning vampires during daylight hours—a vampire that breaks fundamental laws turns into something worse than a vampire.

And she’s got a bunch of those knocking at her border, wanting to come in. Worse yet, they’re sending their day-help into her territory to kidnap their meals, and they keep mistaking her for prey. And leaving their discarded empties in her territory to make it look like she’s draining humans without concern for the laws.

This really isn’t looking good, and it’s really not safe for her still-living friends and family.

FROM LEIGH KIMMEL: A Hymn for Those Who Fall Forever

Endings always hurt, but Vitali Grigorenko never expected a nightmare in orbit.

Assigned to command the last flight of the orbiter Baikal, Vitali had started the mission in a nostalgic mood. That went out the airlock when he saw the body tumbling through space just beyond the flight deck windows. A body in NASA blue, not Russian tan.

Now he’s trying to get to the bottom of a murder in space, and his own country’s space program as much a hindrance as a help. It’s becoming clear that politics is involved, on both sides of what used to be the Iron Curtain, and he’s going to need to go clear to the top.

A short story of the Grissom timeline.

A

Vignettes by Luke, Mary Catelli and ‘Nother Mike.

So what’s a vignette? You might know them as flash fiction, or even just sketches. We will provide a prompt each Sunday that you can use directly (including it in your work) or just as an inspiration. You, in turn, will write about 50 words (yes, we are going for short shorts! Not even a Drabble 100 words, just half that!). Then post it! For an additional challenge, you can aim to make it exactly 50 words, if you like.

We recommend that if you have an original vignette, you post that as a new reply. If you are commenting on someone’s vignette, then post that as a reply to the vignette. Comments — this is writing practice, so comments should be aimed at helping someone be a better writer, not at crushing them. And since these are likely to be drafts, don’t jump up and down too hard on typos and grammar.

If you have questions, feel free to ask.

Your writing prompt this week is: BREAKABLE

Oh, the adventures I’ve been having! If you’re the person who helped us find an ATM, thank you. And no, I’m not going to tell the story. OTOH if you’re the couple I scared by completely ignoring you and bonding with your dog, I’m sorry. I was very tired. Normally I pretend that humans are almost as interesting as dogs….

And no, I’m not going to discuss the dead armadillo, thank you so much.

But through it all the sound track grows:

Probably more next week, after I land back home. And yes, you who set me on this course are deththththththpicable. You know who you are. Like you don’t know it’s dangerous to wind up the writer. Sigh.

Also, no, it’s NOT a rock opera.

A bien tot.

By Holly the Assistant

(Sarah’s well, I spoke with her earlier today. You might just be stuck with me through the weekend, but at least this time I’m not also traveling.)

Interesting time of year in America, isn’t it? A rather interesting and very commercialized holiday, harvest has wrapped up or is wrapping up, children scrambling for costumes or begging for boughten costumes, creativity on high display, sugar highs . . . memento mori . . .

My travels a couple weeks ago included accompanying my mother to graveyards where some of her ancestors, and my father, were laid to rest. A lot of interesting and not always nice family history came up, and I’ve written it down with relevant photoes for my kids, the great-great-great-great (counts on fingers) grandchildren of the perpetrators. I don’t mind graveyards: they’re very empty and quiet, a nice place for an introvert, but I know a lot of folks do mind them. Most of the old family houses are gone, no living relatives remain in the area in close enough degree for us to know of them, but her childhood church and the graveyards remain.

We’re coming up on an off year election here, and it’s been interesting seeing all the local political kerfluffles and drama. Oh yes, this town has pulled off as much drama about a mayoral election as you’d expect in a presidential race. No one has been arrested . . . yet . . . This is your reminder to go look up your local candidates before the vote, and also any ballot measures. (Assuming your candidates have not been putting on the show ours have, in which case you already know far too much of the dirt.)

Once the sugar rush is over, it’s worth taking a few moments to think about those who came before and how we ended up where we are today, and to talk about it with the next generations. Whether that’s the families moving to find work or congenial neighbors that led us to the places we live in, or the politicians they chose to fix the most urgent problems of their time and place, which fixes have led to the problems of our times and places, we, and our world, did not spring fully formed from nothing. We come from the past, including the past we do not know, and we’re going to the future, which we also do not know, but have great hopes and dreams for. Being mindful of the past and the ideas passed along to us, and who gave them to us and why, and after due consideration discarding those that are harmful, is only wise on this one-way trip.

Have a safe, sugary, and peaceful holiday.

By Holly the Assistant

Well, Sarah left me in charge again, and let me just tell you she’s traveling far too much, if necessarily so, this fall. Please to not do anything we’d have to explain when she gets back, such as taking over large countries or painting the blog pink. Exploring the floating mountains is fine, or even investigating what the heck is up with what appears to be a very odd celestial body or two in that sky. (Is it one or two? Is the AI high?)

And since I used an earworm for a title, well, yes, I think she spends enough time making music with the clanker to count for the purpose of lyrics, don’t you? Here, have an Elly tune to tide you over.