Incidental Insanity...I mean Humanity - Kathryn Kramer Waters
Portland, Oregon artist who creates outrageous conclusions with a fine-point pen.
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Incidental Insanity…I mean Humanity

If a blogger blogs and nobody reads it, does the blogger exist? Idle question. Questions are good.


Another question: What a piece of work is man?  A piece of work, certainly.


Whoever asserted humans possess a moral compass was an optimist or a liar…or at the very least, woefully mistaken.  Anybody developing an open-source monolithically moral GPS app? We could use one right about now.
despondent depressed artist bunnyFeel the need for a few more tortured literary shards? Glad to hear it.

1. Call me oatmeal. Got no mush, just a whale of a tale.
2. So we beat on, boats  against the (ebbing) current of political correctness, slogging back ceaselessly into the past.
3. America, land of the free and home of the brave, where the deer and the antelope buy Facebook ads. With rubles.
4. Happy countries are all alike; every unhappy country is unhappy in its own way.

    How unhappy are we in the USA? Let me count the ways. Offhand I’d say at least 45.
5. Many years later, as he faced impeachment, our soon-to-be ex-president

    was to remember that distant afternoon when his father praised him for being a Nazi.
6. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness…
    But mostly it was an authoritarian nightmare.
7. Someone must have slandered Trump, for one morning, without having done anything truly wrong, he was arrested.

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8.  I am a sick man . . . I am a spiteful man. 

     Was Mr. Dostoyevsky prescient when he wrote this, or was he merely bitter, and wise?
9. Where now? Who now? When now?  
Precisely, Mr. Beckett. Where indeed.*


 *Apologies to Shakespeare, Schrödinger, Melville, Tolstoy, Marquez, Kafka, Beckett, and anyone else I have misquoted or inadvertently offended.  No apologies to those I meant to offend–and I think you know who you are.

 

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