Three ads this week. We always have three ads.
Letters to the Editor
from A.X. Perez, Neale Osborn, L. Neil Smith, Paul Koning, and T.J. Mason
Angry White Male
by L. Neil Smith
We are living in a bizarre historical period—the "Crazy Years",
Robert Heinlein called them—when those who imagine themselves to be in some kind of
authority or another, also imagine that they can tell us what emotions are appropriate
to any particular circumstance or occasion.
Breach of Trust and Bill of Rights Enforcement
by Terence James Mason
A couple of years ago, I started working in earnest on a novel
about how everything would eventually be made "all right," though we would
go through hell as a country first. I've been playing with this plot ever since my
graduate school days, and while nobody in the novel falls through a "probability
breech," my own trip through one weighed heavily on that early planning.
There's an FBI in my soup
I had a nightmare the other day, and in trying to describe it to
someone, this short story came to be. It's not prophesy, and it's not history... yet.
How MSN warps and twists the news to fit an agenda.
by Neale Osborn
I'm pissed. I read this headline today on MSN, and I thought "The poor
lady must have been chasing a drunk in the wrong house, winging rounds all over the place,
for THAT headline!" Trigger-happy Atlanta mom shoots intruder in the face 5 times
An Open Letter to NRA and GOA
by James Woosley
I have submitted this text to these two organization via their web
forms and intend to submit to my Congressman, Senators, the White House web site, and
my State government as well.
The Horrors of Guns
Here is one for all you gun addicts. This will make you think twice
the next time you purchase a gun. What follows is an actual photo of a person being shot
at close range. fnord fnord fnord fnord
I Don't Live in America Anymore
by Janet Oliver
I don't lose sleep, not because of Obama, anyway, but I am slowly
going insane. I have made up my mind that I don't live in America anymore. In my mind,
I live in a state of bliss that was mine when I was a child on my grandparents' farm
in South Carolina. I had the freedom to roam the pastures, to play in the barn, to go
fishing at the pond and sit under the shade of the willow tree, to eat my grandmother's
biscuits and country ham for breakfast, to sit with my grandfather and peel peaches,
shuck corn, or snap beans. I also had a horse. I would sneak out of the house and put
a rope from a bale of hay around her neck and ride her out in the fields. I always
got in trouble for this (I was only about 6 years old) but the scoldings I received
were nothing compared to the sheer joy of being alive and free to explore that world.
Does The Left Have An Agenda? Oh Yeah, You Betcha!
by C. Jeffery Small
Throughout my life I have listened to the musings of people
speculating on the actual intentions of those who align themselves with the philosophy
of the progressive left. Many good-hearted people who always search to find only the
best in others would look at the disastrous results being achieved by various wealth
redistribution schemes, corporate bailouts, regulatory boondoggles, failed educational
initiatives and programs based upon moral relativism, egalitarianism and altruism, and
offer one excuse after another in an attempt to justify that, in spite of all the harmful
consequences, the aim of these people was nevertheless still noble and well-meant. But was it?
Do it Better than Superman on Citizenship
by Wendy McElroy
How do you know when the content of a nation's character is bankrupt?
One way is to examine the dynamic symbols that embody its character and which shift in
reaction to circumstance. These symbols are often found within literature and other
Atlantea The Beautiful No. 210
by L. Neil Smith and Rex May
Number 210 of a weekly cartoon series.