Bread or Bullets

Mankind takes a lot flack for its propensity for war, but it’s not the first form of life to wage war. The annals of historic and prehistoric observation shows a world replete with countless animals fighting within their own species for territory and resources. Even seemingly docile plants crowd-out one another to the death over …

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uh – Oh, Canada

Thousands of working class truckers from all over Canada have descended upon Ottawa, Ontario to protest government vaccine mandates. They have spent weeks clogging up the streets of the capitol with their trucks; in effect, closing down the city. Are the truckers simply citizens exercising their right to protest what they see as authoritarian overreach …

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Oh! My! Cron!

Is it just me, or are the people who are still most afraid of Covid-19 the same ones who are double-vaccinated, boosted and masked? One could argue their fears were justified early in the pandemic; before we had vaccines, knowledge of the most potentially vulnerable or any courses of treatment. Now that we have all …

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Red Kristmas

December 25th, 1981, Leningrad: The offices of the First Chief Directorate were drafty and chilled despite the lingering odor of cheap-burning kerosene. Its barred windows, rattled by nighttime Baltic winds, were streaked by horizontal flurries turned the color of blood by some unseen red light outside the concrete walls. Nearly midnight, most of the sparse …

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No Small Irony

One of the more favored arrows in the quiver of partisan trolls from any locale on the political spectrum is to bring attention to any irony in an opponents viewpoints. I don’t begrudge anyone using irony to make a vivid point. I often do it myself. Irony’s comeuppance often lends a fine humor to both …

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A Holy Crock

“Good evening,” asked the young man with a few raps on the open office door, “Professor Wheeler, isn’t it?” “Yes,” said the professor sitting at his desk in a small pool of somber lamplight. “May I have a moment of your time?” “It’s been a bit of a rough day. Tomorrow might be better.” “I …

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