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I’ve noticed a growing tendency for politicians, bureaucrats, and complicit “journalists” to say “law enforcement” (not “law enforcement personnel” or whatever) instead of “cops”, “a cop”, “a gang of cops”, “a gang of goons”, etc.  “Law enforcement” is a concept, not a person or persons.  After the recent murder of Alex Pretti by ICE goons, Trumpist henchwoman Noem claimed he had “attacked law enforcement”; I was very impressed with this man’s magical power to attack abstractions, and wondered if he also had the ability to attack, say, “representative democracy”, “higher education”, or “Elizabethan drama”.  In the real world, as opposed to the one inhabited by apologists for state violence where people randomly drop dead near cops and cops’ guns regularly fire on their own, “law enforcement” can only be “attacked” by politicians (at least in theory; it never happens in actuality).

You may wonder why this matters to anyone who isn’t a pathological pedant, but when the phrase “law enforcement” is used to mean individual humans, any resistance to the human behavior of those humans is equated to resistance to the concept of law, i.e. anarchism (which authoritarians use to mean “criminality”), and defending oneself against violence perpetrated by employees of the state is painted as an attack on all of society; it’s nothing but another version of “l’état, c’est moi”, but extended to every brain-damaged goon instead of being reserved for the head of state.  That’s why Trumpists love it; you should not ape them.  And it’s especially hypocritical coming from people who are fully capable of understanding why equating individual humans with concepts is bad when it’s politicians equating themselves with the concept of “democracy” or health bureaucrats equating themselves with the concept of “science”.

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The self-appointed TV watchdogs who were so common in the late ’70s and early ’80s…raised a huge public stink about any show that might be too intense for a timid 6-year-old with a nervous disorder.
–  “Diary #605

 

It’s sad to see how many people still want to believe that actual sex workers with individual human personalities could be replaced by plastic dolls or computer-generated images without minds.  –  “The Pygmalion Fallacy (#1310)

 

Millions of people in the developed world, acting individually or collectively, feel completely justified in digging into the affairs of those who have different beliefs from them, in hope of discovering some transgression or mistake that can be used to destroy the victim’s life with the help of faceless, merciless corporations and institutions.  –  “O.B.I.T.

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One year ago today, at about 2 AM, I lost my best friend to what appears to have been an acute ischemic stroke, brought on by cancer, chemotherapy, and long-standing circulatory issues.  We had known for years that her end was approaching, and had I not refused to see them, there were clear signs that it would be sooner rather than later.  But human beings are very good at failing to see what we do not want to see, and I’m certainly no exception; I’m sure part of the reason was that I wanted to maintain a positive outlook to help her do the same, but most of it was just that I’ve already had so much pain and loss in my life I did not want to consciously face what even our idioms recognize as among the worst misfortunes that can befall a person.

Whenever a friend suffers a loss, we are moved to try to say something, anything, to assuage their pain; some of those things are helpful and some are not.  But of the things my friends said to me, two stand out, and I still think of them often.  One of them is philosophical:  Grief is the price we pay for love.  Indeed, people who have suffered emotionally sometimes become afraid of love because they fear the pain that must come when we must part from the loved one, and the greater the love, the greater the pain.  The other helpful thing was more practical: The waves of grief never stop coming, but they do grow further apart.  For the first few weeks after her passing I thought of little else, then for most of last year the waves came at least daily; in more recent months they’ve come two or three times a week.  They have not yet become less intense, though I’m sure that, too, will happen in the fullness of time.

As I knew I would through long experience, I have tried to cope with the grief by retreating a bit from the world and burying myself in my work; the most important product of that work is a new series of pulp-style adventure stories featuring characters based upon Grace and myself, in which the narratives are suffused with my thoughts on friendship in general and our friendship in particular.  They’re the longest and most complex individual works I’ve ever written, and the next project in the series will be my first novel.  And the many hours it takes to create them not only feel like a way for me to share Grace with the world, but also a means by which I can squeeze just a little more time with her out of a world which took her from me much too soon.

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The Establishment…includes politicians, cops, bureaucrats, banks, well-connected corporations, institutions, academia, NGOs, the mainstream press…all the interconnected parts of the fascist regimes which act collectively to corral people into easily-managed herds.
–  “The Establishment

Trust is not something that can merely be given; it must be earned.
–  “The Real Red Flag

The entire reason people care so much about how the rulers get chosen is that they are far too powerful.
–  “Minarchy, Monarchy

A democracy in which there are functionally only two parties is not sustainable.  –  “Chicken Soup with Tweets

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The happy ending here is that despite all their ridiculous mumbo-jumbo and frantic posturing, Death will win as it always does.Ave Mortis, Imperator Mundi.

Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2025-12-13T18:51:08.690Z

Lost Generation: 1890-1910 (roughly)"Greatest" Generation: 1911-1928Beat generation: 1929-1945Baby Boom: 1946-1963Generation X: 1964-1981Millennials: 1982-2000Generation Z: 2001-2018Generation Alpha: 2019-2036 (end subject to change, depending)

Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2025-12-13T21:00:54.989Z

Given the corrupting effect of power, the most powerful person on the planet will INEVITABLY become the worst person on the planet, even if he wasn't to start with.

Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2025-12-15T18:12:36.252Z

"What if flapping your arms very hard will enable you to fly?"

Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2025-12-16T18:08:56.505Z

A *big* step up from letting politicians decide.

Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2025-12-18T18:06:59.349Z

A one predisposed to disobedience since childhood, who has suffered social censure for that inclination since the early 1970s, I've always viewed the American self-image as "rebellious" as a crock of self-aggrandizing bullshit.

Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2025-12-19T19:42:19.764Z

Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2025-12-20T02:48:07.776Z

My paternal line did not emigrate to America; America bought our home from Napoleon. IOW America chose *us* rather than vice-versa.My late friend Grace's ancestors were here long before the 1st Europeans.And both of us would tell you that people sworn in this morning are just as American as us.

Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2025-12-20T18:19:01.037Z

Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2025-12-22T03:55:50.740Z

My X's anniversary is also MY anniversary, though I would nor more expect a computer to grasp that than I would trust it to compose a post on the topic, presuming I was such a narcissist that I would request such a childish thing.

Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2025-12-23T18:10:08.836Z

On the First Day of Christmas my true love gave to me:

Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2025-12-25T17:28:38.681Z

The process of obtaining a literature degree taught me that "literary" fiction is rarely better than genre fiction, and frequently worse.

Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2025-12-26T18:03:49.571Z

I have often said that modern US "conservatives" long for an imaginary past, while modern US "progressives" long for an imaginary future.

Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2025-12-27T18:28:49.015Z

The very fact that there is no murderer registry tells you everything you need to know about the "sex offender" registry.

Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2025-12-29T18:15:33.474Z

So basically, the entire movie is a Rickroll.

Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2025-12-30T08:08:05.987Z

Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2025-12-31T17:50:42.716Z

What book is sacred enough to you to get sworn in on?

Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-01-02T18:45:41.673Z

Slopmaker who makes money from slop wants you to move beyond wanting quality and embrace his slop.

Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-01-03T08:33:17.438Z

Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-01-04T02:41:43.416Z

Axolotls always make me smile. I mean, look at this cute little booger! See its happy little face? How could you not smile?

Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-01-04T08:10:14.387Z

How many branches of the Vichy government did General de Gaulle control?

Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-01-05T18:17:30.100Z

Psychosis is a reason, just not a sane one.

Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-01-06T07:57:18.251Z

Collectivism is a mental illness.

Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-01-08T18:07:26.157Z

Mammon. The Biblical name for this deity is Mammon. As in, "Ye cannot serve God and Mammon."

Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-01-09T17:59:08.165Z

Mrs. Boudreaux, please get off the line; we really need to make a call. I promise we'll be off in five minutes.

Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-01-10T18:01:58.758Z

My turn! It just dawned on me that if the ICE agent were a circus clown, and the woman the ghost of Anne Boleyn, and the roles were reversed, but the ghost threw her head at the clown instead of shooting him, he could juggle it and The Coulrophobia Lobby would be fully on the side of the ghost.

Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-01-11T03:59:55.538Z

That is such a cute little piggy though, definitely MUCH cuter than any cop deserves.

Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-01-12T19:58:14.596Z

Good grief, my Barbie was a scientist despite having come in an ordinary Barbie box rather than a "scientist" box with a lab coat.

Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-01-13T18:48:52.787Z

"Sorry, neither."

Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-01-14T08:56:39.781Z

Perhaps if you'd stop calling politicians "leaders", they'd stop treating y'all like followers.

Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-01-15T08:27:31.066Z

Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-01-16T19:00:03.300Z

A national treasure.

Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-01-17T18:58:44.504Z

Mu.

Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-01-18T18:25:47.300Z

 

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Cops and prosecutors use the slur “sex trafficking ring” to mean anything from a broken-down pimp to an ordinary escort service to a sex worker ad site.  –  “Taking the Bait

Claims about what politicians and bureaucrats “intended”…are…nothing but an excuse for evil.
–  “The Road to Hell

“AI” is a fantasy of techies, journalists, and hack sci-fi writers.  –  “Artificial ‘Intelligence’?

It’s easy to “disprove” anything if you’re allowed to change the conditions.
–  “Infinite Monkeys

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It’s Soviet-style education.  –  Martin Peterson

Thought Control (#1480)

The ghost of Kurt Vonnegut vs. Utah censors:

On behalf of the Kurt Vonnegut Estate, authors Elana K. Arnold, Ellen Hopkins, and Amy Reed, and two anonymous high school student[s] with the ACLU of Utah filed a complaint on January 6 to challenge…the…[state book banning] law…which [allows any politician or other busybody to ban any book statewide merely by pointing at it and barfing the formula]…“harmful to minors” [into the face of anyone who wants to read the book]…Slaughterhouse-Five…remains [high] on the [ALA]…list of most-banned classics, decades after its 1969 publication…and…Nanette Vonnegut, the late author’s daughter, [said]…“Utah’s…determination to ban books like Slaughterhouse-Five…is antithetical to what my father fought for during World War II”…

Crippling Thought (#1513)

Surely you didn’t think they’d stop with libraries and primary schools?

Martin Peterson, a philosophy professor at Texas A&M…[has been] told…that he needed to [censor]…Plato from his syllabus…[to] comply with new policies [demanding political control of all education]…the A&M system [is rushing to obey moral illiterates]…Course sections are being canceled or potentially reclassified, threatening students’ schedules.  And professors are…losing [tenure and with it] academic freedom…“A philosophy professor who is not allowed to teach Plato?” Dr. Peterson said…“Is that really what they want?”…

One would think Texas politicians would be fans of a philosopher who taught that there are “inferior” people who are only fit to be slaves.

Mad Libs (#1554)

It’s not really a doctor, it just plays one in the fantasies of tech cultists:

…[Open]AI’s [latest irresponsible advertising claim is that its chatbot can be] a “healthcare ally”…ChatGPT Health is…designed for users to ask their health-related questions in what it [pretend]s [i]s a more secure…environment…and…is [irresponsibly] encouraging [its naive] users to connect their personal medical records and [health surveillance] apps…[it even claims] that ChatGPT can analyze lab results…the [disclaimer fine print claims] that ChatGPT Health is “not intended for diagnosis or treatment,” but it [knows] full…[well that’s exactly] how people [will] us[e it]…In August, physicians published a report…of a man being hospitalized for weeks with an 18th-century medical condition after taking ChatGPT’s…dangerous health advice[, and other chatbots cause similar harm]…

I Spy (#1579)

In mass surveillance, fascism beats communism hands down:

A social media and phone surveillance system ICE bought access to is designed to monitor a city neighborhood or block for mobile phones, track the movements of those devices and their owners over time, and follow them from their places of work to home or other locations…the…data…is…acquired from hundreds of millions of phones via a company called Penlink, [and] can be queried without a warrant…the technology…consist[s] of two Penlink products called Tangles and Webloc…Users can perform a single perimeter analysis to search a specific area for mobile phones across a certain time period…then select…[any] particular phone, and, by extension, its owner…seeing where else it has travelled both locally and across the country…

Micromanagement (#1589)

It only starts with people the state wants you to hate and distrust:

…the Department of [Father]land Security…[wants] its [goon]s to gather and store more biometric data [including DNA] on anybody associated with applications for “benefits” including family visas, Permanent Resident (green) Cards, and work permits…[for] “identity management”…the new rule would affect not just immigrants but “U.S. citizens, nationals, and lawful permanent residents, regardless of age”…Institute for Justice…attorney Tahmineh Dehbozorgi [writes]…”this…is creating a vast genetic dragnet that endangers the Fourth Amendment rights of everyone, all without Congress’ approval”…

The Vultures Descend (#1602)

When a prosecutor can’t destroy a life through legal means, they use the complicit media instead:

[When] Kentucky police arrested a woman [for taking] abortion pills…and bur[ying] fetal remains in her backyard…prosecutors [knew they didn’t have a “]fetal homicide[” case, so]…police [simply lied, claiming]…she buried “a developed male infant”…[so] local news outlets…[would run] with the story, splashing the woman’s name and mugshot across the internet…[for] national outlets…[to] pick…up…the state’s attorney [has already] filed to dismiss the fetal homicide charge, [leaving] only [harassment]…charges…[such as] tampering with physical evidence…and…concealing the birth of an infant…so…Whatever the outcome of the case…a woman sits in jail, and Google results for her name may always pull her mugshot and references to a supposed capital crime…

Shame, Shame (#1602)

MechaHitler is the most antisocial chatbot, and it’s not even close:

[MechaHitler] is generating nonconsensual pornographic images of women with their clothes removed and wearing bikinis with swastikas on them…including [legal] minors…Several targets are Jewish, including…Holocaust survivor[s]…Other requests add additional neo-Nazi content such as “put her in a swastika bikini and [a MAGA hat]”…

 

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Most people today think of Theodor Seuss Geisel as an author and illustrator of children’s books, but in the 1930s and 1940s he was best known as an advertising and political cartoonist. He would later use his children’s books to teach simple moral and political lessons, such as this one about tyranny from the early 1950s.  Given that his books are no longer as universally read as they once were, you may be unfamiliar with it, but unlike the last couple of times I’ve used the good Doctor to illustrate a point, this time I didn’t need to change a single word.

Οn the far-away Island of Sala-ma-Sond,
Yertle the Turtle was king of the pond.
A nice little pond. It was clean. It was neat.
The water was warm. There was plenty to eat.
The turtles had everything turtles might need.
And they were all happy. Quite happy indeed.

They were… until Yertle, the king of them all,
Decided the kingdom he ruled was too small.
“I’m ruler,” said Yertle, “of all that I see.
But I don’t see enough. That’s the trouble with me.
With this stone for a throne, I look down on my pond
But I cannot look down on the places beyond.
This throne that I sit on is too, too low down.
It ought to be higher!” he said with a frown.
“If I could sit high, how much greater I’d be!
What a king! I’d be ruler of all I could see!”

So Yertle, the Turtle King, lifted his hand
And Yertle, the Turtle King, gave a command.
He ordered nine turtles to swim to his stone
And, using these turtles, he built a new throne.
He made each turtle stand on another one’s back
And he piled them all up in a nine-turtle stack.
And then Yertle climbed up. He sat down on the pile.
What a wonderful view! He could see ‘most a mile!

“All mine!” Yertle cried. “Oh, the things I now rule!
I’m king of a cow! And I’m king of a mule!
I’m king of a house! And, what’s more, beyond that,
I’m king of a blueberry bush and a cat!
I’m Yertle the Turtle! Oh, marvelous me!
For I am the ruler of all that I see!”

And all through that morning, he sat there up high
Saying over and over, “A great king am I!”
Until ‘long about noon. Then he heard a faint sigh.
“What’s that?” snapped the king
And he looked down the stack.
And he saw, at the bottom, a turtle named Mack.
Just a part of his throne. And this plain little turtle
Looked up and he said, “Beg your pardon, King Yertle.
“I’ve pains in my back and my shoulders and knees.
How long must we stand here, Your Majesty, please?”

“SILENCE!” the King of the Turtles barked back.
“I’m king, and you’re only a turtle named Mack.
You stay in your place while I sit here and rule.
I’m king of a cow! And I’m king of a mule!
I’m king of a house! And a bush! And a cat!
But that isn’t all. I’ll do better than that!
My throne shall be higher!” his royal voice thundered,
“So pile up more turtles! I want ’bout two hundred!”

“Turtles! More turtles!” he bellowed and brayed.
And the turtles ‘way down in the pond were afraid.
They trembled. They shook. But they came. They obeyed.
From all over the pond, they came swimming by dozens.
Whole families of turtles, with uncles and cousins.
And all of them stepped on the head of poor Mack.
One after another, they climbed up the stack.

THEN Yertle the Turtle was perched up so high,
He could see forty miles from his throne in the sky!
“Hooray!” shouted Yertle. “I’m king of the trees!
I’m king of the birds! And I’m king of the bees!
I’m king of the butterflies! King of the air!
Ah, me! What a throne! What a wonderful chair!
I’m Yertle the Turtle! Oh, marvelous me!
For I am the ruler of all that I see!”

Then again, from below, in the great heavy stack,
Came a groan from that plain little turtle named Mack.
“Your Majesty, please… I don’t like to complain,
But down here below, we are feeling great pain.
I know, up on top you are seeing great sights,
But down at the bottom we, too, should have rights.
We turtles can’t stand it. Our shells will all crack!
Besides, we need food. We are starving!” groaned Mack.

“You hush up your mouth!” howled the mighty King Yertle.
“You’ve no right to talk to the world’s highest turtle.
I rule from the clouds! Over land! Over sea!
There’s nothing, no, NOTHING, that’s higher than me!”

But, while he was shouting, he saw with surprise
That the moon of the evening was starting to rise
Up over his head in the darkening skies.
“What’s THAT?” snorted Yertle. “Say, what IS that thing
That dares to be higher than Yertle the King?
I shall not allow it! I’ll go higher still!
I’ll build my throne higher! I can and I will!
I’ll call some more turtles. I’ll stack ’em to heaven!
I need ’bout five thousand, six hundred and seven!”

But, as Yertle, the Turtle King, lifted his hand
And started to order and give the command,
That plain little turtle below in the stack,
That plain little turtle whose name was just Mack,
Decided he’d taken enough. And he had.
And that plain little lad got a little bit mad
And that plain little Mack did a plain little thing.
He burped!
And his burp shook the throne of the king!

And Yertle the Turtle, the king of the trees,
The king of the air and the birds and the bees,
The king of a house and a cow and a mule…
Well, that was the end of the Turtle King’s rule!
For Yertle, the King of all Sala-ma-Sond,
Fell off his high throne and fell Plunk! in the pond!

And today the great Yertle, that Marvelous he,
Is King of the Mud. That is all he can see.
And the turtles, of course… all the turtles are free
As turtles and, maybe, all creatures should be.

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I have often written about the fallacy that romantic love is superior to other forms of love:

I honestly feel sorry for those who truly believe that the best way to “connect” with other people is by boinking them, and the notion that people must boink to feel “connected” is a tragedy.  Sexual relationships are held up as the pinnacle of human interaction, but they’re not even close; they’re in fact nearer the bottom because they’re extremely conditional.

I have always felt very strongly about this, ever since I first started really thinking about the matter before I was out of my teens.  Part of the fallacy holds that romantic love is somehow intrinsically different from other kinds of love, but I don’t think that’s true either.  Take “love at first sight”, for example; we only ever hear the term applied to romantic love, even though the idea that it represents something other than plain animal lust in that context is highly dubious.  And yet there are certainly cases in which another kind of love manifests itself at first meeting.  The very first time I really thought of that was in a fictional context: in the movie The Emerald Forest, a tribal chief in the Amazon abducts the son of an engineer surveying for a dam project, and years later he explains to the father that he had fallen in paternal love with the boy at first sight, and could not bear to see him go back to “The Dead World” of concrete and steel which the natives feared and hated.

Over the next several decades I saw other examples in both fiction and real life, culminating in one I experienced myself.  In November of 1997 I met Grace at a party and she gave me a ride home; we hit it off immediately, and within weeks I’d received an actual paper letter from her in the mail.  After a few more letters were exchanged, she told me she wanted to move down to New Orleans from her father’s place in Monroe, Louisiana, where she currently lived; I invited her to move in with me, and she never moved out.  From that very first meeting she was as devoted to me as any sister; there was never any sexual chemistry, and in any case Grace was only sexually interested in men.  But looking back to those times, I have no better term for the rapid bonding she experienced and demonstrated than “love at first sight”.  And it would be wrong to pretend otherwise merely because it was not romantic love.

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If you think I’m going to let the people who aided and abetted the most violent and widespread campaign of persecution against sex workers in American history get away with pretending they were on the side of truth all along, you must not have read very much of my work.
–  “New Year’s Eve 2021

People would be a lot happier if they could truly learn the difference between “I want” and “I reasonably expect to get in the actual world that exists”.  –  “Life As It Is

In the big picture, any order we manage to impose on the universe is as ephemeral as a sand castle, and will soon be obliterated by time and tide.  –  “The Big Picture

The moral panic is over, but its rotten fruit have burst, spewing xenophobic, anti-sex, authoritarian poison all over American society.  –  “New Year’s Eve 2024

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