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Liberty Island Memorial Day Contest

Let us, then, at the time appointed gather around their sacred remains and garland the passionless mounds above them with the choicest flowers of spring-time; let us raise above them the dear old flag they saved from dishonor; let us in this solemn presence renew our pledges to aid and assist those whom they have left among us a sacred charge upon a nation’s gratitude, the soldier’s and sailor’s widow and orphan. JOHN A. LOGAN, Commander-in-Chief HEADQUARTERS GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC General Orders No.11, WASHINGTON, D.C., May 5, 1868 […]

Week Thirty: The Republican Uncle

You can read this series from the beginning here. "So, you guys work together on the Hillary campaign?" he asked. I never figured out if he was Emma’s mother’s brother or Emma’s father’s brother or just who he was. Emma called him "Uncle Jeff," and he had been invited to Easter dinner at Emma’s parents in New Jersey, just like I had been. He was about the right age to be her uncle. His hair was thinning and he had a round gut and it looked like there was a […]

PreTeena April 27-May 3, 2015

April 27, 2015 April 28, 2015 April 29, 2015 April 30, 2015 May 1, 2015 May 2, 2015 May 3, 2015 <– Previous strips *** Next strips –>

Week Twenty-Nine: The Inevitable Yes

You can read this series from the beginning here. "You’re late," Emma said. "Am not," I said. "I’ve been upstairs, talking with Aunt Joan." Aunt Joan, who as I think I have explained before isn’t really my aunt, was best friends with my mother when they were both at grad school at Yale with the former Secretary. Aunt Joan was a lobbyist and an undersecretary and she was on the shortlist to be Ambassador to French Polynesia until they asked for someone who spoke French. She is in charge of […]

Hugo Agonistes: The Cultural Left’s War on Good Fiction

In January of 2013, Larry Correia, author of the series Monster Hunter International, posted a blog post about "How to get Correia nominated for a Hugo." It was a post about ethics within voting for the Hugo Awards for World Science Fiction Society Achievement. It was essentially Correia and a handful of authors versus an established Leftist front within Science Fiction. From that one post, Correia and his allies started what would become the movement that is now known as Sad Puppies. The movement has led to a liberal backlash […]

The Bear

The picture of Elizabeth with the baby leopard in her lap was probably his favorite. There was such tenderness about the way her hair hung down over the little cat’s whiskers. Mike carried it with him all the time and now, down here, getting ready for the wedding of his niece, he felt good knowing it was in his wallet. The non-profit organization Elizabeth worked for in lower Manhattan was entering its busy season and as much as he would have loved to have her here to meet his family, […]

Valley of the Shadow

"There it is," Libby Melton pointed across her husband’s nose. "Honey, I’m driving," Jack protested. "There is what?" "The turnoff to the Gorge." Jack continued to pilot the BMW Z3 up the mountain road toward the lodge. "Uh-huh." "Let’s go there tomorrow." "Ummm….there are better places. That one is pretty rugged." "Oh, come on. We have our hiking clothes. Rugged is good. Help us to walk off some weight." Libby ran her hands down over her belly and on to her hips, squirming in her seat belt and managing to […]

Total Consciousness

I’m the reason David Rodriguez cradles a revolver in his palm when he walks from his suburban driveway to his front door. I’m the reason my co-worker (I would never call him a colleague) finds his silver Civic’s tires slashed in the school parking lot. And I’ll take credit for posting the dean’s address on the Internet’s extremist outposts for the next Unabomber to see. David’s been receiving death threats marked with his address, but not his name. They’re written in care of Alec Lazarus, a half-white and short-tempered police […]

Monsters

I smelled the trouble before I found it. The scent of blood drifted in the wind. That breeze was one of the reasons I’d chosen not to run naked. That, and the fact that it didn’t take much sunlight to bake my Scottish skin lobster red. Now the dead fish in front of me made me doubly glad for my decision. If someone ran across me examining a salmon corpse while naked on all fours in the mud, I’d end up in a cage. Or a brawl. I looked fool […]

Every Thursday

Michael absently ran his fingers back forth over the table. Half was warm, where the sun had shown on it for the past hour, and the other side was cool, where it was under shadow. Michael would run his hand back and forth across the dividing line between the two over and over as he sat, without really thinking about it. It was just comforting somehow. He liked feeling both parts of the table, the warm and the cool. It made him feel more complete. None of the residents paid […]