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Week Thirty-Three: The Halloween Party

Running for Congress is a momentous responsibility. People don’t realize all of the tough decisions that a candidate in the midst of a tough-fought political campaign has to face. Of course, you have a competent staff to help you, and a cadre of loyal supporters of volunteers, and of course it’s nice to know that the news media is always going to be firmly on your side. But in the final analysis, you are the one who is truly responsible for the success and failure of your campaign. You are […]

A Cold Cold Dish

She had been a beautiful child. This fact alone made it all the more puzzling that there existed but one photograph of her, and that one in black and white. She may be five in the picture, certainly not much older as she died before seven, of an accident I was told. And I shudder when I think that such a beautiful child could have died in that manner. In the photo she is wearing a cotton dress, not an Easter dress adorned with frills, ruffles and ribbons, but a […]

PreTeena October 24-30, 2016

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One Second Chance Deserves Another

# The next day, late afternoon, Annabel heard insistent knocking on the door. She decided she’d better open. Through the spy hole, Annabel saw a cute, somewhat plump, thirtysomething woman in a vaguely French dressy outfit. She was obviously in distress. Gingerly, Annabel opened. The woman covered her mouth, clearly taken aback. "Hi, were you looking for Dave Moross?" "Yes, I–er, are you with him?" Oh my gosh. That’s her voice. "No, I’m his housekeeper. Dave is out on an errand." "Will he be back soon?" "Yes. Ma’am, please do […]

One Second Chance Deserves Another

David Moross, professor of economics at Mays College, was quite hungry. It had been an endless day of teaching and student office hours, and because of a minor emergency he’d skipped lunch. So instead of driving all the way home and cooking himself dinner, he pulled up at the local Wendy’s and got out of the car. On the way in, he saw a disheveled blonde girl begging with a sign "Homeless and hungry". Always wary of giving cash to homeless people — which many would use to feed their […]

Week Thirty-Two: The Trotsky Walkback

“I am proud to fight in this election. I am proud to fight because I am fighting under the banner of Marxism. I realize that’s not a popular banner to fight under in this country, but I intend to keep fighting it just the same. I am fighting for the proletariat against the capitalist oppressor. I am fighting for revolutionary change instead of slow incremental change. I am fighting for the truth that lies behind the dialectic. I am fighting against the forces of darkness and superstition and religion. I […]

PreTeena October 17-23

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Catharsis and Thanatos in Retromingent Critical Theory

Michael Moore tries his hand at philosophy. It doesn’t end well.

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The Souls of Kymara

Certain that this creature was leading him to Abbadon, Dante slowed his pace briefly in order to arm himself with the Krvatch device. Then he sucked energy from his soulgate ring until his hands glowed brightly enough to light the way forward down the uneven and overgrown forest path. It wasn’t the most effective light, but it was far more subtle than a torch. It also had the benefit of giving him a pleasant buzz, similar to drunkenness but without the loss of coordination. He followed the puppet for over […]