It is a time of freedom and fear, of Gaia and of borders, of many paths and the widening of
a universal toll road, emptying country and swelling cities, of the public bought into
privacy and the privacy of the public sold into invisible data banks and knowing
algorithms. It is the time of the warrior's peace and the miser's charity, when the
planting of a seed is an act of conscientious objection.
These are the times when maps fade and direction is lost. Forwards is backwards now, so we glance sideways at the strange lands through which we are all passing, knowing for certain only that our destination has disappeared. We are unready to meet these times, but we proceed nonetheless, adapting as we wander, reshaping the Earth with every tread. Behind us we have left the old times, the standard times, the high times. Welcome to the irregular times. What the Fuck?It is a rare gift to find a piece of legislation that is a hoot to read. Witness HR 3687:
This vitally important bill now before the House of Representatives has been sponsored by the following paragons of civic virtue: Todd Akin (MO) Cass Ballenger (NC) Roscoe Bartlett (MD) John Boozman (AR) Henry Brown (SC) Richard Burr (NC) Mac Collins (GA) Harold Ford (TN) Thaddeus McCotter (MI) Charlie Norwood (GA) Doug Ose (CA) Tom Osborn (NE) Stevan Pearce (NM) Lamar Smith (TX) Gene Taylor (MS) James Walsh (NY) Roger Wicker (MS) To find out how to get in touch with these epitomes of holy uprightedness and let them know what you think of their bill, take a trip over to the House of Representatives website. But what to write? I'd like to propose a fun little contest. Who can express their opinion of this bill using the greatest volume of these prohibitively nasty words? Click on the comment link below and scribe away. Extra points for style! ![]() ![]() ![]() |