"Communications satellites can bring to every home on earth sadism and pornography, vapid parlor games or inflated egos, all-in wrestling or tub-thumping revivalism. Yet they can also expose lies and tell the truth; no dictator can build a wall high enough to stop its' citizens listening to the voices from the stars."
The Social Consequences of Communications Satellites, 1945, Arthur C Clarke
Methinks that more people would watch C-SPAN and engage in democratic politics if there were more sadism and pornography in Congress. For as long as I can remember, batshit political nonsense sold like opium at a Hookah-Ware party. Now they're giving it away and and no one with a lick of sense is buying.
MANIFESTO
Robin Morrison has pursued life like a senile butterfly enthusiast, rushing off without so much as a net, always feeling he's left something behind; for example, the memory of where he came from before he emerged to mate and some day die.
He is old and unwise. His sword arm is shot, and he agrees with the authorities that there's nothing like a good blaster at your side and stomping on anything that still writhes. He calls this 'writing'.
"Writing protects me from reality," he said. "Readers protect me from my creditors.
