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Do you think that American racism, American hatred, American intolerance, American dogmatism, American bigotry might have something to do with it. Immigration policy is whatever the American aristocracy wants it to be. Where is there a focus on class and caste. Why not confront it directly. America does not have an immigration policy. America has criminals in masks with guns. There's your policy. There's your law. There's your definition of moral authority. ICE is government terrorism where poor people sign up to arrest and kill other poor people. ICE is the moral failure of an entire society. The New York Times cannot even get us photographs of a single one of the American concentration camps. No one is allowed to see what is going on. Americans are complicit. "We are just doing our jobs." Americans cooperate. Americans are the guards, the managers, the jailers, the murderers. Keep your head down. Do not look around. Do not appear curious. America is the most vile and toxic culture the world has ever seen. Why should immigration be any different. The correct term for what is going on (everywhere) is called diaspora, but we see it as an issue of strangers wanting a piece of what we regard as belonging to us. Americans are not smart enough to see complex issues unless those issues are dumbed down and redefined into something simplistic that can be contained in two words. Usually yes, or no. We have never been cognizant of who and what we want to be. Therefore we are nothing.

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American book publishing bears great responsibility. Illiteracy is their fault. Book publishing will lie and tell you everyone in the world is literate and we all read. It’s marketing rhetoric. People not reading snowballs quickly to more people not reading. Who has time. As a writer who has published a dozen novels, I am here to tell you that book publishing is corrupt. This is the refrain I have been listening to for fifty years. “We have no money. We have no money. We have no money.” I would like to point out that at this exact moment, the lot of them are having their little summers in the Hamptons, and I suspect that they are eating actual food. I survive eating out of grocery store dumpsters. Trying doing it in the heat. Today, I found some intact bananas, but I notice that other people were having explosive diarrhea in the dumpster. I have scrubbed the bananas. I hope they are clean. Cyclosporiasis is just a reality (one of many) that extreme poverty puts in your face. Book publishers feel their job is to get writers to work for as little as possible so the big writers can make the big bucks. How glamorous. That might have something to do with a creeping illiteracy. It is a reflection of the cultural vacuum you live in.

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Yeah.

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“God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it?” — Nietzsche

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I used to write these things when I needed the money which was all the time. I was homeless. I would go to the library (I still do this) because they had typewriters us poor folks could use. I could bang out a romance novel in a week. I had many female pseudonyms. I love pseudonyms. They're fun. It's popcorn. But I do not care about romance novels. If I were writing a novel using those same characters, I would go directly to the divorce settlement, and a lawyer's office. Romance novels fed me. You are still reading those silly stories. The stories you want to read are not the kind of stories I am alive to write. I like to write about death. Death gives me hope. That life ends. I like to write about struggle. I like to write complex books where people hate each other. I do not believe in love. But I can write about characters who do. Love is an overindulgent lie. Superficial Love Is Us. Superficial Connection Is Us. Superficial Intimacy Is Us. We are not the characters we pretend to root for in a romance novel. Homo sapiens lead dull, fearful, diminutive lives with precious little love in it. Humanoids want to be wanted by other humanoids. Then, accouterment. Castles. Wealth. Power. Fashion. Jewels. Servants (or slaves in the background). Romance novels are not for hungry minds seeking answers. They have no answers beyond a superficial sexuality created by desperation where sound and fury are both contrived to bring you happy endings for your meaningless existence.

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The Supreme Court is illegitimate. The justices do not deserve to be protected. They deserve to have to live among the people they loathe. That visual alone informs us as to the extent to which the members of the Supreme Court are deeply hated and despised by Americans. Let them move into Marco Rubio's safe house on a military base. The tribal chief refuses to testify before congress because they might ask tough questions. Heaven forbid that the sacred members of the United States Supreme Court feel threatened. That would be a terrible thing. They should be pampered. They need cooks and maids and chauffeurs and landscapers and butlers and servers and footmen and assistants and assistants for the assistants and tutors for the children and please stop those mean people from drawing chalk art on the sidewalk because it upsets us that mere citizens might know where we live. Guess what. Americans know where you live. Americans know where you work. Americans know who you are. The sole purpose of the Supreme Court of the United States is to remove whatever rights Americans think they have. And we are required to like it. We must pray to the Supreme Court. We do not dare to regard the Sacred Supreme Court of the United States as a reprehensible, shameful, corrupt, unethical, institution of bootleg, specious, unreasoned, half-baked, unaccountable, inexplicable, ruthless decisions concocted in secret. Give them trucks filled with money. Let us see them as not being one of us.

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There was the NYT Magazine interview. As I was reading that interview, what was going on in my mind was: They Know Something I Don't Know. What is it. And why aren't they asking questions about whatever it is they are all hiding. Did the people at the magazine think that was a normal interview. This is called journalistic malpractice. The smugness factor around that interview was off the charts. You sat on the story. I absolutely refuse to listen to NYT ever again telling me over and over that they follow journalistic ethics to the letter. No. You do not. Even in this story, you are doing a song and dance about what you knew and when you knew it. It is disingenuous. YOU KNEW. How dare you not ask those questions. You were leading him AND us. You were waiting to attack. I have one little curiosity. Would you be willing to put the same time and energy and money and work into looking at whether or not Platner was set up. Would the republicans even bother to set him up. Yes. They would. And everyone knows they would. Who will be the next democrat to be accused of rape. If they can do it to one candidate, why not others. Will NYT explore the possibility of a set up. No. They gave him an interview to see if they could trip him up but NYT is just not that skilled, and they failed to make him trip over anything. But as a reader, I KNEW what you were doing because it was so obvious. The New York Times is not telling us the whole story and the gloating quite frankly, is sickening.

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June 2026

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Could darken any sin

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And you’re not allowed in

The issue is not an election. The issue is not she said. The issue is not he said. The issue is not limited to Americans. The issue belongs -- exclusively -- to homo sapiens. It could be my autism, but the way I see it, there are really not that many grey areas, rape is flat out wrong, period. Power is the issue that sits in the corner and silently broods. Power never has enough of itself. The point to power is to overwhelm. As someone who has been raped, I know this: To endure is the hardest thing life can challenge your existence with. After being raped, all I could do was stare out the window. For days. I do not remember the moment when I could stop staring out the window. Americans honestly believe that everything is about sex. Rape is not sex. Power is not sex. Trauma is not sex. Politics is not sex. Money is not sex. Religion is not sex. Authority is not sex. Equality is not sex. Sex is culture. What Americans have is gatekeeping. What power has is permission to regulate who and what goes where. Sex is also death. The first job of any local government is to decide where the dead go. We pretend rape offends our moral standards. Yet the republicans and the democrats are all the same party. Representing nothing. We have failed at the job of being human. The republicans have been very quiet through all of this. I would suspect they are doing what all of us are doing. Scratching our heads. We just lost something important. Our culture fails to inform us -- what is real.

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