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the day after
Sep. 25th, 2019 07:31 pmRe: British politics... so, I hear the sequel to Into the Spidervers will be titled Spiderwoman: Judgment Day?
Truly, it was a glorious day yesterday, but today the depressing guess has grown in me that the horror clowns on both sides of the Atlantic will just brazen it out. In the US, the Right have become so fanatic and radicalized that they seem incapable of mustering anything like the sense of responsibility that sent Nixon running in the end, and in Britain, Brexit has become an ideology to trump, no pun intended, all other ideologies to its followers, whose policy, if it can be called that, basically amounts to "we had to destroy the village in order to save it". I mean, yes, they've utterly unmasked themselves. (Sovereignity of parliament? Not if its members do anything we don't like. Sovereignity of British courts and British laws? Nah, judges are "enemies of the people" (Stalin says hello). United Kingdom? To hell with North Ireland, Scotland, and Wales.) But I doubt anyone brainwashed by Brexit fever will care. You know what, I prefer Stephen King novels. Sure, a great many of the cast may die, and if you're really unlucky, the glimpse of the afterlife makes things even worse, but generally people make more sense, and fanatics get foiled before it's all over.
On that note, I've only begun to check out this delightful Stephen King fanfiction exchange: Some Find Solace is a creepy h/c delight of a story in which Trisha (from The Girl who loved Tom Gordon), Carrie (White, of course, from guess which novel), Jesse (from Gerald's Game) and Dolores Clairborne (another titular heroine) all meet.
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startrekholidays has arrived. There aren't prompts as such, but there are several relationships I think I can work with. After a rewatch of key episodes. Oh, the hardship! :)
Truly, it was a glorious day yesterday, but today the depressing guess has grown in me that the horror clowns on both sides of the Atlantic will just brazen it out. In the US, the Right have become so fanatic and radicalized that they seem incapable of mustering anything like the sense of responsibility that sent Nixon running in the end, and in Britain, Brexit has become an ideology to trump, no pun intended, all other ideologies to its followers, whose policy, if it can be called that, basically amounts to "we had to destroy the village in order to save it". I mean, yes, they've utterly unmasked themselves. (Sovereignity of parliament? Not if its members do anything we don't like. Sovereignity of British courts and British laws? Nah, judges are "enemies of the people" (Stalin says hello). United Kingdom? To hell with North Ireland, Scotland, and Wales.) But I doubt anyone brainwashed by Brexit fever will care. You know what, I prefer Stephen King novels. Sure, a great many of the cast may die, and if you're really unlucky, the glimpse of the afterlife makes things even worse, but generally people make more sense, and fanatics get foiled before it's all over.
On that note, I've only begun to check out this delightful Stephen King fanfiction exchange: Some Find Solace is a creepy h/c delight of a story in which Trisha (from The Girl who loved Tom Gordon), Carrie (White, of course, from guess which novel), Jesse (from Gerald's Game) and Dolores Clairborne (another titular heroine) all meet.
My own assignment for
startrekholidays has arrived. There aren't prompts as such, but there are several relationships I think I can work with. After a rewatch of key episodes. Oh, the hardship! :)
