The Art of Saying Nothing. Necro-Speak

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There’s a special kind of language that doesn’t tell you what’s happening—it tells you what to feel about it. It’s an art form, really. A performance where words pretend to inform but actually sedate. Bureaucrats, generals, and “information managers” have refined it into a linguistic ballet: graceful, bloodless, and utterly lethal to thought.

It’s called doublespeak. Or, in the more poetic tongues of the East, necro-speak—the language of the … Read the rest

The Finch And The Falconer

By Eric Le Roy

     

                         

“The world is a comedy for those who think, and a tragedy for those who feel” – Horace Walpole

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Only the Lonely” was the signature song of a guy named Roy Orbison, a star in the early rock’ n’ roll era. Orbison died in 1988 of a heart attack at the age of 52. Songs are full of lonely guys; they were back … Read the rest

The Visions Of Vulcans

By Eric Le Roy

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Content 18+ I would like to respond to Artem’s well-conceived article called The Strength Paradox.” While acknowledging the dramatic galvanizing prowess of the Man with the Plan, Artem opines that the inherent danger lurking in the brain of the unchained game-changer is the possibility, ever-looming, that it will all go to his head. The inspiring revolutionary becomes the tyrant; the religious messiah Read the rest

Donald Trump And The Yellow Brick Road  

By Eric LeRoy

Content 18+ I have always wondered why some people make a powerful impression on us and others don’t. Of course the effect can vary from person to person, and that’s a good thing: for example, it would be a real mess if every man fell in love with the same woman – to the exclusion of all others.

Just imagine it: the longed-for Wench-Princess-Nymphette standing on the Read the rest

Come To The Cabaret, Old Chum

By Eric Le Roy

Content 18+ The gray days turn now to early darkness – light-swallowing afternoons that have me leaving the apartment with my dogs when it is still daylight and returning 30 minutes later to sudden winds and the pitch black of precocious night. These afternoons end quicker than friendships when talking about places like Russia and Ukraine, Israel and Palestine. Believe me, I know.

In the morning, … Read the rest