When The Station Leaves The Train

By Eric Le Roy

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A couple of days ago, my colleague informed me that almost all of our readership had disappeared. Apparently, our erstwhile ‘fans’ are now opting for the seamless, dreamless efficiency of AI. I don’t blame them. Who wouldn’t prefer to have the world and all that’s in it summarized in a few seconds, when the alternative is a laborious process once known as ‘thought’?

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When News Becomes a Team Sport

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On a winter evening quite a few years ago, I sat in a rented room—one of those temporary places where the furniture is chosen to survive, not to comfort. The radiator clicked like an impatient metronome. Outside, a streetlamp made the wet pavement shine. I had no plan except to hear a familiar language. I turned on the television.

Within minutes I was watching two countries that occupied the same … Read the rest

Weltschmerz

By Eric Le Roy

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‘We have fallen in the dreams the ever living

Breathe on the tarnished mirror of the world

And then smooth out with ivory hands and sigh.”

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My life at an advanced age vacillates between flashes of murderous rage and periods of unaccountable serenity. When I sense the futility of thinking that anything much is going to change during my ‘golden years’, I … Read the rest

The Sham Of Social Media

By Eric Le Roy

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Content 18+ Back in the day when I was an undergraduate at the University of Florida, I wondered what to choose as my ‘major’: English or Journalism. Well, that was back in the ‘60s, so what else could I do but drop out and head for Greenwich Village in New York City? (Well, not exactly. I ended up working at the Countee Cullen … 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