From Transparent Conspiracy to In-Your-Face Fascism
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[This was published at OpEdNews.com on April 19, 2023. German translation here.] When I was in the 9th grade there was a guy whose name I can't remember, so I'll call him Lindsey, after Lindsey Graham, for the reason that will become apparent when I tell you the only thing I do remember about him. The school was on the post grounds at Fort Richardson, Alaska, and behind the school were some woods. (I awoke more than once to see a moose in the backyard of our quarters.) One day at lunchtime Lindsey invited me and a couple of other boys to accompany him into those woods because he had something "cool" to show us. I didn't know the other boys either. I think he just picked us at random. He was carrying a wire cage with mice in it. Where he got them I don't know. When we were just far enough into the woods not to be seen from the school, Lindsey dug a hole in the ground with a garden spade and dumped the mice in it. Then he started pelting them with rocks. He urged us to join in the fun, but none of us did. What sticks in my memory is the look on Lindsey's face as he slaughtered the mice. It's a strange sort of memory, because it's not of the face itself but of the feeling it conveyed. It was glee.
From Transparent Conspiracy to In-Your-Face Fascism
From Transparent Conspiracy to In-Your-Face…
From Transparent Conspiracy to In-Your-Face Fascism
[This was published at OpEdNews.com on April 19, 2023. German translation here.] When I was in the 9th grade there was a guy whose name I can't remember, so I'll call him Lindsey, after Lindsey Graham, for the reason that will become apparent when I tell you the only thing I do remember about him. The school was on the post grounds at Fort Richardson, Alaska, and behind the school were some woods. (I awoke more than once to see a moose in the backyard of our quarters.) One day at lunchtime Lindsey invited me and a couple of other boys to accompany him into those woods because he had something "cool" to show us. I didn't know the other boys either. I think he just picked us at random. He was carrying a wire cage with mice in it. Where he got them I don't know. When we were just far enough into the woods not to be seen from the school, Lindsey dug a hole in the ground with a garden spade and dumped the mice in it. Then he started pelting them with rocks. He urged us to join in the fun, but none of us did. What sticks in my memory is the look on Lindsey's face as he slaughtered the mice. It's a strange sort of memory, because it's not of the face itself but of the feeling it conveyed. It was glee.