"I like a good story, well told. That is the reason I am sometimes forced to tell them myself." - Mark Twain
Saturday, February 11, 2023
Bad Idea File?
6 comments:
Anonymous
said...
Aesop, Please help me find a fictional story you wrote. It is about lefties protesting on city streets. Several men take action to direct how the protest goes. The men use smoke and sticks that go pew pew pew to create mayhem. The end was they ditch their barrels into a river and no one is the wiser.
I do not remember the year it was written or even the title. Thank you.
That story is just as pertinent today as I remember it being pertinent six years ago.
I did expect that it would have been realized by now. The underlying conditions that were the basis of the story have not improved in any way since then. They have worsened.
I suppose we have been three-time lucky. That won't hold up forever. I am not looking forward to the blowup.
brother, "Tomorrow" is about your best work, printed it out and still have it with other classic blogstuff like "The Pig Trap" from 'Taxicab Depressions' from years ago... damn, I'm old and I've been doing this shit a long time... Original Grandpa
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6 comments:
Aesop,
Please help me find a fictional story you wrote. It is about lefties protesting on city streets. Several men take action to direct how the protest goes. The men use smoke and sticks that go pew pew pew to create mayhem. The end was they ditch their barrels into a river and no one is the wiser.
I do not remember the year it was written or even the title. Thank you.
Tomorrow.
https://raconteurreport.blogspot.com/2017/02/tomorrow.html
From 6 years ago, this week.
That story is just as pertinent today as I remember it being pertinent six years ago.
I did expect that it would have been realized by now. The underlying conditions that were the basis of the story have not improved in any way since then. They have worsened.
I suppose we have been three-time lucky. That won't hold up forever. I am not looking forward to the blowup.
He wouldn't go - Paul might have a hammer.
brother, "Tomorrow" is about your best work, printed it out and still have it with other classic blogstuff like "The Pig Trap" from 'Taxicab Depressions' from years ago... damn, I'm old and I've been doing this shit a long time...
Original Grandpa
Thank you. And ya, Taxicab Depressions was a favorite. I told him so. Sad to see him go.
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