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… чіткими свідченнями того, що кращого життя немає і не буде.

Зате є війна, цього разу на Донбасі. Східна частина країни хоче відокремитись і приєднатися до Росії…


Таааа, чувак. WTF. Пиши, про що знаєш

I find it very difficult to let a friend or beloved go into that country of no return. I answer the heroic question, “Death, where is thy sting?” with “It is here in my heart, and my mind, and my memories.

So, for a year my brother was able to control his life. I have given great thanks for the help of two strangers I met by comic accident. I learned that a friend may be waiting behind a stranger’s face.

They broke down the door of the room where I was being held. My life was saved. Was that event incident, coincident, accident, or answered prayer?

I believe my prayers were answered.

Home is that youthful region where a child is the only real living inhabitant. Parents, siblings, and neighbors, are mysterious apparitions, who come, go, and do strange unfathomable things in and around the child, the region’s only enfranchised citizen.

Thomas Wolfe warned in the title of America’s great novel that “You Can’t Go Home Again.” I enjoyed the book but I never agreed with the title. I believe that one can never leave home. I believe that one carries the shadows, the dreams, the fears and dragons of home under one’s skin, at the extreme corners of ones eyes and possibly in the gristle of the ear lobe.

“Don’t play the race (or the gender, or the domestic violence) card” – in LA in the early 1990s – and “I can believe what it is already convenient for me to believe”. It’s hard not to be exasperated with the author at moments like these

‘This is not some murder that incidentally involved domestic violence,’ Scott would tell me. ‘It’s a domestic violence case that ended in murder.’

Back in high school, I wanted to be an actress. No fifteen-year-old wants to be an actress without wanting to be «famous. Somewhere along the line, I outgrew wanting to be famous. I wanted to do something truly useful with my life. I wanted to make a real contribution. The irony, of course, is that the most serious job I ever undertook turned into a damned circus.

‘Let’s face it,’ my deep throat had said to me, ‘nobody rules the world any more. The markets rule the world. Maybe that’s why your conspiracy theorists make up all those crazy things. Because the truth is so much more frightening. Nobody rules the world. Nobody controls anything.’

‘Alex [Jones] is not only a great activist and a great broadcaster but also a great actor,’ [his girlfiend] said.

“It was delightful, after all the code words, to spend time with a man for whom code words are anathema, the last of the great unreconstructed conspiracy theorists.

‘. . . the European Union is a beast ridden by the harlot Catholic Church, conspiring to create a Europe controlled by the Vatican . . .'"

“‘No’, said Anna, sharply. ‘Don’t start until I tell you how to. OK?’

Anna smiled – a chilling cheerleader smile. The Klanspeople hurriedly put down their pens”

This is how things now stand: the Anti-Defamation League are searching for code words that have replaced the word ‘Jew’; and for the anti-Semites the word ‘Jew’ has become code for non-Jews who meet in secret rooms, just as the anti-Semitic tracts of the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries – the Protocols of Zion and Henry Ford’s The International Jew, for instance – portrayed the Jews.

So there’s the answer. In the absence of statistical substantiation, you need to put words in inverted commas. The Jews are metaphors now. You no longer need to be Jewish to be a Jew.

my mind flitted between the two versions of what had happened in Portugal, attempting to marshal whatever insubstantial facts and partial truths I felt I knew,before settling on Them against Them,with me doing the driving.My worryingly paradoxical thought process could be summarized thus: Thank God I don’t believe in the secret rulers of the world.Imagine what the secret rulers of the world might do to me if I did

I had no idea that there were so many crazy Jewish organizations out there and that they counted so many suspected anti-Semites amongst their roll of honour.

'They may play golf when they’re *there*,’ clarified the mole, ‘but they’re not *there* to play golf.’

‘OK,’ I said.