It’s Time

Glad you could join us for the next rainy episode of Elliot’s Adventures. If you’re new here, you can catch up by returning to the beginning, and reading really fast…

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Photo credit: Tammy Bergstrom

“We’ve heard enough!” The single voice drowned in the assent that rumbled through the hastily convened Wildlands Congress of Ants.

“War breeds carrion,” another called. “It’s good for us no matter who wins!”

Commandant Marabunta banged her staff against a hollow log. “We are charged with more than disposal. The Alliance wants us to assist their side in combat. Ambassador Arturo can’t guarantee access to their enemy’s dead unless his Alliance wins. So I ask, who would march east to join with this new Alliance in battle against The Arids tyrant?”

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Resisting “Cheeto Hitler”

Remember Wil Wheaton?

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Wil as Gordie Lachance in Stand by Me
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Wil as Wesley Crusher in Star Trek the Next Generation

Well, he’s all grown up, writing and speaking his mind. His outspoken contributions on Medium are worth reading even if you don’t agree with him because this is America, and lively debate is our Constitutional birthright. He’ll give you something to think about in a passionate, compelling voice, expletives not deleted.

There’s a lot of triumphant “get over it you Libtard you lost” going around. I understand that. I get it. It’s shitty, and it’s obnoxious, but I understand that impulse. Wil Wheaton

I’d like to share his latest post because I believe it’s important as a heartfelt background and introduction to a piece he did not write that deserves attention. (Here’s some background about the group of former Democratic Congressional Staffers who wrote it.)

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Wil as himself

And for myself, I hope you all have a joy-filled holiday season celebrating Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanza, the New Year, and whatever else you might celebrate. Spend it laughing with family and friends. Spend some of it in lively, loving debate. ❤

The Road We’ve Paved

 

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“Go on, ya yeller-bellied coward — draw!”

I grew up in the ’50s and ’60s. Most of our staple TV entertainments were shoot-em-up Westerns and shoot-em-up Detective shows. Especially in the ’50s. My formative years. The hero shoots the bad guy. The bad guy falls down dead. No blood, no twitching, no ugliness or remorse.

Then John F. Kennedy was shot to death, and the world was shocked. Two days later, live on national television, we watched Jack Ruby shoot and kill Lee Harvey Oswald. Up close. Live. Dead.

I was 12-1/2, and I was not shocked.

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