So someone's been plagiarizing Squirrel!Terror.
Here's Squirrel!Terror on my LiveJournal. Now these are original posts, or parts of them, because my LJ is merely a backup for my blog here. Where the LJ entries cut off is where there was a cut directing readers to my site, which is why plenty of the Squirrel!Terror articles were unable to be resurrected from LJ export like some of my other posts were after the hacking.
Here's the Squirrel!Terror tag on my website--the very same website that was hacked, during which I lost most of SquirrelTerror, which led me to the present-day attempt at getting the entries together for my Readers. The person I've hired to help me edit, copyedit, and format it into reasonable shape for ebooks found the plagiarism via some Google-fu.
Which is, of all things...on Daily Kos. Here's the plagiarizer, a certain "Noddy". And here's my own Kos profile, in the interests of full disclosure, because I paid for a lifetime membership some time ago.
I'm saddened, of course. I'm a little peeved, but I'm used to people stealing my work. I've sent a message through Facebook and through Kos to ask this person to take down the posts, there and everywhere else she's tried to pass off my work as her own. I'll be crossposting this to Kos as well. Since I'm planning on bringing the tales of Neo, Mercutio, and the gang to ebook form due to reader request, I want to be very clear about the fact that I wrote them, I own them, and this is not okay.
It's just...sad. Very sad. I hope this person does the right thing.
Original post at my blog
I listened to both speeches last night--McCain's concession and Obama's celebratory.
I know a lot of people say McCain was "classy" in his concession. That if he'd been that way all through the campaign they wouldn't have minded him as President.
That's awful nice.
But I grew up in a conservative, xenophobic household. I know what McCain was saying on the surface, and I know the code words he was using to reach the hate-filled basket of idiocy that is all the Republican Party has left. McCain's message was not gracious. It was, "Sarah will redeem us in 2012. Until then, make it impossible for this interloper to make any real change. Clinton him if you can--scream long and loud into the Faux News echo chamber we've built, and make him pay. Make it impossible to get any real work done."
Please, my dear friend, whoever you are, please vote if you're able to. Know who to contact if you're denied the chance to vote, or if you encounter problems. I know you're seeing this all over your f-list, probably, but like the Selkie says, if my voice will make one single solitary person who wasn't going to vote before do it, I'll gladly add to the chorus.
Cross-posted from my blog. I haven't been around here much lately, but I figure I had to share this.
This was one of the most exotic moments of my life, dear Reader. And that's saying something.
So earlier this evening the Teen was at college and everyone else was at kendo. I was breathing the sweet air of solitude and employing my time productively (i.e., by research-reading erotica while I played a video game. Hey, I multi-task.) Along comes a doorbell ringing.
"Goddammit," I say with feeling, and haul myself up. I jerk open the door, prepared for a neighbor's kid wanting to play with mine or some guy selling siding. "What?"
The nicely-dressed man smiles. "Hi, I'm David Carrier. I'm running for state Senate in this district and I'm just out introducing myself."
I have not yet decided exactly who I'm voting for in the primaries. For several elections it's seemed to me that our only choices were between bad and worse under the two-party system, or irrelevancy, voting with one's conscience. I did choose the latter path.
I voted for Nader. Don't get angry just yet, I had good reasons for doing so.
Cross-posted from my regular blog
Quite frankly, Naomi Wolf's book scared the hell out of me. Not because she's an alarmist, but because I recognized every example she used. As an amateur student of history, I do believe you can see the future in the past. And I've felt a lingering sense of unease and familiarity with several developments in American politics over the last eight-nine years. That familiarity has grown into horror, the unease into outright fear.
Mark Morford has a stinging, absolutely hilarious little satirical number in SFGate today, about Bush pre-emptively pardoning the entire Republican party. Seriously.
The funny thing is, I really don't think it's that far away.
Cross-posted at The Flamboyant Cuttlefish, my regular blog
I don't often bring up my political leanings here. I've got Daily Kos for whenever my spleen needs a venting. But this Fourth of July, dear Readers, I want to ask you a question.
Do you want to be a slave?
Glenn Greenwald has an interesting discussion going on over at his Salon column. In his new book, Glenn details the black-vs.-white, us-vs.-them mentality of the Bush White House and shows just how deadly it's become to American interests.
The big folderol is happening over Glenn's contention that evangelist Christianity is a red herring when it comes to understanding the mechanisms of Dubya's personality. It doesn't matter, he says, whether Bush is genuinely evangelist Christian or just a sad sack of spouting sh!te, crassly using religious cant to gain profit and power. Several people have taken issue with Glenn saying "It just doesn't matter, folks." But the most interesting part, and the one I'm thinking about, is under the fold.
I have never truly considered myself a cynic--the fact that I voted for Nader in every presidential election except the last should disqualify me on that score, at least. But I have a cynic's nasty suspicion growing in my soul, and I hope it's just my deep disgust with Comey's recent revelations of Godfather-esque machinations by Card & Gonzales, Inc., at the bedside of a very ill man.
My suspicion, my friends, is that Bush, Cheney, Rove, Rumsfeld, Gonzales, Card, and company, etc., etc., ad infinitum, ad nauseum...
...will never be called to account.
General warrants. Lettres de cachet. And now, our own government engaging in wholesale ignoring of FISA, wiretapping without warrants and daring us to care. The Founding Fathers are certainly rotating in their tombs. I'm sure they never thought we their descendants would be craven enough to crawl back under a tyrant's skirts, merely because we're afraid. What one fears blindly, one risks becoming...and guess what we are becoming?
It's funny, isn't it, how we're faced with the same questions the French and American Revolutionaries faced. Taxation (of the poor and middle class) without representation (a Congress/Presidency comprised of the economic top 1%.) General warrants. Live free or...well, just shop. The truly odd thing is that tyranny very rarely changes. In order to turn a free country into a nation of servility, dictators and their cabals take the same steps, time after time.
You'd think we'd learn by now.
Get ready to have your jaw drop and your blood pressure shoot up. Richard Perle has commented on Tenet's new biography. In an article. In the Washington Post.
And Perle has the effrontery to claim he is the injured party here, and the CIA is the sole architect of war in Iraq. He titled the article...
...wait for it...
How The CIA Failed America.