I was distracted from the morning's essay by looking up a Philip Wylie book that I remembered as having been written in more heat than light as the end of WW II approached and the commonness of the common man was becoming, well, perhaps a bit too common for Wylie, who looked ahead to 1950s conformity and averageness with a kind of inflated loathing.
Alas, there is far more heat than light, but it does go to show something, pretty much the same thing as the ancient Chinese scroll -- or was it Cicero?* -- that complains, “Times are bad. Children no longer obey their parents, and everyone is writing a book.”
And so I have found for myself. Freedom of speech, per the young, does not apply to speech one disapproves of, and Presidents are ever ready to "impose Marshall law and effect us all," although, sadly, it seems there will not be roving squads of Spelling Police dispensing summary justice.
Et tu, Cicero?
When tyranny comes, it will have beautiful, gleaming, straight teeth and a lovely line of pure-quill bullshit.
* It was.
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