Today's novel progress: 734 words.
God, what is the world coming to? Crazy women carving "B"s in their faces, mothers beating their kids up with pipes, kids being allowed to handle Uzis and accidentally shooting themselves - people, get a grip out there.
The current economic crisis reminds me of the one in Vonngeut's Galapagos, specifically the bit about how the world's resources had not changed, the amount of food in the world had not changed, just the imagined value of pieces of paper had changed.
When you vote next week, remember this quote from Robert Anton Wilson & Robert Shea's Illuminatus Trilogy:
"I am also puzzled," Sam Three Arrows said finally. "I worked, long ago, in New York City, in construction, like many young men of the Mohawk Nation. I found that whites were often like us, and I could not hate them one at a time. But they do not know the earth or love it. They do not speak from the heart, usually. They do not act from the heart. They are more like the actors on the movie screen. They play roles. And their leaders are not like our leaders. They are not chosen for virtue, but for their skill at playing roles. Whites have told me this, in plain words. They do not trust their leaders, and yet they follow them. When we do not trust a leader, he is finished. Then, also, the leaders of the whites have too much power. It is bad for a man to be obeyed too often. But the worst thing is what I have said about the heart. Their leaders have lost it and they have lost mercy. They speak from somewhere else. They act from somewhere else. But from where? Like you, I do not know. It is, I think, a kind of insanity." He looked at Hagbard and added politely. "Some are different."