tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071936218849577375.post7884160263358808751..comments2024-03-19T23:20:47.782-07:00Comments on Unintentional Irony: Day LaborJames Killushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08265296146264452333noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071936218849577375.post-38753227010936629402008-03-24T17:04:00.000-07:002008-03-24T17:04:00.000-07:00Thanks for the Honlin comment. I did believe that ...Thanks for the Honlin comment. I did believe that the story hit its stride in the second book and there are some interesting times a' coming.<BR/><BR/>I really should do more self-promotion, though. That seems to be the real coin of the realm these days, and I was never that good at it, and I grow less good at it with each passing day.James Killushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08265296146264452333noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071936218849577375.post-77903649968032008632008-03-23T18:29:00.000-07:002008-03-23T18:29:00.000-07:00In re: the Man's Hand. As someone remarked about J...In re: the Man's Hand. As someone remarked about John "Stache" Bolton, "Kiss up. Kick down." Nothing quite like living at the nexus of power and pettiness.<BR/><BR/>Your buddy Honlin's off to a good start in this latest adventure. I'm starting to get kind of a Sin City vibe which, to me, is a very good thing.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071936218849577375.post-58468441603775118522008-03-23T18:14:00.000-07:002008-03-23T18:14:00.000-07:00Looking back a young white male garnered a lot of ...<I>Looking back a young white male garnered a lot of privilege just by assuming it was there. Everyone, it seems, assumed it was there.</I><BR/><BR/>Then, of course, as age brings the loss of the presumption of immortality, as real deeds fail to assume the proportions of dreams, it must be Someone's Fault. And there we find the age-old traditions of finding someone to blame, with that Someone rarely being The Man, who does, after all, possess the Hand that Feeds You.James Killushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08265296146264452333noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071936218849577375.post-63805247294990995802008-03-22T07:59:00.000-07:002008-03-22T07:59:00.000-07:00… but I'd go home to a nice suburban home, ...<I>… but I'd go home to a nice suburban home, shower, and get a good night's sleep, with the expectation that things would get better, if not tomorrow, then certainly in the weeks or months after that.</I><BR/><BR/>Yes there was an unchallenged optimism built into the middle class in those years. Today was good and tomorrow would be better. Gotta factor the bullet-proofness of youth into that observation, but still, middle class (white) America had seemingly changed the world.<BR/><BR/>There were signs we chose to ignore. Body bags were coming back from 'Nam a hundred a week or more. Race was on obstacle if you didn't have the right one. And, of course, to be the Man one really had to be be one, that Y chromosome carried all the good stuff.<BR/><BR/>Looking back a young white male garnered a lot of privilege just by assuming it was there. Everyone, it seems, assumed it was there.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com