JimDore, LeoCohen, transgenderism, and that one library job.

My mind, only just over the edge into marginal sleep, feels agile and active and bright. In bed I smile, and finally give in to waking.

I’m not unsympathetic to the women of Talibanistan, but listen. 300 million dollars a day, every day, for twenty years. What did it buy?

A massive culture of corruption in the middle of Asia. A pumping up of the military-industrial war machine …

… and yet another lesson that it’s never a good idea to ally with and have your bread buttered by the cold-hearted wolf of a capitalist machine.

They’ll always break your heart and your bones in the end and it’s true whether you’re a translator or a woman, in Kandahar or Kalispell.