Archive for the 'Mmmerican Waterlooo' Category
Tracing the Arc of ARC: Facing Their Facing Race Conference
07-07-2010I look forward to be invited by ARC to an historic rendezvous.
How the Global and International Studies People at UCSB Can Change the World
04-12-2010O Bailan Todos O No Baile Nadie
Transforming Our State of California: Imprimaturs
04-04-2010We intend to honor their life’s work, their association with us.
The Best Quality Health Care for Everyone for “Free”
03-07-2010I’m talking about the quality and extent of your care being enormously increased, in historically unprecedented proportions.
Send in the Clowns or Send up the Clowns
02-28-2010Shake up the world with the BIGGEST LAUGH IN HISTORY, and see what happens.
Chapter 14 of ‘Mmmerican Waterloo0: An Unmoveable Beast
08-19-2005Out of Bangladesh: Out of Luck? Three Ground Zeros and We’re Out? Outting ‘Mmmericans? 24 Hours to Get the “F” Out? All titles rejected within seconds.
The frustration of fiction. No more.
“‘The chilling scope of the bomb attacks that swept the length and breadth of the country yesterday should have no one in doubt as to the intent, organization, and capability of the terrorists that were behind it,’ a leading English newspaper, the Daily Star, said in an editorial.”
That was straight up from a Reuters report on the desk of Richard Martin Oxman. It knocked him clear out of *the person* he was using.
Is There a Smart Martin in the House?: Chapter 13 of ‘Mmmerican Waterloo0
08-10-2005While the police were high-fiving themselves, and jiving the public around with their low-profile profiling underground in major cities around the country, a new kind of baby stroller was introduced into the the nation’s subway system…and elsewhere.
The one that carried a bomb in the baby carriage.
Meanwhile, Big Al’s carriage and Bad Al’s carriage changed quite a bit down roun’ Al-’Ayun around the same time.
Their *marriage*, following Malone’s knock on Good Al’s Desdemona door…ostensibly to apologize for the slash in the windsurfed sea off Essaouira, was a shock to their collective systems; suddenly they just wanted to be alone with one another.
But when they ventured into the Western Sahara, Morocco’s illegally occupied territory, to escape…Matilda followed in disguise. That would have shocked them even more had they known.
“Not even the rain has such small hands,” whispered Good Al, in appreciation. “I like Cummings too,” dripped The Bad Malone.

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