#AMAZEXIT! (Please DO NOT buy my books from Amazon)
The catalyst for me to take action was Bezos’ hard right turn politically and his eagerness to curry favor with the Cheeto regime as one of the flagship tech oligarchs.
Category: Waldo Noesta
The Cantankerous Inward Anarchism of Sludge O’Toole
Though the character is no match for Hennecy’s real-life activist credentials and socialist bonafides..the heart that drives them and the philosophy that guides them are the same. I can speak with confidence on the matter because Sludge is, more or less, me — that is, he, shortcomings and all, represents my present-day influence on my own book about events from the long-ago past. He is the mentor that I’ve had to be for myself while my wordsmith nature daydreams the story into existence. He is the secular patron saint of every independent author who has been compelled to write while working, in the world but not quite of it, to support a family and promote their own work as a one-person DIY writer-publisher in late stage capitalist America.
Against All Authority, Especially My Own
The asymmetrical war is the cause of Estelle’s dissociative symptoms. The “tiny but loud autocrat,” one should quickly surmise, is her ego, which is not the bastion of individuality we assume it to be. This assumption, we learn, is a deliberate Orwellian twist that perpetuates social control over the individual by placing an authoritarian voice of its own creation at the helm of the natural person seeking liberation. The duplicity of the egoic turncoat — acting at times like the liberator but only further ensnaring the self in its grasp — fuels the distrust that keeps them at odds, preventing the one thing that can actually lead to a liberated individual: the rejection of all authority, including one’s own.
The Strange Blessing of Maladaptive Traits
What if all of these behaviors, including and maybe especially the uncomfortable ones, are an essential part of self-actualization, spiritually or otherwise?
Where’s Waldo Going?
Well…the mud has settled, and the right action has arisen. I’m taking the arctic plunge and moving to New York. No, not that New York. I can’t make it there. I’m a wee bit claustrophobic for the Big Apple. I know it’s still the Mecca for print writers, and I will spend a fair amount […]
Life After Betty: News from Not Two South
The work goes on. All the fellow grievers have returned home, and here I am in this suddenly empty place. I have been alone most of my adult life –both my profession and vocation call for it, and my temperament eagerly answers– but it’s strange how different that quality feels when it comes to the […]
My Love and Hatred of Language
I love language in the same way that an arsonist loves fire. It is his mode of expression, but not his motivation. He doesn’t use it for its own sake —he wants to see something burn.
Why I Distrust Disorganized Religion
I don’t trust disorganized religion.
Look at it closely and you’ll inevitably find some reactionary yahoo who figured out there is nothing to figure out and wants to sell you that information.
Noesta Aqui 