Journals of Lord Malinov

the poetry of madness

cynic

The world is run by thugs.  Big thugs, little thugs, authority is thuggery.  Sad, yet inescapable.  The meek probably wouldn't do much better if they were put in charge.  In fact, chances are they'd become thugs.  Power corrupts, they say.  The also say that absolute power corrupts absolutely, but I disagree.  Absolute power can't be corrupted, because it already has everything.  I suspect that they mean an absolute that isn't quite that absolute, just mostly absolute.  Absolute power would be God.  Is our universe corrupted?  Do stars take bribes?

I feel bad for everybody who suffers, but people who live on the Gulf coast should expect hurricanes.  People who might be in the path of a storm should get out of the path.  People who build in hurricane rich environments should build very strong buildings.  By accepting the risk, you accept the consequences.

I spent half my spring and fall nights in the storm cellar hiding from tornadoes.  The sound of a warning siren is almost comforting to me.   Strange world.

Dallas has a minimal vulnerability to natural disaster, relative to most places.  Drought.  Locusts.  Tornadoes.  Refugees from natural disasters in other places.  Better than living on the lip of a volcano, anyway.

I built a bookcase yesterday.  I still have splinters, if proof of my hands-on participation is required.  Not just any bookcase, but custom fit for the space.  72 feet of bookshelves - almost enough to hold the books stacked on the floor.  Progress is happening.

I am feeling frustrated and I don't know why.  Sometimes emotions are very curious creatures.  Come out of that dark corner so that we can have a look at ya.

Malinov

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