Back on the Blog
The
tune playing as the blog begins: The Beatles, a bootleg of a live performance, ‘I
Want to be Your Man’. Well, that’s a tough one to use as a jump off, or a
prompt, or whatever the term du jour may be.
FLASH! I’m
a Writing Flashy.
What
is flash fiction? It’s a novel for those of us wanting instant gratification. It’s
for those times when Cliff Notes are too much.
As
luck would have it I happened to have a story collecting dust that seemed
almost a perfect for the format. The format is, basically, to fit a complete story
with a beginning, middle and end into 500 to 1,000 words, or 300 to 1,000
words, depending on whose definition you’re trusting.
It
turns out that writing flash fiction can be a great exercise, especially for a
master of the superfluous. Limiting oneself to essential words results in
cleaner writing. All those words intended to add color – gone! (They probably didn’t
work anyway.)
Story
ready, off it goes. Will it be accepted? I don’t know, but just in case I am
making plans for the $60.
Clever, eh?
At
one time I intended that this blog would tackle serious subjects: religion and
politics. Reletics, get it? Anyway I’m going return to take a turn in that
serious direction for a moment. All while ‘You Brought the Sunshine Inside’ by Jude
Bowerman plays in the background.
Shortly after it started appearing on Facebook I started following the Clive
Bundy ranch fiasco. It was supposed to be an assault on our basic rights but I wasn't getting it.. So I read and then read some
more, but I still didn’t get it. How was one rancher’s sense of entitlement to
freely use land that was not his, endangering our rights? He said he didn’t recognize
the Federal Government but would willingly pay the state authorities anything they
asked. That doesn't make sense. We can’t legitimately decide not to pay people we owe but to pay some uninvolved party instead. Bundy had been making his usage payments until around
1993, so what changed? His claims to have been farming the land since the 19th
century don’t appear to be valid. Land records indicate his family purchased
their land in the late ‘40’s, and probably didn't start farming (or ranching?) until the mid ‘50s.
It doesn’t appear that they ever owned the land in dispute.
So,
without hyperbole about the armed thugs of BLM – Since, even if they do exist
they didn’t show up on the scene for 20 years – what’s the story?
The Final Tune for the Evening.
Once
more I depend upon the iTunes random selection to close out the evening.
Tonight it’s “March of the Meanies” from The Beatles, Yellow Submarine
soundtrack. For a moment I was thinking that I might have to re-think this
iTunes strategy, but I actually like this.
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