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Oli-Gar-Co

"We're having the meeting tonight at what we affectionately call the Southern White House. Seems to be the most convenient location. Everybody always wants to go to the Southern White House." (source)

"I don't have time to read the bullshit intellectuals write. All those poems and novels [...] I don't have time for that, or for seeing movies, or listening to music, or going to the ballet or to the cockfights. And I've never trusted artists. They're spineless and have no sense of honor, they tend to be traitors or are very servile [...] But there's one exception. A speech you gave seven years ago. At the Fine Arts, when you were inducted into the Academy of the Language. Do you remember it?"

The little man had turned even brighter red. He radiated an exalted light of indescribable joy:

" 'God and Trujillo: A Realistic Interpretation,' " he murmured, lowering his lids.

"I've read it many times," said the high-pitched, mellifluous voice of the Benefactor. "I know whole paragraphs by heart, like poems [...] 'A bold, energetic will that supports, in the march of the Republic toward the fulfillment of its destiny, the protective benevolence of supernatural forces,' " Trujillo recounted with half-closed eyes. " 'God and Trujillo: here, in synthesis, is the explanation, first of the survival of the nation, and second, of the present-day flourishing of Dominican life.' "

He opened his eyes and gave a melancholy sigh. Balaguer, made even smaller by the gratitude, listened in rapture.

"Do you still believe that God passed the baton to me? That He delegated to me the responsibility of saving this country?" he asked with an indefinable mixture of irony and interest.

"More than I did then, Excellency," replied the delicate, clear voice. "Trujillo could not have carried out this superhuman mission without transcendental help. You have been, for this nation, an instrument of the Supreme Being."

"Too bad those asshole bishops haven't heard the news," Trujillo said with a smile. "If your theory is true, I hope God makes them pay for their blindness."


--Excerpted from The Feast of the Goat by Mario Vargas Llosa, translated from the Spanish by Edith Grossman

If you were designing a world of humans, and you were God, I would wish the design more intelligent.

History's Worst Road Buddy Movie:

"Igor Sechin (head of Russian state oil company Rosneft, de facto second most powerful figure inside the Kremlin, ex-KGB) . . . has said that one of his ambitions is to 'ride the roads in the United States on motorcycles with [Secretary of State] Tillerson.'" (source)

The Road Prequel
Butcher Cassidy and the Silenced Kids
Two-Lane Blacksite
Some Like Them Shot
Planes, Trains and Autoerotic Asphyxiation
Thelma & Wheezing
Bandit and the Bandit
Mad Max: Make America Great Again
Perish, Taxless
Pain Man
Motel, Oligarchy
Nationalist Goon's Annihilation
Midnight Trump 

Zen DP Steve Yedlin with a timely question:

If intuition gives you a blind hunch, next step is?

a. Confidently decide that it's true.

b. Investigate whether evidence supports it.

reactive leaps and logical
fallacies that follow