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Careful in savannah. It's gone over almost entirely to the nigs. It's a **** hole now.JohnnyYou » Today, 8:41 am » wrote: ↑ Let me guess.. you have walls and walls of books...
I couldn't get past page 47... Thanks for sharing.. Maybe I should try..
A Cool Million, as its subtitle suggests, presents "the dismantling of Lemuel Pitkin," piece by piece. As a satire of the Horatio Alger myth of success, the novel is evocative of Voltaire's Candide, which satirized the philosophical optimism of Gottfried Wilhelm Leibniz and Alexander Pope. Pitkin is a typical "schlemiel", stumbling from one situation to the next; he is robbed, cheated, unjustly arrested, frequently beaten and exploited. In a parallel plot, Betty Prail, Pitkin's love interest, is raped, abused, and sold into prostitution. Over the course of the novel, Pitkin loses an eye, his teeth, his thumb, his scalp and his leg, but nevertheless retains his optimism and gullibility to the inevitably bitter end.Pitkin's troubles, however, do not end with his death. He is exploited as a martyr by the National Revolutionary Party, a political organization led by right-wing populist Shagpoke Whipple, a failed banker and manipulative former American president. Pitkin's birthday becomes a national holiday, and American youths march down the streets singing songs in his honor. Whipple speaks out against aliens and calls for a rejection of "sophistication, Marxism and International Capitalism."[1] The novel ends with a series of roaring "hails" from the crowd.
We may be in Savannah soon.. I might be able to dig into this. Erik Larson is my favorite author.. He was one of the few that distracted me from the internet.. The Grandson is sparked with History recently.. I definitely should give it a go for him.
Erik Larson’s latest book is The Demon of Unrest: A Saga of Hubris, Heartbreak, and Heroism at the Dawn of the Civil War. It details the intense five months between Abraham Lincoln's election in November 1860 and the bombardment of Fort Sumter
I used to love the place. I haven't been back in 20 years, though I lived within a day's ride. I confined myself to Charleston, as it is still run by humans.
When you complain, ur friends roll their eyes and ur enemies rejoice
"Because I SAY I am" is a todler's tantrum, not "science"
You cannot betray me - only yourself, to me.
Who cuts off your dick is not a friend
An opinion you won't defend is not your own
Humanity's Law of the Jungle: Survival NOT of the fittest, but of the tribe
When peeing in the pool, stand on the edge
If gender is not sex, why should a gender claim change what sex you shower with?
"Because I SAY I am" is a todler's tantrum, not "science"
You cannot betray me - only yourself, to me.
Who cuts off your dick is not a friend
An opinion you won't defend is not your own
Humanity's Law of the Jungle: Survival NOT of the fittest, but of the tribe
When peeing in the pool, stand on the edge
If gender is not sex, why should a gender claim change what sex you shower with?