September 13, 2017

That Little Sob in the Spine

Since my youth -- I was 19 when I left Russia -- my political creed has remained as bleak and changeless as an old gray rock. It is classical to the point of triteness. Freedom of speech, freedom of thought, freedom of art. The social or economic structure of the ideal state is of little concern to me. My desires are modest. Portraits of the head of the government should not exceed a postage stamp in size. No torture and no executions.
Posted by Dennis at September 13, 2017 7:00 AM

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