Lupine Ponderosa

As decent as I am in creating contextual issues for this project, I may be faulted and rightly so, for my lag time, and my interest in saving Mike Nichols' ambitious mythology upgrade was left to lag during my transition out of LiveJournal onto Blogger, banging my skull against the wall in the median of moving my content, yes, Blogger is better, technically, but I am not there yet, and getting there would probably involve leaving Blogger as well. Writing is difficult enough, with more rivulets for authors than there are people, and I am a cripple too big for her britches who knows she can do TNR but is fearful of the scars this would entail, much like Walter Kirn, who fails to persuade me toward any sympathetic movement as far as LDS is concerned. Why write this piece? What Mormons deny, and what columnists like Kathleen Parker shrug off, is that Joseph Smith was a home grown psychotic who lacked the savvy of our contemporary spree murderers. Kirn cops out on giving TNR readers a hard look, and I've read better in dead independent ventures, like DoubleTake; it is hard enough, writing, and the digital age threatens depth, but to follow from my archive post, last paragraph, the critics of Nichols transitional literalism are correct, the shift from werewolf metaphor to dress animism weakens Wolf, because to take the camp in horror seriously, it needs anchoring with a gritty earthbound texture, and Nichols aims for a liberating mystique in the totem of the wolf pack, during the climax, one which cannot escape the entrapments of comparison that it tries to avoid, unlike An American Werewolf in London, a film not afraid to be playful, affectionate, and provides a rush in a great transformation scene. Is Nichols wrong in the implication, that certain aspects of primal aggression are liberating (Nicholson), but vicious without noblesse oblige, as in Spader's despicable foil?

On an aggregate level, I am not sure, but like Kirn, I cannot go full steam ahead for eighteen hours daily, and need a nap before I return to pushing deadlines, and still fucking around with my rage at Linda, and our vanquished disability center generation. Some might argue that I am too full of my own self-importance, and that may be valid, but at a basic level Liberty Resources stole the last and best of my strength, illegally, in the sense that I cannot reinvent myself at this age. Am I an asshole? Should I leave them alone with their grade school mentality over skills training contradictory empowerment within compliance paradigms? If I let it go, what this network did to me, next time the next spastic may not come out of it without more substantial injury. I am no longer young, and physical discomfort is also taking its toll; I genuinely want to spare another spastic of the future such a bitter pill, and those of you who know the inside like I do, and have been disillusioned, as I have, need to join me. We have to reform this.