Y’know how some movies are annoying because they’re so actory? By “actory” I mean that they seem to have been made only to give actors an opportunity to show off for each other, with no consideration for any wider audience.
Some of you, naturally, will someday want to try your hand at writing fiction. If you do, please to try not to be too “writery.” Like you might be imagining some reader shaking his head in awe and admiration and muttering, “Wow, this guy’s better than Hemingway!”
What makes prose too writery? Well, tell me what’s wrong with this picture:
My [bleep] personal life was like a goose without a gee, a slapstick tragedy. The hairs on my legs stood up and laughed at me. I live face-down in that ignored Gomorrah that calls itself Fashoda, New Jersey, along with all the rest of the acrophobic midgets and the songs that voices never share…
Imagine half a dozen pages of this, and you’ll get the picture.
For almost every purpose imaginable in literature, plain English will suffice. If you’re William Shakespeare, of course you can go beyond that. Way beyond it! If you’re Ross Macdonald you can tiptoe right up to the edge without falling off. But most of us are better off just saying what you mean.
I say it’s an achievement when the reader of your book loses the awareness of reading a book. Something to shoot for, eh? Or, to paraphrase Sun Tzu, “The supreme art of writing is to write without writing.”
Far Left Crazy means to wipe out Christian America, and won’t let up until it does. The culture war is still on, it’s deadly serious, and Christian America has to win or Christian America dies. It’s that simply.
And never mind being “winsome”!
The time for that is after we’ve won a total victory and the Democrat Party has been forever consigned to the landfill of history.
Solon never stopped speaking the truth–and it worked!
This week I’ve been getting more than the usual number of doom-and-gloom messages from readers. “We’re cooked, we’re finished, bad guys win–game over, man!”
Meanwhile, I am sometimes told that my outlook is not exactly peachy.
In Revelation, the devil, the Beast, the False Prophet, and all their gang, get thrown into the lake of fire and that’s the end of them. They don’t get to come back, ever. This is what God has told us. This is what we must believe.
Only thing is, we don’t know His timetable. The coming of the Lord may be another thousand years from now. Meanwhile, it’s a rough ride (and He warned us that it would be).
If God’s grace be with me, and for as long as He gives me strength, I’ll fight: never to surrender to the social and political fads, the wicked nonsense of this world, which is handed up from Hell to its servants on the earth–from spiritual wickedness in high places. I will not be browbeaten into saying yeah, sure, I’m all for the whole sexual anarchy bit, transgender included. I will not support abortion. I will not say things are true when I know them to be false, because some tyrant threatens me.
Those of us who are “old” have an advantage.
When Solon the lawgiver was an old man, the Athenians threw out the wise and just laws he’d given them and fell under the hand of a tyrant, Pisistratus. Everyone became very small and quiet–everyone but Solon, who never passed up an opportunity to criticize Pisistratus and his policies. His friends were horrified: they knew what happens to people who diss tyrants. “Solon,” they wondered, “what gives you the courage to stand up to the tyrant?” And he answered, “My old age.”
The rest of the story: as tyrants go, Pisistratus was pretty much top-of-the-line. He came to admire Solon, began to listen to him, and wound up canceling or amending many of his worst public actions because Solon had made him see how wrong they were. Who knows what might have happened, had Solon lived longer?
The rest of the rest of the story: Pisistratus’ successors were made of shabbier stuff than he, and finally had to be assassinated. Should’ve listened to Solon.
So we ought to speak the truth, even if it feels like we’re only shouting into the wind. We cannot know who’ll hear us. We often can’t know how God will use us. He has placed us as watchmen on the walls. As He told Ezekiel, He will hold us responsible for sounding the alarm; but He will not hold us responsible for whoever chooses not to hear it.
Sun Tzu said a general or a ruler who refuses to use secret agents is inhuman. All right–in the minefield of international relations, war, and politics, you need inside information so you can make the right decisions.
But I’m also thinking of a quote by George Washington: “Observe good faith and justice toward all nations.”
What with our Central Intelligence Agency and other intel agencies scrambling to try to undermine our president, they seem to have been too busy to see to their own security. So now Wikileaks is about to unload more than 8,700 confidential U.S. intelligence documents–which show, among other things, that the CIA actively meddled in the 2012 national elections in France ( https://wikileaks.org/ciav7p1/ ). Was that good faith and justice toward France?
The documents also reveal the CIA’s “covert hacking program,” directed at many targets. You name it, they’ve hacked it.
Two troubling questions arise.
First, is our national intelligence apparatus secure? Doesn’t look it. And that could certainly wind up threatening our national security.
But second, do we now have a CIA that does whatever it freakin’ well pleases, with no accountability to the nation it’s supposed to serve? I don’t know which is worse: an intelligence agency that can’t keep its secrets, or a rogue intelligence agency that pursues its own agenda.
The president and Congress, both of them, have got to see to this. It isn’t safe, and it isn’t right.