This book has grown; not as a sequel; but from the same roots. It embodies my decision to be more confrontational – and my beliefs of human worth, and worth of creativity and independent thought.
In some ways; this book gives graphical life to the documentary evidence set down in “Tompkins County and Tammany Hall”; but it also is more open to solution and love than a recounting of the past, even an impassioned one, can be.
To those who say; “How dare you claim that we are doing evil” – I reply: “How dare you do what you are doing; and claim otherwise.”
“All Roads Lead to Cornithaca”: another Satirical – Teaching – Thinking – Investigative – Activity – Game – Puzzle – Poem – Essay – Troublesome – Inspiring – Non-Conforming – Ranting – Embarrassing – Inexcusable – book.
If someone were to ask you to do something; if there were even the smallest chance of it injuring your child – you would say; “No, I won’t gamble with the life of my child.” But when technologies inherently risk all life on earth – you are willing to take that small chance; for a small benefit.
If words like “Extinction,” and “Apocalypse” are written too big for anything but videogames and movies: you need to step back a bit.
We now have the power to do incalculable things — and we have authorities who are eager to use that power.
Government isn’t impersonal; it’s personal. It’s a matter of life and death. . . January 15, 2022.
How do you take it? Some people will associate with “gray areas” – in which it is difficult to judge what is right and what is wrong. • [Ironically; these are same people who embrace divisive and incisive solutions – clear cut solutions that can cut principles in half, and denude the human landscape of centuries of societal growth.] • Or maybe it’s the gray steps of a treadmill – the gray corridors of our Kafkaesque-Soviet bureaucracy – the gray of hopelessness that crowds our streets — because many people are preparing for a winter that will outlast all preparations – “Not with a bang but a whimper.” • Maybe it’s the gray of a fog: that hides an unimaginable future. Maybe.