Too Old To Read?
Obviously a stupid question: You’re Never Too Old To Read!!! However, the wear and tear on the aging body does make even small, everyday activities difficult, let alone reading.
Despite having a stroke almost twenty years ago, my brain still seems to be functioning with only the occasional brain fart or a deep dive into memory-loss. However, my eyes required over eighteen months of intense therapy before they could focus sufficiently to read or drive or get a spoonful of mashed potatoes into the center of my open mouth. Even today I find it easier to read with one eye closed.
Also, I need several tissues on hand since both my eyes dribble salty tears even though it’s not my party.
Here it is: a much anticipated new issue of Conjunctions (No. 74) titled Grendel’s Kin: The Monsters Issue. I’m especially interested in the killer fleas from beyond Pluto. I told my dog Ricky all about them but he just looked disinterested and paused to scratch behind his ear and roll around on the floor.
Here is what the editors say about this intriguing issue:
Monsters are the ultimate Other. In them, our most heinous traits, our weirdest fantasies, our greatest primordial fears, are mirrored and transmogrified into grotesqueries of every kind. Our ancestors’ imaginative visions of terror and dread gave rise to a spectacular alternative universe of fiends, daemons, ghosts, griffins, zombies, succubi, dragons, chimeras, sea serpents, vampires, werewolves, and other monstrous progeny. Latter-day generations have been just as creative in adding marvelous creatures to the Nuclear Age pantheon—1954 alone saw the birth of Godzilla, stirred to life by the atomic bomb, not to mention the giant mutant ants of Them! No matter the era, no matter which century, be it a dark age or one of enlightenment, monsters have held a mesmerizing fascination, as well as an existential horror, for everyday mortals.
Why would you need a legal release absolving anyone Trump-Adjacent from illness or injury caused by a hoax?
Today I heard a commentator on the radio (Hal Sparks) posit that Bunker Baby has already let the horses out of the barn with his documented pronouncements, thereby making this after-the-fact release, whether signed or not, fundamentally worthless. But then the Malevolent Moron is not worried about that: following his normal procedure he will deny deny deny right up to what he expects will be a very loyal high court. It is all those affiliates, directors, officers, employees, agents, contractors, and volunteers that will ultimately take the blame and the hurt while the erstwhile King of Dumb sits on his golden throne declaring that they are all losers.
He’s gonna need a bigger bus.