July 22nd, 2006

manning: uberbitch

"How To Alienate Your Constituents and Create Angry Fanatics," by the British Government.

Today is the first anniversary of the death of Jean-Charles de Menezes, the 27-year-old Brazilian electrician who was mistakenly identified as a suicide bomber and shot in the head by a member of the Metropolitan Police force.

My thoughts on the killing last year.

The Met CPS claims they lack sufficient evidence to bring charges against individuals. In my opinion, the person who pulled the trigger is responsible for the death. Those who created the policy, those who misidentified the suspect, and those who helped to subdue him, are accessories to the killing. But, as chickenfeet2003 said, "It seems pretty clear that the government would rather save face than fire the callous, incompetent and malicious bastards responsible for a completely unnecessary killing."
mizuno: lil naughty

Microlit, or perhaps that should be micropop.

I think it's time for some fresh microlit summaries based on my recent reading.

Tim Powers: On Stranger Tides, The Drawing of the Dark, The Anubis Gates

Protagonist: Hello. I'm a battle-scarred, middle-aged bachelor, and I'm going to save the world in a painstakingly researched setting using a combination of luck, wit and magic.
Antagonists: Okay, but first we get to beat the crap out of you, kill your friends and steal your women.
Protagonist: Well, shit. All right.


George Alec Effinger: When Gravity Fails
Marid Audran: I'm a low-life street thug in an unnamed, breathtakingly illustrated North African locale. But at least I have my freedom.
Friedlander Bey: Marid, your friends are all getting killed in nasty ways. I own this town. You're going to find out who's doing this and stop them. In return, I'll make you rich. Also, I'm going to take away your freedom.
Marid Audran: Dammit.


George Alec Effinger: A Fire in the Sun
Marid Audran: I solved the murders and I'm rich. I also lost my freedom. But at least I have my friends.
Marid Audran's friends: Piss off, sellout.
Friedlander Bey: All that remains is for me to make you into a properly devout Muslim.
Marid Audran: DAMMIT!


Nick Hornby, A Long Way Down
Four protagonists: Life sucks. Think I'll jump off this building. Wait, why are you here?
Desperate man: *jumps*
Four protagonists: On the other hand, anyone fancy a cup of tea?


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