Veteran’s Day, and some recommended reading

First, it is Veteran’s Day. That’s for the living veterans of all wars. I made a donation to Homes for Our Troops, who build accessible homes for wounded veterans (at no cost to the veteran).

Secondly, some recommended reading for the future. It’s depressing how accurate Sinclair Lewis got it with It Can’t Happen Here, about American fascism. The “Corpos” were the brownshirts, supporting Buzz Windrip (what a name!) a Huey Long-like blowhard businessman who might remind you of somebody else. They were an unofficial militia who hassled and beat up dissenters and the rule of law just didn’t seem to apply to them. Be wary, I can’t imagine the bully-in-chief creating a “Patriot Defense Fund” with other people’s money to keep goons out of jail for attacking his enemies.


The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood is rightfully a classic. It presents an extreme, and I expect the future to be uglier in some ways and more underhanded in others. The DOJ will likely stop investigating how universities deal with sexual assault. Contraceptive choices for non-affluent women will be limited, as insurance will be no longer required to pay. In the workplace, family planning may be decided by policy. Like Apple offering to pay to freeze your eggs–it’s for your benefit, we’ll pay for the 4-year contraceptive shot, but you have to get one if you want to be hired…


I’ve heard my fellow white men blowing off people’s fears. Of course, we have the least to lose. Friends who survived cancer and suffer with lupus, their health care is in danger, and they don’t even use the ACA (aka Obamacare). They have pre-existing conditions. The “outsider” has already dubbed the CEO of Chase to assist in deregulating banks, hired lifetime politicians like Meese, Gingrich, Guiliani, Christie, for his cabinet, suckers. Real outsiders. On the other hand, the Democrats failed big. It was the economy, stupid, to use their own words. Sure, the GOP Congress blocked every jobs bill, but would’ve been nice to see a plan to retrain workers to rebuild our crumbling infrastructure — to be hired by private companies doing it–and see them vote against that. Maybe we’ll see it yet. McConnell already poo-pooed Trump’s term limit and infrastructure initiatives, so don’t expect much good to come of this. The ACA will be gone soon. If they don’t replace it, and expect another 2009 crash soon, this time caused by medical bankruptcy and subprime auto loans.

Whew. Well, so we don’t all die of despair, here’s a great book I read recently, which lifted my spirits. Foxfire: Confessions of a Girl Gang, by Joyce Carol Oates. Set in the ’50s, it follows a rebel girl gang as they avenge attacks from sleazeballs and their descent into destruction. Yeah, I said it cheered me up. Reading Joyce Carol Oates is like getting lifted by a windstorm of words that takes you someplace entirely new. And Foxfire is one of her best.


I sign all my books this way, and I mean it.

Keep Fighting.

But take a breather between rounds.. The fight never ends.









Who Are You?

Coincidentally, after yesterday’s post they gave me and my coworkers a personality test to identify our strengths. No, they didn’t ask me about a tortoise in the desert. My strengths came out as:

Individualization – I am intrigued by the unique qualities of people and have a knack for figuring out how to make different types of people work together productively. I’ve been told I have good organizing skills but I never saw it. It has been hampered by general introversion, but I have been getting better at this.

Strategic – I am good at planning a course to meet my goals.  That was pretty obvious from yesterday’s post.

Responsibility – I finish what I started. Ditto. I own what I say I will do, and I expect the same of others. That can be a flaw, as I tend to lump people as reliable or unreliable. But it is efficient when you need to delegate or make a team to get something done.

Communication – Well yeah, I’m a writer. I love putting my thoughts into words.

Context – I enjoy thinking about the past and researching history. This shows in everything I write. I almost always focus on what brought us to the story’s present, and the events of the past that make a character behave as they do.

The test can be taken by buying Tom Rath’s book Strengths Finder 2.0, which comes with a code for an online test. The test takes 35 minutes, and was developed by Gallup. I was making fun of the book the other day, because it tells you to focus on your strengths. Which is a great thing to do if you are part of a team, but sometimes your weaknesses must be improved. For example, the author uses the example of Rudy Ruettiger to say he wasted his life training to play a few minutes of football for Notre Dame. Well yeah, when you’re a cog in a machine at a job that’s a waste of time, but there’s something to be said about chasing your dreams. It took me years of training to overcome physical awkwardness and become a decent fighter. 

We do not encourage struggle. We want the easy win, go with your strengths! You’ll never need to rely on your weaknesses, right? How does that make for a balanced human being? When you’re married, or at a job, you can delegate tasks to the person’s strengths, but sometimes you still need to do things yourself. You should concentrate on your strengths, but do not avoid struggles, especially when young. Quitting becomes a habit, as they say. Someday your strengths may not be enough. And then what will you do?


Everyday Sexism and Giant Space-Dicks

I started following @EverydaySexism on Twitter a month or so ago, and it has been an eye-opener. A morning coffee with a cockroach in it, reminding me how ill behaved some men are.(Not that women are saints. At PROTECT they’ll tell you no one knows what a predator looks like, and plenty of women use society’s view of them as natural nurturers as camouflage for predatory behavior.)

I’m also twitter friends with cosplayers, people who dress up at science fiction and comic book conventions. Some are women, and many of them get groped by let’s face it, there’s only one word, assholes who feel entitled to grab a stranger’s ass or feel the need to inform a women they’ve never met what he’d like to do with her.  And this is supposed to be taken in stride, because hey, who wouldn’t like to be called sexy, or beautiful, and isn’t that what it really means?

No, it doesn’t. It means you are there for my enjoyment, and you are less than a person.

To a lesser extent, we’ve seen more of this viewpoint in the recent SFWA debacle where two old dinosaurs waxed poetic about beautiful “lady editors,” and who looked great in a bikini, and then cried censorship when people complained. Then a writer seriously told these women to be “like Barbie,” and “maintain [their] quiet dignity as a woman should.” On what planet is that acceptable? SFWA President John Scalzi is taking the blame, but his brave martyrdom distracts us from men so entitled that they believe they are above criticism. “Lady editor” is the stupidest thing I’ve read in years. When I was a kid, women driving was rare enough that the term “lady driver” was still in use, and jokes about women driving badly were the norm. That was almost forty years ago. “Lady writer” sounds like something the idle rich do, to fritter away their time.
(Before you assume I’m commenting on hearsay, follow the links above, which will get you to the actual pages from the SFWA bulletin)

And the most common response to this vile behavior is to tell men “what if it was your sister/mother/daughter?”

How about some empathy? What if it was you?

You may not believe it, but I’ve had my ass grabbed at a convention. It was by a fellow who mistook me for what is known as a “bear.” I didn’t punch him out, as you might imagine. I was too shocked. I felt like I’d swallowed an ice cube. That initial, unbelievable invasion of my personal space and objectification was something utterly new and alien to me. I stammered some veiled threat and he waved me off and walked away.

There’s a reason the pop-culture male nightmare is to be locked in a cell with a horny guy named Bubba. Because deep down, we men know how it makes women feel. But we say “that’s how it is,” and expect them to tolerate it. 

Do I claim to  how women feel when groped, even if it’s at a Science Fiction convention? No, because that was an isolated incident for me. It has never happened again, not at bars in Chelsea, not at Burning Man as thousands of mostly naked people chanted in the desert around a techno wicker man. I don’t walk around dreading it, expecting it, waiting for it to happen because it happens so damn often.

I didn’t write this for sympathy or whatever. I can remember it, but the only effect it has on me is a desire to catch one of these assholes groping a female friend of mine, so I can find out if he can swallow his own fist.  As for “lady editors,” if science fiction writers can imagine unheard-of future civilizations, they can unshackle their brains from the ’60s when they were cocks of the walk, and start treating women as equals and not “lady writers,” who are so durn cute when they write their widdle stories and try to be like men! She thinks she’s a person, isn’t that adorable?

Really, fuck you guys. The best science fiction I’ve ever read was by women. Octavia Butler, Ursula K. LeGuin, and Alice Sheldon, who wrote under the pseudonym James Tiptree, Jr.

If you feel threatened by them enough to belittle them and tell them to get you some coffee, you can go eat a giant smelly space dick.

Misery Loves Company

A lot of adages are bullshit, but “misery loves company” proves itself true time and time again. 

After my Grams died, I decided to become a different person. I was a grumpy obese guy who played computer games and blamed the world for my problems. There are a lot of losers like that out there, who buy the media bullshit and assume as middle-class white guys, they are due riches and success from the world without much effort. When they turn out to be mediocre, and realize that success is hard work, they blame it on affirmative action, reverse racism, feminists and anyone else who after years of struggle is making some of the progress that the Loser has been denied. 

Because we mostly speak in pop culture reference these days, let me reference a favorite film, UNFORGIVEN: 

‘Deserve’ has got nothin’ to do with it.

If everyone got what they deserve, we wouldn’t need fiction. What most people forget is that what they think they deserve and what they actually deserve are usually two very different things. I don’t believe there’s a Cosmic Santa with a naughty/nice list tallying what we deserve. I don’t believe in karma as a force. But I do believe your negativity wears you down, and may as well follow you like a vengeful spirit. It informs your actions in secret. If you’re angry, envious or resentful enough you will sabotage everything you do, because deep down you know you don’t deserve to succeed. And you project this self-loathing on the world, as paranoia. 

You did this to me. Why did you let this happen. Why didn’t anyone tell me.

One of the best lines in fiction is from Cormac McCarthy’s No Country from Old Men:

I ain’t got all that many regrets. I could imagine lots of things that you might think would make a man happier. I think by the time you’re grown you’re as happy as you’re goin to be. You’ll have good times and bad times, but in the end you’ll be about as happy as you was before. Or as unhappy. I’ve knowed people that just never did get the hang of it.

Some people never get the hang of it. Misery becomes a comfortable safe haven that shields them from trying, because trying means failure. But you don’t succeed without building up a callus fro failure. It’s easier to blame the world, to quit at the first sign of adversity, to find similarly bitter men who will share your opinions and never make anything of themselves, because we were supposed to wake up kings of the world. It wasn’t supposed to be work

Success is what you define it as. I don’t think I will ever consider myself a success, because that way lies complacency. But I have got the hang of being happy, and I don’t allow the miserable to pull me down anymore. I help people when I can. I learned from reading the Bhagavad-Gita in Mr. O’Dell’s class that there are no selfless acts, so I don’t get hung up on why I help others. I do it because I can and because it feels good to see someone else succeed, even if they surpass me. 

And I will confess, when I first started writing, boosting others made me worry. What if I don’t succeed? I wasted energy helping someone else that could have gone to me! Now, frankly I just don’t give a shit. I feel blessed that people like reading what I write. That is success, to me. If I compared myself to Stephen King, or Harlan Ellison, or Glen Cook, writers I admire who are at differing levels of success, I’d be miserable. But here’s the thing, I haven’t put in the work that those writers have yet. And I know when I do, I will achieve some level of success- I have already, because you read what I write. 

And that’s all I ever wanted, was to put the wild stories in my head to paper and have a stranger enjoy it. And that’s already happened. Thank you, readers. After that, what else is there? Money? I have everything I want. (Except a ’71 Plum Crazy Challenger R/T, but you need to stay hungry).

There will always be miserable people whining about what they deserve and who has what they don’t deserve, and who’s gonna get what they deserve. They lack perspective. They don’t realize that we don’t get to decide what we deserve. If there is a form of karma at work in the world, it’s that minding your business and not concerning yourself with what others’ “deserve” frees you to fight for what you think you deserve.

But that takes way too long to say. Let’s just say “Misery loves company.”

Promotion ad Nauseam

Self-promotion is my least favorite aspect of writing, and I know I am not alone. I’ve done it wrong before, but I am trying to get better. I have read articles on dos and don’ts and secrets and no-nos, and coupled with my Internet Dinosaur badge (1988… that makes me a young dinosaur) let me suggest the following:

If it feels wrong, don’t do it.


If you automate twitter posts to recur so many hours, I am not going to follow you or follow you back. Because I want to follow people, not town criers or newsfeeds. If all you post is essentially an RSS feed, I will instead follow your blog using my RSS reader. There is no magic number, but I try not to post a link to Protectors more than once a day, usually less often. In the past, I was not as polite, but I learned my lesson. There are twitter tools to find when the most of your followers are active. Share it then. Automate it, even. It’s once a day, who cares? As long as you communicate like a human, it won’t be obvious that you’re like a classic rock station playing “Layla” at precisely 4:32 every day.

A wiser writer than myself said that most people who follow you already buy your books and read your stories. Make them aware of new ones for a brief time, in small doses.

Do NOT send direct messages, especially canned sales pitches like “check out my webpage” or “thanks fr the follow my new book comes out next week RT plz” … this is SPAM. No one likes it. Plenty of people block folks who do this. I unfollow, even writers who I want to follow. Because I know what’s coming next, the spew of self-promotion. Do not feel compelled to follow people back. Are they interesting? Do they simply RT stuff? Listen, this isn’t a circle jerk. If you follow me just to get a follow back, please unfollow me now.


Facebook is less onerous, because if you talk politics or update your wordcount every few hours, I can unclick “Show in News Feed” and mute you. I know writing feels like hard work, but we really need to stop acting like punching in another 2000 words is worthy of discussion. Writers write. Do you write? Great, you’re a writer. We don’t need reaffirmation of this. If you need a daily affirmation- Lawrence Block stresses their importance- read his fantastic guide Telling Lies for Fun and Profit, or the excellent Break Writer’s Block Now! by Jerrold Mundis. Both will teach you how to write in an organized manner, which won’t make a few pages seem delivering a breech birth.

Only make an author page if you also are not friending everyone in sight. Pages are good for keeping personal and professional life separate. There is no point (other than ego-stroking) to invite friends to Like your author page. Friends who like your pages get to see your posts repeated 3-5 times, and again when you share them with Groups. It gets overwhelming and annoying. Also, don’t make a page for every book you write. That’s just silly, it dilutes your fan base. I made this mistake, by making an author page. If we’re friends, please feel free to unlike this page. I have a separate page for the Protect anthologies- this allows people to be alerted of a new charity anthology without having to “be friends” and share personal info with me. That is the only reason for a page on Facebook if you have fewer than 5000 friends (the max).

Mailing Lists

Mailing lists are great. But you know what? E-mailing your entire contact list, or a hidden list of writers and friends is NOT A MAILING LIST, IT IS SPAM. It’s passive-aggressive as hell, because to ask to be removed, the recipient has to tell you they don’t want to hear about your latest story/interview/baby/book/puppy fart video. You want to be a pro, act like one. Use a mailing list service. Mailchimp is one the pros love. It forces you to follow all the anti-spam laws and readers can subscribe and unsubscribe with a click. It is also free. You have no excuse. It asks for your address, so get a P.O. Box. Take some advice from pro Briane Keene’s “Writing Full Time” speech and get a P.O. Box anyway. You will want the privacy it affords you.


Blog every day! Actually, don’t. I did for years. I’d sit around thinking of what to blog. I reviewed every movie I saw. It was boring for me and for readers. Blog when you have something to say. A few times per week. Daily if you aren’t rehashing stuff you’ve said a thousand times before. I blog about a new band, a movie, a dining experience, books, and I try to interview someone at least once every two weeks. The interviews take the most time, I come up with the questions on lunch break, and I edit them and make them look pretty on another lunch break. Blogging is writing- it will sap your creative energies- but it can also inspire you and kickstart you into writing on days when the fingers just want to scratch your ass instead. (NOTICE: all employees must wash hands before writing)

Goodreads Contests

I haven’t done one of those yet, but people sure love them. I don’t see a downside unless you spam about them. Don’t auto-DM people about this or your Kickstarter. They will see it in your feed when you post about it incessantly.

Well That’s Just Like Your Opinion, Man

Yes, it is. These are my opinions. Some people are better at ignoring bad Internet etiquette. And some people go on rampages to destroy people with bad ‘net manners. You don’t want them on your back. The more popular you get, the bigger chance you’ll piss one of them off.

Writers Who Do It Right™

Here are a few writers, both new and established, who in my opinion do it right: Lawrence Block, Andrew Vachss, Christa Faust, John Scalzi, Stephen Blackmoore, Karina Cooper, Christopher Moore, Roxane Gay, Ray Garton, Dan O’Shea, Mat Johnson, Charles Stross, David Brin. I have conversed with all of these writers. They don’t answer every tweet or FB comment, but they interact with writers and fans alike. They do not use their fan base as “minions” or ask questions that could be answered with a Google search. They do not spam you about their new releases, but they make you aware of them. They treat people with respect and thus get it in return. They do not circle-jerk and promote you for promoting them, or reek of desperation.

We all get excited about our work and yes, the best way to get the word out is on the Internet, but let’s do it right and not give writers a bad name. We don’t want to be lumped with Real Estate Agents at parties, do we? Are you looking to buy a house? I can get you a great deal on a mortgage *BLOCK*

Salami out.

A Steady Diet of Bullshit

Theodore Sturgeon, a fine writer, once said that 90% of everything is crap. And if you view things objectively, you begin to wonder if Ted underestimated. When applied to advertising, the figure rises to 110%.

Anyone who says we do not need government regulation of business is not a student of history. Ever watch an old-timey Western where the snake oil salesman comes to town, selling liniments and tinctures that cure everything, but just alcohol and a few drops of whatever crap he can find?

Well, that may as well be the ingredients of most fitness performance enhancers, when you put them to the test of scientific methods.  “They have created a disease called dehydration, and made these expensive and high calorie drinks to cure it.” Drink tap water. It cures dehydration. And it is nearly free, if you can find a damn water fountain.

Those Skecher’s sneakers that were supposed to burn fat? Bullshit. All they did was make you wobble and break your ankles. How many times have you bought something shoddily made, and it was easier to throw it away than to get your money back? That’s bullshit, too. Caveat emptor: Let the buyer beware. The term “sincere” comes from sin cera, the words for “no wax” in Latin. Roman potters would seal cracks with wax, and then you’d put hot water in it and burn your testiculi.

When I was a kid, I remember the outrage when Gerber’s “Apple Juice for Babies” turned out to be colored sugar water. All the horrible poisonings we fear from unregulated Chinese products, like the salmonella killing our pets, happened here too (Okay, maybe not the lead in baby formula, but close enough.)

Remember the salmonella in the peanut butter? We have very short memories when it comes to corporate malfeasance. New Jersey is one gigantic superfund site thanks to all the unregulated corporations dumping everything from automotive paint which poisoned the Ramapo mountains, to Radium for glow-in-the-dark wristwatches. But that’s just polluters. It’s the outright bullshit people use to sell products and then pay off the lawyers in a settlement that ticks me off. How about they refund you 120% of each and every product sold?

Now, scamming is an American institution. We love a grifter. Remember those “How to Stretch a Dollar!” ads in the ’70s, in the classifieds? For 50 cents and a stamp we’ll help you stre-e-e-tch your money! Tape two quarters to an index card and send it, and you’d get a gag rubber dollar bill in return. A harmless prank. But now we see it in everything from exercise shoes to pharmaceuticals, where they fudge the results to scam people for billions and often kill them in the bargain.

From planned obsolescence to the current crop of Wall Street investment managers who are nothing less than grifters playing the long con when they sell you an investment guaranteed to make them a profit and you loss, we are constantly fed a steady diet of bullshit.

And the worst part is? We like it.


Demand Respect (Writing Horror Story)

Before we begin, no matter how long you’ve been writing, hie thee to these two excellent resources for vetting publishers, editors, agents and other professionals:
Writer Beware
The Absolute Write Water Cooler

I came across this horror story on Facebook, shared by F. Paul Wilson.

The short version:
Writer submits to an anthology, signs contract, never receives her comp copy; a friend mails her a copy at considerable expense, and she finds her title has been changed with a typographical error to “She Make’s Me Smile,” and a superfluous scene of animal abuse, a suggestion of rape, and other edits have been made without her approval. She writes to the editor, saying in polite terms, “What the hell?”

Her questions, paraphrased (If this was me, it would make Chuck Wendig’s colorful vulgarian exclamations seem tepid):

1- Why there was a mistake in the title
2- Why my bio was shortened? There were much longer ones (like his own) so it wasn’t for space issues.
3- Why the story was changed?

The publisher’s response:

lets see.on the contract, it clearly says publisher has the right to EDIT work. you signed it. are you saying you are a dishonest and immoral person and will now try to deny you signed the contract? well i have a copy right hereand as for the story. the editor had a hard time with it, it was very rough and he did alot to make it readable. despite what you think, your writing has a long way to go before its worthy of being printed professionally.we did what we had to do to make the story printable. you should be thankful, not complaining. ah, the ungrateful writer, gotta love it

Now, writers can be a touchy lot. We are very eager to see our work in print. Not everyone responds to edits in a professional manner, but you do NOT make edits without approval unless they are correcting typographical errors, streamlining usage to the publisher’s stylebook, or other minor changes. And you do not write your own paragraph to insert into someone’s story and call it an edit. It is not an edit, it is a collaboration. Or in this case, a defacement.

This is the added paragraph. If you read Ms. DeGeit’s post, you will notice that she intentionally made her character gender neutral; the editor made him male, and sexually aroused by an animal getting beaten. This isn’t a “this line is awkward, can you reword this?” or a “Can you give us a little background as to why this character beats his dog?” It’s “I’ve decided your character is male, and to give him this backstory.”

“Something strange happened then. I recalled a moment when I was a boy. I was playing in my backyard when the dog in my neighbor’s yard escaped through an open gate. My neighbor, an elderly man who lived alone and spoke in a thick accent (I later discovered that is was German), managed to corral the dog back into his yard. I watched, fascinated as the man ripped his long black belt from the loops at his waist and brought it down with a hellish fury upon the dog’s back. The dog slunk down and rested it’s head upon its paws, resigned to its fate. Why didn’t it fight back? Why didn’t it bite the hand of the master?
With the only friend I ever truly had writhing between my legs, I became aroused.”

Ugh. For one, this is just awful writing, and awful characterization. If you want someone to be erotically aroused by animal abuse, it does not happen from seeing your neighbor do it once. May I recommend this fine article, if you want to incorporate this sort of life-changing event in a disturbed character’s life: Frenzy, at Alice Miller’s site.) But it doesn’t matter if it was brilliant; this is not Mrs. DeGeit’s work. This isn’t an edit, it is an insertion, without approval. The lack of professionalism in his response is galling. Pluck smash!!

Now, I’ve had edits I don’t like. I had one editor cut the first five paragraphs of a story. It was one of my first publications, of a very profane and silly story about four metalhead stoners who become the horsemen of the apocalypse. I hastily signed the contract, didn’t see the attachment, and missed the edits. And I did complain upon publication, and the editor pointed me to the previous email, and he was right. I didn’t complain publicly, because they did not rewrite my work, they trimmed it. I promoted the story to my readers without grumpiness, and I submitted the “unexpurgated” version to another zine, which accepted it without edits, and even had their artist make a nifty illustration:
Not with a Bang, but a Squeaker, at Schlock Magazine.

No matter how excited you are to be published, remember:
Yog’s Law: Money Flows TOWARD the Writer.
There is no publishing without the writer. The writer must whip themselves into shape, and the writer’s every word is not always honey, and the writer does need to learn to edit- but have some self-respect. Mandy DeGeit is perfectly in her rights in this, minus the fact that the contract was vague and she assumed she was dealing with professionals. Don’t let publishers treat you like shit. Like accepting bad treatment in any relationship, it becomes a habit.

And this is not to excoriate editors. I know plenty, and I appreciate their hard work. It is no picnic.
I am an editor, for the Lost Children anthologies. I respect the writer’s work. I’ve corrected authors with a dozen excellent novels under their belts, writers I idolize. We all make typos and mistakes.
And I’ve had to ask for rewrites from fine writers who I consider friends. You need to be tough, to respect the reader as well as the work. But I didn’t write a damn word of the rewrites. I made suggestions, and one writer went so far as to change the ending in a way that really made the story stronger than I imagined it could ever be. I don’t consider myself a great editor. I get gut feelings with a story, that I visualize as “holes” in the world it creates inside my head. I try to explain how to fill that hole. I don’t get the can of spackle and fix it myself.

So, vet who you submit to. READ the magazines you submit to. For one, this saves time on rejections because your story isn’t a good fit. Secondly, you see the level of professionalism. Do they accept just anything? Does it look more like your little cousin’s Facebook status than a well-edited publication? Do the same writers keep showing up, issue after issue, a circle jerk of buddies who might deign to let you into their club if you kiss enough pimply ass? This is beyond the ripoff artists who charge “reading fees,” who mention payment but never pay, who accept your work and sit on it without a contract, and so on. The one editor who taught me the most about being a pro is Alec Cizak, formerly of All Due Respect, now editing Pulp Modern. He had serious edits for a story, but went about it professionally. He mailed two copies of a contract. He published on time, he sent payment promptly, and he made my story look damn good.

He’s an ideal publisher; there are plenty more. Your work deserves that kind of treatment. If you don’t believe that, than why are you sending it out? If it’s not good enough to deserve respect, rewrite the damn thing or throw it out.

~ the Plucker

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