Can’t we please have a refuge from TV where we can get a hot drink and not, as someone put it, obnubilate our wits? The bar us for the times when we want to do the latter, and the TV usually helps with that.
Well, Mr. Danziger had something like a front-row seat for the effects of some of Kissinger’s policies. A lot of others didn’t have that particular experience.
She’s ready to flee — does that count?
Flying MuskAir (soon to be renamed as XAir)?
…and after you produce the password, they offer to text a code to your phone.
Alas, I don’t think that we’ve gotten any smarter in the last sixty or so years.
It has occurred to me that as a rule, humans are brown. It ranges from a very few really coal-black folks through dark brown to various tints of light brown. The pinkish-white folks are outliers. Not long ago, some pinkish-white folks told themselves — and everyone else — that the light color was a accompanied by divine favor. I don’t think that was so — they just had better weaponry at the moment than most darker folks did. (I mean, look at yourself: if you’re old like me, you might best be described as brown-spotted yellowy pink.)
Well, OK, go to your bookseller or Amazon and look up “Guards! Guards!” — it’s your ordinary police procedural, with dragons. (But it might be time to reacquaint yourself with a public library.)
Best to start at your local public library.
Do see any of Terry Pratchett’s Discworld books in which the redoubtable C.M.O.T. Dibbler appears; his wares are described in similar terms. You may start, perhaps, with “The Truth”, though that is late in the Discworld canon.