Thomas Wictor

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Explanation is in order. Here you go

Tonight’s post is an explanation of what and why. I’ve been struggling with this decision for two years. It was eating me alive. I’ve been unable to answer e-mails or get my life back in order. It was a kind of agonizing paralysis. Explanation of what After my father Edward died on February 23, 2013,…

 

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Migraine means a recycled post. Sorry!

Terrible migraine all day. I can’t think, so I’m going to post something from September 22, 2013. I wrote it before the 2014 Gaza war, which was when the death threats became a daily thing. Wouldn’t it be funny if it weren’t a migraine but actually a cerebral hemorrhage? I’ll know in the morning. Detox…

 

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Xenophobia or realism? I know what I think

All hell is breaking loose in Europe. Initially, the charge of xenophobia was hurled at those who said that Muslim migrants wouldn’t assimilate into the mainstream cultures. Then many of the migrants began proving that they were indeed not interested in assimilating. 01/02/2016 – STOCKHOLM, Sweden – Junior rapist escaped detention A 16 year old…

 

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CeeCee: A post about my mother, as requested by a reader

I’ve been asked to write about my mother, CeeCee. She was born February 28, 1928, and she died October 13, 2013. CeeCee was a mystery. She and I never got along, but it was due to a secret she carried. I discovered it after she died. It wasn’t written down anywhere; it’s just that I’m…

 

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David Bowie recreated the death of my father

One of the strangest things I’ve experienced in my life so far is the video for the David Bowie song “Lazarus.” It’s an exact duplication of my father’s death. My father Edward died of osteosarcoma—bone cancer—on February 23, 2013. Edward was a complete mystery to me. After he died, I discovered that he had every…

 

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Remembering and reevaluating the best Christmas I ever had

One of my great pleasures is to write in total freedom, not caring in the least what anybody thinks. Today I’m remembering the best Christmas I ever had: December 25, 1989. I lived in Tokyo at the time, and I was faced with a choice. I don’t regret the outcome. Regret is an emotion not…

 

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The wretchedness of defeatism

My father was the most negative person I’ve ever known. If he’d won $20 million in a lottery, he would’ve gone into several years of depression that it wasn’t $40 million. My mother said that he wasn’t always like that. Going by the conversations we had right before he died, it’s clear that he didn’t…

 

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Posting from a kneeling position

The constant pain from my recent back injury has subsided. Now I can walk again, but I can’t sit. I’m posting while kneeling in my backwards chair. Since that isn’t feasible, here’s another recycled post. Forgive me. A letter from my past I just found a letter I’d forgotten I wrote. It’s dated September 26,…

 

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In too much pain to post

I have a swivel chair that regularly throws me out of it, like it’s a bucking bronco. Two days ago it dumped me on my back, and now I’m in too much pain to think. I have to walk bent double. This has happened several times before. Only bed rest will solve it. So here’s…

 

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I hate masks

Tonight in the US is Halloween, a very metaphorical celebration for me. The light on my front porch is off, signalling to those who wear masks that I’m not approachable. I don’t reward those who conceal who they really are. Actually, my mother, Tim, and I stopped handing out candy several years ago. Teenagers without…

 

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