Thomas Wictor

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Movies and television are entertainment, not manuals

My favorite art form is film. Movies. When I watch movies, I get lost in them. And yet I’ve never once thought that a film or TV character was someone to emulate. Unfortunately much—most?—of the world behaves as though it’s starring in a blockbuster film. Political movies I hate politics. My involvement in politics began…

 

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Identity politics will completely destroy us

Americans have no idea how bad things can get, but they’re determined to find out. I was born in Venezuela, and I lived in the Netherlands, Norway, Britain, and Japan. We’re adopting everything dysfunctional from those cultures. The worst is identity politics. I’m neither conservative nor liberal. In this election cycle I support Donald Trump,…

 

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The downside of figuring things out

All my life, I wanted to know “Why?” It’s the reason I was never able to be religious or to join any group. Usually I was told, “Because I say so,” or “Because that’s the way it is,” or “You ask too many questions.” I could never give up my hard-earned understanding of how things…

 

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Don’t feel sorry for them

Social media is a place for people to unwittingly expose much more of themselves than they intended. If someone is stupid enough to use their real name and business as they tweet out their rabid Jew-hate, I see no reason to protect them from themselves. One such implacable monomaniac is Joanne Stowell, a photographer in…

 

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Our current status: Rotten farce

[I]t really seems as though old Hegel, in the guise of the World Spirit, were directing history from the grave and, with the greatest conscientiousness, causing everything to be re-enacted twice over, once as grand tragedy and the second time as rotten farce[.] —Friedrich Engels, 1851 Engels was the co-inventor of Marxism. Georg Wilhelm Friedrich…

 

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How social media benefits us

I have my problems with social media. A lot of completely insane people contact me and either make threats or waste my time. Today a man gave me a tremendous gift. He allowed me to see a face I’ve wondered about for forty years. I can’t begin to thank this man. When I was ten…

 

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Remembering a protector

Currently I’m doing research for my next novel, constructing a life that never was. Or may have been. Who knows? Part of the novel I’m going to write takes place in Tyler, Texas, where I lived from 1972 to 1975. Even so, everything in the book is false. I made it all up. It’s just…

 

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