Never Surrender


…a doctor gave the baby a blood test, a chest X-ray, and examined her carefully. When he was finished, he gave Lee some forms to take to a service desk. Lydia and Marina waited in line with him there and heard him tell the nurse who looked over his forms that he had no money, was unemployed, drew no unemployment benefits, and was living on money borrowed from friends. Lydia, who was standing in front of Marina in the line, could hear Marina, who apparently was able to make out what Lee was saying in English, hiss, “What a liar.” The nurse gave Lee a slip of paper, requiring a small payment because of his financial condition, and told him to take it to the cashier. But Lee jammed the paper in his pocket and ducked out without paying anything at all.

During the car ride back home Lee complained that medical care in America ought to be free, as it had been in the Soviet Union, and Marina was on Lee’s case in a harsh tone, all the way home. (1)

Pursued by the hospital, Lee eventually paid the reduced bill of $2.00 which, adjusted for inflation, was less than $20 at the time. Lee had attempted to defect to the Soviet Union a few years earlier. He eventually decided to return to the United States and the Soviet authorities were fine with him leaving. They had no interest in an American of his sort. Click for the full article


To the Point, Cuban Baseball

A note from J.T. is a site I am putting together with a friend of mine, A.J. Powers. He’s also a writer, and we agree on a lot of current events issues. The site is pretty bare-bones for now, but we have begun posting commentary pieces to it anyway. It will be fleshed out over the next few weeks. After having ignored my site for so long, I decided that I will resume posting on here as well. Most of my articles on OT will also show up here with a link to the full post, if it interests readers.

People are criticizing Barack Obama for attending a baseball game while the news was unraveling about terror attacks in Brussels. There were similar criticisms of George W. Bush during his Presidency. Bush was reading a book to elementary school students when he was informed of the 9/11 terror attacks. He finished reading the book to the kids before he left to take care of business. People like Michael Moore made a big deal out of it. Click for the full article

To the Point, Trumping Truth

A lie gets halfway around the world before the truth gets its pants on.

—Winston S. Churchill

The manipulative left have been cashing in on this fact for a long time. If you can manage to define your political opponent in the eyes of voters, you have defeated him entirely. Republicans are not defining themselves and haven’t for several generations, with a few rare exceptions like Ronald Reagan. In the main, the scurrilous left defines Republicans through media, entertainment, academia, and the trickle-down peer pressure all of it creates. Click for the full article

Littledon! Chapter 10

For the introduction and chapter one, click here.

For chapter nine, click here.

Chapter 10

Sleep was long in coming for most who sought it. Longer still was the coming of the morning for those intrepid five whose vigil was long and arduous. The first hours had been tense, until the four saw that Vincent displayed no fear, so confident was he that the wolf would not made good time in approaching Littledon.

Comforted by this, the patrol became tedious. Slowly, they’d grown used to the odd appearance of the land in the night. Taking care to hold the torches high and refrain from looking directly at them, the lay of the land, by gradation, lost its mystery to their eyes. Presently the identities of the houses they passed acquired names from their daylight memory. Click for the full article

Littledon! Chapter 9

For the introduction and chapter one, click here.

For chapter eight, click here.

Chapter 9

Walking into deep night had wearied the men, who now fancied a hot cider and the society of bedcovers. Expecting the town to have been slumbering, the hunters were surprised to see Littledon aglow with torches and bonfires. The mayor had evidently organized another welcoming feast.

Dancing had not yet begun, but some food had been eaten, lest it grow cold. Portions were set aside for the ten, to be cooked upon their return, at which time the real celebration would begin.

As they neared the square, someone shouted out, “Look there! Torches!” and all of the people knew at once that they had returned, breaking into a chorus of cheering and applause. Click for the full article

Littledon! Chapter 8

For the introduction and chapter one, click here.

For chapter seven, click here.

For the first hundred paces beyond Littledon, two young boys and a barking dog raced up and down the cluster of men as they strode along. Then, the men shooed the boys back to town, and the dog ran after them.

And then, the stillness of the countryside was in deep contrast to the noisy blessing the town had given them upon leaving. All that met their ears was the squelch of mud under boot and the soft racket of weapons and gear rattling upon leather vests and strong legs. This silence gave each man his chance to begin to wonder about whether this mission would have near as much ease as the last in taking down so tough a wolf as Vincent had sworn to. Click for the full article

Littledon! Chapter 7

For the introduction and chapter one, click here.

For chapter six, click here.

Chapter 7

Having had a great many lessons since previously performing this task, Vincent Conn made his announcement of having spotted another wolf from the square, and allowed that word of mouth should do the rest of the task that his swift feet had done before.

“Another wolf!” cried a woman in terror, as people crowded into the square.

Three full months had elapsed since the hunt, and it had seemed ever more unlikely that any predators on the prowl had passed away without practicing their merciless art on any more flocks. Tranquility had been assumed once again, just as people liked it, even if they also liked to gossip about the wolves that might have been. Click for the full article

Littledon! Chapter 6

For the introduction and chapter one, click here.

For chapter five, click here.

Chapter 6

Littledon soon settled sleepily back into its customary peace. Which is not therefore to say that the wolf and the hunt were forgotten. Only that business was gone about, and so too the courtships of the youthful, as were the squabbles of the youthfully married.

Mr. Mackenzie put a fine performance of taxidermy into the wolf, which he mounted to a broad pedestal. The pose which he’d given it for all eternity was quite the most ferocious image the town had ever beheld. It stood upon three of its legs, with the fourth lifted into the air, a front paw, on the side in which it had received the arrows. And the whole creature was turning, baring teeth, as if to add further challenge, as though Mr. Lawson’s pair of arrows had not brought it down. Click for the full article

Littledon! Chapter 5

For the introduction and chapter one, click here.

For chapter four, click here.

Chapter 5

Word spread through town as would have a tidal wave, were the oceans anything but a story of distant and unimaginable waters. On this occasion, the announcements were made more clearly, and as Littledonians were all aware of the trial undertaken, the hearing of distant celebration rendered certainty that the mission was a success.

Every minute passing brought more eyes to widen when vision settled over the travois now set up against the porch of the inn before the town square. Congratulations thick as a bale of wool were wreathed upon every man. No amount of it was enough to satiate the crowd, and after all, those who had not gone felt it their duty to lay upon the praise for those who had attended in their stead. Click for the full article

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