So if you're going to inhale these in succession.. note that Euro is lengthy and.. see if you notice some similarities in the authors'
... call it 'framing style'? [some of these neologisms tend to suck, when they become memes.]

But not these two, I wot. Secondly: I had the thought that Vonnegut (Slagthof Funf, of course) might have caused both to go.. Hmmmm.
(Am ~ 4/5 through Euro, had read RPlenty some weeks earlier. The time-shifts are no longer jarring and I see the effectiveness of this method: if.. the author be a bloody-Good. Writer.)

(Remind me to re-tell my Dachau story if you missed it way-back..)


Cheers,

A.


Re other post--Yes, of course the 'Counter-punk' article is facile; Muricans Are the spoiled-Brats of the world, lazy mentally, able to duel-with-slogans
as-if that were 'thinking', etc. 'Consumption' used to mean ~ TB, but in any event, being labelled a Consumer has always seemed to connote:
a mouth so-open there's no keeping anything In (or Out) of it. Brains similarly.
ie no expectations that any Politico/schoolmarm can get children of adult-ages to eat their spinach and quit obsessing about infinite-Stuff?
As Geo. Carlin so aptly covered in his Stuff-skit for All Time.

I doubt there's Time now for an entire nation to Grow Up--given the massive list of utterly-essential tasks, hardly getting a mention in the zeitgeist.
This species just longs for seppuku. Still :-/

(So I rescue cats.. seems that the under-water McMansion owners, a portion of these: will leave pets locked inside/no food, water nor care provisions at all.
Sometimes these get lucky when a passer-by hears the sounds of hunger/distress. I won't even go to imagining the others' deaths via homo-sap premeditated cruelty.
Screw this species; it makes entirely too many Mengeles, Cheney Shogunates and Koch brothers.
(Nutshell version.)

Welcome Back.. to this IQ-vetted oasis amidst the plethora of dross.. We may not be genius-grade, but at least nobody drools: the humidity stays below 60% [??]
(And Do let me know if you're to be in the Area--next time!)

Don't 'count' actually: that is, if you look at National Numbers (all related to that 'how a Nation treats its animals' Thing..) you'd just see shoveling endless shit against incoming tides.

Only number I ever see is: >This 'cat'< Gets to Have a life. That is 100% Success, and as far as I dare use numbers.
Anyway: 2 In/Out-door cats + 2 long-term ferals here/just now. Mostly.. incoming-$$ get apportioned to the Real-troops:
TNR-ing (trap, neuter, release) and finding homes for the de-flea-d, cleaned up rescuees.
Sometimes people have to be Up and about at darkness hours, especially to trap ill/weak/scared outliers who WIll Die shortly [normally.]

Know any excessively-wealthy types who have actually developed a real-Life?
There are sooo Many who possess obscene wealthandwantMoreandMore--some must by-now be human?
Brighthaven a local place: takes-in the 'terminally-ill', aged == unadoptable animals, extracting $$ for LIfetime service:
from those who can afford/then gratis for as many as they can also accommodate (to the same standards of superb-care.)

They are in peril--for the usual reasons in a brain-dead Vulture-capitalist milieu--so, a few $100K could stake them to a n more years survival.. know any contributors, offfhand?
(They'll get a %large of my creekside-Villa in increasingly-Gentrified KWood, when i t's time for me to get outta this chicken-outfit.)
Alas, though: I still Here, well, today thus-far.. so it 's difficult to make predictions--especially about the Futchah.

Carrion.


There are many Awww stories; I try not to spread them willy-nilly, but since you Asked:
Two tiny females arrived here ~ 3 yrs ago: one Irascible! but really Wishing to be comfortable enough to accept TLC; the other: shy, undiagnosed properly (thyroid problem eventually treated: Improvements..)
Named them Milli- and Micro- [as in *cough* μ]
This shy-cat, while making self scarce mostly (in-house) during day.. Lived for bed-time.
When I hit sack, she'd unfailingly climb the small-steps to bed (arthritis) and bee-line for the crook of my arm, bury head there and ... depending on my night-moves
--would be there in morning, not having stirred. (Her clear Pleasure in that simple thing: no words.)
In her final weeks, she had Gotten her TLC, as best I could provide--making more bearable the missing part, which won't ever completely disappear, natch.
We get more than we ever 'give'; there's a Reason for cliches.

MrrOWWWR.

Ed: Heh.. just noted your addendum: ... + oTyp
The Special Version, I wot (for Muricans)
The Meaning of LIff

Carrion. It's what's for lunch 10/2018