Season Shift

Pelting. That's the word for this morning's rain. Naturally, my umbrella is in the car, and the garbage to go out to the highway isn't bagged up yet. Only five nights ago this little ash tree in Cedar was at its fall color peak.

While I wait to receive my next book order containing THE SHOCK DOCTRINE: THE RISE OF DISASTER CAPITALISM, I've begun reading CONFESSIONS OF AN ECONOMIC HIT MAN, by John Perkins, a book I've had on my (unwritten) to-read list for quite a while. Eerie night-time reading. The goals of the EHMs are not a surprise. Nor is their success. What I had never thought of before (and the blood-curdling part) is the method. Blend in, look safe, be a friend, offer to help. Betrayal, in a word, is the means to the end. More on this to come....