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The Middle East and TYOTH
Recent events along the Israeli-Lebanese border remind me of my own personal battle with the evil publishing magnet Corchester, Button, and Finkle, and their narcissistic moron CEO, Kimberly Waitkus.
For one thing, a hostage is involved, i.e. my book, which CBF seems to think is theirs. Then there are the third graders who have gone underground to protect the few copies of TYOTH CBF wasn't able to snatch up and destroy. These kids are sort of like Hezbollah, or to be more precise, Hezbodave. They're guerillas with editable type capabilities in their scanners, and even though I don't like the way they editted my book without my permission (in the process taking out all of the wonderful descriptions of Mongolia and the Blue Hills Reservation south of Boston and leaving the book almost entirely in dialog, fantastic dialog, but just dialog), at least they are doing their best to spread the word.
In a sense then, I guess it could be said that the Israeli-Hezbollah conflict is a lot like the Prior-Corchester conflict, only in the Prior-Corchester, both the Israelis and Hezbollah are on my side, and nobody is on theirs. Just think about what could happen, what would happen if on the other side of the world people knew what Kimberly Waitkus was up to.
My Trash Can
The other day was trash day in my neighborhood. I am sure some of you reading this have trash days in your own neighborhoods and are familiar with this routine. Drag the trash out, come home from work, drag empty cans back. It's not something you have to give much thought to, unless, of course, somebody has it in for you.
When I got home from work and prepared to 'bring in the trash cans' I noticed that instead of the usual three trash cans awaiting me, there were only two. After looking around I saw that my other trash can was placed on the curb across the street, right in front of my neighbor Marty's house.
Obviously somebody was trying to instigate a fight between my neighbor and myself, thinking that when he saw me taking a trash can from in front of his house, he would accuse me of stealing and want to kick my ass. I'm no dope though, I had enough street smarts to explain to my neighbor first what had happened. When Marty found out that CBF had sent one of their henchmen (or henchwoman? I wouldn't be surprised if Waitkus herself moved the can there, seeing as how she has nothing better to do than thwart people's literary ambitions, she probably has plenty of time for extra-curricular activities of this type, however illegal they might be.), he went ballistic.
I cautioned Marty that all was well that ended well, but he was too far gone at this point. Truth be told, I think he may have been drinking, or had just started to, because he was holding a half empty bottle of FN vodka in his right hand. He was hellbent to get to the bottom of this, and summoned his wife to see if she had witnessed anybody screwing with the trash cans. I am in no way exagerating when I tell you that both of them were supremely pissed to find out that CBF people were in our neighborhood for no other reason than to spread discord.
So just try to screw around with my trashcans again, Waitkus, and see what happens.