Away Down the Hill, Chapter Two

When I turned thirteen my aunt came to see me.  I was in the kitchen, chopping carrots, and Sister Mary told me someone was here to visit me. I rinsed my hands and went back into the courtyard. “My! What a nice looking girl you are! You have plumped out, haven’t you! You were always just as skinny as could be.  So today you are thirteen years old! How does it feel?” I had forgotten the day of my birth; the nuns cared nothing for dates and numbers. “It feels fine, aunt. How are you doing?” “Me? Oh, just the…

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Ideas: The Content of Cognition and the Flames of a Revolution

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Ideas are formally known as “the content of cognition” or the main thing of which you are thinking. That may be the dictionary (or technically the Wikipedia) definition, but for many of us, ideas are much more than that. Ideas were a common theme in Ron Paul’s presidential campaign. From the Rally for the Republic he said, “Ideas spread, they cannot stop them. Ideas whose time has come cannot be stopped by any government or any army.” I think an important difference between Ron Paul’s campaign, and the campaigns of other candidates, especially Obama’s, is that Ron Paul wasn’t trying…

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Away Down the Hill, Chapter One

My name is Adele.  But the other sisters call me Catherine. So I do not know who I am. My mother was French.  My father was German. My father’s family was angry because he married a foolish French woman. After my parents died I was given to a nunnery, and have lived there ever since. I remember the day, when I was four years old. My aunt Matilda pulled me impatiently through the streets and stopped at the nunnery door. She crossly straightened my little brown dress and tied the old shoes that were too big for me, and then…

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To Die is Gain…?

This was first published in the fall of 2009 at Northern Illinois Liberty This has been my first Veterans Day as an outspoken and staunch non-interventionist. I would conclude that this is not our favorite holiday. Non-interventionists are just not popular on Veterans Day, for obvious reasons.  We are different, we stick out, we look just a bit crazy, maybe a little selfish, unpatriotic, oh well, I won’t go on.  So what exactly is it about us? Why are we so dogmatic, and almost Scrooge-ish about Veterans Day? I could say a lot to answer that, but I won’t. I…

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Away Down the Hill

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A Short Story by Savannah Liston Excerpts published below, the whole will be published in serial throughout the next few weeks. My name is Adele.  But the other sisters call me Catherine. So I do not know who I am. I crept to the bed and pulled myself up to the window again. The moon was shining brightly, and that helped to sooth my worry. I watched it shining on the cold ground until it moved beyond my sight. Then I lay down and cried myself to sleep. Thus was my first day at St. Margaret’s Nunnery. The streets were…

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The Big Bad Firm and Other Stories

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Note, the title of this post was for the literary quality only, because there are no other stories, just The Big Bad Firm. Didn’t want to disappoint you! I have noticed that one of the major problems people have with the free market, is their fear of monopolies. And I do want to point out that if you believe the government should create laws and regulations to prevent monopolies, you do not believe in the free market. You might be a believer in the quasi-free market, but not the real thing. So, what is it about monopolies that scare people…

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