Diary of a Dissenter: A Week From My Window

This is one of the core meanings of the Russian Roulette motif: men cast into battle with one another at the whim of secret unknowns who idly bet on the outcomes: men as mere cattle to the slaughter.

‘This is this. This ain't something else.’

FRIDAY

We were at a wedding today, the second this year. Or is it the third?  The previous two were tolerable, but no more. One of them was a family wedding, sort of, at which we contracted serous chills and didn’t even make the photographs, if you get my drift. The other I touched on slightly here by referencing…