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"Gudok" Publishes Article about Bulgakov's Feuilletons!

The Russian newspaper Gudok, the same newspaper that published Bulgakov's feuilletons from 1922 to 1926, published an article written in Russian by eFeuilleton's Mila Sanina about Bulgakov's years working in Gudok. The article includes some excerpts from feuilletons that first appeared in a book co-translated by Michael Wagner and Mila Sanina titled "Bulgakov's Feuilleton."

The article is timed to the 95th Anniversary of Gudok. 


Ten Bears Speaks from Occupy Wall Street

Ten Bears speaks from Occupy Wall Street

(The reader-comment of Janet from Salt Lake City, published in the New York Times, October 13, 2011 in response to a column by David Brooks)

"I came to Mr. Brooks' post after searching to find out where I could join the OWS events here in Salt Lake City.

Mr. Brooks, you are incredibly clueless about what I and apparently thousands of other Americans want. I care little about the debt or even the annual deficit. When I demand that the wealthy be taxed fairly, at the same rates that I am taxes at, it is not because I want to reduce the national debt. It is not because I want to strip the wealthy of all their money. It is because I want a stop to the austerity measures that are undermining the social contract I believe we as a nation entered into when we the people decided to form a nation. The gross inequality in this country is undermining the well being of all of us. When we the people would rather bailout the wealthy than provide health care to all, something is terribly wrong.

Yes, I and others have yet to articulate clearly what policy changes we want, but I am very certain that for the past decade, if not for longer, I have felt that my voice was not heard in the halls of Congress. In spite of voting, writing my congressional representatives, writing letters to the editor, etc., I feel that I have no voice. I want to be heard. I am joining the 99% of Americans that want to be heard. This is not about the national debt. It is about social justice and fairness. It is about having a government that looks out for the well-being of the 99% as much as it cares about the well-being of the 1%. I want to be represented in government. Since I don't have that, I will take to the streets."

Janet speaks well. We should listen to her words.


10 Bears Speaks from South Dakota

Too much of the ignorant American citizeny thrives on, gossip, lies, violence, manipulation, stealing and hating the very thing that sustains them, government. This is the Fox citizen; this is the true enemy of the people. They give us wars without end and men who make billions off the blood of our soldiers. They give us a tabloid tea party government that has no honor.

NYT's reader-commentor brentcox, Sturgis S.D.


Mars Attacks?

The Martian ambassador enters the Oval Office with two ray-gun toting bodyguards.  He says something diplomatically in Martian to the President, then pulls out a blaster and starts incinerating everyone in sight.

The President — played by Jack Nicholson — adjusts his tie and makes a speech to the Martians. "Why can't we just all get along."

The Martian ambassador grins, sheds a tear (MikWag: I am not making this up, see video), extends his hand, then plants the Martian flag in the President.

The audience knows it's coming.  Ten scenes back, the Martians blasted the official greeting party in Nevada.  A few scenes later, they blasted Congress.

In Tim Burton's world, the motivation of the Martians is probably different than that of the Republicans.   They're just sadists.  In the nursing home 'death panel' scene, a couple of Martians encounter a little old lady. She's got her back to them.  She's listening with headphones to the country-yodeling classic, "I'm Casting My Lasso Towards The Sky" by Jimmy Wakely and Lee "Lasses" White.  The Martians, rub their hands in delight, tip toe out, return with massive blaster, roll the business end of it right up to the back of her head...

The little old lady is heroically saved.  She happens to remove her headphones and it turns out that the country-yodeling classic makes green brains explode inside space helmets.  Yuck!  The world is saved.

In the real world, we aren't going to be saved so easily, folks.  So all you Dorothys out there might ought to start listening to that little inner voice that's saying, “I’m afraid we’re not in Kansas anymore” and figure out what to do to stop the Klingons, or whatever they are, that have occupied the Congress.


Bulgakov's Feuilleton Published!

This collection of 101 feuilletons (short stories) by Mikhail Bulgakov, translated by MilSan and MikWag, spans the early history of the Soviet Union—the period November 1919 to March 1926. During this time, Russia was recovering from WWI, the Russian Revolution, and the Russian Civil War; and was engaged in a massive experiment in social engineering under Communism.

This impeccably crafted book is available for $14.99 here, and on Amazon for 19.95.

Book cover

These stories document this period from the unique perspective of a caricaturist. Bulgakov paints in the small. He depicts ordinary people in ordinary settings, struggling with problems of existence: pointless day-long meetings, bureaucracy, corruption, travel delays, incomprehensible regulations, cronyism, nepotism, red-tapism, drunkedness, wife beating, the housing problem, and encounters with “the healthcare system.” He draws hundreds upon hundreds of characters, with a psychological perspicacity that we in the West have come to expect of a Russian master.


How the Fox Dug a Hole and Buried His Poll

These were turbulent times.  So the Fox conducted a poll.  He put up a poll on his Fox web site and asked all the little foxsters:  Do 'Occupy Wall Street' protesters represent your views about the nation's economic problems?

A few days passed and the Fox went out to check on his poll and... 182,489 people had responded!   The Fox looked and looked at his poll.  He looked at it sideways.  He looked at it backwards.  And he even crawled up to the top corner to see how it would look to a spider.   But no matter what the Fox did to see it differently, the same thing was always the thing that he saw:

  • 68%     Yes. These folks are right about corporate greed and what's happening to the little guy,
  • 28.5%  No. They have no idea how jobs are created or how a free-enterprise system works, and
  • 3.5%    Maybe, or Other.

And then what do you think happened next?  Did Mr. Fox post the results of his poll on his front page?  Noooo, this fox only like to do 'that' when he got a negative result about big bad Farmer Obama.  Did Mr. Fox let the little foxes discuss it on air?

No, the Fox didn't put even a hair from the poll onto his front page and he didn't let the little foxes breathe even a word about it.  The minute the Fox saw how opinion was trending he hurried outside to dig a hole.  And into that hole he buried his poll.

And that's how the Fox dug a hole and buried his poll.


"The Murdtrix Revealed"

In the year 2006, a small group of restless journalists aboard the ship "Guardian" began low-power broadcasts to the world about its enslavement by a hallucination that has come to be known as "The Murdtrix."

By 2011, they had hacked into the Murdtrix and piped what they found straight onto every device and screen in the world for months on end.

People saw themselves in a post-apocalyptic world of anxious supersized people wearing Chinese clothes, bloodshot eyeballs wired to reality shows and FOX news, patrolled by agents with names like Smith & Wesson, Boner, Cantor, Loughlin, who materialized to fix unexpected behaviors in the program.

People unplugged in droves.  Not everyone -- many preferred the warmth of the cocoon -- but enough of them.  The Murdtrix began to flicker and dissolve.


"Anything is possible"


A Shakespearean Tragedy

Alas, poor Murdoch!  I knew him, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy.  He hath bore me on his back a thousand times, and now how abhorr'd in my imagination it is!  My gorge rises at it.  Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.  Where be your gibes now?  (Hamlet, V.i)

Poor Murdoch.  He hath become naught but a hollow skull, held up at arms length, for examination and derision, by a world that he corrupted.


p.s.  "Piers Morgan doth protest too much, methinks." (Hamlet, V,i)  See also http://bit.ly/pxiHrU

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