“Cornithaca County” is a fictitious name for a real future. The first part of this book will contain stories, games, jokes, and activities that dissect the actions and intent of elitist policy making in the county. The second part will document actual incidents and issues that raise questions about the conduct of those who have been entrusted with the welfare of the public at large. At the end of the book, I will present a powerful circumstantial case — and a chilling denouement.
I’m Doug from the inside out, and these books are a part, but just a part, of me.
I’m very independent in thought and action, so a conventional appearance is restful, protective, and a little amusing.
I like and respect people with very different views from my own.
The Rural Social Justice thread in these books is the armature that gives structure to pieces intended to provoke, inspire and feed the reader’s thinking and imagination.
Few people will read them; but it only takes one to make all the difference.
I’m not passing a torch — I’m just holding the door.
July 31, 2020
There’s nothing good about crack; and there’s nothing funny about crack addicts. I picked crack because of the rhyme, but in the Ag Ghetto meth is more common, with a sprinkling of bath salt psychotics. • The county sheriff’s department doesn’t patrol the Ag Ghetto, and it’s become a magnet for the under-the-radar “animal life”: If you’ve got an itch; scratch it. If you’ve got an appetite; feed it. If you’ve got a pipe; smoke it. • They’ve become more active with the Coronavirus — animals can sense a weakness.