Holodomor:
What’s the Matter with green kansas?
R.c. retterer
Holodomor (Ukrainian for 'to kill by starvation'), the name given to the political famine engineered by Joseph Stalin in the Ukraine during the winter of 1932-33, has come to Kansas with a vengeance. As Ukraine was the breadbasket of Europe for its wheat production, so Kansas was the breadbasket of Azuleland, formerly the United States of America, and much of the world.
Lucy Ling-Romero, child of survivors of China's Cultural Revolution, is disheartened, angry and defiant when she sees the conditions that her parents had fled happening before her very eyes in her adopted home of Wichita, Kansas. She came to Wichita when her husband was hired as an aeronautical engineer by Cessna Aircraft Company. Along with most other industry, the city's aerospace producers had fled the city for the boom countries, Mexico and Nigeria, two of the leaders of the Free World.
When Wichita is taken over by woke radicals and her home is seized, Lucy retreats to her family ranch in northwest Kansas. There she hopes to ride out the uprising by being self-sufficient thanks to her farm produce. Her dream becomes a nightmare when the Azuleland government moves to collectivize agriculture. The stories her parents told her about enduring the Cultural Revolution in China and seemed so distant to her then, were now becoming disturbingly real.
Lucy's Asian Tiger Mom had instilled in her an unusually strong resolve. Would that be enough for her to survive the greatest crisis the country had yet suffered?
Just because you don’t take an interest in politics, doesn’t mean Politics won’t take an interest in you.
Pericles
It is not for nothing that our age cries out for the redeemer personality, for the one who can emancipate himself from the grip of the collective and save at least his own soul, who lights a beacon of hope for others, proclaiming that here is at least one man who has succeeded in extricating himself from the fatal identity with the group psyche.
Carl Jung
Both the jayhawk and the man eat chickens, but the more jayhawks, the fewer chickens, while the more men, the more chickens.
Henry George
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The campaign is thrown into turmoil when Pato Donaldo, an unusual looking swan who is mistaken for a duckling at hatching and sports a tuft of orange feathers atop his head, joins the race. El Pato gains enormous popularity among the common animals after he builds a replica of the legendary windmill of the original Animal Farm, thus creating much needed spade-ready jobs.
The increasingly bitter campaign enthralls the animals. Commandant Latte decides that the farm cannot possibly survive without his leadership. Therefore, he cancels the election and declares himself Commandant in Perpetuity. The declaration only exacerbates the bitterness. The treacherous political battle devolves into an animal-eat-animal power struggle. If you can't beat ‘em, eat ‘em, emerges as the winning succession strategy., how much does it cost, what color and size is it? Better descriptions result in more sales.
New Animal Farm…What Happened
R.C. Retterer
About R.C. Retterer
A Chicago native, I graduated from Miami University (O). Two years in the Peace Corps and teaching English in Ecuador quickly taught me how little I knew and how little my English degree mattered. I saw first hand what it is like to live without electricity and running water. It is not a happy or fulfilling existence.
I have drawn from that experience in my writing, along with my twenty years as cabin crew with TWA, and fourteen years teaching English as a Second Language (ESL) in a semi-rural county in Virginia. During college, I spent a year hitchhiking around Europe, working in Germany and Norway. I also spent three months living with a French farm family and working as a farmhand.
Most of my writing is political satire. I resemble the remark that Anyone who is not a socialist at twenty doesn’t have a heart, and anyone who is still a socialist at thirty doesn’t have a brain. It took me a bit longer to find my brain, but since then, I have not looked back. I am decidedly anti-woke in all of its silly manifestations—climate change catastrophism, feminism, radical environmentalism, socialism and progressive education, to name a few.
After the erosion of our basic freedoms, especially freedom of speech, I believe that proselytizing environmentalism is the greatest danger we face. The most at risk are the people of the Third World who lack electricity. Without a reliable and affordable source of electricity, life is as Thomas Hobbes put it, “Nasty, brutal and short.” I believe in conservation of natural resources, but I would take it as an insult to be called an environmentalist. Radical environmentalists are anti-human. They are the new colonialists, imposing their values on the poor who cannot afford environmentalists, much as they cannot afford a refrigerator.
Because the mainstream/corporate/legacy media, call it what you will, do not cover many of these issues except in cases where the facts can be massaged to fit the woke narrative, many people, especially my contemporaries who get their news from traditional outlets, are largely unaware of what is going on behind the scenes. My goal is to shed light on these issues through my writing, hopefully in an entertaining fashion.
Political and social satire are not exactly in vogue these days. To be blunt, White conservative male authors are not in high demand among traditional publishers either. Of necessity, I have had to self-publish my books. My books have been available on Amazon. I am now making them available on my website as well. All books are available in quality paperback and Kindle versions. Thank you for visiting my website.