Its the title of a long book I downloaded to my Kindle.

KL was the abbreviation the Nazis used for the word Konzentrationlager,  the original German word for what we know as concentration camps.

It was both informative and frighteming.  Informative as the book details how these camps and the people responsible for them and the horrors perpetrated on anyone the Thrid Reich chose not to like grew very organically and that the final crescendo of horror was the capstone of what came before.

frightening in that after the many, many pages, I could see  the very twisted logic of the Nazis.  But also wondered had the carnage not been stopped by the allies, would the KL system simply and one point declared “victory” and shut down, or would the Thrid Reich have searched for more and more people, of its own and subjugated people, to fill these camps on whatever pretext?

The other lesson is this is not new.  Yes the Nazis did what they did, but so did Stalin, Pol Pot, Mao, The committee of the French revolution,  all it some twisted idea that they could creat their utopia on earth simply by killing off those who do not think or look like them.

Why pick up such a book too?  My answer:  to recognize evil one has to know it and to know it means to study it.

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Waiting, Waiting, Waiting


This partially eaten sushi, part of my hurray, its Friday!,  is waiting for wife unit to show up  but as her coworkers are once again f-ing up,  my money now is on her not showing

And I am glad I didn’t take that bet, as she’s just called me, asking if I was still in the store, and that she’ll be here in a moment.

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Birthday Wish List Item


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Part of The Morning Walk to Work

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Pennsylvania Ave, represents part of the shortest line between 2 points for my pedestrian commute to the worksite.  Passing it everyday this part of DC, a magnet for some, barely distracts, though there have been changes, like the moveable fencing you see in the foreground, set up after a few fence climbers. These moveable fences are also derisively called “Barry-cades”, Barry being a code word for that horrid electoral choice currently in the White House.

I have had the urge to flash a hearty full middle finger salute in the direction of its current occupant, but given how security is, or how jumpy it is,  probably not a good idea, 1st amendment rights notwithstanding.


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Of All The Things to Run Through the Mind….

Yesterday, in the morning, despite after cup after cup of the Living Draught of Death (aka the office coffee) trying to snap out of the mental end of week haze and concentrate on  reviewing the documents,  this song kept looping through my mind.

Jeez, was my mind trying to tell me something?

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A period memo came out a few hours before he day was over and among the announcements, were 1.) a request not to use strong or too much perfume or cologne, as the fragrance could possibly irritate the skin of others, and second,  a request that anyone with strongly scented/smelling food (which is defined as???) . Please eat elsewhere besides at the workstation (which most of us do).  he food issue is impractical as there are too many of us for the small kitchen area we have.

There are many of us jammed into a small area, and theoretically over perfumed or strong smelling food could  be a problem, but neither has bothered me and while I have no idea who has been complain (would like to know)  the person who has raised these to the level they are now at, has to be all of the above in the title, and probably someone who needs to better apply themselves at the task at hand instead of complaining.

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Beggar Thy Neighbor

The person sitting on the corner is just one of a few individuals I pass early in the morning, a part of DC’s landscape, who for want of a better word are professional panhandlers.

As I pass this person,  there is the bleat of ‘spare change!’ , which I ignore.

Not that I have no empathy for people in need, but when need turns into a profession calling…put me down as uninterested.


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