...But of these sophisms and elenchs of merchandise I skill not...
Milton, Areopagitica

Except he had found the
standing sea-rock that even this last
Temptation breaks on; quieter than death but lovelier; peace
that quiets the desire even of praising it.

Jeffers, Meditation On Saviors



Neither Wilén’s nor Ardin’s texts complain of rape.
Ardin's the woman the swine-news drones are championing as the rapee in Assange's currently-happening legal difficulties with the Swedish police.
The fdl piece links her w/ "Cuban" exciters of turmoil and nasty dreamers of scenarios of reconquest, inc. the "Cuban-American mafia".
It is the opinion, strongly held, of inf38, that the food chain of that mafia links vertically upward to a virtually invisible criminal organization, multi-national, hydratic, ruthless, that traces its ancestry directly to Meyer Lansky, the king of kings of pre-Castro Cuba's real economy, which was like Bangkok Vegas and your local street-ho drug-get boulevards all rolled into one tidy tropical island getaway.
It was a Cuba whose ostensible ruler, Batista, was mostly a beard for Lansky's vice operations on the island, in the 50's a wide-open sin park. So not only did the rico aristocracy of Cuba get booted to the penile state virtually en masse, Lansky's thugs and pimps and blackmailers got the heave-ho too. Creating a thirst for vengeance in men known for their long-arc vendettas.

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