I can't help but wonder what Isreal is doing to these prisoners to need such a consistantly high number of men, women and children (that they call sub-human animals) at hand.
We already know Isreal steralises black jews and stole shephardic babies from their mothers to rehome in ashkenazi fanilies. And that Isreal tests weapons on the remaining Palestinian territories and Gaza.
Are the imprisoned Palestinians really only there to be starved, raped and beaten by the guards and to break the moral of the unimprisoned Palestinians?
Because at this point I would not be surprised if we start hearing of a new virus or sterility or something equally as fucking Mengeler being reported from Gaza in the next few weeks/months.
(Just re-read this and had to reword a section as I realised I wrote 'Palestinian settlements' and as it's their fucking country and the Isrealis are the settlers, that is not a phrase I want to consciously use.)
The first 2 books, 'Doughnut', and 'When It's A Jar', I would normally recommend over 'The Out-sorcerer's Apprentice', they're more scifi slanted and imo tightly written.
The fundamental technology tying the books together is re-explained in book 3 though and you can figure stuff out without having read books 1 & 2, but it's probably not going to be quite as funny without all that pained context and layers of multidimensional headfuckery.
I like the long dark, it's like 13 hours of that 3am feeling of being the only person awake, so I'm free to exist unbothered by the rest of the world. I end up far more productive and content at this time of year too, and mostly nocturnal. Living by lamp light is far too nice.
I shouldn't be laughing so hard, every time I think about this it has me in fits of giggles. Fucking post satire reality has broken my sense of humour.
That paragraph above reminds me most of The Out-sorcerer's Apprentice. Where to quote from the wikipedia page
'a fairy tale universe is exploited economically'.
He's written like 40 books
and they're all pretty good fun (the fantasy stuff at least, his historical fiction wasn't my jam), not high literature or anything though, just nerdy, silly humour with some fun clever bits.
Every so often you just have to fill yourself up with pizza till reality stops hurting. Pies can't cure you but the food coma certainly helps blunt the pain for a few hours.
What's the reference?