IF YOU WATCH FOX NEWS or read political blogs you probably have a headache from all the accusations of “fascism” bouncing back and forth from left to right and back again. “Obama’s a fascist!” “Rush is a fascist!” “Bush is a fascist!” “The Zionists are fascists!” “Your grandmother’s a fascist!” “Kevin Strom is a fascist!” And then we have that ridiculous neologism “Islamofascism.”
Modern Republicans and Democrats both misuse the term “fascist” — and to such a degree that the misuse has started to be enshrined in dictionaries.
AS READERS have doubtless noticed, this site has been down for several weeks as we recovered from a malicious hacker attack — and in the process I learned quite a bit about content management systems security, php code, and database management and recovery.
The site is still not fully restored yet, but, as you can see, most of the content is back and we will be making continual improvements, fine-tuning the site’s features, and adding new content too. Watch this space!
ART GALLERY UPDATED: [NOTE, MAY 2d, 2009: Presently the gallery is offline, as it was one of my sites defaced by hackers. I am working on restoring it.] My online art gallery has been updated in the last few days, with new entries in Paintings, Sculpture, Portraits, Numismatic and Engraver’s Art, and Personal Photographs. Thanks for all the nice mail I received about the improvements!
given at Federal District Court, Charlottesville, Virginia on April 21, 2008; with annotations
MY NAME is Kevin Alfred Strom. I have been in solitary confinement for sixteen months. Circumstances and strategic considerations have kept me silent until now. But I have sworn to tell the whole truth, so I ask the court to grant me now perhaps one minute for every month I have been imprisoned.
All along I’ve told the truth to everyone — investigators, family members, this court, my closest friends — about this case, even when that truth was embarrassing to me or easily misconstrued to be used against me.
Let me tell you a little about my background. For some 20 years, I worked as a broadcast engineer. For three years, until I moved to Virginia in 2001, I was the local chapter leader of the Family Support Network, a parenting group. I’m a writer, a publisher, an editor, a broadcaster — and an activist for social change who’s taken on some powerful interest groups, armed only with a microphone and a pen. But more than anything else, I’m a father.