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"A Good Man is Hard to Find" (Flannery O'Connor The Complete Stories)

Fuck this Racist Ofay

Remember how I was planning on reviewing all the Flannery O'Connor stories the same way that I am reviewing all the John Cheever stories (even toward the end when he's making less sense)? Remember how the first two stories got a reaction of "is this story racist or is it about racists? If it's just about racists, why am I supposed to sympathize with a man who is freaking out because his daughter in NYC is living next to N-----s?

I even saw a reaction saying that "Geraniums" is actually a critique of racism. Bullshit. It's about an old racist who is having a bad day and has to deal with the world moving on and he can't even get a damn view of a flower from the building across the street. It's like the later story where the old general is wheeled out for his daughter's graduation in a Confederate uniform only O'Connor keeps referencing the Coke machine. Like get it? Coca-Cola is becoming more important to these people than their great Southern heritage.

Oddly enough, I searched for Flannery O'Connor on Facebook because I remember someone I know saying that he hated Flannery O'Connor. What I did not remember was that I had posted an article entitled "Why is Flannery O'Connor getting canceled?" and the friend (Shai Rishon who is a pretty cool rabbi) said that he hated Flannery O'Connor and I said "Even A Good Man is Hard to Find?"

I was arguing that Flannery O'Connor has racism in her stories and might have been racism but a lot of her stories are really good so we can still read them and it's fine.

That impression was from reading the book A Good Man is Hard to Find in college. Let me revise that impression with my impression from trying to read the complete stories, including the six that she turned in for the University of Iowa writing program.

Flannery O'Connor is a racist bitch. Her stories were all racist. I can't keep reading stories asking me to sympathize with old racist Southerners who won't stop saying N----- or pickaninny (which is definitely a slur but might be ok to write out in just regular essays.)

Reading "A Good Man is Hard to Find" as a first O'Connor story is an experience of reading a sick and twisted horror story from the perspective of a very stupid old lady who is trying to talk "The Misfit" out of his murderous ways even after he's shot the rest of her family. Reading the story in the context of bullshit like Geranium (oh poor old racist has to live next to black people) and The Barber (dumb nominally liberal guy isn't a N---- lover but he doesn't like the 1940s version of Trump but he can't argue that in a barbershop full of racists who keep referring to the one black kid in the place as being in complete agreement with them (remember the Chris Rock routine about how there's no one quite as racist as old black people, because they will be all smiles when the white people are around but as soon as it's just black people they won't stop going on about white motherfuckers? Well, it's actually prejudice since racism is a system of white supremacy but yeah, one is pretty certain that George is cussing these crackers out behind their back. Only O'Connor doesn't give him a voice)

In that context, Grandma in "A Good Man is Hard to Find" is another old cracker who has to point out a black kid just minding his own business and call him a N---- because that adds color.

So by the time Grandma's cat causes an accident (is the cat ok? The father threw the cat at a tree) I'm done with these people. The Misfit getting his people to take out first the father and son and then the mother and daughter while Grandma is talking about redemption or some shit isn't tragic or horrifying. It's fucking hilarious.

This was not O'Connor's intention. I don't really care about her intention but I'm quite sure it was some shit about Catholic guilt and sin and martyrdom.

But honestly, I don't give a shit. Seriously fuck these characters and fuck O'Connor.

[kadhal]

OFAY i will start cql tmr i can feel it

[magpie-22]

Ok so the Magnus protocol is coming out ofay right? January 18th?

Does anyone know what time it’s coming out and if it’s going to be on Spotify?

Help

[kyouzen]

Doing Assault Missions and I never thought I ended up playing with other player instead ofAI like usual o(-(

[dj-bynum3718]

I have been gone for to long, when I was once completely caught up on the Melissa fics I now am so far behind I don’t know where to begin. I didn’t realize how much I’ve missed all of you and all of your well wishes mean a lot to me I’m in the middle of writing a new chapter for OFAI as well as some other Mel X reader I also have some new characters I would like to write for I just don’t want to bite more than I can chew thank you all for being patient and understanding.

-DJ

[cornerofhell]

Who are your favorite OFAI characters?

Just to name a few!

[thenixkat]

Clipping - Blood of the Fang

[Intro: Sam Waymon] By the Christians, it is written that in the black Myrthian age There existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood, blood

[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs & Sam Waymon] Drink it up Fifty years 'bout enough Time to come back (Blood, blood) They want to call the bluff Okay, then Time to come back (What up!) (Blood) Hail King Huey Do it for fluid, you knew it was movin' forever Loop it, the truth is, the movement was really too clever Who is the newest to do it, pursuing a useless, polluted agenda? Too long to get they bullshit together Fifty years 'bout enough (Blood) Patient, gave 'em a two-year grace '6-6 came, and they saw the true face Black on black on black, irate Had 'em all runnin' scared straight out the gate Skin do show you who kin; that's it, though What's inside never been too simple Syrup, he sip, 'cause he can't taste his own (Blood) Drink it up, drink it up, you belong in every milliliter of They tried to take out every military leader, but You was born to be a martyr And it doesn't mean a thing because that body really meat Fill it up, your history is one you might consider killing for This ain't the shit they taught you when you went to kindergarten What you need to know is in the (Blood)

[Pre-Chorus 1: Daveed Diggs] Queen Angela done told y'all, "Grasp at the root" So what y'all talkin' 'bout—"Hands up, don't shoot"?

[Chorus: Bongili Girls' Chorus & Daveed Diggs] Aw deeyanga, aw deeyanga Look back, blood on the ground Aw deeyanga, aw deeyanga Look straight, they still shootin' Aw deeyanga, aw deeyanga Jump back, still here Aw deeyanga, aw deeyanga Now, what that tell you 'bout death? Death ain't shit, you got to

[Post-Chorus: Daveed Diggs & Sam Waymon] Drink it up, drink it up (There existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood) Drink it up, drink it up Drink it up, drink it up (There existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood) Drink it up, drink it up

[Verse 2: Daveed Diggs & Sam Waymon] Fist in the sky if you ready Dice a ofay like confetti, they thought you was playin' Though really the game was more trainin' There finna be (Blood) And much of it blue Time to fly, 'cause you know time fickle So cold, finna snow, swing a icicle Takin' out a police or a politician issuing a statement sayin' Turn it on a dime or get the nickel And it ain't just money, B, this ain't honey Sweet, but it's funny to think of them wantin' to speak When this pain is deep and ingrained in (Blood) Drink it up, dress it down Queen shit, wear the crown, King shit, wear the wounds New blood in the wombs Loose noose, clear the tombs, bubblegoose, suede shoes Lookin' like a who's who of the dead Come back, bust a head, run track to the red Black suit, black hair, black wings, black stare Blackout for the (Blood) (Button up, bruh) Actin' a fool was just acting You knew about adapting since dudes started tappin' And in the dark, flapping the full moon Asking if you knew the passion that grew when unmasked Because they were never seein' the basics Geronimo, Erika, Gregory With they faces in every book, record, or CD Even made the MP3s laced with (Blood)

[Pre-Chorus 2: Daveed Diggs] Brother Malcolm done told y'all, "By any means" So what y'all talkin' 'bout—"All on the same team"?

[Chorus: Bongili Girls' Chorus & Daveed Diggs] Aw deeyanga, aw deeyanga Look back, blood on the ground Aw deeyanga, aw deeyanga Look straight, they still shootin' Aw deeyanga, aw deeyanga Jump back, still here Aw deeyanga, aw deeyanga Now, what that tell you 'bout death? Death ain't shit, you got to

[Post-Chorus: Daveed Diggs & Sam Waymon] Drink it up, drink it up (There existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood) Drink it up, drink it up Drink it up, drink it up (There existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood) Drink it up, drink it up

[Verse 3: Daveed Diggs] Everybody wanna kill a movement 'fore the moment But they cannot kill what cannot die There wasn't ever really an opponent For what they figured was only three-fifth-human And they thought they could enslave By disconnecting from the truth But look at Brother George He's back again and never did look finer Said it's time to gather up another meeting of the Ina Said that Quentin couldn't kill him and America can't either And he been sleepin' since '71 Ain't it time to feed, or at least sip a little sum'n? He up in the Cadillac with little Bobby Hutton Ridin' shotty with the shotty, swoopin' up the cousins They soo-woopin' for your blood That Bobby Seale is on the door When they regroup up at the club And Brother Eldridge is keepin' souls on ice 'Til the time was just right, now suffices Emory got the scene drawn up nice And Afeni here with Pac, yep, thug life Kathleen, "Black and Beautiful" as the motto Assata up in here sippin' a bloody café cubano With Hilliard on the seat next to her babysittin' the ralo Waitin' for Heron to say somethin' fly for them all to follow Into the night, let it swallow, eyes on the sparrow tomorrow You know the marrow is hollow and light as air And the call is out to the rest And this model of effervescence when all of it manifested They never bothered to question While calling for the arrest and murder Guess they never knew it was a test To best assess the way to move in And digest the flesh of every wicked human 'Til the best and blackest blood is back to ruling

[Pre-Chorus 3: Daveed Diggs] Prince Stokely done told y'all, "Have no fear" So how come every time they be like, "Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!" Y'all look scared?

[Chorus: Bongili Girls' Chorus & Daveed Diggs] Aw deeyanga, aw deeyanga Look back, blood on the ground Aw deeyanga, aw deeyanga Look straight, they still shootin' Aw deeyanga, aw deeyanga Jump back, still here Aw deeyanga, aw deeyanga Now what that tell you 'bout death? Death ain't shit, you got to

[Post-Chorus: Daveed Diggs & Sam Waymon] Drink it up, drink it up (There existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood) Drink it up, drink it up Drink it up, drink it up (There existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood) Drink it up, drink it up Drink it up, drink it up (There existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood, among its people)

[invalleumbraemortis]

I told this white queer couple that I prefer them to not use any pronouns for me or just use my name/nickname but if they had to use something use they…. And mind you, they both use the pronouns and in fact one uses neopronouns… And these fucking ofays repeteadly called me she but then also went on to mispronounce my name 🤦🏾🤦🏾🤦🏾🤦🏾 we literally have been together all morning and yesterday… I am tired of correcting them atp

[frenchpsychiatrymuderedmycnut]

25 racist synonyms to eliminate from everyday language

white-trash

bogan

cracker

poor white trash

whitey

ang mo

buckra

casper

chickenlips

cracka

crackers

cumskin

haole

honkey

honkie

ice monkey

joganosh

ofay

paleface

peckerwood

pigskin

pukeskin

[serpentinesheldonserpentine]

Otis Redding was born on this date in 1941

If you listen to the entire Monterey performance, Otis keeps marveling at the “Love Crowd”. Put yourself in the place of this then-26 year old soul master who is looking out at a collection of 25,000 dope addled barefoot white trustafarians whose shabby appearance must have confounded the suave and very cool Mr. Redding.

Redding was a dignified performer; here he seems intent on blowing the minds of the drugged out Ofay crowd and overplays his hand a bit. Make no mistake, Otis Redding was not a shuck and jive soul man, contemporary parodies ( Animal House, the Godawful Blues Brothers) to the contrary.

American Music is diminished by his early death. The loss of Redding and subsequent assassination of Martin Luther King destroyed the interracial spirit at Stax Records and wounded Memphis in ways that I believe that city has yet to recover from.

I’ll leave that to my musical better, @golftangohotel to assess.

[irfaniuk]

Harms of AI in education: Beware of The Silent Threats

Education is perceiving or providing others the systematic instructions. Every system includes advantages and disadvantages, in the same way, AI also has some Harms ofAI in education. AI includes a large amount of personal data of students so if the proper privacy terms are not followed there is a great risk of data leakage. Those educational institutions that have limited resources may face the problem. Dependency upon AI can damage human creative ability. AI is also harmful in the educational system in the case that if any error during responding occurs from AI who will be responsible? Some AI algorithms are too complicated so this is not possible for everyone to understand. Now we are going to discuss the harmful effects of AI on education in detail.

[iwanttobecalledbiveyouominousapp]

Uuugggghhhh im bored

Im going in character

ofay!!!

[jesterjamz]

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[linguistlist-blog]

FYI: OFAI 2023 Fall Lecture Series

The Austrian Research Institute for Artificial Intelligence (OFAI) is delighted to announce its 2023 Fall Lecture Series. The talks are intended to familiarize attendees with the latest research developments in AI and related fields, and to forge new connections with those working in other areas. The main theme of the current series is large language models. Lectures will be held at 18:30 Vienna time online via Zoom (meeting ID: 842 8244 2460; passcode: 678868); in-person attendance at OFAI i http://dlvr.it/SxPFJT

[marlowe1-blog]

"Geraniums" (The Complete Stories of Flannery O'Connor)

Racism!

So yeah, I don't know if I'm going to make this into my third book to be reviewing but short stories do work better than actual books (I'm about 30 pages away from ending Hound of the Baskervilles and starting Les Miserables but I'm not going to review that one chapter by chapter because reading Les Miserables could be enough of a chore. And I found out that I can still be bored by classic books with Tale of the Genji where almost every chapter was "who are these people? Why should I care about these people? Did he just adopt that girl to groom her? Was that acceptable back in the day? I bet if I knew Japanese these poems would be really cool" and even found out that it was the favorite translation.

So I'm going to start reviewing these stories because I did like the Flannery O'Connor stories I read in grad school and I'll be getting to those, but it's a complete collection. It's not even a cultivated complete collection like with John Cheever who had some duds at the beginning of this collection. O'Connor died in her thirties so this was one of those "hey this great 20th century writer needs to have all of her stories published now" collections.

The first 5-6 stories were stories that she wrote in her 20s while in grad school. Or college. Grad school. I think it was grad school. I just read the damn introduction and I forgot the details. Wait.

Worse. She sold this story to a magazine called Accent at the age of 21 and the first six stories were published in her MFA thesis for the University of Iowa. Seriously fuck the University of Iowa. Granted there was a time when I was impressed by it because there was a very pretentious dude at a Theater party talking about how he was going to be a great writer and go to the University of Iowa which was the writing program of writing programs (he also had an idea for mounting a play where a closeted homosexual date rapes his friend. That also impressed me so much I wanted to play that character. Thankfully, that never got off the ground) and his favorite writer was Raymond Carver (sigh) so yeah the complete 20th century "let's not get too political here as we talk about these character sketches" package.

But of course, this one was political because everything is political. But this one is more political than most because it's written by a Southern writer in 1946. But it's also not political because it's supposed to be a character sketch.

So anyhow (I really thought I was going to write fuck this ofay and leave it there) the old man is living with his daughter and we don't even know at first that he's living in New York City. He's obsessed with the geraniums that the people across the street put in their window at 10:15 am. Unlike their neighbors who don't know anything, they know that you don't just leave geraniums in your window indefinitely.

Then there's a lot of exposition because this story is 90% exposition about how he moved to New York City because his daughter insisted. His son-in-law doesn't like him and he used to go fishing and even had a guide who knew the river and "there was no other N----- who knew it like him"

And then a N----- moves in. Should I just do the white guy safety word of Ninja? Or would that make that even more confusing. No. Best just use Ninja when singing along to rap songs. Else Old Dudley being confused when he sees a Ninja go into the apartment building and thinking that the neighbors have a Ninja servant only to find out that his daughter is going to be fine with living next to a Ninja.

Ok that's a funny image, but yeah, that's what happens. Only not with a Ninja. And goddamn Flannery O'Connor is not shy about that work. Hard er, even.

So poor Old Dudley, the protagonist who is feeling sad because he has to live in New York with his daughter, is upset because there's a N---- living next door. He's got a lot of internal monologue/exposition about how he raised her better than to just choose to live next door with one of them.

And her response of "I don't want any trouble with the N-----" doesn't exactly make her a paradigm of "woke" (sorry guys). She's just slightly less racist than her very racist grandfather.

The ending is that the geranium fell and the guy who had the geranium is yelling at Old Dudley. Only aren't they on the opposite sides of the street? I mean he's not looking out the window at the next building in the alley? Even then, you can't have a fucking conversation yelling across the street and understand a damn thing. This is the literary equivalent of people speaking from a tower that happens in fantasy movies (Return of the King deleted scene and the scene between Cersei and Tyrion in Game of Thrones - NO ONE CAN HEAR ANYONE THAT WAY)

Anyhow, we are supposed to feel bad for the old racist. But seriously fuck that guy.

Now how racist was Flannery O'Connor? Who knows. I don't think she's endorsing her racist fuck of a protagonist character. There's no "of course, there were demons because of race mixing" lines like you see in Robert Howard. And with the University of Iowa, there's really not supposed to be judgment of these characters. So who knows. Actually I kind of how I write my stories. Or something I aspire to. Sometimes.