Category: From BloNo With Love

Do you feel it? There’s been a cold wind blowing as of late at Bloomington City Council meetings. It sounds like a reactionary death cry of the prejudices and ignorance’s of a bygone generation eroding under the winds of time and irrelevancy. It carries the snow of Bloomington’s Right into the warm weather (it’s August, after all) causing a cascading river of tears, triggered geriatrics, and snowflakes to flow into the sewers on Olive Street.

Of course, the nexus of this cold front is the ice queen herself, Diane Benjamin. With her own glacial presence on the web, she coagulates the various pitiful and remedial deathly hallows snowing on City Council. Coursing through Diane Benjamin’s ultra-nativist veins is blood colder than a reptile’s, so cold as to be near absolute zero (forming a super-liquid with no viscosity boggling the minds of physicists and decent, empathetic human beings alike.) Her writing is like a varicose vein: unwanted, unsightly, and scattered about haphazardly across the terrain of white fragility. (view more)