Blog #58; FREE COPIES of UNDER OLD GLORY, the prequel to A CONTRITE SPIRIT; GIVEAWAY, from Jan. 14 through 16; More thoughts on freedom of expression Inbox

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We creative writers especially, rely on our government to encourage and enforce the spirit of the Constitution, which provides for, within a modicum of reason, the freedom of expression, including the freedom of the press.  A book or film might be disagreeable to my point of view, but I will defend to the death, if necessary. your right to express yourself freely.


Does this allow for irresponsible journalism, the so-called fake news?  If fake news is used for satire or to point out the flaws of those in power, probably not.  If misleading news is meant to distract the public from the truth, from either side of the political spectrum, then we have a big problem in this country.

To remind you of the kind of sacrifices our forebears made so that we could stand at this juncture in history, re-visit my UNDER OLD GLORY, if you already have it.  If you don't have it, get your copy for FREE from Jan. 14 thru 16.


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