At a Loss For Words

The Word Police came in the dead of night.

No, wait. That isn’t quite right. This is no fairy tale, where villains lurk in the shadows, where they give themselves away by their proclivity for darkness and ugliness. In the real world, right and wrong are not always so easily discerned.

The Word Police aren’t fairy tale villains. Perhaps they aren’t even villains at all. In any case, they come in daylight, under the guise of friendship.

Speaking of which, they don’t call themselves “Word Police,” either, though that’s how everyone knows them. They prefer something warmer. Say, “Friends of Language.”

So, then. Shall we start again?

Life With No LENS

My first glimpse of Elliston, Missouri is from the back of a Sikorsky Tonkawa, the elite military helicopter reserved for special ops. Riding in such a craft—like visiting Elliston—is an honor not normally afforded to members of the press, but the recent resurfacing of anti-LENS propaganda has sparked curiosity about places like Elliston, making it possible for me to get my visit approved.

From the air, Elliston looks like any other rural American town. Automated cars populate its roadways. Buildings of all sizes line Main Street. The town appears to be both prosperous and charming, the kind of place you might like to visit for a weekend away.

You’d never know it’s actually a prison.