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Saturday, October 04, 2008

GUNS BEFORE BUTTER begins: This is it.

by Stephen J. Farrell


this is it

I named this blog Guns Before Butter because I wouldn't have named it anything if that were possible, but it wasn't. The name comes from a Gang of Four song, and is of course a reference to the dilemma of a society being forced to choose between investing in military and civilian products, or more simply, between defending and feeding its people. I'm not sure how this is related to my experience in Vietnam, but for some reason it was the first thing to come to mind when I had to think of a clever title, and it conjures (to me at least) vague notions of postcolonial realpolitik.

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Labels: blogging, Gang of Four, guns before butter, linkage, SF, travels, Vietnam

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