Last night I dreamed of a zombie story. No, I’m not going to write it. I don’t even read zombie stories. In my entire writing career, I’ve written two zombie stories, one of them a Portuguese legend and another a really, really odd zombies in spaaaaaace story.
However, in the interests of full disclosure, I should point out I have the flu. My husband had it last week, and we’re a family that shares. I understand for this year’s flu I actually have a mild case, but I’ve reached the stage where I know I’m not dead but wish I were. My throat hurts, my head is stuffed with cotton wool and there’s something seriously wrong going on with my bronchial passages.
But enough about me and more about the dream. You see, when I run even a mild fever, I have very weird dreams. Normally they involve zombies. Normally’re big-canvas apocalypse type dreams, including the one in which everyone became a zombie and I shot them all with daddy’s gun. (Not one word, Charles.)
I guess this time my subconscious decided that apocalypse was coming too close to home. So, instead I was this noir detective (I don’t know about you, guys, but I’m rarely myself in my dreams. Yes, I’m sure that a psychiatrist would have a field day) trying to find a very unsavory guy who was suspected of bank robberies. You know, the sort of critter who has a dozen crimes to his count, but you can’t make a single one stick.
I eventually traced him to the small house where he was born, and was received by a very nice older lady. The house was spic and span and it was obvious this lady, in her eighties or so, cleaned and polished and gardened constantly. And then…
Well, she was this guy’s mother. She was his first crime. He had murdered her. She had got up right out of the grave and come back to clean and fix the house and had been there for fifty years, cleaning and fixing. When he came there to seek refuge, she knifed him in his sleep. She opened the door to show “me” his corpse on the bed and she said, in a bewildered voice, “He don’t get up. He lie flat.”
Now, this comes around to where we are:
We are a week past the election. They won by less than one percent. I’m sick and tired of people (few in these comments) saying it’s all gone. You see, it’s easy. And they just want to lie flat.
This is actually what happens anyway. To an extent, after a while, we all lose some anger. We lie flat. Oh, not yet. I don’t know about you, but I’m still boiling at what the media did, sweeping Benghazi under the rug and STILL ignoring the people suffering in the aftermath of Sandy, so they could elect an oikophobic president who, like them, believes that the US is the center of all evil in the world. And I’m still scared about what this team that has no contact with reality at any point will do to our finances and our defense.
You can’t live forever in alt. Of course you can’t. And at any rate, you are the sons of Martha (Please eschew theological discussion) the ones who do things. You have jobs, you’re raising kids, you have responsibilities. Unlike OWS, you can’t just camp out in parks and poo on police cars. (Not that any of you would, I’m sure.)
Several ways have been suggested to somewhat punish the left – who have no compunction in using these normally, even not (just) to punish us – and yesterday in the comments, predictably, it was pointed out they won’t do much.
It depends. I think it will. Look, I know somewhat more about how perilously close even bestseller authors are to the bone. As for movies, I don’t know, they already sell mostly abroad – but there is the spirit of the thing, and we can make the thing a resounding bomb here, like Lions for Lambs or whatever the heck that was.
But more importantly, living in a certain way and doing certain things, will keep it in your mind, as you go back to everyday life, that not everything is normal. Unlike Dave, I don’t think this gang is smart enough (or actually in touch with reality enough) to boil the frog slowly. I think they’re going for broke. There’s nasty stuff coming, and this will help you be prepared and not relaxed in your non-watching position.
The first part of it is, I’m sure, at this point, a necessity for most of us. If you’re sure you’ll still have a job in the next year, you’re the exception. If your savings haven’t been depleted for the last four years, you’re the exception. If you’re not worried about how you’ll make it through the next four years, how you’ll keep a roof over your head, how you’ll keep the house heated as energy skyrockets, you’re the exception.
So there is the scheme the whisper-campaign calls mini-galt. Most of us – most of me – can’t stop working. Most of us, even if we had a little more padding five years ago, are now living paycheck to paycheck. Going galt is a dream we can’t indulge in when it comes to stopping work and starving the beast of taxes.
BUT we can starve the beast in another way. Look, it’s only because we’re Americans that this is even a consideration. A lot of people would say we’re nuts, spending money we shouldn’t on entertainment.
But I grew up with Heinlein who advised that when broke you should budget luxuries first. Over two periods of being utterly broke as an adult, I found this was true. If we didn’t do it, life got to feeling like an utter slog, and then we’d do stuff like buy a paperback and pay it back by eating pancakes for dinner for a week.
Besides, if you are a little less broke than that – and heck you’re so busy, I know – you probably go out to eat once or twice a month just because you can’t possibly be everywhere at once. For me, this takes the form of stopping by Carl’s Junior for the special or something along those lines.
Well, in mini-galt you don’t do that. To avoid the sudden need to pick up something, you cook double for some meals and freeze it, or you learn to love omelets. (I’m doing both.) And as for the “big fun” you just don’t do it. In full disclosure, my family is going to have one glorious last fling to celebrate my 50th and younger boy’s 18th – but after that we’re not even driving to Denver unless there’s some reason like meeting a friend. Gas is expensive. Eating out is expensive. Museums are expensive. We’re sitting tight.
But Sarah, you said, didn’t you say that you needed to budget some fun or life becomes an endless slog?
Well, two things – first yeah, sure, but wait and see, the left will give us enough reason to buy-cott some entertainment. For instance, they’re frothing at the mouth at Applebys for having said if Obama won it would have to lay off people. Papa John’s pizza is having a similar problem.
Also, rediscover your friends. If they live close enough by, go to each other’s house to eat. It can be done. And hey, you’re going to need each other when things go pear shaped.
And over it all, feel the warmth of the certainty that you’re starving the beast. Yes, you’re also starving some businesses, but that can’t be helped, and anyway, they – like you – can’t hold on very long this way. A crisis is preferable to the slow-boil. Of course you’ll feel better if the businesses you normally patronize are leftist (ours are, because we live in a city.)
Doing this will save you money which you’ll need AND will help you not lie flat, even when your mind turns back to everyday business.
The other part of the mini galt, also come to me three times now in the whisper campaign, is the one people say “won’t do any good.”
Don’t bet on it. It might very well even change the editorial trends (though I doubt it.)
Media and entertainment betrayed the nation big time this election. What’s more they’ve crawled through the institutions for three generations to do it. Yep, they even turned down better people, because they wanted to promote like thinkers. (No? Then how come it’s wall to wall to the left of Lenin. Yes, I’ve heard the argument that the left are just NATURALLY better artists and more creative. If you believe that, I have some swampland in FL you can have cheap. )
It’s time to take the same tactic to the extent we can. Yes, yes, the right is not like the left. It amused me yesterday to hear you guys extol Guy Gavriel Kay because I can’t read him. Yes, he’s an excellent writer. HOWEVER I grew up under Marxism and I’m overly sensitive to their spin on history and their distortions. Books go against the wall. His did – I don’t even remember which. Someone had given it to me for my birthday… sixteen years ago?
But we’re more tolerant. Heck, even I am. I love some author’s mysteries, despite their obvious politics. Part of this is because we HAD to get used to reading the left and ignoring the nonsense. They weren’t letting anything else through.
Now let that sink in for a minute: they weren’t letting anything else through. So we bought what they wanted us to.
Think about it. Doesn’t it make you mad? Maybe it only makes those of us who were trying to break in at the same time mad.
However, it’s time to get mad. Don’t lie flat.
Your budget is limited, anyway, right? So, for those lefties’ books, movies, games? Wait and buy them used. You can still enjoy it, but you won’t be subsidizing them.
Will they feel it? I think so. As I said, I know a lot more about how tight things are there than you do. Will it break them? Well… it might make them a little poorer, a little more in contact with reality. If some of them are stealthing (I guarantee about half of them are) they might even give up the masquerade even if they have to go indie.
Yes, I know you feel dirty doing that. I do. “They’re entitled to their opinion.” — Of course they are. But the publishing establishment has made sure their opinion is the only one you hear, and these people most of them are in a bubble and think they’re enlightening the benighted.
If they’re right and our money is negligible to their wealth, then they won’t feel it, but at least you’ll know you’re not contributing to the propagation of a unified front of lies. And if they feel it, perhaps they’ll wake up. Call it an alarm clock service.
Needless to say, you should also be preparing. Maybe there won’t be a big crash, but I think we’re going to hit hard. Or rather, we’re going to have multiple, localized crashes and it will be both not as bad and way worse than you expect (I’ll blog on this tomorrow, when I’m less feverish.) For now?
Don’t lie flat.
(I’m doing a different post over at Mad Genius Club. One on comfort reads. It will be up in half an hour or so.)