Alive and REALLY hope to do a chapter of Witch’s Daughter, but RL has ambushed me as it does.
So in the meantime, I’ll leave you with some stuff:
This was written by a friend. I don’t think it will be that bad, at least not for most of us, but when things go bad, they tend to be erratic, and some places this might very well happen. It’s a good response to your blithe leftist friends who think (still) that their side is all rainbows and unicorn farts.
And yesterday I got so pissed at a smug leftist (is there any other kind?) on the book of faces that I was tempted into poetry. Unlike my friend, I don’t have a gift for poetry in English. It’s completely different in Portuguese, of course. In fact, my accent is in part because I don’t “get” the right rhythm for the language.
You With The Fist Upraised
How dare you?
How dare you in the clear light of day
Display a symbol under which 100 million
Were sent into the dark of mass graves
But it’s a black power fist! you say
What black power?
Under the fist black people were killed
For being black by that murderous psycho, Che
Students were killed for being students
Poor farmers were killed because Che liked it
Under the fist black people in Africa
Were crucified and starved and raped
By communist guerillas
Under the fist Asian people were shot
For wearing glasses and knowing how to read
But it’s a gay power fist, you say
Under the fist gay people died
At the hands of the psychopath Che
And are still jailed in Cuba today
As for what happened to them
Under communist guerillas in Africa?
Don’t ask. You’ll sleep better.
But the fist is against capitalism
Socialism and communism are better for people of color
And women and gays
I hoist the fist because I meanTo provide for all of them
Oh, thank you, great white savior!
Because we people who tan
Just like people of different sexual orientations
That our particular difference
From the white heterosexual males meant
We had no agency
Or rational, individual thought
And we’d never imagine
That the system of trading what we have
For what we want was evil for us specifically
Or that the system that raised more people
Out of famine and poverty than any other
Was uniquely forbidden to us
We’re glad you’re here
To tell us what we need
Without you we’d never guess
That we’re supposed to be killed in batch lots
Such as in China, Russia, Cambodia, Korea
We’d never have guessed we’re supposed
To be ruled by petty insane dictators
Such as in China, Cuba, Venezuela, North Korea
And we certainly wouldn’t understand
That being brown or having off-beat sexual lives
We were meant to starve
Such as in Cuba, Venezuela, North Korea
Without you, with the fist upraised
We’d never have guessed
Our rights and our abilities
Are less than those of other humans
Then there’s this, from Synova, of course:
And this, because we, Heinlein’s Heretics (think about it. Consider the woke cult) also have a proud history. And we must make our names to shine. The Lieutenant expects it.
Be not afraid. We have work to do.