One of the most charming insults since I came out of the political closet going on 12 to 14 years ago was that I was “a little peculiar.” It was said by a Britisher of course, and it was charming and almost endearing compared to the bilge, sewer water and outright maligning that’s come my way.
Weirdly I haven’t lost ALL my talent. That’s normally what happens first. But there are a few holdouts on that side (mostly those who have read me) who say I can still write I’ve just gone insane, peculiar or sold out. (Oh, that last is charming too. Like there’s money on our side. Okay, there is, but it’s from the public, not the easy, have a packet of cash from a supporting billionaire.)
OTOH I’ve been informed I’m retarded because I retain my accent (moved here after the age of 18, so it’s fairly normal) or because I typo like I breathe. (Dyslexic. In every language I speak.) Hilariously some of the world brains claiming that don’t realize I’m ESL.
I’m not saying this to complain. (TRULY) It doesn’t hurt. Not even when I laugh (and I laugh a lot.) But all of the above is the mildest that’s been thrown at me.
I’ve been accused of crimes real and imaginary, including of having been part of a tyrannical government that fell when I was 11. I’ve been accused of being a Nazi sympathizer as well as racist, sexist and homophobic of course. I have been told I hate Asians (how anyone who reads my books can think that is beyond me. I do, however, dislike dragon-shifter gangsters. Be aware of that.)
It got so bad that at one time my kids were playing online with their gamer group which is international — keep in mind they were under assumed names, as all gamers are. I think my kids have ten handles each at least — when they suddenly heard my name bandied around as this terrible horrible bigot person who wanted to hurt women writers and keep them from being published, and who was probably violent. They decloaked, beat the others around the room and left the group.
Again, not saying this for pity or to whine. At this point all of this is situation normal, as is the fact I have to keep my current address secret including the state I’m in (I figure it will come out in no less than three years. Enough people know the state and city and fandom TALKS. But I’ll keep it quite the next two years if I can.) Because some cartoon characters find SWATing funny. And because some cartoon characters with power and the dem illusion of invulnerability think cutting out the internet access of opponents is a great idea. (Here’s my middle finger, Polis.)
I’m used to this now. I wouldn’t know what to do if tomorrow I started being treated as everyone else. I’d probably check the obituaries to see if I’d died and not noticed.
The point is, and what’s important here: THIS IS THE PRICE YOU PAY TO BE OUT AS BEING TO THE RIGHT OF LENIN.
And this is as a 3rd light in science fiction and mildly amusing blogger.
But I’m educated (ooh, boy. And other useless things) well read, an artist (ah, not really, but a passable craftswoman) and an immigrant from a schrodingerly Latin country (It’s Latin when it suits them) so I’m obviously and clearly someone who should belong to them. Since I insist on staying outside the fence and doing a cha cha at the sheep within, it can’t be tolerated and everything plus the Elon Twitter sink must be thrown at my head.
Imagine how larger the price is if you’re someone who opposes them in politics?
Particularly if you’re a woman, black, a New Yorker, or someone who is rich and successful and has been submerged and passing his whole life as being on the left. (I’ve come to the conclusion Trump, like me, was in the closet for political reasons. It’s how you become that peculiar.)
I think the price is higher, and what you become, overnight, unbeknownst to yourself even, is much much worse.
And when I say it doesn’t hurt and I’m not complaining: It’s true now. But the first …. six years after coming out of the closet were rough. People I loved despite our different opinions suddenly and out of the blue savaged me. People I thought were friends stabbed energetically. Professional contacts complained of the pain and angst of working with such a terrible character (my favorite being the ex-Baen-proofreader who talked about how hard it was to proof my vile, politics laden books. She left before DST. So it was Draw One In The Dark And Gentleman Takes a Chance. Not that any of the others are politics laden, but I could see that there is a libertarian slip showing in the DST series. But…. SHIFTERS?) Just every morning was more or less “What fresh hell is this?” It’s still happening, now of course because I won’t swallow the fraud. Even people nominally on our side — who apparently believe that Biden got the most votes in a presidential election ever, and was the president who is so popular that he lost almost nothing in midterms and that all these years it was Obama dragging him down (think on that a minute. Say it with a straight face) — are now doing the “distance and throw things at her” some of them having started before the election (things that make you go “um”) –are still doing this now and then.
So, you know. it’s okay. I’m used to it. But dear Lord, I know and can sense how much worse it is above.
No, this isn’t a sympathy for Trump thing. You can have it or not, I don’t care. Until fraud is out your opinion — and mine — don’t matter. It’s a “Yeah, he’s peculiar. A lot of our champions are/were peculiar. AND WHO ELSE DO YOU THINK YOU’LL GET?”
Humans are social apes. Over the last 100 years the leftist pov was enforced so strenuously that to go against it was to step outside the ape-band. Or at least it was in everyone’s perception.
This might no longer be true, with the band itself, but it is true with any of those in the band that screech. All the media, all the entertainment, all the education, even political figures who are supposedly not on the left, will revile you, make fun of you, and discount your intelligence the minute you announce you don’t buy into the left’s beliefs and oh, yeah, you’re anti-communist.
(The inverse is true. Occasional Cortex, a woman who can find her own ass with two hands, a seeing eye dog and ass-finding GPS 2 times out of ten is universally applauded as smart and a trend setter.)
TO STEP OUT AT ALL you must be pretty peculiar, in the sense that you’ve stopped immersing yourself and trying to fit in with the other apes. You’ve stopped scratching when they do and howling when the etiquette dictates. You’ve had enough of it. Having thought about it and come to the conclusion you have to follow your own internal prompts, you have in a way stopped being part of the band. That’s peculiar for a social ape. In fact it’s downright insane.
It’s also useful when the band as a whole is determined to do stupid things (like the one child policy, or “green” energy or jumping off a cliff, or become whatever the current version of the dems is: Mao-eco-facist, at an approximation.) They need these peculiar, standing out apes to move them to a course where the band will survive.
But until the wheel turns completely, the ones who stand out and try to push us away from the precipice will be weird. They will have peculiarities other than “disagrees politically.” (Usually fairly harmless. Ted Cruz quotes science fiction movies and books and can’t read a room to save his life. Probably literally. It’s a wonder he survived this long as a politician.)
They will also not be great as politicians. Smooth career politicians are unlikely to step that far out of the “mainstream” even when the mainstream is running around with pants on its head making choo choo noises. Whatever else politicians are, they’re highly social. Now, there might be some geniuses out there, who are politicians and genuine goats and under cover, but probably not a large number of them..
The time is late. The danger is very real.
All our champions will be peculiar. And if you keep screaming at them with the rest of the band and saying “You’re peculiar” then you won’t get any.
I don’t mean to say we must run Trump. Again, who we run makes no difference until we get the fraud out. Certainly not for national offices.
BUT if we want people, particularly people of money and fame — howdy, Elon, hey — to stand up against the establishment, we must stand against the establishment. We must not revile them.
If they’re going to get bilge from both sides, why would anyone sane stand out? (Sane for a definition of can see the train coming at speed.)
It’s my theory if the times weren’t so bad and crazy, we’d have NO ONE with any power and influence. Heck, we might not have me.
This is completely different from the way the other side treats their weird (and considering how they’re the voice of the pack it’s amazing how many rank weirdos they have. And I mean rank) members: I submit Beto, the fake Latin, and Tank Abrahams the crazy fake governor of Georgia. Do they revile them? Even when they do or say the craziest things? Nope. They pet them, love them, call them George and suggest they run for president.
And this when their weird members have far less excuse both in a “stand outside the pack” way and in a “so stressful to have all your friends turn on you” way.
So… Put down that handful of poo, and think before you join the bien pensant in hurling it at the champions of the right. And give them room to sometimes be weird or say strange things (and in this I’m including Cruz, deSantis, etc.) without immediately turning on them.
Paranoia is a perfectly sane reaction to growing up surrounded by foes. But it can be exaggerated. I realize not giving people another chance to stab you is a good thing. But count out the first two. The first is happenstance, the second is coincidence. (And this doesn’t mean going after people on words said sometimes reported out of context, but on real, verifiable deeds.)
Stand down. Don’t kill the weirdo. He or she might be your only chance at getting out of this bind.