When I was starting out in writing, the common advice was “you’re in charge of your career.”

I have no idea why that was the common advice, since as a beginning or pre-published writer you had almost no agency.

Note I didn’t say you have no agency. There were things you could do or refuse to do that could help or destroy your career.

Like, for instance, if you refused to learn, or refused to read how-to books, for some inexplicable reason, you’d be locked out of the language that the editors and agents talked, with the obvious knock-on consequence that when you were asked for a bigger book, you’d think they meant a longer one.

Or you could refuse to send your publisher what they asked for, for reasons good or bad.

Or you could refuse to stay fired and like an insane person spend the next several months spending the publishers proposals until they broke and bought something.

But this wasn’t being in charge of your career. You had no control over how good a cover you got, what distribution you got, or even if your agent was lying to you about sending things out (happened to me, twice.)

So in the end, what you had was what you had. Other people in charge of your career. People who could — and did — inexplicably, based on a rumor you didn’t even know about, decide you hated them, and therefore they would destroy you. (Again, happened to me.)

Telling someone in that situation that they’re “in charge of their career” is literally the equivalent of telling a person with no legs to run a marathon. They might be able to — given a wheelchair or prosthesis — be individually motile, but they’re not going to be running marathons or trying out for the olympics.

In traditional publishing, you literally needed your publisher’s buy in that you could be a bestseller to even get close to it.

The buy in wasn’t enough. I know names, which no I’m not going to give, which were pushed as hard as it’s humanly possible and whose sales are probably lower than mine.

So, yeah, there was some “agency” there (not as in literary agency) that when push came you had to be ready for it. Kind of like ‘when the wind blows your way, you’d better have the sails.” Which is great, provided you understand the wind might never blow your way.

And this is not even in terms of “Well, you’re the wrong political color” (which they might or might not have ferreted through my camouflage, but by the way trying to figure out if they did is a good way to drive yourself insane. Yeah, the trail was there, if they’d looked, but most people don’t invest that long analyzing a new author, even if he/she works for them.) It can simply be “he’s weird for our circles” (And trad pub was incredibly provincial) and we don’t think anyone will like him.

How much difference did the publisher buy-in make?

Well, here’s the thing, tying in with the comment above: Terry Pratchett, whom I found when he had just started out because someone in Colorado Springs went to England regularly, bought his books and — when getting back — sold them to the used bookstore, didn’t do very well in the US for ten years.

Now, I’ll admit he got much better as he went on, but I liked his first book well enough I had an alert on when his books came in. (Yes, even used, it meant we ate pancakes for a week.)

So, why was he selling practically nothing? Or 6 to7k copies per book, which back then was practically nothing?

Well… Covers, distribution, push.

He sold about what I sold, because he was in the stuff the book reps showed bookstores after all the pushed books and said “you can also order these.” So he had a book or maybe two per store, and if someone found them/if they were ever shelved/if they weren’t shoplifted he might sell half the laydown.

And then he changed agent (literary agent) and publisher. And suddenly he was selling 100k copies, and the publishers were no longer saying “Well, it’s British humor. Americans don’t like it” because obviously Americans did.

That’s the difference it made.

There was absolutely nothing — there probably still isn’t, even with indie — I can do by myself to give my self that kind of boost.

So when old pros said “you’re in charge of your career” it was good to understand this had huge limitations. Sure, I could hire/fire agents. I did. Never lucked out into one who was amazingly behind me. I could sell to other publishers, provided they liked what I was offering. I could learn their language and read the how to books to figure out what they were looking for. (How to write a bestseller was always “How to write a book your publisher or agent might identify as a bestseller. Because you needed the publisher/agent buy in, so that came first.) And you could — and oh, boy, many people did — kill your career dead. Like, you know, attacking someone or outing yourself as a conservative. (grin.)

Now, here’s the thing: we have more latitude in indie. And it’s harder to kill a career dead. partly because the buying public is a huge group. So whatever you do has less effect. It’s unlikely all your readers know each other and attend the same parties, so if you call a name to one of them it’s unlikely all the others will hear about it. Or know the details to be so sure you’re in the wrong.

But that works the other way too. You can advertise. You can have a podcast. You can hire a skywriter. But your growth will be small and incremental and your best bet is to work for the long tail.

Unless a miracle occurs, which it does sometimes, but is not under your control.

So, you see, I had a similar problem in 2020. I watched the world fall off into an abyss of insanity, and I kept thinking I should be able to stop it, I should be able to pull things back onto a rational course, if I yelled loud enough.

Turns out it’s not how that works, either. I’m not in sole control of the world sanity. Which is good, considering the number of clown noses around.

So what can you do?

In writing as in life, you can do what you can do. Carve out your little area of agency, control and sanity. Like, I have this blog, and I have continuously learning to do things better/do more things.

And keep on doing what you can. Everything you can.

Because, yes, if the miracle occurs, you want to be in a position to act on it. And if it doesn’t, you’ll have done all you can.

Agency has limits, but so has despair. And preparing to take advantage of opportunities (or respond to necessities) is the best antidote for despair.

Hello, fellow humans. I’m doing righteous battle with a shifter short story, in which the following phrase has just been typed “there are going to be a lot of babies in the morgue any minute now.” And this doesn’t mean the babies are dead.

Okay, it’s probably not a short story, since it’s at 10k words and not finished.

However, we’ve reached the point in “how dirty my house is” (you really don’t want to know. let’s just say certain people of fuzzitude have tracked litter everywhere and there’s litteriness up with which I will not put.)

So, you know, the world is dirty and I must clean:

Unfortunately (?) nuking from orbit is probably not an option.

So, instead it’s a quest. I’ll go and clean, and then finish the story.

See you tomorrow. (I’d say more anon, but this is not anon. This is me.)

That is not me, because it’s male, but if it were female, it would be me going in search of the mythical land of clean.

Okay, see you tomorrow. Don’t destroy the blog.

I’m not going to say anything bad about Scott Adams. Most of these cultural figures make no sense at all to me, anyway, since I march to the tune of my own kettle of fish. I mean, Dilbert was funny… sometimes. Though maybe that had to do with the fact I was never cube-farmed.

I’m going to say up front and no mistake that he should not have been cancelled for saying what he did. Turn it around. If he were calling for “safe spaces” for black people, it would essentially be the same thing, and he’d be lionized.

What I’m going to say is that Rasmussen has been mighty funny recently. (I have nothing against DeSantis. He’s okay for a career politician. He’s head and shoulders about the current clown show. But you know, I live in the hinterlands not in Florida, and I talk to real people, including my plumbers and people who mow the lawn, and you know what? DeSantis isn’t — even with the entire Trump DeSantis death match in the news — even a bump on their recognition. The answer to DeSantis is “who?” and maybe for the more politically aware “Oh, yeah, the guy in Florida.” Meanwhile, you drive any distance out of a major city and farmers have HANDPAINTED billboards for Trump lining their land. They took time off whatever to do those. So when Rasmussen reported that DeSantis was way up above Trump for 2024, I rolled my eyes hard. He is. If you talk to the right commentariat, because even those who ended up supporting Trump were embarrassed by him. He’s so “crass” and “populist”. But the real people? DeSantis is Jeb!) And therefore, I’m going to roll to disbelieve on the whole 47% of black people don’t think it’s okay to be white.

First of all, polls are always bizarre. Even back when they were (or were treated as) trustworthy, to figure out if they meant what you think they meant, you’d have to do a deep dive not just into internals: who was polled, when, how were the polls administered, if phone, how were the phone number collected, etc. etc. etc. but into things that are a lot harder to quantify like “What tone of voice did your pollster use?” and did they express some kind of reaction (even just changes in breathing) to previous answers?

Humans are social apes. We not only respond to social signs we don’t even know exist — like a barely perceptible change in breathing from the other person, over the phone — but we want the person we’re talking to to like us. Even oddkins like me. We, without even knowing we’re doing it, (again) will change the tone of our answers or even our not carefully considered opinions to fit in with the crowd. This makes sense because the defiantly pink dyed monkeys left no descendants, not even us.

So, you know, when a poll touts that 47% of black people in America have problems with “it’s okay to be white” I roll to disbelieve. I roll to disbelieve pretty hard in fact.

Particularly since the statement itself is clear as mud. For whom is it okay to be white? People born white, or people of other races? And what is meant by “be white”. I mean, if I stay strictly out of the sun, I can have a pale color approximating my husband’s but why more olive. So, I’m a little pale green olive. Unripe maybe. OTOH get a touch of the sun, or be healthy, and the neighbors start asking what race I am. (Not actually a joke. Sigh. And they all look puzzled at “Human, probably.”) So, Is it okay for me to be white in appearance? Oh, heck no. The one time I came closest I was so severely hypothyroidal I was dying.

Is it okay for black people (or other races) to “be white” in actions? Well, it depends on what is meant by that. I mean, we’ve heard that white peepo are responsible for everything from global warming to the heartbreak of psoriasis, so a lot of people will say “no.” Instinctively. (Again) Without thinking.

Or did they interpret it as “it’s okay for me — personally — to act white” and was their answer “Heck, no, my brother in law will kill me, alas.”

So, you see, without knowing a lot of things we don’t know, including how the voice of the interviewer (if it was via voice. I really have no time to poke, though I’m sure my commenters will) and its tones, I can’t say if that poll is valid. This goes double for online polls which are so ridiculously gameable it’s not funny.

What I do know is that for the last ten years or so, it has been a project of the left to create an apartheid state. They sell it to people of color as “safe” and have apparently to moving to selling it to whites as “get away from them.”

Let’s face it, the left is the side of eugenics. They never change (see them being upset we’re not aborting all “defectives.”) Of course they don’t like our large, fractious, multi-racial intermarrying society. And of course they want to separate the races and imaginary races. (Latin isn’t a race. It’s a culture, really. Yes, we generally can tan, but that’s not the point. I have more in common in terms of upbringing with a person from Cuba than with one from England, and that’s the only point. Of course, people grow and change and culture can be superseded on the individual level. (it just hurts like a bugger. And weird traces remain. Like the chinelo-chancla. I must teach this magic to DIL and almost DIL should they spawn.).)

Anyway, the left wants us separated, because it’s easy to manipulate separate groups that separate due to visible differences. This allows them to use one group as a threat against the other and operate in the environment of irrational hatred they prefer.

So, getting that conclusion from the poll, even if the poll is accurate? It’s stupid. It’s not racist. It doesn’t make the person cancellable. It makes the person a conventional thinker, which to be fair, is how one makes lots of money with a comic strip. By appealing to a bucketload of people. Which is easier if you think along the same lines as most people. (This has nothing to do with IQ. I have reason to think Scott Adams qualifies for Mensa. It’s more the personality and lines of your thought. Also note it’s me saying he’s conventional. I think in inverted, upsidown, abolished tangents. So it doesn’t mean much in general.)

If that poll is 100% accurate, I have another solution. And it is far more upsetting the left. (Trust me on this.)

I suggest we stop talking about race. No race anything in polls. As a category, it stops existing. You don’t get better or more poorly treated because of your race. So you can tan? Good for you. From now on we consider it the same as having blonde or brown hair. It’s there, but it doesn’t mean much of anything. And then we see where that leads.

For one, it’s FAR more accurate to reality. Most American blacks, unless of recent (Like last couple of generations) African ancestry are basically Caucasian. I laughed my ass off at Angela Davis finding out she’s “white” and everyone being shocked. I mean, seriously people, that bitch is lighter than 80% of my cousins, and has fewer African features than I do. Of course she’s mostly white. Except in her head… No, wait, her head is also 100% white, being filled with the excreta of Marxism, put out by that white male, Marx.

And you know, the other day Biden said the quiet part aloud when he said he was “on the side” of Blacks, because he liked being on the winning side. That wasn’t just Biden being Biden. The idiots have a whole mythology in which the “global South” wins, because it has so many more people, and so, white people are a thing of the past and….

Only very pale Anglo Saxons can look at the world and decide that white people are a tiny minority. This is because they’re considering anyone who tans another race.

Funny thing is that they don’t consider themselves other races. I mean, they might think their nationality is a race. (Most of the world does.) BUT if you ask them, most of them will tell you they’re white. In Africa this gets outright funny. For instance, Obama’s paternal side considered themselves Arabs, not black. Think about it.

And yeah, some of it is actual for real racism. It’s the taking “white culture” i.e. the Western Civilization that is still dominant, despite the termites within it as “being white” and people wanting to be that. But some of it is because race doesn’t make a heck of a lot of sense. Put me on a beach for a month, give me a perm, and I look way more “black” than Angela Davis. (not that I have more black genes than she does. at the 16% contribution from Congo, I’d say we’re about equal.) Because looks aren’t the thing.

While there are some genetics associated with times and places and isolated populations — for instance I berserk, thank you the 2% Scandinavian (Norwegian, specifically.) — that doesn’t necessarily show in looks. According to my 23andme I have a never end of cousins on mom’s side who look like stereotypical California blonds. We share the same genes (a portion of them) but you’d never guess it.

More importantly in the US most of us are some vague light tan. “Black” people — and note there’s a lot of Angela Davis’ — are 15%. Trying to incite a race war means you want black people to die. Which, to be honest, would also be standard Democrat SOP.

So race defined by skin color and features so vague you know them when you see them, is a ridiculous way to mete out benefits or punishment. And it’s absolutely of no interest to a rational, civilized nation.

It is, however, a great, arbitrary way to enforce division which favors Marxists. Hence the left’s unclean love with it.

If any poll seems to favor that I roll to disbelieve.

And my prescription for ending racial hatred remains the same: Stop talking about it.

Every person of every race is descended from slaves and slavers, from rapists and raped, from murderers and murdered, from Lords and peasants, from idiots and geniuses, from monsters and saints.

We’re all humans. Ultimately that’s the best and the worst we can say for all of us.

Any person of good will, working to preserve civilization and beat back the gnawing worm of Marxist is my brother and sister. And I couldn’t care less how well or badly you tan.

As all of you know I have vices. To be specific, when tired or overwhelmed I read stuff that while not itself bad (even the strange ones) is the equivalent of burning spare cycles.

This varies with the level of depression. If mildly depressed, but mostly tired and not feeling great, I read Jane Austen fanfic, back to back. Its great for those middle-of-the-night-can’t-sleep jags. And doesn’t give you nightmares after. If more depressed than that, I go to true crime. More depressed than that and it’s UFOs and stupid alternate prehistory. If I hit the absolute bottom, I read about dinosaurs. That’s all.

Anyway, lately, it’s just being sick and mildly out of it, and therefore I’ve been reading Austen fanfic. Mosty pride and Prejudice variations. Now these vary from great to terrible. Mostly I read the good and great. And their virtue when I feel out of it is that they’re predictable. You just get to see what the writer did with your familiar characters. Imagine it as if people got to reincarnate again and again in the same life, these are like imagining all the paths they’d take.

I’m reading a current one that’s both good an terrible. It’s good if you presume that the writer doesn’t understand economics and has no idea how rich we — even those of us who are relatively poor — all are.

So I have to ignore both characters acting out of character — which is forgivable, as it’s often the point of the story — and doing things that would never work in their time.

So, you know, we have (Those who don’t know Pride and Prejudice, ignore the specifics, it still makes sense.) Colonel Fitzwilliam, second son of an Earl. He’s in the House Guard. I endure a lot of stories where people decide the military at the time worked like the military now, and that the Colonel is a war hero. Whatever. In the novel, it’s obvious he’s mostly decorative, and he tells the main character he has to marry a woman with at least 50,000 pounds dowry, since he’s has expensive habits. (It might PARTLY be a joke, to warn the girl off having any interest in him.)

Anyway, fine, whatever. But in this novel, the Colonel doesn’t like the army and has a passion for…. wait for it… woodwork. He uses Mr. Darcy’s townhouse workshop (every townhouse has a workshop, apparently) to make… pretty little wood boxes.

When he falls in love with Kitty, the second youngest sister of the main (female) character of P & P, he gets disowned by his father, but it’s okay, because he can go into business and make these little boxes, and become rich, as all the merchants are getting rich. (Like Kitty’s uncle who lives in sight of his “extensive warehouses.”) As further certainty they’ll be fine, well, Kitty sells designs for dresses to an elegant modiste, so you know…

I’m still reading it, by which you have to assume the writer is a very good writer on the writing end of the business, because the setup makes no sense whatsoever.

Now, could a couple today in which he made beautiful, handmade crafty wooden boxes and she designed unique dresses could do very well. Oh, probably not become rich. Certainly nothing on the level of what a son of an Earl in those days could expect, but a decent middle-middle class life.

A lot of us make livings from something like, like this blog and a few novels.

But the thing is: OUR TIME IS NOT THEIRS.

Our time is rich, ridiculously rich. People can afford to pay a premium for things like beautiful little boxes and lovely dresses. A lot of them can, because, get this, we get the necessities very cheaply.

Now, keep in mind I don’t by most of my clothes new. Some, now and then, but most of my clothes come from thrift stores. of course, that means I CAN because people can afford to buy new clothes while the “old” ones are still in great shape. And they donate them, they don’t even sell them.

I know how ridiculous this is, because I grew up in a poor country in the 20th century. Most people had maybe two or three changes of clothing. Most people made their own clothes…

Could you have made a decent living in Portugal from that kind of crafty endeavor? Maybe? But it wouldn’t be a very good living. And you’d need some kind of access to very rich people to have a steady customer basis.

In the Regency? Seriously? They’d be paupers. They might not starve, but they wouldn’t do great. Unless people made it a novelty to buy boxes made by the son of an earl.

Because whatever the idiots say about inequality in our time, there were very few people in the regency rich enough to just buy little wooden boxes for the heck of it, because they were pretty. This is because even the rich in the Regency didn’t have money for that kind of thing. Yes, they wore expensive clothes and did great display parties, but that was part of their business and the way to climb in society. Sure, they might buy a pretty little box, but they weren’t going to pay a big premium for it. Because craftsmen were everywhere, and labor was cheap. In fact I could see lovely little wooden boxes being made by some apprentice in a workshop from leftover stuff, for extra pocket money.

The thing is craftsmen were not major businessmen. The big money in the regency, the people who became rich enough to compete with the nobility of birth, were import-exporters or owners of big factories. They were the people working on making the things everyone wanted/needed cheaper.

Because a society that has just risen above the hand-to-mouth of no-extra-capital needs the essentials. It is only those who are rich who want the cute little thing that’s completely uneeded but makes you feel happy. They’re the only ones willing to pay for it.

If you’ve ever bought something because you heard about it and you thought “oh, that’s cool” or because you were browsing booths at a county fair (or a science fiction con) and found…. a cute box, or a pretty necklace, much more expensive than something that would fulfill the same function but mass produced? And you bought it? Congratulations. You’re as rich as Lords and Ladies in the regency.

If you make a living of your crafts, your bespoke clothing, your writing, your non-essential good that enhances people’s lives?

Congratulations. No matter if that life isn’t the thing that an Earl’s son would be happy with but just “average” middle class living? Congratulations. You live in the richest society the world has ever seen. And this is why you’re allowed to “follow your passion” or whatever it is, and do your thing and sell it for enough to live off of.

All the crazy-children “anti capitalists” and mentally-slow, brain washed communists who think smashing this engine of prosperity — in the name of equity or the environment or whatever their cause is today — will give them the chance to “follow their passion” or do their poems, or art or craft instead of working for a living, have the same economic understanding as the person writing this book.

In their world, wealth just exists, and everyone has always been as rich as we are. without the industrial revolution, without the improvements of (real) science and industry, without the labor of countless people working for their own individual interest. And everyone, always, could make a living from their ‘passion’ and be rewarded for it, regardless of how close to the bone the society was, and what a struggle it was for most people to survive.

And they will destroy all this wealth, all this fortunate society, the result of the labor of generations, chasing a dream in which everything is free.

It won’t last, of course. Their imaginary paradise can’t subsist. even on other lands, communism only managed bare subsistence level because America was free enough to be an engine of innovation and wealth such as the world has never seen. And by our charity and our misguided attempt to keep people we thought could destroy us (it’s doubtful they could) from getting desperate, and simply by making food so cheap and abundant, we fed those societies and kept them going (Sometimes at three removes.)

Destroy America and it won’t last. There is no one else to feed America. Even if we took over the nearby countries, they wouldn’t have a hope of feeding us.

An “American Empire” is impossible because in the Imperial system the center lives from the colonies. And no one is big enough or productive enough to feed us. (No, buying from people or paying them for their work is not what I mean. They live from us as much as we from them. Something China has forgotten at her own risk.)

So, it won’t last. But the breakage we’re headed for — even if we escape a butcher’s bill — what a massive destruction it will entail, and the labor of how many generations will it consume.

Prepare, prepare, prepare. Not just to survive the crash they’re bringing about, but to rebuild once they sink everything.

And in the future, make sure they know to teach their children well. Economics most of all. Because TANSATAAFL, and people don’t live on nothing.

And speaking of living on nothing: Available from Amazon today:

Barbarella: The Center Cannot Hold #1

A friend’s company has sent out an order for people to declare his pronouns in his signature line….

So there was a discussion about this. And neither of us can understand it. Because you know, the only time you use someone’s pronouns is when the person is being talked about in the third person.

(And don’t get me started on they/them: I want you to refer to me in the most generic terms possible, and as though I had multiple personalities. It’s…. cute is a word for it. Mentally defective is another. But mostly it’s lazy and imitative.)

This suddenly made sense in my head and in only one way: these are people who are…. well, terrified of everything they can’t control.

They probably know they’re a bit insane and maybe ridiculous. They’re afraid you’ve noticed. And they’re afraid you’ll talk about them behind their back. So they’re trying to control how you talk about them.

As someone who grew up in a village (do they still think “it takes a village” is a good thing?) I can tell them they have absolutely no control over this. Even if they make it a law you have to call them by the pronouns they insist you use, people will talk: in their houses, in their cars, while walking down the street, in letters, etc. And they will call you whatever they please. “That asshole” might be the lightest you get away with if you mandate they use pronouns. “They them asshole” might be part of it. AND THERE IS NO GOVERNMENT however totalitarian that has ever stopped people talking, or worse people laughing at things that are ridiculous. if you don’t believe me, look up Soviet Humor. Heck, people could use the exact words you want and raise an eyebrow to make other people dissolve in laughter.
What are you going to do about that?

In fact “trying to control” is the bog standard definition of the current left. They (/them) might think of themselves as bold revolutionaries, striking one for the oppressed and saving the world from paternalistic male oppression or whatever, but they’re really fragile souls living with the fear that somehow, somewhere, someone is doing something they disapprove of.

From economics to literature, from art to fiction, from news reporting to well…. everything, including what you say in the privacy of your own home, these people have a complete passion for control.

You must all be sock puppets doing precisely what they tell you to, nothing more, nothing less. JUST what they do.

One gets the feeling that they either were never told no as a kid, and have the ego’s illusion that the entire world is under their control/and or are terrified it isn’t or they never outgrew playing dolls, and want to make the voices for everyone else.

I want to assure them that even in the old village, as small as it as was, you couldn’t stop outright lies being told. The best I could do was make them interesting. So I would put in fake hints about what was going on to make it more interesting. And then they’d propagate that — often insane — version.

They can’t control us. This is a fight they can’t win. However, they can make it very unpleasant for us while they’re trying it.

And unfortunately the only way we can avoid a full butcher’s bill is to make them realize they are alone and they’re not winning this. And to make them realize that we need to pierce their cultish self-delusion.

You know what that means, right?

On the count of three, everyone point and laugh.

The problem with the DIE (Diversity inclusion, equity (WHY would I use their order to obscure what they are?)) proposals is that they’re the French revolution’s answer to problems no one in America really has or has ever had, and certainly problems no on in the US has had in living memory time.

So, to explain, the reason that the French tried to establish EQUALITY not before the law but of results is that they were overthrowing millennia of purposeful, legal discrimination.

In that, they were similar to the American revolution in that they were overthrowing established organization of society that, if you looked closely and squinted, went all the way back to the Roman occupation. The parts that were different from America is that America was reaching into a tradition of English law, arguably going all the way back to the Magna Carta, and that Americans had the advantage of doing it in a new land, where a few generations of hardscrabble and innovative living had knocked the bounds of the culture a bit, so it wasn’t hardened in place.

But you can see how at the dawn of the French revolution, looking at some of the serfs (I don’t remember if the villeins were still land-bound at that time in France, since the liberation spread throughout Europe at different times, after the Black Plague (and didn’t reach Russia till the twentieth century and in an unfortunate way)) who were basically slaves attached to the land and sold or inherited with the land, people who had been raised for centuries if not millenia in the idea that there were people naturally born their superiors and with the right to order them around, it was easy to think “Well, we have to knock all this off and make them have the same equal results to their lives, by law.”

It was probably the same as the Fraternite, which I have no clue how they meant to impose from above. And let’s not even mention liberte in conjunction with those two, unless you want to break your head.

Now, just because I understand how they got to that conclusion, it doesn’t mean it was right. In fact, it was probably the opposite of right and goes a long way towards explaining why France has remained a world power only in its own mind and why right now its greatest value is being parceled off willy nilly into retirement parcels for British and Germans.

Look, yeah, they were facing generations of being put down. And yes, of course family history has an influence on what people can or should achieve. Your parents’ traumas influence you, and chase you all your life. There’s a reason I was “born owing money” and feeling like I need to justify my existence. And my kids, too, to an extent. And there’s habits of my mind that limit my achievements. Like being really averse to financial risk.

So yeah, those families of serfs faced an uphill battle, mostly inside their minds. But here’s the thing: the revolution happened at all because the world was changing. Between the industrial revolution and the serious breaking of boundaries of the the Black Plague mortality, once the government-enforced-discrimination was removed, people would have figured it out. People would have — were already, to a great extent — found their way to better places, education, different work and more prosperous lives.

Trying to cut the generations of “getting to a decent place” by law simply meant enforcing a different type of discrimination, one that eventually fed Madame la Guillotine and various different forms of despotic or f*cked in the head government all the way to today’s socialists.

Because the government can’t do certain things. Basically anything that involves changing humans, healing humans, making humans into different creatures, even if that’s better, more empowered creatures.

You know the thing in the Bible about the sins of the fathers being visited on the children for seven generations. That’s an optimistic view, because each generations adds their own sins and their own trauma. No human has ever got through childhood without some trauma. Being the wrapped-in-cotton children of overprotective parents comes with a trauma of its own, as we have proof daily. All the triggered generations of oversensitive people are ultimately victims of that. And those who find their way to reproduction will pass something of that trauma to their kids, though I don’t know what.

The point being you can’t really guess what trauma each family is dealing with from social class, or generation, let alone skin color or general orientation of the children.

Which might be why our “equity” attempts are possibly the dumbest of them all. With spice and sugar on top.

No?

Look, at who’s covered by “equity”. Everyone but white males.

And what has brought it about? Well, the fact that after generations of mandated government discrimination in favor of everyone but white males, that vaunted and amazing “equality hasn’t been reached. Also, of course, the fact that every single leftist is a not so secret racist, sexist and homophobe. I.e. they think these people cannot possibly achieve, without government intervention. (And part of the reason they hate my guts with a burning passion. And those of other people like me. Because, honestly, if immigrant chick with zero contacts, writing in her third language can be published and achieve a following, why do people need the help of the great white saviors of government and philanthropy (or affirmative action publishing, and stupid awards for having a vagina or being able to tan) to get where they wish to go?)

Let’s think about it. Arguably the people with most claim to needing equity are those black Americans who are descended from slaves. Now, keep in mind, please, this is at this point not all of the American black population and probably not even a majority (hard to tell.) Take Obama please — I certainly don’t want him — not only doesn’t he have any American slave ancestors, but both sides of his family, regardless of color, were slave dealers and slave traders. Which you might say has a certain fearful symmetry. The same for Commie La Whorish who, to put the icing on that cake, isn’t black in the sense of having African ancestors. Well, not any more than the rest of us, at least if you believe the out of Africa hypothesis.

Anyway, you can sort of see where “descended from slaves” would be in the same position as the serf families in France after the revolution. “Been treated as things so long the entire family culture is corrupted and they’re held down in a unique way.”

Well, kind of right? Because that might have made sense immediately after manumission. Except that people, once the government wasn’t telling them they were things, picked up and moved to industrial states and found jobs. Save for government enforced discrimination, they were by and large getting better, becoming productive, joining the rest of the country.

The important thing there was removing the government-enforced discrimination (which was unconstitutional anyway) not bringing in stuff like “affirmative action” which is discrimination under a newer and more exciting cover. But it’s the same sh*t.

Then they added to affirmative action women…. who had been integrating into the work force since contraception made it possible and labor shortages (and high taxation) made it desirable. Now that’s absolutely bizarre, because family culture wise, women came from all across the spectrum. You can’t say that discriminating FOR women is going to make women more likely to succeed.

In fact, ultimately, all these attempts at discriminating FOR people or against people do is achieve the opposite result.

Look at the Biden administration. No, really look. They are basically a good representation of every single big corporation out there right now. When you go looking for a “diverse” workforce, you’re of necessity not considering the other reasons to hire. Because you can’t really say “these people have equal qualifications.” They don’t. No one ever does.

So, they’re hiring people for interesting skin color, or having a vagina, or you know, liking doggy sexual play and stealing women’s garments. And what becomes obvious daily is that not only aren’t they picking competent people, but none of them have any idea what competence even is, and couldn’t find it with two hands, a seeing eye dog, and competence finding GPS. But the people they are hiring are “diverse” in the sense they have a diverse means of failing. Each one in his or her or heaven knows what’s way.

It’s made worse, and brings on covert, undercover discrimination against the favored classes when you — like me — have raised kids over the last 30 years, and have seen how schools go out of their ways to hold boys back and given every girl a gentle-lady’s A. From discrimination in favored ways of learning, to demanding of the boys things they are simply not neurologically equipped to do (boys and girls mature at different rates) to actively favoring girls in grades, not to mention praise.

In every graduation I attended for my kids, except for two, all the spots of honor and praise went to girls or women. Those girls and women I knew personally were not only unimpressive, but truly spectacularly lackluster.

In the same way in teaching, I found that men usually came out of high school with lower grades than women. And far better prepared.

Which is how we get to the insidious part of discrimination. Go through history. Any minority hard-discriminated against, unless you’re willing to adopt outright genocidal tactics, flourishes more than any group discriminated for by the government.

Don’t believe me? Go look at history. Look hard.

Dave Freer will hold witness that when South Africa discriminated against “people of color” (No, not just black people. There was a hierarchy of colors. They were as weird as our modern day progressives, really) those people who still managed to make it to positions of learning and responsibility were stunning.

In the US? Well, when it was illegal to teach slaves to read we got some amazing minds expressing themselves fluently. (Frederic Douglass for instance.) And lest anyone forget Thomas Sowell managed to become who he is though born under and come to maturity under a highly discriminatory — against him — regime.

Women? Ah. Agatha Christie didn’t have the benefit of feminism. Jane Austen didn’t get doors opened to her or awards given her writing because “Wow, you have a vagina.” And they weren’t unique in their times and places. And pardon me, I am tired, but there are just as many examples of women scientists, it’s just I have trouble calling them to mind other than Ada Lovelace. And women entrepreneurs and–

Sure, those were a small proportion. And note I’m not saying we should discriminate against anyone, for any reason, not legally. (Human beings, individually tend to discriminate against a vast array of other individuals. It’s just what they do. You can’t stop it. It’s human. Fortunately, without government putting their thumbs on the scale, everyone is randomly discriminated against for some things, and it all comes out in the wash.)

However, I enjoin you to look at the history of the Jewish people, and note that no one has had more weaponized malice aimed at them throughout thousands of years. And yet there is still — among the mentally slow reaches of the internet — arguments about whether they’re a threat or a menace. And no one is offering them protection under “equity.” In fact, like most Asians (the only people — well, a subset of Asians put in camps in America in living memory) they are “White” for equity purposes, and only worthy of notice if they also have vaginas or like to bump uglies in interesting ways.

If you wanted to weaponize a minority of the population — say redheads — immediately pass laws actively discriminating against them. In a hundred years, we will all know that redheads are the smartest, most business capable, best scientists and general powerhouse worthy human beings ever to come down the pike. (NOTE I’m not suggesting this.)

Yes, sure, that method wastes a lot of individual human lives. A lot of them will give up or be broken at the inability to get anywhere. But at the end of it, they will paradoxically be on top.

Look at young men in America, right now. Kids, 40 and younger, they’ve been told their whole lives that they’re wrong for having a penis. Every show, every book, every news item lauds females as being heroes and wonderful, while men are natural-born oppressors by reason of existing. Their every impulse is wrong, their every instinct criminalized.

The breakage is evident, from young kids who want to be girls (I’ll remind you my close-to-thirty son wanted to be a girl at 4 because only girls got to have adventures. We had to sit down and talk about the difference between TV and reality, and well…. he never had that brilliant idea since.) to young men who are self-destroying and so depressed they can’t pull up.

But there is starting to be a counter to this. As official institutions of education go beyond discriminating for girls to discriminating against boys — and Biden’s insane EO is making this law at all levels — boys are…. going their own way, and not just in the sense of avoiding girls/women. They aren’t even doing that, really, though they take a longer time to find non-insane ones. Or at least non-anti-men ones.

Men are increasingly choosing not to go to college and starting their own companies, or getting trade certificates, or going to work as soon as possible, or–

Meanwhile women are lauded and encouraged to stay in the educational treadmill, even though they might be learning almost nothing (and getting maximum credit and praise for that little.)

Under the need to keep the paying customers in, colleges are becoming more and more useless, and turning out people who have no clue what they’re doing except for knowing they’re the best.

Meanwhile, the men who are sent to the wilderness are beating their head against walls to find a way. (And btw, those who make it through college are having to do the same in professional life after.)

If this is allowed to go on in 30 years, it will be known that the only reason women aren’t succeeding is because they were channeled into those decoy-organizations: colleges. While they were getting play-degrees like masters and doctorates, men got to control all of real life. REEEEE. Abolish colleges. Give women free trade certificates, and hand them their own, ready-built businesses. You can’t complain. That’s EQUITY.

Because I do believe in the broad equality of individuals (meaning that no, not everyone has the same interests, inclinations and aptitudes, but that given equality before the law everyone will find their own success and happiness, and it won’t be massively weighted for any group) and think that frankly white males don’t need to be given the advantage of being put through the crucible of oppression, I have a suggestion for true equity.

Abolish ALL government enforced discrimination, for, against, sideways, upsidedown. Abolish all handouts to groups of people for presumed past suffering. Avoid all “incentives” to groups of people for assumed past victimhood.

Take every individual as an individual, and treat them as equal before the law. Shame anyone in a position of authority who takes it upon herself or himself to discriminate for or against any class of people, whether real or imaginary (well, the purple-eyed three-footed giants had it coming, I’ll admit.)

Let humans be humans and figure themselves out. Yes, there will be some issues. No, we don’t all start out the same. True since at least the garden of Eden, or if you prefer Lucy’s tribe.

But in the end? the results won’t be equal, but they will indeed be equitable. In the sense that you put in the time, sweat and suffering to buy success. And lady luck gets a vote. And it all shakes out some way.

And if it doesn’t, the kids get another try at it. World without end.

At least there’s a good chance we’ll be getting the best of everyone, the best way we can.

And that in the end is good for society, for civilization, for humanity. And by and large better for individuals, too.

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FROM SARAH A. HOYT: Barbarella: The Center Cannot Hold #1

BARBARELLA IS BACK IN A NEW STAR-SPANNING EPIC!BARBARELLA SETS OUT ON A DESPERATE MISSION TO STOP INTERGALACTIC WAR BETWEEN GODLIKE BEINGS!Beyond the edge of known space lies…the Unnamable. Myth? Gods? Malevolent force? No one knows. No one but the one force in the universe that can stand against the Unnameable: the Architects, hidden guides of our galaxy for untold eons.Enter Barbarella, on a desperate quest to find and convince the Architects that a war with the Unnameable will spell the death of Every. Living. Thing.Get ready for tension, excitement, espionage, and the secret of how to defeat an empire. Fun, romance, and cosmic adventure beyond the furthest reaches of the galaxy!

FROM LAWDOG’S PRESS AND CONTAINING PEOPLE LIKE C.V. WALTER AND CEDAR SANDERSON AND JL CURTIS ET AL: Space Cowboys

There’s something about the Cowboy that speaks to us all. So it only makes sense that, as humans expand into space, they’re going to bring their Cowboys with them.Join 10 authors as they explore what Space Cowboys would look like, why we love them, and how they deal with the livestock that travels with humanity.

FROM M. C. A. HOGARTH: Who Is Willing

Alysha Forrest is looking forward to her assignment as the Songlance’s newest lieutenant, particularly when it gets her placed as the liaison to the ship’s water environment crewmembers. Interfacing with the mermaid-like Naysha and the alien Platies who serve as the ship’s navigators is an exhilarating experience, and all the other officers on the crew are eager to welcome her into the fold… all of them, except one.

Mike Beringwaite, the overbearing ensign who ruined their leadership retreat years earlier, has somehow made lieutenant too. When a routine problem in the water environment throws them together, Alysha has to decide how willing she is to forgive him for what he did, whether she can work with him again, and most importantly, if she can trust him–with her life.

The disaster at the leadership retreat is nothing to the one they have to handle now. If they can….

BY HENRY OYEN, BROUGHT BACK BY D. JASON FLEMING: Gaston Olaf (Annotated): The classic pulp adventure western

When big, boisterous Gaston Olaf François Thorson first set eyes on Havens Falls, it was just a little lumber settlement, like many others. Riverfront saloons, a dance hall, just the sort of place he needed after too many months in the woods alone with his buddy Tom Pine.

What he didn’t reckon on was meeting Rose Havens, or the changes she would inspire within him. He also didn’t reckon on Devil Dave Taggart, owner, by hook or by crook, of almost all the timberland within a dozen miles.

Least of all did he reckon on himself, Gaston Olaf of all people, becoming a force for law and order in a town that sorely needed it!

    This iktaPOP Media edition includes a new introduction giving genre and historical context to the book.

FROM TOM VEAL: Strange Tales for Strange Times

If you think you live in strange times, these tales will show you what strangeness really is

• A down-on-his-luck pastor gets the miracle that he prays for and has to live with its consequences.A resort makes romance literally inescapable.On the universe’s last-born planet, its greatest thinker must choose or reject immortality.A being who dwells in the region beyond the Moon changes the Earth forever.The Presidential election of 2016 – but, no, that was indeed stranger than fiction. Here you can read a commonplace version (well, not quite).And then some book reviews, though the books in question were never written.And some more.

When you finish, the world around you will seem normal, if not outright dull.Introductory Special: In case you’re nervous about paying money for the work of a guy you’ve never heard of, you can get Strange Tales for Strange Times for just $1.49 – half its regular prince – from now through the end of February.

FROM LAURA MONTGOMERY: His Terrible Stall: A Science Fiction Lost Colony Adventure (Martha’s Sons Book 5)

On a lost and stranded colony world, with his brother’s family at risk, Peter Dawe will do what he must to protect them.

A lost starship’s settlers turn one valley on an alien planet into a terraformed replica of Earth. The rest of the planet offers only hardship and madness. Despite the oasis First Landing provides, the ship’s crew fled decades earlier with their fabricators, spacecraft, and knowledge when those controlling the valley threatened their freedoms.

The ship’s crew founded a separate colony on the southern plains. From there they spied on their former passengers, always fearful that the richer valley would come to take what they had. Even after a generation, the loathing persists.

A man in exile—

Peter Dawe faces an arid existence in a brother’s secret northern outpost. His work there has meaning and purpose, but when asked to journey to the southern settlement to help recover stolen weapons his brother needs, Peter has to defeat his own belief he shouldn’t expect too much from life.

A brother’s quest—

Determined to find the missing rifles, Peter works his way through supposed friends and allies to catch the real thieves. But can he overcome the prior generation’s ruthless plans to stop him when his own life hangs in the balance?

His Terrible Stall is the fifth book in the gripping science fiction colonization series Martha’s Sons. If you like driven heroes and strange worlds, you’ll want to throw yourself into this one.

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https://amzn.to/3Sw2p5jFROM CHRISTOPHER WOERNER: 202301 Classified Struggling

A collection of the events of January 2023, interspersed by news headlines that are just as depressing. We’re still going down and there is no ground floor, so what are we going to do about it?

I’ve polished and edited the pamphlets I published this month, organizing the subject matter to cover the virus/vaccine, the insecurity our rulers have for classified documents, the various economic crises, describing our rulers and their anti-culture attitudes and whatever’s going on with foreign countries. I’ve even interspersed a few essays on pop culture, but keep that to yourself.

The B-side of the book is short but unusual. I’ve actually been creating comics on Paint, simple propaganda covering the struggle each of us is facing every day. The first fictional art I’ve created in years and this is what I’m stuck with? That’s the world we live in. We need to change that.

FROM LEIGH KIMMEL: The Sound of One Child Crying

Who is the child Reza can hear crying every time she goes to the new addition to the Royal Library? Her boss insists there is no child, that it is nothing more than her uncanny sensitivity to the unseen world making a nuisance of itself.

Worse, searching for answers gets her angry rebukes about respect for the dead. The further Reza goes, the more certain she becomes that someone is hiding an ugly secret.

It’s a secret that traces back two generations, to a dark period in this land’s history. A time most people would prefer to forget, not caring that denial doesn’t make a problem go away.

The truth may set you free, but not without a price. And Reza fears that death itself might turn out to be an easier price than the one demanded of her.

FROM NATHAN C. BRINDLE: The Lion and the Lizard

Thirty years ago, Dr. Ariela Rivers Wolff, M.D., Ph.D., AKA The Lion of God, had a pretty exhausting week.

Her world was invaded by time-traveling soldiers, she was nearly turned into human toothpaste by an experimental dimension jumper when she went to find her parallel “Dad,” who just happens to be able to borrow a Space Force fleet to come and take out her world’s invaders . . . and then she found out she was considered by those same invaders to be a saint in their odd religion, and one of the targets of their invasion. If that wasn’t enough, she nearly fell completely out of the universe into a time rift, being saved only by the skin of her teeth by her parallel “Dad”.

After all that, learning she was going to be the one to bring universal healing and long life to the human race in her particular timeline was just the icing on the proverbial cake.

Anybody else would go home, turn off their phone, pull all the blinds, lock all the doors, and take the rest of their life off. But Ari isn’t “anybody else”. And her cult of admirers across two timelines won’t take “nobody home” for an answer.

Fast-forward thirty years. Scientists have detected radio transmissions in an unknown language from several hundred light years away. And now she’s been asked to use her special “saintly” skills as demonstrated on her last “mission” to make first contact with whoever they are.

And that’s only the beginning.

Looks like Ambassador Dr. Ariela Rivers Wolff, M.D., Ph.D., is going to have another pretty exhausting week. Or six.

FROM PAM UPHOFF: Fall of Empire (Fall of the Alliance Book 8)

Igor’s back!And his Cyborg Buddy Murphy is in trouble.As the destabilized Three Part Alliance totters, Igor, AKA Axel Vinogradov has to decide whether to shore up the edifice, or complete the collapse. In the meantime there’s a couple of cross dimensional raids, a kidnapped class of teenagers, marooned women on a cross dimensional Tropical Paradise . .

FROM CAROLINE FURLONG: The Guardian Cycle, Vol.1: In Dreams and Other Stories

A man whose debts must be paid by vengeance. A woman desperate to save her husband. A grieving father finding a young enemy soldier on his veritable doorstep…

These fantasy and soft sci-fi stories wonder whether or not heroes need families. Are we not told that families slow the hero down? Is it not typically implied that they get in the way of the adventure? Are they a burden, or truly the greatest strength from which the hero and those he loves can draw?

Six tales in this collection center on family, faith, and self-sacrificing love as men and women fight for the ones whom they hold most dear. Whether the enemy is inner turmoil, a nightmare, or a demon really does not matter. If the threat seeks to harm a member of the family, it is going to pay dearly.

FROM ANNA FERREIRA: A Capital Whip: A Pride and Prejudice Sequel

An invalid for much of her life, Miss Anne de Bourgh has precisely one accomplishment: carriage driving. She is proud of her skill with reins and whip, and justifiably so.

But when another young lady moves into the neighborhood, and challenges Anne’s place as the most accomplished driver in Hunsford, Anne must prove to herself, to her beloved horses, and to her family that she is worthy of the name de Bourgh, and she does not shrink away from a challenge.

FROM SARAH A. HOYT: Bowl of Red

At the top of a tall mountain, there lives a dragon. And the dragon is the master of all animals.
Okay, let’s rewind that. Tom Ormson is a dragon shifter, the scion of a line that was created to rule both Chinese and Norse dragons. But he doesn’t want the job. He co-owns a diner with his wife, Kyrie, who is about to deliver their first child.
In fact, they just got married, when the entire shifter-world, which centers on their diner goes insane.
You see, it is a time of Ragnarok, which means all of the shifter clans are in turmoil, with changing leadership. And the lion clan, to which Kyrie belongs has just lost its leader. Poor Rafiel, too, is tormented by very strange dreams and premonitions. Also, the Queen of the Norse dragons has woken, and wants a word with the Great Sky Dragon.
Hold on to your hats. A wild ride is about to begin, with Tom, Kyrie and their friends at the center of it.
When it ends, the world will never be the same again.

Vignettes by Luke, Mary Catelli and ‘Nother Mike.

So what’s a vignette? You might know them as flash fiction, or even just sketches. We will provide a prompt each Sunday that you can use directly (including it in your work) or just as an inspiration. You, in turn, will write about 50 words (yes, we are going for short shorts! Not even a Drabble 100 words, just half that!). Then post it! For an additional challenge, you can aim to make it exactly 50 words, if you like.

We recommend that if you have an original vignette, you post that as a new reply. If you are commenting on someone’s vignette, then post that as a reply to the vignette. Comments — this is writing practice, so comments should be aimed at helping someone be a better writer, not at crushing them. And since these are likely to be drafts, don’t jump up and down too hard on typos and grammar.

If you have questions, feel free to ask.

Your writing prompt this week is:fortunate

I was going to write a blog post on how discriminating against a minority paradoxically weaponizes it.

I was also going to finish a story. But then my husband needed to have a long talk with me. And it was an important talk. (No, nothing bad. On the contrary, but still a long talk.)

And here we are. And I haven’t done any writing….

So I thought I’d lay low for a while and pretend nothing was late, but then again, I realized that I might as well face the music and tell you what was going on.

Now that’s done, I’m going to try to submerge and finish work. And do real posts next week.

See you later! (I don’t have to finish that, right?)

We all know I’m often followed by a black dog who tells me everything I do and everything I am is worthless.

Honestly, I’d be nothing and do nothing, and probably lie curled on the floor of my room for eternity, if it weren’t for another canine in my menagerie.

We’ll call him The motivator.

The motivator snarls and growls at my heels day and night. He’s like the slave that stood behind Caesar at the triumph, reminding him that he’s still nothing, but with a side of sharp teeth and slavering mouth.

When I was writing and no one would buy me for over ten years, I knew that I would be happy if only someone accepted one of my short stories.

Well, that happened, and that same afternoon, after enjoying success for like ten seconds, the dog started growling and biting my heels, and telling me I needed to be professionally published.

I think I enjoyed the check for my first professional sale for an hour or two, as the dog snarled and growled I must immediately start working on selling a novel.

And so it goes. I mean, for winning the dragon I got fried ice cream, so I enjoyed it for…. 15 minutes? (In my defense I was in Meeker, CO that weekend, and there really wasn’t much more available in the way of fun.)

Right now the dog is mad enough with me — February has been…. difficult to get anything done in — not even sure why. There have been very minor health flukes, but …. very minor. It’s mostly just me, being stupid, I think — that I feel like I’m at risk of being eaten hole.

The dog stresses me, and makes me run when I could rest. He makes the idea of retirement impossible. The idea of resting on my laurels highly unlikely.

But looking at my colleagues who just gave up, oh, sorry, were happy after one short, one book, one award (or even nomination) I both envy them and bless the dog.

Because without the growls and snarls, I’d be closer to what the black dog says I am: worthless. Never did anything. Never will.

Now, if I can finish the stories I have on hand before my heels are gone, that would help. And if I could get the dog to stop snarling I need to be cleaning house while I’m writing, or that I’m wasting time when I am actually cleaning house because I should be writing, that would help too.

I am aware if I do, it will be due to the snarling dog. Almost all of us who achieve anything or do anything have one of these puppies, from the same litter.

It would be wonderful to produce in a burst of ecstatic self-confidence. And maybe some people do that. I don’t know. Never met any.

For the rest of us, we curse and bless the snarling dog.

Without him, we’d be happier. But without him we’d accomplish nothing.

Humans are really bad at forecasting what is going to happen, and what the consequences of their actions will be. I don’t know if this fault is worse in humans who want to take power and force everyone to obey their grandiose plans, or if it’s simply more obvious in them because the rest of us aren’t displaying our lack of foresight for the entire universe.

I came across an article, recently, complaining that the price of commercial real estate is plunging. And they don’t know what it means, or why this could have befallen commercial real estate.

Meanwhile a lot of us are sitting here, looking at it and going “There was a significant number of jobs that could already be done outside the office. By locking people down, you forced them to do so, and proved to companies that they could do that. For most companies, having the workers working from home saves money. This is particularly true for those in overpriced, increasingly unsafe cities.

But apparently these people who think of themselves as great planners were completely blindsided by this development.

The same is true for the world class brains who were doing their usual little game of letting the ferals depreciate commercial real estate in places like NYC and Denver, only to clean it up and bring in their friends and cronies to buy the vacant places in a couple of years. And all of a sudden people — including companies — are just living for places that aren’t completely insane.

And it’s a surprise! Surprise!!!!

I wouldn’t believe it, of course, but I suspect it really is a surprise. You see, I spent ten years so far hearing publishers going so far as to rig polls (Well, Publishers’ Weekly did) and obscuring statistics to tell themselves everything is fine, and ebooks and indie publishing were a fad that was sure to disappear. For all I know they’re still telling themselves that.

Whistling past the graveyard.

Because they can’t believe that things that have always been will change. And it’s particularly hard to believe that when power is getting ripped from you.

And as it doesn’t work. It particularly doesn’t work when you keep whistling long after you passed the graveyard, and everyone can see what you’re doing.

That is the case of those lists of “best books” that try to convince us some woke tripe is the bestest thing ever, while ignoring the true masters’ of the field.

When the things they try to push as the bestest, most wonderfulest ever are not just mediocre, but stuff so ridiculous that no one — not even the woke — reads it, what they’re doing is p*ssing down our back while screaming, begging and imploring that we believe them.

And when we don’t, then they accuse us of being scared of losing our privilege. Which would be remotely plausible if we’d ever had any privilege.

That is past whistling past the graveyard and well into tantruming past the graveyard demanding we believe them, not our lying eyes.

And in the end all it does is emphasize how much they’ve lost control of the information stream and the ah… mass-industrial written (and other) entertainment.

All they have left now is whistling past the graveyard. And the whistle sounds sadder and thinner as it goes, rolling away into the night of the final loss they can no longer tell themselves won’t come.

In the end, the only people they fool are themselves.

This one is going to hurt and badly, but in the end we win, they lose.

Be not afraid.