Author: Sarah A. Hoyt

The re-release this month is A Few Good Men. I briefly considered changing the name to Uprising, but since it was published first under A Few Good Men, well…

And no, the title isn’t Baen’s fault. It was the only title that came to me. Hey, I never claimed to be good with titles.

Anyway, Caitlin Walsh and I are planning (plotting) a comic book of a few good men. Well, a graphic novel, because I think it’s going to run to at least 100 pages to get even all the plot down. Might be 150. Hard cover, kickstartered. (Which means we’ll have to look up the prices, etc. to set the amount.) I think it fund and be fine. She is very talented, and I have started to get comic scripts. We’re going to do the first 20/30 pages, as soon as I get her a script.

For those who haven’t read my science fiction, this is the book of the USAian revolution at least in part of the Earth.

So, because today I’m torn between despair and hope more than usual, here is a sketch that Caitlin made, and a uh maybe a bit spoilerish but not too much for a book that’s been out ten years excerpt of AFGM.

My soi-disant father must have been very good at training servants, whatever else he might have been bad at. And perhaps that was not a big surprise, since after all he meant to make servants of every person under his rule.

What I mean is, they came in to clear the remains of dinner and didn’t seem even slightly discomfited that Nathaniel Remy appeared to have dissolved into thin air. Perhaps they thought I’d let him out without anyone noticing. At any rate, they were the least inquisitive people imaginable.

I’d lingered over fruit and coffee, thinking I’d just made the biggest mistake of my life, but unable to feel sorry for it. If I held out, I’d be holding out in the name of what? Not being a joiner? Being contrary to the end? There was nothing to gain by that, and so much to lose. I looked at the pile of gems on my desk, and thought that at the very least I owed it to all those dead people, those destroyed people, not to go without a fight.

I locked the gems away on my desk drawer, I called the servants to clear the table, and I went to bed.

And woke up with Nat Remy calling out, “Lucius? Are you decent?”

“What?” I was awake immediately, as I was whenever someone came into the room, but this seemed rather early for a moral enquiry. Goldie jumped on the bed, tried to lick my face and in the darkness, I patted him and pushed his hindquarters down.

“Are you dressed? Dressed enough to be seen by people?”

“Oh. Yes.” I was in shorts and a light shirt, and though no one would call it a formal outfit, I’d need to go to the most distant and strange parts of the Earth to be arrested for indecency.

“Good,” he said. And then “Light.” Lights came on.

He stood in front of the secret door, which was closed. Martha stood on his right, and Abigail, blushing, on his left. Why was she blushing, I wondered? She was very young, and maybe she’d never been in a male’s bedroom before. On the other hand, my bedroom was hardly indecent and I, sitting on the bed, patting the idiot dog, might be disheveled, but otherwise wasn’t even mildly titillating. Then again perhaps she’d taken in the implications of Nat’s secret passageway, in which case . . . it was none of my business. Surely she didn’t think it had been built in a week. Martha just smiled at me in a matter-of-fact way, then walked across the room and opened the door. Sam came in. By this time, I was feeling seriously alarmed.

“Is anything wrong?” I asked.

Sam shook his head, and it was he who spoke, “It was judged easier to have Abigail and I carry proxies for the other members of the twelve than to have all of us get together here, or have you flown elsewhere. Our intelligence gathering tells us there’s been a flurry of activity by Scrubbers. We’re not sure what they’re up to, and we are not about to take risks we don’t need.”

The other members of the twelve. The Sons of Liberty were all young hotheads. And Sam and his wife knew nothing of what their children were involved in. And I was innocent as a babe unborn. My house was not just filled with Usaians. It was filled with dangerous revolutionaries. And liars. And yet, I thought better of Sam for doing something about the injustices and crimes that crossed his desk every day, rather than sitting still and letting evil go on.

Sam had the grace to blush a little at my expression, then shrugged. “Sometimes, telling the truth will only endanger all those who depend on you, and to whom you swore to keep silent so they’d not be found out.”

I inclined my head and didn’t say anything. He cleared his throat. “Nat tells us . . . That is, he says you’re willing to admit to believing everyone should be assumed to have the right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness as a fundamental right. And that the purpose of government is to protect it. Before he left the meeting, previously, he secured people’s vote that you be allowed to join our organization on probation, if you professed such beliefs.” Was his smile totally ironic? “Of course, I suspect two or three of them, at the time, thought it was more likely for them to get hit by a meteor that had lain in ambush in an alley, waiting for them to walk by. But we got them to agree to your full induction, and we’ll do it before they can retract that. That way you’ll be a full member. And we’ll avoid another internal battle.”

Nat cleared his throat and I thought he had suppressed laughter and it occurred to me that if any members of the council thought that they were too stupid to hold office and perhaps too stupid to live. Nat Remy was not a honeypot, and he might be the world’s worst missionary. But he had inherited from Sam a kind of bullish gentleness that would keep bringing a point up, ever so gently but so continuously that the subject of their efforts couldn’t help but surrender.

I didn’t doubt that I’d been steered to this point. I’d need to be an idiot to not have noticed. But I was sure of one thing: Sam hadn’t cooked those records. Contrary to popular belief, a complex narrative spanning centuries was hard to create without leaving huge holes. Heck, it was hard to create a simple lie spanning hours. Which was why most novels were enjoyed despite the holes in the narrative. And those records held. Which meant, whether he’d arranged for me to ask for them or not, the reasons I was doing this were real.

“So,” Sam drew himself up straighter. “Lucius Dante Maximilian Keeva, do you believe in Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness as individual rights?”

“Yeah,” I said and tried to avoid the three Remy siblings staring at me from my right side. They all looked rapt, as though they had no idea what came next.

“And have you read, and do you believe in, the Constitution of the United States of America, and believe, if followed, it would create a nation that would respect such rights?”

“Yeah,” I said. Because it was easier than to explain I thought it had terrible loopholes and flaws, but would create a state superior to anything else before or since—at least as far as my reading of history went—and infinitely superior to the stability we’d endured for three hundred years.

“Do you realize the Usaian religion is proscribed in most of the Earth and that, if revealed as a member, you could be summarily or publicly and lengthily executed?”

“Yeah,” I said, at which point it occurred to me that I was being asked life-changing questions, while I sat on the bed, with Goldie lying across my legs. It didn’t seem right. It seemed like it should take place in an elaborately decorated hall, with flags flying and bands playing.

“And are you ready, nonetheless, to become a member, and to work towards the reestablishment of a republic under that constitution, even if it should mean the loss of—”

I fished the answer from what I remembered of my reading. “My life, my fortune and my sacred honor.”

Someone sniffled. I thought it was Abigail. I hoped it was Abigail.

“And do you promise to keep secret and support your fellows in this fight to the limits of your ability, and not betray anything or anyone to the authorities no matter what persuasions are used?”

“Yes.”

“Then Lucius Dante Maximilian Keeva, welcome to the brotherhood of free men.” And then, to my profound and stunned shock, Sam Remy stepped close and kissed me on the cheek. And I’ll be damned if his children didn’t repeat the performance.

“And now,” Sam said, “that you are one of us, do you agree to let us use the seacity as the basis for the start of our great work?”

I nodded. I had realized, sometime while reading those awful gems, that I wasn’t going to be the Good Man by the end of this. Not if it worked. I’d be lucky if I still had my life at the end of this, particularly if we won. And yet it was worth it. If I had my life it would be enough, anyway. I’d never wanted to be the Good Man.

“Then, ladies and gentlemen, it gives me great joy to proclaim the revolution.”

Looks like we’re in for nasty weather….

The Only Way Out is Through….

Don’t put your trust in revolutions, they always come around again…

But Sometimes All You can do is all you can do, no matter how black pilled. Get the f out and vote! and pray for a miracle. G-d protects fools, drunkards and the United States of America.

And Sometimes the Miracles are made of Human.

And sometimes the butcher must be paid. pray that’s not our fate.

Be Not Afraid

Be Not Afraid

Sursum Corda!

The Game Is Worth The Candle; the prize is worth the running

Keep Your Clothes and Weapons Where You Can find them in the Dark!

G-d Bless You And Keep You. Go Vote, Go Document, Go Report and Pray for the best.

Radio Free Colorado — in Exile — signing out, with tears in my eyes. Go you fools, Go Save the Republic, and stop listening to this old woman.

A friend of mine this week posted something in one of my many (I really need to weed and concentrate on paying writing) chat channels. It was “As Sarah has warned us we’re all becoming poorer.”

I confess that as with most things that go “As Sarah said” I don’t remember giving that warning.

And you know and I know that the economists have pointed out in the end inflation is a theft from the middle class, but it’s hard to explain the mechanism. I mean, no one is coming to my house and taking away things that are now more expensive, right?

Ah, but in a way they are. Worse, they’re taking away things from the nation, that we’re used to and have always had.

Before I get to what occasioned my friend’s comment, let me explain how rich America was (and still is in many ways.)

When I came here I had no illusions about everyone being millionaires or the streets being paved with gold, thought that is still the belief of many foreigners. I’d been an exchange student here at the end of Jimmah’s misrule, and I knew how tough it was for my middle-class host parents. (I don’t think we went out to eat the entire time. Not even for fast food. As an example. Mom and dad were house rich and cash poor.)

However, I knew it was a country of strange and unstinting abundance.

What do I mean? Well… Your cheaper hotels were at the same level as the most expensive ones in Portugal for comfort and prompt service.

You had all you can eat buffets. All you can eat! whoever heard of that? Your thrift shops overflowed, not with the tattered and torn, but with last year’s fashions, last year’s electronics. Your public areas, and even your grocery stores had bathrooms and water fountains. Everything was large, easy, comfortable.

In that sense America didn’t disappoint me. It largely still doesn’t, not compared to most places. The free market makes you be kind to customers and attract them to your area, while in socialism everyone who comes to your store is another drain. (Same as health care.)

When Dan and I got pneumonia in Portugal in 88, even though because of family and connections we got the best health care available, my SIL — an MD — advised us to more our return forward, so we could maybe survive the pneumonia (yes, it was that bad.) So we flew back to Charlotte NC and — because we had no insurance — we went to a doc in a box. Who prescribed anti-biotics that saw us right within another week. This was literally unobtanium in Portugal at the time. We could get it, but it would take a month and by then….

Abundance. Our poor live better than the middle-class in Europe not just because our houses are better built and have heating and cooling and there are a million food-assistance programs (when the kids were teens under Obama we signed up for a non-means-testing one via the church which allowed us to buy all our groceries for $80 a month, save for cleaners and cat stuff. We were thanked for signing up, because the more people in it, the cheaper they could make the bulk-purchased food. (We dropped out of that ONLY because we had to go low carb for health reasons. A lot of the food was pre-prepared and super convenient, but carb-laden.)

At our poorest, we would get A hotel room for the weekend in Denver, and take a vacation with the kids, in comfort for about $500 total in today’s dollars. (When it started, it was around $200 on the budget.)

You see, embassy suites, which catered to business travelers, had super-cheap prices on the weekend. At least some weekends, and I checked the next weekend pretty much every week. And it had two rooms. The kids could sleep on the sofa, so it wasn’t crowded. And they had FREE BREAKFAST. Who’s heard of that? With real cooked-to-order stuff, not just some rolls and butter? Abroad? very few people. And those well off.

So we would take the kids down for breakfast at ten (look we had no television at home, so they loved the morning cartoons.) and then hit the town. Pre-paid memberships to museums and zoo. Free tours of mines and factories. About the most expensive thing we did was the amusement park, which was $5 entry and $11 for all rides. (Doubled by the time we stopped going, seven years ago, but still.) Dan and I didn’t even get the full rides. We got maybe $5 extra between us, but the kids got ALL the rides. Sure, it was the off-brand park, with the older rides and where most people spoke Spanish. So? It was fun. Abundance.

So, how is all that imperiled by inflation?

I’m glad you asked!

We get back to what my friend reported: she recently traveled and the hotel rooms were…. slightly less clean. There were obvious repairs in the shower. The staff was fewer people, and less attentive.

I’ve been experiencing this too. Places are getting dingier. Linens will look worn. Furniture slightly battered.

I also experienced buying a house in “flyover country” and were shocked. The one we bought still needs repair and we’re getting to it a little at a time, but–

We looked in smaller and more remote places. You know, those that were hit by the Chinification. Factories closed. People were left unemployed. People moved away. And the people left behind had no money for house maintenance, let alone improvement. I am cursed with being the granddaughter of carpenters.

Granite counters and nice walkin showers are good to have, and yes, we plan to put them here in a few years, but those won’t be needed to buy a house.

It’s more that the bad roofs, the flooded basements “oh, it’s nothing. It’s dry most of the time”, the basement ceiling held up with an old board that’s half bent…..

The prices were great. Some places were beautiful. I loved the small towns. But I’d have to build the house back form ground up, and I’m too old for that.

That it was universal means those people weren’t slobs or neglecting issues on purpose. They were TIGHT. When you’re tight you do the barely necessary.

Right now, businesses are tight. So, you hire fewer servers, you hire cheaper personnel. You don’t clean hotel rooms every day, and your personnel is on a schedule that means cleaning standards would horrify them even three years ago.

And at home? Well. You don’t eat as well. You don’t repair things that need it on time, and therefore end up needing bigger repairs later. You drive the car into the ground. (To be fair, we always did. Buy used and drive for ten to twenty years.) You don’t buy that zoo membership, and anyway, the zoo is looking unkempt, and why don’t they have as many animals? You go out less partly because you don’t have the money, partly because your favorite place went out and it’s not as much fun anymore.

You don’t replace clothes as often. You don’t replace tech as often. The thrift stores get far worse stuff.

We all get poorer.

Inflation and energy are a noose continuously tightening around everyone’s neck.

And the dastards in power will tell you it’s the companies getting stingier, the oil merchants making “bigger profits” (even for them transport costs more, but it’s also taking some money now because they know it’s going to crash.)

It’s not true. By printing money the government has their hand in your pocket. In everyone’s pocket. Everyone gets poorer. Except the very rich who are never touched by this.

Tell that to everyone you can reach. Immiseration is nasty and subtle. And these thieves need to be necklaced with it.

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FROM MAGGIE HOGARTH: Haley’s Cozy System Armageddon: A LitRPG Short Story (Haley and Nana Book 1)

For fans of Cinnamon Bun and Welcome to Blade’s Rest.

A Girl, a Grandma, and a Lot of Cookies
When the apocalypse hit, Haley was ready to embark on her life-long dream of becoming a wizard! But the system has other plans for her…

Enjoy a feel-good slice-of-life short… come away smiling!

This story is good for all ages and comes with a recipe so that when you get to the end of it, you can make the cookies and re-read it while eating the cookies the characters are eating. Because that’s the kind of story it is.

FROM KAREN MYERS: To Carry the Horn – A Virginian in Elfland (The Hounds of Annwn Book 1)

AN ENTIRE KINGDOM BUILT AROUND A SUPERNATURAL NEED FOR JUSTICE, ENFORCED BY THE WILD HUNT AND THE HOUNDS OF HELL.

What would you do if you blundered into a strange world, where all around you was the familiar landscape of the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia, but the inhabitants were the long-lived fae, and you the only human?

George Talbot Traherne stumbles across the murdered huntsman of the Wild Hunt, and is drafted into finding out who did it. Oh, and assigned the task of taking the huntsman’s place with the Hounds of Hell, whether he wants the job or not.

The antlered god Cernunnos is the sponsor of this kingdom, and he requires its king to conduct the annual hunt for justice in pursuit of an evil criminal, or else lose his right to the kingship, and possibly end up hunted himself.

Success is far from guaranteed, and no human has held the post. George discovers his own blood links to the fae king, and he’s determined to try. But Cernunnos himself has a personal role to play, and George will have to sort out just why he’s the one who’s been chosen for the task.

And whether he has any chance of surviving the job.

Find out what it’s like to live in a world where you can help the Right to prevail, even if it might cost you everything.

To Carry the Horn is the first book of The Hounds of Annwn.

FROM CELIA HAYES: Lone Star Glory: Continuing the Entertaining and Mostly If Not Always True Adventures of Texas Ranger Jim Reade and his Blood Brother Delaware Scout Toby … Republic of Texas (Lone Star Sons Book 2)

Time and place? The Republic of Texas, at mid-19th century
Who and what? Texas Ranger Jim Reade, and his Delaware blood brother, Toby Shaw – tasked with solving puzzles, finding the missing, guiding the clueless, and protecting the innocent!
“So,” Toby observed, an hour and a half later. “What have you seen, from this?”
The two of them stood, a few steps from a crude scarecrow cross-frame of poles, from which hung an extremely ragged linen shirt, formerly belonging to Elisha Reade – a shirt from which some small patches had been cut to mend items of a newer vintage. But there was enough of it remaining to serve, hanging from the cross-pole thrust through the sleeves, as a target for Jim’s trusty Paterson revolvers … A good few shots had been at close range. As close as the range in which Jon Knightley had exchanged – or claimed to have exchanged – revolver-fire with his wife.
“A curiosity which I had already suspected,” Jim replied. He was tired. His shoulders slumped, and his ears rang from the frequent report of his revolvers. “Jon Knightley murdered his wife – his latest wife…”

Lone Star Glory – continuing the adventures of Texas Ranger Jim Reade and his blood-brother Toby Shaw of the Delaware, in the Texas of legend!

FROM J.L. CURTIS: Rimworld – Diplomatic Immunity

Fargo’s latest attempt at quiet retirement is going haywire quickly.

Hiding the officially missing Dragoon heir at his cabin is about to get interesting.

A GalPat change of command brings new attention to his militia and their capabilities, just as he’s falsely accused of murder. Facing a stacked prosecution, he finds that friends have hidden abilities when they come to his aid, including hiding the heir.

When he comes back out, he’s got an agenda and an heir to get home in one piece… A young man thought lost, whose homecoming will shake an entire empire. And hopefully Fargo will survive the experience.

FROM DOROTHY GRANT: Going Ballistic (Combined Operations Book 1)

When her plane tries to come apart at apogee during a hijack, ballistic airline pilot Michelle Lauden handles the worst day she could imagine. When she gets down safely without losing any passengers or crew, though, she finds her troubles have just begun!The ground below is as unsafe as the air above. The country she’s landed in has just declared independence from the Federation. The Feds intended her passengers to be the first casualties in the impending war – and they’re not happy she’s survived to contradict their official narrative in the news.The local government wants to find her to give her a medal. The Feds are hunting her to give her an unmarked grave. As they both close in, Michelle’s running out of options and time. The only people able to protect her, and hide her tracks, are an accident investigation team on loan from the Federation’s enemies… the same enemies who sent her hijackers in the first place. And they have their own plans for her, and the country she’s in!

FROM JOELLE PRESBY: The Dabare Snake Launcher.

New money, old tribes, and international megacorps race to build the first space elevator. With a little Dabare magic, it just might work!

The Sadous, an oil-rich West African family, are handed a plum contract as repayment for a decades-old favor that could make the next generation even richer if the family doesn’t tear itself apart first. Two engineer daughters of the Sadou family, Pascaline and Maurie, upon whom the burden of success rests, have troubles of their own. One wants nothing more than to leave and make her own name as an engineering prodigy, while the other is troubled by fever dreams and snakes. Ethan Schmidt-Li is an ambitious megacorp executive with eyes on a big promotion—only to get more than he bargained for when put in charge of the company’s make-or-break project. These are some of the people that Tchami “Chummy” Fabrice has brought together to an ambitious end—constructing the world’s first space elevator in Africa and ensuring the space industry that it catapults will enrich the continent and all involved. They have the carbon nanofiber, prime land around Kilimanjaro, and a captured rock in orbit for the tether. The hard part will be getting all these different people working together long enough to see it built.

At the publisher’s request, this title is sold without DRM (Digital Rights Management).

FROM DAVID COLLINS: Green-Sight

This humorous Isakai parody has Logan Russel transported to a different world. Now as Lord Green, The Sage of Power, he is granted ridiculously over-the-top powerful magic. The problem is (there always has to be a catch), his life depends on the whims of a sketchy god, and to stay alive, he must uphold “the green-flag.” Unfortunately, the god never told him what the “green-flag” was. He must also avoid doing any actions that raise either a “black-flag” or a “red-flag”. Again, the god neglected to tell him what those are… There are a lot of things they could be…


Among the bevy of women he finds along the way to assist him on his quest, is a blind woman cursed with “Dark-Sight”. This may be his first clue to understanding what the flags actually represent. The blind woman can only see a shadow based on the darkness that resides within people, and absolutely nothing else, not walls, floors or the furniture in the rooms. To her, Logan is the invisible man, a voice from nowhere. Does her vision represent the black-flag? If so, can he possibly find someone with “Green-Sight” so that he can understand what he is allowed to do so that he stays green and alive?

AN EXPLANATION GOES HERE — IN VAIN I HAVE STRUGGLED…. DISENGAGES P&P FANFIC — I WAS INTENDING TO GIVE KINDLE UNLIMITED THE GO-BY AND GO WIDE. I STILL THINK THAT’S A GOOD IDEA, PARTICULARLY GIVEN HOW AMAZON HAS A TENDENCY TO BEHAVE, AND THE PATH IT’S TRENDING. BUT– A VERY IMPORTANT BUT — I REALIZED MOST OF MY FANS ARE GETTING STRAPPED AS HECK. AND I WANT PEOPLE TO BE ABLE TO READ MY BOOKS.

SO I HAVE PUT DARKSHIP THIEVES/RENEGADES ON KINDLE UNLIMITED. I’M GOING TO INVESTIGATE WAYS TO DO THAT AND GO WIDE WAS WELL AS SOON AS MY HEAD POPS ABOVE WATER FOR A FEW MINUTES (THERE’S MEDICAL PUZZLEMENT GOING ON REQUIRING FREQUENT INTERACTION WITH HEALTH CARE PROFESSIONALS.) BUT FOR NOW, YOU CAN HAVE IT ON KU.

FROM SARAH A. HOYT: Darkship Thieves. (Note they still haven’t mated it to the Baen edition. Sigh.)

Athena Hera Sinistra never wanted to go to space. Never wanted see the eerie glow of the Powerpods. Never wanted to visit Circum Terra. She never had any interest in finding out the truth about the Darkships.
You always get what you don’t ask for. Which must have been why she woke up in the dark of shipnight, within the greater night of space in her father’s space cruiser, knowing that there was a stranger in her room. In a short time, after taking out the stranger—who turned out to be one of her father’s bodyguards up to no good, she was hurtling away from the ship in a lifeboat to get help.
But what she got instead would be the adventure of a lifetime and perhaps a whole new world—if she managed to survive….
A Prometheus Award Winning Novel, written by a USA Today Bestseller.

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: YAWN

We’re Not Going Back. You can’t make us.

Let me introduce you to a concept called “singularity.”

It was the hot thing in my field in the 90s. We were accelerating in tech so fast that eventually we were going to hit a point called the singularity. After that point, everything that came before would be non-understandable to the average human. And everything that comes after would not be understandable to us now.

This went along with augmented humans, where were were all going to have hardware ports in our brains and be plugging in thumb drives for extra knowledge. And stuff.

For the record, I was always agnostic on this. (Kind of like on aliens, yes.)

I’ve written one trans-humanist story, and it was because I was invited to a trans-humanist anthology. It’s kind of the price of admission. You get a call that says “Hey do you want to be in x y z anthology?” What they are actually saying is “Do you want six hundred bucks?” (More or less.) And if you’re trying to make a living with words (which is a remarkably precarious existence) you go “Sure, I can do that.” And when the prompt is something like “psychedelic drugs of the seventies” or “Alien strip clubs” you build in a morning to go down the weirdest internet rabbit holes, and become an expert (over time) in the strangest subjects.

What you don’t do is say “Your notion is silly. What even.” Because, you know, you want six hundred bucks, which are the difference between buying groceries and… uh…. not.

But I never truly bought it. Look, yes, a lot of people are nuts. My husband, for instance, wanted us fully hooked on to Alexa, and it took me months of carefully disconnecting the thing whenever I caught it connected before he gave up.

I can see — just not near, because tech is not there — augmented thought and reality devices in a headband, or perhaps a hood, or even glasses, or a neat clip that goes around your ear. Kind of like based bluetooth headsets. Heck, people get me one I can reliably dictate to with my thoughts, so I can write every minute I’m not actually asleep and I’ll buy it and never take it off.

But actual hardware installed in the head? Or inserted in my body not to treat a permanent problem, but just because? Yeah. No. No with bells on and a little mandolin.

Look, I came of age in the time of reel-to-reel home movies. Now? Now my DVDs are gathering dust, because everything is streamed. I’m not doing that with things that require major surgery.

And as for singularity? Like the last trump, it happens every day, little by little and man by man. If you’d brought me forward from 1990 even to day, I’d have a week of extreme confusion trying to understand how we live now. And hard adaptation. Me from the sixties… well, I’d probably eventually happen (Humans are more pliable than most people think) but it would take a long, long time.

But sometimes, sometimes, there singularities of experience and understanding. And once you go there, you can never ever go back. You just can’t.

And we went through one of those in the last six years. And how. Things we thought we knew turned out not to be so. Experts have proven themselves either craven, stupid, or bizarrely twisted. And if they believed half the things they told us too, they’re experts ONLY in make believe.

The masks came down. The whole beautifully painted picture of a reality that we all accepted because …. well, because pretty much everyone did. Even those of us who thought that they were out of their minds on certain things accepted some vast parts of it.

Because you had to believe some parts of it, and well… We believed things like that our politicians, no matter how idiotic, weren’t deliberately malicious and trying to kill us. We believed things like that our medical establishment was actually trying to keep people healthy. We believed– well, a lot of things that just weren’t so.

But the last few years have proven we were wrong. However stupid we thought our politicians were they’re dumber than that, but also they will say and do anything, even if it kills you, to avoid losing power or to gain more power. Our doctors might be fine — I know there are several here as regulars — but the establishment is horrendous.

And we’re not going back. What’s been seen can’t be unseen.

Yesterday, while doing my instapundit rounds (as one does) I went via Powerline Blog. I’ve been trying to give them a link now and then since they got rid of the unbearably idiotic guy. You know, pour encourager les autres.

But yesterday I tripped on one of them “Oh, no. We’re set to win the mid terms, and then Trump goes and says he’ll run again, and it’s allllllll lost.”

AHAHAHAHAH! Oh, wait, you really believe that. Let me laugh harder. AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH!

I can’t imagine or even figure out the heads of people who think if only we “got rid” of Trump somehow, we’d all go back to the nice “establishment republicans” and everything will go back to the way it was in the nineties, with more rainbows and butterflies this time.

It’s not that I don’t understand the desire. To most people, even on the right, in my circles, the nineties now appear like a gold age of live-and-let-live. Yes, democrats had bad ideas, but they weren’t actively indoctrinating kiddies in racism in kindergarten. They weren’t actively locking us in our houses, or demanding we take an unproven and insane “vaccine.” Can we just go back to that? they ask.

No, you can’t. You can’t because it was never true. I laugh in the face of right wingers who talk about his new “cancellation” thing. Because it was going on since the mid eighties when I moved here. It’s just they used other innuendo to justify it. You were just a “bad person” in some way. A bad writer, a bad movie maker. You’d gone crazy. You’d lost your touch. Whatever. Now it’s just in the open.

Being in the open doesn’t make it worse. It makes it, however, more noticeable and allows people to see how stupid it is. and once you see it, you can’t unsee it.

Which is why we’re not going back to the “nice nineties” — because now we know what was going on behind the scenes, all the time. And once you see it, you can’t unsee it. You can’t go back. It’s impossible.

If you look at yourself and your opinions, in the last six years, you’ll see how much you’ve changed.

The biggest points in my change are:

A complete and utter distrust of the scientific establishment. I used to think that other than stupid cr*p like global warming, you could trust most of it. I was one of those people who would look up the official research and “the way things are done.” Not anymore. I’ve learned the limits of irreproducibility and also that most non-applied (and some applied like medicine) science is just “Shut up, they explained.”

A complete and utter distrust of our three letter agencies. Used to be that I looked at Heinlein saying that we had the worst intelligence services in the universe and go “well, I guess he’d seen some bad stuff.” Now? Now I look at it and go “You forgot self-serving, corrupt and partisan.”

A complete and utter distrust in centralized government. You know, it’s funny because I thought I already had that distrust. Turns out I was wrong. I still thought they had some sort of competence and ability to do things that benefited the country. Now? Now I think they’re as stupid and incompetent as they’re evil. Government should be as small and localized as possible. No. Smaller and more localized than that. No. Than that too.

A determination that the worst thing that ever happened to this nation were the changes perpetrated by FDR.

And that includes the “Perpetual war establishment.” Used to be I thought that the whole “Foreign wars are a way to kill young males and keep the people subjugated” was commie talk. Now? Trump proved that the “intractable middle east” is not intractable, if you aren’t afraid to stop the wars.

Am I against the military? Never. Like the police they have their place. But I’m against stupid and senseless wars and “building democracy.” We couldn’t even do it in Europe after World War II. Germany is still very much itself and still hates us.

I am for the Stephen Green foreign diplomacy plan. Someone hits us, we hit them back as hard as we can with everything in our arsenal, with a care to sparing our enlisted men who are our most precious resources.

After the leveling, we grab what passes for their leadership by the scruff and say “You f*cked with us. This was a bad idea. Don’t make us come back.”

For the rest? Close the borders, become as self-sufficient as possible, and let the world do what it will.

Stop feeding the crazy of the world a never ending supply of American bodies.

Also I now think schools including curricula should be determined at the district level, no higher. And national or state teacher certification is a joke. Let the schools determine who is fit to and they want to teach their kids. You might see a lot of retired doctors, engineers and computer programmers do it: people who’ve lived and worked in the world and don’t have their empty heads stuffed full of “useless theory”. Yes, some of them will be very bad. That will be a massive improvement.

All this centralized certify this and make sure it’s done that way, and– It’s all bullshit, and has made everything worse. It’s time to sh*tcan it.

And that’s become startling clear to a vast majority of people.

And that’s why we can’t be dragged back to the “Nice nineties.” It’s not just that now the left has lost what remained of its marbles and are declaring their pride in being stupid commies. They always were that. Do you remember a time when they wouldn’t proudly display Che T-shirts or Mao posters? Or that they were shunned for it by the vast majority of lefties?

It’s that now the rest of us know how diligently they worked and how much they undermined our freedom in order to gain power. We know how completely incompetent they are at anything else than gaining and holding power. We know they’d kill all of us — on purpose — to maintain it.

You can’t just be nice to people like that. And any republicans who get elected and think they can be nice and “work across the isle” are already in people’s minds as “people to replace as soon as possible.”

So, no, Trump is not a killer for winning seats. Trump is the only reason a lot of us are voting for even the lamest most rino-ed up GOP on the tickets. Because thanks to Trump they dropped their masks, and we’ve seen what they were doing all the time behind the nice scenary. And we’ll move away from THAT incrementally if needed, but away.

And while I didn’t decide to vote for Trump until the day before the elections in 16 and it was a “well, which of these candidates is less likely to get me shot in the back of the head”, and thought I have doubts about some of the stuff he did, like allowing the merry hell of covidiocy to progress (yes, I know, local rule. But sometimes you need a “hell to the no” from the top.) I would vote for him. I might vote for him more readily than for the politicians who are now imitating him. He made it okay to talk back to the left. And he made the left reveal itself. Just in those he might have done a greater service to the republic than any president in the last 100 years. And he learns, so there’s a good chance he’ll come in and start dismantling the bureaucracy.

It’s worth a try.

I don’t have anything against him personally. Yeah, he has a bombastic personality but I recognize an Odd when I see one. And the bombastic personality is one of the standard overlays. It don’t make no never mind.

And if he goes away, I’m not going to forget everything I’ve seen and go back to “nineties nice.” That’s impossible. Get rid of Trump and we’ll find someone you like even less. Get rid of that one, and we’ll find someone else even more objectionable to the “nice” kind.

The left got the way it is now by never being fought, never being thwarted. They’re giant spoiled children with a death wish, who are trying to kill us all.

You can’t put the toothpaste back in the tube. We’ve seen it.

It’s green, it’s radioactive, it’s made of alien eyes, and what’s been seen can’t be unseen.

Stop wishing for “nice” back and help us build the good. Help us build a good and solid work for our kids and grand kids to grow up in.

And stop lamenting and whining. Otherwise we’re going to give you a lollipop and have you sit with the spoiled kiddies of the left.

GTFO- Get The Fix Out A Guest post by Thomas Kendall

               I’ve noticed that current Democratic messaging on the upcoming election is:
               A) We will not know the election results for a couple of days

               -and-

               B) Republicans need to accept the results of the election

               Given that just recently the Republicans have been very heavily favored to pummel the Democrats in this election, the latter of these would be rather confusing if not for the first.

               So with this in mind, allow me to explain something to our “friends” across the aisle.

               Your brain-dead, know-nothing, goldfish-like mob of quasi-gender pseudo-intellectuals might have the collective memory of a damp rock and be so credulous that you can rewrite their basic goals and desires at the drop of a hat. But pretty much every person of voting age remembers that we were consistently able to count election results to within the statistical margin on election day in the not too recent past. The closest we came to a genuine delay on knowing was Al Gore’s endless recount demands, wherein new Democrat ballots would suddenly and mysteriously appear from nowhere every time the same ballots were counted. Weird how that happens.

               That practice of getting the results the same day suddenly and mysteriously changed in 2020. Extremely coincidentally, that was also the election where a bunch of places that had been trending towards various Republican candidates mysteriously started sliding blue in the magic-extended-counting-time which never existed before then, until they were outside the margin of error, whereupon counting was stopped. And because coincidences are apparently all best friends with one another and love to hang out together, that was also the election where a man whose brain and primary food group are both pudding, a man who had barely the stamina or coherency to be safely allowed to appear in public (and still doesn’t), “won” an election against a president who got more votes than any other incumbent in history. This astonishing feat involved many impressive accomplishments— some of which he might even be able to pronounce on his third try— including pulling larger proportions of the black vote than the first black president in history in various major metropolitan centers. Also, the usual areas with more than 100% voter turnout, which thanks to same day registration is not technically mathematically impossible anymore and so can never be questioned ever or you’re a Nazi (which is funny, given that vote totals mysteriously coming to more than 100% to support an entrenched ruling party was exactly the kind of thing the actual Nazis were fully in favor of).

               Bearing this recent series of amazing coincidences in mind, allow me to translate the points above from Democrat into something more recognizable to humans who didn’t sell their souls to Moloch:
               A) The Democratic party intends to unveil an egregious cheating campaign to save their sorry, worthless hides, the likes of which is going to make South America blush and say “Oh, my”.

               -and-

               B) You are not allowed to complain

               To which I say:

               Duly. Noted.

               Now before we go any further, I have to say something. Despite this: still go out and vote. Vote so these sons of bitches know exactly what kind of fire they’re playing with. Vote especially because they’ll have to triage resources. They can’t manufacture the whole vote everywhere. They don’t have the resources. If they did the DNC wouldn’t even be fighting this hard to run campaigns for candidates in various places. They’d do what they did with Biden and run Potemkin campaigns—the bare minimum to lend a vague appearance of credibility. National elections are easier to steal, because they can focus attention on choke-points in certain major cities to get disproportionate effect. It’s a lot harder to canvas a lot of little races. Your vote will matter even in blue strongholds. They’re facing huge swings this year. Your vote in a blue stronghold is taking up resources reinforcing ground. They would otherwise be able to use those resources to corrupt close races in less-safe areas. Maybe all it will do is make them take weeks to scrape together enough fraud. Stay with me, there’s a second part to this.

               Now it may well be too late to organize campaigns to protest outside the places where votes are counted when they begin magic-extended-counting-time. There’s a risk to any protesters who do turn out that even if you’re protesting in a perfectly kosher way, you may still be arrested and prosecuted. Being Republican is the only crime the current crop of corrupt kleptocrats care about. Even so, there’s no substitute for real faces in real places, and they’d have the biggest impact if we could muster them and keep them legally kosher (second part’s important, you gotta give your defense lawyer something to work with).

               But there is a plan B. If memory serves, I believe there was a notoriously dirty county in Florida that tried to pull this shit in one of the last two elections and didn’t back down until Trump himself shined a spotlight on them via social media. They do still respond to intense enough public pressure. Of course, Trump isn’t going to able to serve as nearly as much of a force multiplier this time around. We only have us. It has to be enough.

               With that in mind, I propose we prepare to shine a spotlight on them. They’re deathly scared over losing control of Twitter, and recent events show they were absolutely right to be scared. They’re still reeling from it. Biden has been fact-checked on transparent lies twice in the last week—once on gas prices being higher at the start of his “presidency”, and once on social security payouts. Hillary Clinton got a newspaper swat to the muzzle for trying to frame the bizarre hammer incident at Chez Pelosi as right wing violence. The censorship police have been stood down for the moment, and there’s an actual chance of truth shining out through the murk.

               Bearing this in mind, find out how to track your local races. If you have an old Twitter account, light it back up. If you don’t, now might be a good time to get one. Bring a friend. Network with some. Prep to signal boost. And if magic-extended-counting-time starts in your little neck of the woods, start pointing it out. Loudly. Point out how prior elections were counted. @BlueHairZoomer507  can write every WaPo explainer xhe wants saying how it’s perfectly normal for elections to take weeks to count, during which time all the previous trends in the counts mysteriously reverse course. You know better. You’ve lived in a time where that didn’t happen. They’re thieves and they’re liars and they’re trying to gaslight you into doubting your own eyes and your own memory. Point all of that out. “They literally know nothing”. They’re indoctrinated left-wing journalism BAs who think choosing between kale and quinoa on the side of their vegan avocado toast is the height of enlightened humanity. Their articles might sound fantastic to them, except for the tiny detail that we’ve done this in the past. Everybody including them knows the reason we’re suddenly not has nothing to do with incapacity and everything to do with the facilitation of corruption. And while they believe the glorious cause is worth corrupting the vote, they still don’t want to be caught red-handed at it. Our best chance is putting enough public pressure on them that they stand down. Point out the marking on the cards, and the shysters might not be able to pull off the trick.

               And if by some miracle the combination of the above efforts is enough—

               Republican leaders:

               Enough is enough. Your unwillingness to stand by the sanctity of the vote has pushed this country to the brink. It should have been your first fucking priority when Trump was elected. Half of you pissed it away trying to use Trump as a foil to look “principled”. Then you waffled like you were trying to take the eponym from Belgium in 2020, when the fraud was plainer than white bread and screamingly obvious. You don’t seem to understand: the game where you get to be the pet loyal opposition is so very 90s. It’s over now. The Democrats want it all, and they don’t care what they have to break to get it. You are not on the roster— you are on the menu. If you want to take your millions from highly legitimate donations and strangely accurate off-the-record investment advice and move somewhere far enough away from the plebs to not have to bother with us unwashed masses, fine. Do it. We’re sick of you, but fortunately for you, your incompetence has left us with enough fires to put out that we have bigger fish to fry. I suggest you make your getaway. Because understand, whether it’s us doing it, or the Democrats, the trough you have fed so well at is closing. Beat it.

               Everybody else in the Republican party:

               Fair. Elections. Now. Any power you accrue at the local level or state level, I don’t want to hear one damn word about anything until you explain how you are contributing to unfucking our elections. I know you can’t do all of this stuff with the power you’re actually able to get immediately, but we need you doing everything you can, and you need to start thinking long term about what you can set up now so that when you do have an opportunity, later, if we can somehow wrangle you another opportunity again, you don’t waste it.

                We need voter ID, tied to robust verification procedures. Voter rolls need to be purged regularly. Voter registration cannot be same day and it certainly can’t be automatic. Above all, no more voter participation over 100%. We need to be able to tell immediately if that happens that that district is dirty, and audit them until they start playing by the rules of basic mathematics again. Participation in our votes needs to be restricted to A) living people, B) people who actually exist, C) people who are legal citizens, and D) people who are old enough to vote. The only people who find these criteria legitimately problematic are by definition people who are trying to corrupt the vote. Their opinions don’t matter, and should not even be engaged with. If they freak out on Twitter, tell them to have fun freaking out and to go to Hell while they’re at it. These are basic, utterly common-sense benchmarks.

               Scrap early voting, or if you must have early voting, then extend it only very close to the election. Look at the water-carrying for Fetterman before the debate (I know doc Oz is not an ideal candidate—to say the least—but dear God). Do you suppose his early voters might be feeling a little buyer’s remorse? Realize that the con artists in the media are running constant interference. The further in advance you let people vote, the better the odds that this media interference can prevent people from glimpsing the truth before they pull the lever. To say nothing of the fact that if Democrats can get access to those votes, or even polls of people who have voted, they can calibrate their fraud operations with that information. That inability to calibrate accurately is almost certainly why the Clinton machine got caught off-guard badly enough for Trump to become president. That’s why Clinton herself shut down attempts at audits in 2016, even though she was beyond salty at losing—they would almost certainly have revealed the work of the same voting fraud organizations that came back with a vengeance in 2020.

               No more kicking out observers while counts happen. Most especially if a precinct decides it feels some magic-extended-counting-time coming on. If you want to count the ballots of the American people, you will do it in their full view. Poll workers who disagree with this should be dismissed—with the assistance of security if necessary—and replaced by ones who understand the necessity of transparency in voting a little better.

               And no vote by mail. It’s an invitation to fraud. Fraudsters steal the ballots and vote on people’s behalves. They pick them up in nursing homes and poor neighborhoods and vote on people’s behalves. They steal already filled ballots, steam them open, and spoil ballots that vote for the wrong people. They copy blank ballots and use them for all sorts of nefarious purposes. It was alleged by Giuliani in 2020 that this was up to and including “ballots” that were almost-blank sheets of paper with only the appropriate scanning guide-marks and filled in bubbles in places that lined up with where Democratic candidates were on the ballots, so they could be printed off faster to be run through machines en masse (Sure would have been nice if we had done any proper investigation of the voting irregularities given these serious allegations, rather than letting Democratic judges pass endless decrees that anyone who sued on the issue “lacked standing”. It certainly would explain why even the superficial investigation the Cyber Ninjas were allowed to do revealed—among other things— that more mail in ballots were returned than were sent out. But I digress.). Heaven knows, I’m not usually in Europe’s corner vs. the US, but for fuck’s sake, even various European countries won’t do mail in ballots because all these methods of cheating, and more, are opened up. I see people getting their hopes up for places with vote-by-mail like Colorado. I would call these places intrinsically long shots. I think your only hope is to overwhelm them so much it would take them weeks to “win”, and to make the process of “winning” too uncomfortable for them to move forward with. By all means, let’s do this. Just understand that we are fighting an uphill battle.

               If you are a rising Republican leader in a state has vote-by-fraud, my best advice is to start looking at ways to make ballots harder to copy and easier to enumerate. Any lever you can pull to make this happen, do it. Maybe things like watermarks and serial numbers which are not connected to the person who votes in any way, but will flag as duplicates in the system if someone tries to copy them, and will flag as non-existent if someone tries to assign serial numbers that don’t exist (my impression from the work of the Cyber Ninjas was that something like this may already exist, but I’m throwing everything I can out there). My advice would be to make them sequential but algorithmically obfuscate them in such a way that it’s not simple counting numbers—then even if your local Democrats print thousands of extras to give their local fraudsters leeway, they’ll still need to reverse engineer the algorithm or get very lucky to hit on a legitimate number. All of this, and any ways you can imagine, push to make counting more transparent and harder to put a thumb on the scales in, and preferably do it with the biggest public pressure campaigns you can. Sunlight is a disinfectant. A lot of the ballots you’ll get will still be ones spoiled, or stolen and filled out, or filled out on behalf of the barely functional, by fraudsters and ballot harvesters. But at least you can filter the outright non-existent people from the pool. You might need to ultimately wait for us to find a way to bail you out from the national side, but at least it’s better than you sitting there with your thumb up your ass, right?

               Again I repeat: Fair. Elections. Now. This age of unprecedented American electoral corruption must end, and people who insist upon practices that mask and abet corruption must be called out publicly and constantly. Disconnecting the elections from the votes cast is end-stage socialist dictatorship shit. There is no item on the agenda more important than this. It is essential to the integrity of the Republic. There is nothing else we can get traction on before we get this sorted out. Look at all the good Trump did, and look where the fraudulent 2020 election has left us two years later. And Republican leaders have ignored it or even aided the corruption for much, much too long.

               End it now. The fix has been in long enough, now get it out. We no longer have the luxury of playing these games.

Look, St. Francis preached to the animals. St. Anthony preached to the fish. I’m going to try to give a friendly warning to the left. Who knows? Maybe I can save us a hard landing. Because they’re preparing a really hard landing.

Let me start by stating that however much the lunatics on the left think they want a civil war, they really don’t want a civil war. It’s not a matter of win or lose. They’d lose. No, listen, it’s not that I don’t realize a lot of them are armed. It’s the hardware in the head. They’re blood thirsty but not disciplined. And their idea of who we are is completely wrong.

Remember the Sad Puppies kerfuffle, where they assured us they were just waiting for us to die since we were so old? The person saying that is three years younger than I. And that’s just the beginning of their misconceptions. There is the “uneducated”, the “poor” and the “millionaires” (And only heaven knows how they reconcile all those.) oh, also the “religious” which is somewhat right, kind of, if you squint.

The thing is, if they go on the war path, they’ll mostly shoot up their own constituents: the elderly who trust the MSM, the rich who have gone woke, etc. And they’ll do it first, because they always believe they’re righteous and that justifies anything.

They don’t want a civil war. They suck mightily at reading the room, and even then the feel of our anger should be enough to tell them they don’t want a civil war.

We don’t want a civil war either. No, seriously, we don’t. It would be worse for them, but very bad for us. If we get to throw down, Starship Troopers might be a best case scenario. And while a dictatorship by Veterans bent on service is not the worst thing that could happen, it’s not the most likely either. The most likely is that whoever ends up on top will decide we need to do away with the left once and for all by…. inverting all their positions, so we end up with socialism from the other side.

As someone who lived both under national and international socialism, let me tell you it’s a tough choice. National socialism kills you slower (unless we go German-efficient, of course, G-d forbid) but makes you much, much poorer and less self-sufficient (no, trust me) in between.

I want the Republic and individual liberties back, not socialism of either stripe.

So, it’s really important that the left listen to this: WE SEE YOU. AND WE HAVE A MEMORY.

Yeah you think that “we see you” is affirmative, recognizing the “good” things you do. Not this time, bucko.

I’m not the only one getting bombarded by articles on how long it will take to count the votes. Apparently you put that in the speech of your zombie in chief, too. And I’m not the only one who’s seen articles on how the right will “appear” to win, but then when all the votes are in you’ll be proven victors.

Let me put this in terms you understand:

NO ONE BELIEVES YOU. Not even a little bit. If you could read the room you could sense that. All of these articles on how long it will take, how wrong the first counting will be is just making people pissed off.

It’s kind of like that brilliant article asking for “amnesty” for things done during the Covidiocy. It might have worked fine if the entire nation had gone amnesiac. But in fact what it did was bring back memories we were trying to forget. AND NOW WE’RE AWARE AND REALLY ANGRY.

It’s the same thing. You THINK you got away with the soft coup in 2020. You stole the elections fair and square. And despite all your fears, no one has shot your skanky *sses into the next century. You put up all the barricades, you practically invited us to boog. And we didn’t. So you think you got away with it.

You didn’t get away with diddly squat. Your own polls should tell you that. As much as our side tries to avoid answering polls, (because we don’t trust them further than we can throw them, and have you seen the weight of some of those pollsters?) a majority of the country thinks you stole the election in 2020.

So, why aren’t we boogying? Because we aren’t you. We’re fully aware of dangers and consequences. We’ve studied history, and not the just-so stories Marxism imposed on it. We know that while there is a possibility of restoring the republic, it’s maybe 10% of chance. And all the others, even if they wipe out the “left,” are fairly horrifying.

They can’t win, but we can lose and lose big, and in the process lose also the lives of any number of innocents. Because both sides have targeting problems, though the left more than the right.

Does this mean they can get away with frauding again and everyone will stay quiet.

Ah…. No.

See, lefties, it would have been okay if y’all had stolen the presidency then sat down and gone ‘well, this is working, so let’s leave it in place. But we’ll definitely change the messaging.’ So you’d live our fuel independence in place, not do crazy sh*t to the economy, leave the border wall and protocols in place, and instead spend your time telling us how much better you were. H*ll, after a while, people might have voted for you for real. Non-politics-addicts tend to forget things like fraud if the economy is good and everything is stable.

But y’all are lunatics. Or cultists. Same/same. Despite the fact that communism in any form has never worked anywhere, ever, you’ve convinced yourselves you could make it work here. (Of course, you also think FDR “ended” the great Depression. Sometimes I think we should make you learn economics. Real ones.)

So you think that the Earth really is going to burn up, because Al Gore said so, and you poor bastards think the failed divinity student is a scientific genius. (It’s okay, my brother does too. A triumph of indoctrination over intelligence) And you think that if you just forbid fossil fuels, or at least forbid them in the US the not-even-enough-to-self-sustain solar and wind energy will automagically become viable. And you think that people won’t mind if our gas goes to same price as Europe — even though seriously I drive farther to the grocery store than my parents drive in a week to theirs. European countries are itty-bitty and everything is close together. We have miles and miles of miles and miles.) You think simultaneously that we’re overpopulated because, well, governments don’t lie, right? And that we must allow people to pour over the southern border (why only the southern, you racists?) because of course they’re “climate refugees.” (And ignore the fact our climate refugees go to FL which SHOULD tell you something, if you ripped off the ideological blinders.)

And so you set around running about with hammers in the machinery of government and — how to put this? — oh, I know: F*cking up everything. At speed. To the point that Jack and Jill public is finding it hard to survive, much less give their kids a good Christmas and honestly, most of us don’t know how to survive the next year.

People are angry and getting angrier.

And meanwhile you cartoon characters (Wile E. Coyote, super genius) are telling us everything is wonderful, the most important thing in the world is not to have voter ID, to keep voter by mail, and to legalize third trimester abortion everywhere. Oh, yeah, and to welcome the “new Americans” pouring over the border with no vetting and immediately enrolled on all forms of welfare.

Are you for real now? Do you have to brain cells to rub together?

The speed with which “Let’s go Brandon” became a thing should have given you a clue.

No one has forgotten 2020. I grant you that the less politically aware have forgotten that you kept polls open in Arizona for an extra 2 weeks in order to fraud Sinema in. Under some severe weather injunction. And they might have forgotten how much you frauded in 2006.

We also remember how quickly votes can be counted. And we KNOW that places like Portugal and France manage it, so why couldn’t we? Unless there is… what was it? Something like “the most extensive and inclusive fraud organization?” Was that it.

You think we’ve forgotten because we’ve been quiet.

But we haven’t. And most people will be open to us putting out articles about those and disseminating the knowledge (I have books to write, and would appreciate guest posts on irregularities perpetrated by dems the last …. 20 years. I’ll do it if I have to, but…. books.)

And we’re looking at your warnings that it takes SOOOOOO long to count votes, and it might be weeks after, and going to the shed and inventorying our agricultural implements.

You have no idea what Americans can MAKE out of pitchforks. Or make pitchforks out of.

Sure, it might “work” again. For maybe a month. And then it will get really ugly, really fast.

People can forgive one massive act of fraud. We know you’ve frauded before.

But Americans are not going to take well to being disenfranchised.

I don’t want to see what an actual American insurrection would look like. Y’all had enough trouble with Afghanistan. This is not the life I want for my kids and grandkids.

You’ve had a good run. Your model sucks. All it can do is kill and impoverish people.

And people are on to you, now you’ve lost the information monopoly. (And are losing more every day.)

It’s time to pretend you have some principles. We know you don’t, but we’ll let you hum the tune.

Take the drubbing that’s coming and shut up. Yes, you probably need a new party and new figureheads, but then again look around. All your great leaders are so old they look embalmed. Except for AOC and she’s so stupid that it’s obvious she’s a dinosaur with a brain the size of a walnut. (If that. We grant you she might have an additional one in her tail, but no, we don’t want to know. Regardless of her illusions, even our males would pay NOT to date her.)

If you try to fall back on old shenanigans, it’s going to be bad. Very bad for you, but bad for us. And a disaster for free men everywhere.

I beg you with tears in your eyes to be cautious for once in your life.

There is no arrow of history. The future doesn’t belong to you. And there is no amnesty where you’re pushing us.

Let it go. Let the fraud go. Let us rebuild.

Your ilk will come back. They always do. they are an inherent malware of the human heart that elevates envy to a virtue.

A healthy society and economy can live with you. What we have right now can’t.

I invite you to study virology and what an exaggerated immune response can do to a body.

Think about it.

Let us stabilize society, and you just might get away with the massive fraud of 2020. As long as there’s no repeats. No one will come for you, because we KNOW what the alternative is. But if you insist on keeping it up…. well. Things can go ugly fast.

No, I don’t know anything. None of us has — that I know — any plans. But I know a lot of people are very very angry. And they’re Americans. No one knows what they’re going to do. Not even themselves. However, if you know our history, when we do things we tend to be …. creative.

Sit down. Have another think. It’s in you best interests — and ours — to let this election be clean. After your performance, no one will believe you won this without fraud.

Sit down. Think. Stop reacting. Do the right thing.

I’ll be here. Inspecting my pitchfork. Which I WANT to use ONLY to mulch the flowerbeds.

Please, let me tend my garden.

What if the leftists gave an insurrection and nobody came?

You’ll remember leading up to Jan 6, despite being very unhappy about the big election theft, I was not really that enthused to go to DC and “protest.” Partly because I thought it wouldn’t accomplish anything.

I might still have considered going, just as a show of “we’re here and not happy” if we hadn’t been flat, stone broke at the time. (Which I was. For various reasons including the lockdowns which made it impossible for younger son to find work.)

The funny thing is how many people who never came by again dropped by to tell me I absolutely, definitely must go. It was my duty. (I wonder how those polo shirts fit….)

I do understand the people who went. It was an attempt at showing we existed, an attempt at showing “We see you.” Which we did. I mean people who regularly comment here, or their spouses were kicked out as poll observers just before that amazing jump.

And for the *ssholes reading, no I’m not going to discuss it. That’s not what this is about. Yes, the election was dirtier than my cat’s behind. For recap go here: the 2020 election: fuckery is afoot and here Election 2020: the more fuckery update. Larry says everything I could say, with far less swearing and much less arm waving, but correct in essentials.

I’ll only add that I KNEW it was going to go this way and there’s a lot of posts leading up to it. I’m not a number’s person like Larry or my husband. But I am a people person. No, I don’t mean I’m an extrovert. On the contrary. I’m someone who sits in a corner and observes people. (Unless it’s a con, and I’m on.) Partly because I don’t trust people and need to be forewarned if they’re going to do something freaky like be hyper friendly or — ick — talk to me.

I have half a century experience watching people, alone and in groups, in private and in public.

No one, absolutely no one would run the campaign Joe Biden ran unless they had everything pre-sewn-up with fraud so extraordinary that they could not have had more than say 10% of votes and yet “won.” It was a Potemkin campaign, designed to lend credibility to a fraudulent win. You could see it coming for months before hand. Or you could if you have some experience with how the left operates.

It is the measure of how badly they lost that even with that extraordinary network of fraud in place they had to fraud at the last minute, desperately and in full view, which is what Larry’s post is about.

And since then their entire behavior has been the behavior of those with a guilty, no, a filthy conscience, trying to prevent getting what they know they so richly deserve. From thwarted court cases, to the barbed wire and guards on DC, to… well, everything.

Part of the reason I didn’t go out for the forlorn hope of the 6th is that I couldn’t see how it would help. But the left, feeling guilty, needed to taint a demonstration against fraud and make it sound like an “insurrection” and something unprecedented (Which is hilarious considering how much wholesale political violence the left has engaged in in the last two or three decades, particularly during the lockdowns, but also routinely. Remember the ketchup bottle cosplayers at the SC hearings? They also “broke” into the Capitol. And they’re not sweetness and light either. And let’s not get started on the Occupy movement, because I don’t have all day.)

Of course, the only deaths by violence at the Capitol that day were among the protesters, one shot down out of the blue for no reason, the other apparently beaten to death. If you’re among the idiots who think police officers were attacked, do put it in the comments. I’ll enjoy watching my commenters eat you alive and burp out a rendition of the Star Spangled Banner afterwards while you run away in shame.

And other things have come out and quickly been hushed, like apparently Nancy Pelosi set the whole thing up and got it filmed in style. (She should have cameras in her own house, to prevent her husband’s tricks hammering him. But hey, perhaps she doesn’t care as much for that. She’s all about that power.)

Anyway, the left knows very well what they’ve done. They can also sense the anger in the country and the fact we know very well what they’ve done. It’s little “subtle” things like Let’s Go Brandon appearing everywhere in the night. Yes, sure, the left thinks it’s astroturf, because it always is for them, but at the back of their minds, they are discomfited, scared. They sense this giant ball of anger hanging over them, and they want us to do something highly inadvisable, so they can prove we’re “bad” once and for all.

Over the last couple of years, it’s become obvious this is the left:

It might sound utterly crazy to you. It does to me. But you forget two things:

1- the left is a cult and they believe with the certainty of fanatics that the future is theirs. The arrow of history points to their ultimate and eternal victory.

2- They don’t understand us at all. Violence for them is a knob which they twist up and down for effect (and usually via astroturfing and paying psychotics to scare the normies.) The don’t understand ours is a switch. If it turns on we can’t easily turn it off. Which is why we’re being slow and deliberate. The left meanwhile, like all primitives, mistakes restraint for weakness.

EXCEPT they’re starting to get a feeling they might have misjudged the situation. It’s not open, it’s not fully articulated, but the hair is rising on the back of their neck, and they feel like everything might not be up to their script.

They…. see a bad moon rising, so it put it. And they hear howls here and there. They’ve convinced themselves it’s just lost puppies so much that they’re probably going to try industrial levels of fraud in the mid-terms again. And it will go badly because we can see them. The cover of the media is now veil-thin. But they’re telling themselves that’s not true. And that they can get away with it.

They might… one more time. Maybe. Except that I suspect this time there will be fighting back by peaceful/legal means. But the establishment GOP is not very good at lawfare.

Mind you, I hope lawfare beats their fraud. No one wants an actual boog except the left. And they only want it because they’ve convinced themselves we’re incapable of fighting. May G-d have mercy on their souls.

But they sense something is not right. They sense a disturbance in the force. And they keep going more and more unhinged. Particularly in the whole “The sixth of Jan. was totes and insurrection, y’all!”

Except you know, it’s not very convincing come out of people with identical hair cuts and polos, wearing issue-shoes. It comes even worse from the clown face at CNN.

Take this for instance:

(link in image.)

Oath keepers spent over 400 on a “FEAST” at Olive garden, y’all. Says clown face CNN.

I’m not 100% sure what they think they’re accomplishing. I think they’re as usual assuming that we’re all barefoot scrambling peasants who have never been to a restaurant, or at least not recently. They think we’ll look at Olive Garden and go “Those dirty conspirators must have had foreign money to spend FOUR HUNDRED DOLLARS on a meal, at a posh place like that.”

Except those of us who have traveled and/or moved know that Olive Garden is mid-price (And might be the best priced place they could find around DC) and heck, even where I live which is not what you’d call the most expensive place ever, a meal out with the two of us at a cheap place now will set us back $50 once you tally tip and soda. Or it will if we have an appetizer (which husband likes to do.)

And sure, this was early 21, before the bidenflation, but these people had been walking around all day, most of them are men, and if you had ten people or so there’s no surprise they paid four hundred dollars at Olive Garden. I mean, we hit a hundred if we take son to Olive Garden for a celebration. And it’s no “Feast.”

So what has CNN uncovered? That people to the right of Lenin eat? Why, GASP, how dare we? That they eat at mid-price restaurants? Well, you know, not everyone is Nancy Pelosi or that Newsom fellow, let alone the Comos. Right wingers don’t get jobs for their politics. We don’t have money to spend like that….

Were we supposed to have a packed lunch? No one told us it was a brown bag event. Last we heard, the clowns on the left had declared brown bag lunches racist?

You’ve heard about if life hands you lemons, make lemonade?

They don’t have lemons. They don’t have anything they can make anything out of. At this point they’re just trying to spin nonsense out of thin air, and hoping it works.

This is what happens when all you have are lies, damn lies and Marxism.

In the end we win they lose. But don’t get cocky. On the way there unless a miracle occurs, they’re going to make a lot of us wish we were dead.

Keep your clothes and weapons where you can find them in the dark.

Be not afraid. Some things you have to go through. As the chicken says, it’s the only way to get to the other side.

Keep on keeping on.

Myth Matched – A Blast from the past post from December 2015

Every culture has myths. For instance, I grew up in a culture where I knew (not thought, mind you, knew) that if you took more than one aspirin at once, you’d die.

Proven?  You don’t need proven.  Everyone knew this.  Why would you test something that could kill you?

So my first week in the states, when I told my host mother I had a headache and she said “just take a couple of aspirin” I thought she was trying to kill me.  She had to show me the instructions on the bottle.

This trivial incident was my first exposure to the idea that “what everybody knows” can be wrong.

Progressive culture in the US, having been the dominant culture in media/entertainment and the news for the last 100 years at least (not the dominant culture in the country, necessarily, but the dominant culture in the classes that controlled these intellectual products and which were consolidated/made uniform by the “mass” aspects of communication since at least the end of the nineteenth century) has lacked challenges to its internal myths, which means it ended up with as many unfounded “everybody knows” as a small village in Portugal where aspirin was still a miracle drug and a little scary.

I normally don’t pay attention to what Bernie Sanders says, and pay Hillary only the attention necessary to roll my eyes at the things that come flying out of her mouth.  (Like, for instance, that Republicans don’t know that terrorists use guns to kill people.  Oh, lady, we know, that’s why we want guns of our own to defend ourselves, because the terrorists, you know, aren’t likely to obey gun regulations.)

But yesterday Mike Rowe went after Bernie Sanders.

At first I just read it wishing that popcorn didn’t have so many carbs.  Then I went back and read the tweet that inspired Mike’s take down. Here it is in its full glory:

“At the end of the day, providing a path to go to college is a helluva lot cheaper than putting people on a path to jail.”

Mike got seriously upset — as he should — at the notion that not going to college is the same as being condemned to becoming a criminal, and he went after it, as well as after the fact that absent a few professions (and the only reason my kids are in college is because they’re aiming for two of those professions) college really doesn’t help.  (Make an informal count in your head.  How many of your friends with degrees work at anything even vaguely related to their degree?  And don’t tell me “but they learned to learn” because this is another thing altogether and you might have confused cause and effect.)

But there’s more than that in that tweet, there are at least three warring myths, all of them so central to what liberalism once was that the current progressives aren’t even aware most of them have been disproven by the real world tm.  These are things “everyone knows” and why would you question something everyone knows?

The thing is outside their world, where no one gives a good goddamn about their myths, these things are disproven, and most people only don’t realize it because of the entertainment news industrial complex repeating them so often and acting like they’re proven.

The first and most basic myth, and one of which, once upon a time, I was an ardent proponent, is that education is transformative.  This goes along with the myth that man is infinitely perfectible.

The liberal project — back when liberal meant classical liberal — as undertaken by our ancestors, hinged on the idea that education would transform everyone into individual thinkers and philosophers like themselves.  It would make them more moral too and improve them to be onto like angels.

They had a point of sorts, in their time.  Most of the people who weren’t learning weren’t learning because they were underfed, too busy making a living, sick with a million little illnesses that made them not function well intellectually.

I saw this in action in the village, which is why I was an ardent believer in this myth.  Giving people education truly uplifts them if the people giving the education also provide a meal and clothes.

The thing is, it’s one of those things that has huge gains up front.  “Teach everyone to read” makes a huge difference.  And yes, can make for a more moral society, if the education has a moral component.  This is important as “education” is not a neutral value.  It can be adaptive or maladaptive to reality.

However just about every country in the world that isn’t in dire crisis or doesn’t belong to a religion that forbids secular education has free education — yes, even where I came from, though often the kids were taken out of fourth grade to work in factories.  This was strictly speaking illegal, but you could always find a doctor to sign a paper saying your kid was educable mentally retarded and couldn’t learn any more “abstract stuff” but could learn to be a factory worker) — at least through 9th grade and often through 12th.

I’ll pause here to point out that when I was little, someone with a 9th grade education was accorded the respect here given to people with Masters Degrees now.  They were learned and performed work of the mind, and didn’t dirty their hands.  This I’d guess is true for most of history.  The level of a 9th degree education allows you enough to explore and learn just about everything that doesn’t require hands on training or specialized tutoring only administrated by professionals.  (I’ll not specify which trades because it varies per learner.  I can’t learn languages outside a classroom, at least a virtual one.  I also have trouble with art by myself.  I’d guess there’s the same problem with most things requiring labs to learn.)

So, are people made more moral?  Snort giggle.  Hardly.  The causes for this are complex and a lot of it has to do with how wealthy our society is.  Wealthy people have always had more time to get funny on morality.  Other parts include a morally neutral or worse education (when the purpose of education is to deconstruct the culture that made more people wealthy and healthy than any other culture in history, while praising cultures that mutilate women, kill gays and enslave children, it is worse.)

Are people individual little philosopher kings, for all these years of education thrown at them?

I read something in a book I can no longer remember the title of, when I was researching Shakespeare.  The number of people who are fluent enough readers to read for pleasure in our day is the same as in Shakespeare’s day.  When they didn’t have free education, much less 12 years of it.

The idea that if you gave everyone enough food and time and free schooling they’d all become erudite and thinkers can be disproved by a stroll through your local Welfare hub.  Go on, I dare you, go down and start a little discussion on Kantian philosophy.

But it’s an idea that remains a myth on the left which has lost all other classical liberal ideals (like, you know, individual freedom) but holds fast onto this idea that education will somehow make a progressive out of everyone.  (Patently ridiculous as they’ve been indoctrinating several generations now, and it still won’t take the way they want.  That cold slap of reality counteracts it.  Which is why they advocate more cowbell.)

The other myth in that statement — and the only way to make sense out of that linkage between education and prison — is actually several linked myths:

1- that people turn to crime when they’re poor  (an insult to every poor but honest person ever.)

2- that without a college education you’ll be poor (Mike Rowe ably disposed of this one in the linked article.)

3- that if the government won’t pay for something it’s unobtainable because there is no private charity and also people can’t lift themselves up by their bootstraps.

All of these are nonsense.  Sometimes I think people like Bernie Sanders watch Les Miserables (a piece of propaganda even when it was written) and say “it’s true, it’s all true” and then see the world through that lens ever since.

Being poor doesn’t lead to crime.  Wealthy people can and do commit crimes, not all of them white collar (in one of the stunning contradictions that would make their heads explode if they paused and thought about it, progressives also assume that all rich people are criminals, since economics is a fixed pie (giggle-snort) and to have more you have taken “more than your fair share.)

Lack of a college education doesn’t make you poor.  I’ve yet to meet a poor, competent plumber. And I sometimes regret I didn’t learn more carpentry from grandad, instead of going to college.  We knew someone who built cabinets by grandad’s method (think all manual tools) in reproduction of colonial furniture.  One of those cabinets which he could build in 3 months, sold for what my husband was making at the time, as a computer programmer. I’m fairly sure anyone who knows one of those trades really well is raking it in.  We’ve become a nation of do-it-yourselvers not because we enjoy it, or want to save money but because finding a competent tradesmen takes longer than just doing the best you can.  (Been there, done that, have spackle on my t-shirt.)

People have managed to be educated beyond their relatives and parents without any government intervention (in fact until government stuck its nose and quotas in, there were a lot of merit scholarships.  My husband did his college with them and a part-time job.)

Once you realize those myths ARE myths, Bernie’s prescription to end crime makes about as much sense as saying something like “Hit yourselves on the head with rubber mallets, increase the production of wheat.”

In fact, someone came trolling a share of this post trying desperately to keep the two things linked by yelling that it was a shame we spent more on jails than education.

Again, with the what?  Nothing our government does makes much sense, but this makes as much sense as “Abolish the helium reserve. Subsidize canneries.”

What we’ve found since the classical liberal times when we thought education would uplift everyone is that education and proper nutrition and proper civic instruction does uplift some people.  Yeah, there are a percentage of people out there who could/would do much better with a little help.  I don’t know about you, but I make it a point, on my own, to identify such people and such situations and intervene and help when I can.

But you can lead a student to school; you can imprison him/her in it for 8 hours a day for 12 years: what you can’t do is make them learn.

The same person who was whining about that horrible discrepancy between jail spending and education spending said that you know, most criminals stop learning in grade school.  I think he meant they dropped out.  This is probably true, although I’d bet the reverse, that if you dropped out of grade school you’re likely to be a criminal isn’t true.  It’s also insulting to claim so.  For this he advised more cowbell… er I mean more free education.

The sad fact is that we’ve continuously not only dumbed down education, but tried to make it “fun” (listen, if you’re learning a language, there’s no way to make it fun.  To be fluent, you need to start by memorizing vocabulary and studying grammatical structures.  Neither of those is fun.  Useful. Needed.  Not fun.) to the point that a High School diploma means nothing, which is why the new push to put everyone to college, as if more of the same will fix the problems.

There are people who don’t learn because they have no interest in learning.  Some of them might be very good at things — engines. Carpentry — that would baffle phds who are not put together that way.  There are people who don’t learn because our educational system, barring active teaching at home after class, is put together NOT to teach but to keep the masses from rebelling in their pseudo-scholastic prisons.

Lack of book learning doesn’t make anyone a criminal.  It doesn’t make them poor either.  I think my dad’s dad had a third grade (might be fourth) education.  Like younger son when he was younger, he had problems with verbal expression, and issues writing a legible hand.  In those days this meant “stupid” or at least book stupid, so his caring parents apprenticed him as a carpenter.  He supported his family in (for the village — grin) a more than middle class lifestyle, never that I know so much as stole a stamp, and raised sons and daughter who did better than him, and grandchildren who — weirdly — all have college educations, almost all of them (except me) in useful fields that actually make things or cure people.

The left is so wrapped up in their myths that they don’t understand “subsidize more education.  You’ll need fewer prisons” makes about as much sense as “eat more fiber. Control garden pests.” Worse, they legislate based on these myths, without the slightest qualm.  And then are shocked and posit bizarre theories (the GOP is holding back solar energy! The oil lobby! Eleventy!) for why it didn’t work.

And this is why our monoculture of progressivism hurts every field in which it is in fact a monoculture: education, the arts, entertainment, politics.

This is why diversity of thought is important. And why the progressives’ crazy attempts to shut down opinions they don’t agree with are … well… crazy.

In the safe space everyone believes as you do.  And that’s the problem.  Human beings aren’t built to be safe.

It is in the rubbing of thought against thought, in the contest of vision against vision that the truly ludicrous is eliminated and that, at least, we avoid the worst errors.

It is in not being locked up in a tiny intellectual village that real progress is made.  Not the “progressive” of progressives, which fills mass graves with those humans who weren’t infinitely perfectible, but the progress that fills bellies, raises humans above poverty and makes it possible to aspire to the stars.

Real progress comes from strife and work.

Which is why they’re acting more and more like isolated, illiterate villagers in a land where myth is more important than evidence.

And why in the end we win, they lose.

I don’t believe in aliens but I profoundly dislike Woo Woo. And Aliens at least aren’t woo woo. Or they weren’t. It could be argued that when everyone on the left started running around talking about UFOs being some kind of psychic phenomenon, (circa early seventies) it was a sign of true cultural rot or perhaps a sign that my (tongue in cheek, I think. I THINK) theory below is true, of course.

I don’t know how many of you remember this, but UFOs and aliens didn’t use to be in the same category of belief as elves, fairies, ghosts, weird spirit messages and the thing called “Earth changes” that has sneaked back in under the scientifist guise of “Global Warming” on the left.

UFOs were a sign of something physical out there. Of possibly more scientifically advanced but not supernatural aliens. Maybe very bad aliens. (Looks at Puppet Masters.)

And then it changed and became part of the new age circus. Which is when I gave up on it, though I always had trouble believing in aliens, which is why they don’t exist in my fiction, even when they seem to. (More on that later.)

Yesterday in a group, a friend said what is obvious about the left is that they seriously oppose human reproduction and longevity. Ultimately human life, I guess.

Here’s the list as to why:

NOT AN EXHAUSTIVE LIST:

1) Pushing to maximize abortion

2) Pushing to maximize homosexuality

3) Multiple different initiatives to make child rearing more difficult and expensive including a) Ramping up the intensity of social services scrutiny, effectively necessitating high intensity “helicopter parenting” b) Turning schools into indoctrination factories that don’t prepare children to function independently but do prepare them to have constant fights with their parents over their indoctrination c) Making healthcare more expensive through constantly ramping regulation, making the actual having of children more difficult and prohibitively expensive d) Pushing to nationalize healthcare, granting them further power over who lives or dies– allowing limitation of IVF, and also e) legitimizing legal euthanasia while also pushing to make healthcare decisions for the public (see Canada right now)

4) Pushing from other regulatory angles to make the de-facto standard a two-income family, ensuring children are raised in daycares and further pushing family budgets to the brink

5) Using the student loan system to turn the bulk of reproductive age, upwardly mobile people into collateral in a deal that passes billions of dollars directly from the US government to the same system that then indoctrinates those kids to the point of full societal dysfunction; encouraging, as much as possible, the use of sex as entertainment ONLY

6) Turning sterilizing yourself into the hot new fad for kids

7) Turning the simple identification of gender into a minefield so that even sex between people who aren’t mutilating themselves is suddenly difficult to even consider

8)Willfully manipulating nursing homes into putting elderly people in a position where they are MOST LIKELY to die during COVID

9) Adopting COVID policies which foreseeably shut down cancer diagnostics and treatment for almost two years, which is the most likely cause of the 10 fold increase in the rate of cancers since the COVID lockdowns (although I can’t entirely discount that the vaccines themselves are partially responsible because, sing it with me now, you can’t ensure the long term safety of something that hasn’t been around long enough to have long term safety data, which is why we do clinical trials and not mass experiments on the general public. I note in passing that the drug companies are so trustworthy they demanded legal indemnity as a condition of participating, while swearing blind that the product was safe and effective even though it was physically fucking impossible for them to have data to back that up due to minor problems like the requisite quantity of time not passing.)

And then this:

Whether they intend this to be a coordinated effort or passively want us gone, at some point you realize

The Democratic party? They’re the aliens in Independence Day.

Because I don’t like Woo Woo, I jumped off from this to aliens:

If the hypothesis that appeared in a lot of pulp age SF that humans were “the old ones” of the Galaxy (or the universe) who lost a war, and whose remnants were sent to Earth in exile, and whose “leaders” are being manipulated by “aliens” to keep them from achieving high tech, specifically space travel again, what would be different?

Space travel?

Well….

1- Shortly after the moon landing, there was a concerted effort by the left to confuse, thwart and obfuscate all attempts at space travel.

2- the talk of UFOs and possible space travel was corrupted by an entire slew of “sightings” and ideas that made UFOs and aliens into a supernatural, woo woo phenomenology fit only for New Age circles.

3- NASA might have gone the way of all government agencies, so natural, but–

4- Every democrat president is intent on crippling our ability to travel in space further, and discredit the very idea we SHOULD aim for it or attempt it.

5- Even space opera with or without minimally believable science, which — if nothing else — kept the idea we can eventually travel to and colonize the stars was shut down hard, in favor of fantasy and HARD science fiction. (I have nothing, absolutely nothing about hard science fiction, but with very few exceptions, it is only exciting to people who know enough science to understand what’s being done. It’s not how you popularize the idea of space colonization.) And the old masters who were pro-space were discredited and attacked. Even Baen who kept space travel fic alive, kind of, ended up in the narrow mil-sf sub-field most of the time. The rest became one of those self-fulfilling prophecies of trad pub: Space opera doesn’t sell, so we won’t publish any, and what we publish we won’t promote, so it doesn’t sell, so space opera doesn’t sell, so we– last verse, same as the first.
Note trad pub did this even though space opera movies continued to do exceedingly well, even arrantly stupid ones.

6- our capacity to generate enough energy to allow for even thinking of space travel is under systematic attack, which

a) feeds into depopulation, or will this winter, but also

b) inexplicably nuclear is included in this and attacked twice as hard, which of course is at war with us going to space, interstellar travel and eventually FTL (yes, it’s “impossible.” Our species has an history of doing the impossible on the regular. It’s just incremental steps, which are being thwarted by cutting us off at the ankles.)

That second list is also not exhaustive and I’m sure other people can contribute more instances of “this just doesn’t make sense, unless….”

Now I said I don’t believe in aliens and I don’t. I mean, base level fundamental, either aliens are utterly incomprehensible to us, or we wouldn’t realize they’re sentient. I THINK. But at the same time, if our species is much, much older, the aliens could be us.

Maybe there’s a universe of space commies, and we’re the space Americans who’ve lost the battle but not the (final war.)

Look, no, I don’t believe in any of this. This is the process I go through to create universes. I go through the evidence, see if it’s coherent, etc.

But if this were true what would be different?

And mostly I say “aliens” because I don’t like woo woo.

On the other hand, if it’s aliens I can’t do anything about it. If however it’s activity by a well-dressed gentleman of wealth and taste whose expensive perfume can never fully disguise an underlying whiff of brimstone.

…. Well, I can pray.

Even if it’s the equivalent of looking for the car keys under the street light and doesn’t make much sense.

Anyway — I don’t believe in any of this. I think. But it was worth laying out to think on.

Cui bono in all these things? Cui bono?