To Be Diverse or Not Diverse, That is the Question – by Dave Truesdale

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To Be Diverse or Not Diverse,
That is the Question

by Dave Truesdale

 

Like many of us, I suppose, I’ve always found a certain degree of disconnect between two opposing positions from Libs and especially the Woke crowd. On one hand they plump for Diversity, the assimilation of all kinds of people into society regardless of ethnicity, gender, sexual proclivity or identification. (Except for diversity of thought, of course, but we’ll set that aside for the moment.) On the other hand, these Woke Libs plump against any sort of Cultural Appropriation, or as Wikipedia defines it:

“Cultural appropriation, at times also phrased cultural misappropriation, is the adoption of elements of one culture by members of another culture.”

On one hand the Diversity they seek seems more of an inclusive nature, while on the other hand the Cultural Appropriation they rail against seems more of an exclusive, or non-inclusive nature, if you will.

Please note that hyperbole raised to the level of a reductio ad absurdum level of argument can often be an effective tool in presenting one’s argument. I now ask you to consider that on the one hand, and where the SF field is concerned, that Liberals, most especially their Woke and highly vocal and activist faction, claims a lack of diversity in the field—the SF field created by, maintained, and overseen by white people, mostly white men1.

That this is patently absurd even on its surface is laughable, but if you say something often enough and loud enough and have the media on your side…. But on the other hand they do not realize that, by their own definition and that of wikipedia, they are appropriating the distinct culture of the SF field, which is an inviolable crime in their eyes.

Using the Libs and their most vocal Woke spear carrier logic, they seek to achieve their goal of diversity in the SF field (except for thought) by blatantly and without regard to the specific cultural phenomenon that is the SF field—which is a unique sub-culture unto itself—to appropriate the field by intimidation and other unethical means, among them belittling and smearing the sub-culture they seem to dislike but wish to become a part of, by attempting to alter or destroy from within many of this specific sub-culture’s most honored institutions, awards2, and its most revered personages.

And over time it has come to the obvious attention of all with an even passing acquaintance with the SF field, its fandom and inner workings and history, that this forceful appropriation (and then destruction) of the field’s awards, founders, and institutions comes not from a love or true affinity for the SF genre and the kind of literature that has spread to worldwide prominence since its formal inception in 1926, but to promote its own social and political agenda with the express intent to destroy and remake and promote the field using its social and political dogma to now define the field, with no intellectual departure from theirs tolerated, including in the field’s in-house publication of record, the SFWA Bulletin, where in recent years what amounts to an overseer censorship panel comprised of its members has been created where none had previously been found necessary since the organization’s founding in 1965, more than half a century ago.

The SF field has always been open to everyone at every level, so the basic anti-diversity claim from the Woke crowd is an outright lie. This has been pointed out to them on numerous occasions over the years, yet they persist in the lie, repeat it often and ever louder, thus revealing their own disingenuous nature, and all the while labeling anyone who disagrees with their viewpoint a racist, sexist, homophobe, because these are the tried and true strawmen guaranteed to shut down any argument.

They scream and holler about cultural appropriation when it comes to the white oppressors in SF, yet use smears and intimidation3 to aid in their attempts to appropriate (and thus balkanize–divide and conquer) the SF field in service to the lie born of the double helix comprised of their social/political agenda of non-diversity in the field.

Speaking of that diversity word again brings to mind how the word itself has been mis-appropriated by the politically correct and holier-than-thou endowed Woke community now enjoying every freedom the SF field has always offered them. A handful of years ago, give or take, some in the SF community (both pros and fans) loudly complained of the relative non-diversity in the novels that had routinely been winning the Hugo and Nebula awards. The non-diversity manifesting itself in a general similarity in the types of themes explored, points of view espoused on certain issues within novels, and a general sameness of approach.

Many more social SF stories were being nominated or winning the awards and had drifted away from true quill SF but maintained their genre bona fides as they masqueraded as SF via a future time stamp or were perhaps set on other worlds or on spaceships, with less and less straight SF types were being considered seriously. The “new” SF had to deal with feelings and emotions and character interaction from a very narrow and limited spectrum of acceptable viewpoints to make the cut.

Very few fans had even read the eventual award winners and few can recall their titles to this day. And many of the winners invariably were published by one, or maybe two, major publishing houses with deep pockets for advertising, word of mouth, and the purchasing of voting memberships for their staffs—year after year after year.

So a cry for change went up and was quickly smothered by calls of racism and sexism and homophobia leveled against, you guessed it, old white men, who, they opined, wanted nothing to do with diversity, that old reliable strawman always riding in to save the day. But do you see what the Wokies did there with the way they interpreted diversity to their favor?

The original long-standing complaint was the lack of diversity (in a broad sense) of story type when it came to the two major SF awards. It had nothing to do with lack of diversity as the Wokies used it: as those who hated people of color, or gays or lesbians or any others to be included under the ever-growing LGBTQ crowd, or women. To be accused of racism or sexism and all the rest of it was a hard act to overcome and make your voice heard above all the orchestrated furor against how utterly evil you were. But this mis-appropriation of the original use of diversity by those complaining of the sameness of much SF was entirely lost in the dust of the windstorm swirling around them. And it lingers to this day. And is totally unjustified.

Diversity is fine and to be sought and applauded. But not when it is used in a hypocritical nature to justify the takeover of an entire genre of literature, nor when its use is suborned to exclude diversity of thought. Controversial subject matter has been the bread and butter of the most fondly remembered—and awarded—stories and novels in science fiction history. But not now. Authors are afraid—outright intimidated—to pen anything truly radical and outside the realm of the accepted PC Woke orthodoxy of themes and treatments. Stories are being trunked, hidden away and not sent to publishers or editors for fear of instant rejection.

And it all has its basis on the big lie of the field being non-diverse in who can write it and who has been horribly and systematically oppressed by it. Hogwash. The forces that led to more men than women writing SF, or people of color getting into the field, didn’t come from within the field but from what real life was taking place in the real world outside the field. When folks of any gender or color found their way to SF, either through its early magazines or conventions or later its films, they were always welcomed with open arms.

We were the one place where nothing mattered but one’s love of science fiction or fantasy. We had always been a safe place from the outside world when we attended a convention for a weekend, or immersed ourselves in a book, or spent a few hours in a darkened theater as our imaginations soared and took us away from our day to day problems.

But that has all changed, at least within the confines of the literary SF world. We welcomed in those with a different social/political philosophy with open arms, welcoming the diversity that has always been endemic to the field. But these new “fans” and authors didn’t wish to assimilate but to overcome the existing status quo and destroy it utterly from within—while not allowing the diversity of thought they so loudly and righteously campaigned on. And now the awards mean almost nothing, for they are selected based on a set of superficial demographics and accepted Truthink instead of literary merit. And even some of the more rational liberal set have come to recognize the fact. But it may be too late. The Hugo and Nebula awards are lost. The trade publication of the genre, the Science Fiction Writers of America Bulletin (of which I was once editor long before things went south) is now a heavily censored “state” arm of the Woke ruling class (after having excised two of its longtime columnists for the use of what someone considered a sexist characterization, and forcing its female editor to tender her resignation) and is now rife with milque toast Samethink pablum for its new members who don’t know the score yet.

Speaking of new members, there are always new fans coming into the field for one reason or another and they may need some help navigating the do’s and don’t’s so they can make friends and enjoy their experience in SF to its fullest. Wilson (Bob) Tucker wrote the classic Neo-Fan’s Guide to Science Fiction Fandom back in the 1950s and Tucker (1914-2006) updated it seven times over the decades (to make 8 editions), but the most recent update was way back in 1996. I think it’s time to write a brand new one because the old one, while it brings back fond memories of what it meant to be a fan, included a lot of fan history, an early fannish lexicon, and how to behave at conventions and what fandom was about in general, it is now almost a relic of a forgotten and glorious past. All I need is a title and a little help from my friends and I could make it happen. I’m thinking of The Woke Neo-fans Guide to Rightthink Science Fiction Fandom for the Age of Diversity. Too much?

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1The widely (but wrongly) accepted wisdom in many parts of the SF fan and professional ranks today is that from its inception the genre has actively discouraged anyone not straight, white, and male from writing or editing science fiction, or attending (at its beginnings) small local SF clubs and then its first conventions in the 1930s. Nothing could be further from the truth, and in fact the opposite is true if photos, stories, fan and professional activites by women are to be believed. They are part of the historical record and go back to the field’s official beginnings in the 1920s.
From the introduction to her collection Women of Futures Past (Baen, September 2016), editor Kristine Kathryn Rusch quotes from Eric Leif Davin’s heavily researched Partners in Wonder: Women and The Birth of Science Fiction 1926-1965 (Lexington Books in 2006), where she says that Davin “begins with a list of two hundred and three known women who published in U.S. science fiction magazines between 1926 and 1960.” She then writes: “Amazing Stories’ first issue appeared in April of 1926. In the June 1927 issue, Clare Winger Harris became the first woman to publish a story in a science fiction magazine.” Rusch then quotes Davin: “It was the beginning of a popular and rewarding science fiction career for Harris,” he writes, “(in) a field still so young that it was composed of only a single magazine. Nevertheless, she was there, almost from the beginning, with her name splashed on future covers to attract readers.” [Davin, page 29]” Rusch writes: “Gernsback was deeply aware that he had a female audience for his magazine. He wrote this in his editorial for the September 1926 issue: “A totally unforeseen result of the name (Amazing Stories), strange to say, was that a great many women were already reading the new magazine. This is most encouraging.” [quoted in The Battle of The Sexes in Science Fiction, Justine Larbalestier, Wesleyan University Press, 2002, page 23]”
Again, from Rusch: “In addition, he [Davin] lists twenty-six women who edited “science fiction, fantasy, and weird” magazines in the years between 1928 and 1960.” … “In other words, women not only published stories at the dawn of the modern science fiction era, they edited stories as well.”

2Even political liberals in the SF community who have put up with (or agreed with) some of the Woke shenanigans thus far (the redesigning of at least one award trophy because it was a bust of one of the most iconic figures in horror literature who espoused racist views in the 1920s, and the renaming of two other awards named after highly influential contributors to the field, one a man {an editor} and the other a woman {an author}, because of what are now unacceptable views or actions in either their professional or private lives many decades ago) have begun to cry foul in recent years due to the devaluing of the field’s two major literary awards, the Hugo and the Nebula.
Many (in a non-partisan voice) have asserted that these awards mean nothing now, so co-opted and plainly given only to those whose social or political philosophies align with the Woke Left—or who are writers of non-white ethnicity (mostly female)—that their literary worth is virtually an afterthought if thought of at all.
The past three or four years of Hugo and Nebula fiction award winners bear this out unequivocally. If you are white (and especially those males who do not kow tow to the Woke’s party line PC ideology), you’re out. No awards for you. Belong to a minority (even an artificial one—are you a member of the diabetic minority and has the SF field oppressed or overlooked your work?—they seem to pop up all the time these days), are a person of color, or a woman, and we see that you’re Woke, then you’re one of our kind of people. You wrote someting last year? Great, we’ll see about getting you on the ballot—after all, diversity.

3Documentation abounds of cases where fans have been suspended for a period of time within the dates of a convention or outright ejected from a convention, or professional authors disinvited from their Guest of Honor roles because a lone person has pointed out to a convention committee something objectionable (in their eyes) that the fan or author has said, or written in a story or book, sometimes years in the past. Must every fan or author now adhere to a specific social/political agenda in their speech or written words or be blackballed as a racist or sexist (without proof or given a chance to confront their accusers or rebut such onerous slurs) and ostracized from the community for what amounts to Wrongthink (ala 1984)? Is the accusation now enough in the enlightened Woke world? The evidence continues to mount that it is.
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Dave Truesdale has edited Tangent and now Tangent Online since July of 1993. It has been nominated for the Hugo Award six times, and the World Fantasy Award once. A former editor of the Bulletin of the Science Fiction & Fantasy Writers of America, he also served as a World Fantasy Award judge in 1998, and for several years wrote an original online column for The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction. Now retired, he keeps close company with his SF/F library, the coffeepot, and old movie channels on TV. He lives in Kansas City, MO.

I Just Want to UNDERSTAND

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There was a comedy show in Portugal in the … eighties? Late seventies? where the punchline was “No, I don’t want you to explain it to me. I only want to understand.”

Lately I feel that way about so many things.  Take gender, for instance. I keep getting told that all sorts of things are true that can’t be true at the same time because they are mutually exclusive.

For instance: I’m supposed to believe that gender is a social construct.

Okay, let’s take that and run with it, shall we?

1- Gender is a social construct. Not just at the level of how  males and females behave, but EVERYTHING.

You can become a woman, a man, or indeterminate just by declaring you are one.  That is the entire battle of the pronouns, isn’t it?

So, let’s assume this is absolutely true.

Why bother declaring anything? If gender is a social construct, who cares what you declare? Call yourself human, or a little teapot, and never mind gender at all. Why invent pronouns? Just use what comes to mind.

Please don’t explain. I just want to UNDERSTAND.

2- We live in patriarchy and women are continuously oppressed.

Okay, if gender is a social construct, who the hell is being oppressed? If being a woman is so bad, and we can choose our genders, why would you choose to be a woman?

Please don’t explain. I just want to UNDERSTAND.

3- Women suffer from a “pay gap” which means that women always are paid less than a man.

… Yet people who are “assigned male gender” at birth CHOOSE to be women.  WHY would anyone do that? Why would they CHOOSE to be paid less?

Please don’t explain. I just want to UNDERSTAND.

4- Some people actually have surgery to be their preferred gender/sex.

Why on Earth would you do that, if gender is a social construct? Why go to the expense, pain, potentially irreversible damage, if they’re already whatever gender they say they are, just by declaring it?

Please don’t explain. I just want to UNDERSTAND.

5- People who fall in love with people of the same gender have been historically persecuted and discriminated against.  There was a fight for the ability to marry those they love. In many parts of the world they’re still thrown from roofs or have walls demolished on them.

But if gender is a social construct, who cares who they fall in love with? Couldn’t one of them declare himself/herself the other gender and avoid issues within family? I mean, it’s a lot of work for a pronoun, isn’t it? If that’s the only difference…

Please don’t explain. I just want to UNDERSTAND.

6- Right now people under 18 cannot choose to drink. They cannot choose to marry. They cannot choose to live on their own.  It’s not legal to give them full time jobs.
But they can totally choose to have surgery — irreversible surgery — to alter their gender, even though gender is a social construct, that can be altered by declaring oneself another gender.

How and why does any of this make any sense?

Please don’t explain. I just want to UNDERSTAND.

Don’t explain, because you can explain anything with a self-referent system of sophism that covers up REAL contradictions with bullshit about privilege and oppression, all of it without referent to the outside world.

The truth is that the idea that gender is a mere social construct can’t coexist in a world with any of the other shibboleths the left doesn’t allow us to question.

Which in turn means their only argument is “Shut up, shut up, shut up” — aka “privilege” and telling you you don’t have the right to an opinion.

And yet questioning is what we must do.  And not shut up.

Because their make believe world is not merely a victimless fantasy. It’s a poisonous regime that requires you taint yourself with lies you know are lies, to be allowed to exist.

This same soul-breaking tactic was engaged in by Nazis, Communists and every other dictatorship.  It still is.

Do not sell your soul piecemeal or wholesale by endorsing reality-breaking nonsense.  Spit in big brother’s eye.

There are FOUR lights.

Be not afraid!

 

 

It’s Always Darkest

 

It’s always darkest before dawn.  This is not actually true, but it is, metaphorically.

I’m rushed, and have a million things to do today. This is a very scattered post, just a bunch of things running through my uncaffeinated mind.

I leave it as an exercise for the audience to make lists of the reasons not to despair.

I’ll leave you with one: the same people who prattle endlessly about how the demographics are going their way don’t act as if they are.  Also, in that respect, the demographics have been going their way my entire life, according to them and yet, they never get there.

This is probably because people aren’t widgets, which they’re incapable of understanding.

So, protecting and encouraging vote fraud and quite literally dismantling the constitutional republic (Well, what do you think the popular vote compact does?) not the act of people who are confident things are going their way.

There are other examples, but– look at them.  Like Greta Thunberg traveling in a “carbon free” manner, which required the flying of crews back and forth, thereby undoing her savings ten times over, their vaunted “the future belongs to us” is sounding increasingly tinnier and desperate, a potemkin ideology in an avalanche.

Of course, the question is: what comes after?  And that, that is for us to fight for.  The future is unwritten. It’s in our hands.

It’s always darkest before dawn, and you can choose to close the blinds, hide under the bed and keep it dark.  Or not.

I have no idea what lies ahead this year.  Normally — because my subconscious is massively smarter than I — I can tell what is likely, what is most probable.  Now my crystal ball is occluded, my vision dark.  I don’t know.  We might come through this okay.  Or we might not.

And if we don’t, it might be brief or a descent into madness.  And as for what happens to the rest of the world…  I don’t know.

I recently wrote a short story centered on the battle of Cannae which some mark as the turning of the Roman Republic towards empire.  There are reasons to doubt this, honestly. It was in the process before that.

But here’s the thing, on that day, in that one battle, Rome lost an estimated forty thousand people.

But they didn’t surrender. They lowered (and raised) the age of enlistment, they made logical changes, they stopped being naive about the Carthaginians.

Carthage is a memory, mostly remembered as having been destroyed and salted.  Rome… it’s arguable that Rome never fell, or at least that’s the feeling anyone who visits one of her former provinces gets.

Reverses, defeats, can all be temporary.

It all depends on your determination and your willingness to learn.

They say it’s always darker before dawn.

Light a million lamps and hold a flamethrower in reserve.

This is not even the beginning of the end. I’m not sure it’s the end of the beginning.

Never give up, never surrender.

Be not afraid.

Unusual Vignettes and Book Promo

*Okay, I came back two days ago and my birthday is tomorrow. I will try to do some writing today, but I’m not even looking at my email till the 19th, because no. And also no. I’m trying to adapt to this “late 50s” thing. I need a moment. Also, honestly, I’m trying not to come down with yet another cold, because these days it takes me forever to recover.  I’m sure my faithful vignette-challenge-creators sent me a word, but since I’m not opening the email, I don’t have it. (I’m not even expecting anything bad. I just don’t wnat to deal with a week and a bit of email until after my bday) So. The challenge will be images.  The rest is normal. – SAH*

Book Promo

*Note these are books sent to us by readers/frequenters of this blog.  Our bringing them to your attention does not imply that we’ve read them and/or endorse them, unless we specifically say so.  As with all such purchases, we recommend you download a sample and make sure it’s to your taste.  If you wish to send us books for next week’s promo, please email to bookpimping at outlook dot com. If you feel a need to re-promo the same book do so no more than once every six months. One book per author per week. Amazon links only.-SAH*

FROM RUSS MITCHELL:  Malik The Pawn.

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Malik’s star is rising. The village boy’s bravery nets him an award far beyond his station — the chance to serve the Moon Daughter’s Temple for a year. But serving a Goddess isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Malik finds himself possessed and in possession of dangerous secrets, as devastating changes come to a world he hardly comprehends. He will travel with a bitter, taciturn huntress and a healer who’s chained to a past he can’t escape, as Malik struggles to regain his freedom — and his soul.

FROM MARY CATELLI:  Oath Keeper.

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Eadwin travels through through wild lands. There, he learns of a ghost, a oath that was broken, and one that was kept.

And thus his decision, which thane to serve as a knight, grows harder.

FROM ALMA T. C. BOYKIN:  Eerily Familiar: Familiar Tales Book Seven.

 

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Something hunts the hunters . . .

Something waits in the shadows, watching. Lelia Chan and her Familiar, Tay, hear vague rumors of trouble among the shadow mages. Everyone’s heard rumors before, and keeping her boss happy is more important. Then a painting tries to capture her friend. When her mentor and good friend André and his Familiar Rodney both go missing, Lelia has to take charge.

She’s not ready. No shadow mage ever is. But she’ll find a way or die trying.

Things worse than than death hide in the shadows. And they LIKE meeting over-confident young mages . . .

FROM MICHAEL J. HOOTEN:  Till the Conflict Is Over (Enlisted Book 2)

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Peter Wright not only survived the most deadly space battle in US Navy history, he also managed to defeat the enemy as well. He’s hailed as a hero, and everyone wants to know his story, but all he wants is to avoid everything that reminds him of that day. Instead he endures interviews, cotillions, and the ever-surprising demands of being a celebrity. And also anxiety attacks, suvivor’s guilt, and funerals. Through it all, he wishes he could just be a normal sailor again.

Be careful what you wish for.

FROM BLAKE SMITH:   An American Thanksgiving.

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It is Thanksgiving Day, 1865, and Margaret Browne isn’t feeling very thankful. The war is over, and her grown-up sons have returned from the fighting, but her beloved husband remains absent, last seen a captive in a notorious prisoner-of-war camp. The Browne family muddles through their uncertain path, lost without their leader, but when everything begins to go wrong all at once, Margaret must hold together the farm and her family, and turn a disaster into a true day of thanks-giving.

And now for the writing challenge:

Take one of the two pictures below; assume they describe an essential aspect of a novel, that is either character, setting or conflict.

Now write me a couple of first paragraphs that will hook me and make me want to read your novel:

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This That and Low Carb

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I woke up feeling 80 years old, and since I’m fairly sure none of you have an aging ray (if you do and you trained it on me, I’m gonna give you sych a kicking.)

I think it’s the result of late nights, unwonted activity (both trying to understand the science behind the talks and honestly sitting still in a classroom (meeting room) all day, a thing I’m singularly bad at. Oh, yeah, I was here.

I have zero idea why I felt the need not to disseminate our whereabouts, but when I get subconscious imperatives like that I obey, even if — particularly if — they make no sense.  Most of the time it’s just paranoia, but the few times that they’ve been right… well… More than paid for the false alarms, in terms of safety or not being bothered.

We drove out. We’d falling out of the habit of long drives when we had the kids, but as with so many things, we’re rediscovering them.  It gives us time to talk and I firmed 2 of the grossly overdue short stories in my mind. Hoping to get them written today.

My health wasn’t helped by the fact that both the conference provided lunches and what we could find were both full of carbs I couldn’t resist.

This is fairly rare, since I usually can withstand anything but corn chips.  Oh, yeah, Wichita has a Mediterranean place that sells fried pita chips. So HAPPY I don’t live there. I’d never be able to stay off them.

Anyway, we left a day early, partly because we didn’t think we could CONTRIBUTE anything to the last day, partly because I thought long days, late nights and not getting exercise were making me susceptible to the thing that was making everyone cough.

It might have. Or I might be just ahead of it. At any rate, I’m going to do a very perfunctory cleaning (Cats shed!) then write.

The only low carb thing was something I attempted before I left. People are now making and selling pasta from heart’s of palm.  I wasn’t particularly impressed by the linguini. It’s no more linguini-like than zucchini strips that are way cheaper. I mean, it LOOKS more like pasta, but that’s obviously not the point.  However I bought some canned for “lasagna” and plan to try it later tonight.  Will report.

We’ll resume regular schedule tomorrow, and hopefully by Monday the cold trying to land will have given up and moved off.

Oh, yeah, Greebo, obviously KNOWING I’d died rejected the impostor who tried to impersonate me until I cornered him and he smelled me.  He’s now acting very clingy. He also lost a lot more weight than the thyroid condition warrants. I suspect, as on previous trips, idiot-boy stopped eating.  I’m not sure exactly how I ended up with a dog in a cat suit, but there it is.  He’s been extravagantly petted this morning, and will sit at my feet while I write.

Oh, NANO: I finished a short while in Wichita. Not a ton, just 6k words. I still need to do a novel.

Who Is That Masked Villain

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If we’re going to be honest the masks started falling well before this year.  But I call this year the year of the great disappointment.

Let’s for instance talk about Eric C*aramella whose name is being spelled like a swearword and deserves it: did I go overboard with memes. Sure. I did. Sometimes genetics is destiny, and when I get the Latin up, the legions of Rome go marching through my emotions and…. everything gets red and I become weaponized.  Or as I told Dan: Behold the power of Portuguese autism. It’s like other autism only louder and ruder.

The proper way to deal with that in a society with free speech is to let it be. Of course, if FB hadn’t deleted my very silly meme, I’d never have got that mad.

However how the left deals with it is by trying to stop the speech.

It is a truism that we want them to talk louder and they want us to shut up. And that’s fine.

But that they are trying to shut up A NAME everyone knows (with associations everyone at this point also knows) is a step beyond.

And in personal experience I blocked THIS ONE PERSON who btw should understand free speech since he swore an oath to the constitution.  And I stopped getting suspended by FB for older memes. I had hoped, honestly, nothing would happen, and I could just unblock him.  I am disappointed.

And yes, I know FB is not the government, but his desire to suppress speech tells me he would do it by government fiat and not see anything wrong with it, so long as it was “wrong” speech.

Again, we’ve always known the left wanted to silence us, but that they’re willing to do it on something so trivial and stupid, tells me they want to use people as meat puppets only allowed to say, hear, see and think the “truth” promulgated from the top that day.

Perhaps they wish to live like that. But most of us couldn’t.

And you know what? I wouldn’t WANT to.

Bite me, big brother. I have two middle fingers.

 

 

 

 

When It All Comes Apart

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One of the things that’s puzzling hell out of me is how the democrats are acting this election.

I always assume they have better on the found intelligence than the republicans, because they know not just who is voting for whom, but also all the dead who’ll be voting, how many illegals they can commander, and precisely how many votes they can “harvest.”

Between the “human wave” of illegals, which they credit with flipping Virginia (no, seriously.  The left is saying this. Which makes you wonder if they’re even AWARE of the difference between residence and citizenship. They seem to be convinced if you cross the border, you can vote.  Perhaps that’s why they think our opposition to this stuff is “racist” since they’ve lost the concept of citizenship.) and the fact felons now vote in FL (which means we’ll never win it again. Not until after the troubles.) and btw the same for another state, though I can’t remember which right now, I’d think they’d be sure of victory.

But they’re not acting like they’re sure of victory.  Unless they’re very, very stupid — which, I grant you, is possible.

The candidates they’re running are the people you run when you expect to be trounced, and the impeachment is a last ditch effort.

Now, it’s possible they’re stupid.  They have this autistic tendency to assume that certain things are immutable when they’re not.

They might not realize Obama borked the economy so badly that la grand salida happened, which is why states that had always been dem — hello illegals! — went republican without their expecting it.

You see, economics is a closed book to them. They don’t understand wealth creation nor individual action. So what you get is that “rich” countries stole their “resources” and are now “rich” forever. And the poor people of the world come over to share the wealth, immutably.

So they still don’t GET 2016 and might think the same situation applies.  This is QUITE plausible because their clients, both illegals and Californians, always vote to repeat the conditions they escaped from.

Of course, it’s possible they know they’ll win but are afraid Trump will call foul and start investigations.  I’d be more sure of that if the recently started drumbeat of “he’ll refuse to leave” hadn’t been applied to Bush and Reagan and…

Assuming they win, and their victory is unbeatable — look, the fraud we saw in 18 was BREATHTAKING plus this other stuff — it’s not the end.

I’m not going to lie to you, whether they win or not, we’re going to see some…. sporty weather.

But here’s the thing: ever see a dog catch a car?  it can’t hold it.

The Marxist ideology has never captured anything as COMPLEX as the US.  As large, yes.  As complex? No.

Remember my children that Obama the Clueless was ORDERS OF MAGNITUDE more in touch with reality than the current clown car of candidates. Or at least his handlers were.

Which is why it took him four years to stop the economy and even that not thoroughly enough. And initiated la grande salida which doomed them.

They fail to get this.  Any of the current candidates will have people streaming for the border within a year, maybe less.  You see, they suck at economics. That’s one. And they suck at people, that’s two.  They don’t get that South and central Americans aren’t coming here to live the exact same way they do back in their homelands. To them America is rich, those countries are poor. That’s it.  And they might actually think it has to do with race.

As for the economics, the wheels will come off in a spectacular way.  Which will create interesting…. reactions.  For one, the world goes down hard, and the EU might get physical internally. Trust me on this. a broke US breaks the world.

For another, in some areas internally things will get interesting too.  Probably interesting VERY briefly, since the dems remaining after the economy crashes are not what I’d call “good strategists”

So: reports of our demise are most certainly exaggerated, though I hope we learn from the debacle.  I also hope we don’t go apeshit into totalitarian ideologies that are just as bad, though that’s definitely possible (but not inevitable. I trust Americans.)

In the meantime: preparedness is a thing.

Have supplies for a year, even if you’re not Mormon.  Stock up now.  Have at least a few months of extra meds, if like me you are dependent on them to stay alive. Take whatever defensive measures you need to, in case your area is one that goes… sportive.

And start now (I’m looking at me) to get in the best shape you can get.  No more skipping the gym because it’s cold and you feel yucky.  Sometimes running is the fastest way to avoid death. (Mostly if you walk into something you weren’t expecting, around a street corner.)

So, stop treating it like this is the end, and we’ll die gallantly or whatever.  Just get to survive and shape what comes after.

No surrender, that goes without saying. But also no stupid. Stupid only gives us one less sane person to shape the aftermath.

Be not afraid.  In the end we win, they lose. Because reality is on our side, and reality always wins.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Never Give In

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I woke up late and have a million (and a half) things to do “right now” besides still being late on six short stories.

So, I figure this will give you something to discuss for the day:

“Never give in. Never give in. Never, never, never, never—in nothing, great or small, large or petty—never give in, except to convictions of honour and good sense. Never yield to force. Never yield to the apparently overwhelming might of the enemy.”
Winston Churchill, Never Give In!: The Best of Winston Churchill’s Speeches