True tragedy has always fascinated me. It makes for lousy novels, unless you like eating grey fog with a spoon, but can be an effective background for a novel, within which pre-doomed background the character can carve out difficult wins.

What I mean by true tragedy is the type of pre=determined plot in which two people/nations/forces run at each other, each with vital and urgent needs from their own point of view and they can’t see the other pov at all, no matter how they try.

Most of the most fascinating tragedies of this type happen when two cultures collide, because cultures — and those embedded in them — truly are at a very essential level blind to each other.

When I was researching the simultaneous Boer and Zulu invasion of South Africa (no, the Zulus were not even vaguely “native” and assuming they were simply because it was the same continent and they’re black is not just racist but arrant ignorance. They were no more native to South Africa than Frenchmen to Portugal during the Napoleonic wars. The fact outsiders can’t tell you apart from the natives does NOT make you native.) I realized I was reading about that type of tragedy. And that the same type of tragedy (rather than overpowered, oh, so strong colonizers against helpless “natives” who worship nature) is what happened in America with the Amerindians. To an extent it’s what is unrolling before our very eyes in the Israel/Palestine conflict, which has only NOT resulted in complete elimination of “Palestinians” because the Israelis have the patience of Job and perhaps an insufficiently developed sense of self-preservation. (I recommend on read The Washing of the Spears by Donald R. Morris, for a glimpse at the big picture.)

What happened in all of those cases (and is happening in Palestine, in slow mo, with one important difference) is that a civilized culture came into the sphere of a barbaric one.

I’m not going to apologize for these terms, btw. Words mean things. A civilized culture, in general, in western terms, means one with adequate means of communication, a sense of belonging and human worth beyond the most basic and pathetic tribal affiliation, and some kind of shared moral/philosophical ethos. (For most of the west, that is Judaic/Christianity. Other cultural disagreements happen, of course, but it’s on the framework of that background.) Barbarians, OTOH are the default background from of humanity. There is no link, no belief in overarching humanity beyond the most basic blood ties. Tribes can be long lasting and widespread, but at the bottom there’s an assumption of shared blood and more importantly — since the shared blood is (no matter how provably wrong) often at the very heart of modern nationalities too — the denial of humanity or value to anyone else. The basic philosophy of the barbarian is “survival for me and mine/at the expense/despite/never mind anyone else.” (All humans can get pushed to this place in moments of dire need. But for the barbarian it is the only mode. And this is also present in our current issue.)

The problem of barbarism/paleolithic mode of interaction with other cultures is that it developed a very simple, very effective way of dealing with invasion/incursions of other tribes into their area. Remember, they don’t give a hang about the people coming in, not even women and children. Their way of retaining their land and getting rid of the invaders is simple, basic and …. showy. Showy and ruthless are needed.

So, if you notice a settlement from another tribe on your lands, you go over and commit the most ruthless, shocking atrocities you can think of. You kill men, women and children (unless you take those as slaves) in the most horrifying way. Slice, dice and often eat. And leave the corpses as a warning.

For two barbaric tribes, this works. If the outpost was a part of a tribe, the first tiptoe over the line, you just showed them they don’t want to come here. You’ll do worse than just killing to them. From what I understand in most neolithic clashes, this would either make the other tribe retreat and find an easier place to colonize/raid/attack, or at least pause hostilities while you prepare for bigger fights.

When the enemy you’ve spotted is a civilization, though, you’ve just bought yourself hell. Civilized people tend to view neolithic barbarism as putting yourself beyond the pale of humanity. You become a feral beast who must be eliminated.

There were serious debates in the clashes between civilizations on whether the Zulus had souls, whether Amerindians had souls. Dismissing these as racist misses the point. A lot of us who are visually indistinguishable from the Palestinians (basically Mediterranean sub-race) have had more than a few moments of feeling that way about Palestinians after 10/7. There is a type of behavior so barbaric that civilized human beings immediately, instinctively class it as “not human.” This is intentional as a war tactic of barbarians, of course. It’s the whole “Don’t mess with those guys, they’re not even human” but it misfires badly with a civilized enemy, who then decides to exterminate the “non-human.” The other part of this is that barbarians always underestimate the size of the group they’re dealing with. Because they don’t understand group allegiance beyond the tribe.

The end of these clashes is ALWAYS that the barbarians are exterminated with prejudice. Sure, sometimes the barbarians survive physically. But the culture is obliterated root and branch and civilization imposed on them. (It can take a very long time.)

A note on the Palestinian7e and the general culture have been part of the “civilized” world since Rome, but their culture itself has progressively become more barbarian-like and yeah we can say a lot about supremacist religions, and illusions of relevance fed by a corrupt media and world powers, but the fact remains that 10/7 was pure Neolithic war tactic, and that they were convinced this would somehow, oddly, win the war. That is PURE barbarian thinking, and shouldn’t be possible for someone in the 21st century. But here we are.

Anyway this type of clash is a true tragedy because there’s no finding middle ground.

To an extent, though what we watched with Zelenski and Trump in the oval office is even more tragic. There is cultural misunderstanding but there was no need for it. Both cultures are civilized and there are bridging advisors. It’s not always obvious, but there was no reason for the conflagration, either.

SURE there are cultural assumptions on either side, but when it comes to tragedy, this is not the pure tragedy above, but in my opinion, more of an Othelo type tragedy in which a third party sets it up, for its own purposes.

Francis Turner wrote his view of it here, and he sees it more like a tragic culture clash, but I beg to differ.

My view is more of an Othello. For how I watched the meeting (without sound) look at this: Full Body Language analysis.

It is my opinion that Zelinsky — having agreed to sign the treaty and demanded to do it in the oval office — then walked into the room already determined not to sign. More importantly, he walked in determined to humiliate Trump and make him plead with him.

Now there is some tragic misunderstanding there, mostly of who Trump is and of the cultural moment in the US. Europeans tend to view all of the US as the same, and they really believe in a “uniparty” and they’ve doubtless been listening to the press talk about how old and impotent Trump is. This is tragic indeed.

But more importantly we know now for absolute fact that before Zelinsky went into the oval office, he talked to the same broad group of democrats that had been “supporting” him and they advised him to “resist” Trump, to demand more, to refuse cease fire, etc. etc. etc. They wound him up and convinced him he could get whatever he wanted and adulation besides.

To them this was win-win. They were going to put Trump on the spot in the oval office, and if he rolled over paint him as weak, if he didn’t go back to painting him as Putin’s stooge, which they still think is a winning play, judging by their media.

And so it played out. Major loss for Zelinsky. An upset for Trump, but come on, not even the right squishes were siding with Zelinsky. Not even those who all out support Ukraine.

Where the cultural blindness and inability to understand what is happening comes in it’s at Zelinsky’s level and more broadly European level.

They really, really, really don’t understand our current Democrats. They have their own despicable elites in Western Europe at least, but most of them haven’t seen through them. They are as we were say in 2016. The masks haven’t even half fallen. So to their minds, and certainly to Zelensky’s minds it is unbelievable that they’d instigate further war and deaths and risk Ukraine being obliterated and the other states in Europe threatened TO MAKE TRUMP LOOK BAD; to score points in their captive press. (They keep missing that no one is watching/believing that, not in the US. The election should have been a clue, but apparently not.)

And so even anyone that Zelinsky might have consulted would have been unable to advise him better. They and him probably would assume that the democrats had the best interests of Ukraine at heart, if not Trump’s. And in Zelinsky’s case, it is even less likely he realized they were willing to underbuss him to score points, since these are the same people who were helping him till a month and change ago.

So he did what they advised. he had no clue. They’re probably still telling him to “Stand strong” or some derivative thereof. They’ll do this until they realize this isn’t causing most Americans to turn against Trump — a poll in a day or three — and then they’ll ignore Zelinsky* and discard him, like they discarded everyone they used in the past from what’s her face Sheehan to Greta Thunberg. Everyone is a rock star to the left when being used against their true enemy: their domestic opposition. And everyone stops mattering when the attack fails.

But in this case their puppet has substantially wounded his nation’s chance of survival and perhaps the safety of Eastern Europe.

Look, in that position, at that time, Trump did what he had to do. The only thing he COULD do.

How does this end? I don’t know. Right now Trump might be more than willing to throw Ukraine under the bus, but I can tell you he will not willingly endanger Poland.

Can he pull a rabbit from the hat, and make it so that we can still get a ceasefire and use the minerals deal as a trip wire to protect Ukraine? I don’t know. If anyone can, it is this administration (Not because Trump is a super-genius. He might be, but that’s not the point. But because he’s not a politician and his out-of-the-box thinking can allow him to come up with unconventional solutions.) Will he?

I don’t know. Having had my own arguments with Europeans recently, I can tell you the temptation to bitch slap them is almost irresistible. And yet saving them is probably ultimately in our interest. Even if I — and I’m sure Trump — am not willing to sacrifice American lives to that cause. (Not anymore.)

At this point all we can hope for is that Trump pulls a hat out of a rabbit.

And remember that no matter how much we hate the left we can’t hate them enough.

*I realize I spelled Zelinsky many different ways in this. The truth is, I tried to look it up, but nothing clear came up, and I’m typing this while tied to the roof rack in the back of a speeding car. I don’t feel up to go back and change it all to be only one, much less figuring out which is correct.
So, instead, those of you who come up with a count of the number of ways I spelled Zelinski’s name, send me the number and your snail mail to my bookpimping email, and I’ll send you a signed book by return mail. :) Make my issues with spelling work for you. Go.

At ConFinement. Just never came back upstairs after breakfast. Spent a while with friends, just talking. Promo might NOT be till Tuesday?

SORRY.

I woke up this morning to anger and worry in the groups I normally check into before setting my mind to work. (Work today being weird, anyway, since I’m at a conference.)

People were very upset because the left was being the left. In this specific case, they were — after doxxing her — bad-review bombing DataRepublican’s husband’s small business.

Most people’s reactions — and her own — was “that’s not fair. He didn’t do anything to deserve it.”

What is missed in this whole thing is that SHE didn’t do anything to deserve it.

Data Republican is not a hacker, breaking into their systems. In fact as they keep saying, all the information she’s discovered has been public for for decades. (What she’s doing is more attaching the index to the volume so we can read it. But she’s not breaking into their systems or causing damage or any of that.)

All she’s doing to bring on their hatred and attempts at destroying her and everyone linked to her is bringing to light the things they’ve done for years — decades? — in secret with our tax money and the government power with which they were entrusted.

If they can’t stand to admit (even to themselves, perhaps) in public what they’ve been doing all this time, they should ask themselves why they’re doing it.

If they can’t look in the face the theft, murder and evil they’re involved in, perhaps they should repent and stop it?

Yes, they’ve committed theft, embezzlement and even murder, by removing money people needed to keep body and soul together, by giving money to people who are kidnapping children and women to bring them across the border for (literally) fates worse than death, by incentivizing very poor people to enslave themselves to the cartels to come in, only to be enslaved once here by extremely low wages and a net of social dependency. They’ve done many, horrible things. Some of them too horrible for normal human beings to contemplate.

But the operative thing here is that they’ve done it. Exposing them is not an attack, but merely revealing what they’ve done. If they’re so horrified by what they did that they attack the one exposing them, it’s their problem, not hers.

If who they are is so horrible they can’t bear for it to be exposed, I have only one question: have they broken every mirror they own?

“I’ve Had it Up to Here” by Cybersmythe

You know what? I’ve had it up to here (points to neck, thinks better of it and points to top of head) with people telling me I’m going to regret Trump’s presidency. The last couple of weeks, I’ve been bombarded on all sides by stories about how Trump voters started regretting their votes on Inauguration Day and there’s an avalanche, or perhaps even a cascade, like one of preferences, that is causing MAGAts, whoever they are, to rue the day, and we’re talking imminent rue-age, because the righteous will righteously rise up and smite the unrighteous usurper. In a righteous manner, right?

The most recent was an description on LinkedIn talking about how since Republicans abandoned Nixon, they’re sure to abandon Trump. I got sent a notice about it because a writer I know commented that Republicans aren’t going to be able to abandon Trump. I was devastated, not because I am anticipating rue-age with dread, but because the writer in question is someone I thought had half a clue. I try to have better friends than that.

One of the things I’ve noted is that the people who believe in the value of the status quo never seem to have question whether or not they’re doing the right thing. Sure, there are questions among the left, but they’re about whether or not they need to push even harder to organize and collectivize and whether or not they’re incredibly awesome or merely amazingly awesome. There’s no reflection, no attempts to determine if the goal is really the nirvana that they expect, and certainly no attempts to look at intermediate results to determine if what they have achieved so far is better or worse.

Not that wishful thinking is absent from our side and…you know what? We first have to deal with the critical issue that our side has. There’s an elephant in the room that needs addressing: We don’t have a good way of describing ourselves and I’m tired of talking about “our side” versus “their side”. Left and right were never very good descriptions even as they were useful labels. When I describe my beliefs, I talk about the desire to reduce the size and scope of government at all levels. I talk about the inherent value people have simply because they’re people and not just yet another member of yet another interest group. I talk about just wanting to be left alone. “I can do what I want” should be the default unless there’s a good reason why it must not be.

I know lifelong Democrats who have expressed to me their desire to reduce the size and scope of government, and who just want to be left alone. Those aren’t partisan issues, those are people issues and it’s as critical to freedom and liberty here and now as the antislavery movements of prior centuries were then and there. You, and I do mean YOU, are not the property of anyone but yourself. I have no wish to control you, just as I have no wish for you to control me. It’s just the right thing to do.

So, when I see Trump’s lieutenant Musk and his battalion of wrecking balls rampaging through USAID I can’t help but cheer them on. Is this a sign that Trump is a fascist? Oh, HELL no! Real fascists hired an army bureaucrats so as to spread their power more effectively. Fascists would not be laying people off so as to conserve more and more of the national resources. They would be hell bent on increasing their force of minions to convert more and more of the treasury to their personal wealth.

“But,” some have said, “Trump fired all those inspectors general. They were supposed to rein in his power, wheren’t they? So firing them must be a bad thing, right?” Well, no. Some people may have gotten the idea that the president works for those in the executive branch, when the opposite is true. The inspectors general are there to make sure that the president gets his way from the various parts of the executive government. They work for him, therefor it is essential that they have his trust. In Trump’s first time, they all betrayed him so they all have to go.

“But Trump pardoned all those insurrectionists. They were trying to overthrow the legitimate government! That’s evil, right?” Well, no. What happened on January 6, 2021 was not an insurrection, it was a protest. Democrat constituents protest like that all the time, including breaking things inside the capital building. Enough information has come out about election irregularities since then to show that the demonstrators were likely correct. Besides which, there was an orderly transfer of power. If it was an insurrection, then you have to explain why they didn’t actually do a violent overthrow of the government instead of just taking an impromptu tour of the capital.

“But Trump is going to gut the FBI.” You mean the same FBI that has committed a significant chunk of resources to tracking down little old ladies because of a trumped-up “insurrection.” We can surely do without those agents because they haven’t done a lick of work in years. I’m afraid I can’t get worked up about it.

“But Trump revoked the security clearances of retired intelligence officials. We need them to fight the War on Terror!” You mean the intelligence officials that created a “dossier” that was a work of fiction from beginning to end? The same intelligence officials that said that the story about Hunter Biden’s laptop had all the hallmarks of foreign disinformation? Those intelligence officials? It may seem like tit-for-tat to revoke their clearances, but just what does a government retiree need with a security clearance? Shouldn’t they be out of government work? That is what “retired” usually means.

“But Trump granted security clearances to people who aren’t elected!” Um, well, yeah. The people he hired to clean up the mess need access to find out whether or not the agencies they’re looking at are doing what they’re supposed to do. Lots of records are incomplete, possibly deliberately so, and so they have to be reconstructed from those that remain.

“But Elon Musk was never elected and he’s a foreigner!” So? The president has the authority to hire people. And, outside of certain roles mandated by law, he doesn’t need anybody’s permission to do it. Elon is doing what Trump promised to do during the election. Those promises are a large part of why Trump won the election. We don’t care where he’s from, we like what he’s doing, and we’d like to continue and grow.

“But Trump is going to dismantle the Department of Education? How can this be a good idea when education is so screwed up?” You might consider the fact that the Department of Education has been core to the education of Americans since the oldest of the current crop of teachers was in elementary school. If the DoE isn’t responsible for the mess that we’re in, who else could it be? Don’t you think doing something different might be a good idea? I even think there was a saying about always doing the same thing and expecting different results. Anybody remember?

That is, in fact, the real crux of the matter. Trump is changing things, and that’s not comfortable for some people. For decades, many Americans have been crying for change, not just changing the nameplate on the door of the Oval Office, but real substantive change, and it is like our pleas have finally been heard. Will the change be all to the good? Maybe not, but doing the same old same old wasn’t going to cut it any more. Maybe some good people will be caught up in these changes and have their lives torn asunder, but while I feel for them these changes certainly seem to be essential for the country has a whole to survive.

So, regret DOGE? Regret Trump? I’m about as likely to regret holding my newborn daughter in my trembling hands. Maybe the change will cause pain for me and mine, but I can’t imagine any such pain to be but a temporary condition. Anything they’re doing can also be un-done and things that should be done should be done with transparency in the full light of day so we can all agree that it’s what’s right.

That is why I do not regret the actions already taken and why I do not anticipate regretting the actions yet to come. I’m delighted by what’s happened, not devastated, and I just wish those people salivating over my regret would go away, or at least stop trying to sell me on the idea.

One thing I’ll say for our side of the political equation. We seem to have become slightly more immune to psy-ops, or perhaps less willing to go along with anything the left tries to prod us into doing.

These days, it looks like when they need a patsy they have to actually recruit and pay them, which they’ve apparently been doing to get people to “talk back” to Republican representatives at townhalls, or use bots. Now the AI bots are getting better, but you can still tell if the person you’re arguing with on FB has an account made yesterday and no followers. (Okay, normally made after the election, but still.)

And despite the dire warnings — really? — that the government would “collapse” in six weeks (awfully precise there chum. Kash, are you monitoring these?) that was suddenly everywhere after Carville flapped his lips, and which seemed to imagine that US governments like British can “fall” before elections. (Was this ops run by a Britisher? Did Carville have a senile moment? Was he fed the wrong line? Or does it indicate something far more sinister? Again Kash, are you monitoring this?) even the most squishy of squish blogs on the right has not run with panic.

And the whole “people are mad at DOGE” also isn’t taking.

The screaming that if the right touches Medicaid it’s done, that this worked before is the left drinking their own ink and/or trying to panic the right. It is important to remember that no, it didn’t work before. What worked in 2018 and 2020 was FRAUD. Massive, industrial quantities of fraud, served from a firehose. I can’t be the only one who remembers polls held open for two weeks after the election in 2018. What, are all of you more ADD than I? How do you remember to dress in the morning?

If we solve the fraud — Mr. President, more needs to be done — then curtailing Medicaid is certainly not going to bring the government “down” (even if that were possible.)

Frankly, this whole “Medicaid can’t be touched, or people will turn” is nonsense. As with social security, medicare, etc, the vast majority of people my age and younger (and I’m sixty two, rapidly approaching the point at which MOST people are younger than I) never counted on any of the social net programs. Since the eighties, we expected there would be nothing for us when we qualified.

AND thinking people are super invested in “government paid health care” ignores how much more cynical we got about health care in general in the last five years. I desperately need to go see a dentist, but have been putting it off, because I remember dentists closing because they couldn’t figure out a way to make us wear masks during procedures. And the other doctors? the last time I got asked to wear a mask was two months ago at my PCP. And the receptionist said the doctor might refuse to see me if I wouldn’t wear it. (I know the doctor. She ALSO wasn’t wearing a mask. Because she’s not crazy.) Then there was the crazy time mid 21 when a doctor tried to convince my husband they could do his physical over the phone as thoroughly as in the office.

Look, it’s not happy making, because it’s one of the things we still need, but the medical profession has lost a ton of confidence and prestige over this insanity. And people are way more hesitant to seek “care.” (Which might prevent iatrogenic issues, but hey. Better or worse than the fact people are putting off needed care? I don’t know.) So, saying “We’ll take away your free medical care” is not as scary as it used to be. On top of which, frankly, we now know how much medicaid was being used to look after illegal immigrants who just came in and got top of the line care. And if that’s cut, there’s probably still enough for every citizen and legal resident.

The fact is that the left is mostly trying to panic our politicians and make them buckle. I urge those cooked-spaghetti kneed idiots to stand firm. Borrow someone else’s spine if you need to. Because you have no idea how bad things will get if you cave now, and therefore Trump can’t clean up the mess y’all have been creating for a century or so. You don’t want to know. Trump is the VERY POLITE REQUEST.

Despite my moments of blind, red-veil rage, I do NOT want the tumbrils to roll. Once you start feeding madame Guillotine, you can’t stop for a long time, and you’ll be fed to it yourself.

As for the right wing bloggers even the squishy, gooey-center ones, who are for now holding firm. I need you to continue holding firm. Remember they’ve got nothing. The only way they controlled us before was by use of an absolutely coordinated propaganda machine that went from the news to actual fiction books, all publishing the same narrative at the same time.

They tried that in 2020 and it failed, even with the panic created by the “pandemic.” It failed to the point they needed to fraud openly and in front of G-d and everyone. (And if you refused to see it or talk about it, shame on you. Also sign up for remedial math. Because it really was obvious.) They tried it again in 2024 with everything at their disposal, trying to create “inevitability” for Kamala. They convinced the Europeans and every “reputable” source in the US. And yet they failed, spectacularly.

Because people have tuned them out. They’ve seen them in action. They’ve seen the masks off for eight years now, and once the mask if off you can’t put it back on.

If you’re scared, if you’re a squishy gooey “right” wing person, if you’re afraid, if you feel like panicking, I want you to stand in front of your mirror every morning and practice saying “I really don’t are, Margaret.” Or come here and I’ll give you the needed righteous kicking. I have a lot of aggression to work off, anyway, thank you for volunteering.

The truth is that Medicaid, aye, and social security too, are going to go away. They are unsustainable. They could have worked if the left hadn’t forgotten they needed every-larger generations to sustain it. Instead they wanted to plunder the young and at the same time reduce population and at the same time sideline legal workers in favor of illegals who don’t contribute (no, really) to any of these social programs, but do take from them.

The left is dying at its own hands, drowning in a pool of incoherence and self hatred. We understand the self hatred. Heck, I even understand the incoherence since they were fed a lot of contradictory bullshit and forbidden to think about any of it.

But I really don’t care [Margaret.]

As when you’re faced with a pet who is going to die in a few days, in pain, your choice is to give it one clean shot, or let it linger and die ugly. And at that, I don’t think the plan is even to kill these “social net” dinosaurs outright, but to put them on palliative care: saving them just enough for those who desperately need it, until they die a gentle death as those few who counted on them pass.

This is the GENTLE option. If we do nothing, if we don’t investigate, if we don’t cut back, it’s going to collapse suddenly and explosively and leave a lot of people in desperate straits.

Same for the government, all of it, honestly. Yes, I know a couple of people who were doing needed functions for the government and who are right now in limbo. But the whole thing was so bloated, convoluted, overfed and over-wasteful it was going to collapse anyway.

It should never have been created, is the problem, and btw, my friends who are in limbo say the same “it sucks, but it’s needed to save the country. And in the long run my job is less important than saving the country.”

Yes, it’s going to hurt. It’s going to hurt a lot.

Thing is, people are already hurting. Badly hurting. I don’t know the real numbers, but I know what I see around me. My sons’ generation and younger is drowning, particularly the males. They either have no jobs; have jobs in seriously exploitative situations; are being treated as inherently bad for being born with a penis. Girls aren’t much better off, though academia and make-work have absorbed a bunch of them.

People are starting to see that what they thought was the economy is a painted floor and they’ve been running midair a long time.

There’s a feeling of subdued panic everywhere. None of us are being told the truth, but seriously, do an inventory of the young — 35 and younger — people you know. How many are solidly established as a proportion? Yeah, yeah, they’re young, but by 35 people were firming up, even in my generation, and boy we thought we were late.

As for the older… my generation was hit hard by layoffs every few years, which kept people from any real savings for retirement. And the H1B thing has been brutal to those in tech jobs.

We’re now hitting retirement age, and most of us know we’re going to have to work until we drop in our traces, if only we can continue finding work.

You can’t make it worse by cutting the illusion of security. In a way it’s a relief when the truth is finally told.

Which is why all the left’s demands we panic, and their whispers that “the government will fall” are finding no purchase. Yes, what DOGE is finding is horrifying, but we’ve suspected it so long, we’re just relieved someone is talking about it at last.

Don’t give the left an opening. What they want is impossible. We can’t go back to sleep. We can’t go back to the pre-2020 world, no matter how much nicer it seemed. That world isn’t there anymore, and we too have changed in ways they forced us to.

If we let them propaganda us into destroying the current cutbacks and clean up — chainsaw go brrrrrrrrrrrrrrt — we’ll only be put on the sure path to hell to heads on pikes.

Even if most of those heads would be lefty ones, it won’t be all of them. In the end that kind of collapse always claims more lives than you can imagine, and more indiscriminately than you think: it always ends up door to door and intimately personal.

The only way to spare us that horror is to stay the course. To hunch one shoulder and say “I really don’t care, Margaret.” And forge on.

It’s the right thing to do, but more importantly, it’s the only thing to do.

Because the alternative is unthinkable.

How we got here: Some of you are probably aware of the kerfuffle where Devon Eriksen was kicked out (on spurious grounds) from a contest he never entered because he said things the left does not like on X.

During that I became aware of how little visibility our side of the political divide (aka those to the right of Lenin) get for their Indie efforts. Part of it is that we truly suck at organizing/doing anything in a group.

So all the groups are left-leaning or the vocal people in the groups are left leaning. Combine that with the fact trad pub is left leaning, (except Baen, of course) and what you get is people on our side thinking that they’re alone.

I decided to change that by doing nightly promo posts.

Now, it’s calmed down enough I think I can do just weekly, on Sunday. So if you want to be promoted, send it to bookpimping at outlook dot com. by this Saturday, and I’m put you in.

Obviously I’m not reading all of these books, particularly not this week. So, exert the normal cautions before buying, such as looking at a sample, or downloading a sample, even.

And I get a small commission per book sold. #COMMISSIONEARNED. Which is good, because the last… 8? 9? days of posting were a lot of work, mostly because wordpress delenda est.

FROM JON LAFORCE: Hell’s Belles: Love and War Downrange

Two souls collide in the middle of a deadly war.

Sergeant Sylvie Lyons of Her Majesty’s Royal Engineers wishes she’d listened to her grandda’s advice and stayed away from the military.

USMC Sergeant Hondo Cassidy wants nothing more in life than being a Marine and fighting.

Hondo and Sylvie find themselves thrown together when his artillerymen are assigned to provide security for her engineers deep in the desert of Afghanistan.. Amidst death, destruction, cultural misunderstanding and the inevitable that happens when you mix an all male unit of Marines with an engineer unit that is mostly female, Sylvie and Hondo find in each other a reason to live.

That is, if they can survive.

FROM DAN MELSON: The Invention of Motherhood (The Politics of Empire Book 1)

Pregnancy is dangerous in the Empire!

For thousands of years, Imperial women have used artificial gestation. But Grace was born on barbarian, pre-contact Earth. She can’t call herself a mother without doing it the hard way at least once.

Grace has married into one of the most important families in the Empire – and Imperial politics are deadly at the top.

Despite the risks, she discovers that there are advantages, both to herself and to her unborn baby. The Empire will never be quite the same again.

FROM RICHARD F. WEYAND: Razor Sharp (D Branch Book 1)

Is vengeance out of reach?

Pirates have been harrassing Federation shipping for twenty years. The Federation Navy seems powerless to stop them.

Deke Sharp, of the secretive D Branch, takes on the case. He makes good progress until his ship is found destroyed, a victim of the pirates he’s been chasing.

The only sign of life the Navy finds in the wreckage is a single medical life-support unit. The DNA signature is of Deke Sharp.

Terribly injured, with no memory, can D Branch put Deke Sharp back together enough for him to seek vengeance for his murdered crew?

FROM J. MANFRED WEICHSEL: Ebu Gogo

Terror lies waiting in the jungle island of Flores.

Terror in the form of cryptids called ebu gogo.

Terror for the cryptozoologists who dream to discover them.

The one thing Lewis Dare wants more than anything in the world is to discover the ebu gogo – three-foot-tall cryptids in the genus of Homo rumored to live in Indonesia.

But Lewis Dare’s ex-wife, Linda, wanting to beat the famous cryptozoologist at his own game, has rushed to Indonesia in order to discover the ebu gogo before he does.

On the Indonesian island of Flores, their dream to discover a cryptid becomes a nightmare when the ebu gogo turn out to be primitive, savage, sex fiends.

FROM LARS WALKER: The Year of the Warrior: Books 1 and 2 of the Saga of Erling Skjalgsson; Author’s paperback edition – PLEASE NOTE THE OTHER EDITIONS ARE STILL WITH THE PUBLISHER. AUTHOR GETS MORE IF YOU BUY THIS ONE.

What is better? To impersonate a Christian priest for a Viking chieftain, or remain a slave? Aillil of Ireland doesn’t hesitate. But he’ll soon have reason to question his choice.

In a Norway wracked by religious and political change, his master Erling Skjalgsson is fighting obstinate heathens, old family foes, and new challengers:

A blacksmith struck by lightning, who sees things that shouldn’t be seen…

A slave who longs to be hanged, and wants Aillil to do it for him…

A dead man who walks again…

FROM LEIGH KIMMEL: A Gift of Koi

Ancient and wise, the grandfather Koi knows at first sight that this human bears a hidden wound. But how can a mere fish, even one as old as himself, be of any aid to a human?

Astronaut Tyler Lanham had come to Grissom City, first and oldest lunar settlement, in search of the medical expertise he couldn’t find on the far side of the Moon. When he sees the scar on the ancient koi’s side, he knows he’s found a kindred spirit.

But an enemy is stalking these lovely gardens. A danger that will change both man and fish.

A short story of the Grissom timeline.

FROM ROY M. GRIFFIS: By the Hands of Men, Book One: The Old World: A Sweeping Saga of Courage, Love, and Redemption

A soldier fights for his soul in the trenches of France. A field hospital nurse battles death every day. When duty and honor are not enough of a reason to go on in the hell of a world at war, love gives purpose to their lives.

A mere mile from the blood-drenched front lines, Russian refugee and nurse Charlotte Braninov encounters English Lieutenant Robert Fitzgerald, who helps her save the life of another soldier. Robert’s calm, courtly manner lingers in Charlotte’s mind, a comforting memory amid the deluge of suffering that surrounds her when she returns to the hospital.

Wounded during an unauthorized mission of mercy and then demoted to a Medical Supply Officer, Robert Fitzgerald once more meets the brave young Russian nurse. When Charlotte volunteers to help the Lieutenant learn about his duties in this new life of service, a quiet friendship blooms and love grows in that harshest of soils, even as the war rages on. But human cruelty and endemic disease claw at their lives. Can love survive in a world torn by warfare, greed, and deception?

The Old World is the first volume of the epic globe-spanning By the Hands of Men series. From World War I France, it follows Robert and Charlotte through civil-war torn Russia to pre-revolution Shanghai, across the superstition-haunted swamps of the Congo and the timeless deserts of Central Africa, through Paris and London, and into the dream factory of Hollywood in the late 1930s.

Immersive, exciting, and emotionally compelling, By the Hands of Men is a gripping saga of fate, loss, redemption, and undying love.

FROM TERRY M. RUWA: Space Ranger: Outbreak at Fargone

Originally published with author name Terri M. Rqwe because one should not have a cat walking on the ketboard while doing this.

Eddie Cinquena is a Ranger, not a Doctor. On loan to the Spaceforce Regulars, he serves as Exec on the U.G.S. Patrouche, which is now is space dock for a retrofit. He thinks he will have the leisure to pursue his own research–-wrong!

When the Alliance station, Fargone, which is only half-completed, is hit by a plague, Eddie volunteers to lead a mission of mercy to the station: a team of Doctors and other researchers, to find a cure for this mystery disease. It has killed everyone that has contracted it. Or is it a disease? Eddie and his team work frantically to find out. Will he end up having to destroy the Station and everyone in it, (including the last family members of his Turrillean friend, Mikk Karayan) to protect the rest of the Alliance?

FROM MARY CATELLI: Through A Mirror, Darkly

Powers have filled the world with both heroes and villains.  Helen, despite her own powers, had acquired the name Sanddollar but stayed out of the fights.

When the enigmatic chess masters create a mirrored world reflecting her own home and the world about it, it’s not so easy to escape.  All the more in that the people of that world are a dark reflection of all those she knows.

FROM M. TIMOTHY GRAY: Cryfder and Bahiyah: Tales of Desertania

Cryfder is in love.

He is of the people of the Northern Vales. She is of the people of the Desert. But, he is working patiently to pay the bride price that her father has demanded.

That is, until he finds out that she has been kidnapped by an evil mage and he only has a short time to rescue her from a city that is only legend to his people.

It will take all of his skill, courage and magic to find her and save her before she becomes the wife of Yazid and any chance at happiness for Cryfder is lost forever.

Some of you know that this week — other than the zombie dishwasher (yes, again. habitues of the blog know there was another zombie dishwasher now almost 20 years ago, in another state. I swear I don’t do anything to them. In both cases, they were in houses we bought.) — I’ve been making unkind and untoward comments about Europe and the thought processes or what passes for them over there.

Mostly because I’m amazed the very people who taught me to be distrustful of everything I see on mass media are swallowing wholesale the view of European media about…. well, anything, much less the US, Trump, and their own governments.

Look, I have a strong stomach, and, having been on the net forever, I’m highly inured to human folly, but to hear someone who pegs right of center tell me that Biden was a reasonable and smart human being, not like that crazy man Trump is bad enough. When she then tells that Two Tier Keir is just nice and full of good intentions, I’m going to rampantly violate Heinlein’s golden rule and tell the unvarnished truth.

I’m fairly sure I’m not a sadist, so I must be a fool.

The truth though is that Europe trying to interpret what they see going on over here is roughly akin to a cat trying to interpret what it seems me doing on the computer. No. I don’t mean in terms of intelligence, but in terms of life experience. The cats even if our intelligence were the same, wouldn’t have the life experience to see what I do. At best, they’ll think I push the keys for the feel of them. And — supposing they had human intelligence — from that construct an entire system of theories on why we do things.

Despite being the same species, sharing a language with a portion of Europe natively, and with a large number of Europeans as a second language, and generally having the same outward daily trappings to life, i swear to you when it comes to governance, Europeans trying to interpret what we’re up to, often looks like my cat trying to figure out why I sit here tapping the keys for vast portions of the day.

And then today, at dinner, I was reminded the lack of understanding goes both ways. Okay, I just found the woman at the bar — performing for three men. No, not that way, just, you know, being all sparkly and “smart” — hilarious.

Yeah, we ended up at a bar for well, appetizers in lieu fo dinner, because of the dishwasher disaster. Late, so bar mostly empty except for said blond. Yes, of course she was blond. I mean, I have blond friends, but some people are inevitably blond. Because the Author uses cliches.

Anyway, the Mathematician kept shooting me warning glances, and when he went to the bathroom to wash his hands made me go along with him into the little hallway and wait there, because he kept seeing my eyes light up with “oh, what now?” and was afraid I’d jump in.

Not only were we informed that all food everywhere but the US is wonderful and good for you, but all US food is crap (no, not processed food. The food you cook in your kitchen, too, is somehow bad for you.) But then I found out she was talking about Asian street food in countries where I know it’s trivially easy to catch the never get wells. And some of the dishes, I know how they’re actually made over there, and….. ewwwwwwww. But by the point she informed her companions she spoke a little Asian, the Mathematician…. dragged me into the little hallway. and whispered in my ear, “DO NOT go back there and inform her you speak a little European. Other people’s mating rituals are none of your concern.”

Yes, from what I gathered she was MAGA by way of RFK Jr. (For this and our other sins may the Good Lord forgive us.)

Anyway, the thing was she had obviously traveled. But it’s hard to know what you’re seeing. It’s harder for most Europeans to know what they’re seeing here because they are only “seeing” us through their media, which assumes a priori that our media is biased for the “right” and therefore they skew any news to the left, to be — they think — accurate. Also because if they don’t skew left they don’t get invited to cocktail parties, don’t get the good jobs, their landlords evict them and the opinion police arrest them, but you know, like that.

This is akin to watching something through the wrong end of the telescope.

All the same, the biggest problem is the divide int he stuff inside the head. I mean, I was raised on that side of the Atlantic and lived there till 22 (with intervals.) So I should “get them” instinctively.

But I don’t. I kept stumbling on things on their news programs, which made no sense to me. Like, some secretary or minister or whatever talking about how many day cares they’d authorize for building in the next 20 years. I think that was in Spain. (Might have been Holland. I had a fever and things were fuzzy.) Or talking about the necessity of the government building houses. Or–

Look, Europe was fairly alarmed at the American revolution. Because long before they were socialist, they believed the person (preferably the one, at the center) who ruled the country had every right to make every decision for everyone by divine right. When they stopped believing in G-d, they started believing that person was simply better and smarter. They can’t not believe that. (Reminds us of our blind little throwbacks “You have to belong to something, so we think we should belong to the government.” Can we send them back?)

Anyway, their minds on this are so completely different, that they knew a government of the people for the people had to be either a great big lie, or it would fail in weeks. They’ve been gleefully expecting us to fail.

The FDR deviation reassured them — we still weren’t like them. Still too individualistic for trusting — but they thought we might be okay. The sensible people were finally in charge, and we’d become a normal country by the by.

And of course, we protected their butts, as was right, since Europe is the center of the universe and we owe it to them to keep them safe.

I think what’s going on is that even through their occluded vision of us is a mess, they have gleaned enough through the glimmers, to have a strong suspicion we’re doing the American revolution thing again. (You know they might be right.) And returning to our origins.

And that’s unpossible! How can we do that to them!

They’re locked into a scream of “Trump is ruining everything.” And “Doesn’t he know we’ll fall, and therefore civilization will fall if he doesn’t send Kansas boys to die for our interests.”

Meh. Weirdly I DO understand their fears. After all, we’ve saved them, technically twice, but really three times already.

But understanding is not the same as sympathizing. All right. Maybe a little bit of sympathy. I will refrain from posting pictures of European cars captioned “European or Donald Duck’s?” At least this week.

Seriously, we’re scaring the living daylights out of them over there. And us over here can’t help but feeling it’s a little bit funny.

It probably isn’t. Panicked people do very weird things.

Hang on tight, we’re on the track that leads to the interesting ride. It has to be done. It’s already too late for telling the Europeans to pick up their own rooms and mind their own defense. But it’s going to get more and more interesting as we go!

And telling them the unvarnished truth is unlikely to help.

Promo tomorrow evening, promise.

*Before we get on with the guest post let me explain how it came to be. I’ve known Richard for ten? twelve years? And though we’ve never met in person face to face and I’m an artistic philistine who thinks art can always be made better with more purple, more agonized expressions and a bit more gold, and going for barroque, we became friends. I started admiring Richard, his thoughts as expressed at The Remodern Review, and yes, his art, which has a direct truth to it combined with artistic fantasy that makes it irresistible.

I’m sure I read Remodern America when he published it in 2018. But I was very ill by then, and have absolutely no memory of the contents. So when I found it in a box in unpacking my library, I opened it and started reading.

Which is when I decided to ask Richard to let me run this as a guest post.

Not only is the post almost prescient, but it echoes what I feels like should be said now! And so, he gave me permission to post the prologue as a guest post and very kindly sent me a word document of it. So now I’ll get out of Richard’s way. He’s an artist and an amazingly articulate art philosopher, so listen to him. Also, you should definitely read Remodern America (It’s on my bedside and I’m re-reading it now I’m not in terrible shape.) and you should take a look at his art on his website. – SAH*

The Spirit of the Age,
by Richard Bledsoe

What is the spirit of this age?

History will recognize this as the era the general population of the United States realized the governing class and its connections, far from acting as responsible public servants, had mutated into an elitist ruling class.

 These elitists decided amongst themselves, due to their superior intellects, credentials, and social status, they deserved to control how everybody else lived their lives. This mission of conquest was camouflaged with egalitarian rhetoric.

 In exchange for the burden of managing their inferiors, this New Class exempted themselves from the expectations they imposed on others. Those underlings who supported the ascendancy of these would-be rulers received some special considerations as well, a semi-privileged status—but their greatest reward was to bask in the reflected glory of their masters.

 The elitists had a plan, and it almost worked. Over decades, the institutions that sustained American culture have been infiltrated, their missions transformed.

Government, media, education, the arts—the occupying elitists within dedicated all resources towards undermining sustaining Western values, all to better serve the consolidation of unaccountable power. They used their influence over the various means of cultural communication and expression to exert pressure at all levels of society to embrace collectivist goals, distorting the concept of equality.

As part of these maneuvers, art was pushed into a crisis of relevance. Elitist malfeasance has marginalized the visual arts in popular culture. In doing so, the New Aristocracy of the Well-Connected block access to powerful resources. They deny our society the inspiration to live up to ideals, the encouragement to think and feel deeply, the yearning to harmonize with truth and beauty. As a result, the mass audience has turned away.

People instinctually reject the superficial and nihilistic contemporary art championed by an imperious would-be ruling class. We currently call this covert corrosion inflicted on the foundations of Western civilization the Postmodern era. A small sect usurped disproportionate power over the course of the entire nation. Now the terrible results of the corrupted establishment’s agenda are clear. Under their reign we are less prosperous, less safe, less free.

The elitists ran out of credibility and resources before their work was complete. Now, we, the people, must make sure they run out of time as well. The dominion of these deceitful despots must be demolished throughout the culture, on all fronts. Around the globe challenges are rising against the longstanding world order. The story of the 21st century will be the dismantling of centralized power.

As always, this course of history was prophesied by artists—those who are intuitively aware of the path unfolding ahead. Their works become maps so that others may find the way. The new directives emerging in our culture must be acknowledged. Enduring changes start in the arts.

The entrenched interests are desperate to deny this uprising, but denial won’t stop us. The parasitic Postmodern era is finished, but it won’t go quietly. The vast project of reconstruction will commence as we dislodge the failed status quo.

What is the spirit of this age?

This is an era of joyous insurgency and new beginnings.

Welcome to Remodern America.