The Moment

And here we are, poised at the highest point of the roller-coaster, looking around. the view is clear, the air crisp, and we’re about to start on the ride of our life.

The stakes are high. We placed a bet. We don’t know where the wheel will stop spinning. There are factors we can’t be sure of, things we can’t know to consider. The unknown unknowns are massive.

Even if it all goes according to plan, and Trump signs all the EOs he promised on the first day, even if Doge points all the waste and Trump borrows the chainsaw from Milei in Argentine, when you’re doing remodeling at this level, there will be strange second-order effects.

Understand, I don’t expect the consequences will be bad, but some will be strange, and we’ll be holding our breaths through the turns and the loops.

And then there’s the fact that the enemy gets a vote. Enemies internal are bad enough — Dave Freer said on X he’s afraid of the cornered rat effect, and so should we all be — but there are also enemies external, and heaven knows precisely what China will be up to, now they’re loosing his Serene Majesty Zhou Biden, vice-roy to Xi. Not to mention they aren’t sure what Trump will do, but are sure he’s not their willing thrall. And their economy is collapsing and they’re desperate. Then there’s Russia and Iran up in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G. The beginning of a new Axis of evil?

Anyway, the one thing you can be sure of is that the ride will be interesting.

On the other hand, this is the day we never thought would come. We thought they had the cheating sewn up.

So today we hold our breath they don’t think they’re clever and try an assassination and that their rent a crowds don’t set fire to DC.

And then we grip the handle bars and hold our breath.

On the good side, we might come out of this with colonies in Mars and regular flights to the moon and perhaps miners in the asteroids. I know, I know, it’s pie in the sky, but who knows.

For the first time in a long time, the future is wide open.

Oh, there will be bumps, and sudden drops (what they have done and probably will do to the economy doesn’t bare thinking about) but with luck there will be peaks and breathtaking heights as well.

Hold on to your hats. Here we go.

Book Promo And Vignettes By Luke, Mary Catelli and ‘Nother Mike

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FROM HOLLY CHISM: The Law of Magical Contagion

The capper to Siobhan Miller’s terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day was a dog, tied to the stop sign. She hates dogs. She’s terrified of dogs, and that was a big dog. Looking sad and lonely, tied to a stop sign. That was not okay. She was the only one around, so she took him home. Only to find that he wasn’t a dog, but one of the Good People, under a curse. And there were more of them.

And they were all after her. And all she had was the dog (who wasn’t a dog) to help keep her from being taken away from all she’s ever known. Because that dog? He and his twin sister are family that she didn’t know she had, and their appearance has upended everything she’s ever known about herself. Including that she was human to begin with. She has a lot of questions.

Starting with curses, and how and why they sometimes spread.

FROM PAM UPHOFF: Empire of Japan (Chronicles of the Fall Book 13)

The Three Part Alliance is falling apart, with internal strife, and out-and-out war . . .

In the Japanese sector, everything is spiraling into a major crisis, but for two teenage boys, their personal problems seem more immediate. For Shato house Kujo the usual fate of a servant’s child looms, while his legitimate best friend and almost brother is powerless to help, while preparing for college.

But the murder of the Crown Prince is about to scramble everyone’s plans as Japan withdraws from the Alliance, and plans retribution.

FROM HOLLY LEROY: One Eight Seven – A Lt. Eve Sharpe Thriller

Love J. A. Konrath’s Jacqueline “Jack” Daniels? Try Lt. Eve Sharpe.
Lt. Eve Sharpe’s mom doesn’t just enjoy guilt trips she buys your ticket, packs your bag, and stamps your passport. Now she has Eve reluctantly heading to San Francisco in an effort to solve the murder of a drag queen superstar.

Teamed up with a tough-as-nails local P.I., Jillian Varela, Eve figures it’ll be an easy case. But what her mom didn’t tell her was that she’d be helping a Mafia don with a long list of enemies.

As the bodies begin to stack up, it becomes obvious that her mom’s ‘simple job’ has turned into something both dangerous and deadly.

FROM MACKEY CHANDLER: Another Word for Magic (Family Law Book 6)

Fleeing the Solar System after an attack by North America, the three Home habitats now have to seek their own fortunes. Heather, Sovereign of Central on the Moon saved them but now has to make certain the USNA can never threaten them again.
What was a tentative research partnership with the Red Tree Clan of Derfhome becomes a full alliance of equals. Lee finds she has to grasp authority and act for the Red Tree Mothers and herself to repossess the planet Providence she and Gordon discovered. The Claims Commission on Earth has collapsed without the leadership of North America. Explorers like her are cut off from their payments and the colonists on Providence are left in the lurch too. To do that she needs these powerful new allies.

FROM KAREN MYERS: The Ways of Winter – A Virginian in Elfland (The Hounds of Annwn Book 2)

Book 2 of The Hounds of Annwn

TRAPPED BEHIND ENEMY LINES, CAN HE FIND THE STRENGTH TO DEFEND ALL THAT HE VALUES MOST, OR EVEN JUST TO SURVIVE?

It’s the dead of winter and George Talbot Traherne, the new human huntsman for the Wild Hunt, is in trouble. The damage in Gwyn ap Nudd’s domain reveals the deadly powers of a dangerous foe who has mastered an unstoppable weapon and threatens the fae dominions in both the new and the old worlds.

Secure in his unbreachable stronghold, the enemy holds hostages and has no compunction about using them in deadly experiments with newly discovered way-technology. Only George has a chance to reach him in time to prevent the loss of thousands of lives, even if it costs him everything.

Welcome to the portrait of a paladin in-the-making, Can he carry out a rescue without the deaths of all involved? Will his patron, the antlered god Cernunnos, help him, or just write him off as a dead loss? He has a family to protect and a world to save, and little time to do it in.

FROM MARY CATELLI: The Witch-Child and the Scarlet Fleet

Caught between pirates who would force him to use wizardry in their aid, and a king who would force him to spy, Alik will need every scrap of wits and wizardry to forge his own path.

FROM SARAH A. HOYT: Deep Pink (Magis Book 1)

Like all Private Detectives, Seamus Lebanon [Leb] Magis has often been told to go to Hell. He just never thought he’d actually have to go. But when an old client asks him to investigate why Death Metal bands are dressing in pink – with butterfly mustache clips – and singing about puppies and kittens in a bad imitation of K-pop bands, Leb knows there’s something foul in the realm of music. When the something grows to include the woman he fell in love with in kindergarten and a missing six-year-old girl, Leb climbs into his battered Suburban and like a knight of old goes forth to do battles with the legions of Hell. This is when things become insane…. Or perhaps in the interest of truth we should say more insane.

FROM LEIGH KIMMEL: Rockin’ the USA

It’s not easy being married to the leader of the band, even in the best of times. When everything becomes political, you’ve got a nightmare on your hands.

Laurel had her doubts when her husband signed on to headline Governor Thorne’s Independence Day concert in Candlestick Park. Now that the band’s committed to the appearance, the Flannigan Administration has decided to shut the show down, with prejudice.

Laurel knows she has to fight this attempt to stop the signal. But doing so may put her in more danger than she could ever have anticipated, and risk those she loves.

A story of the Grissom timeline, originally published in Liberty Island Magazine.

This edition also includes a bonus essay on the era of dictatorship in Grissom-timeline America.

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: Periodic

Incompetence or Malice?

With the fires in California, as often when dealing with government at all levels, there are rumors that they’re doing this according to some long held plan.

Yeah. They might be. I mean, some of the more tin-foiley versions require all sorts of machiavellianc work arounds, and are probably not true. OTOH the givens are that they really hate their constituents and that they view themselves as harbingers of the utopian future. Oh, yeah, and that they mostly think things repeat as in the scant history they actually know, but mostly the fiction and just so stories they’ve read.

And after great fires, cities have been rebuilt to fit grand utopian visions. Actually pretty much every time: Paris, London, Chicago, and if you go back far enough Rome. So I could see them thinking: great fire equals bringing our wonnerful vision in, and working to make this a reality. Among other things it would totally explain Noisome’s self-satisfied smirk and little dance when being interviewed about the fire, and also how he’s been hell of cagey about his plan for the rebuild. (And FYI calling it a Marshall Plan is a bit of a giveaway since the Marshall Plan was imposed on a DEFEATED Europe.)

So could this be “according to plan?” Sure, I’ll allow it. I’ll at least allow that once the fire had started, idiots saw a “great opportunity.”

But wait, because there’s more. Sure, the wolfheads in power are malicious and possessed of a hatred of humanity in general and those who refuse to go along with their plans in particular. They also have a grand disregard for individual passions and interests.

BUT–

And it’s a bit but (or butt if you prefer) they’re also incompetent, and a vast number of them are absolutely rock-dumb.

I’ve — I think — covered this territory sufficiently before, but if you’re just tuning to this channel now, I’ll do a quick recap.

I’m not saying everyone on the left is stupid. That’s just the flipping around of their (dumb) certainty that everyone who disagrees with them is stupid and uneducated (an assumption that btw makes perfect sense for people of naturally compliant character in a culture that equates education with intelligence, and where education has become iron-clad indoctrination.)

People are on the left for any number of reasons, a combination of character, trauma, family tradition, self-interest and accident of personal experience. And their chance of falling, stumbling or being pulled into the left or even the hard left has nothing to do with their native intelligence. (I’d argue that they on average tend to have a more compliant character, to be “good boys and girls” because the establishment has been left for most of my life and you have to work less to be left. So some of them might also be smart but intellectually lazy. And some are ambitious and know that’s where the money and advancement is, or has been till very recently. (I could name some authors. i won’t.))

However, over time they tend to act stupider, and they tend to be less competent. This is not because something happens to their intelligence and ability to think, so much as the fact that they don’t NEED TO.

And the lack of need to starts somewhere about the end of high school if not before. You can just mouth back the platitudes and you get all the candy. You’re not trying to think yourself into your position, you don’t need to hold your beliefs secret against discernment, you just go with the flow and say “the latest thing” and you get rewards.

This is twice as bad if you come from a wealthy, lefty family and/or you’re a minority. Chances are the teachers never taught you much. They were far too busy making sure you liked them, and they virtue signaled as being the right political color and frankly if you were of a certain disposition making sure you didn’t get them into trouble.

And for the purposes of this, “female” is “minority.” I watched midwit girls in my boys classes get the royalty treatment while getting taught so little and having so little demanded of them that if they were my daughters I’d have had even more problems with the school than before. The treatment goes on through college. And heaven forbid you are female, tan and gay. You’re not going to be asked to do anything and will be considered a prodigy if you can pronounce your name correctly. I’ve seen it.

Am I saying women, minorities, gay people are dumber than white straight males. Oh, bullshit. Only the lefties reading this for rage points will twist my words to say that. There are statistical differences in the distribution of male and female IQ (Y’all have a lot more morons and a lot more geniuses than we do — keeping in mind those are still and always rare at either end — and we have more “normal bright.” (Which is what almost everyone needs to get through life, btw, geniuses share some difficulties with morons in getting along with society simply because they’re not the norm, come to that.) And sure IQ for minorities is all over the place, but IQ measurements are “weirdish” unless you get the people administering them being very careful about the background of the tested (if you’ve never done a certain type of test, you’ll test lower, just on familiarity. Also, not a lie that every time you take an IQ test, you’ll do better.) Also leveling and straight out, they’ve monkeyed with IQ tests so much since the 70s partly to make them more “equitable” that some of them aren’t even really valid any more. And the equitable thing is no better and might be worse.

But note that evolution doesn’t work that fast, even if you assume only the dumber are reproducing, and we’re now at a stage where states are doing away with literacy tests for TEACHERS. Teachers of all races, (though mostly female.)

The only thing falling IQ results and falling competence correlates to is “leftist governance.” Which means it’s two things: stupidity in selection (of teachers, superintendents, mayors, governors, and yes fire chiefs) and NOT TEACHING PEOPLE or not teaching people in a way that anyone can learn. (I maintain the failure of teaching languages in the US is that the method used can’t teach ANYONE languages. It helps to have a record/handed down the stories going back to the great flood or shortly thereafter for this. NO ONE IN MY FAMILY HAS EVER FAILED TO LEARN FOREIGN LANGUAGES. Some have an unearthly facility — that’s my brother — so that you could drop them naked in the Amazonian forest, and they’d emerge into civilization three months later speaking fifteen tribal languages flawlessly. Some are like me, and mutter and groan and scream at the books for the first two years, and then it clicks and we’re fluent. So when my kids couldn’t learn foreign languages I spent summers teaching them. They learned. They learned 3 years in a summer (Younger has forgotten everything, but hey.) The problem is that the pseudo-total-immersion method not only wasn’t teaching them, it was making it impossible for them to learn. Reading and writing are now being taught that way too, I think (I don’t have kids in school.))

Both operate because their blinkered sexist and racist notions enjoin them to demand nothing of females or people who tan or females who tan. I don’t know if at some level they believe we’re less capable, or they never thought about it. Or if it’s the magical theory of “raise their self esteem and they’ll automagically learn.”

So you have a population that ranges from illiterate to merely unlearned. From these they pick not the most competent, but those that fit arbitrary criteria in which “victimhood points” add up to create the perfect candidate.

For obvious reasons this results in a disastrous lack of competency at every level from dog catcher to fire chief, and even into elected positions, in a system as corrupt as California’s. (Almost every dem state is extremely corrupt. I wonder why!)

Here’s the secret: picking for any reason other than competence erodes the competence of the people hired, even if the educational system weren’t already completely borked.

ANY REASON. If you were deliberately picking only white, straight males, you’d hit the same effect. You might have a bump at the beginning, because white straight males have had to work harder to have any achievements for the last forty years so the current qualified crop is a bit better than the competition. BUT that won’t last. Because if you’re advancing white straight males automatically they’ll start suffering from the “don’t have to work” effects.

Or you could be picking people for being related to the people in the job. And then you get Latin countries. Or Gavin Newsome. You see where that leads.

For prosperity, safety and advancement, people must be picked for competence for whatever the position is. ALWAYS for competence.

We haven’t had that in a good long while. Even white males get picked for “Complies with leftist beliefs without question” and have been for the last almost a 100 years.

So, no, our “leadership” and “political” class is not all that. In fact they’re idiots studying to be morons.

Are things like the California fires part of a grand plan? At least at the level of taking advantage of a crisis? Who knows? Who cares?

It’s important not to fall into the trap of thinking these are top of the line chess players. People, these are creatures that can maybe pour their piss out of their own boots with the instructions written on the sole, but only if they decide to work that hard that day.

It doesn’t really matter if they have a grand plan, to be honest.

As we saw during the Biden interregnum (two days and a wake up) their grand plans tend to turn to shite and their great constructions come apart in their hands.

They are at that level. It’s my opinion this is why communist systems fail after 70 years. No, we never fully went there, but our leadership sure was picked that way. After seventy years of picking for compliance and whatever proletarian points apply, you have people so incompetent they have the Mierdas touch.

Be not afraid. It’s okay to be angry, but don’t let it blind you. Stay alert for the opportunity to rebuild where things fall apart. And they will.

In the end we win, they lose.

That’s all.

The Fire Will Suffice, And It’s Enough

Like most people of my generation, I grew up reading stories of the end of the world. Actually maybe that’s true for kids of every generation.

Mike Williamson has a t-shirt that says something about an end of the world tour, and lists all the apocalypses we have escaped.

I don’t remember which ones he lists, and I know no matter how much I think about it, I’ll never get all of them.

However, off the top of my head and in no particular order, to get to sixty two, I’ve escaped nuclear holocaust, the population bomb, the disappearance of all potable water, acid rain, the neutron bomb, alar in apples, global cooling, global warming, ebola, net neutrality, covid, monkeypox, birdflu, covid, AI….

I read countless stories in which not only is the coming apocalypse one of these things, but it was due to one of these things that Atlantis, Mu and Avalon came to an end.

Thing is, none of those ever looked very likely to be world enders, however, looking at California this past week, I wonder if one of these world enders is even needed.

There are so many points of insanity, delusion and incompetence, all of them contributing to such a level of property destruction — while lives lost aren’t that large a number — that I wonder if all of those are enough to end a civilization.

Certainly a civilization that convinces itself that it can’t take basic precautions like raking the undergrowth is in mortal peril. But if you add to that people so incompetent at their actual jobs — like, say reservoir maintenance and firefighting — that they divert their efforts to the things they can actually do, like ensure there are more lesbians in the fire department. And then entire neighborhoods go out in flames.

Now multiply that by everything we actually need done, from flood control, to fighting wars, to the production of food, to maintenance of tech, to–

It is said that California is the future of America.

In this case, I hope not. I hope we have averted it. I hope California is what the future of America would have been if Kamala had been “elected.”

We just might have escaped it. Gone down another leg of the pants of time.

But if we do escape this — and we can at least hope we do — we must fight like hell to correct both the delusions and the incompetence.

Teach the children — and the adults — well. Because we can’t continue to coast on luck.

And it turns out some levels of cluelessness and performative illusion are not survivable.

The Banana Index

Ladies and gentlemen, by the one index that has proven reliable over my lifetime, socialism in the United States is receding. Not on the way out, precisely, but promising to go down instead of up. The index is a little forward-looking, you see.

What is this magical indicator? Well, the abundance and price of bananas.

No, wait, I haven’t completely lost my mind, and I do understand that it makes absolutely no sense, but–

The origin of this is a joke. Not a particularly wonderful joke but somewhat funny at least.

Back in 1978 there was a joke about a place in West Germany where East Germany was so close that two kids could see each other through their bedroom windows. And the West German kid regularly taunted the Eastern kid with what he had, toys, and games, and one day bananas.

Well, the Eastern kid’s father had given him the ultimate answer. “I don’t have bananas, but I have socialism.”

To which the Western kid answered, “Socialism drives out bananas.”

Well….

In Portugal through the variations of politics, we found out that for some reason when a more leftwing government was in power bananas became rarer and those that showed up were smaller, spotty, and went up in price.

Take in account that there are things that can’t possibly be linked that seem to be linked in statistical occurrence. For instance, people who eat cheese have lower all-cause mortality. This makes no sense whatsoever. And yet it occurs. There’s a whole boatload of these so called spurious correlations.

Well…. For some reason socialism goes up and banana availability and affordability goes down.

I noticed the week after the election that bananas which in my area had been trifling with 80c a pound were back down at 40c. Since then they’ve bounced between 40c and 50c, which is what they were in the eighties. And the quality is pretty good.

Of course, bananas are a forward looking index, but the prognosis for falling socialism and rising availability and affordability of bananas is good.

Have yourself a banana split and hope for the best.

Loving Yourself First

The other day, I was sitting here, innocently typettityping away, the way one does, while my husband watched something or other.

And then suddenly a phrase slotted into my brain and the years of being a teen girl told this reared up their ugly head, and I launched into a tirade.

The sentence was “You can’t love anyone else until you love each other.”

This was one of those things considered as an obvious given. Everyone knew this was true. In fact, it still surfaces in practically every movie.

And is there any reason to believe this is true?

No.

Beyond the obvious fact that how can anyone else know if you love each other or not? And that most of the time when people tell you that it’s because they pretend to be reading your mind and telling you you don’t love yourself, and refusing to believe you when you say you’re fine really.

Let’s talk about this weird idea of “loving yourself.” Sure, you’re supposed to know yourself and accept the parts of you you can’t change. And sure, you’re also supposed to, in the Petersonian instruction: “Take care of yourself as though you were someone you love for whose well being you’re responsible.”

But LOVE? What do they mean by love, precisely. And of course, when someone challenges you to “love yourself” you’re always going to feel you fall short of this. I mean, as Jordan Peterson points out, you live with yourself. You know all your own failings and all your bad thoughts, you’re certainly not cheering for those parts of you.

So when people tell you that first you have to love yourself and will argue you don’t really love yourself, what are you to do?

And what standard is that for a healthy relationship? If you’re the sort of person who can confidently say he/she LOVES — note loves, not accepts, not is comfortable in his/her own skin, but loves — him/herself, what do you bring to the relationship?

As someone who has been married for 39 years, let me tell you there’s a whole lot of give and take, and you often have to subsume yourself to make the other person happy. In a good marriage both of you do it often enough, (and then realize you’re actually happier seeing your loved one happy.) Even more importantly, you have to allow yourself to change a little, to be interested in your spouse’s pursuits, to change the way your life is.

If you’re absolutely struck with yourself, it will be much harder to make that sort of concession.

So, why is this considered the absolutely basic thing to tell everyone. What is “loving yourself” and when do you know you’re doing it enough.

Is this part of the gospel of self esteem, and you have to love yourself above all? The idea that criminals and hoodlums are those who don’t love or respect themselves sufficiently?

When every study has shown exactly the opposite, and when the whole “self-esteem education” nonsense has produced exactly the reverse result of what they expected.

And yet the “love yourself before you can love anyone else” beat goes on.

Bah. I don’t know about you, but I love plenty of people.

I get along with myself well enough. She’s okay. But I know what she’s up to, and I keep an eye on her all the time. She has a weird kick to her gallop and can suddenly come up with the strangest ideas of dubious moral value.

So I keep an eye on her. And most of the time reign her before she gets in trouble?

Love her? Well, she’s me, so I’m stuck in here with her. And she’s okay, as long as I watch her all the time. But I’m not about to stand and admire myself on the mirror, or buy myself flowers.

I reserve the flowers and the attention and the lavish admiration to my husband of 39 years. And the different kind of love for our grownup kids. And my friends. And the four furry delinquents who share our lives and who are currently sleeping on my husband and I.

If this isn’t love, what is?

The Counterculture

When I was in college I read “Counterculture comics” and counterculture magazines, mostly because I read everything, and they tended to be cheap or free or really free. (Really free is “Please take a copy of my comic. Please, please, please. I haven’t been able to give one away to random passersbys in weeks. Please take one, or I’ll cry.”)

Most of them weren’t particularly exciting. Look, guys, most of anything is not particularly exciting or particularly good.  Most cookery is not really exciting or good, but when what you want is some food, an egg sandwich is fine, and you just want plain bread and a fried egg, and you leave the fine points of cookery, herbs and how long you should beat the egg to the froo froo people. As long as it’s well cooked and tasty, that’s enough, right?

But one thing I’ll give them. Most of them, shown to a professor, or heaven forbid my parents would result in a heart attack, or at least a hissy fit, and probably revocation of my ability to read things unsupervised, if not to walk out unaccompanied. (No, really. Some of them, if I met my younger self I’d ask her if she was ready for a straight jacket to be reading that utter trash.)

Now mind you most of them managed that by being crude, lewd, bizarre or taking potshots at religion that didn’t even make sense in any sensible universe (which means they’re the background of Netflix series now. Never mind.) Which would legitimately shock the “adults” who “controlled the culture”.

Or something…

Even back then unless they were totally out of their rockers – which happened – and advocating for gunning down anyone over thirty, the political prescriptions of these publications shocked no one. Their Marxism was bog standard the same as those of our college students, and that of a lot of people’s parents, and their screams to eat the rich had been expressed better if just as stupidly earlier in the century, and were by then in all the mainstream publications, and all the assigned books.

So they were mostly counterculture in going where no one had done before in … well, being explicit, gross or bizarre.  All of which were, I grant you, shocking, but perhaps only because Portuguese society was relatively hidebound.

Anyway, that was the counterculture.

The problem we have right now, though, is that the culture views itself as the counterculture, which results in some truly bizarre distortions.  One of them being the absolute certainty of the very strange left – including the people who were writing the gross, bizarre and other strange stuff people doing the “counterculture” comics and books when I was a kid – that they are fighting against the establishment, while controlling the entire establishment, and thinking they are being oppressed when some parents protest or some people say they’ll pray for them.

At the same time, the kids raised under this regime think they’re being daring, brave, or pushing the envelope doing things that would bore my grandmother – like push the envelope a little (for perspective, she was a little older than Heinlein) about people being gay or having sex before marriage or equally anodyne topics.

Meanwhile, if you try to say real counterculture stuff – if you question Marxism, or say anything for traditional morals or culture — which is outrageous to most people alive today, they say you “sold out.”

We must be the world’s stupidest sell outs, people. If we go along with the establishment, we get all the grants from anti-racist and anti-discrimination and anti-whatever groups financed by international billionaires. We, instead, insist on questioning things, and pointing out that what they call “anti-racism” is basically racism which apportions everything by race; and what they call antifa, considering its tactics and beliefs and the type of people they recruit, is basically the same as brought Hitler to power, should be called ante-fa; and that the only valid women in current feminism are men manque. All of which means that we place ourselves instead in the invidious position of being considered idiots by the conventional left, sell outs by the stupid left, and end up making no money (except donations. Thank you) because our side has no access to either government money or NGOs.

I mean the number of things available to the left, under the cover of “fighting” things that only they do is astonishing. The other day I came across an advertisement on facebook for Noam Chomsky teaching how to combat “disinformation.”  He must be amazing at it, considering how much he produces. Oh, and a “science fiction writer” who has written books much talked about and not read, taught a class on “writing while black.” Try to imagine how that went. “Be black. Write.” Yeah. Of course the idea was that she suffered some mental anguish or discrimination, because apparently we stamp our skin color at the top of our manuscripts. Or perhaps use paper that magically imprint our skin color. I don’t know. It’s not like using characters “of color” (ever so much better than “colored”) is a distinction. I think we’re supposed to make sure we have a few, and they are heroic and flawless.  Same for women and anyone of divergent sexual attraction.

Meanwhile there are magazines that openly say they do not want any conservative writers submitting. The rest also don’t want it, but they only whisper it quietly in their offices.

And yet…  And yet, we keep doing it. And we have the overwhelming numbers.  And we’re winning as the election proved.

There is a power to the counterculture, to saying the repressed that everyone else is thinking.

Cultures instinctively reach for that which arises from everyone’s mind and can’t be spoken outloud because the authorities and the overculture forbid it.

And we’re telling the truth because we can’t help it, and because it drives us insane to see the truth and not tell it.

We’re the counterculture, the real one. And sure, there’s deprivations and suffering to live with, but there’s victory at the end, and the joy of knowing we did what had to be done.

And that’s why in the end we win, they lose.

Keep telling the truth and be not afraid.

Book Promo And Vignettes By Luke, Mary Catelli and ‘Nother Mike

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 (unless you’re me or my relative. Deal.) One book per author per week. Amazon links only. Oh, yeah, by clicking through and buying (anything, actually) through one of the links below, you will at no cost to you be giving a portion of your purchase to support ATH through our associates number. A COMMISSION IS EARNED FROM EACH PURCHASE.*Note that I haven’t read most of these books (my reading is eclectic and “craving led”,) and apply the usual cautions to buying. I reserve the right not to run any submission, if cover, blurb or anything else made me decide not to, at my sole discretion.SAH

FROM PAM UPHOFF: The Black Cube (Chronicles of the Fall Book 14)

Hieronymus was just going to take a ride with a friend and wasn’t expecting his friend’s sisters to be a kidnapped . . . and he certainly wasn’t expecting the opportunity to be a hero.

As information about the abilities of unchipped Portal Clones spread, their usefulness for cross-dimensional crimes of the ordinary sort should have been anticipated . . . although how to stop them is difficult, if not impossible. But as a spunky thirteen-year-old works to escape, Hieronymus has a plan . . .

FROM CELIA HAYES: West Toward the Sunset

It’s the year 1846, and Sally Kettering is just twelve years old. Her parents have decided to sell their farm in rural Ohio and go west … west to California. Sally and her six-year old brother Jon must leave everything they knew – friends, kinfolk and the little town where they had lived all their lives so far. Pa and Ma Kettering packed what they could take into a single covered wagon, and they set out to follow a trail through the wilderness west, along with a party of other families and adventurers. Unknown dangers lay around every bend of the trail … wild animals, wilder Indians … Indians who might be hostile or friendly, and no way to know for certain … treacherous river crossings, trackless deserts, and jagged, dangerous mountain passes.
And still, the Kettering family and their friends boldly set out … following the trail that led west toward the sunset!

FROM ALMA T. C. BOYKIN: Healer, Hunters, and Hearts: Familiar Generations Book Seven

Birds of mischief flock together …

Healer and Hunter, Deborah Chan Lestrang makes her way in the world as an herbalist and Healer who also hunts fell creatures when needed. Tensions inside her extended family call for a healer of hearts as well—a task far trickier, perhaps, than easing physical pain.

Weaker magic workers report being harassed by birds, birds inside a shield. Foul creatures appear, brought by a gate-spell cast by a coven. Or was it?

An old ill resurfaces …

Word comes from the north of a new drug, one that seems to grant magical abilities to those who take it. And that does not kill them as quickly as heart’s fire did. Could the birds of ill omen and the new pharmaceutical be related?


Deborah must find a path between duties and desires, the past and the present. But she does not travel alone. And she is her parents’ daughter. If she can survive Master Lestrang’s chili and his curries, she can banish abyssal evil. Maybe.

FROM HOLLY LEROY: Pooled Blood – A Lt. Eve Sharpe Thriller

Love J. A. Konrath’s Jacqueline “Jack” Daniels? Try Lt. Eve Sharpe.
After barely surviving the horror of the Parkside Strangler, Lieutenant Eve Sharpe and her friend, P.I. Jillian Varela, decide to head to Cancun for a little well-deserved R&R.

But instead of a relaxing two weeks at a five star, luxury resort, a grisly death lands at their feet, and a young girl is arrested.

It should be simple, but in Mexico, you are guilty until proven innocent. And if the Policia Federal find out what Eve and Jillian are up to, they’ll be spending a long time in less than luxury accommodations.

The third in the series of Lt. Eve Sharpe/Jillian Varela mysteries.
ONE EIGHT SEVEN
REMEMBER THE DEAD
POOLED BLOOD

FROM HEATHER STRICKLER: Defiant Sparks (A Bard’s Hearth)

Some fires will not be quenched.

Some people will never just lay down and die.

These are some of their stories.

Old men fighting hungry shadows.

Prisoners refusing to be broken.

From the mean streets of a fairy city to the ancient paths of Ur, some people will not yield nor sacrifice honor to any force.

Ten stories of determination and honor and a willingness to cling to what is right.

FROM HOLLY CHISM: The Godshead (Modern Gods Book 1)

Food and drink for sale; snark for free…

It’s hard to be a god nobody believes in, sometimes. Especially when one spends their days trying to quietly go about his or her life in a world that barely remembers the myths surrounding the old Greek gods, but where some religions still follow the old Norse gods.

And some of the Norse gods are getting more dangerous: Loki, the trickster, has lost the last of what passed for his sanity, and needs to be helped, or stopped. One of the two. And no one seems to be up to it.

At least, not alone. Working together, they can avoid the worst of Loki’s tricks, and maybe even solve their problems.

A tale told from several points of view.

FROM MARY CATELLI: Queen Shulamith’s Ball

A ball, a ball, Queen Shulamith would hold a ball. . . .In the magical city that all kingdoms can reach, and none can conquer, filled with kings and queens, intrigues and wonders, that the reclusive queen would stage a ball was a marvel among marvels.It will mean much to many: a young woman newly arrived in the city; a woman and a bear who dance on the street; two small orphans sent to the house of their great-great-grandfather; soldiers staging an invasion; and a queen securing her position.

FROM LEIGH KIMMEL: The Space Race Trilogy Omnibus: Time Slips, The Secret of Pad 34, Beach House on the Moon, Plus two exclusive new essays

Time Slips

What if our most treasured verities were in fact wrong?

To be selected for Project Mercury and be one of America’s first astronauts was a dream come true for test pilot Deke Slayton. But fellow Mercury astronaut Al Shepard kept telling old stories from his native New England, tales of monstrous entities like Cthulhu and Yog Sothoth. Earlier generations had viewed them as demons, but might they in fact be aliens, here long before humanity?

Soon Deke discovers evidence that something is watching the US space program. Something that begrudges humanity the stars and would put a ceiling on human attainment. Something that can manipulate time itself.

HP Lovecraft wrote that we dwell on a placid island of ignorance amidst the dark ocean of infinity, and that we were not meant to travel far.

What might the US space program have looked like in a cosmos filled with hostile eldritch entities? Would they notice us as playthings? Or as a nuisance to be dealt with?

The Secret of Pad 34

Who would put a ceiling on humanity’s expansion into space?

That’s what Gus Grissom wants to know. While fishing offshore from Cape Canaveral, he glimpses a mysterious undersea city of unearthly geometries, marked with a strange three-armed cross symbol.

His efforts to research it bring him veiled threats from strangers at his door. Trouble blights an exemplary career. However, Gus refuses to be cowed into silence, and pursues every lead he can find.

HP Lovecraft wrote that we live on a placid island of ignorance and were not meant to travel far. This is the Space Race in a world where the Soviet Union is not our only adversary.

Beach House on the Moon

The Moon is a dead world, airless and desolate. Emmaline Waite has known this fact since childhood, when she watched the Apollo landings.

But here she sits on the shores of the Sea of Tranquillity, looking up at the gibbous Earth as the waves roll in. What madness can this be?

She gets no time to contemplate that question, for she is not alone. She is about to enter a realm of love and fear, of mind-bending secrets that change her understanding of human history, and of self-sacrifice.

Her life will never be the same.

Miskatonic University in the Cold War and Contemporary Era

How would H.P. Lovecraft’s famous fictional institution of higher education have developed through the second half of the Twentieth Century and into the Twenty-first?

Space: Gernsbeck vs. Lovecraft

A look at the fundamental worldviews underlying the approaches of Hugo Gernsbeck and H.P. Lovecraft to the portrayal of outer space, aliens, and space travel.

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: PURPLE