Things To Be Thankful For

As noted in the post below this (yeah, it is a blog funding post. Life is like that just now.) this has in many ways been a brutal year. Mostly in “things fail around the house” and “health” ways.

But as we come to the close of the year, there have also been very good things, and at least two extraordinary miracles, full measure, poured over. And this is the day to remember those.

I’m not going to demand you believe in extraordinary providence, but miracles exist, even if it’s in “This was highly improbable, and it is good.”

So–

Trump did not get shot. By an inch or fractions thereof, Trump didn’t get shot.

Note that I’m not saying this because Trump or his life are that important, but because I’m convinced, from all the factors I can sense and think of, that we’d by now be knee deep in ACWII electric boogaloo. And no one wants that.

And Trump won the election. Again, I don’t know what or how much Trump can do, but I’m absolutely sure he’s better than the Junta that seized power by fraud being able to keep it, world without end. We have a chance. It’s just a chance, but it IS a chance. And we’re American. Give us a chance and we’ll take the universe.

Not coincidentally, despite the triple infection, since the election my blood pressure is once again low normal after years of doctors trying to talk me into treatment because “arrrr she’s gonna blow.

While on that, my glasses no longer require prisms. I have no idea what this means, but it seems good after years of my eyes crossing both directions (up down, and side to side.)

Other things to be grateful for: Younger son is married, and they got to have the ceremony in front of my parents, who are both still alive.

We lost Valeria, but Havey is still with us, and we certainly didn’t expect to have either of the older cats last year at this time.

And… I’ve finished the very long book. I don’t have any idea if it’s good. And it’s certainly very weird. BUT after almost 50 years, it’s out of my head, and getting edited.

And we have enough food for tomorrow, and friends (and one of the kids/spouse) coming to dinner.

I’m very thankful, even while looking forward to greater blessings.

We’ve been blessed and our work has proven fruitful. Let’s go forward, and work just as hard, and meet here next year, with even great blessings.

Go enjoy your thanksgiving.

The Great, Extraordinary Winter Fundraiser

Back when I did the normal Summer fundraiser, a curious phenomenon happened: I think I had more people donate than at any other blog fundraiser before, but the amount was lower, as everyone donated about a third what they normally would.

At the time, you guys told me I should do another fundraiser in winter to take smaller bites, as it were.

I will confess I intended to forget that, but …. what a year this has been. We’ll just say the house we bought apparently hadn’t been maintained at all for fifteen years or so. This year included dealing with the happy fun joy of having the pipe of water INTO the house burst. That resulted in a lot of things, including the cracking of a cement pad in the yard which we’re not even attempting to replace, and if one of my local friends hadn’t helped me fix the back porch, we’d still have a big gaping hole back there.

Well, other things have happened, including a sewage backflow into the house, which will now necessitate the reflooring of the half of the bathroom that is living space (To wit a guest bedroom and Dan’s workshop and music composing room.) Recently and after several attempts we got someone to walk through the house and mark everything that needs doing including the painting of the facade, which might need wood replaced. I never got up on a ladder to paint it (it’s 20 feet. No. the house is not that big. It’s complicated, okay?) and it’s just as well as I think they’re going to need to replace the wood. Today I spent shifting things around (when not cooking and/or recording a story reading) so they can get into the attic and figure out why the ceiling of the main bathroom gets wet, particularly when it hasn’t rained in a good while, there are two windows in the basement STORAGE area that leak, there’s minor roofing repair, and at some point I’d REALLY like to hire someone to replace the chandelier that was wired with speaker wire.

All of this to say, they’re things I’d either normally put off — only these can’t be put off without getting much worse — or do myself, possibly by indenturing younger son to help. But this year has not been good, and I’d like — I’d much prefer — to get writing done.

We could rustle up the money, mind. This IS NOT a rescue fundraiser. We can pinch a bit and turn over a few sofa cushions and find it.

It… would be easier if my brain hadn’t been eaten by the endless book — now in revision, and there will be an e-arc for the first third (my first readers have shouted me into breaking the 250k words into three books) in January — and had I published something — anything — this year. Alas, I didn’t. So, the income from books is very low for the year. It will recover, but…

Anyway, it’s not a fundraiser for need, so much as it’s a fundraiser because I do the work. Weekends and holidays and all I’m here doing blog posts. And if I am sick, and can’t, I feel terrible about it.

I’m not holding the blog hostage. And if you can’t donate, that’s fine. I’ll survive. And I’ll still write every day. It’s just that I wish very much things had gone differently and I could have “forgotten” to do a winter fundraiser. Consider the long list of ills above not so much my whining as my being really mad I couldn’t forget the fundraiser, dang it.

I’m also very much hoping it’s the first and last of its kind.

I’ve created a Give Send Go for it here. (Yes, the other one is still and will remain active, as it’s an easy link to donate to the blog for those who remember/want to during the year. Since I can’t risk having paypal. Well, maybe I can in the future, but since they made noises about confiscating funds of blogs that offended them, I don’t dare have a button.)

For those of you too paranoid about electronic donations (I’m occasionally one of those), the po box address is:


Sarah A. Hoyt

Goldport Press

304 S Jones Blvd #6771

Las Vegas, NV  89107

Note that if you decide to send me gifts there, particularly chocolate in summer…. don’t. Ping me and I’ll send you an address closer to where we live so that it can be mailed to us in a timely manner and not get hurt. We’ve been fortunate in the chocolate so far because it arrived unscathed (And was enjoyed) but we can see a couple of days delay making it disastrous. In winter otoh, the only danger of chocolate is to my waistline…

And because of course I feel guilty and mildly embarrassed to ask for blog funding, despite well, providing the blog, I’m going to try to give you guys a bunch of freebies as this consarned fundraiser runs for… I suspect two weeks it’s the most I can endure….

So, I did a reading of my very odd — from 1998. Boy was I weird then — short story, The Littlest Nightmare. You can go there and listen to it, or download it and hopefully enjoy it. It makes me smile to think of you guys doing your thanksgiving cooking, or estivating on the sofa after too much turkey, listening to me reading a silly short story.

It’s not an audio book, but much like the experience of being at a reading with me. You’ll also find out I’ve no idea how to pronounce “porcine”. Or rather, if the i is pronounced as an i my mouth can’t DO that. I can write it, but I can’t say it. This is either funny or pathetic, depending on how you look at it, but it MIGHT amuse you.

Anyway, thank you, and please, under no circumstances give money you can’t afford to give.

Eighties Democrats

Can we put to bed this idea that Trump is an eighties democrat? You see, I remember the eighties. I have a memory. I have writings.

I keep hearing it over and over again from our side. “Well, he’s an eighties democrat. It’s just the democrats have moved so far left that–“

I’m not going to dispute that in the eighties he was a democrat. Or that the democrats have moved further left since then. Though that later is perhaps not exactly true.

(It’s more “they were always this far left, but recently through lack of concern or ability to hide it, they started showing their true colors.” And it’s complicated by the fact that they started harping on things like sexual minorities and transexuality which were never a concern of theirs before and which, honestly, seem to be more of a stalking horse than anything else, considering how hard-left societies treat those.)

But when Trump was a democrat, he was what I call a default, no thought democrat. He was a democrat because democrats were “the good people” as pushed by the culture, and anyway that was the only way to get anything done in the circles he moved in.

However I doubt very much he was an eighties democrat politician.

For those of you who weren’t alive then, the democrat politicians were always trying to push something that would absolutely destroy the US in some way. Even if “only” surrender to the USSR so that the USSR wouldn’t “destroy” us. (Which they never could do, unless we surrendered.) But there were other things that will sound startlingly familiar to you, from unionizing all the things, to creating universal basic income, to giving everyone “universal” health care, and other things that depend on the labor of others.

If you want to see what eighties democrat politicians, look at what happened in Europe: the continuous reduction of individual liberty, the disarmament of citizens, the making everyone a pensioner of the state. That’s what democrats in the eighties were pushing.

Does Trump have some rocks in the head? Likely. There are things he doesn’t seem to have thought through from his early ideas.

More importantly I look at his cabinet appointments and I see a lot of horse trading going on. He still has to get it through college.

But you know what? There are some very good appointments and we have a chance.

Just a chance. It’s all we wanted, right?

And he’s not an eighties democrat. Even back then most of them didn’t love the country, didn’t love anything but their own profit and power.

Trump, for all his faults, loves this country. And he’s going to try to get us out of the straits we’re in.

Sure, it might not be possible. And sure, he’ll do some really stupid things by our lights. But our lights are also not perfect and–

Again, we have a chance. Hope and pray it is enough.

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

https://amzn.to/3APaQEHFROM MARY CATELLI: Over the Sea, To Me.

A novelette retelling an old ballad.

A castle of marvels, by the sea — full of goblins and sprites. Many young knights come in search of adventures, and leave in search of something less adventurous.

A knight brave enough to face it could even woo the Lady Isobel there, but when Sir Beichan and she catch the attention of her father, the castle has horrors as well as wonders, enough to hold him prisoner. Winning freedom may only separate them, unless its marvels can be used to unite them, over the sea.

FROM BLAKE SMITH: An American Thanksgiving

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

EDITED BY JAMES YOUNG, WITH A STORY BY YOURS TRULY: The Violent Blue Yonder: Aerial Alternate History (Arc of Ares)

Victory, speedy and complete, awaits the side that employs air power as it should be employed-Marshal Sir Arthur Harris, Bomber Command

War in the air, like any other domain, is subject to the whims of Fate. Throughout history, humans have always asked “What if?” Violent Blue Yonder explores what happens when that question gets asked hundreds (or thousands) of feet above sea level.

Do you like the age of “canvas falcons?” Come along as Sarah Hoyt, the 2018 Dragon Award Winner for Alternate History, surmises what could have happened had The Red Baron survived World War I. Or alternatively (pun intended), let Rob Howell (“In Dark’ning Storms”) and Joelle Presby (“Friends In High Places”) lay out opposite sides of early American intervention in airpower’s first conflict.

More a fan of closed canopies and superchargers than flimsy, flammable death traps? See how the German Luftwaffe gains the upper hand in a Second Battle of Britain in “Londonfall.” Or see different events in the Pacific as William Alan Webb cuts in with “Sword of the Sun,” a tale set in his A World Afire universe. Finally, if worlds afire are your thing, we have 2010 Sidewise Award Winner Eric Swedin having the Cold War go brilliantly hot in “Foolish Games.” Prefer your Cold War to have less thermonuclear annihilation? See what happens when former Flying Tigers and Tuskegee Airmen team up in Justin Watson’s “Red Tailed Tigers.”

Bottom line: Whether you like your aviation fiction to “make kills” or “make history,” there’s something for you in Violent Blue Yonder. As the first of three Arc of Ares anthologies, this book sets the alternate history tone in a way that would amuse the Greek war god himself. So grab a helmet and map case, as these twelve tales are about to take you on sorties you won’t forget!

FROM WILLIAM LEHMAN: HARVEST OF EVIL: Book one of the John Fisher Chronicles

For John Fisher, it’s just another day at the office. But his “office” is a black Dodge Durango, rolling through the wild heart of the nation’s federal lands. Legends aren’t myths here; they’re reality. Creatures of shadow and blood, granted their place in the world after the Civil Rights Movement.

The law’s clear: magic is legal… until it’s used against the land, the people, or the rules of the natural order. Then, it’s his job to bring them in.

John’s not just any cop. He’s got the skills of a SEAL, the instincts of a predator, and a network deep inside the supernatural world. Werewolf, vampire, sorcerer – it doesn’t matter. No matter what you are, when you break the rules, he’s coming for you.

FROM RACONTEUR ANTHOLOGIES: Fission Chips: Space Cowboys 6 (Raconteur Press Anthologies Book 42)

The story lines in this anthology run the gamut, from planetside, to open space, to Mars and beyond:

An old cowboy and his dog teach the new kid how to handle rustlers. Cowboys defend their ranch and others against predators and thieves. Good guys and gals vs. the bad guys while they learn about horses. ‘Ranching’ creatures come among the asteroids, lousy neighbors, and rustlers. Frontier sheriffs step up and solve a crime before things go badly for everyone in town. ‘Rodeo’ takes on a whole new meaning with LBJ in an alternate history. Learning occurs on a cattle drive, with a surprise ending. With rustlers in space, technology is in play, with the equivalent of Rangers. A cowboy and his girl take on train robbers to save the passengers. An old cowboy comes out of retirement for one more cattle drive on Mars.
(from the introduction by J.L. Curtis)

FROM HOLLY CHISM: Gods and Monsters (Modern Gods Book 4

Here there be dragons…again, damn it.

Deshayna has her sanity back, and forces older than the gods have granted her a new purpose. Chronos, his freedom restored, fights for his sanity, and with it, a purpose in helping Deshayna—now called Shay—with hers. The gods are starting to pull together more…and it’s about time.

Millennia after the last dragons to threaten human existence have been hunted down, they’ve started to reappear, hinting to the surviving gods that something more sinister appeared first: Tiamat.

Instead of a confrontation, though, the gods—major, minor, and genus loci—are drawn into a frustrating hunt for a predator that flees rather than attempting to strike.

FROM LEIGH KIMMEL: The Other Side of Midnight

Life has been a nightmare for Mitya ever since he was arrested on trumped-up charges and exiled to Siberia. But this labor camp in the far north of Magadan Oblast hides a secret far more terrible than the merely human evils of the Great Terror. For the universe we know is not the only one, and there are places where it interpenetrates with universes where the laws of nature as we know them do not operate, where humanity has no place. Worlds inhabited by beings ancient and terrible, to whom humanity are slaves, playthings, food.

FROM KAREN MYERS: The Chained Adept: A Lost Wizard’s Tale

MEET A POWERFUL WIZARD WITH UNANSWERED QUESTIONS–AND AN UNBREAKABLE CHAIN AROUND HER NECK.

Have you ever wondered how you might rise to a dangerous situation and become the hero that was needed?

The wizard Penrys has barely gained her footing in the country where she was found three years ago, chained around the neck and wiped of all knowledge. And now, an ill-planned experiment has sent her a quarter of the way around her world.

One magic working has called to another and landed Penrys in the middle of an ugly war between neighboring countries, half a world away.

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: Rod

2025: A Moment Of Opportunity In Space by Jeff Greason

(Originally posted here: https://twitter.com/JeffGreason/status/1860439949100896479?mx=2)

Since 1969, a ritual of American politics is the re-examination of American space policy with each change in the presidency. A panel, commission, or task group gives recommendations. New initiatives are announced—to be mostly forgotten. The focus often shifts from the Moon to Mars or vice versa. Very little of this results in lasting change. While it is often said that “personnel is policy,” and certainly, leadership (or its lack) matters enormously, changes to the structure of policy matter more. The structure of the bureaucracies that carry out space policy in the U.S. and the incentives with which they operate matter immensely.

We are now at a moment of tremendous opportunity in space. Years of wise policy, combined with good fortune and the ability of U.S. business leaders to raise the capital needed for private ventures, have placed the U.S. back in a leadership position. SpaceX dominates world launch markets, and competitors are rising to chase after them. This superior position will not last if the US makes unwise policy choices—as Heinlein wrote: “The laws of physics work as well for others as they do for us.”

Goals should drive policy choices, so what are our goals in space? We want the U.S. commercial space industry to continue to lead the world. We want it to provide the industrial base for our defense needs in space. We want to lead the setting of norms of international behavior in space—rules-based international order with relationships between nations that create mutual benefits. We want the U.S. to lead discoveries of natural resources and phenomena in space, and put them to economic use. We want U.S. citizens and U.S. companies to pioneer the space frontier, free to innovate, risk, and thrive—and free to fail when risks exceed our grasp.

Achieving these goals requires us to foster the development of markets for new commercial space ventures, remove regulatory barriers that slow the pace of development of U.S. space-related businesses, provide a predictable and supportive legal and regulatory framework, and enable the U.S. Space Force to ensure the freedom of navigation in space and protect our space assets.

Lasting solutions require more than wise administrators; we need wise policy that survives even in their absence.

Five executive orders

First, I recommend moving the Office of Commercial Space Transportation (OCST) out of the FAA. Give OCST back to the Secretary of Transportation, where it belongs by statute. Placed within FAA by an executive order by Clinton, it can be removed from FAA by executive order. Unfortunately, the Part 450 regulation of space launch and reentry was a step backward—the U.S. should return to a more performance-based regulatory structure. After decades in which every launch and launch site license has received a Finding of No Significant Impact (FONSI), we should either seek a categorical exclusion, like we have for aircraft, or change to a “shall issue” structure where the government may deny a license application for cause, but, if it takes no action, the license is approved by default.

The experimental launch permit regime could have been used to cover Starship flights 1-5 with a single approval. If additional regulatory work is needed to revitalize the experimental permit regime, do it. Rather than adding staff to solve licensing backlog and delays, reduce the number of staff hours it takes per application by making greater use of existing authority to allow one application to cover multiple launches.

Second, a core tenet of U.S. space policy since Eisenhower is that space-based reconnaissance is a stabilizing capability, we thrive in open societies without secrecy , and taking pictures of the Earth is not a hostile act. As such, eliminate all licensing requirements for space-based imagery. No one should have to ask NOAA for permission to take pictures. If the commercial satellite imaging capabilities become as good or better than those of government satellites, we maintain access to the best imaging systems in the world. An executive order could direct NOAA to immediately approve all applications for Earth observation licensing, regardless of how good the imagery might be. Then, change the legislation so the requirement for licensing cannot be easily reinstated by a future administration.

Third, the U.S. space industry labors under tremendous disadvantages due to ITAR. The “technical assistance” category for ITAR control requires government review and approval for something as simple as describing a product on a website. Eliminate this category completely to restore freedom of speech to U.S. citizens—speaking about space capabilities is not a criminal act and attempts to make it so are unconstitutional. Note: This has nothing to do with keeping government secrets, which are governed by secrecy agreements, clearances, and the like. Instead, if companies want to talk about their products, or engineers in private industry want to talk about their work, let them. This is necessary to ensure the U.S. maintains a culture of technical leadership and finds markets for made-in-the-USA products. At a minimum, some kind of financial relationship needs to be in place before the U.S. government can claim speech constitutes “technical assistance.” An executive order could immediately redefine technical assistance to ensure the regulations do not infringe on free speech. Then, change the legislation.

Fourth, the FCC has expanded its own authority, making licenses for radio transmitters contingent on compliance with additional conditions imposed by the FCC that have nothing to do with managing the radio spectrum. The FCC’s domain should be to manage radio spectrum, not space debris or other aspects of what US commercial companies do in space. An executive order could eliminate this overreach immediately. And since the Supreme Court ended Chevron deference to such things, these rules are unlikely to return without congressional authorization.

Fifth, U.S. obligations under the Outer Space Treaty call for us to provide “authorization and continuing supervision” of our commercial space activities. Within the space industry, there is reasonable consensus that the Department of Commerce should take on this role, because a regulatory regime is not warranted yet. Instead, we need a mechanism for deconflicting potentially interfering uses. The Biden administration encouraged consultation among many agencies with none empowered to say “Yes.”

Pending legislation, an executive order could designate the Department of Commerce as the responsible agency for in-space commercial activities, just as Reagan made the Department of Transportation the responsible agency for commercial launch before the Commercial Space Launch Act codified it. Such an order must make clear that no permission is required from the government. Instead, the DoC would maintain a registry and check to confirm that a proposed activity doesn’t conflict with other registered activities or treaty compliance, such as no weapons of mass destruction. In the absence of a conflict, the activity is registered. When reviewing launch licenses, the Secretary of Transportation can check that the activity has been registered with DoC– that’s all that is needed. “Continuing supervision” can be maintained by requiring parties to update their registry when they change the nature of an activity. This process would create clarity for the space industry and provide the first steps towards a system of recognizing that entities operating on celestial bodies are entitled to do so, can expect to continue to do so, can transfer or sell their operations to others, and that others should not interfere with peaceful space activities.

All these measures have negligible impact on the federal budget.

NASA’s role

Other more challenging aspects in U.S. space policy have to do with NASA and are not free of cost. Since Kennedy’s redirection of NASA to go to the Moon in 1961 and the end of the Saturn V production in 1968-1970, we have struggled as a nation with the questions, “Why does the U.S. need a civilian space agency and what it is for?”

A detailed discussion of the purpose of civilian space agencies would be a much longer article, but in brief, the U.S. established NASA for three main reasons:

· To set the precedent for peaceful uses of space and be a leader so we can set norms of behavior. (In 1958, this was most urgently about creating the precedent that space reconnaissance and overflight of territory in space were peaceful uses.)

· Improve the technology for air and space vehicles to ensure that the U.S. industrial base was the most capable. (This was essentially a continuation, in space, of what the predecessor to NASA, the NACA, had done for aircraft.)

· Learn more about space, what is up there, and how we can benefit from it.

Kennedy repurposed NASA into a mission-conducting agency. NASA would conduct a high-profile, very expensive and complex mission—sending humans to the Moon and back—so as to forestall Soviet claims on the Moon and to ‘win’ the arena of perception of the U.S. as a leader in space.

Now, unfortunately, the mission-conducting elements of NASA for human spaceflight and space science missions consume the bulk of NASA’s budget. The original purpose—maturing technology to support the U.S industrial base—is underfunded. Human missions became ends in themselves, and a constituency in themselves, so that we pay for effort not results. Science missions also became their own constituency, conducted for the benefit of the science community alone—not to mature technology or to learn about the things in space from which we might derive economic benefits.

To forestall any claims by China, we have an urgent need to return humans to the Moon and on to Mars, and to support the peaceful use of space by like-minded nations, signatories to the Artemis Accords. A shift is needed from “pay for effort” to “pay for results.” To improve the performance of air and space vehicles, we need NASA to mature technologies, an activity that conflicts with its mission-conducting efforts. But, NASA’s technology development effort is focused on “technology needed for NASA missions,” and paradoxically, NASA missions are selected on the basis of “what can be done without any new technology.”

Either NASA mission selection and design needs to be subordinated to maturation of space technologies that benefit parties outside of NASA or the maturation of such technologies needs to be assigned to a new entity, funded and chartered for this purpose. If a new entity, note that the U.S. Space Force as well as U.S. industrial partners are likely customers for such technologies and should share in the development of roadmaps that describe the technologies that need maturation.

While it may be a step too far to reform NASA, the rest of these measures are policy changes, have negligible cost, and most can be commenced at once by executive order. The opportunities for accelerating U.S. efforts in space are greater than ever, and I hope the incoming Trump administration will take note of the opportunity.

Energy Budget

So, Sarah, why don’t we have a promo post today?

I meant to do a promo post, I did. I’ve been sitting here for hours, and mostly my big battle has been “stay awake.”

So, what have I done that was so tiring? Nothing much.

But yesterday we had a Hun meetup at the Cosmosphere and dinner at the Carriage Crossing in Yoder, KS. (I don’t announce them here for a reason. It’s too open as it is too open/exposed. If you are on Facebook joining the diner will get into these, though I don’t know when the next one will be. We’d like to do it more often, but–)

Anyway, there were a lot of people — for me, at this point I’m mostly a recluse — and apparently it made me exhausted.

I kept thinking “I need to do this” AND I had a list, but falling back to “Don’t fall asleep.”

I thought I was just being lazy, until I saw myself in the mirror and I’m almost as pale as my white sweater. So, clearly there’s something physical going on.

Probably a combination of still recovering from the big illness (I had an appointment this week and was told if I’m good I’ll have recovered by the end of the year) and introvert exhaustion.

I have a guest post for tomorrow and will try to do the promo post in the afternoon. I’m sorry the schedule is such a mess. This too, hopefully, shall pass.

(PS – Thank you John S. for the chocolate. It arrived fine, and we’re eating it VERY slowly, because each of them is super-special. I’d email back, but I don’t know which of the three John S. is you, so please accept my undying gratitude. Dan’s too, because he’s “helping” me with them. – SAH)

Blood And Soil

I swear on the current endless edit that if I hear one more supposedly smart, normally thinking person talk about our being a nation of “blood and soil” I’m going to go on a rampage.

Now my rampages usually involve a lot of words and explaining to people why they’re out of what passes for their minds, so it might already be too late.

I think part of the problem with this is that we have two camps that are absolutely convinced that the US is “blood and soil”: one is foreigners who have never been here, and have actually not the remotest clue what the US is like, what it looks like and what actually happens here, other than the portraits in our utterly bonkers media; the others are Americans who either have no clue what blood and soil means (I’ve had some explain it to me as having a border and people having died for our territory. Rolls eyes.) OR who don’t realize what profound bullshit “blood and soil” is in ANY modern nation, but PARTICULARLY in the US. Or how dramatically different the US is from every other nation.

So, first let’s speak to the foreigners: you don’t understand the US and won’t unless you move here, and ACCULTURATE at least enough to see what’s around you not through old-country eyes. Put a pin in this, we’ll return to it.

Second, yeah, we are a nation with soil and multiple generations have bled on it. However we are also a nation who pragmatically bought a huge portion of its land, which is not a thing normally done for a blood and soil nation. (Yes, Israel is an exception.) Our best model really is a theocracy: a nation informed by beliefs, which sought and obtained land to be faithful to its beliefs in. Put a pin in that, and we’ll return to it too.

Normally blood-and-soil implies that your ancestors lived there, their bones and blood are mixed with the land. Etc. etc. You are of the land, the land is of you. It also implies — which is what Americans don’t get — that you and your ancestors are part of a genetic, lumpen heritage. That everyone in the country is cousins, so to put it.

This is very rarely true in modern nations. Unless nations are really tribes (and here I don’t know if any of those still exist, because I don’t know enough about Asia and the weirder parts of Africa.) Okay, this is the part Americans born and raised here don’t get:

Nations of unified ancestry are practically non-existent anymore. No, really. Just in Europe, regardless of what the claimed ancestry in, there have been so many continent spanning wars with troop movements, rape, colonization in some form, etc, that there is no “pure” anything nation.

The people here claiming we’re really Anglo-saxon and our heritage of freedom is because of that make me giggle hysterically. Because while there were Anglo Saxons back there, they were already pretty diluted (celts, Romans, heaven knows what, but apparently Iberians — probably Celts) by the time the Norman invaded, and after that… No one shares a nation with another breed for centuries without becoming more or less hybridized. And the answer is always more.

And no, don’t go waving a 23 and me kit in my face. I know what mine says, but what you have to understand is it compares to present day populations and to what people report themselves as. I love making fun of Fauxahontas as much as anyone, and to be fair, her genealogy really seems to be a tissue of lies. BUT her genetic test isn’t proof of anything. Most of you who have Amerindian blood won’t show it on 23 and me, because Amerindians were genetically overwhelmed and tribal leaders don’t encourage members to test, because even they have very little that can be identified as such. Which means almost any Amerindian that shows in a 23 and me test is from South America. (I have…. an irrelevant amount, but more than Warren. I figure great great great great grandad was a traveling man.)

It’s like this: yes, most people lived and died within a few miles of where they were born. In peace time. But this discounts war time, armies, refugees in time of famine. Traveling — forgive me — salesmen (mostly sailors and selling expeditions) who might live and die near where they were born but spread their seed with a high dispersion tip. It ignores traveling mendicants, crusades (yes, Portugal and Spain were once crusade territory and were mostly liberated by Proto- French.) It ignores nobility and their marriages and the fact that while Prima Nocta was made up, men with money and property sleeping around wasn’t.

I’ll let you cast a cursory glance at European history and then come back and tell me, with brass face that Europeans are distinct blood-per-nationality nations.

Now we get to the tricky part, though. The tricky part is that THEY THINK THEY ARE. There is a distinct effort ongoing since about the 14th or 15th century where European nations really pushed on thinking of themselves as breeds (before that the divisions were smaller and more complicated) and spent a lot of capital on propaganda to make their people think of themselves as such. There are books, poems, paintings, etc. etc. ad nauseum extolling the “so and so race” where the “race” is the name of the nation.

And it works, kind of. It works, because it slots into the part of the brain who wants to live in a family band like our hominin ancestors. And the problem here is that it’s exactly what modern day Americans are falling for as well.

Now for the European nations believing they are a “race” (I refuse to tell dad about my 23 and me, because he keeps going on about the Portuguese “race.” Friends of mine, I have more Spanish than Portuguese, and both of them are less than 50% together.) is a survival necessity. They have nothing else to hold them together, but their history, their shared sense of a past and this idea they’re all cousins.

Except– It makes it very hard to assimilate other people. And it is part of the reason the idiots importing the rest of the world by the bucket full are doing stupid ass shit like making movies where there are black nuns in England in the middle ages and they’re unremarkable (people, Portuguese, who were commonish immigrants into Great Britain since…. ever were called “Blackamoors” because my level of tan was “black” and remarkable in Northern Europe. (No, it’s not a contradiction. No nation of Europe is pure anything, but the imports might make the tan level slightly darker, but not enough to count as mediterranean unless it were a full blown invasion, as it arguably is now. Think about it, the English messed around in India forever, but Indians aren’t suddenly blond and blue eyed. That’s not how genetics works.) ) or where there is black nobility in regency England, or… They are trying to create the idea that multi-racial society is normal and claiming otherwise is suppression.

This is as much bullshit as “our country is a race.” And it is for Europe, lethal, destroying bullshit. They are equipped to cope with admixture in very small numbers, until they forget it ever existed. Nothing else. Anything more, and they tear themselves apart. Remove the idea that they’re even supposed to be one thing and they…. well, they die, which most of Europe seems to be trying to do, though people are still fighting back.

Which bring us to America. America has never defined itself as “we are all one thing.” Go and read biographies from the time before the revolution. There were enough Germans that it is arguable whether they’re mostly ‘English’ (under which Irish and Scottish often hid) or ‘German’. But there’s also, because the colonization happened at a time of great turmoil, a lot of French (And a lot more were added at the time of the revolution.) Some Spaniards, and I’m sorry, if you are from New England, a lot of Portuguese. Entire villages of them. Mostly because the Portuguese fight, eat and make Portuguese so that they routinely bust the restraints of their altogether too small allotment of land. (Or used to. These days the colonization seems to go the other way.)

Anglo-Saxons? For the love of little fishes. Not a chance. People who thought they were, while everything else had fallen in? To an extent.

Mostly, ultimately they were a stew of Europe. What made them different is that even in fairly intolerant times, the Founding Fathers, within being men of their time were “tolerant.” There were Jews who fought for independence, and at a time where Catholics were the debil, one signed the declaration of independence.

The nation they created is a culture, a creed, and VERY TOLERANT of appearance discrepancies or religious nutbaggery. (Mostly because we’re all religious nutbags. Even the atheists are very vehement, more so than anywhere else in the world by and large. But we’re all nutbags of a different kind.) One of the things I can’t hope to convey to the family is that I have friends from every national/racial background and worse of every possible religion and some fairly impossible ones. And we don’t fight about it. We might pray for each other in the privacy of our hearts, etc, but mostly we just take people for what they do/are, and don’t hang too much on the differences of religion and color. This despite the left’s push to make us care only about it, mind.

Here’s the thing: faced with an invasion of people, facilitated by the leftist nuts after their color revolution, who care nothing for and do not even understand our culture and our basic national beliefs, people are rebounding by screaming “blood and soil.”

This is wrong. Specifically this is wrong for us. What holds us together is our civic religion, our culture, our ability to be a nation despite all superficial differences.

It might be right for Europe where most nations can claim “Our ancestors lived here, and their bones and blood mixed with the soil. We are the land.” Yeah, sure, it’s not even close to as uniform as they pretend, but it is their SOLE REASON FOR EXISTING AND OCCUPYING A PLACE.

Now, are we just a creed or a nation? We’re both. Our nation is where we can exert our creed in peace. In that we are closest to a theocracy, and might in fact be one, albeit a theocracy without a theos. (We wouldn’t be the first or the last in history.) Our borders matter, our soil matters, because without them we can’t live the way we believe we should. Our culture matters, because diluting it by too-fast import of people not in the least interested in becoming of us will destroy us as a nation.

However what holds us together is not a real, or imagined genetic heritage. Most Americans, knowing or unknowing, are mutts. And we’ve lived here too short a time and have too weird burial practices for us to say we live in the remains of our ancestors, as it were.

Going down that path is just stupid. First of all, even if you go by “must have had ancestors here at the time of independence” if you also say can’t have immigrants in the last three generations, you’re going to exclude everyone but three people, who have 15 fingers a piece and love to play the banjo. I mean, my husband and my sons both fail to qualify, despite qualifying for the daughters of the American Revolution scholarships.

If you try to kick 99% — or let’s be generous and a little crazy and say 80% — of the population out of “America” you’re the one who will end up stomped and ignored. So, on the practical level this is crazy.

But let’ say you managed it. Are you going to tell me we have a higher Anglo-Saxon component than England? Some guarantee of liberty-in-the-blood.

The sad news I have to give you is that there is no genetic inheritance of liberty. Liberty is not natural to humans in a state of nature, and we must struggle for it every step of the way.

The good news is if you don’t go looking for it in the blood and soil, you are allowed to say “Our nationality is the culture, so fit in or fuck off.”

Which is also a good counter to the idiots who claim opposition to invasion is “racism.” No race, all culture. Changing cultures is difficult, mind, but it is not impossible, and it should be the basic demand on any immigrant.

Don’t accommodate their language, their quaint customs, their…. Sure, take what you like (food, mostly. Some clothing) but don’t take the rest, and don’t encourage them to keep it. They want to be of us, they have to become American. I’m here to tell you it’s possible, if not painless.

The really good news is that America, as it is, is the only possible model for out-of-Earth colonization.

Yes, I know, science fiction is full of “nation planets” but that’s not how it will work out. Due to the cost and the need for high skills, space colonies will draw from everywhere. Which means a culture like America which believes specific things, but is able to tolerate differences in color, creed and other such discrepancies is the best possible model for a culture that will conquer the stars.

Don’t fall back into Europe. They have nothing we want. Our home has always been in the future, and we’re going there.

Mr. Musk, Tear Down This Wall

I want to point out my title is unfair for two reasons: unlike the communists who separated East and West Germany so they wouldn’t lose their (literally) captive population to the free side, Mr. Musk didn’t put up this wall, nor is he the inheritor of those who did. Second it’s not necessarily his to tear down, but we know he has the ear of president Trump and who knows? it just might work.

We’ve been watching in horror as Britain and Germany tumble deeper and deeper into censorship and various forms of totalitarian nonsense. (The British confiscation of guns, knives, screw drivers and anything else capable of taking human life — we wait with bated breath for their confiscation of broomsticks, chairs and frozen legs of lamb — is part and parcel of this nonsense.) And we haven’t heard about the rest of Europe simply because we pay less attention to them. The things I heard people in Portugal think was wonderful being mandated by the EU would chill your blood. They chilled mine.

But, oh, they are independent and sovereign countries, and we can’t do anything about that, right?

Well, screw that. The US is the closest thing to a theocracy as you can get for a country that insists you should be able to worship whomever we want and almost demands its citizens have a religion. (Not really, but the whole thing works better when we do.)

BUT we are founded on our CIVIC RELIGION. We believe that the bill of rights are rights given to us by G-d (or derive from our G-d given rights to life liberty and the pursuit of happiness.) We believe it is the duty of governments (All governments) to secure them. So why are we letting them get away with this nonsense of violating the G-d given rights of their citizens?

But Sarah, you say, what do you suggest we do? Invade them and impose our law from above?

No, though if we hadn’t had a practitioner of ANTI-American arts in the White House at the end of World War II more might have been done to encourage them to adopt our bill of rights as part of their constitution.

However we don’t need to do that. One of the items I linked at instapundit last night was about Germany trying to recruit troops they can’t afford to defend themselves about Russia. All of Europe is like that, eaten up with fear of the men of the steppes.

I think it is mental, because Russia has revealed itself to be a toothless dog, and I suspect always was, just using its information control to disguise it during the time it was pretending to be the Soviet Union.

But they’re scared. Terrified. So are a lot of people here, to be fair. I don’t get it, but I’m missing a lot of normal human reactions, and maybe this is a subconscious attavistic fear of the region that has spun up wave after wave of invaders. And heaven knows that Russians themselves believe they should conquer and rule the rest of the world. (Can we lay the new Rome nonsense to rest already?)

Anyway, the point is that of course Trump isn’t going to completely withdraw protection from Europe. It is also the point that for the last several decades American boys have stood on foreign land, ready to bleed and die to protect that land from the Russians and other unfree people.

… but why should we if Europe themselves are a population of slaves whose governments have placed themselves outside the bounds of legitimacy by denying, instead of promoting and facilitating the G-d given rights of their citizens?

Mr. Musk, please whisper in President Trump’s ear that he make it a condition to stay under the umbrella of American protection — an umbrella for which we’ve spent treasure and time, and lives, and bled and sweated — that the EU adopt the bill of rights and make it operative in every country in its jurisdiction. Then make the UK adopt it too: at frozen leg of lamb point if needed.

But Sarah, you’ll say, that means the Germans will have to drop their prohibitions on disseminating Nazi propaganda!

Yes, it sure does. Look, whose idea was it to make it forbidden anyway? I’ll note the Germans have a lot more serious Neo-nazis than we ever will, because they forbid talking about it openly.

Stupid murderous ideas should be openly discussed and PARTICULARLY mocked and ridiculed. In the US communism has become more attractive to the extent that, due to the speech controls, real or implied, in college campuses people were afraid to tell the practitioners of the idiocy how stupid it was. (I will not take a side excursion into what we should do about our colleges. Let that come later.)

Let the Nazis preach Nazi nonsense. And let free people point out their stupidity and, particularly, laugh and point and make duck noises. (No collection of stupidity such as Nazism or communism for that matter can stand the duck noises.)

LET EUROPE BE FREE. Really free. Let the European people talk and defend themselves from each other sure, but particularly from overarching, overbearing government.

No darkness of totalitarianism can stand the force of the first two amendments, let alone the others.

Tell the tyrants of Europe: “If you want our protection, let your people go. If not, well, you’re on your own and we wish you well. We’re even willing to send you shipments of frozen legs of lamb.”

Mr. Musk, Mr. Trump: Tear down that wall. You didn’t build it, but it is in your hands to wreck it. And it is time.

If freedom isn’t the answer, the question is probably stupid. The bill of rights will stop all the stupid social engineering Europe has been trying to do since WWI including the misguided, counterproductive globalism and internationalism.

It’s time to stop it. They want to be safe? Make them swallow the medicine of freedom.

Make them let their peoples go.

Taking a Day Off

Sorry guys, still getting over whatever the thing I came down with was, and for reasons having to do with a story driving me nuts, I’ve barely been sleeping. Writing, including the blog have been difficult, and I’m in the middle of a very complex edit on the longest book I’ve ever written that is an actual book. (We won’t talk about the doorstop I wrote in 1993.)

Anyway, I simply don’t feel able to actually write a post.

So…. I’m going to give you a lot of very strange pictures, and I’ll be back tomorrow… (Oh, and if any of you wants any of the images, just take them.)