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Lying To The Young, a blast from the past from 5/1/2015

One of the really interesting things about cleaning up the rest of the other house, to move, is that we’re hitting exactly the sort of things we’d even forgotten had happened/existed.

For instance, we opened a box last packed away in 1990, when we moved from our very first house together.  It would have been exciting if it hadn’t been packed by movers, who don’t seem to have the ability to distinguish between trash and office stuff.  So, we had Dan’s business cards hoard, now with a lot of names and addresses either no longer in the business or no longer at that address/number; we had some sketch pads with funny drawings which back then was his way of dragging me away from writing.  You know exactly what.  We were 27.  There were pictures of cartoon guys with googly eyes and “here’s looking at you kid,” etc.  There were also sheets of paper that from their crumpled look the movers rescued from the trash can.  You know what I meant.  Crumple marks on an old shopping list.

There is a certain factor of “Wow, really” to this, at least when you realize not only have you any idea what the party was you were hosting, but also when the number of apples and cucumbers required must have meant some sort of salad I no longer remember making or having a recipe for.

It is a reminder of both the permanence of who you are and the transience of many things that seem incredibly important at the time.

Take those business cards.  If we’d found them 15 years ago, we’d never have shrugged and shaken the whole mess into the trash bag.  We wouldn’t have done it because, even though we probably would never have contacted any of those people anyway (note we never felt the need to ransack the house for still-unopened boxes) we’d have had the feeling that it might “be important.”

Weirder still is finding evidences of me in that creature I don’t remember.  Like endless miles of rejections, that mean I must have submitted a lot of stories, but I can’t remember any of those titles, and the stories I DO remember I’d rather I didn’t.  (There’s miles and miles — and MILES — of twerpitude on the way to becoming who we are as the late Pterry (pbuh) said.  What he didn’t say is that who we are is marginally less twerpy and our future selves, still a little less twerpy, will laugh at us.)

But then there are other surprise discoveries that have more meaning for both our society and us.

We found older son’s grade reports from sixth grade, for instance.  And I blinked at the grades.

For background, both our kids are brilliant, which in this case is defined as “sharper than old mom” or to quote PTerry (pbuh) again “So sharp they cut themselves.”  This means they have a ton of idiosyncrasies and that if I’d known what was really going on in elementary/middle school, AND if I’d known I could homeschool (listen bud, I was afraid of missing something essential.  My formation has HOLES) I’d have taken them out in a New York minute, or even a Colorado one.

But one of their idiosyncrasies is that, being very similar, they like to play opposites.  What I mean is, though their basic makeup is close to the same and though they are (like my brother and me) when not in contact likely to be reading the same book at the same time, or playing the same game for the same reason, when they are together they view it as their sworn duty to not be alike.  So, since older son was a straight A student (or close enough) who gave himself an ulcer in high school worrying about grades, younger son studies for what interests him and lets the rest go hang, which makes him an A/D student or an A/F student on rare occasions.  (Mind you almost everything in college at least interests him minimally, so last time I looked he maintained a B average, but he gave me white hairs getting him through K-12.)

So as I looked at the report card I thought “2nd son” but the name was #1 son, and I thought “#1 sonnever had an F in math” and “This must be a strange mistake.”

But I remembered, vaguely, being very worried about #1 son all through sixth grade, until we moved and changed schools and put him in an advanced program which was not that great in retrospect but which, at least, graded him on what he’d learned and his homework and tests.

Because you see my husband found the sheet explaining that grade.  I.e. the sheet with the checks and points for various things during the semester.

I’m fairly sure I never saw that sheet, though I can’t swear.  It might have been at the back of our desire to move which was so intense we picked a house totally unsuited to us by the method of “it’s in another district” and “We can afford it.”  (There were other reasons, like that someone in the neighborhood was killing cats, and we didn’t know who.)  Also, this was the year coming off Dan being unemployed and while he still was suffering from undiagnosed sleep apnea, which meant I was suffering from undiagnosed being kept awake (more than health issues were already doing) by apneaing husband, so heaven knows what I saw or what I made of it. The entire year is a fog.  Which is good as it kept the berserker from descending on the school to create the sort of scene where the police say “the bodies haven’t been found yet.”

Because that check list leading to an F in math read as follows: Items, three, tests, with perfect scores.  Item, “bring in x boxes of kleenex” with zero.  Item, bring in three lightbulbs, with zero.  Item bring in folders of appropriate size and 24 highlighter markers, zero.  Item inspection of locker showing it messy, zero.  Item, failed to organize his notes and use the appropriate colors to take them, zero.  Etc. etc.

Now younger son often managed to have cs in classes where he aced the tests due to an allergy to homework.  As the woman who grew from the kid who wrote her homework in the two seconds before class, whose stories of how her homework had disappeared (it was aliens.  A UFO, I swear. They paralyzed me with their rays and took my long division homework) became preparation for her current career and who, up to her Junior year in college, was known to read essays from a blank sheet, I couldn’t really come down like a ton of bricks on THAT.

But this wasn’t even homework.  It seemed a deranged combination of trying to stock up the school (okay, it’s a small village and I imagine they have trouble, but still, giving grades for it, and for that matter asking the kids for it isn’t cool) and trying to enforce blind compliance.

There were mitigating circumstances, too, that adults could have told the teacher about, but son couldn’t or wouldn’t.  First of all BOTH our kids have a marked aversion to spending our money.  Not their own, that they’ve earned, but ours.  And back then the money was all ours, or at least son couldn’t drive to the store and buy Kleenex from the money he’d earned helping my friends with gardening projects.  And we were broke.  Dead, flat broke, as we’ve only come close to being since.  Dan had lost his job in the middle of a tech flight from town, and we were scrambling and not sure when he’d find work again.  Now we didn’t discuss this with the kid, but kids know.  So he never even mentioned the shopping list to us, much less take the stuff in.  And btw, since this was the ONLY time (and only because we REALLY were at the end of our rope) our kids have been on free-lunch program (Yes, I know I disapprove of those, but you know what?  Part of the reason we were in the pinch we were in was the massive amount taken from Dan’s severance check.  So it’s not like we weren’t paying into the maw of the government, not-by-choice.  And it’s not like if we hadn’t used it it would have been returned to the tax payer.  It would have been spent in ever more creative ways.  It was, in fact, as the school (the shopping list notwithstanding) had a surplusage they spent on showy but useless equipment.  And when the school more or less forced us into it, we thought that if we didn’t have money to eat, we wanted to make sure the kids did) the teacher could/should easily have known that and SHOULD have understood not only that we couldn’t afford a lot of those items to stock her in-class cupboard, but that it was insensitive and crass to ask the kids to bring this stuff in with no regard for parental circumstances at the time.  (And these are the people who preach sensitivity.)  I’m going to guess if son had abased himself before the class and told them we were broke she’d have excused him.  Only, of course, he’d rather take the F and I can’t blame him, since I remember Middle School vividly.

Then there was the blind compliance of “dot this with this particular color” and “take notes in the approved manner.”

When we showed the list to Son he said “I was near suicidal that year.  Because my mind doesn’t work like other kids’ I guess.  I just couldn’t see where that stuff mattered.  I mean, in college whether you take notes or rely on aural memory no one cares, as long as you KNOW the material, but it seemed in sixth grade knowing the material counted for nothing, and it was all how well I did these pointless tasks.”

This probably wouldn’t disturb me as much if I hadn’t gone through this, in spades, with younger son four years later and if school administrators hadn’t told me that the purpose of middle school is not to teach the kids anything so much as is teaching them “the process.”  And the process as described by these bright souls seems to consist of “Ve hav ways und means to make you OBEY.”  Seriously, with younger son, too the emphasis was on “You will dot all the is and cross all the ts in the color designated!”

Perhaps it’s just my kids (heaven knows where they picked it up, but they have slight problems with arbitrary, shouty authority) or maybe it is why all our friends’ BOYS (not the girls, not even in cases where we saw no difference in IQ between the kids) hit the wall in middle school and started lagging behind their sisters.  Girls (present typist and a lot of readers very much excepted) tend to be more compliant with group mores and authority.

This girl, of course, faced with that course of “study” would not only also have had Fs but would probably have thrown shoes at the teacher’s head and got expelled.  Fortunately her kids turned out calmer.

Anyway, the whole idea that middle-school is supposed to enforce blind compliance and that’s what they’re actually grading on (or was when my kids were involved) makes my gorge rise.  It might be a very good way to raise machine-operators, but it sucks when raising free-thinking citizens in whom (we the people) the power and the legitimacy of the state is supposed to rest.

If I had my time again those kids would never have seen the inside of a classroom till I put them in the dual high school/college program Younger attended, in 10th and 11th grade.  (And for those in the area, Coronado Highschool.  Yes, they’re a magnet school and take kids even from out of district, though it’s a little harder.  And unless it’s changed all out of recognition in the last 3 years, highly recommended.)  Because colleges still prefer standard high school grades to portfolios.

But it’s past, and it’s past by a long time, and it was just a memory of gritting my teeth and a surge of annoyance at the items on that check list.

However, those of you with kids in school — check what they’re actually being graded on.  Then ask yourself if that’s why you sent them to school and if that’s the formation you want them to have.  Then see if there’s anything you can do, including but not limited to “teaching them at home after school.”

And cut our fellow citizens some slack.  They are the product of this system.  They’ll need to go through conditioning as well as twerpitude before they come out on the other side as free men and women.

And yet, I have faith a number of them will.  Reality tends to beat this sort of programing.

Just don’t pile on with the school and assume the teachers are always right.  This is not the school you went through (or at least I hope not.)  And what your kids are failing on might be things that would hurt them in life and work should they learn them.

With stuff on my post on men and boys; with stuff on how bad things are out there; with all of this, the question is: How do you know?

I realized my idea that every woman was the predatory partner in a divorce was mostly (MOSTLY. I’ve heard of a few others, but not that bad) one woman who has divorced either six or seven times. And yeah, she knows how to manipulate the court system and some of what she did was unconscionable. (Note she’s staying anonymous to protect the guilty.) And she has single-handedly shaped my perception of divorce court in the US. And yes, I’ve known of predatory males who got away with stuff too, but less often.

Here’s the thing, though: how do we know? My perception is that the skew is maybe 60% of predatory females. Is it? Or is it that there are a few bad females, and males keep marrying them? Partly because males can get protective aroused off a good sob story. Partly because males prefer the intersection of hot and crazy to the point of making it a joke.

I do know a lot — a lot of conservative/normal/well behaved girls who never found someone, or who found someone really late.

Now, it is irrefutable that most of officialdom right now from the schools on out is prejudiced in favor of women. Anyone who had kids in public school in the last 20 years, knows and a few are even willing to admit it.

But why does anyone assume — as one of the commenters did — that “this is what women wanted! Women created this system” — which is hilarious posted on the blog of a woman speaking up in defense of men and boys and in answer to a female commenter who is a regular here? What sense does that make? The worst “you can’t treat my little girl that way!” when trying to punish a girl or young woman for blatantly BAD behavior is always from men. Sure usually relatives, but men. The worst, most out of touch “being a white male is the easy mode of life” feminists are ALWAYS male.

So where does the idea all females support this come from? Ah, well, it comes from interviews with female actors/directors. From female talking heads. From angry-feminist-politician.

But why in G-d’s green Earth (or out of it) would you thing ALL women are represented by those figures and loud mouths? As well believe every rich person is a thief, every male is a rapist/evil, every white person is racist. Because those are the same images projected from the exact same sources. So, why would you think they are right? Or that most women protect them.

But then, you say, why are these women not “speaking out!” Gestures at blog. Obviously some of us are speaking out.

Why aren’t we in the movies/TV news/interviews, then?

Well, yes. That is the question you should be asking yourself. And the answer would be “Because that’s not the image of women that the officialdom wants to project.” Partly because they think if women think all women are feminists, women will fall into line (they haven’t met some of us, obviously.) And partly because they want men to not trust women.

They also want women not to trust men. Hence the same sources portray every man as the deeply wounded but seriously out of touch man who came here to advocate all women should be beheaded. Because that keeps women away from men. And makes women fall for bullshit like “Should trust men not to rape.” As though most men WOULD automatically rape.

In the same way I’ve heard people ranting about other races. “They want this!” How do you know? No, seriously. How do you know? It wasn’t black people burning and looting for BLM. If you ever encountered any of the Buy Large Mansions crowds in the flesh, you’d see they were mostly white, and frankly mostly young college women, at the age when they still believe the lies TV and their elders tell them. No, not because most women are leftist, but because young women are the most group-influenced creatures in the human race. So, they are, you know, trying to be liked by doing what they’ve been told is approved.

But out news managed to project the idea that the people burning and looting were black so much that even now a lot of people believe that Kyle Rittenhouse killed black men.

So, how do you know most black people support it? More importantly, if they do, how many of them — like the very young women — do it because they too have been lied to? Do you know how many black people in our communities I’ve met who are defensive, until they realize I’m not carrying any kind of racial animus, and in fact I normally don’t actually NOTICE people’s color. (Which the left will tell you is racist. Yes. And you should ask yourself why they tell you this.) In fact, the black people I met who weren’t deeply suspicious until they knew me better are the exception. Because as badly as you’ve been propagandized, they’ve had it a million times worse. And most of what they’ve been lied through is the supposedly public education, sanctioned by our federal government, which teaches them raspers like that the US was founded FOR slavery. Or that only black people were ever enslaved and only by white people. Or– Some of those lies were perpetrated with the best possible intentions, like “to build up their racial image” (though how they thought that worked, is something else, unless you understand they consider there is inherent value in victimhood) but they are still egregious lies, and in the end, they turn one race against the other. And here keep in mind that race in the US is a phantom. Most of the self-identified black people in the US look completely white to my foreign born and educated eyes. It’s literally like looking at the far side cartoon of Penguin bathrooms, with two identical images on the door, and “Only they can tell the difference.” But they’ve been convinced if they have the one drop, everyone who doesn’t hates them or — pass Whoopy Goldberg who is dumber than most boxes of rocks and possibly even dumber than Occasional Cortex — wants to enslave them. Because they were taught there. By our schools. Paid for and supported by our tax dollars. And fed approved teachers, created by our system of accreditation.

But if that weren’t enough, they are now also being fed a completely fantasy version of history, by our entertainment in which black people were always 50% of every population, including in regency England, and there was a system of apartheid like in the old South Africa, and everyone lies about noblemen and QUEENS not being black, because that’s how much we hate black people.

Are they defensive and a little crazy. Sure. But that’s because of what they don’t know but think they do. In the same way that college feminists might approve of the crazy feminist initiatives in our society and institutions but that’s because they think they know things and they don’t. And they were fed that by the establishment.

Mostly we run into this under the guise of “everyone went along with the lockdowns. No one protested.” While that is a confusing issue because as many people on the right as on the left fell for it, a lot of us were protesting to the limits of our ability. And a lot of bigger people than I were protesting, and were silenced, threatened with the loss of professional licensing and worse.

In the same way, when people were saying “People are staying home because they’re getting money from the government” when in fact, if you looked at the money most people got, it wasn’t enough for anyone to stay home in even a pretense of comfort. Mostly the persons I knew who chose not to go back to work were pink collar workers who suddenly realized they would rather be homemakers and look after their own kids and made the appropriate cuts. Or younger people who were forced to move home for the lockdowns, and couldn’t find jobs after. (So many of them.)

Which brings us to the “kids these days.” First there is the notion of the student loans and how many people on the right — almost all commenters but me — go on about how the loans were legal, therefore must be paid, and also how forgiving them benefits “doctors and lawyers.”

There are two huge fallacies in that: we always have punished predatory lenders, nor their victims. And this is the epitome of predatory lenders: someone who loans money for something that everyone tells someone very young and naive they “have to have.” Even though it’s ridiculously expensive, the goods are tainted and the lender is the American government. Also, these young people –kept naive and without jobs by law until the date they get the loan — know –not just are told — that you do in fact have to have a degree, because even fast food places require a BA or BS to let you do anything more than serve burgers.

Second the “doctors and lawyers” is a nice — surely planted — bit of leftist cant and envy mongering. Sure, some doctors and lawyers do very well for themselves. And most doctors and lawyers have huge loans. What you are missing — perhaps — is the ten to twelve years of study before they earn ANYTHING following by five to ten years of practice when they are objectively paid less than minimum wage per hour. Followed by yeah, some years of relatively high wages, but not as high as it used to be. In lawyers’ case because there have been a lot of them graduated. And in doctors’ cases… well, HB1 visas, eh?

But beyond all that, how do you know it’s “doctors and lawyers” benefiting from loan forgiveness? The ones I know, none of Biden’s skivvy forgiveness has even begun to touch. And if you forgave 10k or their loans they wouldn’t even feel it. So, how do you know?

Well, it’s what everyone says, isn’t it? And though you see it mostly on the right, isn’t that whole envy thing a lefty talking point? And where did it first come from?

I bring all this up because recently I came across a “Biden is gaining on Trump on the polls” and the usual right wing barking seals either go “it’s because this was the” (leftist mondo brains. Who even believes in those) “plan all along. Trump can’t win, because Truuuuuuump” and the others are going “Oh, people are that stupid and actually want socialist slavery.”

And no one asks the obvious question “What polls? How structured? And BTW what has Biden done, suddenly to increase his popularity?” Or are these polls being manipulated to hide the theft already in progression?

For years I’ve watched right wing sites change their whole approach on the assumption that elections were clean and people wanted socialism, even though it’s blatantly obvious they weren’t.

And please, let’s not get wildly optimistic about November. As much as Biden stinks on ice, they have not only infinite votes created by crooked machines, but they are now giving illegal invaders papers at the border advising them on how to vote. For Biden, of course.

So here’s the thing, they’re preparing the fraud, and they want you to turn against all your fellow Americans, and think they want the destruction of the country.

And therefore with everything, you must ask yourself “How do you know?”

I don’t remember the statute, but apparently there was something that forbid our agencies propagandizing our own people, and using the same techniques they used to “build democracy” and opinion abroad.

Well, that was completely lifted by Obama, but it was already being not-respected under Clinton.

You are being propagandized. The intent of the propaganda is to turn American against American.

While you’re waiting “All women who want this” and “All men who are all rapists” and all “people who tan they want this” “people who don’t tan, they want to oppress me”, while you’re telling the young they should suffer like you did, while most of them are being squeezed like lemons to the last drop and see no future…

Well, if you’re turning the old against the young, the young against the old, and every possible group against each other…

None of us are turning against the real culprits: the power-pigs who have infiltrated our institutions, who concentrate more and more power into their hands, who bring in foreigners to eat out our substance, who in fact are killing us so they can enrich themselves.

And that’s what they want.

So when you hear that some group is bringing your misery, don’t be a fool. There’s only one group doing that: those (mostly Marxists) in charge of our bureaucracies, supported, aided and abetted by the corrupt educational establishment and covered up by the media.

And even there, remember it’s the ones in charge. Not the poor slob trying to do some good and earn a pay check. Yes, some of those are corrupt, but I know a lot of them, and they’re doing the best they can in a corrupt system and often with their hands tied. (And before you say they shouldn’t take that job, have you looked at what jobs are actually available, now?)

This was brought home to me again by Bill Reader asking how Europe is doing. Are they starting to feel their yoke and rebel? And I had to tell him i don’t know. It’s even worse there, because they don’t have a first amendment and therefore no blogs.

How do we know?

We don’t. And the reason we don’t know is deliberate. You can kind of sort of sometimes see the outline of the truth, by what is selling or isn’t, or through family gossip and a feel for things.

But in general?

Spit out the propaganda. It’s poisonous.

The enemy are those with the boot on your necks. Sure, some of your fellow Americans might have been lied to enough to go along with them. Doesn’t mean you should, also, just to make up the weight. If all the other mammoths jumped off the cliff, would you do it too? What, so you could be butchered at the bottom?

Be not afraid, be not credulous, and be not stupid. The last most of all.

Remember they are lying to you. Don’t let them in your head.

In case you guys wonder why this week the posts have been very late, and I haven’t updated Chapter House or my newsletter in two weeks…. I have an explanation. it’s not an excuse, but it’s an explanation.

One of three explanations is above. Let me give you more of the explanations:

That’s Circe and Indy.

And yet more:

This is muse on the isle, and you KNOW she’s too cute to be in trouble. Or at least, SHE knows.

All together now:

But, you’ll ask, how can these beautiful, loving creatures be the reasons I haven’t been posting on time? Am I just blaming them?

Well, they’re not the only reason. BUT–

Here, let me tell you about my day yesterday, so you can… taste the chaos:

I got up at a normal human time, around 7:30 am. walking downstairs, where we have Six FOOT TALL GATES on he doorways the kittens and cats aren’t supposed to go into, I notice Muse walking around on the other side of the gate.

To explain, on the other side of the gate we have: Plants we don’t want attacked, my sewing room where I don’t want the fabric peed on, and the living room which is a sea of boxes and construction stuff (a lot of it to go to the shed which figures in this story later.) The later is potentially dangerous to the raving idiots, hence the gates.

I run to check if I accidentally left the other gate open. Nope. it’s closed.

Freak out. Dan and I start getting cats out of there, which is hard, because Indy hides very well. Finally get them out and are discussing how they might have got in, when they…. show us.

So the living room and the family room share a fireplace. It’s huge, in the way of mid-century-modern construction, and just open.

Because we haven’t got around to try to find extra large screens you screw on, we have just iron screens blocking it on either side.

They managed to wedge to move the screens aside. So, get the weight lifting weights to put in front of it, so it can’t be slowly wedged way.

Which is when Indy shows us he can jump six feet from the floor to the top of the gate and get in anyway. There ensues a half hour of searching for him. Proving he’s evil, he was lying flat on the rug in the bathroom, in the dark.

Get him out of there. Put a baby gate in the little space above the gate so he can’t just jump in. (He’s still trying.)

Sit down to write yesterday’s blog. Get phone call. Our prescription insurance, sulky about my dressing them down till they covered our prescriptions, has made two inexplicable assumptions: 1) that my health is worse than Dan’s. Specifically that my diabetes (which I tested positive for once, but mostly test pre-diabetic, and which is fully under control with ozempic) is much worse than Dan’s (who is on three meds, eats like a teen girl and is still not under control sugar wise.) AND 2) They can solve it by phone, by putting me in consultation with an RN “because she can advise you on diet and exercise and stuff.” (Duuuude. We were hard core low carb for years, are still technically low carb, and I’m NOT a non-active person. Unless the RN is some kind of magician fixing genetic code and problems of auto-immune (I always gain weight when having a massive auto-immune flare. Doctors tell me this makes sense. It might but it’s unfair. I want to have chocolate cake, if I’m going to gain weight.)

I try to explain that I don’t think telemedicine is going to solve my medical issues when doctors over the years can at best patch them, and get told making the appointment will take me 1 minute.

An hour later….

And then I finally did the blog.

Which is when Dan told me we needed to go move all the moving boxes from the shed to the curb, because someone was coming in less than an hour to pick them up. The explanation on this: We moved ourselves, but we did it over six months, with multiple trips. Which meant we got A LOT OF BOXES. How many boxes? Thousands. Add in the end stage where we were packing things because we couldn’t decide whether to pack them or donate them or throw them away? THOUSANDS. (To illustrate, I recently opened a box that told me it contained glasses for the kitchen. It contained MASSES of wrapping paper and a serving plate. I did this. I can’t blame anyone else. But that is not worth a box. Also, really?)

The problem was that the boxes were taking over our entire shed, so I couldn’t walk in it. Literally. Which means some furniture that needs to be fixed/refinished, was just there, taking up space. With boxes all over.

Took me a while to convince Dan even if we move again (depends on where kids end up and if there are ever grandkids) we probably will have someone move us as we did the times before this last. We only did it ourselves this last time because it was lockdown, and we were trying to do it on a shoe string, because we were house-poor. And then he still, understandably, didn’t want to throw some barely used boxes away.

Anyway, I spent an hour and a half carrying boxes around. And then we found out that the cats had found another route into what Dan is calling “The East Wing” or Forbidden Land. (It’s a grand name, for an area that was obviously an addition to a relatively small house, and consists of living room, Dan’s bill’s office, the guest room/sewing room and a bathroom. Most of it in states of still packed. BUT It makes it sound like we live at Pemberley, so I’ll allow it.)

AND THEN some family stuff happened. Including some administrative stuff that required a decision on my part. By which point it was 10 pm, and I sat down to write a chapter of No Man’s Land, because if I don’t it won’t let me sleep.

Which means I wrote till midnight (and still didn’t finish the chapter because inexplicably (ah) I was scattered and slow.

And then woke up late (9) this morning, with Dan saying “The cats were in the East Wing, and I had to grab Muse with one hand. I might have squeezed her too hard, because she tried to bite me, but she won’t let me near to check her.”

Well, we replaced the screens and put a baby gate inside the fireplace. Finding enclosures that fit this mammoth size… well…. And Muse is fine.

But by that point I didn’t feel up to writing a blog post, and it took a while to do the Mad Genius Club one and then–

So, here we are. See, I told you I had explanations, even if not excuses.

They’re adorable and fuzzy. And I wish they’d stop breaking into the East Wing.

This last week, two articles came to my attention that made me think of how we’re treating males in our society.

One of the articles, and I can’t link it, because it was read to me, is so wrong it’s not even wrong. It would need to come several paces closer to reality to be MERELY wrong. My husband read it to me — he doesn’t have any care for my blood pressure, really — early morning a couple of days ago, and I never asked for the link.

Apparently there is some woman who is known as The Oracle of Wall Street. I protest her name should more properly be The Pythonese of Wall Street. She obviously is inhaling some kind of fumes, and throwing everything she can against the wall, in the hopes it will stick and she’ll be considered wise.

Her latest eructation, apparently, blames men for the lack of marriages, and the lack of marriages for the real estate slump.

Men, you see, are willfully not getting married because they’re in their parents’ basements playing computer games. This pythonese is such an amazing oracle that before this she said they weren’t getting married because they were obsessed with sports betting.

Now, there are a million reasons marriages aren’t happening to the extent they aren’t happening. Actually from where I stand, they are happening but just late, and often too late for children, or the young people never have the minimum security necessary to buy a house and have kids.

And that’s because real estate is not exactly in a slump. It is, if anything, ridiculously overvalued. Not because of any great pressure of population, but because, as in China, real estate is becoming the only SAFE vehicle of investment. This way lie ghost cities, falling apart as they are built, and existing only as notional value.

But there’s more to it, including the fact that we expect both men and women to work their tails off and go into debt to get fairly useless college degrees. And before you guys start the usual right-wing chest beating about doctorates in puppetry and “studies” — and yes, those exist, but that’s not the point of this — and how those degrees are useless… they’re all useless. More or less deliberately rendered so.

There are still good STEM degrees being offered, I hear. But this is like I hear about there still being good public schools, but almost every successful student out of any of our educational establishments practically had to beat the school into giving him/her an education and not just a diploma. And after obtaining the diploma (as well as managing, somehow, an education while getting the diploma) they also had to have a lot of luck, and an amazing amount of persistence to get jobs.

Because jobs, even ones you don’t expect, are mostly being given to people being brought over on work visas, because they can be paid less and also abused like rented mules. Which in turn means anyone who gets hired for a lot of high-requirements job can now be paid low and abused like a rented mule, because the competition can be. Which in turn–

Guys, my generation worked hard. Really hard. Until our forties, Dan sometimes worked 80 hour weeks, and had maybe half a day a week off. Which meant I was trying to break into writing while also coping with two small children, with no backup. Sometimes the whole thing felt like a high-wire act. The two years I had a corporate job in translation were fortunately before the kids, because they expected the same number of hours from me. In fact, part of the reason to leave that job was because we wanted to have children. Also because we were quite literally spending my salary on take out and new clothes — we didn’t have time to wash our clothes.

But the young people today manage to have more invidious work conditions, because on top of that kind of crazy schedule, they’re often contractors with no job security and/or they know they’re stuck at a “low/entry” level, and there is no pathway to advance at all. They see no future. And what they’re being paid, partly because of the over-valuation of real estate, partly because of regulations that make real-estate price insane, is not nearly enough to afford a house.

In fact, rents are crazy enough — partly because of the covidiocy and deferred maintenance — that the young people I know who are lucky enough to have what passes for good jobs in their fields (raging successes, in fact) are most of the time sharing a house with three or four people. Married couples will double up on a two bedroom house smaller than our starter home. Or they’ll share with two singles, one of whom will be sleeping in the living room.

And that’s the people who get married and have jobs, which are by and large already wildly successful and lucky.

I’ve talked about this in this space before, but our friends are much the same type of people we are. They’re strivers, who work very hard. And with a few exceptions (there’s always a permissive parent!) their children are the same type of people. And most of them — even if the boys started having difficulties in middle school. All of them, pretty much — finished college. Sometimes multiple degrees.

But I don’t know a single family who has managed to “launch” all their children. I particularly don’t know any family who has managed to “launch” both boys. (Well, us, I suppose, wobbles and all, but that makes us amazingly lucky, and incredibly grateful.) And keep in mind a lot of these “kids” are now in their forties.

It’s easy to blame the kids and to shake our fists about “kids these days” but it ignores the snarled mess of things that the left (mostly the left, though country club republicans and their addiction to cheap foreign labor don’t help) has made of the labor market and education and which have created REAL “systemic” obstacles to success for people under the age of 45. Those that are succeeding are either incredibly well connected or doing so DESPITE all opposition.

And then there’s the mess the left (and this is ALL the left) has created between men and women. And the weaponizing of society against men. And by men we mean anyone male in this case, starting at about age two or before.

You see, the people attracted to Marxist ideology are of a certain type. And the type is people who like “systems” and simple explanations. And Marxism is as simple as it comes. It posits a dualism to everything. There are good guys and bad guys, there are victims and oppressors. And the way to make the victims rise is to stomp on the oppressors.

The fact that this doesn’t work doesn’t mean it’s not beautifully simple and appeals to a mind that likes simple explanations and dualism.

So, you have… rich people and poor people, and they think — because wealth is a finite thing, that can’t be created, see? — if they take from the rich and give to the poor there is no more oppression and everyone will have “enough”. This delusion gave us 100 million dead, and mass starvation, and the craziness of communism in the 20th century. But for the left that didn’t disprove it. It just meant that they hadn’t got all the oppression out of society, and needed to stomp on more people.

So they identified people who, in their heads, did better, and without looking at any other factors, applied their dualism. We know what they’ve done to races, let alone to political oppression.

But probably their most deranged obsession has been with sex. You see, females had a different type of job (in general. Ignoring the outlier females who always had male jobs, in every era, is one of their bizarre oversights) from males. And in the leftist’s heads, less “glamorous” or “powerful” jobs.

This is also because they’re a bit strange, and don’t — at all — understand soft power. So they saw most rulers/battle leaders/politicians/financiers throughout history were male, and assumed this meant females were powerless. Thereby ignoring the women who raised, supported and often worked in very close association with these men. Except when they claimed some scientist was only successful because of his wife, for …. reasons. But never mind that. They’re nothing if not inconsistent.

Because they ignored soft power — and matriarchs often, in the shadows, controlling an entire clan of successful men (THE single most important thing for a man’s success are the women in his life) or that men and women are different, or that throughout most of history women spent most of their lives pregnant, and therefore for various reasons unable to hold high-stress jobs, or the fact that women in general prefer indoor, people oriented, “safe” jobs, probably due to evolutionary pressures, to be honest, or a million other factors — they decided because men had the more visible, public, and often physically difficult roles, women were being oppressed.

And because women were being oppressed, men must be stomped on so women could rise.

We are now in the third generation of women being berated and browbeaten into not even admitting they want to get married and have children. In my day, already, you were considered stupid for wanting that. Instead they’re told they should want to do STEM work that takes very long and difficult training, and doesn’t leave room for marriage and children. That’s bad enough. And the horrible trauma inflicted on women — my generation already went through this, and some of the generation before — often means they’re very unhappy and resent every male.

But it wasn’t working. In my generation, most of us got married and had children. So, since it wasn’t working, men must — OBVIOUSLY — be stomped on harder, because the only way to rise is to stomp on the “oppressor” don’t you see?

My friend Tom Knighton — a brilliant columnist who deserves much wider dispersal than he’s got so far — wrote a post about this, and the only thing I can say is that he doesn’t go nearly far enough, and he’s a little naively trusting about the whole thing.

He seems to think it’s a matter of girls just naturally being more inclined to academia, but oh, dear Lord, NO.

The entire school system from pre-school on, but more emphatically from middle-school on is designed to favor female achievement and to deter male achievement. It starts with no recess because you know, recess isn’t safe. And with the curtailing of most physical exercise. This hurts males more than females, because more males need to do physical stuff to be able to concentrate and sit still. Call it hypeactive, but it seems to be “just boy.” Now this of course exists on a spectrum, and younger son had much more trouble with this than older son. But even older son benefited from kindergarten teacher who was mother-of-boys and who told him to run around the classroom three times, when he was having trouble concentrating and staying on task.

But it doesn’t end there, oh, no. Already in my day they were pushing group work. Because most girls work better in a group. (I hated it, but I ain’t normal.) And there were a lot of points given for “presentation” again a female strength.

This has been ramped up to insane degrees. Being dutiful and counting buttons prettily now count for a lot more than actually knowing the material. I had a kid about to fail a class because he consistently forgot to turn in homework (He did it, just forgot to turn it in) even while he had straight As in every test. This is ridiculous and not in any sense sane. If you can do the work in a time, watched test, why should you be failed? Yes, sure, learning to complete boring tasks (and most homework is incredibly boring and counterproductive) is needed in the workplace, but so much of it? (Kids routinely had three hours of button counting and coloring the squares different colors, or equally stupid make-work after school.) And should it count for 80% of the grade? Why? Is your goal to teach material and skills, or to create mindless drones?

The point being that I personally knew girls in my boys’ classes, who couldn’t reason, couldn’t cypher, couldn’t write a sentence — anyone remember when my blog was “invaded” by son’s middle school classmates — but who had straight As in everything. I guess they did their homework dutifully, and colored those squares PRETTY colors.

These same girls four years later, and in the same state of smug mental disuse had scholarships for ivy leagues, and stellar resumes. And I’m sure they graduated, and found jobs where they mostly spend their time karening and screaming “discrimination” while someone else does their job.

This is not about my kids. They did well enough by learning outside the school, and by not giving up, and keeping up the striving. BUT others… well.

If you are always wrong, by motive of having a penis, if every history lesson is about how you are an oppressor for reason of having a penis, if anything you do at school will be misjudged and attacked, because you have a penis, if the very structure of the school is designed to make you appear stupid and fail, because you are a perfectly normal male, and if further, even when you succeed you’ll not being given credit or incentives, because the girls must be uplifted (and their mothers will scream bloody murder if they’re not given the lady’s A)… well, you’re going to give up.

I want to emphasize this is bad for the girls/women too. It’s horrible. They will enter STEM degrees with no idea of how ill prepared they are. And then often they won’t be failed, because the college is afraid of failing them. Most are still smart enough to run screaming into social sciences (all those “studies” degrees you love to rail about) but note that they do it convinced they were pushed out of STEM by “prejudice” and “discrimination” instead of being ill-prepared due to discrimination IN THEIR FAVOR. Those who go all the way to the end are often convinced they are discriminated against in their jobs, when they are often run up the ladder to a place they can do no damage. I’m convinced this is 90% of the glass ceiling, the other 10% being that even the competent women do suffer from discrimination, because everyone believes they are like the over-promoted ninnies.

But the boys and men. Oh, the boys and men. Our society is very hard on males. It always was.

The males are expected to succeed DESPITE ALL OBSTACLES. They’re not supposed to suffer from depression and despair. They’re not supposed to show weakness. And they are told from their youngest age that they are privileged, and society is designed for them to succeed.

So when the weight of factors — educational, social, physical — arrayed against them makes them fall, and they can’t get up, they know they, personally, must be defective.

And even the people who are supposed to be on the right, and understand that society has been broken by the leftists, will rage at boys and call them lazy, and say they play too many video games, and look what a disgrace they are. Why, when you were their age, you walked ten miles in snow, both ways, even in summer, thumping your chest all the way, and you had girls falling on your from above begging you to take them to your cave! If only these slackers applied themselves! If they had a little more gumption!

Stop kicking the boys and men. Stop piling on them. The left does it enough.

Walk a mile in their cement shoes.

The miracle is not that a good portion — probably 40%– of young men have given up, and are staying hidden and playing escapist games. The miracle is that more of them haven’t taken weapons and started making people pay. And for that we should be grateful.

Now we can’t fix the system itself. The system is a mess. But the system is made of individuals, and you are an individual.

Even if you don’t have kids, you probably know boys or young men. Figure out how to reach them. Most of all, enter into their interests. Make sure they know it’s not their fault. it’s the fault of crazy bureaucrats and theorists.

Women aren’t failing because of them, and the world is not designed to favor men. On the contrary. Everyone is failing, because the institutions are insane.

It’s not their fault. They’ve done nothing wrong. Telling them so, will be novel enough, in most cases, to capture their attention, to be fair.

And then figure out how to help. Teach, mentor, come up with some opportunity you can offer. Not handouts, but hands up.

Give boys and men a chance. A lot of them will fail. But if one in ten succeed, we’ll have managed something. We might have managed to salvage enough of the mess.

Don’t rail against the future. Go and build it.

You might only do a little, but you are not alone.

Be not afraid. Go work.

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FROM PAM UPHOFF: Out of Contact

Radmir Gagarin is not an Exec, he just does the job of one. Working for the richest man in the Alliance, Lord Diomid Devi, is not easy, even though he’s retired. And it gets a lot harder when the Plague strikes the World Lord Diomid purchased as his personal retirement home. And then the invasion . . .

As the Three Part Alliance crumbles, it’s every world for itself, and even a man so rich he can buy an entire parallel Earth to retire on, can find himself in a lot of trouble!

FROM HELENA D’ARGENTO: Monster

Don’t really know what I’m writing this for. Maybe for you. Maybe for him. Or maybe just cause I don’t want it resting on my soul alone. God knows I’ll never forget it. Don’t seem so good at forgetting things. And I don’t reckon I’m a bad man, not really, but I’m not a good man neither. Wickedness and vengefulness come easy to me. And I’ve done these things for what I saw as good, but I was happy to do them, I enjoyed every bloody second.

Giorgio Mezzanotte has never led a normal life; from childhood, he has possessed peculiar skills, but he cannot explain why. He has lived a life on the outskirts of society, but when he finds himself falling in love, he is forced to confront the present in an effort to understand the past.

Monster is the story of men: of lovers and fighters, of poets and politics, of psychological warfare, sin, and seduction. Set in a world much like our own, it casts a different light upon an election which changed our perspective and pursues justice for those wronged in the creation and maintenance of the systems which rule us.

FROM DOUG IRVIN: A Spaceship For Joe

Joe has a problem. It’s summer vacation, and all his friends are unavailable. One moved away, another is
sick and the others are all gone for some reason or another.
In desperation Joe looks for his uncle, who makes a suggestion that he build himself a fort, and even
volunteers the space and materials for it.
But Joe has other ideas. He doesn’t want a simple fort; he wants a spaceship!
There’s just one problem with that. He built it too convincingly ….

FROM LEIGH KIMMEL: She Dreams Day and Night

Nancy White they called her, a good, solid name for a troubled girl. But she knew her father had called her by another name, before he disappeared through the gate into another world of strange stars and stranger moons. No matter how hard the staff of Hildred House try to force her to forget, she remembers. And longs to reopen the gate, to rejoin her father on that alien shore where cloud-waves break.

FROM HOLLY CHISM: Faerie Gifts

A collection of short stories about the intersection between over- and under-hill, between human and faerie.

FROM NATHAN BRINDLE: AI Is Love

The Japanese word Ai (愛) means “love”. The English acronym AI means “artificial intelligence.” But they both use the same two Roman alphabet letters…and the author loves making puns.

Thus, AI 愛 is Love is a collection of 65 images made using Artificial Intelligence tools and methods. Each image is the author’s loving re-imagination of his wife at various stages of her life, using old photographs and digital models and post-processing software, not to mention plain old-fashioned skull sweat coming up with prompts to feed the MidJourney AI in the first place. While the author cautions his readers that his wife actually doesn’t look entirely like the lovely ladies depicted (mostly because they all have long straight or wavy hair), he does wish to make clear that all of his love for his beautiful lady wife has been poured into the present book, which he humbly recommends for your consideration.

FROM BLAKE SMITH: Hartington Abroad

Jeriah Hartington is far from home. Born into a wealthy family, he is now reduced to poverty. In desperation, he signs on to a ship headed for the planet XKF-36. Their mission? To search for colonists who’ve been lost nearly as long as Jeriah has been alive.

Jeriah fully anticipates an adventure as they travel into the unknown wilderness. He never expected to find living people, eager to tell the tale of their sufferings. But their hair-raising account could be the downfall of everyone on the planet, even their rescuers. For a villain lurks within the ship’s crew, and no one can say who he might be.

FROM CELIA HAYES: That Fateful Lightning: A Novel of the Civil War

There wasn’t much of an outlet for an ordinary American woman with ambitions in the 184os; marriage and family was as good as it got back then, for most women … But Minnie Vining wasn’t an ordinary woman. A spinster in her forties, of a respected old Boston family, possessing an independent income and an education worthy of any man among her peers. Minnie took up a noble cause – campaigning for the abolition of slavery. The matter of slavery roiled political and social life in the United States for more than thirty years, splitting apart families, friends, comrades … and eventually the nation. And when the war began in earnest, Minnie followed her heart and her calling … as a nurse, tending to sick and wounded soldiers … but at what personal cost?

FROM CAROLINE FURLONG: Contact: Angeles

While removing a prototype sensor from the prow of her new Alliance battleship, the Ausa, Captain Elizabeth Goodwin and her crew encounter a setback when one of the engineers sent to remove and stow the device is injured in an accident. Before the other engineer can help the man, the two are surrounded by amoeboid creatures which seem immune to the effects of vacuum.

Thought to be hallucinations experienced by early spacers who had been alone in deep space too long, these creatures – known as “angel fish” – startle the crew by their sudden appearance. Despite her misgivings, Goodwin allows three of the aliens to be taken aboard for study. But less than an hour after the aliens have been brought on the ship, one of Goodwin’s men is killed and another is seriously wounded.

Her search for both the murderer and the escaped “angels” soon leads to a disturbing revelation. Eventually, Goodwin must decide which threat is greater: an old enemy of the Alliance, or the fabled “angels” encountered by the first explorers from Terra.

Vignettes by Luke, Mary Catelli and ‘Nother Mike.

So what’s a vignette? You might know them as flash fiction, or even just sketches. We will provide a prompt each Sunday that you can use directly (including it in your work) or just as an inspiration. You, in turn, will write about 50 words (yes, we are going for short shorts! Not even a Drabble 100 words, just half that!). Then post it! For an additional challenge, you can aim to make it exactly 50 words, if you like.

We recommend that if you have an original vignette, you post that as a new reply. If you are commenting on someone’s vignette, then post that as a reply to the vignette. Comments — this is writing practice, so comments should be aimed at helping someone be a better writer, not at crushing them. And since these are likely to be drafts, don’t jump up and down too hard on typos and grammar.

If you have questions, feel free to ask.

Your writing prompt this week is: CONDEMNED

It is an accepted truism that we’re going to hell in a handbasket. The “We” varies, but if you consider it “the US” or “The West” or “Human civilization” it still applies.

Now part of the reason it applies, of course, is that the world has been going to hell in a handbasket since there’s been a world, and if there were writings left by trilobites, they’d be screaming at kids these days who wear their skeleton on the inside, and what will become of the world in their tentacles?

So, some of the perceived flames and speed of the handbasket are always — and always will be — that things are changing in a way that we who are older don’t like and can’t fully process.

And while there are identifiable problems, which I write about here on the regular, it’s important to keep in mind that a lot of our dissatisfaction with the world, the younger generation, the way things are happening is just that every human has a set image of the “ideal” world, explicit or implicit in our subconscious, and that a lot of it will be based on what we internalized as a good thing as kids. So, with longer lives and the acceleration of technological change, we’re all feeling more and more like everything is going wrong and bad and evil.

Not all of it is an illusion, of course. Partly because of technological change, and because suppressed voices are finally being heard in the culture, we are aware of how far away we’ve fallen from the Constitution — and that’s important — but also that right now most of our institutions, including the formal institutions of our country, are being used against us by a cultural group (they’re not even a cabal) who hates us and our system and wants to destroy us.

And this is actually going on worldwide, because leftism could only keep up the illusion of working when it had complete control of information dissemination. And it has been losing that control since the fax and the typewriter, but it accelerated with the internet and blogs.

Their reactionary — in the proper sense — and counter-revolutionary — again in the proper sense — efforts to keep control are making things horrendous and insane and are giving the illusion that other things are going to hell in a handbasket, but in fact the change is being pushed from above, and not taking very well with the masses.

So, that particular handbasket and who is in it is important to examine. I’ve seen so many — mostly by older people — articles about how the culture is hopelessly corrupt, and no one knows their sex and blah blah blah, cue the end of the world. But none of this is true. The young are wounded — wouldn’t you be, raised in the middle of this battle royale for the culture? — and often susceptible to crazy manipulation by the left — teach your kids well — but I’ve seen them turning to the “old ways” (which are older than I, since my generation already wasn’t taught) and trying to learn the “proper way” to do things, and even in some ways longing for tradition more than my generation ever did. Sure, they are often having to find their way to the “way that works” by trying everything else first, but that’s a process that’s been going on since my generation was young. And what did you expect, when we threw them into a world where every law and tradition had been stomped flat and deemed irrelevant or evil? (And by “we” I don’t even mean my generation. We were thrown into a world half like that already, and never learned a lot of the “way things are easier to do and should be done.” Partly due to technological change, partly social, partly due to the long war of the twentieth century.)

The kids are by and large all right, or struggling mightily to be all right. And the people are largely all right, or struggling to be all right. All of it against a shitlib overculture trying to push everything to destruction and chaos.

You can tell the people are all right, and the people are winning, because all over the world the cry of the elites is “We must suppress the peasants attempts to communicate.” This is not the attitude of an “elite” that’s winning the culture.

But the other part of the basket to unpack is the genetic one. Look, if we don’t examine that basket and see it for what it is, not only are we going to be unnecessarily blackpilled, but we’re going to neglect what we absolutely need to do.

So, let’s talk about Idiocracy. Let’s talk about it, because it needs to be talked about. I’m sick and tired of seeing people say “We’re living in Idiocracy!” because that movie is idiotic and elitist, but also because genetics doesn’t work that way, ever, and also, no, we’re not.

The latest one to put a bee in my bonnet was a right wing commenter losing his mind at Sheila Jackson Lee’s version of the solar system. And claiming this proves we are now in Idiocracy.

I’m not going to name the writer claiming this is Idiocracy, because I have no beef with him. This idea is so pervasive on the right that it’s just in the air. And ooh, boy, is it dumb.

First, let’s talk about how the movie is dumb, shall we? If we’re going to talk about stories saying ‘we’re all breeding ourselves into stupidity’ The Marching Morons did it better and scared the crud out of me as a young kid. In fact, if you want to make sure that your kids want to have tons of kids, expose them to The Marching Morons. They won’t know enough about genetics to realize the time spans involved in this actually happening are just not possible in 50 or even 100 or 200 years. And they will of course assume they are the intellectual elite, and must reproduce to save humanity. Not only did it work that way on me, but also on other friends my age who read science fiction.

The thing to understand about The Marching Morons, though is that it works better than Idiocracy for two reasons: the society it shows is not actually genetically stupid. It’s obviously (“Forgive me Freud for I have neurosis”) indoctrinated/misseducated into stupidity by a pervasive and evil government. And the idea that it’s genetic is sold to us by the main character who is a highly specialized moron himself. (I.e. he’s a brilliant salesman but in many ways a dumbass. As proven by the ending, which I won’t spoil.)

Idiocracy, OTOH is … Okay, guys, I continuously rant about how most of the movies and tv shows trying to portray the very smart fail, because they’re created by midwits, according to their idea of geniuses. Which usually aren’t.

This is the opposite effect. This is a movie created by midwits, trying to portray the “dumbs”. And it fails in exactly the same way. Most of what’s depicted is not “stupidity” but “ignorance”. And stuff like…. the tv shows, say? Or the way the president is some sports star? That’s midwits sneering at those they perceive as being beneath them, and it’s classist and stupid and infuriating. It’s also not how any of this would work.

But the premise itself is flawed and wounded.

Nothing about the worldbuilding works. It’s impossible for the species to breed itself into stupidity that fast. I mean, sure, let’s assume dumb people are out-breeding the smart (actually no one is breeding much, we’re importing a vast underclass, and I’ll go into that in a moment.) Eventually it will drop the IQ of the species. But assuming it will do it that fast is exactly like the climate change panic. I mean, perhaps humans really are heating up the planet (it’s possible, though we have no actual proof of it.) But the amount can be trumped by one good disaster, and it’s so incremental we’re looking at hundreds of thousands of years to see a result. It’s something that should be of interest and concern to scientists who would meticulously measure and compare data. It is instead being screamed about and the change expected in “twelve years.” And has been for 50 now.

It is the same with genetics. Even assuming a replacement of the smart with the dumb, it would take at least a few thousand years, not a hundred or two. And the change is debatable.

There is some credence to it, in the last fifty years or so, because more “intelligent” (very hard to define) people tend to train for longer periods which lowers their fertile years of marriage. Add to this that in the last thirty years or so we’ve weaponized education to keep men and women from marrying and the more educated are indeed reproducing less.

We also of course subsidize — via welfare — the reproduction of the “less capable” in society. And because we have anti-biotics and semi-competent hygiene few of their children die.

From a thousand feet up, this looks like a situation that could lead to “Idiocracy” — only it wouldn’t, because it would be simply impossible to support that complex a civilization with people that dumb — except…

Except that the tendency of the high achieving to train forever is already starting to reverse, because the rewards aren’t there.

Except that while disease doesn’t weed the children of the poor down, drugs and gang warfare do. Lives still tend to be shorter and not particularly productive of children that survive. (Or why we are importing an underclass.)

Except that being high-achieving in society is not the same as being very smart. On the contrary. True geniuses tend to have issues functioning, let alone succeeding economically in a “normal” society. The highest-achieving economically tend to be mid-mid to slightly higher than average mid-wits. This has been proven by study after study. They need to still be in touch with the vast majority of people to succeed in a society composed of them.

And being low-achieving in society similarly has nothing to do with being an idiot. My brilliant grandfather would totally have been a welfare case for reasons of being emotionally cracked, as would his family have been (And a branch remains that, now) if there had been a welfare state.

Point being that what we tend to classify as “dumb welfare cases” can and do often throw out brilliant offspring. And the high achieving…. guys, have you paid attention to Chelsea Clinton? A young woman so dumb that not all of her parents’ money or influence can buy her a career?

Okay, so since I’m so smart, how do I explain the sheer stupidity of our politicians and our “underclass” not to mention the increasing ignorance of our middle class and incompetence of…. everyone.

Oh, very easily. You see for about a century now, worldwide, parents have been less involved in raising their own kids, “experts: have dictated education, the government schools have been run for the benefit of the government schools and to push a vague “nice” leftism which keeps getting dumber and dumber, in an effort to make everyone perform the same, and also stay in their lane and not interfere with the growing power of the bureaucrats.

Thing is, humans are strangely and bizarrely adaptable. And while genetics don’t change that rapidly, culture absolutely does. And most humans, being social apes, just want to fit in.

The politicians are dumb because — eyes Sheila Jackson Lee who I think is old enough to be my mother, so definitely not the result of breeding down — they have been pushed on the people not as being competent (though that was faked for a while, via a controlled media) but as being their color or culture. “Looks like you” is what they’ve sold politicians to populations as “and therefore understands you.” This is the whole point of redistricting.

And when you hire anyone for any reason other than competence, you degrade competence. This is inevitable, and should be put in math, honestly. A sustained regime of hiring for any reason other than competence will usher in ultimate, world-breaking incompetence. No degradation in IQ needed.

Now layer on top of this that we are now more aware of how unbelievably stupid politicians and other “experts” are and can be, because media control has been pierced.

And add to it that a lot of this Kakistocracy is intent on destroying things through malice, because they imagine this will allow them to escape punishment. (And that’s not counting how many of them are so incapable of abstract thought they really believe their meddling “improves” things. Because they’ve been told so.)

Then add to it that an increasing portion of our “underclass” was imported yesterday, or to be fair over the last 40 years. First of all, the fact they need to keep importing people directly into welfare — even illegals who have jobs still usually also are welfare cases. Look at it from their point of view. But a lot also get trapped in welfare — dispels the idea that the underclass is reproducing and taking over the world.

Second, the people we’re importing might be stupid … or not. No, seriously. We know that most of them come from societies without advanced tech, or really much tech, at least at their level. And that they’re grossly unprepared for a technological society. And by technological society, for a lot of the illegals imported under Obama, this apparently includes “knows what a toilet is.”

That is enough for them to have every appearance of being dumb as rocks. Because they are in an utterly alien world, and isolated for linguistic reasons, and not precisely aware of HOW to get on.

But even those who think they have some idea and speak the language a little are going to present as dumb compared to natives.

Look, I’m slightly smarter than the average bear. I’d consumed American media and literature from a young age. I was fluent in English on day one. I have a post graduate degree.

And yet my first ten years in this country I operated at “F*cking stupid” levels on everyday things, from grocery shopping to buying a house, to which jobs I applied for. Because I couldn’t “read” the social signals at all and wasn’t aware of the substrate of a lot of what was going on around me. I’d say I was “winged” for the first fifteen years or so, and looking back is full of cringe. But it was part of changing cultures. Which is always difficult for an adult. Not impossible, but difficult.

Given how difficult it was for me, less prepared people might be lost and fishes out of water for the rest of their lives, and given the “education” we’ll provide their kids, and the habits the kids will inherit it will take a couple more generations before they’re at “average.” REGARDLESS OF IQ. (IMHO it’s the reason TPTB import them. Easier to keep them down.)

Yeah, it means we live in clown world and that everything is stupid.

But it doesn’t mean that it’s genetic, or that the people themselves, as individuals, are stupid.

And this is very important to know.

Why?

Because humans are maleable and almost infinitely adaptable.

If the decay were indeed genetic — it really is impossible, over the three or four generations things have decayed over. Just.Not.Possible — the handbasket to hell would be on greased rails and there would be no way of stopping it except perhaps a coerced breeding and sterilization program that would make the Nazis blush.

But it’s not that bad. It’s just humans doing stupid human tricks. And it’s mostly culture.

Doesn’t mean we’re not headed for a crash or that it’s not going to hurt like a mother. We’re running on stupid so those two are inevitable.

But the cure is at hand and has started being implemented already. People are more and more mistrustful of government schools and tertiary indoctrination, as they should be.

Now it’s going to take a generation or two to turn this around. Or maybe three or four.

But it can be turned around.

Teach the children well. And build a culture that will facilitate intelligent behavior. Even from the objectively dumb.

I was reading an article about the NPR debacle, when NPR defended itself by saying “look at all the skin colors in our staff.” And some of the “varied skin color” bearing individuals came out to defend it too because “there are people who look like me.”

It brought back to me again why I got so bent out of shape at idiot on twitter talking about how we need to have higher minimum wage, so as not to make our cities into slums, and so that young women can have children.

Even here in response to that we got all tied in knots over the “real” result of minimum wage or if it was a science of not (in large numbers, economics absolutely is a science, one that “laws” can only distort, not make to conform to politicians’ insanity.)

But the important thing is that the left is — as always — approaching things from the wrong end of the problem.

It’s not that the problem they’re identifying isn’t correct. More often than not there is a problem — though note the problem might be so small that it doesn’t register, or barely does, before they wade in to make it as horrible as possible — the real issue is that they look at the problem the wrong way, assume powers they — and often other corporeal beings — don’t have, and make everything worse by trying to fix the “problem” by forcing a solution that fixes nothing.

Take for instance the minimum wage problem: Yes, wages are ridiculously low, compared to cost of living. No argument there. And while theoretically minimum-wage paying jobs aren’t meant to be given to adults, in reality they mostly go to older adults these days, to supplement social security and other safety net payments. Why? Because laws protecting children from exploitation now make it functionally impossible to hire anyone under eighteen.

This not only has nothing to do with stopping the exploitation of children, it is in fact children and young adult abuse. It prevents young people from getting a functional education into what work means, and the relation between work and money. Look, it’s not like most of them are getting any kind of education in the schools they are forced to attend. And when you tell them all they can do till 18 is attend the make-work schools where boys are often treated as second class citizens and girls as neurotic basket cases who must be indulged at all costs, you are not preparing them for life. You are also not saving them from anything.

What you’re doing is releasing them to the world at 18, when they’ll be responsible for their own crimes, and capable of picking their own path, with about the functional maturity of a 12 year old 50 years ago.

They have never earned a dime through their own labor. Money comes as a hand out from benevolent older people. They aren’t sure where money comes from other than that way. They have been conditioned to comply with unreasonable and senseless demands of authorities they don’t fully understand, and to perform tasks that mean nothing. A lot of them — mostly young women and minorities. Sorry, but it’s a fact as schools try not to be accused of discrimination — have been used to having A for effort and being indulged in their maladies real or imaginary, including the “I had my feelings hurt.”

And now, with no job history, no experience of getting up when they don’t feel like it, to go work because that’s how you get paid, no idea of why anyone should be doing that in fact, we suddenly expect them to be functional adults.

We all remember the story Heinlein told to illustrate why mollycoddling young criminals then dropping the law on them was 18 is stupid, right: you bring a puppy home, never house break it, indulge its every whim, then when it is a full grown dog you take it out and shoot it.

Well, this is the equivalent. You bring a puppy home and tie it up and truss it and put it in a tube so it can’t move, while taking care of its every need. Then when it’s a full grown dog, and it can’t walk, you beat it because it’s not acting as a grown dog should.

However, the story falls short, because we don’t take that dog who has never had experience of walking, and make it get in debt. While at 18 we view these kids who never had a meaningful choice in their lives, and have the haziest ideas of what a “job” is, and who, to boot, have been lied to all their lives and told that they can be anything they want to (yes, it’s a lie. I could never have been an Olympic athlete, not matter how much I wanted it.) and tell them they have to go to college. Because all successful people go to college. How many even sign up for it, because school they know, but they don’t know anything else? And how many sign up after trying to find jobs and being unable to, because they have no job history and no idea how to apply? And then we encourage them to sign predatory laws from which the government doesn’t allow you to escape. And then when they finish, and are again unemployable, or employable at a very low level, the left screams we must forgive the loans, the right says “pay up deadbeats.” And the left wants to raise minimum wage so the kids can have kids.

Look, this is patently insane. Anyone looking at it objectively can see, no, it’s not the kids’ fault, but all this nonsense doesn’t help. Begin at the beginning: who in America thinks that kids are at risk of being put in sweatshops and worked night and day? So, why are we trying to protect say 16 year olds from getting a retail job, or assuming anyone who hires them to sweep the floor is going to chain them to a 19th century textile mill.

The laws relating to “child” labor need to be relaxed. And they need to be relaxed starting at about 12. Sure, fewer kids might go to college. But more might be literate and functional adults.

And for those clutching their pearls, a lot of us had jobs — part time, sometimes self imposed — starting at about that time. We are noticeably, not Dickensinian victims standing in line for our super, or twisted out of shape by our inhumane exploitation.

If people are too young to work, they’re much to young to be prisoners in public schools. Release them to the wild, where at least a few of them might learn that rocks to the skull hurt. (Note I don’t think the vast majority of 12 to18 are too young to work a couple of hours a day at least.)

But wait, there’s more. Other than the fact most 18 year olds have not been allowed to develop work habits and are therefore not worth whatever crazy minimum wage the government decided to mandate, there is something else holding wages down: lots and lots and lots of immigration, both illegal and targeted legal.

Targeted legal? Well, companies are allowed to import vast numbers of specialized personnel, from MDs to programmers, from pharmacists to engineers, whom they get on visas and therefore treat as indentured servants, including paying below-market wages and working insane hours. This makes it hard for in-country-trained people to be paid what they would normally be paid.

And since the avowed reason for this is that they can’t find people to do the work in the US and that’s patently false — they can’t find people to do the work at extremely cheap wages and while being totally controlled by the company, which is different — this is a scam, and should be stopped.

But at the bottom level, what is causing the low wages is that we opened the border, and got all sorts of unskilled labor into the country.

Our country is not early 20th century — as the left seems to think — and as I said before, we’re not going to open sweatshops (though I bet you there are some, and a lot more unsavory enterprises with all the minors and women brought over the border and effectively disappeared) that necessitate vast numbers of illiterate button-pushers or garment sewing people or any of that.

So what these people, desperate for any kind of work (though a lot of them are getting too many handouts to care these days) get is starting jobs that used to be done by young people: gardening, lawn mowing, entry construction work, basic retail. (I can’t be the only one who keeps running into cashiers who don’t speak English and get angry when you try to.)

They will take much lower wages, because they are living ten to an apartment. This in turn lowers everyone’s real wages.

And raising the official, mandated minimum wage does not solve any of these problems. It only exacerbates them. And gives more jobs to illegal workers, willing to work for less and under the table. Because the businesses can’t afford the crazy minimum wages and therefore will hire who they can, even if technically “illegal.”

Looking at the results and the desired results, and not what is driving the situation is the wrong end of the stick. It not only doesn’t fix the situation, it worsens everything.

It’s the same thing with “diversity” and the rest of the DIE (or IED if you prefer) panoply.

Is diversity useful? Not particularly, people have found, outside one, not really honest study. But it could be. Not diversity as the left identifies it but true diversity.

Suppose you’re opening a business that is supposed to serve everyone, but you’ll only hire people who have exactly the same life and work history as yourself (I don’t know, maybe they’re clones.) and therefore you all miss that, I don’t know, the pastries you’re selling have stuff small kids will choke on. Or that women will dislike because it will cover them in sugar. Or whatever. In that case having a woman who has raised children on the staff could help.

In the same way, if you’re a media or entertainment corporation, trying to report the news fairly, you should not hire only people who agree with you. Mostly because if you were suckerpunched by the election in 2016 and are continually stunned as to why Obama and Biden aren’t beloved leaders, you obviously don’t understand most of the country. And saying you understand everyone but the “fringe” only makes us wonder if you know where the fringe is. Kind of like if you think NPR only went nuts in 2016, you make us want to tell you to pull your head out or a smelly and dark place, because the problem was already far advanced. Which is why you slid insensibly into totalitarian behavior.

What I’m trying to say here is that the left looks around and wants to have people of many colors and body types, so they FEEL inclusive and accepting. But skin color doesn’t make editorial decisions. Brains do. And human brains are all white-pink and squishy. Also, please, no, I don’t want to see them.

And when you’re hiring people who know they’re being hired for their skin color, you naturally select people who think skin color is the most important thing for diversity of thought. Which means you select for racists leftists, and for people who likely all think along the same patterns.

This obviously is not going to give you any “diversity” advantages. Whether your job is book publishing or political reporting, it’s just going to crash make your audience appeal more “selective.”

One of the articles I came across yesterday was with subscription services for video content being baffled that their subscriber number are falling. Well, part of it is that they are chasing the wrong end of the stick. And when people don’t like what they produce, then then obsess on race even more, because it must mean the public is racist. When in point of fact it’s the story lines and characters that suck, and race has nothing to do with it.

It’s all chasing the wrong end of the stick.

Are fewer women having children? Raise minimum wage. But what the heck does that have to do with anything? Having children is not merely an economic decision, and people throughout history had children when far poorer than our poorest.

The right end of the stick would involve figuring out why people are marrying late or not at all — and without feminist blinders, please. Perhaps figure out that part of the reason is this artificial division and hatred we’ve put between the sexes — and also if regulations and government hokum have made child raising too onerous. (Answer: yes. They’d already done it in my day. Mostly by trying to save children from horrible situations that 99% of the population would never inflict on them.)

The right side of the stick is to figure out why things aren’t working, not to assume we know the cause and trying to make a quick fix.

Of course, that would require the left to realize that laws and regulations aren’t magical. They don’t do what you want them to, and nothing else, ever. That things have second, third and fourth order consequences.

And sometimes the solution is to take the chainsaw to previous rules, regulations and laws which not only didn’t do what they were supposed to but worsened everything.

And sometimes the solution is to follow the law, like, by having a border.

Neither of which will happen until we hit bottom on our addiction to government, and then it changes.

We’re not at bottom yet. But it looks mighty close.

Be not afraid, brace for impact, and don’t be distracted with short term solutions.

Chainsaw, baby, chainsaw.

Liberty and Safety a blast from the past from August 2013

It is a truth universally acknowledged that it is a bad thing – a very bad thing – to make Sarah berserk out over breakfast, which is why most sentient species, some invertebrates and some single-cell life forms have learned to avoid it.

No, this doesn’t mean Dan and the boys are in trouble.  No, that’s fine.  What happens is this – after week from hell, I was running around with a headache so bad I could barely think through it.  In case it wasn’t obvious from the rate of typo to word in the last few posts, I also could barely write through it.

As happens we found a hotel that met our low-price-to-low-flea rate and Dan and I ran away so I could get work done on the overdue Baen novel.  (It is unique in writers that our vacations involve the chance to write MORE.  Shouldn’t be a great shock, though.  Our “let’s go out to dinner” nights involved “I need to work out a novel plot.”

This was particularly needed because on top of the situation with our friend Alan – who should go home from the hospital today and start a new course of chemotherapy, so that’s good news – my kids are having beginning of school year issues.  Since it is written (I don’t know where, but if I ever find out, I’m setting fire to it) that nothing the Hoyts do can be easy or simple, they’re both adding second majors and weird ones at that, and giving the bureaucracy hissy fits.  This for some reason causes them to run into my office at the rate of a kid every five minutes, to p*ss and moan.  So, the office gets impossible to work in (also smelly.  The cats hate competition) and I lost two entire days to this.  Which also added to my blazing stress headache.

So we ran away for three days and two nights to “get writing done.”  So far so good, right?

Yeah.  Except that breakfast is included in the room special promo sale.  Which is why we stayed here.  Have breakfast latish and you don’t need lunch, so that’s one meal less to pay for.  (Hey, we’re writers.  We’re cheap.  Also, largely poor, our days of being rich beyond the dreams of average – sic – having crashed at the same time the towers turned to rubble and the tech boom collapsed.)

So we went down to breakfast.

Just when you thought it was safe to go down to breakfast…

We were in a little isolated table but separated by a curtain from a large group table.  I heard the words “They can’t expect Obama to fix everything with one measure.  I mean, things were so bad it doesn’t have a quick solution,” and I told Dan “Right then, I’m going to order an omelet, before I start ranting.”

When my calmer half said “I don’t know.  I’m kind of hoping they make you start ranting.”

So I went down to get the omelet, and I came back and sat down.  The large group of unmitigated stupid seemed to be talking lower – at least.  If I said the multiplication tables backward in my head, I could tune out the occasional break through sentence like “What we need is more business regulation.”

And then, zero to nothing, I heard something, and I started shaking – painful body-long shakes – trying to suppress the berserker.

The phrase was “the problem is we have too many liberties in this country.”  Like that.  Like that, I found I was putting my head through the curtain and saying “If you discuss politics in public, I’m going to intervene.”

I want to point out that when I’m fighting the berserker, my voice gets really weird, and my eyes get this bizarre “one step over the line and you’re dead, Mister.”

I’ve been known to make postal workers run away (true) and airline employees bend over backward to give me anything I want, while I’m being perfectly polite and suppressing the berserker.

But these people were wrapped in an invincible mantel of stupidity.  They said – I swear to Bob – “What?  This is a public space, we can talk about anything we want.”

I said “Absolutely.  And I can correct you any way I want.”

At that point the better half who is a New England gentleman intervened. “Yes, it’s a public space,” he said.  “And we’d like to have breakfast without your politics intruding on it.  Can you keep it down, please?  Particularly if you insist on being ill informed.”  (When calmer half feels the need to put in the knife, imagine what my excitable self was feeling.)

And so I downed as much warm coffee as I could, because if you can’t find alcohol, warm liquids will help, and eventually the shakes subsided.

Too many liberties…

There are three things to take from this encounter: first, it is polite and proper, if sharing a public space with other sentient beings, to try not to say anything offensive out loud.  I tend to discuss the latest scientific developments, a novel I just read, anything innocuous.  I’ve gone to dinner with PJM colleagues at election time and not discussed politics loud enough for the other tables to hear – and shut up when the waitress approached.

Look, guys, there was a reason that Englishmen who had servants said “not in front of the help” – it wasn’t just to avoid gossip.  It was also to avoid making another human being, not in a position to retaliate, uncomfortable.

Good manners and all that.

So, if you have politics to discuss, keep your voice down or save it to your room.  UNLESS you’re sure that the entire room is taken up with your coreligionists.

Another thing is that these people looked fairly normal.  I didn’t see any badges of the little Satanists for Stalin or anything of the kind.  This scares me beyond belief and I’m trying not to be depressed.  They really think Obama is fixing “this mess.”  I… Look, go over to the Zero Hedge guys… just read this.

A tiny excerpt:

#1 When Barack Obama entered the White House, 60.6 percent of working age Americans had a job.  Today, only 58.7 percent of working age Americans have a job.

#2 Since Obama has been president, seven out of every eight jobs that have been “created” in the U.S. economy have been part-time jobs.

#3 The number of full-time workers in the United States is still nearly 6 million below the old record that was set back in 2007.

#4 It is hard to believe, but an astounding 53 percent of all American workers now make less than $30,000 a year.

#5 40 percent of all workers in the United States actually make less than what a full-time minimum wage worker made back in 1968.

#6 When the Obama era began, the average duration of unemployment in this country was 19.8 weeks.  Today, it is 36.6 weeks.

#7 During the first four years of Obama, the number of Americans “not in the labor force” soared by an astounding 8,332,000.  That far exceeds any previous four year total.

There is more.  Oh, yes, there are 33 of these facts.  But the mainstream media won’t report it, and those who are dumb beyond the dreams of average swallow it, hook, line and sinker.  And what can we do?  I’m serious.  WHAT can we do?  This is sort of like before the French Revolution when people demanded Necker be returned to power because when he was borrowing and spending everyone was doing so well.  There are no words.  To paraphrase Heinlein, stupidity is the only capital crime.  The punishment is always death.  Unfortunately when it’s public stupidity, the death often falls on those who weren’t stupid.

Those who don’t know history are doomed to repeat it and take the rest of us along for the ride.

The third point though…

There are few things you can say that are so HEINOUS that they send me into automatic “Must suppress the berserker” mode.  Look, guys I’ve got through entire dinners with communists without getting there, and without looking speculatively at the silverware and considering how to kill someone with a fork.  (Okay, I lie about the second one, but all the same. Thoughts are, thank you, private, and my hobbies are my own.)

But that “we have too many liberties” got under my shield and went directly to the “attack” and immediately as well to the “you can’t go berserk in a public space.  No, really.”

How can anyone think we have too many liberties?

Oh, I know.  They think that because they believe in the myth of the “superior man” who will take care of them.  The man on the white horse who knows better than everyone, and who can run everything so that no one is ever afraid or poor or sick or marginalized.

In other words, they dream of the ideal childhood.

The rest of us know that never in the history of the world, not even the calmest, has there been a time when a leader could guarantee safety, health and contentment to everyone. There will always be poor, unloved, suffering people.  You can’t help that.

You behave in a way you help those around you and you try not to be a burden, but even then at times that will fail.

Those of us who are religious believe a time will come when we will live like that, in perfect harmony and contentment with a superior being watching over us.

But last time I looked, neither king, premier, president, emperor or satrap had the power to look into the hearts and minds and judge everyone perfectly.  And no, the NSA spying ain’t it.  And none of the above were the creators of the universe.

They are all, in fact, fallible men, usually fallible men attracted to power over others, who want to run you not for your own good but for their own internal satisfaction.  And since people who crave this sort of power tend to be more broken than writers, their internal satisfaction might be something that even they don’t understand.

There is no man on a white horse.  There is, always, an old trickster, coming to town and promising eternal peace.  If you look carefully, you can see the horse is a mule that has been painted white.  And the man is just using the same old promises the human brain is wired to crave, but what he wants is quite different.  And even if he truly believes what he says, he can’t deliver.  He’s just a man.  He can’t know what each individual wants and needs.  Only each of you can know what he wants and needs.  And sometimes not even that.

Clearly the people on the next table would like to believe in the man on the painted mule.  I would too.  The idea someone will look after you perfectly is SO appealing.  But I’m grown up.  You can’t go back to kindergarten.  And even my kindergarten teacher had no clue how to handle me.

I’ll handle myself, thank you.  Even to the point of making sure I don’t berserk out at the breakfast table.  It can be done.  It’s just not easy, or comforting or pretty.

It’s a horrible way to live.  Except for every other one.  I’ll keep my liberties, thank you.  You want to give yours up, I can give you a list of destinations willing to oblige you.  It starts with Cuba.

No kings, no queens, no lords, no ladies.  We won’t be fooled again.