It’s Time To Take The White Pill

It’s amazing how every time I post something telling people things are not quite as bad as they think, and defeat is not guaranteed, someone or other presumes to lecture me on how oh, no, it’s much much worse.

The prize this week goes to the gentleman who tried to tell me that a Romanian type of outcome was impossible because we can’t organize and march shoulder to shoulder without being arrested or something. Because, you know, the outcome in Romania was organized (it wasn’t. I have read extensively on it) and also they were much freer than we are now (I recommend said gentleman have a talk with say Monalisa Foster. Yes, yes, the iron curtain countries were falling, etc. None of this compares to as vast and untraceable as the US is, how relatively regime-uncorrupted our military is [I do say relatively] or how much dissent is still allowed. Seriously people: We’re more free than…. well, Canada, Australia, not to mention Europe, and those are beacons of freedom compared to Soviet Satellites, even as the wheels were coming off.)

Because my courage rises with every attempt to depress it — name that quote! — I decided this is the ideal time to point out that the doomers are full of sh*t. It’s not our wheels coming off.

Realizing this is such an unheard of perspective — and I can explain why, yes — I will point out that you shouldn’t from this assume that I mean everything is hunky dory, or that we’re not going to hurt at all, or even that we don’t still need to fight.

I’ve said before and I will repeat, because of how fast the institutions are collapsing, because of the terrible people the Left has in place (not just evil, but incompetent and bizarrely mentally inflexible) and how much power they have managed to amass, (before most of us were born) they are creating an amazing level of destruction which will bring a terrible amount of pain and suffering. We’re going to lose people, places and things we had no need to lose, because the left is like a bear with its paw in a steel trap, and it’s going to maul everyone it can before it goes down.

And it’s not all going to be cookies and cream on the other side, when we get there. There has been some real damage done to people and culture that will need to be repaired, and that’s never a load of fun.

BUT in the end, we really do win, and they really do lose. And the Gipper will be proved right, as will Trump, because communism and socialism, and all the top-down “Daddy government will kiss it and make it better” philosophies will at long last be confined to the dust bin of history to be things of horror unearthed by long-future archeologists digging through the fossilized midden of ideas. At which point they’ll scratch their heads and go “Uh…. how did they believe this?”

So, why do you think you’re losing?

Well, because the right always thinks its losing.

Part of it is set-in perception. If you’re the sort of kid who got beat all through elementary and middle school, even if you get a late growth spurt and become the sort of guy no one messes with, at the back of your mind, you’ll always expect to be beaten up and cringe when a guy with a sadistic smirk heads for you.

Throughout most of the twentieth century the lovers of freedom (right is a really bad word for this as in Europe it just means “blood, soil, and national religion”) lost ground incrementally until maybe the last decade.

This is because the communications technology of the 20th century was so concentrated and susceptible to gatekeeping that it was custom made for the left to get hold of and police, never letting anyone else get a look-in. So once the left captured it the right could not get a look in

And lies were told with panache and style. And “Leftism” became a positional good. Which meant people ascending the social ladder either were or pretended to be left. For one, it was the only way to get a job in the arts, communication, news, etc. etc. etc.

This in turn created a prospiracy that spewed a unified narrative, including outright lies, like FDR ending the great depression, which was taught as truth in public schools, and assumed in all news and entertainment.

This also created the feeling that communism was the future and would always win. Every time I say that some of you say “Not in the place/time I grew up.” It’s as may be. Sure, people were “anti-communist” from the lips out, but if you go and look at the books you read, including school books, they all assumed that top-down, planned economy and welfare and all the rest was the way to go. They claimed to be anti-communist, while mostly being anti-USSR, but still assuming that the socialist/communist/statist ways were the best. In fact, a lot of you who are older and haven’t really thought about it still assume a lot of this. It comes out when you say things about the good old days, which were the narrowly controlled times of FDR. When abuses were tolerated that would now have us up in arms, including intrusions at all levels of life and production, and good ol’ weapon licensing and control.

Because the left controlled the news media, too, they managed two things the right couldn’t do: When a program failed, they papered it over and invented a way that it had been meant all along, and served their purpose. This created, in the right’s minds, the idea of a never ending series of victories for the left.

Or as a friend said recently “They don’t mind waiting 100 years. It’s all a plan.” That’s arrant bullshit. The left is actually running on borrowed time, and the current generation doesn’t want to make any sacrifices, much less 100 years of sacrifice. They want their rewards, noooooowwwww. BUT in my friend’s defense, that’s the left’s propaganda and has been all our lives — we’re about of an age — and it’s impossible not to believe propaganda that has gone on that long and that pervasively your entire life. Particularly when you’re depressed, it’s very hard to see through the nonsense and see the counter evidence.

The other trick they have managed is to make the right disown their victories. Until recently — and it’s important to realize this has broken — they could attack someone on the right and get them disowned and turned into pariahs. They’re still managing this with the more timid commentariat and more hidebound right-pundits about Trump, but they have reason to suspect this is not reaching the masses, and it’s part of what’s driving them nuts.

The truth is that without the shell of unified propaganda, the Marxists are a paper tiger.

With all the help from the west, and making big scary noises to keep the help come, all the USSR ever managed was to lose population/wealth/ability to do things SLOWLY. As opposed to the “very fast” that would have happened otherwise.

Even in a country as controllable as Russia (for various reasons, including because of climate, highly concentrated population) the resistance was getting larger and larger, till 70 years later they were governing in name only. But they could still project — abroad — the idea they were totally in control. Which is why you don’t realize any of this.

As for China — China is China and therefore complex — but there’s reason to believe that most of the control has always been ‘for foreigner to see’ and to be honest the same with most prosperity. Aside a few potemkin cities, the average Chinese lives like a medieval peasant in Europe, but without the charm.

The other little communist “paradises” are mostly just kleptocracies in the style of the region, with added oppression and horror that come from benefiting from the still existing Marxist media in the west.

Things have not been going well for the Marxocrats since the Soviet Union collapsed. Which it did because Reagan refused to kowtow to it or treat it as a world power. It was always a paper tiger and couldn’t stand it when someone blew on it.

The Soviet Union was not only their hope, and what they hoped was the promise of a communist future, but it was also their source of financing, since a lot of what they got by pillaging and raping Africa and South America went to fund Marxists in the west.

They reorganized, sort of, after the fall, by throwing themselves into the watermelon green movements, racial movements, feminism, etc etc etc.

Under this guise they managed to do a lot of harm to the culture, including the introduction of “political correctness” which they hoped would create not only the inability to say forbidden things but even to think forbidden thoughts.

It didn’t work. Sure, it corrupted the language and it has destroyed the arts, but unfortunately — for them — the geeks undermined it all. Mind you, it would have happened without the internet, but it might have taken another two or three generations. You see, political correctness and all the noveau-Marxist thinking is even more disconnected from reality than the old Marxism. So sooner or later the counterculture (real one. Us) would have won by telling the truth. Because the truth works. However, the internet made it possible for people to communicate without the left gatekeepers. This made a lot of us both aware we were not alone, and started the true resistance to the leftist constructed reality.

“Racist” stopped working as an insult, since we’re aware the left are the true racists; cancelling is an ineffective tool when everyone knows it’s happening. It worked great for fifty years when it was in secret; imposing controls on speech doesn’t work when people can speak around the controls; carefully constructed narrative breaks apart when you try to tell it where counterexamples are in the public eye.

The last twenty years have been a roll of failed attempts to gaslight us. Occupy Wall Street was supposed to take the economic misery people were experiencing under Obama and blame the free market for it. It was supposed to turn into a vast movement of the dispossessed which gave Obama the power to act as a socialist dictator and take everything. Instead, it collected the mentally ill and some college students.

Summer of recovery one, two, etc. was supposed to convince us things were better under Obama.

H*ll and damnation, people, Obama was supposed to be the new FDR, taking us all the way into socialism.

In reality they can’t even pretend that he’s beloved or saved the country from anything. Heck, even racial minorities ain’t too fond of him. And what’s more they know it, because they know how much they had to fraud in 12.

BLM was supposed to spark a revolt of everyone against white people. Instead, it was the paid for psychos and a few crazy people and white college women. And not enough to terrorize the suburbs. In fact, the only place they really could terrorize was the cities they already controlled.

Oh, yeah, they also got to scare corporations and churches, which are already administered by their own. But that isn’t going so well when the lumpen proletariat realized it could boycott back. And also when the little leftist psychos wouldn’t say bought. (Quite possibly the most bizarre thing I’ve ever seen/heard was our last visit to our church in CO, which had just re-opened, and which got a fiery Marxist deacon to preach on the virtues of BLM and “anti-racism” while the church and its property was being vandalized nightly. It wasn’t just me sitting in the pew looking at the man like he was nuts. Because he was.)

2016. Trump winning gutted them. You see, the fraud was in place, but those d*mn people went and voted in numbers that made it irrelevant.

And then after four years of demonization and an unprecedented “Let’s put everyone under house arrest” initiative to control those dang peasants, they voted for Trump in such numbers that the fraud had to be ramped up at the last minute and now everyone knows.

And the epic shenanigans of 2022 have pissed people off at the local level various places.

What’s worse, the mood in the country keeps getting uglier, and despite some older people and more timid commentators still buying the “He’s evil bad, disown him” the majority of us are going “yeah, no.”

Kyle Rittenhouse was supposed to be condemned and abandoned by the right, then made a public spectacle, to show you couldn’t resist. That didn’t go well.

Yes, the January 6 prisoners are a horrible thing, and for them what happened is a disaster. But it too failed to work. It was supposed to be a Reichstag fire, which would cause the entire country to turn on anyone to the right of Lenin. Yes, the old and brainwashed have bought the leftist narrative. But most people haven’t. In fact, the “hearings” were a massive flop, and convinced more and more people that it was nothing and the left was just making it up. (Because it was.) And more signally it failed to “get Trump” which was its principal purpose.

So even though we lost people — well, not us, but the lovers of freedom in general. Our people were too wary to walk into that trap of a demonstration with no set purpose that made any sense — this also wasn’t a win for the left. Not saying that it’s not horrible what happened to them, but instead of turning the nation against the left, it mostly injured the FBI’s and the government’s credibility. The same with all the various “get Trump” schemes.

In fact, the fact that despite everything they’ve done, Trump remains the republican front runner, is terrifying the left. Their sphincters are so tight they couldn’t pass a bean.

Viral explosions of “Let’s go Brandon” didn’t help either. It’s not just the opposition to Biden, it’s the implied knowledge that the media lies.

Oh, they’ll continue trying. They have nothing better. Right now they’re sucking their thumbs and telling themselves it’s just Trump. He’s a sort of Svengali that has galvanized the right, and if they get rid of orange man bad their plan will go forward. It’s not true, of course. Trump is not our leader, so much as our ramrod. He’s not the movement, just a visible part of it. But they can’t admit that yet, because if they do it’s abandon ships. There is nothing else they can do to save themselves. Which is of course the reality.

They’ll also try to get rid of or replace Biden, which is going to be hilarious — stock on popcorn — as it will set their various factions into a fight, various groups of kleptocrats in a naked-claw fight for survival. Because if you think they can expose the Bidens misdeeds and not have everyone else — under the cover of the media domination all of them have gotten that dirty, the last 100 years or so — suspect they’re next, you’re way more naive than you should be. Yes, they’re going to try to get rid of Biden, but it will get everyone fighting everyone else, including such paragons as the Obamas and the Clintons. The resulting effluvium of misdeeds revealed will make Hercules’ cleaning the Augean stables seem like a light dusting of a clean room.

In the end the left only has a plan, the same one they’ve always had: Take control of communications and the army. Disarm the populace. Engineer a famine. Take complete control. It has the added Gramscian flip in our case (And the late 20th century case, in general) of “Open the borders to 3rd world peasants and replace the population with one that’s easier to terrorize.”

It’s not going well for them here. Despite all the propaganda, people refuse to give up their guns or embrace their new unwashed overlords. In fact, despite all the entertainment trying to make it sound like the incoming illegals are some kind of holy people, normal Americans aren’t buying it. And remain strongly against it. (I don’t have any proof — how would I get it? — but I suspect many of the illegals coming in — a lot of whom are rounded up and chased onto the caravans by various means, or recruited with promises of welfare — are turning around and going back home. The only reason I suspect this is the fact that unlike in 2007-8 Spanish publications aren’t becoming any more prevalent at checkout and 90% of the people I run into who are immigrants were born and raised here. The exceptions are people from Cuba and Venezuela, and I wouldn’t bet on those obeying the regime once they’re here.)

In fact it’s not going well for them IN EUROPE. Despite fraud, crooked voting systems (first past the post is very manipulatable) etc, scary “Right wing” parties keep winning, and emerging, and winning. And largely unreported or giving a “glorious communist revolution” when reported, a lot of Europe is in open revolt and fighting against the socialist overlords. Europe! Where by and large their media is still controlled and they still believe the “coming climate catastrophe” not to mention falling for the covidiocy hook line and sinker.

Here? Don’t make me laugh. Sure, they have the newly indoctrinated,i.e. young “educated” people. And they have the old, who watch TV a lot.

The rest? Ah. The rest are just getting more and more angry about all this nonsense.

Meanwhile the left continues trying to drive their plan of disarmament and famine.

It’s not going well for them. It’s not going to go well for them.

If they weren’t the people who bought the message that the future is inevitably communist; if they weren’t true believers, they could save themselves and save us a lot of strife by giving up now.

Instead, they’re going to use everything they control to punish us and make us bow to them and fall in with their plan.

It’s not going to go well.

In fact, if it were happening elsewhere, to people far away, it would be a great comedy.

As is, their fall and the replacement of the “FDR model” which swallowed our republic is going to hurt very badly and is going to cost us wealth and more importantly people.

But in the end, we win.

The harder they fight, the faster they fall.

Take no counsel of your fears. Make things tight and fast for you and those who depend on you. Multiple sources of income. Ways to survive days or weeks without the modern conveniences. Some rudimentary medical supplies. Ways to defend yourself. Take care of your health now, and get yourself in the best shape you can.

And then …. keep your head up. Don’t be afraid. It is our fate to live in interesting times. It is our very great privilege to fight for freedom on behalf of future generations as well as our own.

They can’t win, and we must. It is the cause of humanity.

Hearts on high.

Fundraising Post, Day 8 of 15

POST OF THE DAY BELOW THIS.

Part of the reason I hate fundraising is that it’s so tedious. I mean, here we are on day 8 and what can I tell you about the reason I’m fundraising, that you haven’t heard before?

OTOH of course there are people who only check this blog every week or every other week, or whatever, or who were on vacation and haven’t seen this. Or who skipped the fundraising posts because they simply didn’t want to deal with it but won’t remember if I don’t repeat. Or–

Every time I do a fundraiser there will be people who say “Oh, I missed it” and send stuff late, who never actually saw the post.

So the way I’m dealing with the tedium of showing you the same info over and over is either silly stuff (Like the ornithology pics this week) OR by giving you something beautiful.

Today it’s beautiful pictures obtained while I was playing with midjourney bot.

Anyway: As to why I’m fundraising. I spend a lot of time every day on this blog. If the blog doesn’t pay its own way, I’m going to perhaps have a lot more of fill in posts and things, even when I’m not having fun with doctors type of weeks. Mostly? Because I can’t justify it.

Mind you, the way this is going, I’m really to have to push on the fiction, to make ends meet. And that’s fine. It’s just choices, and I should be doing it anyway.

It’s just there’s only so many hours in the day, so… I try to make these hours pay as well, since I do work at it. (Yes, to an extent it’s also fun, but so is fiction and it’s fun of a peculiar kind that comes with a sense of obligation and a need to have to will power to work.)

Anyway, so the blog is fundraising. Which not only pays me for my work, but allows me to pay my assistant (No, not Indy. Holly. She does things like remind me of short stories due to anthologies, and makes arrangements for conventions and stuff…) and people to do my websites and– Eventually younger son and lovely fiance to run stuff like boxes from Sarah’s garage, which is on hold but not lost. Lovely fiance is also doing audiobooks of the Dyce series, for which I must pay. (Yes, I know I could do kickstarter. And might.)

(And yes, last year’s donors will get their rewards, even if I’ve been impossibly slow. No, I won’t bore you with why. I’ll just shut up and work on fulfilling promises.)

Anyway, for all those reasons, and for me to have time to sleep now and then:

The first is Give Send Go. They forbid the use of incentives to donors. So if you give via GSG you’re doing it for the satisfaction of helping According to Hoyt stay up and for me to be compensated for my work. Yes, that total is scary but I never intended for it to be carried by GSG alone. That’s the funding goal for all methods, for the year. A keeping-track-of goal, you might say. To donate to Give Send Go: Link Here.

But if you want to get something for your donation, and particularly if you want to incentivize (totally a word) my fiction writing: I’ve started a substack called Chapter House, in which I’m serializing two novels, one fantasy and one Space Opera, at two chapters a week. (The idea is for Witch’s Daughter to get two new chapters on Wednesday, and Winter Prince two on Friday. because July is h*ll this year (Fun with DOCTORS! People and cat doctors. Yeah) these might slip for the next two/three weeks. After that they won’t.
Go to Chapter House, read the free portion of the books, and consider subscribing to receive the updates. You get a chance to read the novels as they unroll and perhaps to talk/argue about them. You’ll also get them at the end in ebook format. (I’ll try to have a free story once a month or so, for the free subscribers, but no promises) Anyway, to subscribe to Chapter House, the link is: Here.

And for those of you who have Patreon and just want to donate in a system you already have, I have one of those, and I will be posting life events, and excised scenes, and art, and … well, be warned, likely cat stuff. Because I’m owned by cats. Anyway, to donate on Patreon, please: Go here.

Finally, if you must send things by snailmail, yes, we accept checks, cash, and cat pictures. Do not send pictures of our cats, though. We’ve already seen those.

304 S. Jones Blvd, Suite 6771
Las Vegas, NV 89107

Peace By The Balloonatic

*All I have to do is say I just can’t and lo and behold, readers chase me around the room with slippers going “we sent you guest posts.” My bad. they have. I just couldn’t find them. Partly because mostly asleep.”

Peace by the Balloonatic

I have never been a big fan of horror, whether on the screen or in a book. I grew up in the 70s and 80s outside a small town in northern Ontario with a movie theater that let you in regardless of the movies ratings and watched movies there and on TV that I really wish I hadn’t. I think it happens to people with vivid imaginations – we can place ourselves inside the story and it feels too real. So my memory is filled with clips of a giant sea turtle dragging a man entangled in a rope down to the depths, an unkillable Chuck Norris rising from some waters and visions of a car with my name chasing someone into a dead-end alley – all the way to the end. 

I will never forget my first year of university, when I was going home for Christmas. I bought my Dad an autographed copy of a Robert Bateman coffee table book of wildlife paintings, that I knew he would love. The book store had a special sale, and because of the cost of the book for my Dad, I was allowed to choose a free hardcover book for myself. I was heading back across the country on my first ever plane trip, so I chose a book that looked like it would be peaceful and relaxing. It was “Silence of the Lambs.” I ended up starting and finishing it in one day. I couldn’t put it down – not because it was that good, but because I knew my imagination would come up with something worse. 

That’s how I feel now after hearing about the tragedy of the Titan Submersible. I picture myself in there with them. What were they thinking and doing while waiting and hoping for rescue? Were they angry and yelling, fighting amongst each other? Blaming each other, themselves and the company CEO who was in there with them for the decisions that led to their predicament? What would it be like, to be trapped in there, hoping for a miracle that you knew was unlikely to ever happen? Were they raging against the dying of the light? Or were they able to find peace and closure before their deaths?

I think most of us have made choices in life that we regret. We can spend way too much time looking back through the past, trying to pinpoint the moment, the decision, that led us down into the depths of despair and grief. The “What if….” What if hadn’t moved away from home and halfway across the country? What if I had chosen a different major in university, or attended trade school instead? What if I had said yes to that blind date my brother was trying to set up? What if I had made a different choice in a partner, or chosen to stay single? We make bad choices all the time. Fortunately for most of us, those choices, while they may be tragic, are not fatal. We can recover from bad choices and learn from them and move forward. And if we are fortunate, we can overcome the results and find peace in the world instead of horror. 

The road to peace, like the journey to joy, often comes from trips down through valleys and pits of despair, horror, pain and grief, where we keep slogging onward with our heads down against the storms raging around us. We climb up, inch by inch until we break free and are on the peaks where we can see the sun again and can look back and see the rainbow of promise and hope. While I would like to forget the horrors, bad memories and hard times in life, they serve a purpose in helping me to appreciate the moments of peace. So when I look back and remember not just those clips of horror from tv and movies, but also the daily fears and struggles, I will also remember long walks in meadows, finding flowers and hidden creeks, lying peacefully in the grass and dreaming of a future that I am living now where I have found peace.

I’m sorry, I’ve tried

I have most of a post written, but I keep falling asleep, and I have chapters to do for Witch’s Daughter, but I need a nap.

For explanation: I’m sleeping in the family room, because Dan is sleeping on the recliner, so he can be comfortable after surgery. The problem is I can’t be comfortable. I also can’t be away, because he’s still unbalanced, and I’m afraid he’ll get up, fall, and I won’t hear him. But I’m one of those people who sleeps on her bed, in one position. I don’t even like hotel beds, with rare exceptions.

So– I can’t.

Post tomorrow. I’m going to nap and do chapters for the serialization. And maybe putter around with one of the almost done novels after.

Sorry.

Blog Funding Day 7 of 15

THE NORMAL DAILY POST IS BENEATH THIS ONE.

Hey, what do you know. Posting boobs worked!
Continuing on a theme, have some tits. What’s best? The tagging on this assures me they’re GREAT tits. So, have some GREAT tits. (They are very pretty.)

And I promise a Great Big Fat Tit at the end.

Now, for the serious side: This blog takes up a lot of my life. And when I’m not feeling well — yes, Dan had surgery but I managed to catch a cold at the hospital — sometimes all I can do is the blog. You can tell because I end up posting really late. So, in a way it’s my job, and therefore, yeah, okay, I should be paid for it. This is a realization that took me a long time, and somewhere up in heaven, Jerry Pournelle is laughing that he finally won that argument.

Yes, I write fiction, but funding the blog will help me offload some of the other not-writing stuff I do which make it even harder to find time for writing. Like maintaining the blog links — note that there are new ones, please — and maybe even (aspirational) getting my writer’s website as well as that promotional site for writers to the right of Lenin set up.

And hey, maybe I’ll have time to write more fiction and that will make me so much money I won’t need to run funding days next year. (And probably twice more before December because, yeah. This year!) It could happen.
But that’s not THIS year….

So, because it’s been brought to my attention that people actually like to be patrons of the arts — or in the case of this blog — the craft (No, not that craft, silly. Whatever this is, it ain’t witchcraft) I have set up three ways to help fund the blog.

(And yes, last year’s donors will get their rewards, even if I’ve been impossibly slow. No, I won’t bore you with why. I’ll just shut up and work on fulfilling promises.)

The first is Give Send Go. They forbid the use of incentives to donors. So if you give via GSG you’re doing it for the satisfaction of helping According to Hoyt stay up and for me to be compensated for my work. Yes, that total is scary but I never intended for it to be carried by GSG alone. That’s the funding goal for all methods, for the year. A keeping-track-of goal, you might say. To donate to Give Send Go: Link Here.

But if you want to get something for your donation, and particularly if you want to incentivize (totally a word) my fiction writing: I’ve started a substack called Chapter House, in which I’m serializing two novels, one fantasy and one Space Opera, at two chapters a week. (The idea is for Witch’s Daughter to get two new chapters on Wednesday, and Winter Prince two on Friday. because July is h*ll this year (Fun with DOCTORS! People and cat doctors. Yeah) these might slip for the next two/three weeks. After that they won’t.
Go to Chapter House, read the free portion of the books, and consider subscribing to receive the updates. You get a chance to read the novels as they unroll and perhaps to talk/argue about them. You’ll also get them at the end in ebook format. (I’ll try to have a free story once a month or so, for the free subscribers, but no promises) Anyway, to subscribe to Chapter House, the link is: Here.

And for those of you who have Patreon and just want to donate in a system you already have, I have one of those, and I will be posting life events, and excised scenes, and art, and … well, be warned, likely cat stuff. Because I’m owned by cats. Anyway, to donate on Patreon, please: Go here.

Finally, if you must send things by snailmail, yes, we accept checks, cash, and cat pictures. Do not send pictures of our cats, though. We’ve already seen those.

304 S. Jones Blvd, Suite 6771
Las Vegas, NV 89107

Mind Virus

News Flash: You ain’t Tokyo Rose. Further news flash: No one is paying you to spread fear and despondency. So I guess you’re doing it pour l’amour or le sport, uh?

Look, everyone gets scared, okay? And sometimes you’re so terrified you just blurt it out. You can’t stop it. You partly need reassurance, and partly the nightmare is trying to come out. I’ve been known to do, but I usually do it in a small group, who then beat me about the face and head. Until I stop doing it.

Because let’s be real: The nightmare you’re having is a nightmare. It’s composed mostly of the narrative of every movie you’ve watched. It won’t actually work in real life.

I will grant you that’s what the left is trying to make happen. They watched the same movies. Worse, they made those movies. But it’s not real.

Note I’m not immune to them. I’m also narrativium poisoned. My only advantages in this are two: I’ve seen a country (much smaller and more vulnerable) come apart once, and it’s not like the movies. In fact, if you need a motto, let it be “THIS IS NOT A MOVIE. IT WON’T HAPPEN LIKE THAT.” Even in the middle of utter chaos order remains. And the enemy’s plan ALSO does not survive contact with reality.

AND I’m a massive, clinical depressive who doesn’t want to be treated. No judgement on anyone who gets treatment, okay? It’s just that a) I like to know what I’m thinking with is my thinking meat. and b) I know what lies buried in mom’s family tree, and the tendency of anything I take to have bizarre side effects. As a friend told me, who refuses to take pain meds for fear of becoming a mass murderer “you don’t want to know what me on those rare side effects would be or do. Neither do I.”

So, my only means of controlling depression is what I call “Continuous reality checking.”

Which means I think through things, and go on the instances of what has actually happened in the past. Which is rarely what people are afraid of/Hollywood pushes.

So when I posted yesterday’s post, someone took that picture of rural solitude and said “Until the hordes from the city arrive.” Head>desk.

What hordes? This is one of the most persistent myths, and it is totally Hollywood fueled.

It only survives if you don’t think of real life, and what real life looks like. We’ve done a lot of driving these last three years, while rarely leaving the west (and that only one trip.) There is a lot — A LOT — of rural solitude out there. Miles and miles of miles and miles, and fields tended by robotic machinery. Maybe a farmhouse in the distance.

Now those farmhouses would be awfully easy to overpower. Probably. I mean, I happen to know what some of those people have in their outbuildings because I come from a family that had things in their outbuildings. Even not counting “armed to the teeth” there are parts of this country I do not encourage you to invade. But yeah, you could probably overpower one or two farm houses. Except this is not the 1930s. People would find out. And the next farmhouse, anyone trying to overpower it would be in a world of hurt.

But even then you need to unpack it further: Who is going to do the overpowering?

Sure, maybe they can get the army in. And that’s a shortcut to that incident that sets fire to the powder keg. But otherwise? Uh…. So, they’ve been trying. They even tried to show people how to do it. Yep, that was that OWS and BLM were all about. “If we show the proles how to revolt.” It didn’t work. Both movements remained movements of hired hands and psychos. (Most of them white, btw.) And neither moved on to the country side. Because urban populations don’t. Because they don’t organize well, and even agents provocateurs have problem organizing them. Because the countryside is armed, and small towns have a weird cohesiveness that makes strangers stick out like a sore thumb. Because between the city and “targets of opportunity” there’s miles and miles of miles and miles. Because small towns have notoriously poor looting. Because, because, because.

I stand by my predictions for when/if EBT cards fail: a population trained for this for generations will only burn their own neighborhood, then sit down waiting for the cameras. Because it always worked in the past. And that’s what humans do, preferentially.

Yes, it will change if REAL famine is involved, but that’s not EBT that’s “total collapse of society”. Because before that, churches move in and treat the inner cities like we treat Haiti or parts of Africa when a need is perceived. “Bury them in donations.”

And even real famine…. well…. look, I grew up rural, and I have no idea how one butchers a cow. My expertise stops at chickens. I could figure out rabbits. But other than that? Yeah, no. And people who never really cooked, which is a problem for our welfare class? Yeah. No. There just aren’t a ton of McDonalds and such to loot in the countryside.

Then put in the size of this country and variable climates.

Sure, okay, you can hurt people. But even that, not on a grand scale, and it might be indistinguishable from meth heads committing theft and arson in rural areas.

It just does NOT happen that way. It’s not the way it works.

And with just about everything, when you imagine apocalyptic scenarios, that’s actually impossible.

You have to remember that you too are under the influence of the same stories that activate the left. You just don’t think they’re wonderful, but you don’t see the holes unless you really stare at it.

Stare at it.

This is not the end of the world. This is not the great revolution.

This is the equivalent of trying to build up the Berlin wall while others are demolishing it. That’s what the left is doing.

The strange idea that communism would win in the end was just communist propaganda. That’s the only strength they ever had. And now even that is losing its power. Because we have alternative media and other means.

The only reason the USSR even survived as long as it did was the connivance and help of the richest country in the world.

I’m not saying — AND I WANT YOU TO UNDERSTAND I’M NOT SAYING — it’s all going to be sweetness and roses.

We’re in a really bad spot, and good people are going to get hurt before this is fixed. Plus decades of wealth and advance in health and science are going to be sacrificed.

But this is not the end. And when you run around posting fear-porn, what are you helping?

Because the only way they hold on, even for a little while, is if we give up and self-defeat.

You’re not Tokyo Rose. And no one is paying you.

Be not afraid. We win, they lose.

This one is going to hurt like a mother, but we’ll be okay in the end.

View From Normal Street

First, housekeeping: I didn’t mean to skip posting today. I figured Dan was having surgery, not me. I could wait in the waiting room and do blog posting.

The best laid plans of Sarah, etc. So, the hospital is basically a farraday cage. Not for everyone, because people next to me were on their phones, but for our phones and service. Neither Dan nor I could get service on our phones. Which since my plan was to pair the laptop with the phone, meant I couldn’t post till I got out.

And while the surgery — went fine, thank you, and no, not knees yet, just double hernias — was only two hours, we were there from 7 am to 3:30 pm.

Then I had to go out and get his pain meds, and also stuff he will eat while not feeling great. (Soft stuff, since he was intubated.)

Anyway, all this to say I’m not doing a fundraising post or even a real regular post today. Just this one. I’ll just run the fundraiser through the 6th instead of the fifteenth.

And now… As happens being in the waiting room forever, unable to use my laptop for posting means I listened to real people.

Guys, I keep telling you we’re not normal. Most people are aware things are grossly wrong, but not how wrong, nor of the malice and evil behind it.

I was listening to a large extended family from one of the small towns around here, salt of the Earth type people, obviously on the right and not stupid and… oh dear.

  • Fox news is about the only source of news they know that is not outright leftist, so they’re trusting a lot of it.
  • One of the men is more adventurous on it, and was citing other sources, probably to be fair online. Maybe pjm.
  • They are aware there’s a lot of things they don’t know/don’t get told, and it’s making them uncomfortable. They’re starting to think they’re not getting an answer on the cocaine in the white house and they remember they don’t know who leaked the supreme court decision striking down roe v wade, and they’re trying not to be angry, but there’s an element of panic behind the voices.
  • They are REALLY REALLY REALLY upset at the Bidens not owning the seventh grandchild. To me, in the list of their malfeasance this is tiny, minor, irrelevant. To them this is horrendous and really bad.
  • They are very very upset not over funding Ukraine, but the fact that Ukraine is not actually getting what we’re supposedly sending her. (Which I know but some of you might not) and they want an audit.
  • They were very disturbed by the reports that Biden is mean and abusive in private. And “Surely not, unless it’s dementia poor man.”
  • They are very upset at all the Biden gaffes and not sure what to make of it.

I’ll point out this is when I lost it and pointed out that before he was old, he was rock bottom stupid, and that he’s always been a malicious, angry, evil man. Poor things. I don’t know if the worst part was hearing the unspeakable said boldly, or if it was hearing it said boldly in the Helga accent that manifests when speaking in public to strangers.

However, what I got was the image of people who know something is wrong and despite themselves keep running into things they can’t explain away. But they don’t know what to make of it. And they’re utterly terrified of admitting how far wrong things are.

Part of it is the sort of blind confidence that people in high position can’t be COMPLETE SH*THEELS and that somehow someone in charge must be keeping us from the worst.

May G-d have mercy on their souls. There is to their talk the feel that they know. They know. They just refuse to admit what they know.

We are in fact, in the situation that leads to a Romanian Surprise. Everyone knows. They just don’t admit it, particularly to themselves. And everyone is furious, but still saying loudly “It’s a wonderful day” lest people end up in the cornfield.

This could turn on a dime tomorrow. Or five years from now. I don’t think longer than that, because the situation is too tense for that. And there’s a limit how long you can lalalalalala while the people in power are trying to actively destroy you.

Or we could, if we are terribly lucky and a miracle occurs, turn the ship around without a sudden catastrophic explosion.

But that’s not the way I’d bet. Blundering willfully blind around a warehouse filled with dynamite is going to end up in tears. Or shards.

Blog Funding Days, 7 of 15

THE DAILY POST IS BELOW.

ALSO BEFORE STARTING THE RITUALIZED BEGGING, AN IMPORTANT AND JOYOUS ANNOUNCEMENT: DAVE FREER WON THE PROMETHEUS AWARD WITH HIS NOVEL CLOUD-CASTLES.
If you haven’t read it, go here to buy it. (Yeah, yeah #commission earned.)

NOW: Blog Funding Days, 7 of 15.

Someone told me my blog would fund if I posted a picture of a pair of boobies, so with deep confusion, here it is:

And very nice boobies they are! I guess there’s a lot of bird lovers around, yes?

Okay, ladies, gentlemen and small invertebrates: This here blog doesn’t write itself, the comments don’t manage themselves, and I spend a sizeable amount of my work day dealing with bloggy matters. My non-work days too, as Sunday must also be worked in, or I must do posting in advance. And don’t get me started about cons or vacations, particularly when in other time zones.

So, because it’s been brought to my attention that people actually like to be patrons of the arts — or in the case of this blog — the craft (No, not that craft, silly. Whatever this is, it ain’t witchcraft) I have set up three ways to help fund the blog.

(And yes, last year’s donors will get their rewards, even if I’ve been impossibly slow. No, I won’t bore you with why. I’ll just shut up and work on fulfilling promises.)

The first is Give Send Go. They forbid the use of incentives to donors. So if you give via GSG you’re doing it for the satisfaction of helping According to Hoyt stay up and for me to be compensated for my work. Yes, that total is scary but I never intended for it to be carried by GSG alone. That’s the funding goal for all methods, for the year. A keeping-track-of goal, you might say. To donate to Give Send Go: Link Here.

But if you want to get something for your donation, and particularly if you want to incentivize (totally a word) my fiction writing: I’ve started a substack called Chapter House, in which I’m serializing two novels, one fantasy and one Space Opera, at two chapters a week. (The idea is for Witch’s Daughter to get two new chapters on Wednesday, and Winter Prince two on Friday. because July is h*ll this year (Fun with DOCTORS! People and cat doctors. Yeah) these might slip for the next two/three weeks. After that they won’t.
Go to Chapter House, read the free portion of the books, and consider subscribing to receive the updates. You get a chance to read the novels as they unroll and perhaps to talk/argue about them. You’ll also get them at the end in ebook format. (I’ll try to have a free story once a month or so, for the free subscribers, but no promises) Anyway, to subscribe to Chapter House, the link is: Here.

And for those of you who have Patreon and just want to donate in a system you already have, I have one of those, and I will be posting life events, and excised scenes, and art, and … well, be warned, likely cat stuff. Because I’m owned by cats. Anyway, to donate on Patreon, please: Go here.

Finally, if you must send things by snailmail, yes, we accept checks, cash, and cat pictures. Do not send pictures of our cats, though. We’ve already seen those.

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Boobs

There is a particular style to feminist whining. My “favorite” is the hundred meter synchronized competition in attributing male awkwardness or any form of marketing (even covers, which are a subset of traditional publishing, which is a business dominated by females and aimed at females) to malice and patriarchy. Even when — especially when — men suffer the exact same thing, and often twice as bad.

Like, you know, the way women are dressed and posed in science fiction and fantasy covers. Because REEEEE sexism and objectification of something. Midwit feminists — particularly males — are fond of doing parodies of those covers by posing males in those positions/similar outfits. Yes, it looks ridiculous. Let’s be fair, me, a blobby woman of late middle age would also look ridiculous.

The reason for that is that cover models, male or female are by definition beautiful, or at least attractive to the eye.

But the truly ridiculous thing, besides the “we hate men even more than you do” of the “male” feminists, is the fact that none of them — NONE — ever seem to look at genres where most of the writers and readers are women and therefore the marketing is ALL to women (as arguably it is these days in fantasy, but never mind.) Because there the male cover models are twice as objectified. Or, you know, displayed to borderline indecency, but — always — with the face cut off. Because who cares about the face? We’ll fantasize about that while gazing at the expanse of pecs, or something.

That, somehow, is not objectification or sexism, because it’s women doing it, and women lack the power, because women say they lack the power, and therefore it must be true, since women have the power to declare the way things are in our current day and age.

Er… Or at least that’s my observation.

In fact, feminist whining is strongest against offenses that never happened in the realm of ever.

For instance, some months (years? There’s been episodes over and over) there was synchronized 100 post whining on the subject of how male authors describe women’s breasts.

I have to say most of the quotes they were putting up sounded about as real as woke 8 year olds being afraid Trump will get elected and that they have to stop eating estradiol in their cheerios. Or something.

Because I read just about everything, from paleontology to romance, passing by such male-heavy fields as mil sf and thrillers. And I’ve been in writers’ groups with everyone from rawest beginners to bestsellers. And I’ve never found anyone — not one person, not even a beginner — describing a woman by talking about her pert breasts and stiff nipples. I think the only place that would be described like that (As opposed to referred to, in APPROPRIATE circumstances, like when the characters are in bed or in a sexual situation) is in erotica. And there simply AIN’T much erotica written by men, because there isn’t much erotica READ by men. It’s not that men are pure of heart. They’re simply more interested in visual representations of sex — like movies or pictures — than in writing. I suspect the only male-written erotica is Lesbian erotica, because every male writer starts out by having the bright idea that it will make him millions, before realizing that other men (and most lesbians) prefer to watch porn than reading it, and that — despite advertisements to the contrary — straight females don’t find lesbian porn sexy in the slightest. So, yeah, I have never read that.

But somehow, again, I suspect that those male-written faux pas are as imaginary as the woke 8 year olds who want mommy to explain why evil Republicans want to kill everyone.

Even if they were true, they wouldn’t be half as bizarre as the things I’ve read in (mostly romances and/or fan fic) written by women pertaining to male anatomy. From the idea that some men put out an electrical current through their parts, to penises of unusual size (really unusual. My favorite being the one that would have dragged on the ground. That one was SF too) to penises that bend and fold while erect (look, people, I don’t even have those parts, and they’re tried to retract into my body while reading that.) Or the way men talk. Or– I mean, if I were really mean I would pass them on to my male friends for mocking every time I stumbled on one of those. (Some of these authors are supposedly married. And have children. Who must have been virgin births because these women have obviously never seen a penis in real life.)

But I don’t. I don’t because my friends aren’t whiners. And because for the despised and mocked underclass to complain doesn’t do any good.

…. Am I saying that men are the despised and mocked underclass?

Yes, yes, I am. Particularly in cultural venues.

No, seriously. Take this … thing circulating, including in my groups:

Do you believe that? Because if you do, I have some land to sell you. In Florida. Maybe, sort of undersea, but what a bargain!

Seriously. Those of you who read a lot and across the board: Have you ever read any male author describing a woman’s chest as breasting boobily? Even in fanfic? Without its being ON PURPOSE TO BE FUNNY?

Because I not only haven’t, but I can’t imagine anyone doing it. And mind you, I have mentored writers’ groups composed of 14 year old boys. They just didn’t refer to women’s chests at all, and if pushed might drop something stupid in like “Big breasted.” (Though none of them ever did.)

Breasting boobily? REALLY? Not even the rawest of beginners. Unless they were on purpose trying to get your goat.

That this claim can be made in public and that people take it seriously and joke about it, as though men in general wrote like that, tells you what men are in the culture: The underclass, that can be safely mocked. And whose stupidity and sins everyone assumes to such an extent that no one even questions the stupidest and most unlikely accusations.

It was that way in black face acts, and in various vaudeville mocking either Jews or homosexuals, or whoever was in disfavor in whichever society at the time the act was performed.

There is always a group that is safe to laugh at and complain about. That’s always the despised minority.

Right now? That is men. Mostly straight men, though gay men aren’t treated all that well either.

That this is done while reeing about the patriarchy and muh feminist oppression is just the cherry on top of the self-delusion Sunday.

My G-d have pity on these deranged harpies, male and female both, when the worm turns (which it inevitably always does.) Those of us who have had about enough of their shit won’t.

I’m only sorry that decent females, including the ones yet unborn, will pay for the sins of these despicable hyenas who display their privilege by pretending oppression.