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Since the Covid panic porn has managed, if nothing else, to scare my mother, she recently accused me of thinking I “am smarter than everyone else.”

(Because in her mind everyone else is panicked and terrified of the new variant from France, and– and she won’t listen when I tell her that if it were needed to be as locked down/careful as they are over there, everyone in the US would be dead with the possible exceptions of CA and NYC, but that’s not what the numbers show.)

Of course I don’t. My super-power, if you can call it that — most of the time it’s a pain and a headache — has nothing to do with being smarter — though frankly reading everything from everywhere and retaining a weird hodge podge of facts does help, for values of help — but with never looking in the expected direction.

Back in the nineties, when people were talking about thinking outside the box, I realized I couldn’t even find the box, and often what I was doing was tacking towards the box from outer space. This means I very often have absolutely no clue why people are worried about something, because I’m worried about something completely different.

But it also means — as was obvious through my schooling career and in business meetings when I had an office job — that I often home in on the one thing that no one else saw, because they were so busy looking in the other direction and debating other things.

And this often means I find problems with things that people on the right are “trooping all together” convinced this is the answer

Such was the case recently with “Mass Formation Psychosis”. There’s a brief history here, and the video is linked.

Okay, yeah, I know, Twitter has banned people for talking about it, and youtube banned Joe Rogan over it and and and….

Look, I’m not saying that this process isn’t what the left thinks it’s doing. I’m just saying that it’s not for the reasons given, and that none of it makes much sense, besides bringing up “you kids get off my lawn” memories starting when I was really young.

Let’s start with the video I linked, which annoyed the living daylights out of me by appearing be trying to hypnotize. (I don’t look at the images and had it on 2x the speed, but when I checked on the progression, that’s the feel I got.)

And then let’s move to the theory: the theory is that when people feel disconnected from each other, and people feel things are going wrong, a determined media campaign can create a reality in people’s minds completely divorced from reality.

The examples given are pre-Nazi Germany and…. 2019?

Now, I don’t know about you, but 2019 didn’t impress me as a particularly fractured year. Yeah, the woke were gamboling through the media, as they’ve done…. oh, the last 20 years. And yeah, people were getting cancelled for political reasons, as they have my entire adult life (at least now it’s in the open.)

So, I had no clue what the heck the guy proposing the theory thought was so bad about 2019. You can tell he doesn’t either, because he tries to bluster his way past it, by talking about kids always on their cellphones…. yeah. No. If anything the kids are hyper-connected.

Also, as far as I know there as no disconnection in pre-Nazi Germany, until the Nazi propaganda created it, so that too is insanity. I guess it was those kids, always on their radios or something, uh?

There was poverty, confusion, rapidly changing circumstances — which frankly is more like now than 2019 — but not “disconnection.”

So it sounds to me like having identified that “When you drive people crazy by mass media, they go crazy” this person tacked on a prelude and came up with the solution of being more local and making friends locally and– (Not that I think there’s anything wrong with that. I just don’t think it has anything to do with the problem. It’s like “Oh, your hair is falling out. Eat more pumpkin, because it’s always good for you.” Not a lie, (maybe, not fond of pumpkin) but not a remedy.)

What both epochs have in common is massive shifts in communication. And if you look at it from that point of view, you see they’re not the same thing, but brackets on the end of the mass media age.

Mass media — radio, mostly, but documentary movies also– were used to create a reality more compelling than reality itself for the German people, which is why they let their “leaders” do horrible things. Because what “everybody knew” was being fed to them from media that they were convinced carried “reality.”

Arguably this is still happening in Europe, and to an extent even in Australia and other parts of the rest of the world. (DEFINITELY Canada.)

The big exception is the US, which, as the last elections showed, is out of the mass media era by a hair’s breadth. I.e. despite the most concerted mass media campaign against Trump, people still voted for him in numbers such that despite all the fraud laid in, they had to fraud in front of everyone at the last minute. And despite their attempts at keeping us terrified, most of the country has had enough of Covid theater. And despite their attempts to make the Junta the bestest thing ever, we’re not buying, and despite–

Why? Because we are in the realm of personalized media, with blogs and various peer-to-peer coms program that allows groups to talk and dissent, and realize they’re not alone.

Now, the rest of the world has dissension too, but it necessitates face to face interaction, which the covid nonsense was designed (still is) to prevent.

The left was losing the train, as shown by Brexit and Trump’s election, and they are making a final hail-mary play to get the total control they want.

Only in the US…. it’s not working quite as planned. Enough to make us super-uncomfortable, but not enough to make us obey.

Mass Formation Psychosis? A fancy term for “Concerted mass media propaganda campaigns work, if relentless, all over the world and shrill enough.”

They work…. for a time at least.

But they don’t work everywhere, even for a time. And it doesn’t seem to work for us, or not as advertised.

Is the whole thing what the technocrats think they’re doing? Possibly. For them 2019 MIGHT have seemed like the world coming apart, as things Trump did proved their conceits wrong. For us? Revelatory, but not like that.

This might explain, btw, why the panic bit the left harder. WAY harder.

So, is the way out going local and making local contacts, and–

Uh…. why?

I mean, sure it can be. Particularly for us, political junkies, just going to the park and seeing people walk around can help (If in a non-masked area.)
But is that the way out? Again, why?

To a great extent the Covid nonsense has isolated us enough locally that many people don’t have contacts anymore, and that you can rebuild.

But why should you eschew online contacts and forums, other than the fact someone doesn’t like “Those kids on their cell phones?”

I think what they perceive as division is that we no longer trust the narrative of the one (largely leftist) media megaphone.

That’s too bad, so sad.

It could be argued that any people who speaks or thinks of current events in one unified voice is by definition not a free people.

Approach information your own way. Find your own answers. Stop looking for “unity” with a bunch of complete strangers. If you need unity and love that much, get married. Or join a group with the same goals (A small one. Large groups don’t work on that.)

If we’re not all looking in the same direction, it’s impossible to become fixated on the same things.

We’ll get out of this the only way one can get out of it: by rejecting mass information and the one true narrative.

Let’s be individuals, and fail to organize. We’ll each take a different path in dismantling this ridiculous, overarching illusion they’re trying to impose on us.

That’s the one thing they never count on: free individuals.

They won’t know what hit them.

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FROM LEIGH KIMMEL: Technoserf

The Madrian Empire rules worlds as numerous as the grains of sand on a beach. When the Madrians conquered Roby’s homeworld, they brought him to this godforsaken lump of a world, to toil at their will.

Now the Gate has failed, leaving them without communications or transport to the rest of the Empire. When Roby identifies the problem, he’s offered a chance to fix it.

Roby now faces a quandry. Even if he can repair the damage, should he? Will he be better off reunited with the masters’ metropole? Or will he only complicate a difficult life?

FROM DWIGHT R. DECKER *translator*: Ini: A Novel from the 21st Century

First published in German in 1810 and never before translated into English, Julius von Voss’s INI: A Novel from the 21st Century is a long-lost classic utopian novel. The setting is the world of the 2090s as imagined by an author writing nearly 300 years before, when the Industrial Revolution was just barely getting started. Teams of trained eagles pulling balloons, whales harnessed to a floating island, a gigantic umbrella sheltering an entire city… the marvels keep on coming. INI is also a love story, as the hero spends the novel striving to make himself worthy of the title heroine in the most literal way. Much of the novel is a tour of the world of the future: after traveling through Europe and then North America, the hero meets with disaster in the Arctic and finds himself marooned at the North Pole. With its detailed vision of history and science for the next three centuries, INI is considered by some to be the first German science-fiction novel. While a product of its time for better or worse, it is sometimes whimsical, sometimes eccentric, and always imaginative. Long hidden behind the language barrier and known only by its title from a few scattered references, INI is now available in English to science-fiction historians and others interested in early fantastic fiction. Includes vintage illustrations as well as historical and translation notes that put the story in context.

FROM ANNA FERREIRA: A Capital Whip: A Pride and Prejudice Sequel

An invalid for much of her life, Miss Anne de Bourgh has precisely one accomplishment: carriage driving. She is proud of her skill with reins and whip, and justifiably so.

But when another young lady moves into the neighborhood, and challenges Anne’s place as the most accomplished driver in Hunsford, Anne must prove to herself, to her beloved horses, and to her family that she is worthy of the name de Bourgh, and she does not shrink away from a challenge.

FROM NATHAN C. BRINDLE: Autumn’s Smile: A short fantasy (Seasons Book 3)https://amzn.to/3FewE8G

“Maybe it won’t be so difficult to believe someone who used to be a pagan Norse Valkyrja, and still acts in the capacity of a Norse semi-demi-hemi god at the orders of Odin All-Father, is going to tell what’s more or less a Christmas story…”

The former Valkyrja Sigrdrifa, now the very American pioneer wife Sarah Randall — who just happens to be the Queen of Autumn — tells a story of the historical Deep Snow of 1830-31 in the American Midwest, as she and two other former Asgardians attempt to control the runaway heavy weather that began in the fall of 1830, while out of the woods come four children from a neighboring homestead with a tale of woe.

Will a visit by the Ancient Wanderer cheer things up as the Solstice approaches?

FROM ELLEN KEENAN: Delta.

“Her piercing eyes cut into Beth’s facade, exposing her fear. The tension in the air was fierce, but the weather of the new location remained unchanged and mild. It was like an eternal springtime. Surrounding them, the roughly painted delta radiated with power that seemed almost electric.”

The life of 16-year-old Beth is relatively normal. Until one day, her reality is shattered, and she awakens in a strange new world. At first, it seems perfect, almost too perfect. But as Beth adapts to her surroundings, she finds nothing is as it seems. In a society where secrets are buried in the soil, Beth must learn to fight, lie, and possibly even love.

FROM CHRISTOPHER WOERNER: The Facts of Roses

Side A: Current events, the world is falling apart
Side B: Pop culture
Side C: A discussion about Cerebus

As always, little tidbits are included in-between each essay. With current events, they’re news headlines. With pop culture, they’re random jokes I threw in. The essays on each side are in chronological order, the headlines/jokes are in chronological order but the two do not mix.

FROM D. JASON FLEMING: Jules Verne’s The Vanished Diamond

In 1880s South Africa, French chemical engineer Victor Cyprien has discovered the process to create a synthetic diamond, creating a very large diamond that gets christened “The Star of the South”. When it is stolen, he and his compatriots pursue the thieves across the African veldt.

This lesser-known classic by Jules Verne is remarkable not for its science fictional speculation, but for its singular portrait of its main character.

FROM ALMA T. C. BOYKIN: Wolf of the World: The Elect: Story the First

One searches for oil. The other searches for revenge.

Gregor watches Americans searching for oil in Carpathian Poland. As the Americans grow frustrated by their lack of success, Gregor grows fascinated by Linda, the petrogeologist. His master, Lord Ivan Bethlán, shares that fascination, and demands that Gregor bring Linda to him.

Linda just wants to find oil and get home to Houston. She does not care for being watched – or stalked – and confronts the large black dog haunting the woods near the survey team’s camp. Taken by his politeness and excellent German, Linda starts to wonder. Why is he so well-spoken? And who is the master who Gregor will not name?

A geologist and a Calvinist werewolf must join forces to stop a monster.

A dark fantasy with romance elements.

FROM BECKY R. JONES: Night Mage

After fighting a demon in the middle of Philadelphia, Zoe O’Brien wants nothing more than to return to her normal, if stress-filled, life as an assistant professor of history at Summerfield College. But she’s an Elemental mage and that means when there’s potential magical trouble on campus, the squirrels come to her.

Who or what is the dark presence moving around campus? Why is it here and what does it want? Zoe struggles to come to terms with her mage powers and the leadership role her colleagues have given her. Complicating everything are all the papers that have to be graded, classes that need to be prepped, and most importantly, cats that require attention. Oh, yeah. She might actually have a boyfriend as well.

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.

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.

If you have questions, feel free to ask.

Your writing prompt this week is: CORAGEOUS

Yesterday, on younger son’s advice I decided to try something new: sleep when tired.

This started out as being up for half an hour and sleeping for two hours, until nighttime when I managed to be up for almost three hours…. then slept for 12.

I woke up feeling WAY better. Cough is gone while standing — though I know I’ll need cough syrup when I lie down — and I’m only sluggish, not permanently tired.

So, I thought I should tell you guys, so you don’t worry.

Younger son and only husband are also doing better, and now drinking lemon tea.

This thing of sleeping when tired is revolutionary, and frankly I’m not sure I trust it, but who knows? It might continue working.

Should be okay for promo post tomorrow, and working too.

Don’t set fire to the blog while I’m sleeping.

One or my favorite scenes in any movie is in Lady Hawk when the thief, having done something that’s morally bad and it works, starts yelling at the sky, “Lord? What am I supposed to learn from this?”

I’d be yelling that, if my throat didn’t feel like it was on fire, and if I had even a little bit of energy.

For a week now, I’ve been having this cold. It’s not the world’s worst cold, except it came in with really high fevers. How high? Well, I don’t have a thermometer (This is a lie. I do, but it’s in a box, somewhere) but it’s that level of fever where you feel like this:

You feel like you’re roasting to the level it’s near-painful, your eyeballs feel like they’re sweating, and if you self-combusted it wouldn’t even surprise you a bit.

And then I got a little cough, and I was okay. ….. maybe. I mean my throat hurt like hell, and the cough kept getting worse and worse.

Yesterday was like “Am I getting better or worse?”

Today answered it. The day has defeated me with one hour of being awake. The throat pain has diminished some, or at least is responding to pain killers. I’m just SO tired I can barely carry a thought.

It’s been almost a week. What the heck? I don’t take this long to kick colds.

And the worst part? This is the second time.

First time? 2020, last week, I made a plan for what to write/when. I was all set for my most productive year yet, and then I caught what was probably the Wuflu first week of the year. And it flattened me for a month. I got nothing done. Just as I was getting ready to work the world went insane.

Lord? I know I have a plan for what to write. Look, I’m only mortal. I need these things.

But that’s no reason to visit Son of 2020 This Time It’s Annoying on me.

WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO LEARN FROM THIS?

Extract from the diary of Abigail Keeva-Remy, aged 14:

December is just no fun at all, except at the end. In December, as observant USAians we fast and freeze in memory of Valley Forge, when the USAian cause seemed dead before birth.

I imagine it’s very difficult for my friends who are observant Christians to prepare for joy and fast and freeze. Though they tell me it’s also a penitential time, of preparing your soul to receive the redeemer. I wouldn’t know. Dad says that my grandparent’s religion is revolution. I’m not sure what he means by that, but he doesn’t seem pleased by it. And Christianity was forbidden so long they retain an habit of secrecy, so it’s hard to make them explain fully.

Oh, and I’m very glad my family is not that observant, so we’re not required to wear summer clothes for two weeks, even if it’s a blizzard out. But the temperature controls in the house never go above sixty, no matter what.

Till Christmas. On Christmas morning, while the newly legalized Christian faithful open gifts, and light up their trees, we light up our tree and houses too. Only our tree is an oak, the same we use for the high holy holidays in July, with red paper on the base to symbolize blood.

And then we eat gingerbread men shaped like hessian soldiers. You always bite their heads first. And you wish each other liberty and joy.

But in January, there’s another somber holiday, the last one in the string. My friends tell me for Christians it’s epiphany, and that it’s even harder to celebrate with the USAian holiday, because it’s the feast of G-d made manifest in the world.

I’d say ours is the feast of G-d working in the world through people, also. People who never give up, and keep fighting for what’s right.

Dad says it’s the anniversary of the Glorious Sixth. It wasn’t the end. It wasn’t even the beginning of the end. But it was people standing up for USAian ideals against one of the more serious attempts to destroy the Republic.

I don’t understand all the history yet. I probably will, someday. But dad says that we learn the history in the ritual, so it becomes part of us.

So on the sixth, we remember those who died or were unjustly imprisoned on sixth. Then we remember all those who died for Usaian ideals.

Of course, it’s impossible to remember them all. Some we never knew the name of, or it was lost in the turmoils. But we remember those we knew, and those in our own family.

We light a candle for each of those who purchased our ultimate freedom with their lives and share stories of our absent companions who fell in the dark years.

And eat apple pie salted with our tears by the light of those candles.

Apple Pie by Bill Reader

              

Tomorrow is the anniversary of the Honorable 6th.

I don’t know how you are planning on commemorating today. But let me tell you how I am commemorating it.

First, I’ve bought an apple pie, and a candle.

Second, I’ve spent some time locating the direction of Washington DC.

Tomorrow I’m going to go about my usual routine. I shall eat dinner as usual, although I intend fully to listen to a selection of patriotic songs as I do so.

Once I am finished with dinner, I am going to clean up the table, bring out the apple pie, and flip the bird in the direction of Washington DC. Both fingers, with gusto.

Then I am going to place my candle on my apple pie, and light it to the memory of Ashley Babbitt and the poor souls imprisoned and tortured by the Biden regime. I’ll remember the people still being held in solitary confinement, without proper food or hygiene, at the government’s leisure, while the government—remind yourself, this is ostensibly the government of a free people— pretends to get around to holding fair trials. Of course, it will be all be over the moment they agree to be a public turncoat, as we’ve seen.

 So I will say a little prayer for them. But I will say one other prayer also—a prayer for other victims of socialists around the world. I will pray for them all together— because all of them are. If you’re struck with disbelief that the American government is doing such things, consider instead that it is the Democratic government doing them. This is the result of a government staffed mostly by one political party.

What kind of a party? The party that protested on the streets because Islamic terrorists who devoted their entire lives to plotting the deaths of random American civilians, terrorists who were trying actively to kill American soldiers overseas when they were captured, were not receiving “fair trials”. But naturally, they are now denying fair trials to actual Americans who entered the capitol in protest. In, it has been pointed out, the same manner Leftist protestors did during the Kavanaugh confirmation. But it’s not hypocrisy. Where you live by principles, the Left lives by goals.

And the January 6th protestors were a threat to those goals. Not because the protestors wanted to destroy the system of American government, as the Left lied then, and lies now, but because the franchise that lies at the heart of it was being discarded, and their protest threatened to make people aware that it was being discarded. And it had to be discarded, you see, because that selfsame government had decided said franchise was a threat to Democracy—defined as “rule by Democrats”— and only the destruction of that franchise could save Democracy as so defined. It was therefore necessary to change electoral rules illegally at the last minute in order to permit fraud, and then refuse absolutely to allow audits. And to allow Democrat shock troops to threaten any judges the issue of audits was put before.

We’ll never know in detail how badly the franchise was damaged because an accounting of the wound was never allowed by the men standing over Lady Liberty with a knife. They told us everything was fine and she was resting, and that remains the semi-official line even today, though the pool of blood is soaking our shoes. A partial audit of what was not even by a country mile the most suspicious state demonstrated that they still got caught. And that was after everything else. After a mysterious warehouse fire “coincidentally” destroyed a huge number of Arizona ballots preventing them from ever being examined, after the routers needed to fully complete even the limited audit that was allowed were hastily re-appropriated for no well-defined reason. After a promise was secured not to allow a true signature-match audit— because that would have shredded whatever vestige of the benefit of the doubt the thieves had left after that parade of damning revelations.

In fact if there is anything we’ve learned since January 6th it’s that the protestors were more correct than they probably even knew. Perhaps more than some of them know even today, stuck as they are in the belly of the government whale. As for mister 81-million-votes, however many of those were actually cast by voters, future generations shall need to guess. Current ones are already guessing.

Once you understand that the goal was being threatened, you’ll see there’s nothing inconsistent at all about their policy. They defended the basic rights of people who wish to immiserate Americans and destroy America. They are torturing and denying the basic rights of people who wished to draw attention to the crime of the century— the theft of a nation. And doing it while busying themselves with their primary tasks—immiserating Americans and destroying America.

The protestors on the Honorable 6th were my fellow Americans. I know not what country their torturers hail from, but from all that they say, I know they don’t wish America well. Wherever it is, they seem to have learned their manners and politics from the East Germans, the Soviets, and the National Socialists. Perhaps we shall see these creatures at our own Nuremburg someday, and find out whose orders they were following.

But tomorrow is not, alas, that day. Maybe if we can beat the fraud apparatus just once more, we will find within this nation the will and ability to rip the gears out of that fatal machine, and expose the architects pulling the levers inside it. With the help of the brave perhaps we can again be the home of the free. The… energetic effort by the White House handlers, working tirelessly behind the shambling embarrassment that is Joe Biden to dismantle this country to its studs, has done remarkable damage—but it is breeding nemesis. There may be coming an electoral backlash so profound that even fraud as blatant as what we have seen cannot touch it.

And I hope dearly that is the case, because I want nothing less than to see a real insurrection in the United States. If one happens then there will be no going back. We will no longer be a damaged country but a fallen one. The successor will be an open question. If you’re sitting around hoping for one, all I can say is that you can’t hope to keep the baby when the bathwater, bathtub, and bathroom are violently ejected into the middle distance. We’ll be better off fixing the corrupt mess that we have, and showing future generations that corrupt messes can be fixed, than leaving future generations nothing more to hope for than a descent into pre-civilizational chaos each time the parasites outgrow the host.

But if that message or the message that surrender to the parasites is all a man can hope for, if the only alternative is a legacy of oppression in silence, then I also know the lesser of two evils. I pray that the American government has enough vestigial sense not to do things that demand a true rebellion. The major players have all the resources they need to ensure for themselves comfortable retirements wherever they like, if they aren’t stupid enough to push it. But their overblown reaction to the protest on the 6th is concerning. If they want to stigmatize resistance to the government so early and so hard, how much more do they plan to do to justify and demand not just protest, but more? Do the coordinated walk-backs of the COVID restrictions, now that much of the American populace has gotten sick of them and started ignoring them, hint at some vestige of sense? I don’t know. I hope. I hope.

And then, having expressed my own disdain for our miserable aristocrats, and having said a prayer to the memory of those killed and those languishing at the hands of the same socialist scourge that has throttled other societies and is trying to destroy ours, I will have a slice of apple pie.

Because I, unlike the people holding the J6 protestors hostage, am an American. I hold in contempt any man who thinks he is better than me merely because he can threaten me with force. I support those who defend the integrity of the vote—that is, those who want all fair and legitimate votes counted, and only those votes counted, as opposed to the charlatans encouraging people to root for more votes, from any source, for any reason, from the same person twice or thrice, from people claiming to be people who didn’t show up, from people giving home addresses from nonexistent places, from illegals, from people who were taken advantage of by ballot harvesters, from nobody at all but a printer in a lonely office somewhere. I especially support people willing to stand up to people who want to see America destroyed, and on January 6th that choice is clear. Though a government composed of perhaps millions of people and trillions of dollars, with the aid of their omnipresent media apparatus, wants you to see them as the innocent victims of the same people who also continue to suffer at their hands—even so, the choice is clear.

Because that contempt for aristocracy, and the protest we commemorate tomorrow, are as American as apple pie.

Home to Roost – by Professor Ornery Dragon

It appears as though the Democrats’ chickens are finally coming home to roost. In Philadelphia, Rep. Mary Gay Scanlon (D-PA) was carjacked and all her belongings stolen in broad daylight in FDR Park by a group of young black men. FDR Park is a very large park and golf course in the south of Philly, just a couple blocks west of the sports complex. It is not some little pocket park in a bad area of the city. Scanlon is a huge supporter of the defund the police movement and Philly DA Larry Krasner (a Soros creature). Jim Kenney, the erstwhile mayor of Philly, and another Krasner supporter was “appalled” to learn of the carjacking. It is to laugh. Hey, Jimmy-boy! Perhaps you should give the police more money and support!

In a Chicago suburb, an Illinois state senator (Kimberly Lightford, Democrat) was carjacked as well. Again in broad daylight. And in San Francisco, a growing wave of drug deal killings and overdoses in the Tenderloin (a notoriously bad area of the city), has finally drawn the attention of the city’s progressive mayor, London Breed (Democrat), whose call for stronger and more frequent policing of the area has caused her DA, Chesa Boudin (D-Soros funded and so progressive he makes progressives look conservative) to get mad at her.

In Oakland, California an NBC news crew was robbed of their cameras at gun point. Now, while many of us familiar with the area might say, “well, yeah, Oakland” it must be pointed out that in the years I lived in San Francisco, and the twenty-five years my parents lived there, I didn’t hear any stories like that. An entire news crew, held at gunpoint and robbed…wait for it…in broad daylight.

Finally, we’re seeing the consequences of the defund the police movement being noticed by the national news services. Fortunately nobody was injured in the two carjackings. Sadly, many people will die before Boudin does something about the Tenderloin. But we are seeing some chickens come home to roost. Those who support the defund the police idea are now victims of the crime wave they created.

It did take some high-profile victims for that to happen, but that indeed was only a matter of time. You know that if the carjacking had happened to your average Philadelphian or Chicagoan, the response would have made the Slowsky family look positively swift-footed.

In many cities the mayors and city council members who agitated for defunding the police have resorted to hiring private security for themselves while the city residents are left to fend for themselves. Yeah, that goes over well with voters.

In the Philadelphia case, the cops found the car, with all five carjackers in it, in Newark, Delaware (about 25 miles south of Philly) a few hours later. Please note that it wasn’t social workers who found the car and convinced the carjackers to pretty-please give it back. I seriously doubt you could find a currently employed social worker who would be willing to confront a car full of five armed “youths”.

The entire defund the police movement was predicated on the idea that cops always abuse force. This image was further enhanced by the media’s highlighting of every single police-involved shooting or altercation and the continued implication that the only reason there was an altercation was because the police had started it. This is a completely b.s. view and explicitly designed to demonize all police officers – good, bad, indifferent, white, black, Hispanic, and Asian, Republican voters, and Democratic voters. All of them.

Progressive politicians and the media have only themselves to blame for becoming crime victims. The media is finding out that they’re fair game to criminals as well, and perhaps even a fun challenge. After all, if your “employment” is armed robbery, then robbing a news crew in broad daylight probably seems like an entertaining challenge. Just like all the smash-and-grab robberies going on in San Francisco in its high-end, trendy stores. In this case, blame the victim is perfectly allowable.

The schadenfreude of all these attacks is beautiful to behold. But what’s even more fun is that they are being reported on national news. The powers-that-be have no choice but to comment on them. Of course, many of the comments will be like those of Jim Kenney…expressing shock without the teensiest bit of acknowledgement that he bears even one iota of responsibility for them.

And that’s how the left operates. “Let’s do all these feel-good things! If you object, you’re an eeebil, raaaacist unperson!” Thing goes into operation. Lefty and Lefty’s friends smile and ignore the objections of the hoi polloi, after all, the hoi polloi is just a bunch of knuckle-dragging raaaaacists. Then suddenly one day, one of Lefty’s friends is just SOCMOB (standing on corner, minding own business) when BAM! Out of nowhere and for no reason, some maladjusted yute robs them at gunpoint. “Wait just a damn minute,” Lefty yells. “That’s supposed to happen to the other guys not me and my friends! How dare you! I’m calling the cops!”

This is what we call irony. Lefty now needs and wants a police presence. But…there’s a problem. The cops, having been vilified for the last several years by Lefty and friends, told that they are all just raaaacist killers, are less than enthusiastic when it comes to putting their lives on the line for Lefty et al. Shrug. “Sorry, sir. We simply don’t have the manpower to investigate a simple mugging.”

Yes, there are parts of the criminal justice system that need real reform, but defunding police, and raising the value limits on stolen goods for prosecution purposes among other ridiculous and stupid measures ain’t the reform needed.

And there will be even more schadenfreude to enjoy when Lefty et al recognize that the perpetrators of the crimes on their friends are black. Now what’s a good white liberal to do? Go count the chickens you’re missing. That’s how many have yet to come home.

For the rest of us, stay safe and stay alert. Pay attention to your surroundings. Trust your gut. Because if you become a crime victim the system will grind much more painfully and slowly for you than it does for the politicians. After all, you are a mere peasant to their nobility.

In the meantime, pass the popcorn and enjoy the show!

*Bob the Registered Fool needs no introduction. For years, he’s vacillated between a sanish commenter and utter trolling. During SP the other side used the fact I hadn’t banned him as ipso facto proof that I was the world’s worst person.
To be fair, some of his crazier comments made all of us go “No, BOB!” Like when he suggested that we kill every foreigner or the like. You kind of needed to understand that to an extent Bob was measuring us, with those comments.
And yet there is often a point at the back of his crazier comments, that makes you think. Something like: “if it’s the business of the US to ensure peace in the world, wouldn’t it be easier to kill the rest of the world. Evil, sure, but easier. Also, maybe it’s not the business of the US to ensure any such thing, unless our interests are at stake?”
Anyway, I count it as one of the scariest things about the last two years that Bob actually started making sense a remarkable number of times. I don’t know if he’s getting saner, or if times– Well, yeah, times.

His guest post below makes sense, though like some of my earlier ones it’s a ball of interconnected stuff and a bit labyrinthine. But still, worth reading and discussing.

I’m trying to finish Bowl of Red under the handicap of Dan having shared his cold. It’s just a cold, but I haven’t had one in years (I thought I did, but it was allergies) and it’s making writing very odd.)

So– Dear Lord, I never thought I’d type this — below is Bob the Fool’s guest post.* SAH

A Case Study in Thinking About Fractally Wrong Ideas by Bob Fool

Near two weeks ago, Sarah gave us an essay that made the following point, which deserves expansion. 

Make sure you’re thinking. Not just following programming. Inverse program is still program. “The left believes this so the inverse must be true” is easy. It’s also wrong at least 50% of the time, and often more. It’s not that simple. It never was. And you have to think.

A fractally wrong idea is one where not only is the basic argument wrong when taking it at face value, not only you will also arrive at a wrong answer if you take it apart and flip one piece, but you will find that there are several wrong answers depending on how deep you go.

The left has heard of divide and rule. They are also deeply invested in dividing people in neat categories, and using whatever reality exists of that division for their own profit.

The left’s espoused race ideas make for a good case study.  The left is presenting several ideas that may seem defensible on their own, but when you look at them together, closely, have implications deeply offensive to sanity and to good order.

One of the left’s current tactics is holding up absolute fruitcakes as spokesmen for policies, including insane policies, that purport to favor blacks in order to ‘address prior discrimination’. Forex, 1619 Project’s “America has always explicitly been about oppressing blacks” and Black Lives Matter’s “actually, civil peace is a white supremacist conspiracy” together raise the obvious question of “Okay, if what you say is true, for what principled reason would it be wrong to murder blacks, beyond personal preference for one faction over another?”

Bowing to the brass idol they present, is only one of the victory conditions that they are seeking.

If you buy into their division, buy into their theory that unconstrained violence is the answer, they get the wider war that they are crazy enough to think that they win.

They do not have unconditional support by blacks. If they did, the cold ish civil war would be obviously very hot. If you buy into the left’s race division nonsense (instead of sorting by actual violence) the left has already set up a propaganda campaign trying to sell your speech to the blacks as “look at X, the whites are going to kill you unless you support the people fighting on your behalf”.

The spokesmen that they are using are utterly vile people, but they have had to work hard to find them, and to develop them. Look at Shaun King; They had to employ a white guy because they could not find enough actual blacks sociopathic, dishonest, and with the necessary social skills to staff that position, and all of the other positions that they need filled.

Obama and the rest of the race war nutters pushing this have been trying seriously to ignite this for around ten years, and whites and blacks have been quietly looking at matters, and whispering “No.”

I have outlined why the left text is wrong.  I have shown a practical reason why “use the left’s methods on the blacks that by ‘helping’ they have painted a target on” also serves a left agenda.  I have also shown that their implicit claim of black support is at least partly wrong.  But there are more falsehoods that are not necessarily errors on their part, that we may believe if we engage with them carelessly.

The modern idea of race is modern.  It comes with the bureaucracy that is a feature of a relatively modern state.  With that bureaucratic capability, you may believe that you can measure any number of important things.  You may conclude that counting a Hmong, an Ainu, and a Miao as of ‘the Mongoliad race’, or that the number of butchers, Samurai or left-handed painters named Fred are matters of pressing importance.   Bureaucracies can easily know these things.  Behavior, on the other hand, is something that bureaucracies have great difficulty with.    

Some of us may wonder, what if race is a real thing?  What if these aggregations map to something with biological reality? 

Well, does it matter how many retards, or how many low functioning autistics there are?  Is it really any business of yours?  A bureaucracy may say ‘yes’.  A bureaucracy that has seized the business of paying for medical expenses will say yes, will have funding shortfalls from the consequences of the seizure, and will try to solve them by finding the unprofitable disabled, and eliminating them.

Leave aside the intractability about usefully measuring real differences across groups so large.  Your real business that might be considered race involves the behavior of individuals towards other individuals.  It matters to you if someone is being vicious to you, or causes harm to your loved ones, or has helped you out of a dark and difficult place, without realizing, simply by being a decent human being.

It also matters because leftism is an ungodly heresy, and being faithful to God is one of the ways we oppose them.  Humans are Children of God, and by acknowledging that, whether we oppose abortion, deny the inhumanity of their technocratic ‘logic’, or refuse to believe their classifications, we fight them, without lifting a finger.

Behavior is what is important, we throw that away when considering race in place of individuals.  Some individuals are being unjustly treated harshly, and some individuals are being unjustly treated leniently.   I do my best to address that with my own behavior.  Which has at time not improved matters. 

No matter how much important cultural differences may appear to correlate with race, culture is a choice of behavior.  It is behavior that makes someone an enemy or ally.

T4 was a profound waste, and wholly unnecessary; that Reich did not need to be doing the things it seized power to do, and tried to accomplish.  In making the economy ‘more efficient’ with central planning, they screwed up things so badly that Germany had shortages of coal.  They did not know who really needed coal, or when, because they had thrown that information away, and made sure that no one really had it.  When we talk about that regime’s failings, we usually talk about the high profile, utterly outrageous things, but we should not forget that they in fact failed in very many, or almost every way, because of their choices in methods and goals.  We should also not forget that our current foe shares enough of those methods and goals, that they will share some of that incredible record of failure once it is no longer concealed by lies.  Shortage of coal in Germany, of all places.

The left tells us they will win, based on theoretical models that are at soundest based on past behavior, and will not reliably predict the future;  They throw away information, and cannot predict the wins that we create by having many separated people working on different parts of a problem.

Our observations actually suggest that very many folks have aligned ‘our way’ on some of the very critical issues I touched on here.  They may have in fact screwed up so badly, have so few real supporters, that matching them in making mistakes is the only way that we can lose.   I’m not certain of that, but much of the time it seems possible that they have lost.  I will say that in seeing through the fractal error, in other techniques that I have noticed, and in techniques which I haven’t noticed, we have all that tools that we might need to win.  I would say that we might have victory, victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror.

They are desperate, because of what we have not done.

The race war nutters have grown desperate, and resorted to using white college students to carry out arson, and Democrat elected officials have implicated themselves providing cover in a way that is not deniable.

They have resorted to the Covid stuff.

They are trying to bring in foreigners here, who do not understand American circumstances, precisely because they have failed to move Americans. They are trying because their earlier attempts to bring in foreigners via the academic route, who have mostly been acculturated inside the insane incestuous echo chamber of academia, had failed to bring the degree of results that they desired.

Well, it turns out that Dr. Aruna may understand American culture much better than they expected, because they are utter fruitcakes on culture, and on American culture.

The Mexican illegal workforce has not been their panacea either. Now they are trying a bunch of people who don’t speak English, from further afield than Mexico, and deliberately unvetted for disease.

They think misery begets communist revolution, so they think that a lack of communist revolution is addressed by making us more miserable. This is not true. But, we thwart them by being happy. If not thinking about their hurtful words leaves space for happiness, then not engaging is one minor victory. Engaging, finishing quickly, and then moving on is another. The deep engagement, rigorously showing that they are not intelligent, that their ‘theory’ is no part of any sound education or research, and that they are simply vile people, who will do vile unnecessary things so long as they have the ability, may also be a victory.

Their ideas are wrong, often fractally wrong, and potentially more difficult to find the correct answers from than starting from a known correct position.

Rigor can be exhausting, but it is worth looking carefully at the real world, and seeing why their madness need have no relationship to it.

Have a merry Kulturkampf, and a happy new Boog!

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FROM MACKEY CHANDLER: Help! Nobody Taught Me to Cook. #CommissionEarned

If you have never cooked and need to gather the tools and start TODAY this 26 page booklet will get you started without taking half a day to read. If you don’t have funds to eat carryout or go to a restaurant until your next paycheck it can be a life saver.
It assumes you live in civilization, have some funds, and aren’t homeless but not much more than that. More than feeding you it can give you the dignity and independence of not demanding charity of others. It suggests common well know dishes with easy to find ingredients. It should hold you for a week or two until you get tired of the limited selection or win the lotto.

FROM J. L. CURTIS: Tales Around the Supper Table- Volume 2 #CommissionEarned

Volume Two of tales from Texas authors!

Dragons, Cowboys and Indians, SciFi, Magic, Urban Noir… Stories for everyone in this new collection!

FROM D. W. PATTERSON: Spin-Two: A Future Chron Novel (Future Chron Universe Novels Book 4 #CommissionEarned

If you could save the world, would you? What if the world was destined to end and you would be interfering with the natural order? What if the world looked down on your kind? Robotic personage Dag Mach had assisted with the development of the wormhole drive, now he had discovered its successor, the Spin-Two drive, and he had found the answer to the end of the world.

If Dag did nothing then this universe would end. But if he stopped the natural progression he would be “playing God.” And Dag didn’t want to play.

“Spin Two” is set a novel in the future (2600s) and is the twenty-eight tale in the Future Chron Universe. If you enjoy “Spin-Two” consider reading the next novel in the series “Robot Planet” for more Hard Science Fiction – Old School.

See the author’s blog dwarrpatt.blogspot.com for more information.

FROM DALE COZORT: Exchange: Book One of the Exchange Universe. #CommissionEarned

It’s called Bear Country, an untamed alternate reality where humans never evolved, but saber-tooth tigers and suspiciously intelligent little green monkeys did. Random chunks of Bear Country are temporarily swapped—exchanged—with Earth, bringing a risk-averse, bubble-wrapped society unimagined threats, from giant bears to the hazards of unknown bacteria. They also bring opportunity for anyone brave enough—or crazy enough—to settle there.

Computer guru Sharon Mack prepares to evacuate when she finds out her town is about to be Exchanged . But when her crazed ex-husband kidnaps their autistic daughter, dragging her into Bear Country, Sharon has no choice but to go after them, find her daughter, and escape before the Exchange reverses, cutting her off from her own reality forever.
Flash floods and giant bears aren’t the most dangerous thing in this wild frontier. Bands of escaped convicts, with nothing left to lose, roam freely in a land with no laws but survival of the strongest. Then there’s enigmatic Leo West and the secretive Sister West cult, determined to claim Bear Country for their own. And there are those willing to kill to hide the true secrets of the Exchange.

Exchange is the first book in the Exchange universe. The second is Devouring Wind, available now.

FROM M.C.A. HOGARTH: To Discover and Preserve: A Peltedverse Collection #CommissionEarned

The ships of the Alliance’s Fleet map the galaxy, police its hundreds of worlds, and run its diplomatic and scientific errands. It’s also the backdrop for the lives of millions of Pelted, a complex work environment filled with opportunities for development, career and relationship alike. Join the crew of the Stardancer and several other ships, and live a day in their life! You’ll take a trip to the vertiginous world of the Phoenix tour a star nursery, answer several distress calls… you might even run down a pirate or two….

To Discover and Preserve collects nine short stories, including four all new reader-requested stories, from the Peltedverse’s military arm, and is a standalone adjunct to the Alysha Forrest series.

FROM KEN LIZZI: Obsidian Owl (Semi-Autos and Sorcery Book 3) #CommissionEarned

In the wrong hands, the obsidian owl can wreak death and devastation on an unimaginable scale.

A nihilist biker plans global extinction. A rival biker wants merely to retire, if he’s allowed to. A young woman wants revenge.

Karl Thorson, ex-Special Forces soldier, agrees to help Trisha Wagner track down the biker gang that slew her father and brother, and stole an artifact — an obsidian owl. Nero Jones intends to use the artifact in a ritual he hopes will cleanse the world with fire. Vegas Kuzmich wants to bring his drugs to market, then retire from the life of an outlaw biker. But his men demand he first get some payback from Nero Jones’ bikers. All of them are headed for a showdown in Yellowstone.

Can Karl Thorson retrieve the obsidian owl? Can he thwart Nero Jones’ scheme? And will Vegas Kuzmich ever get to retire?

Don’t miss the third book in the Semi-Autos and Sorcery series. It’s what fans of Larry Correia and Jim Butcher are hungering for.

FROM CYN BAGLEY: Hilda’s Inn for Retired Heroes #CommissionEarned

In Delhaven, there is an Inn run by a retired mercenary. If you are a down-on-your-luck mercenary or men-at-arms, come to the public rooms and Hilda Brant, the owner, will give you a bowl of stew. If you want ale, hand over the coins. Hilda may give you floor space, but she expects you to pay in favors or coins.

Hilda is also an untrained mage with an elemental, which is another reason she is retired. Most mercenary companies are wary of mages for good reason.

When Lord Barton decides he wants the magic on Hilda’s property, Hilda pulls together her resources, including her brother a mage and her sister a brothel Madame, to save her Inn.

Hilda isn’t prepared for the damage and chaos caused by a dragon, black mage, and elementals. And a very angry Lord Barton.

FROM BLAKE SMITH: The First Adventure of Sir Garamond de Crecy. #CommissionEarned

Sir Garamond- Gerry, to his friends- has been knighted for less than a month, and he’s already found his first great quest: saving the beautiful and helpless Princess Alyssia of Ollandra from the dragon that is holding her in dreadful captivity. Or so he thinks…
A lighthearted short story.

FROM C. V. WALTER: Country Roads (Alien Brides Book 4) #CommissionEarned

Book 3.5 in the Alien Brides series.

How do you say “we come in peace” when someone steals your probe?

When a petty bureaucrat confiscates the communications relay, the aliens and their human partners must unite to rescue their property and protect those they love from the clutches of corruption and blackmail.

To help those she loves, Mindy must boldly go the last place she ever wanted to…
Back home.

FROM SARAH A. HOYT: BARBARELLA #6 #CommissionEarned

(Okay, this blurb appears to have been written by monkeys, probably because my editor has been sick. So, I reject their blurb and substitute my own.)

Of all the creatures in the known universe, none is more dangerous than a species known variously as the planners, the architects or the controllers. (Really, they need to get better interplanetary language translators, is what it is.)

It is customary for the young of their kind to pick a creature from another species to herd towards a glorious future that fits their species’ plan.

Vix, a very promising youngster has picked…. Barbarella.

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.

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.

If you have questions, feel free to ask.

Your writing prompt this week is: SOPHISTICATED

I don’t remember — mostly because by the time I was fully cognizant these customs were things of the past — whether it’s a Portuguese tradition (or if it was a family tradition) to set off Chinese Lanterns at New Years, or if it was something done (only?) at the feast of St. John’s.

I do remember dad spending days designing the lanterns and the paper used and the fuel, so that they would burn and fly for a maximum time. (I don’t remember other instances of dad’s engineer mind growing up, though I suppose he was using it at work.) I remember his picking the paper and the colors and everything for maximum effect. (Other men made them of newspaper, and whichever fuel. But you know, my family — shocking, I guess! — tends to overthink things.) And I remember being little and very excited for this. Very excited too for “The children’s calendar”, which was published every year as a supplement of a newspaper that no longer exists. In it they printed a picture per page, and a verse underneath, the verse usually pertaining to some tradition or being a traditional rhyme. (Which btw is a great way to pass history onto kids. Kids love doggerel. I now want to do a USAIAN children’s calendar and December will have some doggerel rhyme about crossing a frozen river to slit throats on Christmas morning.)

Looking back, how technology has changed over my lifetime and what was impossible or very expensive then and is cheap and easy now is dizzying. For instance, that calendar was printed on newsprint, and left it to the parents to cut out each page, glue it to stronger paper or cardboard, and then put a string in to hang. (Yes, I do realize in the US at the same time, they likely would have given a free little calendar, whether glossy or not not sure. But Portugal is consistently 20 years behind the times.)

Anyway, I really anticipated the lighting of the balloon, though I never saw it beyond the lighting and climbing, but it made dad excited and happy and he’d track it as far as binoculars allowed.

Of course sometimes those balloons — fortunately not ours — would land somewhere out of sight of the launcher, on a house or a woods, and burn it down. (Which I suspect is why the custom no longer happens.)

The longer I live the more all my actions seems like that: you plan and work the best you can to make it the best you can, but in the end, for all you know, one of your actions designed for quite a different purpose, will land on someone else, and burn everything they own. Or set things on a course to burn down the world.

You can’t know. Learning to forgive yourself if that happens, is the hardest thing in the world. But if you don’t learn, you never do anything.

So we come to the end of 2020-won, which runs together in my head with its parent year. That I know of — and of course, you can’t fully know — I didn’t burn anyone’s house down.

Was it a good year? Well…. It was a confusing whirlwind of a year. I lost a batch of friends I couldn’t afford to lose, among them L. Neil Smith a loss that cut deep. Some of those I lost were surprise/sudden, like Rick Boatright and Paul Bisdorf. I’m still a little stunned and keep forgetting they are gone. In fact, part of the issue is that the list from these two years is so long that I always forget someone, and then it hurts anew.

I didn’t get nearly as much writing done as I wanted to, but we did manage to find a house, buy it, and are now fully moved in. We’re not unpacked, but it’s proceeding. Annoyingly, I can’t unpack and write at the same time, so both are being annoyingly slow. We didn’t manage to finish getting the house in CO sold, and might need to have some stuff done to it. But we have a plan and dates.

I had a Gofundme, which shocked heck out of me with its results, but this is good as it both makes it so I’m not going insane over how much the house in CO is costing until it sells and for the first time in my entire career has made it possible for me to invest in my writing. (This was not — Mr. IRS man who might be reading this — the purpose of the Gofundme, and nothing was promised those who contributed. But by going over, it had that happy result.) So I’ve hired an editor, and discovered that this for the first time in indie publishing, gives me an external incentive to deliver on time. So Monday Bowl of Red is going to go to the editor. (And will not go by my betas, because it’s so late.) However, the second of Deep Pink (PROBABLY called Deep Water) will go to betas next week, probably Friday or Saturday, G-d willing and the creek not rising.

The editor will get me Darkship Thieves, newly edited, tomorrow, and it will be re-issued or at least go up for pre-order sometime this week.

To that purpose, I’ve purchased a new formatting program, and also what I hope will be a means to sell e-arcs (Not really, but to do a limited-time sale to my fans and those who subscribe to my newsletter (see the little button for Schrodinger’s path on the right side of the screen) which bypasses Amazon and can offer it in various formats (except paper, that will be Amazon) before it goes up for sale on Amazon.

For various reasons, if you have no objections to Amazon and read on Kindle, I’d still prefer you purchase there, but I don’t want to go wide (yet) and I don’t want to miss sales because you’re just not in the Amazon machine.

Other stuff was purchased, because, you know, I’m just starting out as an indie — fortunately no danger of getting stale, when my job has changed completely in the last couple of years — and I need to go all in. All I’ve been doing so far is dipping my toes, and that’s never enough.

Anyway, I’d hoped to be able to test it this week with a couple of short stories, but the unpacking and finalizing of getting things setup in this house (The Coffee SHRINE! but also other things. Like would you believe we had the baseboards removed to install flooring, and have not put a single one int? Some of that happens on Wednesday (Well, Monday I’m sending book to editor, and I have Tuesday penciled in to sleep or run away with a local fan-becoming-a-friend, depending on weather.) But we’re taking it a day at a time, and I’m orienting to write a lot, because that’s what feels like I should be doing.) and other last minute things kind of stopped that cold. Oh, yeah, and all the tools and stuff come with a learning curve. So, I guess I’m going to be writing and going back to school virtually at least.

In case you wonder, no the boxes from Sarah’s garage aren’t forgotten. Younger son has unpacked them, catalogued them and has made up spread sheets. They should happen late Jan or early February.

Anyway, that’s the work side. Not sure about the other stuff, but I’m going to try really hard to finish books that are started and get them out there. There’s a chance it will work, because I don’t want to disrespect my editor’s time. So, there will be more or less, roughly, in order: Bowl of Red (Shifters), Deep Water (Magis), A Well Inlaid Death (Dyce Dare), Rhodes to Hell (Rhodes), Winter Prince (Seasons of war in Schrodinger world universe), The long Purr goodbye (guardian-cats), Hacking the Storm (Earth Revolution-Darkships), Fairy Ring (Magis), Darkship Defiance, Cross Rhodes, Spring Uprising (Seasons of War), The cat Who Came Uptown (guardian-cats), Chalked Outline (Dyce Dare).

And so on, and so forth. I just want to get these crazy people off my brain. Started but not sure where to put them, there’s a multiverse thing called Mirrorplay (The one that starts with “Jump, the Mirror said.” A …. cozy science fiction with someone who much resembles Dyce — called Alien Hunter. An orphan kitten’s mystery. A sword and sandal epic, and a six book series starting with No Man’s Land and ending with Earthman’s Son.

And now you know why I hired an editor. And why I’m prioritizing writing.

Also there will be the Odd fairytales book, which I wanted to get out before Christmas, but foundered on the shoals of “I can’t find anything, because my life is packed.” Well, it’s a little better now, and I have hopes of getting that out in January. (It’s done and edited. It’s just entering a couple of last minute changes and formatting for release in paper and e.)

Anyway, hopefully whatever else 2022 (Yes, I know, it’s 2020 Too) brings, I will get further along on this list that has been growing for something like 10 years while I struggled with health and other things.

That’s work. On the family/personal side, other than losing so many friends this year and still being saddled with double mortgage, the year wasn’t bad. The entire family is alive, relatively well, and working. Dan and I need to get in better shape this year, and lose some weight. On the edge of aging, improving health can make a big difference. And most of our friends and relatives are still alive, including the ones we thought were gonners at some point this year (you know who you are.)

Some things turned out way better this year than we had any right to expect: the house we bought after more or less 2 weekends in this town (well, we visited friends here) turned out to be in a place we like, near things we like to do. It needed a little more cosmetic improvement than we’d been aiming for, but that’s life. There’s a very good chance we’ll enjoy living in this place long term.

Will our balloon crash this year, and burn someone’s house? It’s possible. Will someone’s balloon crash and burn our house? It’s possible. You really can’t make sure you are safe from that.

All you can do is do your best and position yourself as best you can so that you can survive. (Keep your clothes and weapons where you can find them in the dark.)

On the blog level: Hey, we’re still here. Better than I expected at the end of last year. (Raises champagne glass.)

There will be no post tomorrow (because I’m going head down and writing like the end of the world is coming, so I can get this to editor by Monday and it will make sense and not be written in Martian. Mostly because I don’t read Martian. And neither does my editor.

Everyone waiting for me to read something/answer something, feel free to poke about once a week, because I’m kind of buried, and things tend to get lost when I’m buried.

Until Jan. 2nd.

Let’s go into the New Year full hope and energy and face whatever comes the best we can. Be as determined as Havey in pursuit of pets. (Yes, he’s sitting on my lap as I write this. And won’t move.)