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Years ago, when I blogged more regularly at Classical Values than here, the blog had a post on the current war on things that work.

What things? Well….. everything: from pirex apparently no longer being made with the stuff that made it actually more or less high-temp impervious, hard to break, etc; to dishwashers that take forever to wash, where dishes must be put into already washed and which, even so, often manage a great redistribution of grease and grit all over the dishes;to toilets that are “low flush” and thus use more water than ever because you have to flush them about five times, and still they won’t work; to cars–

Never mind. it would be easier to describe the things the left has left alone, instead of going after them like Don Quixote tilting against the last functioning windmill in the land, the one needed to grind wheat for his bread. To my knowledge they have yet to interfere with– wait, wait, let me think about it…. Um…. Okay, they haven’t yet dictated that every morning I must get dressed by first putting my pants on, and then putting on my underwear. However, rest assured this is probably around the corner, and just a matter of them getting a bee in their bonnect about some virtue signaling they can do relating to “the order in which humans get dressed.”

Look, it took me a while to figure out things were going to h*ll. Mostly because …. well. I was raised in the 19th century, and some parts of it were not quite that advanced. Take toilet flushing: you take the full bucket in with you. Well, that’s how I first learned. I don’t know when grandma’s toilet had a flush installed if before or after we moved to my parents’ newly-built house which, d*mn skippy had a flush installed.

Except that even there, you know, it was an European flush. I honestly can’t tell if Europe is just more advanced than us on the war on things that work — my best friend growing up lived in a Victorian that had perfectly functional elevated flush tanks, with no problems — or if — since friend’s house was built by an English consul — most of Europe (and the world) just cosplays modernity without any clue how it should work. I do know that my parents’ flush was low water before low water was fashionable (in a region of the world that has problems rather with too much water and back then when our water came from a well and was therefore “free”.) So, you know, you still had a bucket standing by just in case.

Also, the dishwasher was high water (but low hot water, because that cost money) and got done as soon as I was done scrubbing and rinsing the last pan. Ditto for the washer. We had a tank outside. I actually love hand-washing clothes. At least in summer. In winter, when your hands become painful from going in the water and you find out what “instant arthritis” means, it’s not so fun.

So, anyway, you see, in the states any level of “this is easier” was an improvement. I remember a day in the late eighties, when I sat down and went “The dishwasher is going. The washer is going. And I have time to write.” It was like…. trumpets sounded, I swear.

My first exposure to the war was when we replaced a toilet in the house in Manitou Springs. At the time air assist wasn’t a thing, and it was almost impossible to find a toilet with a tank that took more than three espresso cups of water. I had read about this obsession to “save water” and I’d scratched my head and gone “okay then.” While it might (maybe) make some sense in Colorado, in most of the US “saving water” is a ridiculous idea. But I knew the greenies were very upset with the idea of water just being flushed down, without being used for anything else, and had been putting bricks in their toilet tanks forever.

Which was fine by me. If they wanted to have to take a bucket in, just in case, it was entirely their problem. But now they were bringing their problem into my life. I remember a day when it took six flushes to deal with the issue on the new toilet and I complained to my husband that I really didn’t need my new hobby of flushing the toilet.

That house, btw, had the best dishwasher ever. We bought it on day one in the house. The dishwasher was completely silent, and you didn’t need to pre-wash dishes. It had a grinder in the bottom, kind of like a food disposer, for any debris left in. So, with two toddlers, I’d just stick the dishes in — dried egg yolk, left over dough from baking, whatever — and they came out beautifully clean. I didn’t know that pinacle was brief-lived. In the next house, over 13 years, we bought and installed THREE dishwashers. Yes, three. They never worked very well. If I didn’t want grit on the dishes, I had to at least rinse them, but even that didn’t help a lot. We assumed it was something to do with the pipes or the water supply, because that house was so weird. And then we moved here. And, as usual, got a new dishwasher (someday I’ll buy a house with working appliances) because the other one was stealth leaking.

First of all, shopping for the dishwasher was a treat. Guys, do you know it’s difficult to find a dishwasher that actually heat-dries your dishes? Apparently the new hotness is it pops the door open to let the dishes air dry. Considering you’re washing the dishes yourself, before putting them in the dishwasher already, I guess the new dishwashers are machines for swooshing water (and old grit) over clean dishes, and then let them air dry. I think dish wracks are cheaper.

This is kind of the same evolution we had with our washers. We didn’t know any better, so when we moved to house before this on, we bought a top of the line front loader, low water usage. Well, we’re in Colorado, so water is expensive. Fine.

Several things started happening. First, the clothes weren’t, in any sense of the term, clean when they came out. And I knew it wasn’t just my problem, because the grocery stores shelves exploded in various “stink removal” products. Second, my eczema went nuts. Third, a load of laundry took forever.

When we moved to that house I had two pre-teen boys. Washing clothes also became a new hobby, taking up vast amounts of my time. The washer was always running and I was always behind on laundry. Loads were kind of small (well, you know, low water) and I had two teen boys.

At one point, my husband got upset at the lack of…. socks? underwear? and asked me why I never did laundry. I might or might not have started crying and Donald Ducked at him (You know, when your voice gets very high and you make no sense whatsoever?) In the aftermath, I explained that I did laundry from the moment I woke up to the moment I went to bed.

He was sure I was doing something wrong. He remembered loads used to take 20 minutes. So he went and checked. I’ll never forget his expression. “A quick load is three hours? THREE hours?”

Oh, and the machines broke down. continuously. In those thirteen years we had three sets of washer and dryer. They broke in weird ways, too. One of them — I swear I’m not making this up — the metal or whatever it was made of, in the frame, just disintegrated, bottom-up.

The last one died while we were between houses and paying mortgage-and-rent at the same time. Because we were beyond broke, we just got the circular for the next upcoming sale (President’s day, I think) and went “We’re going to buy the cheapest until we move to the new house, and then…
When we got to the store, we found that there was one even cheaper. So cheap it wasn’t advertised. It wasn’t on sale, but its regular price was under $300. Being that we were so broke we needed superglue, and that we didn’t know how long it would be till that house sold, we decided on it. Particularly when the lady told us “You don’t want to buy that. It’s very wasteful. It uses lots and lots of water.”

I don’t know if it uses lots of water, honest. It’s a very basic model and doesn’t have a selector for extra rinse, so I have to run two cycles, one with soap and one without, so I don’t get eczema all over worse than I already have it. But even with that extra cycle, it washes my clothe sin 45 minutes, which means I do laundry for a day, not 7 days a week. I’ll take it. I hope it lasts forever. Because I’m sure next time I go shopping for one, the top of the line will be a model where you put your clothes into, after washing them in the bathtub. It pours water over them, so that any leftover dirt can get on them. And then, it pops its lid, to let the clothes air dry. Or mildew. Whichever comes first.

I can see precisely where this is going. I’ll end as I began, doing everything by hand, and sweeping the carpets, because the very expensive vaccuums available for sale don’t suck up dirt, just spread it in an even layer….

But the fascinating thing is that the left has no idea it is actually in a war against things that work.

You see, it has to do with how their brains work. People here aren’t very group-oriented. You could say, of course, that those that frequent my blog are at an extreme point in that and you’d be right.

But those to the right-of-lenin in general aren’t very collective-opinion-and-fad oriented. And if you just said “duh” no. Yes, communism PRESENTS as being “other oriented” but I have yet to meet a single communist who wasn’t in it for all he could get. Over several countries, various movements that called themselves various things, etc, you’ll find the communists doing all the things they accuse others of doing: exploiting others, stuffing their pockets without regard to ethics, and generally being all red in tooth and claw, while talking about community and the greater good of their fellow man.

It’s another of those things, like creativity and being anti-establishment where the left is the exact opposite of what they claim to be.

So, how come that the right is full of goats who refuse to be good sheep and do as they’re told, and who are — increasingly — fed up with virtue signaling from the other side?

Well, because the left IS the establishment. So we came to our opinions alone. And often, frankly, convinced we must be crazy. I mean everyone else believed that other stuff, right? And yet, here we were, believing our lying eyes. This might change, with the internet and alternative means of being in contact with people like us, and the clear revelation that the International Socialist media just makes up shit. BUT for now, we’re the people who don’t fully understand why you would want to virtue or anything else signal. Society will take us as we are, or not at all.

So it’s hard for us to understand. But it’s a perfect storm of horrible factors. To begin with, the left is, generally speaking, more prone to want to pose as great geniuses, and incredibly brilliant. They need the adulation of the “the whole of society.” Even if, or perhaps particularly if, they’re mediocre non-entities.

And our modern society is built on science and technology.

Now I’m not going to tell you that no leftist has a talent for science. I know there are some, and there were more when teaching was better. What I’m going to tell you is that their personality type is more for social activity, for…. the management side of science. And that, thanks to the schools being infested with leftism, most of them don’t actually learn science. Now, in this they are most like the rest of the human race. I think the interest and talent in real science, in finding out, in getting the measurements really right is a minority trait. Might even be a recent mutation. Most humans — and particularly women for various evolutionary reasons — are most interested in…. humans. Not cold logic and facts.

But the way to be admired as “brilliant” is science.

Look, I understand the left in this. For various reasons, despite being space-struck from at least the age of three, when mom got me to pull through small pox by giving me a discarded clockworks and convincing me it was a piece of Sputnik, I didn’t take that branch on the road. It was partly mom — who thought I’d be pregnant in three months, if I went into engineering (instead of having sixty “brothers” each one convinced no man was good enough for me and determined to chase away any prospects, which is what would actually have happened), partly the fact that I was digit dyslexic and didn’t know it (if I had known it, there are work arounds) and partly the fact they made you choose your degree when you went into 10th grade. But the fact is that I’m woefully non-prepared in science.

I’m still space struck. And I read a ton on it. But I’ll never be at the center of anything having to do with colonization.

The left is like that with all science. But they want to contribute. Since they are unable to contribute on the science, they convince themselves that they must contribute by making science more “humane” or more “ecologically sound” or something.

So they will try to find something arguably wrong with machine or technology everyone uses. Say, washers. And they’ll go “Ah, it uses too much water.” And then, not having any clue how it works, how clothes get clean, or any of that, they make regulations demanding the machines use less water. And it works. Machines suddenly use less water. And they pat themselves on the back over their caring insight that is saving the world. And move on to break something else, completely oblivious to the fact that the “use less water” just means the machines have to “wash” for a lot longer, the rinse is never complete, and in general the machines don’t wash.

At some point in the future, they become convinced that machines should use even less water, and amazingly, it works! Until you know, the machines take four hours to “wash” a load, and none of it smells clean. But for the leftist, his unique insight has saved “the environment.”

This is made worse when they read “Studies.” First, because most studies are reproducibility. Second because the read the first paragraph where the hypothesis is stated and think that’s the conclusion. (Because you know, it is in humanities essays.) Which is why our detergents don’t work, either, to prevent algie bloom or something, which apparently has bloody nothing to do with the component the left banned.

Then there is a component of “the grass is greener” because the left is always convinced other countries or the past did it better. I can’t be the only one who (back when I had lefty friends) was forever flabbergasted by common, garden variety lefties refusal to use any or all of the following: dishwashers, washers, microwaves. (The other day, mind fried, looking at pictures of pretty tree houses (Adult tree houses, that people live in) I was between amused and horrified at one signaling that they lived a better life. The house had no shower, microwave, dishwasher or STOVE. I found myself blinking at this, since you know, showers are not any more wasteful than baths (which the house did have) and the house had heating but no stove. Go figure it.)

Then there is Europe-envy as so much of their stupidity is. Take the “we’ll put bricks in our toilet tank to reduce the water per flush. I assume they had vacationed in Europe and that they too wanted to have faucets that dribbled and toilets that trickled like a diuretic gerbil, and they didn’t know Europe had those because Europe is retarded in a special way, so they assumed Europeans lived like that because they wanted to, in pursuit of some higher ethical purpose.

Part of the problem is that for most of the later half of the 20th century and the first twenty years of this one, we let them get away with it. They said “the dishwasher must now wash with only a cup of water” and no one said “Sod off, Swampy.” Instead they buckled down and came up with a way to do it, even if it took forever and the dishes were more dirty than when you put them in. And so on with everything.

Time after time, we’ve been subjected to left wing solutions: in their ideal form, they make the problem worse while not doing — at all — what the previous imperfect solution achieved.

The covidiocy with masks, lockdowns and the wrecking of the economy of the world is perhaps the pinnacle of their achievement. They panicked at science they don’t have the knowledge to understand, and careened from arbitrary mandate to arbitrary mandate, preening at their caring and how much they loved everyone, while causing deaths and destroying everything without actually doing a single solitary thing to mitigate disease and death.

And I hope to Him who looks after children, fools and the United States of America that in the aftermath — and the aftermath will be a doozy — of this, the left’s gambit is exposed for what it is, and we send the others so inclined to play in theater and literature (note not storytelling, which needs some competence) and decor, and other things where their insanity will hurt no one. And we let scientists be scientists and engineers be engineers, and stop the war on things that work.

Because otherwise, we’re going to be living in caves, wiping our behind with leaves, and wearing a dozen masks before they’re done with us.

While most of them are older than that, they are in fact, in spirit Teenage Mutant Ninja Idiots, and if we let them continue to guide us by what they don’t know we’ll all end up living in sewers.

Some days ago, Michael Rothman posted — I think on MeWe — how the plot we’re living through was completely unlikely and it would/should have been rejected by the editor without a second glance.

Some of the things he said were of course giggle worthy, because that was exactly what he was going for. Stuff like “this virus is lethal, and everyone is locked down to avoid it, but you’re still encouraged to go to the grocery store.” Or “You have to wear a mask on entering the restaurant, until you sit at the table, and then you’re magically immune, and can take the mask off.”

But there’s a lot more he didn’t say. Which is even more insane.

I find myself routinely trying to talk my mom down from the crazy cakes sh*t they’re selling in Europe. Stuff like “America has lost more people in this virus than they did in two World Wars combined.” I told her I don’t know. I haven’t looked at the numbers. But if we did — so what? Our population at the time, now almost 100 years ago, was not that large. And the big difference was the population lost. In the two wars, it was mostly young, fighting age man. Now, it was mostly people who would have died within six months.

Or when she said “But the US has lost so many people.” And the answer is “Supposing the numbers aren’t doctored — and of course they are, since hospitals get more for treating Winnie the Flu than anything else, and were promised no audits and, well, when hospitals are semi-closed for anything else, how are they going to survive otherwise? — so what? There are three hundred million of us, mom. More than thirty thousand of us die in car crashes every year.” Because this is part of the problem, just like people in Europe can’t picture the size and breadth of our country, they also can’t imagine or picture the multitude we are. So they look at the raw and inflated death data, and think we’re all dropping like flies.

Mom of course, also tells me they’re dropping like flies there. Are they? I don’t know. She says they don’t inflate statistics there. Do they? I don’t know. Which is our very first problem. But there are others. Many many others.

Cast your mind back, past the gaslighting insanity, to the beginning of this, about a year ago. We were seeing pictures of China, of people dying in convulsions from cytosine storms; videos smuggled out of people being welded in their apartments. Careful analysis done of how the crematoriums were running over time.

Was that real? Was it an amazing psy-ops? We don’t know.

We do know what we expected. As Italy — which as I said at the time has a completely different population and culture, so not the same — sank under the lack of hospital beds, our media and the left went insane, and became convinced we’d all die like flies, in the millions.

But you kind of need to unpack their back brains to understand the origins of their panic. You see, these people know a lot of things that just ain’t so. Their picture of the world has some contact with reality — maybe — in that I think they recognize things like air, and trees and sometimes even humans But when you get into why things happen and how, well! They might as well live in an alien world, as the picture has bloody nothing to do with ours.

Part of it is that most of them work in professions that involve the manipulation of symbols, but also that the way to get there is to go through college degrees and at least pretend to be indoctrinated. I don’t think the leftists were pretending. They are, as I said before, the good boys and girls. The respect authority kind. I think they bought it.

So, in their heads quite divorced from any real history they have this mental map in which people are healthier, happier and have better health care, the closer a country is to socialism.

Besides, a lot of them have been to Europe, and saw lots of well dressed, leisure-enjoying people in coffee shops. If those people, with their free health care for all, failed to save themselves from the dread plague, how will the US fare: MILLIONS OF DEAD. MILLIONS.

Hence the lock down. They didn’t look at the relative number of ER beds. They didn’t look at the fact that Italy has what is even compared to ours, a geriatric population. They didn’t look at the fact that any culture in Europe has a lot more physical contact between strangers than we do — yes, even Germany — because they use public transport a lot more; their bars and restaurants cram more people together, and oh, yes, they live in apartments more, which means often shared air, etc.

They also failed to take into account what now seems almost sure: that Italian doctors were doing strange and bizarre things in panic. Like the craziness with respirators, which also started here. You know, put the very elderly on respirators and shred their lungs, which simply don’t take well to pressure. Even here, the respirators don’t seem to help, and might hurt. And part of it is that apparently they’re hellishly difficult to set right, and that the tissues of the elderly are fragile.

Anyway, so they panicked, and they came up with “two weeks to flatten the curve.” Which was bloody stupid, and costly, but might actually have helped, if the virus had been what we expected from China. MAYBE.

But then they were afraid to open up.

You have to understand: as far as I can tell leftists have a pre-scientific mind. They’re moved by impressions, and deep set beliefs. And, because most of them really don’t believe in anything beyond their personal life (and I don’t mean supernatural, they also don’t seem to care much for what happens to other people or the world, after they’re gone. They might in fact not fully understand that one day, inevitably, they will be gone) the most important thing in the world is to keep their own personal life.

And they’ve never looked at numbers. And are unlikely to understand them, if they do. Their ideas of the world are formed on the penumbras of entertainment, the “news” and the system they were taught in school.

I remember, back when this all begun, I was screaming about the Diamond Princess numbers not being that bad, even when you count the fact that these people were all pushed together, that most of them were elderly, and that cruise ships are floating virus palaces. And I got told that those people got first rate medical care…. in a cruise ship. You know, those things where flu can actually kill vast numbers of people, and where diarreah runs rampant.

So here we are, a year of two weeks to flatten the curve. I don’t even know what our governors THINK they’re doing. I understand Polis, who must be innumerate and have trouble counting his fingers and getting the same number twice in a row, still thinks if he unlocks completely people are going to drop like flies, and 10% of the population will die. But I also think somewhere, in his walnut sized brain, a suspicion might be forming that when people are let out to live normal lives they will talk to each other, realize almost no one died who wouldn’t have died of anything anyway, look at what he’s done to our capital and our beautiful state, and that he’s going to be chased out of the state by Coloradans wielding torches. If he’s lucky of course.

And he’s not wrong. But what’s plan B? Keeping us locked up forever?

Why not, the amazing geniuses who used this plague of madness to take over DC seem to think they can stay there forever, if they just keep it surrounded by razor wire, and keep hunting “extremists” and “insurgents” under everyone’s beds.

That CDC thing, instructing the armed forces to hunt down insurrectionists in their midst identifies things like supporting the 2nd ammendment, thinking you have constitutional rights, or, you know, being anti-abortion as being “radicalized.”

Yes, you read that right. In the US, in the 21st century, believing you have rights as an American, the rights enshrined for us by the constitution, means that you’re dangerous, and a terrorist.

Oh, and communicating online is “escalating violence.” I swear I’m not making this up. By the lights of that briefing, I’m engaging in violence right now. Against whom,you say? Well, their cherished beliefs.

Look, I don’t think — or at least I hope — that most people on the left believe this, but at college level, at least, there are a lot of people who believe that your beliefs shape reality. This is why we get the left doing things like trying to curse Republicans and/or levitating the mint.

They are right in a way, of course. Their beliefs change reality…. for them. Because they live in a savage’s world of miracles and wonders, of portents and images that might or might not mean anything. Because they bought into a system that has nothing to do with reality, they can’t examine reality, or reason in any sense of the word. So, you know “people are dying under socialism” means “More people will die here.”

Which is the only thing that can make sense of their bizarre decisions: you know, why pot dispensaries are safe, but churches aren’t. Why grocery stores are safe, but fabric stores aren’t. Why we must all hide and wear masks to protect ourselves from something that, if we kept proper numbers, might not even be a bad flu.

And the problem is this: In the real world, out there, this is unmaking civilization, and destroying mankind’s ability to look after itself and to advance.

Already, connections, and the ability to get food — which the US grows the most of for the world — is breaking down in other countries. Already, even here, we have people in serious trouble financially, physically, etc.

Someone posted on farcebook a while back that the biggest hit from this nonsense will be this year. We’re going to see people die in droves because — having pre-existing conditions — they couldn’t wear masks to go to the doctor. We’re going to see people die in droves, because a lot of medical professionals — I swear I’m not making this up — are refusing to touch their patients while giving physical exams. A lot of people are going to die because they didn’t get needed tests. (I live with two people who are a year late on blood tests, because they’d have to wear masks while waiting, and that gives them problems.) More, a lot of people are going to die — are already dying — from despair and depression.

And here I confess I’m not doing very well myself. The only thing that can be said is that I’m working more than last year, aka the year the locust ate, but I have a good week, then get slammed down by depression for two.
The calculation on that is simple and frankly makes perfect sense. I realized sometime in my twenties that a lot of my hard-depressions could be headed off at the pass if I took at least a day a week, got out of the house, went to see people, and do something different in a new environment. I was most productive if on top of that we took a weekend every two or three months and went to something fun a little further away (Denver, when we lived in the Springs.) But I’m asthmatic. And I live in Colorado. Which means I have the choice of wearing a mask even at the zoo, or the botanic gardens (which is the most anti-scientific lunacy ever, since even if the virus were that lethal, it dies in the sunlight.) Yeah, mostly I wear the face shield. Which is still uncomfortable. But honestly, just driving around depresses me. Like last time we drove through town, there was a couple about our age, out for a walk. Both wearing masks. NO ONE NEAR THEM, except people in cars. They presumably live together. They’re outside. On a sunny day. Masked.

So I don’t go anywhere, except when I absolutely have to, which is usually the grocery store, and then I run through it like a mad person, to avoid screaming “Have all of you lost your minds? What are you afraid of? Do you see corpses piled on the street? It’s been a f*cking year. If you’re going to have it, most of you have already had it?”

So I stay inside the house for weeks at a time and I get depressed.

More depressed when someone in my conference says things like “What’s the big deal with wearing a mask. It keeps you from catching something that if you catch it will probably kill you.”

Probably kill you…. WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL. You have something like 98% of chance of surviving it. HOW will it likely kill you? Unless you’re over 90, of course. And even then.

And then there’s the mask lunacy. Don’t get me started on the mask lunacy. Because we’re going to lose people because of the f*cking masks. And we’re going to have people permanently impaired, too. If I had to work outside the house, I’d probably be disabled by now, because a mask is enough to bring serial asthma attacks. And apparently lung cancer — sudden and very aggressive — is on the rise, and one article I saw thought it was the masks, and rebreathing. The article disappeared, of course.

But all of this is on the background of the mask packages themselves saying they’re for “fashion” purposes, and don’t really deter infection. And hell, this was a known fact until this year.

In fact, the mask cosplay seems to be around for one reason only: to continue to keep people scared. To delay the point at which the population at large realize they’ve been taken for a ride by their “betters” who in fact have no idea whatsoever how the world works.

And if you think that bad, think of how the world will feel, since they caught the panic from us, since normally our science is more reliable than theirs. And they’re going to starve. A vast portion of the civilized world is going to know hunger this year, for the first time in centuries.

The extent to which none of this made sense — though I knew it of course — dropped on my head in September, during our cannon-ball run cross country. Because every state enforces the madness differently. And some places are really mostly open, either officially or not.

So? So, there is no difference in their rates of infection or death. Which — again — for most people in working years, most people under, oh, 80, are negligible.

And no, no one is disparaging grandma. Except that I come from a society in which sixty was old, not the age at which you started a second career. And eighty year olds were so rare I saw my first one when I was 14. What allows grandma to be in the age group most at risk of COVID-19 is wealth. Which we are destroying, while keeping grandma locked down and making her waning years a living hell, to ward off a largely imaginary danger.

Michael Rothman wasn’t wrong. This novel isn’t very convincing. It reminds me of those novels of the seventies, written by authors on drugs, and accepted by editors on drugs, which strove to me “far out” instead of rational.

So far, it gives me a Phillip K. Dick vibe. The novels, not the movies, which inject some coherence.

Only Phillip K. Dick was chaotic, not malevolent. His novels didn’t seem to gloat over the inherent destruction of humankind.

And I’m getting a very strong feeling that’s how the novel ends. Humans, having run away from reason (perhaps driven mad by the very pace of progress) take apart the civilization that allows them to exist.

Right now I see two ends. One of them has the astronauts in the ISS trying to get Earth and getting no response, because the madness escalated, and everyone is dead.

The other? The other cuts 100 years ahead to cavemen scratching the soil amid the ruins of the civilization of “the gods” who came before them.

I don’t like either. I always thought those endings were a cheap cop-out.

It’s time to realize that the curve is more than flat. That what we face (and mostly now have herd immunity to) was at WORST a bad flu. That our supposed betters are a bunch of arse-monkeys who don’t even understand plain facts, let alone science.

Is it time for torches and pitchforks. Oh, more than time. Because unless the torches and pitchforks come out, those two endings are all that is left.

They weren’t fun or clever even in the seventies. They were exasperating. And eventually people got turned off from reading because of them. Because anything is better than irrationality that thinks itself clever.

It’s even less fun living through this. The seventies are dead. Stop taking hallucinogenics and look at reality. The danger was never what you were sold. Keeping insisting that we’re all going to die doesn’t make you clever or superior.

It makes you a caveman who is afraid because the shaman told him only the magical fabric on face can protect him from the wrath of the science gods.

And frankly the rest of us are looking up how to make torches, and there’s about to be a run on pitchforks, as we speak.

I don’t care if you want to hide under your bed forever and wear five or six or even seventeen masks. It’s your business.

But the business of life is living. And to provide for life, humans need to work. Magical money from the government isn’t edible. And neither is that mask.

Go and hide if you wish. Let the rest of us go free.

It will tell you something about how I’m feeling this morning (I think it’s allergies again, honest) that I spent considerable time looking at that title and trying to figure out how to make it more alliterative. Which can’t be done, or or at least not politely and without inventing new possessive pronouns, alas.

And yes, I do have far more weighty topics to write about. And a project that must be finished by Friday, and a load of “but I don’t wanna” that I don’t even want to talk about.

However I do feel this needed to be discussed. It really needed to be discussed. Because if not now, then when?

As you guys know I grew up in a society having a nervous breakdown. I estimate the nervous breakdown started when the king was deposed by people who were at best and kindest interpretation left-anarchists. This landed the country in bankruptcy and eventually ushered in national-socialism (note without a racial component. I’m getting tired of the left assuming any national socialism was the German variant. Look, the thing is despicable enough, like all socialism, without making it more so. In Portugal a racial component to any philosophy makes as much sense as in America. Or less. After all Hitler is said to have referred to Portugal as a mongrel nation. (Now that I’m American I far prefer mutt, but my 23andme seems to confirm I’m in no danger of racial or even ethnic purity.)) And when that fell in 74…. well. Yes, I know what the history books say. I also believe my lying eyes. It wavered back and forth at speed, various flavors of Marxism, which of course hated and excommunicated each other.

To survive, let alone thrive and do well in school, one had to be very alert to the social undercurrents of the movement that had the upper hand, or at least that had the upper hand in your group/school/region/at the moment.

Which helped when I came to the States, because I could read the…. substratum of social situations. I understood that though the President and SUPPOSEDLY the establishment were republican, the way to signal high social class, the way to be accepted in intellectual and arts circles, the way up in general was to signal left as hard as you could.

And it worked, even if felt awful.

In the same way, the way to signal “I want to write SF/F” was to signal left and “intellectual.”
I am for my sins capable of doing that, because I’m naturally interested in strange and geeky things, and I’m …. well….a geek. Always was. In saner times, and had I grown up in a saner country, I’d probably be an engineer.

BUT the signaling for “intellectual” was different, and heck, I knew enough about the left’s obsessions to do it too.

And then something broke. It started around 2003. Though it might have been a late-echo of 9/11 which had a profound effect on my ideas of the world.

2003, I’d written my Shakespeare trilogy and it had “failed” for values of fail that involve earning out a 10k advance a piece (keep in mind normal first timer advance back then was 5k, and is lower now) and getting taken out of print the day it earned out. And I didn’t want to write anymore of those. I had trilogy proposal out from before 9/11 which was in the same vein. “Literary” fantasy, if you wish.

But I wanted to write about– unexplored planets, strange species, daring men — and women — who are occasionally complete morons, but in believable ways. (More on this later.)

I can write literary. I enjoy reading (and writing) historical. But I couldn’t JUST do that, nothing else, forever.

I couldn’t get any agent to understand this. Most of them wanted me to do the prestige thing. They couldn’t understand why I wanted to write this weird stuff. Sure, it might sell, but there was no signaling (virtue or otherwise, in it — it was all “popular” shudder–.) In retrospect, the agent who took me then just lied, and decided to manage me by not submitting the “low” stuff and claiming she had. I mean, I sold DST on my own, and she tried to talk me out of it.

And then the proposal put out before 9/11 which not only required me to be literary but also to do a dance distorting my politics enough to pass (and it was totally cultural appropriation and couldn’t be published now, which tells you how far we’ve come.)

I think writing that broke me (part of the reason I haven’t reissued it.) It eventually led to my coming out of the political closet.

But there are more closets than one, and it’s not just politics.

The way to get ahead in the arts and writing, since forever is to sound erudite, to say the right things…..

Only that’s not who I am. I honestly doubt that’s what any of us are. We’re the odds, the goats, the people who stick out. Yes, our weirdness in general probably leads to our political weirdness, but we can’t just take things from on high and believe them. We have to go and LOOK with our lying eyes, and then…. believe those.

Yesterday I was talking to a friend of what I LIKE in science fiction. And I got all excited. Yes, Heinlein, of course, but more than that, I want to write….
A lot of you guys have read the Prince Roger series by Ringo and Weber. (If you haven’t, go look it, I’ll wait.)

The military aspects aren’t essential. The regency in space isn’t essential (though I have a few of those in the Schrodinger worlds) BUT the adventure, the exotic locales, the strange aliens, the…. adventure. I was telling her I wanted more books like that, and I was becoming convinced I’d have to write them, but it’s a bit like letting my freak flag fly.

And then it hit me: Why not?

Look, I’m 58. I don’t know how much longer we have, particularly with turmoil ahead and tech under attack. I’m fully indie. (In novels and shorts at least.) WHY shouldn’t I write what I want. Sure, it might not sell, but right now we don’t need that much. And weird things sell, anyway, like Austen fanfic.

So, why not just be who I am, drop the masks, live unapologetically?

And yes, I realize that’s not possible for a lot of you with your main job. I DO get that. I know how many of you are pseudonymous, under cover, and HAVE to be or starve.

But I bet there’s freak flags you can let fly besides politics.

You know how they say “Life is short, eat desert first?”

Well, life is in turmoil, and I’m battling a heck of a black elephant (I think it ate the black dog.) When it sits on me, nothing happens, either writing or anything else.

And I’m thinking: eating desert first is silly. I can’t risk the health issues. But…. you know what? I can write what I want, enjoy what I want, and not apologize if my tastes aren’t respectable or what “smart” people like.

<turns baneful eye on what “the best men/women” are up to.

You know what? I’ll be me. As hard as I can. I’ve run out of reasons not to do so.

And I know from when I came out of the political closet that deception twists the soul. So,forget it. I’m going to be me.

Hoists freak flag — it probably looks like several lol cats saluting the American flag, to be honest — grins and walks away to get work done.

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FROM BLAKE SMITH: The Road to Stonberg (The Mercenary Series Book 1).

Gavril thought defeating a giant was the most interesting thing he’d do all week. But when a merchant caravan needs guards for the treacherous journey over the mountains to Stonberg, he can’t resist signing on, and learns that even peaceful men don’t always have peaceful lives.

FROM JULIE PASCAL: Too Late For Vengeance

Very few humans survive the Obsidian transformation that grants them the ability to pilot between the stars, the ability to slip between. Now both star pilots and humans are trapped on the surface of a primitive world, abandoned to an eternal quarantine. Human refugees and their descendants struggle to build a new civilization and a new life. The immortal star pilots become known as Obsidian Witches.

FROM ALMA T. C. BOYKIN: Learnedly Familiar: Familiar Tales Book Seventeen

Where do you file a Missing Meister Report?

Something is moving. Arthur Saldovado, Lelia, and André defeated ancient evil, but mysteries remain. And worse – Arthur’s name-sake is learning how to drive! Who needs abyssal creatures when you have teenagers, school-yard spats, and retail woes to worry about? Certainly not Lelia Chan Lestrang.

When André’s mentor disappears, Lelia braces for the worst. Trouble’s coming, as bad perhaps as the evil that drew her and André together. But she has a few surprises of her own now, including allies in very strange places. With very strange senses of humor.

Return to a Familiar world, full of adventure, bad puns, dark music, magic, shedding lemurs, and domestic chaos.

FROM P. L. KENNY: Havisham’s Collection: A Short Story.

It started with a mermaid.
When a very ordinary family finds a mermaid in the street, their lives take a turn for the extraordinary. A humorous fantasy.

Also includes an excerpt from the supernatural thriller The Demon Ring of Lilitu.

FROM SCOTT SLACK: Closing Time, Last Call

When Corporal Frandsen’s marine battalion was tasked with retaking a space station from enemy forces, he expected a hard fight. What he got was a fight for his life with a time-limit that could kill his entire battalion. What is an enemy willing to risk to win a battle at any cost? Everything.

This is a short story that is currently stand-alone.

FROM D. SCOTT JOHNSON: Death’s Harvest (Gemini Gambit Book 4).

He ran from her, and was never seen again.

Will disappeared through the portal, and they have no way to get him back.

That was not how the story would end.

Kim has to find him, but the portal is destroyed and nobody knows how to build a new one. They have to go back to basics by experimenting with dimensions, with physics…

With her.

Because, somehow, Kim’s special abilities are tied into the technology that created the portal. Mike has theories she doesn’t trust. Tonya has ideas she doesn’t understand. Spencer has tech that’s held together with bailing wire and duct tape. But Kim doesn’t have a choice. They have to get Will back.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the galaxy, a brand-new D-ship pilot is waiting anxiously for her captain to return.

FROM HOLLY LEROY: Hostile Earth.

Terra Vonn is fighting to survive in a destroyed world, surrounded by unspeakable horror . . . and things are about to get much worse. After witnessing the vicious murder of her mother, Terra has a singular focus—exacting revenge on the killers. But before she can complete her plans, savagery intervenes and she is cast alone into a brutal post-apocalyptic world. As she trails the men south through a land filled with cannibalistic criminals, slave traders, and lunatics, the hunter becomes the hunted. Terra quickly learns that she is neither as tough nor as brave as she thinks she is. Worse, she may be the only one who stands between what little remains of civilization and destruction

FROM BILL PESCHELL: Career Indie Author: Tell Your Stories and Build a Business That Will Last a Lifetime.

As a storyteller, you know a lot about developing your plot, creating characters, and editing your work. But do you know how to protect your copyright, record your income and expenses, the risks and rewards between “going wide” and sticking with Kindle Unlimited, and how to market your work? Have you thought about what tasks you should outsource and what you can do in-house?

Running your own business successfully means understanding the business mindset, where cash flow is the life blood and decisions you make at the start of your career will affect everything that follows.

“Career Indie Author” charts the landscape of indie publishing in the 21st century, where you set the rules and choose your path to publishing.

FROM ASIAPAC AND DANNY JALIL: Lieutenant Adnan and The Last Regiment.

Lieutenant Adnan and The Last Regiment / Illustrated by Zaki Ragman / Written by Danny Jalil / History of Singapore 1942 Japanese Invasion The Battle of Bukit Chandu Paperback ISBN 9789812297020 / 978-9812297020 Publisher: Asiapac Printed in Singapore 118 Pages Lieutenant Adnan bin Saidi was a man who fought valiantly to defend Singapore during the Japanese invasion in February 1942. He, along with the rest of the Malay Regiment, battled the Japanese soldiers on Bukit Chandu. These great men were Singapore’s last defense and fought bravely to the end, despite being captured, and even tortured. Narrated by the son of Lieutenant Adnan’s son, Mokhtar, this comic book tells the story of Lieutenant Adnan’s life – not only depicting the infamous Battle of Bukit Chandu, but also the events before the critical battle and its repercussions thereafter. Through this book, readers would gain a deeper insight into Lieutenant Adnan’s admirable character, as they will be given a glimpse of who he was, beyond his role as a soldier: a husband and father.

FROM ODESSA MOON: The Bride from Dairapaska (The Steppes of Mars Book 1).

On a terraformed Mars, young Debbie Miller was sent far from her rural village as part of a marriage compact between the rulers of two demesnes. A peasant who knew only obedience, she accepted her duty to bear her husband’s children and work alongside him. But when they were sent to build a village in a barren patch of nowhere, her abusive husband forces her to take action. She flees with her children and their dog into the vast open steppes where dying was preferable to life with him.

Debbie only wanted to escape, but her encounter with the Steppes Riders, and especially Yannick of Kenyatta, unwittingly ignites changes that attract the attention of Mars’ ruling families. Left to her own resources, Debbie must adapt to her new life and figure out how to defend her adopted people.

The Steppes of Mars series imagines a transformed world where a disaster on Earth decades ago cut off all contact with its wealth and resources. Experience a Mars where its genetically modified inhabitants have developed their own cultures, beliefs, and religions. A semi-feudal world where ruling families control vast demesnes under a central government at Barsoom. A world of limited resources where train travel is possible but cars and planes are not. A world of free-cities — open and domed — villages, vast fields and steppes, and people banding together to survive and thrive in this harsh new world.

FROM C.V. WALTER: The Alien’s Accidental Bride (Alien Brides Book 1).

Molly was no stranger to life’s little detours. After the last upheaval, she left her family’s law firm to become a maintenance technician on the Space Station Bradbury 12. When an accident knocks her off her feet, she’s going to have to draw on all her resilience to get back up. First, though, she’s going to have to figure out how to talk to the big, blue alien trying to help her.

There wasn’t supposed to be a space station where Mintonar’s ship emerged from the galactic bridge. As far as they knew, there wasn’t supposed to be intelligent life on the planet, either. Proof of how wrong they were is laying in his Medical Bay and it’s his job to save her. When he touches her, his life turns upside down and his mission suddenly includes figuring out why everything inside him insists she’s his mate. And convincing her of the same thing, especially when they don’t even speak the same language.

Vignettes by Luke, Mary Catelli and ‘Nother Mike.

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

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

If you have questions, feel free to ask.

Your writing prompt this week is: NARROW

Finally slept a normal night. Ton of stuff to do. Post might or might not happen. Just letting you know I’m alive.

Have a picture to keep you entertained.

I always find myself a little weirded when someone links me for something like a comment I made on facebook, or a blog post, and someone else comes along and says “Oh, I’ve read one or two books of Sarah’s, I think, and she writes the kind of thing she writes very well, but it’s just so girly and not my cup of tea.”

I swear I’ve started like… 20 answers to those, and stopped, staring at the screen. And then I remember the number one maxim: Never argue with readers or potential readers.

I am, however sorely disappointed in all of you who read my fiction, because I’ve yet to see anyone answer as they should. “The kind of thing? You mean books, with words and everything? Because dude, the only thing she hasn’t written is picture books and that is changing, for a given definition of picture books.”

Look, it’s a problem, okay. I can’t imagine anyone who is a massive fan of the Shakespeare trilogy going insane for Darkship Thieves (no link for now. Coming next week for sure. Well, the first one, as reissue.) Or someone who loves Darkship Thieves adoring Dyce Dare. And that’s just in the stuff I was allowed to publish, which yes, is a little girlie because traditional publishing (truly guys when is the last time you saw a newly launched action hero that was male and trad pub?) Though I don’t think DST is girly, not even — particularly not, perhaps — the ones featuring Athena.

And yet, there are a few people who do like all of them, and frankly, so do I, or I’d not have written them. Though I’ll confess that to write the Shakespeare trilogy now would take me a lot of effort to get back into that mind set, and my obsession with Shakespeare. Which is a pity, as I’d planned on 5 books, but barring my becoming fabulously wealthy (I’m okay with that) I can’t see taking the three to six months needed to get back into the mind set and finish the series. Heck, even the musketeers which are easier because they don’t require language stuff are languishing because I don’t feel like doing ALL the research again. (It doesn’t help that I’ve somehow lost — I think in a computer crash) the book I had started.

But I write everything because I read everything. Everything that came into the house got read, partly because I read really fast (concussion and stupid eye tricks resulting from has slowed me down some) and couldn’t buy enough books. So I read the books dad bought, which went all the way from WWII memoirs to high literary, with a heavy deep into mystery. And the books my brother bought: adventure, anthropological research and engineering, tech speculation, westerns, mystery and science fiction. Also a lot of comics. And the books my cousin who is 14 years older than I and was raised with us read: westerns and romance. Including PORTUGUESE romance. Look, the guy is a bullfighter. He and the girl have a fight. He goes out mad and dies. She mourns him ever after. Happy ending. Don’t ask. Took me years to realize that was ONLY a Portuguese thing. Yes, I ran away with science fiction at 11. But I still loved EVERYTHING. So, you know. I still read everything. From which comes writing everything.

Now, I have something like 40 novels started, not counting the “idea jotted down.” A lot of those are probably as dead as the Dodo because they were from the “heavily researched historical novel” phase. And because I’m not sure I have the patience anymore. Or the time. Memento mori and all that.

What was published was a confluence of what I wanted to write and what trad pub would accept. The overlap is not amazing, and I’ll confess for some things they probably have the right idea. Yeah, wait till I finish No Man’s Land. I expect half of you will sit there, jaw dropped, going “I guess Sarah’s gone insane.” The thing is that I’ve gone sane, since that book has been with me since I was 14, and has been written five times in different ways. However publisher bias is a definitely influence. To give you an example of the influence trad pub has/had on what gets published, though, you kind of have to look at the workshop in which I sold the Shakespeare Trilogy (in idea and first page only) you have to know that I had a time travel, mil sf story featuring the red baron ALMOST finished. That was rejected, because the Red Baron fought Snoopy, so people wouldn’t buy it. Also, Shakespeare in Love had just made a big splash, so… there must be a market. Or take the musketeer’s mysteries: they sold at the same time the DaVinci Mysteries were rejected (Yes, I know, but research, so it’s being pushed back till we move and … well, the way things are going maybe hiding in my library with books isn’t a totally bad idea. NM.) because “This is not at all like the DaVinci code.” (Well, no. Because, you know, that would be plagiarism.)

Which brings us, round about and sideways to the subject of our amazingly awkward weekly promo: the Shifter Series.

I had published the Shakespeare series and it had “tanked” by the special definition of tanking that means “it sold enough to pay off an advance that was double the normal first book advance, and they took it out of print the week it earned out, because it wasn’t slated to sell well, duh.”

Unfortunately no matter the reason your series is declared a failure, you learn early that it’s always the author’s fault. But what if the publishing house picked something that was obviously niche market, brought it out hard cover with no publicity, and didn’t even put fiction on the cover, much less fantasy, so 90% of the book stores had a memgrim and never unpacked it from the closet, and/or shelved it in art or theater or history. (I will forever cherish the anti-fan letter from the academic whom I picture turning so purple while typing it that he had a stroke shortly after. He asked if I was out of my mind to think Shakespeare really had met fairies. He seemed to be under the impression I’d written an history book. Even with all the bushwa in Shakespearean biography, I’m amazed he could think so.) If the book fails, or is deemed to fail (as discussed earlier, they actually don’t have a very clear idea how many books they sold) it’s always the author’s fault. Even though the author has absolutely no control over anything, once the manuscript is turned in.

More importantly, it is deemed that if the author failed with one book, the author will fail with all books, not matter how different, or in what genres. This is the most complete and utter bilge to anyone who reads the older authors. Look, Agatha Christie can’t be topped for cozy mysteries, but her thrillers make me cry inside. Georgette Heyer’s regencies spawned an entire genre, but her mysteries…. ah, no.

And as a new writer, you sell what you sell. You can’t ACTUALLY choose what you sell. It’s kind of like applying to all sorts of universities and then having someone judge you because you went to some small, boutique college. “Well, I applied to all of them, that’s the one that accepted me.” (Keep in mind I’m talking of being a new writer in the 90s. Newbies now have so much MORE control.)

In fact, traditional publishers know it too. I mean that it’s bullshit to blame the writer or to assume the writer will never sell in anything else. Why? Because sometime in the oughts they wrote things saying that if any agent submitted a writer under a pen name and didn’t tell the publisher what the real name was, the agent would be banned forever. This was because someone had failed big in “women’s fiction” and then submitted a cozy under a closed pen name, and went bestseller. And her agent kept her secret. Makes no sense for the publisher to be mad at this, except they didn’t want the myth exploded.

Anyway, because trad pub was the only reality back then, what they said was the law. And they said I had failed. To complete the mess I was in, my agent dumped me. (Or I dumped him. I actually don’t remember. Doesn’t mater anyway.) And no one would touch me.

In the middle of this, of course, I was doing what I do: leaning into it. Lots of people were “fired” as writers in 2002 and 2003, when the “worst quarter in American publishing” (then, I bet the covidiocy was WAY worse for trad pub) came home to roost. I had friends far more talented than I that just walked away. I feel a little weird some of them think I stayed on because I had some kind of edge on them. Though I suppose I did. It’s called: stubborn as a mule.

That summer I wrote seventeen proposals and started shopping them to agents first. I was also interviewing agents and forcefully punting all that said “Well, I see you doing a book maybe every two years, and getting a teaching post on the side.” (If I wanted to teach, I’d do that.)

In the middle of it, I was doing a deep dive in “what is selling.” And what was selling at the time was Urban fantasy. Um…. when Urban Fantasy was less sexy time and more action with fantasy.

I’d written fantasy with Shakespeare. And I can write magic and spells and stuff. I just don’t…. like it? My mind doesn’t really bend that way. This has a lot to do — probably — with a fictional tradition scoured clean of the myths of the little people, and where most supernatural is malevolent.

The fantasy author I prefer is Pratchett, and he’s…. not standard.

I got the formula for Urban Fantasy down easily. Kind of like Buffy, with the forever flirting with the monster, thing, etc. And the brave and beautiful girl.

But dear Lord, I can’t do anything the way I’m supposed to. It’s like I came into life spinning sideways and upside down, and I’m likely to remain that way.

Which brings us to Shifters. They came out of a dream. I actually describe the dream in the afterword of the first book, so I won’t repeat it here.

It’s not unusual for me to have these dreams. I will be reading a book I wrote, only I didn’t write it. Normally in the morning I can’t remember the book or story.

This one I made a point of reading two pages and the back and I remembered it. I woke up in the morning — at the time my office was half of the bedroom — ambled over to the computer, and wrote a chapter.

I was up to three chapters later that week, when Jim Baen called and asked if I wanted to sell him a book. I sent him three chapters and a cover page, and went for a walk with my husband. When I came back, I’d made my first sale to Baen.

Of course the book was completely wrong for the house, but that’s neither here nor there. I’m not sure it’s right for any house. In fact, I’m not sure it’s Urban Fantasy as such. For one, it’s not the brave and beautiful girl (though there are three of those to date) it’s an ensemble cast of misfits. The romance is very incidental. The sex is definitely and decisively OFF SCREEN. And there’s jokes like the shifter couple adopting a cat and naming him “Not Dinner.”

But my fans seem to like it. And it think it has legs, and what the heck am going to try. There are 20 books planned, and I really AM hard at work on Bowl of Red and All Hot, as well as on a short novel (space opera) that should be done today.

Right now what I can write and earn is limited by my time and energy, and part of our plan is to make sure I have more of both.

Anyway, that’s your incredibly awkward promo of the week. I think. For a given definition of promo. And now I need to go write (more directly) paying words.

I’ll just say “if you’ve read one or two things by Sarah Hoyt” and you think it’s very good for that sort of thing, but you don’t read that sort of thing, maybe you should download samples of the other things by Sarah A. Hoyt. Heck, I have it on good authority that some people who don’t read cozies like Dyce… And after all, that’s what samples are for.

And now I’ll go work.

We all talk about what happens to an institution, an industry, or for that matter a city when the left seizes control of it. At this point it has happened often enough that we have a term and a meme for it. “Skinsuited” is the theme and this twitter has become a meme.

But what is lost on most people, and in the meme, is this: They don’t mean to kill the thing they seize.

Seriously, trust me on this. They really have no clue what they’re doing will destroy this prized possession they just got by hook and — most often — by crook.

There is something you must understand about the left as it stands right now (the left of the early twentieth century was a different thing, as they hadn’t yet taken over the institutions, so they were largely the outsiders. Though not for long.)): they are the good boys and girls. They are the ones who went to school and listened, the ones who never questioned the revelations handed down by the teachers, the ones who wanted to dress well — for whatever the values of the time were — and be good. Some of them along the way became bizarre perverted horrors, but in the beginning they were attentive, caring and wanted to do good in the world. Oh, and be admired for it. Definitely be admired for it.

Behind that might lurk unclean lusts for power, wealth and sinful levels of pride, but let’s face it, anyone who is fairly intelligent wants to be rewarded for that intelligence, wants to have the power to order their space and their career, and wants to “do well by doing good.” Yes, all of that has gone astray.

Unfortunately by the time the current left came of age, the institutions had been well saturated with Marxism. All of us, I’m sorry to say, were taught by Marxism, our world view, no matter how much we try to clear it, will retain bits of Marxism, and our idea of history is full of Marxism. So is economics and…. well, everything.

Even more unfortunately the type of person who tends to buy into Marxism wholesale, never question any bit of it, and become enthusiastic foot soldiers in the campaign for Marxist utopia are “people of the system.” There is a post by that name, if you want to look it up, but what it boils down to is this: They like theories that are completely explanatory of everything…. provided you never look outside the theory. I.e. if you just stay with the theory and its explanations, everything works great.

This is characteristic, a form of thinking, a type of human brain. In former times people like leftists were monks who became completely enamored of the theological system and started going down the rabbits nest, till the most important thing was how many angels could dance on the head of a pin, having completely missed the non-corporeal nature of angels, or indeed asking of what importance this was to the outside world.

A lot of academicians and philosophers in the pre-scientific era were this type too. They took what the ancients had said, and elaborated on it, without ever in fact testing the system outside of itself. “Okay, so it is said that things fall faster the closer to the ground they are, like a horse sensing the stable. Let’s test the rate of fall of this hammer. For that matter, if the hammer is sensing its usual resting place, it should fall faster near the toolbox.”

In fact, this type of mind might be the antithesis of scientific. “Everyone says this is so, so it must be so” isn’t just “not science”, it prevents science from happening. Going by history, if you’ve been taught, and everyone says that “when things get bad enough, the people, as one will rise up” and you’re presented with data showing that it’s when repression lifts, and people start having a little more (money, time, health) that revolutions happens, you ignore it. Which is why you do thinks like wreck the American economy, be baffled as to why the people as one aren’t rising up to take out the 1% and, in frustration, create Occupy Wall Street to show the people how to rise up, and they still won’t rise up.

You can count revolution as another of those things that the left has wrecked. And they really wanted a revolution. (Wrecking the economy and the US and the Western world in general is the one exception to “they don’t do it on purpose.” And even that is iffy. Sure, they wreck everything, but that’s because their revealed Theory of Everything tells them if they do that, wealth will become evenly distributed, all over the world, and paradise will ensue. They want what’s best for you, America. You just don’t know what it is, but they’re going to show you (good and hard.)

And the problem is exactly this. They are bounded by a system that doesn’t allow them to see reality. Because reality would be different, and they can’t process that. They live and die by their system.

So when they take over an institution, at first they think they really are going to improve it and make it great. Take education. They have all these studies (and they don’t understand that studies involving humans are iffy, because humans aren’t widgets) that show that people learn best if they’re having fun; that all children hate memorization; that reading is much faster and better if you learn the word as a word, instead of trying to sound it out. So they went into education full of energy, determined to put all this into practice. The fact that this hadn’t been done like that for centuries didn’t matter. They were going to show the world…

We all know the disaster. The left knows the disaster too. That’s why they keep coming up with the world’s stupidest defenses, “But if you sound out the word, you just know what it sounds like, not what it means!” (Well, yes, that’s why there are these things called dictionaries, though a lot of us who went into reading all thumbs and head first often deduced the meaning from the surrounding words we did know. That works too. With occasionally hilarious exceptions.) And “But we don’t teach them that stuff because there’s so much other stuff to learn.”

And then what they end up doing, in “education” is bizarre cathecization. I.e. they end up teaching the system, in shibboleths to kids who are very bad readers, can’t do math, and are in general messes. But anyone can teach and learn a simplistic system. The Catholic Church for years taught a simplified version of its cathecism to people who could barely speak. I watched it being done. It can be done. (And it helped, honestly, since a lot of it had to do with how to live a decent and moral life, which they otherwise wouldn’t be able to. Giving them internal principles helped them and their care takers, even if the individual didn’t fully get it.) Unfortunately Marxism is not nearly as congruent with reality as Christianity. So when the system isn’t making their pupils better people and healing all the ills in the world, the teachers (themselves already cathecized, not taught in any sense of the word) go searching for more extreme things. Non-gender-pronouns for every boy girl penguin or perhaps “let’s make every white kid feel guilty for being born white and inculcate in them hatred of themselves and their whole families.” Because you see, the system doesn’t explain every individual is different. And it pretty much emphasizes that “classes” (now including races, thanks to Gramsci) have collective guilt. So even though you, yourself, never owned a slave, nor did anyone of your country in living memory, you share the guilt of ancestors who looked like you (almost everyone has ancestors of other races. Trust me on this.) Because you’re a class. And if your class is reviled and made to pay for its crimes, voila, instant paradise.

It goes like this with everything. They take over cities, and they implement all the policies that they were told will make it wonderful and flourish. They believe the theories and the system. So they do it. When hell ensues, they’re baffled and can’t understand why it went all wrong. It never occurs to them the system might be wrong. That would be kind of like telling you that you don’t have a body. I mean, you know you have a body. And they know the system is right, and nothing exists outside the system.

Or take publishing. They didn’t set out to wreck salability. They knew that if they told the great Marxist stories people would be enthralled. Why, the proletariat is naturally Marxist. They were going to give them a voice. They were going to tell them they could rise up. They’d lift the shackles of the moralistic Judeo Christian system and FREE people. They would — They would fall flat on their faces, because no one wants to read about horrible people doing horrible things for no reason, and the proletariat in America back when it read a lot, mostly wanted to have fun adventures and maybe fall in love while reading their books.

So the left did what it always does. “Preach louder.” And when that failed harder, they conceived a hatred for people, out there, that they can’t understand, or predict, or force to fit into the system.

Those words that come out of their mouths? “Deplorable” and “Bitter Clingers” and all the rest of it? They really think we’re stupid. I mean, the system is so easy to grasp, and yet we refuse to believe and make it work.

Of course the system can’t work. The system, when it collides with reality is disproved hard. Reality is a bitch, she always wins. And the system takes revenge by making it hell on Earth and sending all those kulaks who refuse to play along to mass graves.

So, why do you need to know they don’t do it on purpose, if in the end they all become bitter, horrible people who hate those around them and want to hurt them?

Well, because it explains a lot of things. Their fury and paranoia (and why DC is now an occupied zone) is the result of the fact they don’t do it on purpose. They’re true believers, and they don’t understand why we don’t play along. They hate us and are terrified of us, because the system has no place for individuals. And yet here we are. And they can’t understand why we refuse to follow the promulgation of truth from on high. I mean, they would.

This is why the more they seize control of, the more things fall apart in their hands. The system can’t encompass complex systems or individual decisions. So things are constantly surprising them, and giving them the impression that the world is out to get them. Mostly because it is. Because reality always wins.

The reason I say the left is like the dog who has caught the car, has its teeth clamped on the bumper and can’t figure out why it’s not winning, is because it’s the most apt metaphor. Having captured government with a potemkin campaign and the most fraudulent election in the history of the US, they can’t understand why we’re not all falling into line, and transporting seamlessly into a socialist republic. In fact the car is accelerating, the dog is getting dragged to its death: which is the best metaphor for how the covidiocy that was part of their grand plan has accelerated the death of the institutions/cities/regions/fields they’ve captured. And they’re baffled, confused and terrified because the system must be true, and the system says this should have worked.

And so we’ve come to this uniquely perilous moment. They can’t see outside the system. They don’t know how they look to us. They feel our resentment, our refusal to believe and do as they say, and they can’t understand why or where it’s coming from.

At some point, like a toddler with a wind up doll that won’t work right, they’re going to try to smash us in a grand fit of rage.

Be prepared. I predict it will go about as well as everything else they try to do. They will distort the economy for maybe a generation, but in the end all they’re doing by ramping up what the system says should work is commit suicide.

And for us, it’s important to remember after. A lot of people, particularly the rebellious young, just turn what the left says they want (which has nothing to do with what they do) on its head and think this makes it all right. But it’s still a system, and systems like that don’t account for individuals, chaos or the unexpected.

And then there’s what the left has done for three generations “hire for ideology” not competence. If you do that, you get people who care more about the system — the ideology — than the thing they’re supposed to be doing.

Industries, sciences, engineering, medicine, writing, selling books, all of them can work very well if the people working on them are MOST interested in the case, the people, the bridge in front of them, and not in how they fall into the ideology and the system.

One thing I noticed in every industry the left takes over, is that it becomes flooded with people who care passionately about Marxism and raising consciousness and fighting for racial or gender justice, and– And not writing/selling a marketable book. Or building an energy plant that will furnish power (real power) to the people to cook with and heat their houses. Or teach the kids the alphabet. Or pave the road. Or build a bridge that doesn’t fall down.

The occupying Junta is a good example of this. Time and again, they hire someone who has no experience for the job and who wouldn’t be competent enough to organize and run a teddy bear tea. BUT when challenged they gush about how this is the first person of x ethnicity/sex/orientation to hold the position. And can’t understand why that doesn’t make it better.

In fact, the whole diversity thing is part of how the left fails to understand… well, anything. There is a weak (note weak) correlation between a group with diverse points of view and better results in a project. Sometimes these points of view even correlate to say sex. I’m tired of being given the example of an airplane seat that was designed for both men and women and they had only men on the team. Then the woman came in and showed them what they’d been overlooking, and why it wouldn’t work for a female. That’s dandy, but that speaks incompetence of the original team. If they were designing it for both, they should have got a woman there to test it on, early on. In the end they were building the seat wrong because they weren’t very bright, not because they were all men.

In the same way, apparently a chip company made a mint from allowing the Janitor to talk to the board and explain there were no chips being sold that appealed to a Latin taste. Great. It was an overlooked market, and it paid off big. But arguably, again, it was incompetence of the board. Why weren’t they test marketing to various sub-cultures?

However, diversity of thought and opinion has some uses (the current drive for crazy “unity” doesn’t. It’s the scream of the dying system.) Diversity of skin color, reproductive organs, or whom you like to sleep with, doesn’t.

The system however says that people that share a large and obvious characteristic, like skin color or orientation, are basically all the same. So the left is enthralled with this faux-diversity and expects it to render magical results, even though it makes no sense whatsoever. Because they’re people of the system.

Which, as much as malice, insanity and a large amount of laughable self-pride explains the Junta. And why they think it’s perfectly ethical to steal an election. After all they’re “the good people” and they’ll bring us paradise. Unless we don’t let them…. Or reality, that bitch, trips them up again.

Stay aware, stay alert. It’s going to get very very rough before it smooths out. People who are interested in the system aren’t interested in whatever the thing is they’re supposed to be doing: feeding people, teaching kids to read, writing readable books, etc. etc.

Some of the industries they’ve taken over are actual science and there their insanity is going to hurt us all.

In the reorganization, remember. Hire people who want to do the thing, and who are passionate about the thing. Not people who want to posture, preen and feel like they’re saints of the system.

Teach science again. Teach that it’s not decided by majority opinion, but by hypothesis, testing and results. Teach art again: all the techniques that have been forgotten. And the same for crafts, like writing.

And teach that there’s no overarching system that explains everything. There just isn’t. And there is no way to control people to play under any given system, because systems aren’t part of reality. And you’re not made smarter and better because you believe in a system: you’re made smarter and better by learning and practicing and not giving up.

There’s nothing inherently wrong to the individuals caught in the system. If they can be brought to believe the system doesn’t work, and care about whatever the “thing” is, be it writing or selling, or teaching, or reporting news or building machines, with the passionate intensity they’ve devoted to the system, they’ll be fine.

Of course, the experience will be akin to dying and rebuilding themselves after. And few will do it.

But we must remember this, so we don’t fall into the same trap.

A civilization can’t survive if people don’t care about the thing they’re supposed to be doing, but only about the overarching system. It just can’t.

So forget the system, and do the thing. Build over, build under, build around, because the left is wrecking society as a hole, and someone will need to take the weight and lift it up again, when it falls.

Freedom of Speech by LawDog

One of the things that has been sticking in my craw recently is the tendency of folks busy deplatforming people for Wrongthink to solemnly intone:  “Freedom of Speech in America has always been restricted.”
Eeh.

Before I get off on a roll, let me first state that I Am Not A Lawyer. I am, at best, a dilettante in the Law — but I can read. Which means that a whole bunch of other folks need to start reading, too.
So.

They are somewhat correct. Some speech has no protection from restriction: Obscenity, child pornography, false statements, and to a lesser extent speech that is owned by others, and commercial speech.

This, however, isn’t where the deplatformers come from (I’m looking at you folks taking a thunder run at Baen’s Bar in particular), they’ve decided that “Incitement to Violence” isn’t Free Speech, as they clutch their pearls.

Fortunately, we have established Supreme Court case law on this very subject!

Let us turn our eyes, or browsers in most cases, to Brandenburg v. Ohio (1969); a fascinating case involving a Ku Klux Klan leader who invited a reporter to attend a rally he was throwing.

As one would probably expect, at said rally Brandenburg got het up and made speeches of the type you would from that bunch of numpties. Lots of threats of violence against people with differing melanin levels, some exhorting of violence towards folks of different religious ideas; and topped it off with a demand that his bunch of cockwombles march on Washington DC, and do violence upon various personages and institutions up there.

As one might expect, the law in Ohio frowned upon this and promptly hooked Mr Brandenburg up. He, of course, sued; which leads us to Brandenburg v. Ohio.

When the dust settled, the Supreme Court established a simple, three-part (two in some definitions) test called, “The Imminent Lawless Action” test. These parts are:

1)  Intent to speak;

2)  Imminence of Lawlessness; and

3)  Likelihood of Lawlessness.

Anyone who’s unclear about the definition of “Imminent” or “Immediate” should probably pause to peruse a dictionary. We’ll wait.

So. If Sumdood gets all up in a tizzy and starts running his mush demanding that a crowd do violence now to the US Government/ Mongolian Gerbils/ Insert Your Favourite Group Here AND the crowd thinks that’s a splendiferous idea, takes up their torches, pitchforks, and gerbil sticks; and starts actively looking for the nearest Mongolian Embassy and Gerbil Ranch … well, Sumdood has a problem, because that little speech wasn’t protected free speech.

However if nobody does anything imminently or immediately in response to that speech … it’s protected speech.

And don’t yammer at me about “You can’t yell ‘Fire’ in crowded theater” — that’s Schenck v. United States (1919) which was clarified by Brandenburg, and you’re misquoting Justice Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr anyway (the actual quote is: “[F]alsely shouting fire in a theatre and causing a panic.”)

This is generally when a lot of folks trying to debate this will crawfish back to:  “But, but ‘Fighting Words!”

Sigh. Don’t. Just … don’t.

Under Chaplinksy v. New Hampshire (1942) “fighting words” requires that the words uttered “tend to incite an immediate [there’s that word again] breach of the peace”; be “directed towards the person of the hearer”; and “likely to be seen as a ‘direct personal insult'”, so unless the people being threatened was: a) present; 

b) personally and directly insulted; and 

c) The words [tended] incited an immediate breach of the peace …

You can’t use “fighting words” to restrict the speech.

“How,” I hear you ask, “Does this pertain to Baen’s Bar?”

Simple. If someone has been yacking about doing violence unto the Fed.gov for ten or fifteen years … it’s pretty safe to say that lawlessness is not “imminent”, and thus fails the Brandenburg test. That speech, distasteful though you may find it, is protected Free Speech.

If someone is discussing how long the Mongolian Embassies and Gerbil Ranches will last after they’re cut-off from civilization, and nobody is tooling up to cut the local ME&GR off from civilization … well, it fails Brandenburg, and is protected speech.

You may not like it, but we’re not guaranteed Freedom Of Speech We Like And Approve Of. That speech requires no guaranteed freedom.

We have Freedom of Speech for those things you don’t like or approve of.

Deal with it.

LawDog

Our national moment is mired in sunk costs.

And our sunk costs are much worse than normal because humans live longer than they used to, and, thanks to technology (and the technology that started this was poking a stick into the ground and dropping a seed in it. It’s been building up ever since) history moves faster than it ever has.

Oh, add to that some interesting things, like the fact that we’re drowning in story telling of all kinds (which was bound to happen as soon as we had the tech for it, since we’re wired to like story) and that a lot of stories we’re being told and have been told for 100 years not only have nothing to do with reality, but have actual counter-value for survival.

Yeah, it’s a fine mess we got ourselves into.

People living longer is a problem because people are designed to be fairly flexible and knowledge sponges when young, and then we’re supposed to settle in — around our late 20s or so — and run on what we learned then. Not just our profession, but our general picture of the world are pretty much set.

Now, of course, not all our ancestors lived in times of peace. Even Portugal, which was a relative backwater got to be… er…. the reservoir tip at the end of Europe not just because of regular visitors, tourists, sailors doing business, but because it got invaded or had some scuffle going on on the regular. On the regular being oh, once every few centuries.

Thing is most people’s lives were about 40 years or so. Which means that even if you had the really bad luck of living in one of those times, there was 50/50 chance that you’d get hit when you were young enough to adapt. And if you didn’t, well… in a disruption you had a good chance of dying anyway, and if you didn’t, you didn’t live all that long either.

Look, I’m mildly panicked at the birth dearth and have been for 20 years. Other people are starting to get where I am and I no longer get shouted down when I point out most of the figures we get from the third world fall under the highly technical term or “inventive bullshit.” And that what leaks out around the edges shows they’re really, really, really bad at feeding their population or allowing it to thrive, but the birth rate is shrinking along with everyone else’s, and sometimes harder. (And heck, in their case the population might be shrinking too, though they’re also experiencing a substantial rate of increase in longevity.)

But in historical terms our population isn’t just aging, or past its prime. Our population is geriatric.

I first became aware of this when the USSR fell, and communists, after a tiny little moment of surprise, went back to peddling the same rotten communist fish, with the addition of telling us that the “good guys lost” the cold war. And honestly, are now back to publishing articles about how communism was great and sexually empowering for women. (So, in the late eighties, just before the whole thing crashed, a charity of some sort came to talk to a group we were in. I can’t remember details. BUT one of the stories they presented — from people who had lived and grown in the USSR — was of the group of guy who shared a condom. I don’t remember exactly how many there were. It was either six or ten. Because the USSR had caught on population was falling and therefore was making contraceptives hard to come by. So these guys shared a condom, and washed it in between, and when it tore, the guy who worked in a plant that made rubber stuff would repair it. Great for women’s sex lives my poor sore feet.)

At the time I was reading a psychology book about how cognitive function changes and declines, and how after 45 most people have the hardest time changing their minds, and will follow what they heard in childhood.

And frankly, what most people 45 and older learned in childhood was through various kinds of movies and entertainment which were … wrong and slanted. As someone pointed out here, how the world say in the fifties is portrayed in current movies is completely different from what movies made at the time portrayed. And not in the way you’d expect. And this goes all the way down, including, you know, if you read Mark Twain, you find that no, the 19th century wasn’t uniformly racist. Yes, sure, Mark Twain was an oddity, but you know what, he neither died a pauper nor was run out of town. So, no, the nineteenth century was not the wasteland of racism and sexism you would expect.

I honestly think this is the reasons the SJWs and the older idiots who think they’re stunningbrave try so hard to discover problems in and cancel the past. Because if you read older authors, yes, you’re going to find things that rub you wrong (and not always the ones you expect) but you’re also going to find the uberstory you’ve been sold is …. false. And that’s a gentle way to put it. A complete, outrageous and self serving lie would be more accurate.

The problem is that as their control over media and entertainment breaks, these people are being bombarded with information that makes them uncomfortable and — if they were honest, which most aren’t — would make them question everything they’ve ever thought and did.

Heck, guys, just these four years as the masks came off, had enough “what now?” to make me question a lot of the things I believed in and supported. Including most of the GOP candidates. And on the war on terror…. Well, I never supported it the way it was fought. But now? Now I wonder if we really should just have bombed hard from the air, and then let them do whatever they did.

But imagine you’re in your late sixties, and suddenly you’re going “Maybe everything I knew about Vietnam is wrong?” “Maybe people aren’t against communism because they’re racists” maybe….

Even if you’re determined not to pay attention, some things will break through. And they have to hurt and make you uncomfortable.

Add to that that most of our professional lives were in turmoil even before the covidiocy. Being a person of her words, and working mostly in writing, I had no clue until a friend told her that retail was (already) being hit with the same “rapid technological change” stick as writing. Teaching, of course, is on the same train. But so is stuff like…. dentistry. And probably a ton more things where no one pulled me aside to say “Hey, my field–“

And most people in these fields are older than 45. I’ve gone through a heck of a time to figure out how to start again in writing, as the field turned upside down and sideways. And I’m RELATIVELY flexible. Most writers who had as long a career in trad pub would probably retire. (Heck, I considered it.)

Middle-aged-unemployed-man syndrome is a thing. (And it’s man, because most women don’t put their entire worth into a career.) You basically sit and do nothing and can’t adapt.

Well, we were on our way to a bunch of that, already. And it’s only going to get worse. Massively, exponentially worse.

Why? Mostly because the left has the most sunk costs. They’re the ones who still think the world would be a better place if the USSR had won. (And no, they don’t understand without the US being so productive we could FEED the USSR, it would have imploded in a decade or less. Or that most of the USSR achievements were imaginary and existed only on paper. Much less what a bizarre complex horror the place was.) To think otherwise would mean they not only wasted most of their lives, but were on the wrong side for a vast portion of it.

It is human to throw the good after the bad. And not just money. It’s human to try to justify a posteriori our mistakes, so they weren’t mistakes after all.

And the left is trying so hard to do this, they have their fingers stuck in their ears and are repeating soothing mantras to themselves.

Which is why they’ve managed to invent a vast menace of white supremacy where none exists or to make a president that was a little left of center “worse than Hitler.”

Unfortunately it’s getting harder and harder for them to avoid a cognitive reckoning. And because things keep accelerating, everything they do actually breaks the reality — unified media, entertainment, opinion, unified everything — they want a little further apart.

Covidiocy has put a fork into most of the fields they control completely. As in, they’re done. They might still be shambling on their feet, but it’s like a turkey running with the head cut off. They’re done. They had maybe one more generation — 10 or 20 more years — to shamble gently into irrelevancy, but now if they — trad pub, Hollywood, the news, etc. — have five years remaining to them, I’d be shocked.

And it’s strong odds their political shenanigans, obvious “occupation Junta”, attempted purge of the armed services and ridiculous war on largely imaginary “white supremacy” is only going to accelerate things.

A violent convulsion was always on the books. There’s a reason that the industrial revolution (the fastest tech change before today) was accompanied by “the age of revolutions.” (And world wars, as idiots — mostly kings, later well, various “leaders” — tried to create multinational polities. Which is what we should have taken out of the world wars “cultures are different, and shouldn’t be shoved together for no reason”– instead of “nationalism is bad, which was so stupid only communists could have invented it.)

But there was a chance with our geriatric population, and relative abundance, it wouldn’t happen. That the process in place since the mid-seventies would continue, and eventually, sometime in the late 21st century we’d have gone around to a sane-ish society again.

Alas, humans will fight to preserve sunk costs. And the humans who had carefully insulated themselves from reality and who believe fairytales about perfect communist utopias are the ones in the greatest panic and trying to make things go back to a place where they felt comfortable.

Since they couldn’t find reality with two hands, a seeing eye dog, and sonar, what they’re doing is actually destroying the remnants of the things they like

And increasing — almost to certainty — the possibility of violent convulsions.

All the lock downs, covidiocies, green new deals, and great resets are just them covering their ears and screaming “make the past come back.”

It ain’t gonna happen. And they’re not going to win, for one because their ideas have no basis in anything real, including and up to “what humans eat.”

There will be a great reset. Not the one they want.

But on the way there? Things are going to get crazier and crazier.

Be prepared. Don’t panic. Yes, some of us will end up caught in the mess. It’s inevitable.

But over all, I expect only a small proportion of us will get in any real, final trouble.

In the end, we win, they lose.

On the way there? Oh, you haven’t seen interesting times yet. Look to yourself and those you love. And be not afraid.

A badger among kittens by Denton Salle

Certain stories make the rounds about wild animals that get mistaken for pets.  It can be someone from another country trying to pick up a skunk because it looks like a cat, a coyote or bear cub thought to be a stray dog, or a feral dog left alone with a house cat.  The stories never end well.  Once of the worse I heard (and some of these are true) was a young woman who found a badger cub and thought it a lost kitten so she took it home and put it in the basket with her kittens.  Whether true or not, it makes a good model for a multicultural society that has scrapped the idea of a common culture, particularly when that culture ignores the differences between classes and ethnic groups for the simplistic broad groupings of race and sex.  Whether you realize it or not, there are badgers in the basket.

All the above work off the idea that something you think you understand from your world doesn’t extrapolate to an outsider.  It works both ways. If you read any of Rudy Payne’s work on poverty, many of the traits associated with generational poverty do not help one escape from it. Similarly many of the traits that make a middle class city dweller successful do not help them break into the upper class, survive in the lower class, or even be accepted in a rural middle class environment. Stories from the cities in the South with a large Yankee population during the aftermath of storms and hurricanes really highlighted this. One coworker commented that while his Yankee neighbors did their share during recovery from the storm, they did no more.  They didn’t act as part of the community, they didn’t socialize, and they  will be wondering for years why they don’t fit in.  Similarly, despite the belief of most people, the signals aren’t money.  I know one fellow who was told he’s got to be at least middle class because he “makes more coin than I do.”  It’s not true – he’s pure working class who just got lucky in his skill set.  His home life isn’t close but he’s smart enough to hide it. What do matter are the traits and patterns developed in your raising and, to a large extend, in college.  The danger comes when these are misread: it can cost a promotion, a job, or your life depending on how and where you misread things. We see the social cost of misreading how people’s worldviews differ with the failure rates of certain groups at elite universities, in the government programs to extend home ownership, and in the inability of our political elite to understand the whole Middle East mess.  Whether it’s not seeing the lack of certain skills you assume everyone has, the misunderstanding of a result for the traits that cause that result, or assuming all people really want to be liberal bobos, this mistake can be fatal.

Let’s look at some real life examples as we jump the fence and walk outside of the normal world most readers probably live in. All the names are made up but the stories are true.  Some are amusing – others less so.  Sometimes the kitten ends up among the badgers: for example, a young upper middle class woman was dating a biker type.  They meet at a bar near college and ended up in the sack.  He, let’s call him Bob, starts letting her, say Sharon, come with him when he hangs out with his bros.  At one party, Bob is spending all his time talking to some old guy and Sharon is getting a little attention starved. First, she wanders over and tries to get his attention. She’s ignored. After trying a few things and being rebuffed, Sharon gets angry and tries to pick a verbal fight publically in front of the fellows he runs with. Bob first ignores her and then in no uncertain terms to, he tells her to act her age and shut up.  Sharon loses her temper and slaps him.  Without any hesitation, in fact you never even see his hand moved, Bob slaps her back hard enough she’s flipped over the back of the couch and lands on someone’s lap.  Bob returns to his conversation without comment and the rest of the room does the same.

Sharon is shocked – she was always told you don’t hit ladies – and looking at the guys she landed on,  says in shock “he hit me.”  One of the guys guzzled some beer and replied: “you hit him first.”  Sharon was horrified to find out not only did no one care, but they all thought she got what she deserved.

A few observations can be made: the old rule about striking a lady is very class specific and even there assumed certain conduct on both parts. If the whole concept of striking a woman is pushing your buttons, we have just defined your class.  In other classes, letting your woman act like that to you means you’re a weakling. Note the possessive: it is intentional. There is a youtube video that shows an assault that starts with the assailant asking “whose bitch is this?”  This is even stronger in other places where a woman’s value is a reflection of her man’s or her families.  Over reacting would be the same if opposite error. The negligent slap makes it a statement.  Negligent in that she’s just not that valuable. Striking with an open hand – how you discipline a dog or a child instead of a real opponents who require weapons – shows she’s not a serious problem.  It was a nuisance: nothing to get upset when serious matters are on the table.  Longer term implications depend on her response: accept of the correction or continuing to be a “problem” where her boyfriend washes his hands of her.

Another example of assuming your worldview is the only one can be seen with the “rape activists” on campus.  Despite the claims of rape culture and oppression on campus, most activists have no idea of what a society that considers women lesser beings is really like.  Most of them are smart enough not to go to Saudi to hold their “slut walks” or “take back the night.”  There is a very definite belief system at work –these women are sure no one is coming out to beat them or pick them off one by one. That’s not the case in societies with actual rape cultures or where rape is used as a means of educational beat-down instead of killing her.  Similarly a whole set of assumptions on rape and rapists can be seen in false rape narratives at Columbia and the University of Virginia.  The advocates and academics know why all this happens and why women never lie about rape because they know better than we and are better people. The implications of their worldview that women are such delicate flowers they can’t deal with men or with making a decision seems to be invisible to them.  This is inside their safe little yard.  Outside the picket fence, rape can be motivated by lots of reasons and some of them involve an attitude toward women these people don’t or can’t imagine.  In certain cultures, it is a survival trait to shut up and not tell anyone.  In others, it’s a death sentence to end up in that situation at all.  In many, rape can be a fact of life.  Supposedly that why Mark Twain’s last Huck Finn novel was never finished: what happened to women captured by the Comanche was well known.

Another young lady, say Alexis, was studying martial arts to learn to defend herself.  Having done the Woman’s Center self-defense class, she realized she enjoyed it and moved to a more traditional school – traditional as taught classically and not really neither a self-defense school nor a Mc Dojo. A petite and athletic woman, she soon enjoyed herself but was frustrated that often size and strength meant techniques didn’t always work.  So one day she addresses these concerns with her instructor. They had the normal discussion about the multiple reasons for practicing a marital art and the multiple dimension of the whole concept of self-defense. Alexis still had concerns and asked “How do I defend myself physically from a rape?”  This launched a discussion of rational preventive behavior and since Alexis wasn’t a feminist or a liberal art student, he was not accused of victim blaming.  She was, however, concerned about a physical assault.

Alexis: So, if I was going to fight back, what do I need to do

Instructor: Well, it depends…  How are you attacked?

Alexis:  I dunno.  How would you rape me?

Instructor: I don’t rape people. Sex with the unwilling would be boring

Alexis: Well, if you were going to rape me, what would you do?

Instructor: I guess I’d nail you across the back of the head with a sap, carry you off to wherever, and tell anyone we met you got drunk and passed out again.

Alexis: Couldn’t that kill me?

Instructor: “Maybe.  But why would I care?”

Alexis left the school shortly after that. As extreme as that might sound, one has to realize the assumption human life has value is a cultural value, both in the value it as and what the culture says is permissible.  Anyone following the news currently should be aware from both ISIS’s action with captured women and the actions of the refugees in German and Sweden that the Middle East is not a feminist place.   Another example is what a female reporter was told in Saudi when interviewing a bunch of young men about for an article on Saudi life.  A friend of hers brought her and while she didn’t realize it, she was considered “his” and under his protection.  So everyone was very friendly and shared the homemade hooch, and she finished her interview.  Somehow on the end the topic of women came up and she asked what would have happened if she came alone. She was told she would have been raped and probably murdered as there was lot of desert to hide the body in.  This probably explains why feminists don’t go and protest in Saudi. 

Consequently most people living within their own picket fence circumscribed by an agenda or social ideology don’t seem to understand is the myriad frameworks and social mores within their own country or with their carefully circumscribed world view.  This is seen today in the US in the disconnection between the cultural elite and political class and the folks living in fly-over country among others.  Comments about “NY City values” may get mocked but they reflect an understanding of different sets of rules in different places. (One could similarly draw from the other side of the political debate.)  Sadly this belief that everyone really thinks the same has international implications too.  Our policy in the Middle East has been seriously screwed up by the belief the people there think like we do. Some of this is being driven home in Europe with the crime problems caused by refugees – a situation to some degree predicted in “Camp of the Saints.”  Historically, people have realized the clash of cultures bring the potential for violence, assault and death.  We’ve lost that.  Even within our country, there is NOT one homogenized culture as is currently believed. Our grandparents knew better.  Similarly the world is not made of people who want to be little bobos or tolerant social justice warriors. It’s big outside the yard.

This essay is part of a book by Marc Mac Young: Beyond The Picket Fence: Life Outside the Middle-Class Bubble

Rules, traditions of the past, and assumptions… all have been swept away by rapid social change. Instead of freeing people this has left us stressed, confused, unprepared, and unable to navigate different environments and situations that can be more than just hostile. Environments outside suburbia can become dangerous — especially for teens and young adults.

“Beyond the Picket Fence” isn’t a self-defense book, but it is very much about what will get you into trouble with people.

Arrests, violence, and rapes often befall young people when they go ‘out to party.’ Originally this book was — literally — about how not to get killed while outside suburbia and in places where it is easy to cross unspoken lines. Yet the best meaning prohibitions usually fall on deaf ears. This book takes a different approach. We’re not telling young people, “Don’t go.” We know they’ll go. Instead we’ll them what they need to look out for when they wander outside their home’s picket fence. We’ll help them stay out of jail or the emergency room.

At the same time, this book is about a whole lot more…