Some people wonder if time runs both ways. I mean, if our minds are unmoored in time, and we keep them in the prescribed place by an effort of the conscious thought.

No, I don’t have cites, but are they really needed? Mostly it comes down to I spent a lot of time, in my life, reading a lot of philosophers on the subject of time; reading a lot of researchers on the subject of precognition; reading a lot of science fiction (which might be the most honest speculation of all); and ultimately, the reason I did it is because I have “hunches” or “feelings” or “senses.”

No, it doesn’t tell me the lottery numbers, but that might be its least annoying characteristic. (And yes, it annoys me.) The most annoying one?

Well, I don’t like woo woo stuff. Not even (particularly not) when it happens to me. So I have explanations. A lot of my feelings or hunches come from the fact I read a lot, I read voraciously, fiction and non fiction and current events (a mass ton of current events.) In fact of the things I’ve wasted my life on, surfing the news might be the most prominent. We used to subscribe to four daily newspapers, and heaven knew how many magazines (depended, but never less than five a month.)

You put enough stuff in the hopper, I tell myself, and the subconscious will suddenly pluck a “this fits.” Or a “this is right.”

But there’s stuff that doesn’t fit that. Stuff that makes no sense whatsoever. Like, while packing for five days in Colorado knowing with absolute certainty I would need a dress. But I reviewed our plans. there was no way I needed a dress. So the dress stayed at home, hanging in the closet. Yes, I needed a dress. No, it wasn’t even close to something I could have foreseen. “But Sarah,” you’ll say. “You just wanted to be prepared.” No. Most of my trips I don’t need a dress. Certainly not when I’m not going to a con.

There have been a couple of other incidents like that. Lately. They seem to be coming more often, more tightly together. They’re stupid little things. They should make no difference. Also, I’ve been regularly ignoring them, because they make me uncomfortable.

But this is not about how comfortable I am. And in the list of things I’m “sensing” right now, the feel overwhelming in my mind is probably not woo woo. Probably not woo woo at all. It’s probably that I’ve read a lot of things and my subconscious has picked up on something I can’t quite pinpoint except… with a feeling.

A “late winter 2019” feeling. A “pick your partner for the last dance of the evening” feeling. A “the bar is closing” feeling. A “these are the last of the good ol’ days” feeling. Like last last. Like last week, maybe if it extends that far.

But Sarah, you say we win they lose.

Yes. And I still believe that. It’s just the feeling is huge, and obscuring everything after. I have a sense of what comes after. I don’t think I’ll like it, but I think it’s the best it can be, and that in time (probably not in my lifetime) America will be more America than ever.

But until then–

We were talking about how every culture has prophecies. Sometimes they are hilariously wrong. Maybe this will be one of them.

Sometimes they’re bizarrely flexible. Look at Nostradamus. You can cram anything into that thing. Maybe this will be one of them.

And sometimes…. the road map is there, though it makes no sense to the human mind and eye. I can’t see a map. Just something obscuring the map.

I don’t know what to tell you, except “It’s big. It’s near. I can’t see.”

Maybe one of you should wake me in the middle of the night and ask what’s going to happen. Actually I don’t advise it. I doubt it would be coherent. And Dan might throw the phone across the house if it rings in the middle of the night. Best would be to co-opt Dan and have him ask, but heaven knows what I’d say. Probably something out of a dream, and the dreams have been of novels.

It’s driving me insane, and I don’t have a name for it, or even anything to really explain it. Yeah, things are upgeffuckt, but there’s a lot of ruin in a nation. Perhaps this is personal and close by, who knows? Crazier things have happened. Perhaps it has nothing to do with the nation. Except other friends have hinted the same, and we’re all over the country.

All I can tell you is this: Check your preps. Food, water. Pet food and water. Transportation. Rendez vous point with family you want to come with if needed. Tools. Of all sorts. Including books, and ways to access the net that might not be obvious.

Look, it won’t hurt if you have it and don’t need it. The other way, though…

Perhaps it’s the storm blowing up the East Coast. Perhaps it’s this cold going away. I always get a little depressed when getting over a cold. Perhaps it is all a mare’s nest.

I hope it is all a mare’s nest.

But how can I know? It’s a weird time, and weird things have been happening.

Check. Prepare. Hope it’s nothing.

“By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.”

Fractions vs Integers – a guest post by Maryh10000

Lots of highly sensitive, averagely masculine boys and men believe they’re feminine. Let’s be clear: sensitive ≠ feminine. – detrans male

Men and women, girls and boys, are being alienated from their bodies. There are many aspects of this. One of them has to do with how we talk about the differences between the sexes.

There are, in fact, meaningful differences between men and women. While they vary on the individual level, in the aggregate they result in traits that we tend to assign to the categories of “masculine” and “feminine.” These aggregate traits, correctly defined, are real. [I specify “correctly defined,” because sometimes a society will define a trait as masculine or feminine that is directly contrary to actual aggregate differences.]

The idea that the body does not matter, applied to sex-based differences, is highly alienating, to both men and women. In the case of men, it leads to the male sex drive and male strength being demonized and blamed for all the evil in the world. In the case of women, it leads to the female drive to be protected (which is what hypergamy really is) being seen as a sign of inferiority and weakness, rather than the natural result of her vulnerability in pregnancy and caring for small children. The male differences make them the oppressors, the female differences make them the oppressed.

Listing out the different aggregate traits of men and women has long included assigning a hierarchical value to them. Plato could envision woman being equal to man, but only to the extent she was separated from her “inferior” body. This is feminist egalitarianism, being played out to its logical conclusion in the trans not-allowed-to-debate.

Aristotle insisted that embodiment mattered, and that this meant women were inferior to men. This is the “polarized” explanation of the aggregate traits. Men have the “positive” traits and women have the “inferior” traits.

Judeo-Christianity insisted that women and men were equally divine image bearers, agreeing with Plato that they were equal in dignity. But it also insisted, with Aristotle, that embodiment was an essential element to being human. So how do we reconcile equal dignity with meaningful difference?

Hildegard von Bingen, in the twelfth century, introduced the idea of complementarity. Men and women are both different, and at the same time still equal in dignity. But her mystical vision of the universe in not a hierarchy but an egg with interconnected, nested layers. While she still assigns traits to male and female, she imagines them as virtues, that are applicable to both. “Mercy” is a female virtue, that nevertheless should also be developed by men. “Courage” is a male virtue, that women should also seek to cultivate.

This viewpoint is probably what most western people think of when they consider “women’s rights” and “women’s equality.” Note that this is not a disembodied viewpoint, nor does it cast men and women in a necessarily oppressor / oppressed relationship, as feminism does, and has done, at least since the adoption of the term “feminism.” The oppressor / oppressed terminology of feminism, which came from Marxism, has poisoned the expansion of all human rights made possible by the incredible increase of wealth caused by the industrial revolution.

At one point, I thought this was a sufficient, non-antagonistic way to look at male and female aggregate differences. Unfortunately, rather than seeing “masculine” and “feminine” simply as ways to view the different ways that men and women can exist in the world, it has been co-opted, once again, by disembodied egalitarianism. And once again, it is the specifically female ability to bear young that must be erased, as in Plato. Once again, the female is the inferior to the male because her ability to give birth makes her vulnerable, although this time her inferiority is based on a world that sees the only real virtue as power.

So is there a way to look at complementarity that restores meaningful difference without sacrificing equal dignity, or forcing individuals to see any deviation from the aggregate as a kind of “failure” of a male or female body?

Fractional complementarity answers the problem by assigning the aggregate differences to men and women, who are not seen as “complete” in themselves, but as “completed by” the other sex. One of the problems with this is that in a society that sees all relationships solely in terms of power, this easily breaks down into a polarized value hierarchy. And it still defines whatever aggregate traits an individual has of the other sex as being, at least theoretically, at odds with his or her body.

Integral complementarity answers the problem by not assigning the aggregate differences to “masculine” and “feminine” at all, but rather by using them to describe what it means to be embodied as a male or female image of God. In this view, “mercy” is not an aggregate “feminine” trait, and a woman who displays “courage” is not being “masculine.”

Sensitive does not equal feminine.

Fractional complementarity sees men and women as incomplete, and through their complementarity, they become complete.

½ + ½ = 1.

Integral complementarity sees each man and each woman as a whole person, not fractional parts. Their difference is not just complementary but fruitful. Their collaboration can create a child, but it can also foster new life in any number of areas: intellectual, spiritual, artistic, and so on.

1 + 1 = 3.

So what are the “meaningful differences”, if they are not defined by a list of aggregate traits?

The “meaningful differences” are defined by the “male genius” and the “female genius” which derive directly from the biological reality that male and female bodies are oriented to creating and raising children. This can then be expanded to the care and protection of the weak and vulnerable wherever they exist, not just to children.

First, let’s look at the male genius, since the male sex drive and male strength have been so demonized.  Abigail Favale summarizes John Paul like this:

“The male body carries the potential to engender life without; like St. Joseph, he must make a willful act to accept and protect the mother and the child, even at cost to himself; he must choose to cross the distance that lies between himself and the vulnerable other, to reach out in love.”

This is what the male sex drive is for. This is what male strength is for. It helps the man to choose to “cross the distance … between himself and the vulnerable other … in love”

This particular requirement leads to various aggregate traits that are seen more often in men than in women. But it is not those aggregate traits that make him masculine. Living out the male genius in his male body is what makes him masculine.

Now let’s look at the female genius. Favale summarizes John Paul on the female genius in a familiar way:

“The female body is designed with an inherent potential to engender new life within; the human person has been entrusted to woman in a uniquely intimate and immediate way. Her genius is to be particularly attentive to the human person in whatever her realm of influence.”

I will relate this directly to hypergamy, or the search for a protector. Because she creates the child from her own flesh and blood, she becomes less able to provide for and protect herself. Creating and caring for the vulnerable child makes her vulnerable herself. To attend to it, she must choose to put her life under the protection of the other.

Again, this necessarily leads to various aggregate traits which are seen more often in women than men. But it is not those traits that make her feminine. Living out the female genius in her female body is what makes her feminine.

It is most clear to see the masculine and feminine genius played out in the creation and raising of children. The man, by virtue of the very way his body is built, must look outward, to the other, to create and then protect the vulnerable child. The woman, who literally creates the vulnerable child out of her own flesh and blood, must choose to make herself vulnerable to attend to the child.

It is clear that the vast majority of occupations and traits in the modern world can be conducive to both the masculine and the feminine genius, even where they are not generally preferred by one sex or the other. While aggregate traits may be more common in men or women, they are only incidentally present in any particular embodied man and woman.

Quotes are from:

https://churchlifejournal.nd.edu/articles/hildegard-of-bingens-vital-contribution-to-the-concept-of-woman/#_ftn14

Note: Unfortunately, the term “feminist” is used today both by people who advocate for human rights, including women’s rights, and those who take the Marxist view that pits male oppressors against the female oppressed. So while I’m not a feminist, I don’t automatically discount those who do call themselves feminists. I would like to point out, however, that most of the TERFs fighting against trans’ing children are still feminists in the Marxist sense, although they would not be likely to recognize that. They still present the essential “trans” problem as “men attacking women” and have not recognized the impact of feminism in alienating both boys and girls from their bodies.

When the Soviet Union fell, and I was a just-turning-thirty year old, I was very surprised at the sudden flourishing of strange beliefs and bizarre cults in the once state-atheist-nation.

I was surprised because suddenly it was all things that flourished in the west under the influence of heavy drugs, or various “scams” that wouldn’t fool a child of eight, but which got massive following in the newly liberated Russia.

I was surprised because I didn’t understand the mechanisms behind it, of course, which in retrospect, and looking at the grip of our own Mass Media Pravda, seems obvious.

Someone or other said that once you stop believing in G-d, you don’t become an unbeliever. You rather, believe in everything.

But I think that’s a too narrow brush. it’s not G-d. It’s any rock solid, shared type of belief. It doesn’t even need to be a sincere one.

Look: Our society (which is much bigger and more diverse than the Soviet Union ever was, at least in terms of population/individuals) is too large and too complex for each of us to verify knowledge personally. Add to it the facility of communication that means each of us has at least some acquaintances/friends all over the world. That becomes truly impossible.

Used to be, for the last hundred years or so, till about 20 years ago or so (a little more, a little less, depending on who you are and when you embraced the media revolution) there was a consensus. The consensus was “all respectable news sources”. They all, more or less agreed, which frankly should have been our time for alarm, but wasn’t. We just assumed journalistic professionals were verifying things, using verification tools, whatever those were. There was usually enough meat or at least handwavium in articles that we went “Well, this must be true. Look at their impressive analysis.”

I, personally, and a lot of other people who had the luck or ill fortune to be at world-news events at some time or another, had never seen the news be right or even approximating correct. But in the end that didn’t matter much, did it? Because what was in the media today would be in the history books tomorrow. It was the accepted truth and if you dissented, you might as well forget it, because stating otherwise in public would just get you labeled as insane or stupid or both. (I remember vibrating with fury while someone at a con spewed a 20 year old event I’d been present at in media-narrative-form and drew completely insane — but logical to the narrative — conclusions from it. But I couldn’t speak. I’d be assumed to be crazy, stupid, or given the event, evil.)

And so, there was unity on what the truth was. A lot of insane, evil and outright wrong went under that unity, but it as good as didn’t exist, because it couldn’t be mentioned. And the beat went on.

Which is how we knew things like that World War I was the result of hyper nationalism. Instead of the first attempt at internationalism, even if driven by great families, instead of bureaucracies (the nationalism surprised and pissed off the Marxists, which is why they latched onto it.) Or that the “right” was the inheritor of the National Socialists of Germany, despite — at least in the US — a decided hatred of socialism. Or that FDR had saved the economy, instead of stomping its face in as long as he could. Or– So many things. All of which added up to the Soviet Union was the way of the future and would bring peace everlasting.

Funny thing is it took a man who didn’t believe that getting power, and aggregating around him a group that could show the Soviet Union for the hollow shell it was. (Bless Ronald Reagan for that, even if he didn’t follow through and conduct the de-communification of our own culture. He probably didn’t have the political capital, because the New Media hadn’t come on line yet.)

This led the people in Russia to lose their moorings, and become a little crazy. Sure, they hadn’t believed Pravda or Izvestia, but they knew what must be assumed/acted as though it were true. They had, as it were, an “official truth” against which to put their backs. And at any rate, no matter what weird thing they saw or felt or knew, they couldn’t speak it. Because it would never be the official truth. Some things were barred from public discussion. and they had absolutely no means of reality testing. So when the official media went away and worse was proven to be completely fabricated — the gates of insanity opened creating an atmosphere that required fist-fulls of qualudes in the west.

So–

We’re experiencing a slow-mo version of this. It’s not just that there are alternative news. We’ve had that for twenty years or more. (More, in the case of me and other early adopters.) BUT the hold of the remaining Main Stream News was pretty strong.

They started breaking that for Obama. They went all in. They tried to make us believe Michelle Obama was a supermodel. That’s the sort of lie you can’t sell. It’s literally your eyes or what they tell you.

And then they ACCELERATED. Trump drove them insane, so they went insane. And now under Biden, well…. The summers of recovery under Obama were tough sells, but Bidenomics is just silly.

Plus there’s well… everything. Quite literally everything during the Covidiocy. They burned their credibility in a pyre of wishful thinking and scare tactics. Most people are aware now how ridiculous the whole thing was. This can be seen by how their attempt at Covid-2 just got hard shut out.

In the absence of a truth everyone agrees on, there is literally nothing to guide us, except our thought and experience. And most people are out of practice using the “reasonable” yard stick, except for “reasonable compared to the old mass media as we imagined it.”

So half are going crazy and trying to believe in a “normal” that never existed.

And half are believing literally everything, with no filter for crazy.

Party has very little to do with this.

There are a few — too few to count — like me who try to read enough to have an idea what is and isn’t true. We often come across as the craziest of all. But we’re not. We’re simply killing ourselves to remain informed. And we will admit most of what we “know” are best guesses.

But other than that? I have a huge network, but even for me, the chances I misunderstood something passed on or there was a game of telephone involved are high, which is why I keep checking, and checking, and checking, and it’s eating my writing. But I have to know or at least be able to guess.

So…. what is really going on? Well, people still can’t fly unassisted, or bend spoons with their mind. UFOs and Aliens are likely to not be true, PARTICULARLY if the government pushes them. In fact, assuming anything this administration says, including a and the is the opposite of truth. Mostly because they don’t have our best hopes at heart. In fact, quite the opposite.

Stay frosty. Refuse to believe the impossible, but give the unlikely a chance of being true. And care only if it might affect you.

A man in a (mental) overcoat is likely to be an enemy. Keep your clothes and weapons where you can find them in the dark. And be aware of who is around you and what they might do. Be prepared to come out alive and well and with those who depend on you alive and well.

And be not afraid.

We’ll get it done. And sooner or later, the truth will be obvious.

In the last week, I had one of the most bizarre experiences I ever had on Facebook. Bear with me. I speak advisedly.

Yes, in that site which is known for being like the comment section of most crazy blogs, this one interaction took the cake, with a side of ice-cream and a cherry on top.

Someone I’d never heard of before or since, and with whom I don’t remember having a single interaction anywhere, left a post on my timeline out of the blue to say that though I’m a deranged conspiracy theorist, and he doesn’t agree with anything I say he supports my right to broadcast these.

My immediate reaction was to inform him that if he disagrees with everything I say, then he’s a communist and therefore beneath contempt. I also pointed out that anything I say happened or is happening doesn’t need a conspiracy, a prospiracy — an uncoordinated group of people each doing what he/she thinks should be done for “the cause” would suffice.

But then I spent hours wracking my brain, wondering if I’ve ever on this blog — or at instapundit — propounded a conspiracy theory. I mean, other than jokingly suggesting all the democrat leaders are aliens.

And I literally can’t remember a single one. Because, you know, conspiracy theories require they not be proven true. And while in early 2020 I spent a lot of time pointing out that Covid-19 was AT WORST a very bad flu — and also that masks didn’t work, etc — as we know, I was right. The death rate will never be debullshitted (totally a word) due to perverse incentives to attribute everything to C-19 but the excess mortality worldwide was negligible.

And also, if it were so terrible, everyone at the Diamond Princess (ancient and with health issues) would have died; all our homeless would have died; the government would actually be testing the illegals pouring over the border for Covid-19 and they wouldn’t have needed to try to mandate that everyone take a vaccine. People would be fighting for the chance.

I said masks and social distancing and all the bullshit didn’t work or make any difference. Looks at Sweden. And I was right.

Was it a conspiracy? Yeah, I kind of think it was, recruiting that world-brain Fauci and one of his paid-for creations. But like most conspiracies, it didn’t do what they wanted, and got out of hand in unexpected ways.

What did they want to do? Crash the economy and have a bludgeon to beat Trump with in 2020. I only say this because the usual idiots were clamoring for a way to “wreck the economy” all too publicly just at the end of 19. Is it a conspiracy theory, if they tell us?

I think the idea was the two weeks would crash the economy, they’d win the election, win. But then things spun out of control, because their lies took a life of their own. It wasn’t America locked down, it was the world. They didn’t mind that much, since to them the world doesn’t really exist except as a way to spend vacations. But it just kept spiraling, and it allowed them to fraud 2020 in style, but people were mad they needed to dismount (and pay back the pharmaceutical companies) and voila, mandates for vaccine.

Note I don’t say the vaccines were supposed to have horrible effects. I don’t think they were. Though some people in the cogs might have known all vaccines of that type had horrible effects. But they just wanted to get off the tiger and not be eaten. And as G-d is their witness, they really thought that turkeys could fly they truly thought the vax would work. Mostly because science is a sort of magical incantation for all these lefty politicians.

Again, I don’t think you can call it a conspiracy theory, when pretty much it happened all along the line. The mechanisms behind it are speculative, and yet there it is.

Oh, the 2020 election being stolen is also not a conspiracy theory. Can’t be, after they published an article in time bragging about how they “fortified” it. And when we all saw the last minute fraud in front of G-d and everyone who was awake. Oh, sure, there’s a chance it wasn’t fraud. To quote my friend Dave Freer in another context: about the same chance that a coin tossed in the air will land not on one side, not on the other, not on edge, but as a yellow, fluffy duckling.

Absent that look at their governing. No government hates their own people so much if they were actually voted in. Here’s another not a conspiracy theory.

And the psychology of the Biden “win” is all wrong too. They didn’t act like they needed to campaign. They didn’t care if he didn’t campaign. Or if their promises amounted to “we will raise your taxes.” Because they had it in the bag to, as Biden put it the largest and most diverse network of fraud. (I am alluding more than quoting.) And before you tell me Biden is nuts and doesn’t know what he says, you’d best check his firing of the Ukrainian prosecutor who was trying to investigate Burisma. Because he did. And bragged about it. Biden’s problem is more that he runs at the mouth, rather than making up that sort of thing. (Now, Cornpop and the many ways his son supposedly died? that’s different. That’s not him bragging of his awesome POWER.)

I also did say that all the Russian bullshit around Trump was just bullshit. And it was. Made up by the Hilary Clinton campaign, and pretty much bullshit all the way. As anyone with half a brain could tell.

So, conspiracy theories? Well, seeing the truth a little before other people gets you called that. But since they were proven, I’m fresh out of conspiracies. And note for all of these except the incredibly dirty dealings of the Biden family, prospiracies suffice. I.e. people who want to be invited to the next cocktail party, or to be with the “smart people” and who therefore did what they thought they had to do, to advance the cause.

I think the “conspiracy theory” cri de coeur which has become the latest go-to of the left, (and some of the right) after “racist” stopped working is a manifestation of the desire to go back to “normal”

At least on the right, it is a strong desire to believe the left isn’t unhinged mostly communists, but normal people who are deluded. As we thought, you know, seven years ago.

If you’re on the right, I regret to tell you that ship has sailed. Don’t go so far on your quest for what you were sure was true and good and proper that — as a friend put it about another friend — you find yourself five ranks in, with blood on your hands, before you realize your own side has a point.

(And can we stop with silliness about Trump, please? Whether you wanted him or not — I’d be okay with someone else, but I’m not sure who. Rand Paul, maybe. I never gave it much thought because I knew it was impossible on name recognition alone — can you stop asking where Melania is, or other stupidity? Melania is staying out of it. Because after what they’ve done to try to “get” him, he’s keeping his family out of it. Frankly, having seen the path this is taking, in history, I’d already have sent them abroad. Except there’s nowhere safe, so. And the other bizarre stupidity is even dumber.)

Yes, I know. Once the third box is rigged, we’re out of luck for any path we’d like to take. But you know what’s worse than that? Telling yourself fairy tales and going to sleep on the edge of the abyss.

Another friend suggested that 9/11 should be a day of preparation and training for disaster. She’s not wrong. But let’s make it every day we have left, okay?

The economy is weird, politics is bizarre, our so called government is at war with us, and it’s time to pull up your pants and prepare, prepare, prepare.

Fairy tales won’t save you.

If you’re on the right, your belief that anything against the narrative is a “conspiracy theory” is self-soothing. And you know if you self-soothe too much, you’ll go blind, or grow hair on your palms or something.

The truth is that the left is out of ideas, out of beliefs, and out of time.

Yes, we know all your professors and other “smart people” told you that your cause would eventually win because you were with the “arrow of history.” If history shows an arrow, it’s been altered to be propaganda.

But you know what history does show? That the side that is losing and has no hope always turns against freedom of speech. So, in the sixties when the left still had hope, and still thought the Soviet Union would eventually win, they were all for the first amendment.

That has of course gone sour, and they now really want you to shut up. Our (unfriendly) government has been censoring us in defiance of our Constitution. And is appealing the judgement against them, to get to do it again, bigger, harder, and with more depth. (They’ve already gone blind.)

In these circumstances, the left’s belief in the arrow of history is touching. Like the faith of a blind child that those around him are all beautiful.

I recommend being very careful. History doesn’t have arrows, but the people around you are starting to get very pointed, and your actions are under scrutiny. These things never end well for the go-along sheep who just want to believe. And who will commit horrific crimes in their attempt to continue believing. We recommend you study the horrific history around the fall of Nazi Germany. Whatever you were told, THAT socialist regime has a lot more in common with your side than ours.

And for anyone believing I’m a conspiracy theorist: I wish. I wish most of this stuff, when it clicks in my brain, ended up being wrong.

Do you think I like being Cassandra? Like Heinlein I believe she didn’t get half the kicking around she deserved.

Even in a normal time, when people in power haven’t started scrambling in mad ways they think will grant them power, seeing them for what they are is disquieting.

Now it’s downright frightening. And is going to keep getting more so.

All the same, be not afraid.

In the end we win, they lose.

That’s all.

The first time I heard of Rick Rescorla, was on 9/11. I was an Austen fan group at the time, and was on the chat board. One of the women on the board was one of Rescorla’s co-workers, and he’d just saved her.

Since then, I’ve tried to remember him on 9/11.

And 22 years, on, I remember 9/11. while our “leadership” tries to leave us wide open to be hurt and destroyed by anyone who decides they don’t like us, it’s important to remember 9/11, and most of all the heroes of 9/11.

And while our borders are wide open to people willing to come in and break our laws (and avail themselves of our largesse) it is important to remember this country can and should attract the best and allow in only the best. Because we can. An open border is not a border. Letting everyone in is not an immigration policy.

We should attract the best. People like Rick Rescorla.

Happy the nation who adopts such sons.

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FROM HOLLY CHISM: Normalcy Bias: Look closer…things aren’t always what they seem to be.

Look closer. The things that you’re assuming you’re seeing? May not be what you think. Is that really a mouse, or is it a Brownie? Is that really an owl? Is that polished gemstone a stone…or an egg?

We take so many things for granted. Some of them may be harmless, but many are a lot less so. I wonder how many people ignore red flags every day, because they only see what they expect to see?

FROM ABBY GOLDSMITH: Majority: A Dark Sci-Fi Progression Fantasy.

In this action-packed space-opera adventure, one disadvantaged hero must ask himself: How do you defeat a galactic empire that can read your every thought?

The Majority always gets what it wants. Thomas Hill just wishes it didn’t want him. There’s no way to escape a galactic mob of mind readers, no way for him to blend in with his foster family and other average Americans.

FROM ROBERT A. HOYT: Almost Curable.

Almost Curable’s fourteen short stories take you on a journey to equal few others. There are fantasies, like a long-dormant guardian waking to save a lost boy; or a luckless medieval princess finding her destiny; or even an angel helping a tech nerd fight off the devil, and then there are nightmares, from a steampunk adventure in which the characters have to face a literal dragon, and where dark elf ancestry can brand you for life. Or a land of living sugar slowly losing its fight with evil.
There are cautionary tales, like the one of the fully automated bio grocery store, or the one about AI watching your children.
And then then there are stories we don’t know what to do with — and doubt you will either — such as the one about the zombie dinosaur who is too cute to put down.
Enjoy a journey of adventure and wonder through these amazing stories.

FROM LEIGH KIMMEL: Spiral Horn, Spiral Tusk.

A unicorn’s horn for the king, a medal for the admiral — but what for the lass who makes it possible?

Rissa possesses the dolphin-singer gift, which saved her life when the thief-taker found her. If she can guide the fleet to the white whale with the spiral tusk, she might win back her freedom.

But first she must return to land — and the sea has become angry at her betrayal…

A short story of the Ixilon universe

Originally published in Beyond the Last Star: Stories from the Next Beginning, edited by Sherwood Smith.

FROM KEN LIZZI, ON KINDLE VELLA: Ursula Bruin.

A ragtag band of anthropomorphic animals search for the missing wizard of Wizard’s Rise. In this children’s tale of courage, adventure, and wonder, Ursula Bruin encounters mermaids, unicorns, and fairies. Most importantly, she learns her own value.

FROM DALE COZORT: James T Smoot’s Cross Time Petting Zoo: A Snapshot Anthology.

James T Smoot’s fly-by-night petting zoo flies between realities, with a cargo of animals from a dozen realities and a dysfunctional ‘family’ of animal handlers.
In How James T Won His Dinosaurs, James T takes the zoo to a version of Africa where dinosaurs still live, then plunges into that Africa’s vast, uncharted central marsh to find and buy a pair of dog-sized, parrot-talking dinosaurs from a pair of Nazis, but ends up playing for his life in a secret pirate city.

In The Wrath of Athena (previously published in a stand-alone novella) The zoo’s dinosaurs escape to a vulnerable, mostly lemur ecology and threaten to destroy it, along with the zoo’s already precarious finances. Can an unlikely team of James T’s twelve-year-old daughter Ella and Scott Hardy, the zoo’s official crap shoveler, get the dinosaurs back and solve the mystery of how they escaped?

Looming bankruptcy forces the zoo to act as a CIA front in a new novella James T Rides Again. The zoo flies to a once thriving British city of New Bristol in island South America. New Bristol is now nearly a ghost town, but it is also key to a high stakes mission that takes the zoo to a mysteriously abandoned school and to the exotic jungles of island South America.

FROM KATE PAULK: ConVent.

The “Save The World” department really messed up this time: A vampire, a werewolf, an undercover angel and his succubus squeeze are no one’s idea of an A team. Or a B team. Or possibly a Z team. But then, since this particular threat to the universe and everything good attacks a science fiction convention — composed of people in costume, misfits creative geniuses and creative moron — , any conventional hero would have stood out. Now Jim, the vampire, and his unlikely sidekicks have to beat the clock to find out who’s sacrificing con goers before all hell breaks loose… literally.

FROM RACONTEUR PRESS, WITH A STORY BY M. C. A. HOGARTH: Space Marines.

Americans have always romanticized space travel. We are a people who, good or bad, have ever had their eyes on the horizon, and when we conquered our own horizons, we turned to the horizon of space. We have elevated intrepid astronauts to the status of American heroes, and as a nation we mourned the loss of the crews of Apollo 1, Challenger and Columbia.

Astronauts, however, are not our only national heroes; they are preceded in that honor by the Marines.

Marines have a credo, Semper Fidelis. It means “always faithful,” and Marines have honored that credo throughout our nation’s history. They have remained faithful to their mission, to their country, and to each other. It is easy to admire such men, which is why we so love stories about Marines; they embody the faith, nobility and honor to which we all aspire.

In this volume of stories, the Marines were sent to space to do what Marines do. And some of them made it home to tell their stories and figure out what’s next.

FROM DALE COZORT: Char

Char of the Real People walked out of a mud-hole she didn’t walk into, wearing a deerskin skirt and carrying a crude spear. Then the murders started.

Char is a unique blend of police procedural and alternate reality, with county sheriff Francine Hart relentlessly pursuing clues–footprints and blood samples–that point to a murderess who is human-like, but not our kind of human.

Whatever else Char of the Real People is, Sheriff Hart discovers that her quarry is brilliant and supremely adaptable, eluding police again and again. Can even the smartest fugitive escape a modern police dragnet and get back to her own reality?

FROM BLAKE SMITH: A Small and Inconvenient Disaster.

Everywhere she goes, Maria Mason is plagued by little catastrophes. Getting caught in the rain, running from the friendliness of a muddy dog, tripping over her own feet at the worst possible moment- she has been subject to all manner of accidents, and to fend off the worst of them, she has learned to be silent and still.

Until she accompanies her friend Miss Gordon to London for a season of gaiety and pleasure. Life in Town is full of wonder, and soon Maria has new clothes, new friends, and the attention of the amusing and clever Mr. James Callahan. She begins to wonder if she has outgrown her propensity for falling into disaster, only to find herself embroiled in the worst sort of catastrophe when she is obliged to mediate between her feuding friends. One wrong word, one false step, and she might lose the regard of her friends- or worse, the love of a good man.

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: place

The Still, Small Voice Of Writers A Blast From The Past from January 2011 Annotated

Continuing my view of the coming of ebooks, I’d like to go into the good things brought by ebooks first.

[I’d forgotten people were terrified of ebooks. Eh. I guess some still are – SAH]

This is important. There’s a feeling of doom and gloom in the air. Publishers tell us daily they’re on the verge of collapse *because* of ebooks. (This is not exactly true, in my opinion. Look both at yesterday’s post here and at my Mad Genius Club Post on 1/5 for reasons that are pushing the collapse of publishing, reasons that are ushering in ebooks.)

[At the time I wrote this, I was still traditionally published — tbf not for long. 4 years except for finishing up contracts.

Blame my tendency to make friends and influence people…. ahem, that is, being a Heinlein sadist defined as one who tells the unvarnished truth in social situations. The miracle is not that I eventually got hard noped, the miracle is that I managed to keep my mouth shut for a 20 year career. The power of “baby needs shoes” I guess.

The truth was that Publishers were terrified of ebooks and particularly of indie publishing. They should have been. They should still be (now they seem to be firmly holding onto whistling past the graveyard.) You see, indie publishing would never have got a foot hold if traditional publishing had still been offering solid value and concentrating on its ONE job of publishing things the readers wanted to read, it would be hard to beat their established position, their expertise, and their, back then, overwhelming advantage.
If they’d had the trust of readers, no one would have gone even looking at indie and “authors publishing themselves” (think of it with nose in the air and a wrinkle of distaste) except for bargain deals of dubious quality when in great money crunch.
Of course, that’s not what happened. And keeps happening. The thing that amuses me the most is that most of the houses are just doubling down on what they WANT their primary mission to be: propagandizing readers and pushing mostly woke and insane lines. Coff “educating readers” as they used to call it.
But even houses trying to save themselves (or lines, if not houses) seem to be confused about what they’re up against. It’s both hilarious and disturbing. No, people are not going to pay you more or reward you because you have some imagined touch of “quality” or whatever. There’s only two things you can do to keep existing: publish what people want CONSISTENTLY and gain/keep their trust. That’s it. Of course. This is completely foreign to an industry that has never done market research. To make it worse, most of them have never talked to indies and found how cheaply you can create a comparable (or superior) product (things like atticus, okay?) in less time and no overpriced, dedicated workers. Heck, most of them are still holding on to PHYSICAL offices. And none of them — not one — understands that we don’t really care if they think they’re offering “quality or literature”. We like what we like, and we want more of it. And if it’s offered by indies or the authors themselves, that’s fine with us. At this point, “traditional” has no advantages except “get you on shelves in bookstores” which still matters for some writers, but every year matters to fewer readers. – SAH]

This makes both readers and writers feel odd and insecure. We have people vowing never to read in electronic format, never, never, never, and others reading in electronic format only. We have strange movements in the used-book-sales field. We have people debating anew concepts of copyright and fair use.

For writers it is still more anxiety-making. Our publishers are convinced ebooks are bankrupting them, which has turned their publishing routines upside down and made our careers very precarious.

So, it’s good to remind oneself the coming change has many good features. Perhaps the most important is letting an author take charge of his/her career.

[And not allowing us to be vanished. Without indie and this blog, I’d have “retired” 7 years ago, and most of you would think I was dead, which is why Biggle’s book resonated with me at this point in time. This is the threat I lived under – SAH]

Here, I’d like to talk about Lloyd Biggle Jr’s book, The Still Small Voice of Trumpets. Why would I like to talk about it? You’ll see.

Biggle’s book was one of my favorites as a teen. It is a standard adventure science fiction with a shadowy “federation of planets” type setup. For a new world to be admitted to this federation, it must have a democratic government. However, Earth’s agents are forbidden from imposing democracy from outside. (In the seventies, I was greatly impressed by the motto “democracy imposed from the outside is the greatest of tyrannies.” This runs counter the history of Japan, for instance, but at the same age, I was also impressed by the sudden realization that we’re all naked under our clothes. There are miles and miles of twerpitude on the way to being a grown up – as Pratchett might say.)

[I’d gotten over the naked under your clothes thing by 14 and laughed at twerps using it to try to get my clothes off. Children, the 70s were not just stupid and ugly. They were also evil – SAH]

The world that our main character – a member of Earth’s secret service, trying to bring about a revolution in this newly discovered planet – is sent to infiltrate is inhabited by a human breed that is absolutely enamored of beauty. In fact, the book starts with a peasant woman risking her life to keep something beautiful.

The mission goes wrong from the beginning, in ways I won’t detail. This post requires me to give away the ending, but even if you know that, the book is a pretty good read, full of fun and resonance.

The main problem the character faces is how to bring about a revolution from within – how to spur the natives, themselves, to revolution. Though the world is ruled by an absolute king, the public is pretty satisfied with his rule. He finally finds the way to make people aware of how tyrannical the king is.

You see, the king can – and does – send anyone who displeases him (or just happens to be in his vicinity when he has a toothache or whatever) to a village of the exiles. This is done by cutting off one of their arms, first. Now, most people sent to these villages are unknowns – the king’s chefs, physicians, servants and probably the occasional minister.

But one category sent there are musicians. The main instrument in this world is a sort of harp. (IIRC) You need both hands to play it. The king, as passionate about beauty as his subjects, loves art and has musicians play before him often. Which means, he has one of their arms cut off fairly often too.

These musicians are known and revered and have followings. But once their arm is cut off, they can no longer play, they go to these villages – they disappear. Their public forgets them.

The main character hits upon the idea of creating trumpets that the exiled ones can play, then has the musicians parade back into civilization playing their trumpets, reclaiming their public – thereby fomenting a coup.

Now, I’m not suggesting that the current state of affairs in publishing has anything to do with tyrannical anything. I mean, bookstores and distributors often seem tyrannical to readers, but I’m sure it’s simply because we don’t understand the imperatives of THEIR business.

[So, there I was soft pedaling because baby needed shoes. The book business was exactly like a tyrannical, capricious, absolute ruler. First of all there were very few houses, and if you fell afoul of one of them, for ANY REASON OR NONE (I have friends who were black listed and none of us every figured out why. Best we can tell some game of telephone in editorial offices) you got the dreaded “hard to work with” label and NO ONE WOULD BUY YOU. Your friends would abandon you, because they could be tarred by association, and you were generally done.
There used to be a way around it, which was starting again as a newbie (those who know the odds about ever being published and how little it depended on quality can see why this was less than ideal, but all the same) under a new name. But by the time I came along, this was not even really possible. Only way to submit for most houses — or at least if you wanted to get bought — was via agents and agents, who depended on publishers for their rice bowl would not “deceive” them that way. So, if you found yourself unable to sell, even if you had no idea why — maybe you were seen being friendly to someone newly on the outs? Maybe the publisher had a toothache? — you were done. It was time to forget the decades you took breaking in and acquiring a public. As far as your readers knew you were dead. Move on. Go learn to code or something.
More importantly, by the time I broke in, if you were a decent seller but didn’t break out into bestseller ranks in 3 books — very difficult without help from publishers — if they condescended to keep you on, they made you change genre/subgenre AND YOUR NAME which meant most of the time, what readers you’d found couldn’t follow you, and you could be kept midlistish forever.
So, yeah, it was a tyrannical, irrational, capricious regime, with random cancellation powers – SAH]

We are, however, in the middle of a revolution, and one of the things the e-book tech revolution is doing (amid all the confusion and fear) is giving those writers who were consigned to exile through no fault of their own an instrument they can play, and a road back into civilization.

Writers whose fans forgot they existed; writers who spent years honing their craft only to disappear from view forever, will now be publishing again.

Even better, the books have the potential to be available forever, at no cost to the publisher and/or the writer. This means there is a chance for books that went relatively unnoticed but which deserve notice, to acquire it.

This is – to me, perhaps because I am a writer – the best part of this “revolution”. It gives us instruments we can play. It allows us to come down the road, our capes fluttering, playing our trumpets, allowing people to look at us.

There are many other points pro and con what is happening – many shoals on our way to a happy ending we might or might not read. The most important of these is how the reader will find us – and I do have ideas on how to do that. I’ll be covering those in daily posts probably for a week. But for now, think of the series that were interrupted that you’d like to see finished. Right off the top of my head, I can tell you I WANT to read more of the Lord Meren Egyptian Mysteries (written by Lynda Robinson.) I’m sure you can think of some yourself.

[Turns out the author actually died, or at least that’s what I vaguely remember. But yeah, finding authors/authors finding a public is still difficult, and I haven’t been writing nearly enough. Getting on that.
Anyway, so, there it is. We are back. The banished writers. There will be attempts to silence us again (It’s what my serialization experiment is about, among other things) but I’m going to guess they’ll fail. We have this here trumpet, and we can forge others, and continue to play – SAH]

Stop and think – won’t it be lovely to hear again the still, small voice of vanished writers?

This could be titled “another year up the spout.”

It’s not true, not quite. But I thought it was time for a state of the writer post, because ya’ll start worrying about me, when things fall behind and I don’t meet even self-imposed deadlines.

So, I’m all right. The problem has been I haven’t had a sleep study in seven years. Mostly because it’s a pain and I haven’t got around to scheduling one. There have been more serious health issues in the family and I’ve been hounding people to get checked/get something done about them, so this has slipped.

I don’t need one, probably, but that means the supply places don’t want to fulfill orders for replacement parts. So I’ve been shopping on Amazon and they didn’t have name-brand parts, only knock offs. The knock offs develop micro cracks that mean the straps come off if I move or turn. Normally within a month or so. But see that “been too busy” I didn’t think about it, and didn’t check, and assumed because I didn’t remember maybe more than once a night I wasn’t wakening that often.

Except I was falling asleep during the day or really early in the evening and not being able to put my mind to much — which is why chapters and books are late — so I tracked and yep, every half hour I was adjusting the mask, because the straps came off.

So, Amazon coincidentally now has the name brand, and I got it yesterday. I’d like to say it’s the best sleep I’ve had in weeks but it wasn’t, because Mr. Indy has ensured the hose leaks (well, it moves SO enticingly) and also because apparently I’ve been petting him in the night while half awake. So– I’ve ordered new hoses, and put them on subscription. Since Indy is calming down but we’ll hopefully been getting his little siblings in two months.

And one thing we’ve established is that I don’t function while half asleep. In addition there’s some respiratory thing, but before you get too worried, it appears it’s just because I’ve been smoking Canada. Yes, I know it’s a bad habit and I should quit, but what can I say. It’s in the air, as it were, and it’s so fashionable. I wish Castreau would stop torching his own country, but it’s probably a vain hope.

In fact, the way this year has gone maybe I should give up on sleep altogether. We started in February, with a misdiagnoses of high blood pressure that led to my taking a medicine that kept me awake and coughing.

And since then it’s been one crazy thing after another.

The most important ones, though, has been that I’ve traveled almost every month for a week. I hate traveling. But that’s not the point. The point is that I will spend one week recovering from the trip, one week preparing the next trip, and one week traveling, then start again.

Most of these trips haven’t been to cons, though some have been to meet fans. Most of them, though have been family and personal, and I’m starting to get a bit exhausted. Which is okay. Other than Son of Silvercon in Vegas mid-October, I’m not traveling again till March next year. (Well, in November, on kittens-picking-up mission, hopefully.) I briefly considered going to P-con in Dallas this month, then realized I really need to write, and that’s more important. As much as I’d like to see friends I can’t travel all the time. Also, did I mention I hate traveling? I always did, even as a young woman, though I did a lot of it, but now I’m getting old and curmudgeonly, and I have novels practically trying to come out my ears, so I’d best stay home and fricking write. Oh, yeah, and get the sleep thing regulated.

On the CPAP – while I’m again working at losing weight, my apnea doesn’t seem to be weight related but mouth formation related. I should have caught on earlier, from the fact that my family assumes it’s normal to sleep less and less every year after 20 or so. You just wake up and stare at the ceiling a lot. Yeah. Anyway, it’s likely I’ll have to be tethered to the thing the rest of my life, so I probably should have the needless sleep study, so that I can order things through insurance.

Moving right along, I didn’t announce it here, for various reasons, but mostly the way we left Colorado, there was enough weird stuff surrounding us that I decided it was a bad idea to give much notice of our trip, but the trip with older son was to Colorado for almost a week.

In many ways Colorado is still home. You can’t live somewhere for thirty years and not have it become a part of you. In other ways, it’s a complete unknown, particularly Colorado Springs downtown which has to an extent changed behind recognition and has a weird “New York married California” vibe. I can’t describe it, it’s just a weird touch-feel feeling.

Anyway, it was good to be able to say goodbye to Pete’s (late at night on Friday, and how is it possible the place is both more upscale — the cheap picnic tables in the annex are now permanent wood and stainless steel — and somehow more seedy? (Every surface felt like it had been dipped in sugar. Twice.) It was also full of students, which shocked me, as Pete’s after 10 was always the hang of policemen, whores and writers.

We also went to the DMNS, to the zoo and to Garden of the Gods, as well as seeing friends of 30 years standing whom we might or might not see again, or at least not for a long time.

We didn’t get to take a walk in downtown Colorado Springs due to the press of time.

But it was good. I got to say goodbye properly, and don’t feel like I ran away under cover of darkness.

It also confirmed for me the two reasons I could not have stayed. One would be insufficient to push me out, but two of them, well…. Yeah, the politics. There’s only so much I could have dealt with and the politics have gone too far. And my autoimmune. As soon as we hit altitude, it spun up to crazy levels, and I couldn’t have stayed one more day without needing to go to ER. It’s mostly cleared now.

My head would probably also clear, if I could get stuff ready so I can sleep ;)

Anyway, I’m going to try to stay home and optimize my routine to writing, because the books ain’t gonna write themselves, and it’s either that or pour bleach in my ear to quiet all the people in there.

The state of the writer is sleepy, confused, smoke-infused and cat-plagued. What else is new?

Yesterday, on twitter — yeah, I only go there for five minutes, morning and evening, to echo my posts, but sometimes it’s enough to hit my face on some kind of stupid — I came across someone, almost for sure European, screaming at a friend.

My friend had commented on the idiot desire by the current maladministration to raise our taxes. My friend was particularly — as he should be — exercised about progressive taxes, a system that always ends up punishing the middle class (of course) and which destroys the economy in the process. And this complete ass called him an idiot by saying that if only our taxes were higher, we’d have better education and our medical system wouldn’t be falling apart.

I think I was very rude. I sometimes am. And the stupidity in that comment was too glaring to be ignored.

First, of course, most Europeans have no idea what our taxes are. Hell, most Americans don’t. They get told our taxes are low, and this is usually federal taxes, but it completely ignores that we also have state taxes, local taxes, property taxes, sales taxes.

Better people than I have added it all up, and in most places we’re giving at least half if not most of our earnings to government. Our real taxation is much higher than in Europe.

So, why are our “education” and “health” falling apart? Why indeed?

Well, it could be because since the early twentieth century our government has been running on the older and crazier European model, which is explicitly excluded from our governance by the constitution.

It could be because neither health nor education are a legitimate province of the government for a self-governing people who wish to remain so.

Sure, local governments might do what they will with education. Maybe. At least when the insane bastages which always seem to gravitate to positions of government and power are doing intolerable things or more likely things utterly divorced from reality, because they can, you can go surround their houses with torches and pitchforks, which seems to get their attention sharpish-like.

As for health, it is find for charities and wealthy individuals to be encouraged to concern themselves with the plight of the indigent and suffering. For many centuries it was preached by the churches, and even the non-religious do-gooders. (Education too, for that matter.)

Only an European — spit — would think that either education or health are a legitimate province of the government. And that’s because they still have rats in their heads from when absolute kings had rights over the everything of their subjects as though they belonged to the king as his play things. And they apparently have forgotten how those regimes ended. (A la lanterne. It might behoove the Americans who thought the Europeans had the right idea to contemplate that. Maybe they have. I’ve noticed that a lot of lampposts are now made so they have no cross piece. Probably a coincidence.)

Particularly in a continent-sized country like ours, to deliver the responsibility and right for your most intimate decisions to a massive and indifferent bureaucracy staffed by people who have attended “the best colleges” and see you as unwashed peasants, and who have no idea how large the country is in fact, or how varied the means of living in it, is …. as stupid as we’re finding out.

Though for my money, both Great Britain and Canada, smaller countries with easier to understand needs, are hitting their nose on that first.

Because surrounding the capital is much harder, and just the expense in torches and pitchforks will bankrupt your average middle class. (Maybe. I’d say in the next five years all over the world we’ll test this.)

I don’t need to do an hypothetical. The money spent on education per state is available on line. And as it climbs the quality of education declines.

As for health, no one — not even the hospitals — knows how much health services really cost. The thrice damnable interference of the government in health, starting with medicaid and medicare has distorted the price structure by removing the patient from responsibility or right to oversee his own treatment. The government pays whimsically and in ways that have nothing to do with the right decisions for the patient.

This was made worse by — really spit — Obama care which dictated what insurances should cover and shouldn’t cover. And if you think the surge in “trans” everything isn’t related to the fact that all insurances are mandated to cover it and that hospitals are starved for money, you’re most trusting than I am.

Even the most mundane of decisions my doctor wants to make for my care — and keep in mind that we do have very good (for our time insurance) — are now captive of “insurance” “approving.” Fortunately our doctor is as irritated by this as I am, so when I vent he just sighs and doesn’t take it personally. But seriously: after my doctor examines me, looks at my tests, and spends time in thought, he must still defer his decision on what medicines or procedures I should have to faceless bureaucrats far away, who are looking at me not as an individual with an admittedly quirky biology (for various reasons) but as a statistical blip.

(For years, while we tried to follow as low carb a diet as possible (diabetes in both families) we were harangued on how we should mostly eat cereals and carbs. Which I understand is, in fact, okay for a lot of people, but certainly not for us.)

So if something works for 90% of the people, then it should work for me. According to people who were never trained in medicine and who only see numbers and statistics.

This is probably why “medical intervention” is right now our leading cause of death. (Yes, they call it medical error, but is it the doctor’s or the system’s?)

Look, the problem is that you’re not making the decisions, the government is. And the government makes decisions according to its priorities.

Your priority might be to stay alive as long as possible, because you have books to write, and you think you’re making a contribution to the world. But the government will look at the ledger as you age, and see the price climbing, and your tax bill falling, and at some point you become a liability.

The same with education. You might want your kid to learn the things he or she needs to be a well-rounded individual who does well in life and is happy. But the government wants your kid above all not to cause trouble. So whatever needs to be taught so your kids just go along with whatever the government wants is what gets taught. And if they think — they do — there are too many people, they might prefer it if your kids get maimed so they don’t reproduce. And all of this is easier if they don’t read too well, can’t do math, and can’t look up the wealth of information available on line. Because, you know, keeping pets is always easier than containing self-actuated individuals you’re annoying.

No matter how much you pay in taxes, most of the money will go to the bureaucrats whose priorities are to grow bureaucracy and treat you like a farm animal.

The way to get out of that bind is not to pay more taxes, but to get government back within its constitutional restraints and push everything not specified in the constitution to the local government or the individuals. And if the individuals actually can read and research, they should keep most of it to themselves.

The more money you pay to an indifferent third party to look after you, the less you’ll like the way they look after you.

And before you talk of compassion and ending suffering: There’s only one way to end human suffering permanently. Look at Canada. They’re leading the way. They’ll now cheerfully treat you for feeling sad or being poor. The treatment is death. As it always ends up being.

Keep government poor. You always get more of what you buy, and we have enough of government.

And keep its big beak out of anything but protecting our borders (ah), negotiating with foreign potentates, and maintaining relations between states (ah) so they don’t degenerate into war.

Everything else? Take it state, take it local, take it personal.

Because the other way it always ends in death. There are no exceptions. The larger the government the higher the chance of mass graves.

In the end that’s all taxes buy.