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FROM JERRY BOYD: Joy to the Squirrels

Bob thought he was going to get to enjoy a little down time on Charlie’s planet. You don’t need to be told that our shepherd had other ideas, do you? Bert and Ernie find a bot, new, but old, with quite a story to tell. Then Jossi and Lakki blow their cover, and need rescuing. A lot of work to get done, to get back to Earth in time for a wedding. Come watch Bob and the crew get it all done.

BY ED LACY, REVIVED BY D. JASON FLEMING: Enter Without Desire.

Marshall Jameson was an aspiring artist at the end of his rope. On New Year’s Eve he wandered into New York City on his last pennies, and stumbled onto a radio game show, won it… and found the perfect girl.

How could he know his good luck would lead him step by step into murder? But Elma was worth it, worth murder, and more!

• This iktaPOP Media edition includes a new introduction giving genre and historical context to the novel.

FROM DAVID COLLINS: Convention War

The Earth Space Force Military has a problem. Something so dangerous that they need the ultimate distraction. A way to keep all the news stations away from it. They need them to focus on it rather than the massive alien ‘thing’ being lowered into a pit in the desert near Area 51.

They have decided that Keith and nine of his crew will be that distraction. They choose to drop off Keith, the hero starship captain, and a bunch of alien women off at Comic-Con for a surprise appearance.

FROM ROWENNA MILLER: The Fairy Bargains of Prospect Hill.

In the early 1900s, two sisters must navigate the magic and the dangers of the Fae in this enchanting and cozy historical fantasy about sisterhood and self-discovery.

There is no magic on Prospect Hill—or anywhere else, for that matter. But just on the other side of the veil is the world of the Fae. Generations ago, the first farmers on Prospect Hill learned to bargain small trades to make their lives a little easier—a bit of glass to find something lost, a cup of milk for better layers in the chicken coop.

Much of that old wisdom was lost as the riverboats gave way to the rail lines and the farmers took work at mills and factories. Alaine Fairborn’s family, however, was always superstitious, and she still hums the rhymes to find a lost shoe and to ensure dry weather on her sister’s wedding day.

When Delphine confides her new husband is not the man she thought he was, Alaine will stop at nothing to help her sister escape him. Small bargains buy them time, but a major one is needed. Yet, the price for true freedom may be more than they’re willing to pay.

FROM RACONTEUR PRESS, WITH STORIES BY STEVE DIAMOND, JOHN VAN STRY, JACK WYLDER AND OTHERS: Pinup Noir

Everybody loves the femme fatale; the tough-as-nails dame with the smoky voice and the legs that go on forever – almost as much as they love the cynical gumshoe with the strict moral code and the tiniest soft spot in his heart.

Hard-boiled detective fiction – America’s gift to literature – was introduced to the world in the middle of the Roaring Twenties, allegedly reached its height in the 1950s; and if you listen to the pundits, died out with the pulp magazines.

Hogwash. Hardboiled detective fiction lives on in its offspring: the roman noir, film noir, neo-
noir, Mediterranean noir, and last – but certainly not least – cyberpunk.

Join these 8 authors as they explore the world of the hard-boiled detective and the dames they love.

FROM CHRIS KENNEDY, MARK WANDRY, KACEY EZELL AND OTHERS: The Phoenix Initiative: First Missions

War is Coming!

Nigel Shirazi, the Speaker of the Merc Guild, knows that war is coming and he’s not ready. He needs to build up the mercenary forces after years of war, and he’s proclaimed the Phoenix Initiative to give people who want to start new companies the opportunity to do so. CASPers are cheaper and financed at lower rates, and the government of Earth is offering bounties to take the mercs from alien races off the planet. Now is the time!

Hearing the call to arms, a diverse group of startups, including a number of non-conventional ones and ones that originated on some of the colony worlds, have just taken their first missions. These are some of their stories.

Welcome back to the Four Horsemen universe, where only a willingness to fight and die for money separates Humans from the majority of the other races. Edited by bestselling authors and universe creators Mark Wandrey and Chris Kennedy, “The Phoenix Initiative: First Missions” includes seventeen all-new stories in the Four Horsemen universe by a variety of bestselling authors—and some you may not have heard of…yet. Are you ready to strap on a CASPer and go out to make your fortune? Then it’s time to read the stories of these mercs and learn the lessons they’ve already figured out for you!

FROM DENTON SALLE: In the Hall of Eternal Music

“With this sword, I can even slay the volkh lordling, were he not hiding behind his dwarven puppet”

Jeremy and Galena traveled with Bolgor to his home city, only to find the legendary city of the dwarves torn apart by politics. What was to be a pleasant visit turned into a struggle against the Dark attempts to corrupt it from within.

The young wizard, his bear-shifter lady, and his dwarven sword brother must find a way to deal with different political parties, monsters, and assassination attempts. They have to find the instigator in a different culture with very different rules. Rules that separate Jeremy from Galena. Among a people many of whom think the volkh are frauds.

And the fall of this city to Darkness would lead to a new reign of terror as its satellite cities fall and a new Dark Empire arises in the North. Only Jeremy and his friends stand in the way of a new age of war and the bloodshed that will bring.

Click above to join Jeremy as he faces the latest challenge of the dark. A challenge that threatens not only those he loves but an entire civilization and perhaps the world. If you like adventures set in a unique magical world, you will love the latest in the Avatar Wizard series.

FROM LARS WALKER: Troll Valley

Chris Anderson has everything. He’s the son of the richest family in town. He lives in a beautiful, loving home. He even has a fairy godmother. Chris Anderson also has nothing. He was born with a deformed arm, and when he gets angry he sees visions that terrify him. At the turn of the Twentieth Century, in a nation wrestling with faith and science, tradition and change, Chris will be forced to confront his own nature, and learn the meanings of freedom, love, and the grace of God.

FROM JOSH GRIFFING: The Hyperion Signals

In June of 2165 technicians find a way to send messages faster than light. They call it The Hyperion Signal, and if messages can move at translight speeds, why not machines and men as well?

We drive ourselves to the next frontier, and the next. And at each frontier another wonder lingers.

In Pyre and Ice, the job of terraforming Titan’s frozen wilderness falls to Jotunheim Station, but the threat within the station is as deadly as the cold outside. It takes integrity, courage, and teamwork to see the mission through.

With translight ships, we set out across the galaxy, seeking out marvels our mere telescopes only hinted about. The first two ships to make the translight quest were Petra and Henley, sent to survey a world where strange trees grow Under a Wayward Sun.

FROM LEIGH KIMMEL: Rockin’ the USA

It’s not easy being married to the leader of the band, even in the best of times. When everything becomes political, you’ve got a nightmare on your hands.

Laurel had her doubts when her husband signed on to headline Governor Thorne’s Independence Day concert in Candlestick Park. Now that the band’s committed to the appearance, the Flannigan Administration has decided to shut the show down, with prejudice.

Laurel knows she has to fight this attempt to stop the signal. But doing so may put her in more danger than she could ever have anticipated, and risk those she loves.

A story of the Grissom timeline, originally published in Liberty Island Magazine.

This edition also includes a bonus essay on the era of dictatorship in Grissom-timeline America.

BY PHILIP K. DICK, BROUGHT BACK BY D. JASON FLEMING: The Variable Man (Annotated): The libertarian pulp sci fi classic novella

He fixed things — clocks, refrigerators, vidsenders and destinies. But he had no business in the future, where the calculators could not handle him. He was Earth’s only hope — and its sure failure!

• This iktaPOP Media edition includes a new introduction giving genre and historical context to the novella.

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: SPROUT

Okay, the first is not exactly a meme. But you know, it’s important.

And now? Laissez les bon memes rouler!

At Liberty con, I was put — for the second time — on a panel called The New Weird. This put me in a mood, since the last time I was on it, no one could define the New Weird. Which in my mind is a failed marketing tag, and the equivalent of “New Wave without without the flashes of brilliance conferred by LSD.”

So I might have been a wee bit rude off the gate. Look, truly, part of this is that I was barely holding together with ducttape with Helena in ICU. (Her having died hasn’t made things easier. I feel like I’ve been cored like an apple. It’s not just Helena, but since Jan there have been two (human) deaths, one serious human illness with high likelihood of death close family (treatment proceeds), one serious human disease that will be fatal in a friend (RES’s beloved), and an awful lot of other things that wore on the nerves and heart. Never mind. I will recover, eventually. But as with physical injury, it is harder to recover with age.) And part of it was that I naturally have a sneering disdain for conscious attempts Pour Epater Les Bourgeois.

I see nothing wrong with shocking or surprising normal society, if that’s the story you want to tell or need to tell. I do see something wrong — scandal and abomination — in trying to distort a story in order to be shocked or “weird.”

Not that, mind you, I have anything against weird. I prefer Odd, but let’s face it: I — and probably most of you reading this — are by definition weird. It’s just I’m old weird. I’m weird because I approach life at an unusual — some would say abolished — angle.

Now do I know why? No. I don’t do it on purpose. Okay, so ADD explains some of it, as it apparently comes with other effects, but … well, mostly I’m just Odd.

This used to be why we gravitated to Science Fiction. It had weird, in heaps and buckets and whorls.

Mind you I read other things — and write everything — but I gravitate towards science fiction and fantasy as my place in the world, partly because … It’s all weirdos in here. In fact, I might sometimes ping too normal for this genre. Well, not when writing. But in my everyday life. I mean, until you hear us talk, we look like a nice, completely normal family.

But it’s the place where you can unironically and without explaining say things like “In a parallel universe, this would have happened” and no one bats an eye.

For those of you used to it, let me tell you it’s not normal. You try dropping that casually at your block party and best case scenario you’re going to be explaining what you meant for hours, and after that they’ll call you “The sciency dude in 1708” or perhaps “The crazy guy in 1708.”

Being Weird — Odd — means never having to think about how to epater the normals. They find us bizarre and sometimes absurd.

If you have to think about it, stop trying and go do something normal like Romance.

In fact on an earlier panel there was this …. lady. There was nothing absolutely wrong with her and she was trying to be nice and well, make noises to signal she was on our side. However, my reaction to her — instinctive — was low grade hostility, and I was amused when the two hun-women in attendance revealed they felt the same. You see, she would have been perfectly at home at RWA. Nothing against RWA, mind you, but they are way more normal and well adjusted than us weirdos. So, her tribal identification was wrong, and it was driving us all nuts. She probably wasn’t even aware of it.

But if you shock (and sometimes appall) people without meaning to, because you let your mind wonder? We’ll embrace you. Welcome home. You’re one of us. We even used to be pretty tolerant on the political thing. (And most people who aren’t aren’t us weirdos, either. They’re poseurs, thinking they’re shocking us. US!)

Now, we weirdos are (rightly?) reviled by all right thinking people. We stick out like a bur on the saddle. Humans like to think in stereotypes. It makes life easier. Suddenly finding a nail that not only won’t be pounded down but keeps changing into a fluffy duck and yelling cuckoo is … unnerving for the human system.

Of course that’s our value too.

Being social apes, humans tend to fall into patterns of group think. And when group think is leading the group over the cliff, it takes a weirdo to yell “Stop” and turn around and run the other way.

(As we saw during the Covid bs, I’m the weirdo for this job.)

And weird artists are important too. We can turn reality around in our minds and show a facet no one else has seen yet. And sometimes, sometimes, those are important for perceiving the whole.

But don’t call us new weird. We’re old weird. We’re the guy who knapped flint into a new shape, because the idea wouldn’t leave him alone; we’re the woman who wove a basket because grabbing fish with her hands was tiresome; we’re the grannies who made up stories of those things that maybe are and maybe aren’t in the dark; we’re the weirdos who set off in a small band to that place over the ridge, because there must be a better way to live.

We’re old, old weird. It only looks new if you are so beaten down by government schools and media signaling that you think weird you have to wear the right clothes the right way to be a good person.

Meanwhile we weirdos will find new ways to weird. Weirdly.

Events in the rearview mirror appear clearer than they are.

It is important to remember that though we are the victims of a 20th century “conspiracy” it wasn’t really a conspiracy. More of a prospiracy. A loose group of people blundering around doing things because they seemed right, who didn’t actually foresee the disastrous and terrifying consequences of their behavior, their ideological allegiance, or their corruption of what their profession should be.

Take war for instance.

A lot of us are quietly revolted at what the Trump presidency and those who oppose it revealed. We thought Trump was nuts when he spoke of withdrawing our support from things like NATO, or at least making the other nations pay their fair share.

And then– Well, the Trump presidency happened, with its twin revelations that the war in the Middle East, and our involvement in it, including our dependency on foreign oil was optional, and that the military industrial complex would do anything — ANYTHING — rather than let the permanent state of war end.

This has hit me very hard, coming from an Academia background (look, not my fault, okay? I got pushed into it) and having heard the left natter forever about the Military-industrial-complex. I don’t want to think they were right, including the hippie paranoia that young men were sent to die so old men could keep power.

But in the light of how hard the brass fought to keep us from withdrawing from the Middle East, and how strangely they seem to be cheering for a world war, it’s hard to keep from agreeing.

This has hit me very hard. It’s hit my military veteran friends harder.

However, it helps if you realize that no, you didn’t fight for a lie. You fought for what seemed from facts available as the best thing to do, at the time, for us and for our country.

First, let’s dispose of the sappy, bizarre idea of our er… friends on the left, who think the US military is a sort of charitable organization, which should be deployed abroad, whenever someone is being mistreated or even to enforce the left’s rather weird beliefs and gospel. (Hence trying to push transgender notions on Afghanistanis that give laughter belly aches to Iowa farm boys.)

That’s not the purpose of a military. That was never the purpose of a military. No matter how much you would like the military to be sort of missionaries of wokeness, that’s not what an armed force is for. An armed force is either to protect the homeland (which our current administration is singularly determined in refusing to do) or to invade other nations (which they want to do, but only if our boys can die to prove … I don’t know what. Maybe to protect 10% for the big guy.)

At least the American right’s use of the military is seemingly saner. Seemingly, because it tries to fit into those two uses. To be fair, into the first one. It’s just that over time it too has gotten corrupted and slid away from what is needed and into pie in the sky.

And then there is the tendency for any human institution to perpetuate itself, no matter how stupid or harmful its purpose, because it is the job of the persons running it.
Suppose tomorrow there was a plague that rotted infants from the toes up, so that if you didn’t immediately cut an infants’ toes off, they would die sometime before five. An organization would be formed to cut infants’ toes off, and develop all sorts of branches and sub-organizations. Then twenty years later, someone discovered that a simple antibiotic stopped the death. Do you think the infant-toes-cutting-off bureaucracy would go away? Really? Why?

I bet you they would come up with a million reasons why cutting off day-olds’ toes was better for the baby, and stridently refuse to disband and/or change policy.

This is sort of how we got here.

No one meant to create a bureaucracy that would overshadow the elected branches, only… well, the future was self-obviously more organized and centralized. Look at how much better centralized production worked. And how more efficient it was. And educated people had a clear vision of what the future brought — dinned into their heads by statist and increasingly more Marxian professors — that they could make true, no matter what goobers were elected.

No one meant to create a self-perpetuating military that would hobble itself in order to lose wars to the world’s most liliputian militaries and be about as useful as a chocolate hammer, but less tasty.

But the US really despises foreign entanglements, as a culture. We want to live in our land and tend our garden. And we can. But WWI and WWII and the cold war were viewed as “they just won’t live us alone.”

Our intelligence services are even less useful than a chocolate hammer. Perhaps as useful as Kleenex soaked in piss. Part of this is that Americans born and bred are curiously blind to the uniqueness of America and incapable of understanding totalitarian regimes. So they took Moscow — and Beijing — at their own word. Which made them seem like a formidable enemy indeed.

So…. well, peace through superior firepower. We’ll finally get them to leave us alone. Which means we grew, and grew, and grew. And the industry and commerce associated with war grew along with the military. And all of it tended toward use. Not helped by the “threats” our intelligence agencies keep finding or manufacturing.

It wasn’t so much a fine tuned conspiracy. Back then with what we knew — and remember agencies and governments relied on the exact same corrupt prospiracy we call the Main Stream Media — we did what seemed right. We, both as a country and as individuals.

It is acceptable to sigh at how deluded we were. It’s not acceptable to think the delusion was carefully created.

It was the result of bad education, bad media, and people’s natural tendency to want their job to be important.

That it’s now revealed to be a tissue of lies is important too.

The human tendency is to lie to ourselves, to unify our fractured understanding by telling ourselves no, it’s all right, we were right all along. I think that’s why the left is chivvying us along to world war, and it will be through no fault of their own if we’re not at war in our territory by March 2024. At some level they want the dissonance to go away. They want “unity” inside and out.

But we can’t afford it. Either the war, or the false plastering over the truths we now know.

The world has changed. We see very clearly what’s been going on. After the crash everyone can feel, it’s important to remember this is above all the result of centralization and bureaucratization of government.

It’s important to go small, go local, go as specific as possible.

Because no matter how evil or temporary their purpose, bureaucracies will self-perpetuate and destroy the republic.

Let’s build the republic and prune back bureaucracy.

I will stop being a drip about the kitten, and go on with life. Not that it’s going to pass or I’m going to forget, mind you — it unfortunately doesn’t work that way — but because it’s not your fault, and you shouldn’t have to put up with it.

Somewhere mentally I’m still locked in… It’s not denial, because I know it’s happened. It’s more …. I want it undone. My subconscious is stomping its feet and screaming that it wants to go back a week and two days, to happy, healthy running around kitten.

The “stages of grief” are… interesting tools, but not quite…. right.

And I don’t see a difference between mourning for humans and for cats but then I have a hole in my head, where cats read as “people”. Not all animals. Just cats and some dogs. When we had mice or guinea pigs of of course Derpy fish, I was very sad they died, but it wasn’t the gutting grief of losing what reads as “people.”

No. I don’t know why. Hole in the head. Possibly because I was raised with cats from very young.

Anyway, for me the process is the same, and this is the third of three deaths this year, (One expected, two unexpected) which is why it hit especially hard. The other two were human.

For some reason grief always gives me nausea too. Which means I only want to eat bland vaguely sweet things like potatoes or popcorn. Not great for me, but since I don’t eat much, not terrible.

Anyway, there is a point to this post, and it is this: There are coping strategies to deal with grief. There are even official ones, but I don’t know any. I know what works for me.

So, in the past, what works is…. being nice to myself. Yes, I’ll allow myself that piece of chocolate. (Not large, because, well.) And short of stopping work (this is bad for reasons) I allow myself to take it a little easier. (JUST a little. Like knock off an hour earlier.)

And yes, I will go for that little walk, or spend fifteen minutes outside reading.

I won’t beat myself up when I feel the need to cry twice or four times a day.

I try to hug my current living kitties and husband.

And I try to work. Though today as is, this blog post and the one at Mad Genius Club, and having gotten showered and dressed might count as work.

I’ll do more tomorrow. Including a real blog post.

Thank you for bearing with me. I know some of you think I’m being silly. And perhaps I am. I know people have suffered bigger (recent) losses and that people have much bigger problems.

But between the surprise and the second shock in a short time….. well, it is what it is. I can’t argue that having a knife cut to the hand is better than one to the chest. But it still hurts and has to be dealt with.

I will build from this, step by step.

I’m not there yet, but I can kind of see the time I don’t cry every day.

Loving is worth it, even if we know we’ll lose the beloved, whether a kitten, a human or a republic.

And we should fight as hard as we can not to lose them as is.

I’ll be better tomorrow. This too shall pass. And eventually the pain will become a dull ache. And eventually a faint reminiscent twinge.

Today is not that day. Better tomorrow.

Helena of Troy Hoyt, Jan. 2023, Jun 2023.

Helena died in her sleep last night, before we could get home to cuddle her once more. The doctor still has no idea why, and I’ve authorized an autopsy, to spare someone else this heartbreak; to maybe save another kitten.

I shouldn’t have had her spayed so young; I shouldn’t have boarded her; I shouldn’t have removed her from my shoulder when she was happy and purring; I shouldn’t have moved her from her patch of sunlight when she was sleeping, just so we could go outside.

I have toys and treats I was saving for when we got back home, so we could celebrate getting her back. We bought her a brand new carrier she only got to use in that last trip.

Indy will be alone now, poor thing.

I didn’t deserve her. And she has left, to be petted by angels where the sun never sets.

Two Truths and a Lie – by the Baloonatic

I attended a Bible Study a few weeks ago where the topic was Truth. As part of the introduction, they had us play that icebreaker I have played many times in the past  – Two Truths and a Lie. It’s played in many ways, sometimes people write the two truths and a lie on a sheet of paper and people not only have to guess which is the lie, but to which person it applies; and sometimes, as this time, it was just writing them down and reading them out. One of the ladies in our group didn’t realize until after listing hers that she had given us three truths, because she couldn’t think of a lie.

I’ve discovered that I’ve lived an adventurous life compared to the average person. I always felt that if life gave you an opportunity you should seize the day and go for it – jump in the deep end and figure out how to swim. So whenever I have had a chance to try something, whether it is an exotic food item ranging from camel to mutton bird or Haggis, to an opportunity to live in another country or learn a new skill, I’ve almost always gone for it. So my stock answers for this game are, “I’ve gone bungee-jumping; I’ve jumped from a plane; I’ve performed as a fire-eater.”

As we were going through everyone’s responses, trying to figure out what was the lie, and then completing the Bible study, it got me to thinking about how this game was reflected in society today. Oftentimes we hear something or read it or watch it on the news, and what we are absorbing are often truths, but truths embedded with lies, and no real way to discern what is the truth and what is the lie. That came up again when Tucker Carlson released his first tweet in a few weeks where he promoted his new show that will be available on Twitter. He talked about the media and how what we are told is often part of the truth, but not always the whole truth (https://twitter.com/TuckerCarlson/status/1656037032538390530). There are many types of lies. From personal experience, I have found that lies of omission can be as devastating as lies of commission – neglecting to tell someone the important bits they need to know to make a balanced decision. What we have now from the media and from our political leaders are both. They leave out the important bits, and then outright lie about others – “My family didn’t get money from foreign companies;” “The border is secure;” “Men can get pregnant.”

So where do we go from here? Who can we believe? Who can we trust? America is a high trust society, but there is an element that is working on breaking that trust down, leaving us questioning everything and everyone; pulling us apart instead of joining us together; tearing things down instead of building them up; isolating people so that they are easier to pick off, one by one. Is there an answer? The best answer that I have found is to band with those who are asking the same questions, who are working together to discover the truth. And, as a Christian, to remember that there is only One who is the Truth. If the path that you are on doesn’t lead to that Truth, then it’s time to turn around and find another and to work on creating, on building, on discovering the positives and lending a helping hand to the person next to you, the person behind you. To be the block that stops the person in front of you from sliding down.

We need to channel our childhood, grasp wrists with the person on either side of us and form a strong line for the modern day version of Red Rover, ready not just to stop our opponents from separating us and breaking us down, but also to catch them and add them to our number. We also need to be prepared to tell the truth and admit to our own lies. I had to stop eating fire because it gave me horrible heart burn. ;-)  And the worst part about bungee-jumping was that you were falling, falling, falling – and then, all of a sudden, you were falling again. And bouncing there wondering, how the heck do they get you down? Someday, maybe next year, I will join the Leap Year club once again and jump out of that plane.

Helena, two weeks ago.

So, nothing really new, though they either gave us more hope or– Anyway, she’s largely unresponsive.

Apparently it wasn’t a suggestion to euthanize. The doctor is happy we’re not. Tests for Toxoplasmosis (Sp?) are delayed. If it’s not Toxoplasmosis, the doctor is going to assume some form of brain event and put her on steroids to reduce swelling, etc. If it is positive, then it’s just going take a while on antibiotics. Just… patience.

She’s not getting worse, and her internal organs are fine, so they’ve ruled out poisoning. We’ll just visit her and pet her a lot in the next few days.

The good, though not particularly exciting news are that son and future daughter in law went to visit with a cell phone and put us on speaker near her, and she opened her eyes, and twitched her ears, and ALMOST fully woke up.

Dan and I are fine and on the road home, where we hope to reach before tomorrow.

Please pray for our tiny little fuzzy girl.

Helena at work supervising my writing two weeks ago.

I’m afraid the news this morning isn’t good at all. It’s not terrible, mind you. Not the worst it could be.

But Helena hasn’t made any progress from yesterday. She’s scooting around, but won’t get up on her legs, not to stand. She swallows the tablet, but won’t eat on her own. She is aware of the nurse, but won’t really interact. though she responds to touch.

Right now the speculation is leaning to something neurological, though not all tests are in, and the vet won’t have the full picture till tomorrow.

It was clear, however, from the nurse’s tone, she thinks Helena has improved as much as she will improve and they’re going to recommend euthanasia tomorrow.

I don’t know what to do, and I’m sitting here crying. Please, pray this is just a minor stall, and she improves majorly the rest of the day.

I want to go home and take my little kitten girl home with me.

UPDATE: We’re going home early, and barring her actually getting worse, we’re going to fight for her. She’s young and she should heal.

Common Ground by Maryh10000

One of the main problems conservatives have in getting the word out about our actual beliefs is that the legacy media refuses to portray us fairly. And the media that do portray us fairly are automatically assumed to be lying by people who don’t actually know us. One of the problems with this is that certain groups are sure they have to stay with the left, because “everyone knows” that the right is worse. People run into actual racism or homophobia on the left, and since “everyone knows” the right is even worse, they’re stuck.

This came up in a discussion where someone mentioned the video of an interview with a number of queer shooters, including Chris Cheng of Top Shot. They all agreed it was much riskier, socially, to come out as gun owners to their queer friends, than to come out as queer to their gun friends.

This shows an important difference between left and right. Conservatives who disagree with your lifestyle choices are safer than leftists who agree with it. Tolerance means the ability to actively disagree with someone else’s choices without needing to make those choices matters for legal action, disrespect, or shunning. A conservative’s reaction to finding out a fellow gun lover is gay is likely to be “sure, whatever.” Or even “me, too.” After all, some conservatives are gay, we have gay friends and family members.

But the interesting thing about the refusal of leftist governments to protect their citizenry is that more people are buying guns, because they are unsafe and they know it. 2020-2022 saw a huge influx of new gun owners, many of them from the left politically. They mostly bought their guns at shops that were run by conservatives. They are mostly being trained by instructors who are conservative. And these are conservatives of every racial group, both sexes, and various sexualities.

Which means that finally, some leftists are coming into contact with real conservatives. And finding out that no, we don’t want to kill gay people or beat them up. We might think you’re wrong or weird, but mostly we figure people are people and adults are adults. Don’t make us bake the darn cake, or perform your weddings in our churches, or make out in front of us, and we’re good. Really.

On the other hand, there’s an increasing list of things you can’t disagree with on the left, because there is no tolerance on the left. Look at the attacks on any high profile racial minority who disagrees with any part of the left agenda. Look at the attacks on Andy Ngo, a gay man, for covering Antifa. Look at the very term TERF. Even being a radical feminist doesn’t protect you if you deviate at all.

The left is scaring more and more people. I believe that the only thing that’s keeping many of the rank and file in line is believing that if their side has bad people, we must be worse. When it clicks in that they’re wrong, that could be a tipping point.

Maybe gun rights is the common ground that could help save us. Because the less safe people feel, the more they buy guns. And the more people buy guns, the more contact they have with real conservatives, not the leftist media version. And the more contact people have with real conservatives, not the leftist media version, the more they realize that there are real alternatives to the left.