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Yes, I owe you vignettes and promo, but guys, I’m up to my neck in underlayment.

This is 99c to midnight the 26th.

Dragon Blood: A Collection of Short Stories

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From the trenches of WWI where the Red Baron just can’t help turning into a dragon, to the desert sands of a future world where humans have become something else, from a coffee shop between worlds where magicians gather, to a place where your worst nightmare can love you, let Dragon Blood take you on a series of fantastic adventures.

With an introduction by Pam Uphoff

This collection contains the stories: Rising Above, From Out The Fire, Yellow Tide Foam,
Hot, The Blood Like Wine,The Least Of These Little Ones,
Scraps Of Fog,Something Worse Hereafter,The Littlest Nightmare,Dragon Blood

Note that I’m not absolutely sure whether to do Red Baron to the future of Dragon Red Baron first.  Suggestions accepted.

The Super Stupendous Holiday Sale Marches on and OW!

Hi guys.  I might not post new material till tomorrow, mostly because OW, laying down floor makes everything hurt which makes it hard to sleep… which… but I’m holding on thinking how much easier the house will be to clean afterwards and also I’ll be able to reach all my books!

Meanwhile today Two collections of short stories are on sale:
Crawling Between Heaven and Earth, inexplicably only till midnight (inexplicably because I thought I’d done 48 hours.  I must be weirder than normal.)

Remember ebooks make great holiday gifts if they appear on a person’s kindle on Christmas morning and you put a little card in a stocking. Or something.

Crawling between Heaven and Earth: 99c till midnight

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This is the collection of my first-professionally-published short stories now, OUCH about 20 years old.

A collection of short stories by Prometheus Award Winner Sarah A. Hoyt. The first edition of this collection was published by Dark Regions Press in paper, only. This updated edition contains two bonus short stories: High Stakes and Sweet Alice.
It also contains the stories: Elvis Died for Your Sins; Like Dreams Of Waking; Ariadne’s Skein;Thirst;Dear John;Trafalgar Square;The Green Bay Tree; Another George; Songs;Thy Vain Worlds;Crawling Between Heaven and Earth

Trade Winds: 99c till midnight on Christmas Day

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The most recent collection of short stories, though the title story is about 20 years old.

A collection of science fiction short stories by Sarah A. Hoyt.
Are there truly aliens among us? What do they really want? And what if our creations could come back in lethal form? Could we resist them? If there were a time police, would we know it? And really, why do people expect enlightenment from the stars? What if aliens needed us for their moral compass? You think our illegal immigration is bad? Wait till its coming from the stars? And what happens when the coin falls on edge? Can you reproduce it? Those not particularly moral aliens might set fiendish traps. And you can never go back again. Also, why would you want to? The future will invent completely new ways of making people miserable. Also how well would a generation ship get us to the stars without humans getting in their own way? If you read the world of Darkship Thieves, there’s a story ten years after the revolution in Olympus. It bridges the gap to the second wave of novels of the Earth Revolution which will be written, eventually. And what if the Carthaginians had sowed salt on the ruins of Rome? How long is memory?

And now I’m going to go back to laying down floor.  Any of you want to help? ;)

The Super Stupendous Holiday Extravaganza Goes On!

Yes, yes, more post with wordy things sometime today, but time and floor wait for no woman (I’ve varnished the breakfast nook table because over the last few years we’ve somehow stripped the polyurethane off it.  To be fair, it’s probably my mad cleaning, rather than how much use we make of it, but…) and we need to lay down floor now, so we can do the library tomorrow.

So….

The world’s worst promoter realized at like 3 am that I’d forgotten to advertise the 99c Sword and Blood at Insty.  (Did I advertise it here?)  Anyway, of course by that time it had rolled off.  Argh. So in the spirit of NOT doing that again (And if you’re a fan you should search on my name everyday and set it by price on Amazon and figure out what’s free or dirt cheap.  This goes on till the 30th.)

FREE TILL MIDNIGHT (and yes, I know there’s a typo in the description on Amazon and the cover sucks.  It will get fixed, but not while dealing with floors, and not till my render/art computer is fixed and up again.)

Death of a Musketeer

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When D’Artagnan, Athos, Porthos and Aramis discover the corpse of a beautiful woman who looks like the Queen of France, they vow to see that justice is done. They do not know that their investigation will widen from murder to intrigue to conspiracy, bring them the renewed enmity of Cardinal Richelieu and shake their faith in humanity. Through duels and doubts, they pursue the truth, even when their search brings them to the sphere of King Louis XIII himself and makes them confront secrets best forgotten.

FOR 99c TILL MIDNIGHT:

(yes, covers suck. I’ve had problems covering this series.)

The Musketeer’s Seamstress (The Musketeers Mysteries Book 2)

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Aramis emerges from the water closet to find his lover, a duchess, murdered on her bed. The room is locked, and Aramis is the only one who could have entered it. He’s sure he didn’t do it, but no one else believes him. Even Monsieur de Treville, Captain of Musketeers, doubts Aramis’s word. Aramis must leave Paris and go on the run, entrusting the solving of the murder, and the defense of his honor, his freedom and his very life to Athos, Porthos and D’Artagnan. Can “one for all” carry the day when every powerful person in France believes Aramis a murderer and when powerful interests would gladly frame Aramis for it?

The Musketeer’s Apprentice (Musketeers Mysteries Book 3)

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It’s August in Paris 1625 and Porthos, once a dancing and fencing master, has taken as apprentice a young nobleman, whom he’s teaching to fence and ride. When the young man dies, poisoned, the stories of his ancestry and domicile unravel into layer after layer of deception and blackmail, involving Porthos’s relatives and his own past.
Can Porthos, Athos, Aramis and D’Artagnan dodge the Cardinal’s guards while finding the real murderer? Who was Guillaume Jaucourt, and who could have killed him? And why?
It’s one for all and all for one with the swashbuckling sleuths, in a race against time and their own misgivings.

The Musketeer’s Inheritance (The Musketeer’s Mysteries Book 4)

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THIS BOOK WAS ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED BY BERKLEY PRIME CRIME UNDER THE TITLE “A DEATH IN GASCONY.”
A letter from Gascony calls D’Artagnan home. His father died suddenly and D’Artagnan must come and take charge of the estate. His friends, of course, accompany him. But what Athos, Porthos, Aramis and D’Artagnan don’t know is that the older D’Artagnan was murdered and that they must find the killer, if they want to keep the younger D’Artagnan alive.

It was a Colorado Book finalist.

The Musketeer’s Servant (Musketeers Mysteries Book 5)

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When Porthos’ Servant, Mousqueton, is found near a dead armorer or swordsmith and taken up for murder, the four friends, Athos, Porthos, D’Artagnan and Aramis set out to investigate. Their work on this private crime leads them to unfold a bigger plot, against the Cardinal or perhaps the king himself. Will the musketeers have to work on the side of Richelieu to keep Louis XIII safe?
THIS NOVEL WAS PREVIOUSLY PUBLISHED BY BERKLEY PRIME CRIME AS Dying by the Sword.

Things I’ve Learned This Morning

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Dan and I are doing what we always do when he has vacation: household stuff.  This is why staycation never works for us.  If we want a vacation, we have to go away, even if just to a hotel in town.  Otherwise,either we get into projects, or things break until we do.  So, this time we just decided to move everything around in basement, clear one room at a time and floor it with wood.  (Older son and lovely fiance already did half the great room down there.)  At the end of this — next week — is putting up the amazing library system so I can actually find my research books and actually, you know, write.  I’ve been screaming that I can’t access my tools of the trade.  Well, now I can.

But right now it’s phase one, which means clearing out older son’s office (his dad is TG handling the computers) so that we can floor that, and then we can move stuff from the library there, and then we can… yeah, like that.

Phase one involves finding space in the library.  Which means moving the forty boxes of books that appeared on the floor (from my perspective) when husband and younger son cleared the garage to put younger son’s stuff in when he moved to a smaller apartment a year ago.  Apparently the movers ignored things like “library” and just piled boxes of books in the garage.  What else is new?

Anyway, turns out not all of those forty boxes should be in the library.

For instance did you know that for movers comics and “manuscripts” are the same thing?  I didn’t. But I’ve been enlightened.  Apparently marked up manuscripts, print outs and research notes are all comics.  I confess I never even guessed at this, but now I know, right?

Other things: Apparently I didn’t lose my mind (who knew?) and donate my research books on WWI and the space between the wars.  They’re just in boxes marked (not by me, by the packers) “comics, family room.”

I don’t even understand this as this is the first house we’ve had a family room, we never had comics in the family room (mostly in boys’ rooms, honesty, except for the stack by my bed, which I pilfered from them when ill) and more importantly STUFF LIKE “ELIZABETHAN TASTE” “CHRONICLES OF WORLD WAR I” & “TECHNIQUES OF THE RAPIER” are not now nor have they ever been comics.

But apparently there is a parallel universe in which they are comics for the family room (which has NO bookshelves.)

The brag shelf is more or less marked brag shelf, and oooh, boy, do I have more books to sell.  (In time.  We need a system of organization.)  However I’m 99.9% sure that half the things marked brag shelf were not in the very large cabinet thus marked in the other house.  Why?  Because I’d have to be completely crazy and possibly stoned to put David Drake’s work on my brag shelf.  ALL OF IT.  Maybe they thought I was David Drake?  Or maybe they were going by the rocket on the spine.  (In which case, I know where my John Ringo and Correia hard covers went.)

Other things I’ve found out: I’m a compulsive buyer of research books.  No, seriously.  I thought it was bad my Elizabethan shelf was six feet wide and floor to 14ft distant ceiling. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.  Yeah, no.  There are probably another ten boxes of books.  (To be fair I’m including all Tudors and Tudor biographies in this. Because it’s all linked.)

France in the time of the musketeers?  Another half that.  And then…. Well, let’s say it’s a good thing I bought fourteen board feet of library system, 8 feet high.  (Yes, that’s wasting vertical space, and when I have money I’ll have floor to ceiling matching the others built.  But this should hold us for 5 years or so.)

This completely explains say the 10k I used to spend a year on history book club before Amazon.

I probably should ask the help of a power greater than myself, but the first rank of that, for “we need to clear clutter” is husband and he just says “But hon, are you going to write a book set in that time?  You know you like them to be accurate.”

As for Himself up there, He’d probably laugh at me.  He does that A LOT.  (I’m the plucky comic relief.)

So….

So, I just want access to my books, and I’ll be able to finish a bunch of historicals.

The way to that is paved with moving the fricking boxes and laying down floor.

Back to the exercise.

Ah’ll be back.  And if I learn more interesting things, you won’t be able to avoid hearing about them.

 

What’s the Deal with Quakes in East Tennessee? By Stephanie Osborn

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What’s the Deal with Quakes in East Tennessee?

By Stephanie Osborn

http://www.stephanie-osborn.com/

 

There’s been a lot of agitation and media reports (some legit, some less so) on the series of earthquakes in East Tennessee, and how this means the New Madrid fault system is about to go off again, and all kinds of stuff like that. Sarah and our mutual friend Jim W. and I have been discussing it, and I’ve been answering questions on social media and whatnot, so a quick tag-up with Sarah resulted in me sitting down to write this, to hopefully spread a little more understanding and lay some fears to rest.

So here’s the deal. According to the USGS, on 12 December, a magnitude 4.4 quake occurred near Decatur, TN. Epicenter location was 35.614°N 84.740°W, and it was about 9km (about 5.6mi) deep. OHMIGOSH! We had an UNPRECEDENTED quake in East Tennessee and it’s still rumbling!

So here’s a list of the quakes in the immediate area since the 4.4 quake (including the 4.4).

 

Magnitude Location Date
4.4 11km NNE of Decatur, TN 2018-12-12
3.0 11km NNE of Decatur, TN 2018-12-12
2.5 11km NNE of Decatur, TN 2018-12-14

 

But nobody even noticed that third quake! What’s up with that?

Well, it turns out that wasn’t all the quakes in the system, either. Here’s the rest of the quakes in the region for the last 30 days, as of 17 December, the time of this writing.

 

Magnitude Location Date
2.7 10km SW of Calhoun, GA 2018-11-23
2.7 12km NW of Sweetwater, TN 2018-12-08
2.6 4km W of Blaine, TN 2018-12-13
3.0 4km ESE of Mascot, TN 2018-12-16

 

Now, these quakes are not all clustered immediately around Decatur. But they are all along the edge of the mountain range, within ~100 miles or less of Decatur. But there’s something else important about them. They’re all magnitude 3.0 or less.

Why is that important? A 3.0 is just on the threshold of something that humans can even FEEL. Anything smaller than a 3, humans generally don’t even notice, and it must be detected by seismograph systems. Even many 3s go unnoticed, depending on location, underlying rock strata, building structure, etc. (Often they are completely unnoticed by those standing on the ground. Sometimes even larger quakes are unnoticed by those standing directly on the ground. I can speak from personal experience on this.)

So there were quakes going on in the area for some time (and likely longer than the USGS’ website is showing, since I’d have to request access to their database to go back earlier than 30 days ago, and that’s not going to be a quick process), and nobody even noticed, BECAUSE THEY WEREN’T BIG ENOUGH TO FEEL. (This is actually pretty typical of the fault zones associated with the Reelfoot Rift, as well.)

Are there any Reelfoot Rift quakes in that same timeframe? Well, sure.

 

Magnitude Location Date
3.1 9km NW of Tiptonville, TN 2018-11-22
2.9 9km NW of Tiptonville, TN 2018-11-22
2.5 8km NE of Pinckneyville, IL 2018-12-09

 

Note that the first two are squarely in the New Madrid Fault Zone, and the last is in the associated Wabash Valley Fault Zone.

OMIGOSH! They’re right! The East Tennessee quakes ARE setting off the New Madrid!

Well, no.

There were also quakes on the San Andreas, but nobody’s claiming the East Tennessee quakes affected IT. But it’s on the same tectonic plate! But there are no more structures connecting the New Madrid to the E.TN. faults than there are to the San Andreas.

Why?

Because the faults in the Appalachian orogenic zone are not only a long way away from the New Madrid system, they weren’t even created in the same era.

Many of the Appalachian faults are much, much older, and that’s one reason they’re largely inactive — the impetus to the original mountain-building/folding/faulting (this process is called “orogeny”) was the FORMATION of the Rodinia supercontinent (Appalachians 1.0, as some geologists waggishly make it, and they were likely huge) and the Grenville Orogeny, some 1,250,000,000-980,000,000 years before the present (YBP), due to the slamming together of tectonic plates. [Appalachians 1.0 are largely gone, eroded away by now.] The other sides of this orogeny — the other plates involved in the collision — include the Kibaran Orogeny in Africa (formed the Kibara Mountains in the Congo) and the Dalslandian or Sveconorwegian Orogeny in the northwestern (Nordic) part of Europe (now visible principally only as the Caledonian nappe system, which is a group of overthrust sheets).

The Reelfoot Rift, on the other hand, underlying the New Madrid and Wabash Valley fault systems, formed during the BREAKUP of Rodinia, some 750,000,000YBP. (For lots of information on this, I recommend my ebook, Rock and Roll, available for Kindle:

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B074SJ8ZPT

and Nook:

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/rock-and-roll-stephanie-osborn/1126973723?ean=2940158848162.)

The more recent orogeny (aka Appalachians 2.0), sometimes called the Appalachian or Alleghanian Orogeny, began during the formation of Pangaea, some 480,000,000YBP, again, due to the slamming together of tectonic plates. The resulting range likely reached heights comparable to the Himalayas! (By comparison, the Laramide Orogeny, which formed the Rockies, ran from roughly 80,000,000YBP to possibly as late as 35,000,000YBP, so they are MUCH younger and higher, due to having less time to erode.) Like the Grenville Orogeny, the other side of this collision formed the so-called Anti-Atlas Mountains of northwest Africa.

This makes the faults in East Tennessee thrust, or more properly, overthrust faults. A thrust fault is where the upper fault block (“hanging wall”) overrides the lower (“foot wall”). But the Free Dictionary defines “overthrust fault” as a geological term: “A low-angle thrust fault in which displacement is on the order of kilometers,” that is, a nearly-horizontal thrust fault.

Example thrust fault, Cactus Hills, Saskatchewan, Canada:

Note the roughly 45º angle of the fault.

Example overthrust fault, Glarus overthrust fault, Swiss Alps (red line denotes fault):

Note the virtually horizontal angle of the fault.

So. Between the faulting and the also-prevalent FOLDING of the Appalachian Mountains, if you stretched it all out, some scientists have estimated that Tennessee would be easily 1/3 to 1/2 again as long as it is.

Most importantly: Thrust faults, regardless of angle, are COMPRESSION faults.

But the Reelfoot Rift, the actual geological structure that causes both the New Madrid and Wabash Valley quake zones, is a TENSION/EXTENSION rift/aulacogen system. Upwelling in the mantle from a hotspot directly under the center of the Rodinia supercontinent (which insulated the mantle, CAUSING the hotspot), combined with the “conveyor belt” effect of the resulting convection, as the hot magma spread out, moved away, and sank back into the mantle, literally tore apart the overlying crust. (The Southern Oklahoma Aulacogen may have been associated with this same breakup, though other geologists speculate it may have formed during the breakup of Pannotia, another supercontinent, younger than Rodinia.)

So. This means that the two systems — the Appalachian fault systems and the New Madrid/Wabash Valley fault systems — have COMPLETELY different ‘modes,’ if you will, as well as different forms and times of origin. More, they are separated by some 300mi, with no real geological structures connecting them.

That said, it’s my personal theory that the tectonic plates do act (to a limited degree) as flat springs, which means that significant distortion at one side of the plate can produce stress at the opposite side; Jim and I have talked about this, and watched that stress ping back and forth from plate boundary to plate boundary in the form of very large quakes, for quite a few years now. So it’s just conceivable that stresses transferred from the shifting in East Tennessee (which is largely just rebounding from the last ice age, according to the geological studies I’ve read) could make themselves known in additional stresses on the multiple faults of the Reelfoot Rift.

But frankly, these East Tennessee quakes are NOT large, but pretty small quakes. Most of the quakes that are occurring are getting no attention whatsoever, because they are below the threshold of being felt. And even the largest, the 4.4, is generally considered a minor quake most places. I don’t really expect a whole lot of stress transfer from these. Translated, I don’t expect any increased New Madrid activity on their account.

So what’s causing them? Leftovers.

The rocks are most likely still slowly rebounding from ancient stresses, including the various continental collisions that created the mountains, as well as the dissolution of the giant ice sheets from the last ice age. (And those ice sheets are VERY heavy — yes, they even make the continents sag.) More, since all those ancient stresses are no longer being applied, that rebound is apt to be slowly tapering off with time.

Yes, the Decatur TN 4.4 quake was felt over a large area — for the same reason the big temblors on the New Madrid were felt from the Front Range of the Rockies, up and down the East Coast, up into Canada, and down into the Caribbean — the rocks in this region are cold and unbroken, and will transmit the quake energies long distances.

But that doesn’t necessarily mean that a true Big One is coming in East Tennessee, as there would be on the New Madrid or the San Andreas, because the stresses on those two systems still exist, but the stresses on the Appalachian faults are gone. And as I said, they aren’t likely to transfer any significant stress to the New Madrid.

So do what you need to do to stabilize your homes (psst — brick/masonry chimneys are especially vulnerable) and their furnishings against falling over in case there’s a few more minor shakes, then consider it the interesting geological event it is, and move on.

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Check out Stephanie’s latest Division One novel, book 9 of the series, Head Games, now available for preorder in print and ebook, coming in January 2019:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07L5ZMQFY?ref_=pe_3052080_276849420

BN: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/head-games-stephanie-osborn/1129706755?ean=2940161305140

Two galaxies will go to war—if Fox can’t save Chairbeing Entiyti from assassins.

While Alpha One handles a Nazi zombie apocalypse, an assassin squad catches the Galactic Coalition President by surprise, leaving him at death’s door. Director Fox rushes to his old friend’s side, leaving Echo in charge of the Division.

But when the belligerent Persis Federation arrives from the Andromeda Galaxy, the Ennead orders Alpha One on the tricky first-contact mission, hoping to avert intergalactic war. Unfortunately, the Persan premier chooses Omega as his newest concubine, leaving Echo trapped between love and morality, and duty and orders.

On Earth, Ennead member Ordik Adita co-opts the Division directorship, revamping standard procedures, and enforcing his rule with an iron fist. A coup seems in progress.

The question is…how big is it?

 

Books in the Division One series, to date:

1) Alpha and Omega

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2) A Small Medium At Large

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3) A Very UnCONventional Christmas

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4) Tour de Force

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5) Trojan Horse

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6) Texas Rangers

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7) Definition and Alignment

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8) Phantoms

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9) Head Games

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With more on the way!

The Place of Dreams

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First, before I forget, I have planned a Christmas extravaganza for those of you who are missing some Hoyt ebooks, including but not limited to 99c and free books.  Today, Death of a musketeer is up for free.

We woke up too early to take older son to the airport, headed to spend Christmas with lovely fiance and her family.  It’s his first Christmas away from us, but we’re not the primary family now, and we don’t expect them tied to our apron strings as they move on into their own family/circle.

Perhaps it was that, or perhaps I’m just maudlin, because it’s Christmas season and I miss long-dead relatives (maybe that’s why people used to tell ghost stories at Christmas?) and there’s no way to go back to the village of my childhood, except in my (obviously imperfect) memory.

The picture above is obviously not the village, but pretty close to the view of my classroom window in the 9th grade.

You see, we were a gifted class when the school was quite literally forbidden from grouping by ability (ah, revolutions.)  They could have argued they didn’t.  7th grade, they grouped us by name. Eighth grade we magically found ourselves in a form composed to top students (took us about zero minutes to find out what the other such form was.  Grades are posted in public by form. It wasn’t hard.)Keep in mind though they had a back up excuse.  We were also ALL troublemakers of the “but I read a book where–” or “But that’s not Egyptian religion at all. You’re porting in assumptions from Christianity” (Yes, that was me.) Or “But the history of the Black Plague tells us.”  Or even “But that’s not how evolution works.”

Still the school was obviously unsure about how they could pass that off, so they put us in weird places.  In eighth grade we were first in a street level classroom in the old earl’s palace (and if you think that’s not too bad, consider all girl’s school, and windows opening to a busy sidewalk.  They kept the shutters closed, and the lights on all the time.) and then, because I guess too conspicuous we were moved to a secret room (don’t ask. You had to go through the back of a closet and along the choir loft of the disused baroque chapel.  In case you guys wonder at all the secret passageways in my books.)  This is where we locked a freaking-out newby science teacher in the closet.  NOT MY DOING, I SWEAR, though I was annoyed enough with her to approve.  And then in the stables, ground floor, another all artificial light classroom. Also weird shape and cramped.)  But they really outdid themselves with 9th grade.  They put us in tiny room in new building.  I don’t even know why tiny room was there.  I later stayed in a similar room when I worked in a hotel in Germany.  It was obviously used — in that case — for low paid staff, and it’s the type of room that Victorians gave maids.  Don’t know why it was in a building from the sixties, unless it was force of habit.

Picture in your mind walking down a LONG attic crammed with broken desks, old globes and other decommissioned stuff.  Also all the utilities for the school, so you’re ducking electrical stuff and ducts for water. At the very end, there’s a door.  Open it.

There’s a room maybe 15 by 15 with a teacher’s desk up front, and a blackboard.  To get to the teacher’s desk you have to walk sideways past desks crammed so closely anyone wishing to go to the bathroom had to either empty the whole row OR (what we usually did) walk atop people’s desks.

Ah, but they let us pick our desks.  I was by the one window.  (Which means I died in place rather than go to the bathroom.) But ah, the view.  And because we were an afternoon form, with classes from 2 pm to 8, I got to see the lights in Porto come on.  And because we were five stories up, I could see all the way to the river.

The road that ran along the river used to be, before highways, one of the routes to the airport.  And since I was going to grow up, move to Denver, and be a writer, it was very cheering to look out at the route of escape.

Was it so bad then?  Well, yes. For various reasons.  In many ways, it was the best time I’d had up till then, and the place I felt most “normal” until adulthood.  But it was still… well… my teens.  Everyone’s teens are bad for different reasons.

The only nostalgia I have for those years is that view.  Because I was stuck in that window seat and frankly, mostly, writing novels.  I dreamed up the world of Darkships in that window seat, and another one (Winter Prince, yes, it’s coming) and drew plans for houses and spaceships, and wrote seven or eight 40k word (hey writing longhand is slow) novels that year.  I miss the inventiveness and the way I could move wholly into my imaginary worlds and not come out.  Yes, it was dysfunctional. But it was also sweet and relaxing.

There are things I miss about Porto, most of which probably are no longer there or not the way I remember them: I miss the old shops that everyone had forgotten, particularly the old book shops with forgotten corners where leather-bound books were priced at early 20th century prices.  Also, lingerie stores with pre-war (WWI. No, I have no explanation, except the shop was the bottom floor of someone’s house, and they only opened when they felt like it. Which wasn’t often) silk lace stockings. And stores with hand made clay figurines.  I wish, in retrospect, I’d bought a ton of those before it all became “caters to German and Scandinavian Tourists, Penises as people” stores.
I miss roasting chestnuts.  I miss rainy days washing down the granite facades. I miss the art supply store I used to frequent.  And I miss being young.

But mostly what I miss, the place that triggers tears is the village.

They’d object to my calling it a village, btw.  In Portugal village or “land” (Terra) means an isolated village somewhere in the mountains.  And by population I think we were a town.  But the only way to convey “everyone knows everyone” and “we’ve been here generations” is to call it a village, and I’m a writer, I use shorthand.

The problem is the village I miss is the village in my mind.  I miss walking up the street of tall buildings, just about two inches from the throughfare which reeked of Rome, past all the people I knew, and the little black dog who’d rush to the gates to be petted. (Nero. Of course.  Portuguese name their dogs after less than good Roman Emperors and their children after good ones.  Except Caligula. No one names their anything Caligula.  Well, maybe a rooster if you’re going to chop him soon.)

I want to go in the side gate at grandma’s and walk around the water tank and through the gate, then the little path past grandad’s workshop, and into the patio that was my childhood everything — unexplored jungle, other world, palace — and into grandma’s kitchen.  She’ll be frying doughnuts, of course, and I’ll sit and sample them while I tell her how things have been.  Until she finishes and gets out the good teaset and the bought cookies which I started rating around high school.  I want to sit and hear her talking of the village acquaintances (most of whom, like actors, I could never keep straight) and let the cats and dogs come to me.  I want to walk down the backyard and jump the back wall, and go exploring in the woods with dad, like we did when I was very young.  I want to go with my brother and watch the oxen draw water to water the crops next door.

I want just one more Christmas at grandma’s house, with all of us together, and the nativity where Joseph is missing because my cousin Natalia broke him before I was born so he was “out gathering wood” and the little Christmas tree because dad objected to cutting trees so we cut a branch, and grandad complaining about the vegetables or the cod fish, then going out the door to meet his cronies at the tavern, with grandma running after him to wipe the little bit of olive oil on his chin.

I want to put my shoe on the stove and wait for the doll or the crayons, or the book then spend the day enjoying it.

See, what I mean? I’m getting old and maudlin.  The fact I can’t even visit the SIGHTS makes it worse.

But in a way I’m happy those memories are strong and tear-inducing.  It’s good to have a place to be from, a place you can visit in your dreams.

I’d never have stayed in the village my whole life.  I didn’t fit in that well. And my dreams drew me forth.  And, no, I don’t expect it to remain preserved under glass for me to visit. (Though a business that builds VRs of people’s memories so they can visit those would probably make a killing. When the tech is there, of course.)

Lands and places belong not to people but to times.  My great-grandmother’s village was completely different from mine, and her grandmother’s even more so.  We live in space in layers, through time, and the places we love exist only in that slice of time.

I’m glad I had the time and place I had to grow up in, even the unpleasant parts in my teens, because it made me who I am.  Who would I be otherwise? Who knows. But it wouldn’t be me.  And I’ve made peace with me, cracks and all.

There are roots in that old village that no longer exists, places that still nurture me and feed me.  Like the roots in that classroom, and the imaginary worlds I created then branch throughout all of my writing now.

Come with me past the broken furniture, the dodgy plumbing. Duck, or you’ll hit your head on that pipe.  Come look out the window with me: See those lights in the distance? Many futures live there.  And I’m going to write them all.

Come with me.

 

The Value of Pain

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Look, I’m not a masochist.  I hate pain.  No, I mean I really hate pain, particularly emotional pain.  Not that I’m fond of physical pain, but it’s easier to just lean back and endure than emotional pain.  Also ibuprofen does bloody nothing for emotional pain.

But I figured out when I was giving birth to younger son that there is a purpose to pain, a purpose to effort and struggle.  You see, without it babies wouldn’t be so incredibly important to mothers.  No, really.  I think if you could have a kid with absolutely no, or very little pain, you’d not value them so highly.  (Yes, I explained this to the doctors WHILE I WAS GIVING BIRTH.  I’M A BIT NUTS.)

When I was young and stupid I created a gengeeniered human subspecies (you’ll see) who give birth with next to no pain.  Since a lot of them are nomadic, at least I worked it through fine that they’d do things like forget the baby hanging from a tree cradle.  (Yes, even at 14 I got that, but it took me another 14 years to formulate it while conscious.)

Anyway, recently pour raisons, I’ve been thinking a lot about this.  Pain sucks. But it seems to be needed for humans.  Maybe for all animals (there are certain cats that are going to experience pain if peeing in the family room continues.  There’s this mat that gives you a shock if you pee on it. I’m just mad enough to try it.)

Heinlein said humans thrive on strife.

Look, I’d feel better with less of it, particularly less economic strife, as Dan put it last night “We drive straight at the wall, and more often than not we miraculously get through.”  And if we don’t, it usually resolves in a few months. Because when I get scared I work stupid-hard and that usually pays off.  Because …. well, because it usually does.

But I was wondering if that’s a problem with not just a lot of kids, but a lot of people these days.

People don’t seem to have a sense of proportion.

If you’ve never been told “no” the first time you’re smacked hurts harder and you need safe spaces and protection from harsh opinions that don’t agree with yours.

Maybe it’s because you’re an emotional bubble-boy.

We were talking this weekend about how I found out it IS actually possible to throw up from being excessively upset.  It took me till 56 for something to hit me that hard that I did it.

We know someone we always assumed fake throwing up when upset to control her kids.  But maybe that’s not true. Maybe she just gets upset at any sign at all of opposition.  Being an only child of older parents and the sole survivor past infancy of (I think) six kids, perhaps she simply was never told no, and being told by her kids that they don’t want to follow her plans for their life is so upsetting that it causes a physical reaction.

… and maybe that’s the problem. Maybe that’s why people want to eliminate all suffering and strife, because they perceive even a little bit as the worst thing ever.

I’ll leave as an exercise for the class whether or not the pampered ones’ desire for socialism and communism with their atrocious track records is innocent, or their subconscious trying to bring strife into their lives to correct the lack.

I think by historical standards, all of us are incredibly pampered and have experienced next to no pain.  Is this actually destroying us and civilization?

I don’t think we should do stuff to bring more pain into the world, but is it something we actually need? Is the lack of pain, or at least of strife destroying generations and making us think that we could make heaven on Earth if we just tried?

Of course that last solves the problem handily, but it might also send humanity into the long night for a while.

The question is, how do we get around it?

My only vision for this is going to space, forming new colonies, and giving kids something to work towards and dream about, something other than this involuted need to end all pain and strife.

We could do worse.

 

An Announcement, Vignettes by Luke, Mary Catelli and ‘Nother Mike and Sunday Book Promo

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First the announcement.

The Great 2018 Book Sale is officially closed.  I’ll process whichever of you emailed before today, as well as those who sent checks, BUT… lessons learned:

1- Packaging about 15 orders takes me one and a half days, one of them with son’s help.

2- Mailing costs way more than I remembered.  How much more? WAY more.  For 8 or so it’s $40 first class. Media mail couldn’t be selected for a bunch of them for other reasons.  For Canada 3 books START at $37.  (Yes, I’ll be talking with some of you, because it’s probably saner to refund your payment, unless you REALLY desperately want those books.)

3 – I think this is best done piecemeal, slower and with shipping built in.

So, at some point, in the next 3 weeks or so, there will be a tab with paperbooks for sale and prices and shipping.  They will be signed (OF COURSE) but there will be a two week or so leeway for shipping them.  (i.e. no last minute orders.)  They will include indie editions.  Every two weeks the son will pull them, get me to sign them, package them and mail them, so it impacts minimally on my time.

And that’s it.

Sunday Book Promo

FROM HOLLY LISLE: Tales from The Longview (6 Book Series).

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MEET THE LONGVIEW – An Ancient Spaceship Resurrected To Transport Conspiracy

Inhabited by a crew of misfits fleeing nightmare pasts, with a cargo of Condemned slated to die at the hands of the highest bidders, and with a passenger roster made up exclusively of people NOT who they claim to be, The Longview serves the hidden agenda of an eccentric recluse bent on playing puppetmaster to all of Settled Space.

Author’s note: This story was previously published as ENTER THE DEATH CIRCUS.

EPISODE 1: When love is crime, who will save the guilty?

After falling in love and fathering a child, a young criminal refuses to voluntarily throw himself into a lake of fire to gain his community’s forgiveness. So he’s sentenced to death and sold to the owner of a spaceship that buys criminals like him. But the ship and its crew are not quite what they appear to be.

FROM ALMA BOYKIN: Stamme: Shikari Book Three.

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Shikhari’s secrets hide in the stars and under the ground…

Auriga “Rigi” Bernardi faces adulthood with relief and trepidation – trepidation because her mother has Great Plans for Rigi’s introduction to society. A plague among the native Staré proves yet another legend true and threatens Staré society until Rigi inadvertently averts a cultural disaster. At the same time, the Crown Navy records communication signals coming from the wrong quadrant of space. Could the two be related? If so, than the ancient death that struck from the stars threatens not only the Staré but the humans of Shikhari as well.

Add in an off-world academic with too many theories and too few manners, and Rigi begins to suspect that adulthood and courtship are not quite as advertised.

Then the giant birds arrive…

FROM RAY ZACEK:  Appalling Stories 2: More Appalling Tales of Social Injustice.

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“The dystopian counterpart to Amazing Stories, Appalling Stories 2 takes a grim, hilarious and no-holds-barred dive into the terrible social justice future and its even more terrible present.” –Daniel Greenfield, editor of Sultan Knish

The virulent disease of political correctness has infected the body politic from nose to toes, and even the field of literature isn’t immune. The best way to inoculate yourself against this Social Justice Warrior-carried malady is to read entertaining, old-school fiction that neither pulls punches nor takes prisoners.

That’s where Appalling Stories 2 comes in. The spiritual sequel to the top-selling anthology Appalling Stories, this new collection brings you ripped-from-the-headlines tales of short fiction written to make you laugh, make you cry, and even make you think. Just a little.
In these pages you’ll read stories of humanity’s terrifying First Contact with extraterrestrial life, the horrifying secret behind today’s radical feminist movement, what happens when the wokest man you know discards the last of his White Privilege, and more. From a far-future history of America’s decline to disturbing tales of gun control gone wild, you’re sure to find something that will stick with you long after you’ve closed the book.
And the best part is that you’ll be making an SJW so mad when you tell him/her/zir what you’re reading.
This edition features a foreword by Christian Toto, editor of Hollywoodintoto.com.
“These are original stories which offer humor that will offend our country’s militant social justice warriors. For that reason alone, every American who cares about freedom should buy this book!” –Jeff Crouere, Ringside Politics
“A quick, entertainingly grotesque and provocative read, with plenty of satiric bite ranging from sharp to subtle as its stories blur the line between the unlikely and the uncanny. Two trigger warnings recommended!” –C. S. Johnson, award-winning author and contributor to HollywoodinToto and StudioJake.
“Each one of these delightful and thought-provoking narratives gleefully savages trite social justice tropes, leaving your brain steam-cleaned and free from any oppressive groupthink.” –Bookworm, Editor of Bookwormroom.com

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: selection.

Notes on the Great Book Sale – I Love You Guys Edition!

First, I love you guys.  Second, be very patient with me.  Unless you indicated you need the books urgently, and included the money for first class or express shipping, it’s gonna be a week or so to mail.  Mostly because … well, the son who is supposed to be doing the packing and shipping could only give it three hours this week, which means…. never mind.  Going slightly nuts.  This is precisely the type of thing I suck at, so please be patient.  They’re making me use a spreadsheet.  (Cries.)

Please don’t order books that don’t exist: None of the DST series were ever in hardcover, for instance.  (They will be, IF rights revert, but not yet.)  And there’s no mass market paperback of Darkship Revenge.  They never printed one.

Also Night Shifters is a weird, weird shape, halfway between mmpb and tpb.

It is, however very thick, containing two books: Draw One In The Dark and Gentleman Takes a Chance.  So I’m charging $10 for it.

Please, don’t pay until I tell you “Yeah, I got that book.”  Please pay once you say you will.  Nothing will ship until I get payment, either paypal or check.

Um… I think that’s it.

 

New Deal, Same as the Old Deal by Thomas Kendall

New Deal, Same as the Old Deal by Thomas Kendall

I read Alexandra Ocasio-Cortez’s “Green New Deal“. It was a heck of an experience. I daresay I’ve characterized a brand new psychological phenomenon on the basis of same. Here, quick. Look at the image below.

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Figure 1: A tale of two stupids.

Okay, now I know this will come as a huge shock, but believe it or not, both of the two words pictured above are the word “stupid”. I appreciate that one is green. Being green does not magically remove the fact that it is, in fact, the word “stupid”. It’s almost like associating something with the concept “green”, in general, in no way alters the fundamental nature of the thing in question. Are we good on this concept?

I have to conclude that this is all but a magical optical illusion to ¡Ocasio’s! supporters because wow, does their golden girl ever seem to enjoy sloshing ¡verde! over her 2-second thought seizures and calling it a policy proposal (BTW, did anyone else notice she cribbed Jeb! Bush’s schtick? Because she definitely did. I mean she took it South of the border—or maybe she just liked the kismet of starting even her logo with something that’s been arranged top-down— but it’s still the same damned thing.). This is so dumb, I’ve invented the Ocasio-Cortez drinking game. Every time she proposes something that would utterly destroy some fundamental part of the US—the economy, civil liberties, the well-being of the citizenry, whatever—take a shot. You’ll find it makes it easier to read her other policy proposals, since she, like  ¡Bernie!, is something of a one-note person and she sings in the key of Bolshevik. Just don’t get too hammered to vote against her and anything like her, that’s all I ask.

Where to begin?

In the link above, parts 1-5 are mostly just the stuff to establish a committee to pursue this tragicomedy. I’d just call out from that portion that, A) just remember she wants all this crap in 10 years, and B) that’s starting from March 2020. If the timing seems suspicious, the Washington Free Beacon agrees. “It is entirely possible that Ocasio-Cortez knows her proposal is both light on details and pie-in-the-sky; recent reporting indicates that the real goal of the committee would be to produce a campaign document for Democrats, rather than an actual policy proposal.” Remember that. It’s totally possible they’re going to want to hang their campaign against Trump on this. This is the strong card in their deck, they think.

Part 6 is where the meat is. And I am going to quote some highlights of this. Right away, ¡Ocasio! isn’t screwing around. 6-A lists the policy objectives.

“i-Dramatically expand existing renewable power sources and deploy new production capacity with the goal of meeting 100% of national power demand through renewable sources”

Ha ha! How reasonable! Take a shot.

First, as the Washington Free Beacon points out above, this isn’t even remotely feasible. No, not even with a lot of ¡dineros!, because money (please sit down as I reveal this shocking message) does not magically turn the impossible into the possible. That’s why Trump hasn’t been giving addresses from the back of a golden dragon for the last two years, metal though that would be. And why no Uncle Sam of Oz can possibly give ¡Ocasio! the brain she so desperately needs, but I digress. Second, as The American Thinker points out, first, this would destroy millions of jobs. We’re not even talking oil and gas jobs. We’re talking “jobs that require electricity”, so unless we’re planning to power to global victory on the back of the Amish population, we’ve got a problem. Second, since our global competitors would not be following us down this particular path to perdition, we’d pretty much instantly fall so far behind economically if we tried to do this it wouldn’t even be funny. That’s assuming we even make it to the end of this green-tinted acid trip. My guess is we’d get invaded by one or more of our opponents while we were busy giving them a hand-engraved opportunity by shooting ourselves in the foot. But hey, maybe that’s the point. How long has the bug-eyed Bolshy been colluding with ¡Russia!? That’s what we really need to know right now. Oh, and by the way, in case you missed this part of it: last I checked, “renewable” sources means exclusively things there’s basically an infinite supply of. So this doesn’t just nix coal, gas, and oil. It nixes nuclear too. In case you felt it wasn’t impossible enough.

“ii. building a national, energy-efficient, “smart” grid;”

Take a shot. This would be stupidly expensive, of course, but hey, clearly we’re in the land of play money. And as the Washington free beacon points out above, it’s also incompatible with (i), since 100% renewable energy sources wouldn’t make any production peaks to level the supply troughs anywhere else. But more to the point, the problem with a national system that dynamically reroutes power to where it’s most needed is that it’s A) almost certainly run by a computer, and B) since it functions at the interstate level by definition, it’s in the jurisdiction of the federal government. So beyond the fact that we can’t afford it, and it wouldn’t work, there’s this nice cherry on top—it would likely give the feds the ability to shut down power to any area of the country they felt was, ahem, uncooperative. Whee!

“iii. upgrading every residential and industrial building for state-of-the-art energy efficiency, comfort and safety”

¡Aye caramba! Just so we understand how retarded that is, I had to look this up for scale. In 2017 the United States had about 136 million housing units. The mean square footage of a house in 2017 was about 2500 square feet (rounding down). I’ll tell you why I’m telling you that in a moment. In 2012 there were a mere 5.6 million commercial buildings. Since the same site goes on to note that these had 87 billion square feet of floor space, my Windows calculator shows that the average floor space of a commercial building is about 15,500 square feet. So, in those terms, since we know the square footage of a house, we can infer that a commercial building is a little over 6 times larger. Which means that, yes, to make our math easier, we’re just gonna assume that museums, warehouses, and factories, have the same ceiling height as your house. If some helpful in the comments wants to explain how much I underestimated by, fine. Speaking of fudge, being totally fair, about 5% of that 5.6 million was noted to be in lodging, which would overlap the housing units. But also being fair, in 2012 the report showed a “14% increase in the number of buildings and a 21% increase in floorspace since 2003”. Given that we gave Obama the boot two years ago— to the relief of the average businessman, I would bet— we’ve probably kept on growing. So we’ll take the number as is. I’ll update if someone can give solid evidence we’ve grown less than that in 6 years.

So—how much do you think upgrading every residential and industrial building would cost? Just from an order of magnitude perspective, I’m thinking $1,000 is probably a bit conservative. $100,000 might be too high—might, though it depends on how you define “state of the art” energy efficiency. Heck, it depends on how you define “state of the art” comfort. Maybe she wants to make every house in the projects look like a penthouse in Dubai. Who the Hell knows? Trying to make sense out of her “plans” is like discussing philosophy with a schizophrenic. I’m just doing my best, here. And therefore I’m assuming she’s taken the more “realistic” path, and defined “comfort” the way socialists usually do—tiresome discomfort compensated by the smug knowledge that you, personally, are saving the planet. So let’s say that this costs about 10,000 bucks for an average home. That estimate— which, frankly, for a full remodel of an average 2,500 square foot home to state-of-the-art anything is still probably small— would put the cost of this project at 1.36 trillion dollars. Oh, plus another 336 billion dollars if we assume renovating commercial buildings costs only about 6 times as much, per building, as private homes. Or, for convenient reference, a bit more than the 1.688 trillion the government is expected to make in personal income taxes. Again, by fairly conservative estimates. This could be way higher.

That’s ignoring that this is going to essentially force on you the lifestyle those “green” friends of yours always have. You know. The glamorous world of appliances that don’t work. And heating and air conditioning that neither effectively heat, nor condition the air, so that they’re constantly adding and removing layers like mutant onions. And rooftop solar panels that can charge a whole D-Cell battery on a sunny day and cost as much as a family car to replace if you get a hailstorm. Not that you’ll pay for that, you loyal party member, you. Well, not directly. We’ll take the money, take it for an office tour amongst the bureaucrats who will nab a bunch of it, then give it back to you in a smaller quantity, and require you to purchase a specific thing with it. ¡Arriba!

All that—and that’s one bullet point. Jesus.

Take a shot.

“iv. eliminating greenhouse gas emissions from the manufacturing, agricultural and other industries, including by investing in local-scale agriculture in communities across the country;

  1. eliminating greenhouse gas emissions from, repairing and improving transportation and other infrastructure, and upgrading water infrastructure to ensure universal access to clean water;”

Oh, my dear and fluffy lord.

Okay, um. Take—I dunno, 5 or 6 shots. She didn’t even say “balancing”, remember. This isn’t even about net carbon. She said “eliminating”. That means factories largely get the nix, but we knew that anyway because we haven’t had the power for them since (i). Interpreted literally, this also essentially means no livestock. Certainly no cows, those being a big source of greenhouse emissions, but probably no animals at all since pretty much all carbon-based things with digestive tracts emit greenhouse gases. And her “solution”—is the most Millennial thing I have ever read in my life, and I appreciate the irony of my saying that (I know, I know. A Millennial appreciate irony? It’ll never ‘appen!). “Local-scale agriculture” is a phrase used by someone who drinks hydroponically farmed wheatgrass in her smoothie in the morning and wonders why the world can’t share her ecstasy. So, at best, she wants to break up giant agriculture conglomerates, which means the efficiency of these mass farming operations, and the R and D they invest in improving crop yield, go out the window. Which actually might lead to starvation if we really did that, but damn it, it’s organic, locally grown starvation. At worst—and it fits the wording just as well—she wants us to roll over to subsistence farming. Which we’ll do by ourselves, actually, if she gets a crack at running the economy, methinks. But I doubt that the people in Chicago and Brooklyn will find that lifestyle change as convenient. Self correcting problem?

Oh, but shit, son. I forgot all about bullet point 2, electric boogaloo. Now, it’s difficult to tell from the wording whether she means to eliminate greenhouse gas emissions from transportation infrastructure, plus other infrastructure, or whether she means to include transportation in general in the infrastructure from which we will eliminate greenhouse gases. Socialists have a funny idea about ownership—see: defining tax cuts as “tax expenditures”— and that makes it tricky when we talk about transportation, since most transportation is privately owned. The things that come to mind immediately when I think “transportation infrastructure”—highways, airports—don’t really release a lot of greenhouse gasses. You might have noticed how concrete is very green in that respect. She may also mean Tesla buses, and all-electric trains. Since pretty much all the places where that’s economically feasible are already using that technology, you can guess the implications. “♪ socialist choo-choo, won’t you choo choo me—nowhere at all because of union strikes, leading ultimately to me to having to walk—home! ♫”. I’ll work on making it scan. If it actually becomes law I’ll have lots of time while I’m waiting. But then again—in the same document that wants us to meet “100% of the national power demand through renewable sources”— I cannot bring myself to rule out that this falls in the same area as turning the housing projects into mini-millionaire’s row. So this could also mean electric cars for everybody. Oh. And basically no airplanes. The battery-pack-weight-to-power-produced ratio is ¡muy grande!. Dagny Taggart, call your office.

“vi. funding massive investment in the drawdown of greenhouse gases”

I’m just going to say this. None of the multi-trillion dollar bullet points up until now warranted the disclaimer that they would take massive investment.

Just let that sink in.

Invest in a massive shot.

“Vii. making “green” technology, industry, expertise, products and services a major export of the United States, with the aim of becoming the undisputed international leader in helping other countries transition to completely greenhouse gas neutral economies and bringing about a global Green New Deal.”

Apart from being roughly as coherent a plan as this, it’s hard to even guess the expense or impact of this because neither I, nor anybody else, has any idea what it looks like. I can say that if Solyndra taught us anything, it’s that putting tons of taxpayer money into green companies that couldn’t get private investment because they weren’t economically feasible otherwise is really great. Just the best. But that’s just because my personal fetish is messy corporate bankruptcy. I have a bespoke bootleg blueray of “Big Beautiful Bankrupt Boondoggle Booties” in my sock drawer. I also enjoy alliteration.

Look, the issue here is that government doesn’t make things. It directs, it controls, and it makes stuff that facilitates things being made. In the second category, the public usually invents it, and the government facilitates making it on a grand scale if—like roads or electricity—we can generally agree that pretty much everyone needs and wants it (that’s assuming certain basic preconditions, like that the project doesn’t involve nationalizing the livelihood of hundreds of thousands of private workers, reducing them to effective slavery, but oh, we’ll get to that). Almost by definition, massive “investments” into things that aren’t profitable right now means using money inefficiently (which is why I use quote marks—it’s just hard for me to call something we basically know will lose money an investment. It’s like how using a flamethrower on my lawn is hard to define as watering.). Ask Trabant owners what it’s like when the government decides it’s going to invent things instead of wait for the market to figure out what’s efficient and economically feasible. You get a 2-stroke car with 26 horsepower, cotton body panels, and a 10 year waiting list because they can’t even produce it reliably. Or, at the more successful end of the scale, you get the Apollo program. Which may look photogenic, but as public transport goes, the average Joe may as well plan to swim to the moon—and that may explain why the moon has so few job offers.

Also, not to rain on her parade, but isn’t “bringing about a global Green New Deal” cultural imperialism? What if other countries don’t want to be green? No, better yet, look at the Paris Accord. China and India don’t want to be green. Sounds like she needs to check her privilege.

“B. The Plan for a Green New Deal (and the draft legislation) shall recognize that a national, industrial, economic mobilization of this scope and scale is a historic opportunity to virtually eliminate poverty in the United States and to make prosperity, wealth and economic security available to everyone participating in the transformation.”

We’ve gotten as far as section 6 B! B stands for bullshit, as you’ll soon see. “Historic” is certainly a good choice of words. A country actually trying this would be history. Also, try this fun experiment at home—substitute “Great Leap Forward” for “Green New Deal”, and “China” for “the United States”. Spooky, no? So, which eggs will be going into the societal omelet at ¡Ocasio’s! Marxist Diner?

“i. provide all members of our society, across all regions and all communities, the opportunity, training and education to be a full and equal participant in the transition, including through a job guarantee program to assure a living wage job to every person who wants one

  1. diversify local and regional economies, with a particular focus on communities where the fossil fuel industry holds significant control over the labor market, to ensure workers have the necessary tools, opportunities, and economic assistance to succeed during the energy transition; “

Ooh. The 370 million egg omelet comes with jobs. Jobs ¡con carne!. “Diversify” is Spanish for “destroy”, I assume. So sorry, but you’re not “diversifying” a market you committed to removing in its entirety in your first bullet point in section A. Take a diverse shot. Also, we’re using monopoly money again. In 2015 about 1,390,000 people were working in oil and gas. All of them would be unemployed now. She’s up front about that. Add that to the roughly 6 million unemployed people now. At a 15 dollar minimum wage, assuming 8 hour workdays, 5 days a week, 50 weeks of the year (2 weeks of vacation), that’s 30 K per job. So at minimum, call that, oh, a mere 221 billion dollars of expenses per year. This is assuming that the fact that we no longer have sufficient electricity for anything, and are living under a government that has precipitously increased its power to that of the USSR in its heyday, does not increase unemployment relative to the best-performing US economy in decades, which is what we currently have under Trump. Of course, if you don’t want a living wage, I guess you don’t have to be a full and equal participant in the transition. Not that that sounds like a veiled threat of any kind. Nosiree.

We’re going to have to skip ahead a bit, because at this point things become dense and almost content-free at the same time. Let me give you some Cliff’s notes on the next few.

B-iii—Muh Unions

B-iv— “low-income communities, communities of color, indigenous communities, rural and urban communities” need some sweet greenifying before the big bad oil pisses off the sea goddess and she eats whole coastlines in her rage.

B-v—Muh Indians

B-vi— Oh, crap, okay, this one I can’t just gloss.

“vi. mitigate deeply entrenched racial, regional and gender-based inequalities in income and wealth (including, without limitation, ensuring that federal and other investment will be equitably distributed to historically impoverished, low income, deindustrialized or other marginalized communities in such a way that builds wealth and ownership at the community level);”

Huh. So, she wants to “mitigate” “inequalities in income and wealth”, by “equitably” distributing federal and “other investment” (I’m gonna say, if the investment doesn’t get to distribute itself, it’s all federal investment), to the “historically impoverished”. Given that by this point in the document the federal government is the pre-eminent master and funder of basically everything, I think that’s just communism at this point. No, seriously. If the government has all-but-intentionally destroyed the whole support structure of its current economy down to the roots, and is replacing said collapsed economy with massive dump-trucks of money from one big central garage, which it is using to “mitigate” “inequalities”— really that’s just her using a thesaurus to sell us on redistributing the wealth. She either steals the money from rich people or she runs it up on the credit card, devalues the currency into worthlessness, and steals it from everybody. Although in that case, poor people are more likely to starve. Partially because it’s harder for them to run away.

Take a shot. From your neighbor’s liquor cabinet.

“vii. include additional measures such as basic income programs, universal health care programs and any others as the select committee may deem appropriate to promote economic security, labor market flexibility and entrepreneurism”

¡Muy caliente! I’m sorry, apparently the legislation wasn’t bloated enough. You know what I love about basic income programs? How green they are. They’re environmentally friendly! Certainly not a flimsy excuse for cramming maximum quantities of socialism down our throats. Reason being, if, as many Soviet citizens found, you disagree with them too loudly, the government composts you. Or enslaves you. Hi, doctors! I’m sorry, did you feel you had a right to practice your skills for a fair amount of money? Oh, you poor dears. Uncle Sam owns you now. You will treat any and all for as long as we tell you! Greenly! And ah, what is a little government pork without a blank check to the pig farm thrown in for good measure? Because in ten seconds, she couldn’t think of every pony she wants daddy to buy her, but damn it, she knows she’s going to want a diversified set of indigenous gender-equitable free-range LGBTQRSUVOMGWTFBBQ ponies at some unspecified date. Given that the nation was founded explicitly on hard limits on government power, apart from anything else, this effectively writes the 9th and 10th amendment out of existence. Making it—let me look up the technical legal terms, here— “illegal as balls”. Take two shots, and any others as you may deem appropriate to promote not choking socialists.

“viii—deeply involve national and local labor unions to take a leadership role in the process of job training and worker deployment.”

Unionize ¡todo!. Take a shot, but only if your union boss approved it.

And finally—because by now there might be a single vertebrae somewhere at the base of your spine that hasn’t had a chill through it, may I present section C, which I assume was Ocasio-Cortez’s grade in macroeconomics (I kid, of course. Her teacher was probably a communist. Most of them are, these days. She got an A, which was immediately divided up and redistributed to someone who was failing. Unless they were Republican, of course, because otherwise it wouldn’t be equitable.).

“The Plan for a Green New Deal (and the draft legislation) shall recognize that innovative public and other financing structures are a crucial component in achieving and furthering the goals and guidelines relating to social, economic, racial, regional and gender-based justice and equality and cooperative and public ownership set forth in paragraphs (2)(A)(i) and (6)(B).”

“Innovative”. “Innovative” financing structures. She literally wrote this. This isn’t me pulling your leg. So at this point I’m sure you want to know, what kind of innovation? Because when I think of innovative financing, for some reason the image of burly Italian men in pinstriped suits and sunglasses begins forming in my mind. Well, I’m glad you asked. Here’s your outline:

“The Plan (and the draft legislation) shall, accordingly, ensure that the majority of financing of the Plan shall be accomplished by the federal government, using a combination of”—

A- “the Federal Reserve” – because the Fed hasn’t caused enough problems already.

B-“A new public bank or system of regional and specialized public banks” – Well, that certainly is innovative. Who needs one giant institution causing economic roller coasters when you can put it through mitosis? Double, double, money bubble. Because realistically, the Fed might not print money quickly or conveniently enough for ¡Ocasio!-Cortez’s tastes.

C-“Public venture funds” – which we wish to emphasize will be totally voluntary and in no way coerced from people at gunpoint.

D-“Such other vehicles or structures that the select committee deems appropriate”— love me some blank checks. What other vehicles or structures? Doth the “T” word wait in the wings? Ah, damn, I forgot. If Obamacare taught us anything, it’s that there are no taxes unless it’s convenient. Or I should say, perhaps you’ll have to pay your green “penalty” for being insufficiently environmentally friendly.

Whew. ¡Aye aye aye! Well, that was fun!

Now, I want you to remember what I said at the start. On the basis of the timing, there’s even odds they plan to use this as a campaign document in 2020. Just look back over that, and really take that in. There are even odds that this is the future of the Democratic party. You like what you see? This is why we need to pay more attention to ¡Ocasio!. You’re wrong if you think of her as a lone nut. She’s not. She’s version 2.0 of what I personally think the Democrats barely knew they had market for until Bernie almost de-throned the queen at her own coronation. If you think the fact that she is laughably extremist is a check against her getting shunted into the fast lane, you’re dead wrong. The Democrats took exactly the wrong lessons from 2016, and worse, they’re applying them. They want extremists. We may not all be socialists now, but the Democrats? Don’t be so sure.

And she’s just their type. She’s certifiably ethnic, and female, and young. Basically, if she starts identifying as a man, she’ll be  their wet-dream. She’s also stupider than a hammer full of nitroglycerine, which party elders may flatter themselves makes her easier to direct, though I think she may even be too dumb to take direction. She’s already butting heads with Pelosi. Our best-case scenario is that Pelosi, out of self-interest, takes her down a peg or ninety. But don’t bet that it will be so simple. Some feel, like PJ O’Rourke, that “Age and Guile Beat Youth, Ignorance, and a Bad Haircut”. I usually agree, but I don’t have that kind of faith on this. I think people miss that true believers like her are exactly what the Left grooms Millennials to be. They’ve asked for this in spades. What went around is coming around.

And being more serious for a moment, that’s the bad news I’m really here to deliver. I’m sorry, but ¡Ocasio! isn’t an anomaly. It’s true what people say—if only Millenials voted, Hillary still wouldn’t be president, but Bernie Sanders would be. ¡Ocasio! is the leading wave of a group of people who have been pissing me off all my life because I’ve had to go to school with them. And the only thing that’s different about her versus them is that she’s more famous. They’re true believers. They’ve never heard anything different, and now, thanks to social media and extremely stilted mainstream media, they’re still not hearing anything more meaningful than #OrangeManBad. They’re either shielded from the economy by their parents or in at the bottom, so economic improvements mean little to them. And Pelosi can politic all she likes, but she’d best make the most of it. Unless she takes the Clinton-esque step of actually killing the idiot, ¡Ocasio! is only going to become a bigger problem, because she’s the vanguard. I would guess that the reinforcements will start arriving probably by the end of Trump’s second term, assuming we can stop the cheating enough to get one. And if we don’t have a good head start on picking ¡Ocasio! apart by then, she’s going to be the elder statesman of the (H/T to a friend) “kindercaucus”, and being used as a punching bag by her party’s seniors will be a badge of honor. And dumb as she is, trust me, she knows it. Hell, she’s almost counting on it, I think.

So pay attention. And take some friendly advice— stop her before she grows.