April Fools

I never much understood April Fools (which existed in Portugal too) in the sense of actually fooling someone.

Look, it’s not even that a lot of them are strictly aimed at a group where it’s a great joke, where everyone else is left wondering if it’s true or if they’re stupid; it’s that some of these are so accepted that they get cited, and people then think that it’s the absolute truth and base other stuff on it, and it pollutes the entire system.

My favorite April first joke is one that you consciously know isn’t true, or one that de-hoaxes itself at the end.

Take for instance the theory of phantom time (Actually this youtube channel does a lot of “ooh, big scary thing” that turns out to not be real, as they explain in the end.): According to a German historian, the year is actually 1724. He says our calendar is a lie and a big chunk of the Middle Ages never happened.

Then there’s completely out there stuff that frankly has mostly turned into a conspiracy to sell t-shirts, like the idea that Birds aren’t real.

My absolute favorite right now is the Tartarian conspiracy.

Frankly, I think there needs to be a lot more you tube videos talking about this extensive empire from the nineteenth century that everyone has forgotten, the memory of it washed away presumably in mud floods.

Also, in light of the recent mumbles about stuff under the pyramids, I think everyone should watch this video.

Of course, we’re finding out a lot of the crazier conspiracies like the idea the US government was funding ESP research…. just happen to be the pure truth.

Of course, none of these compare to the idea that communism has never been tried and that we should break a few million more eggs, in case the utopian omelet finally appears!

Book Promo And Vignettes By Luke, Mary Catelli and ‘Nother Mike

Book Promo

If you wish to send us books for next week’s promo, please email to bookpimping at outlook dot com. If you feel a need to re-promo the same book do so no more than once every six months (unless you’re me or my relative. Deal.) One book per author per week. Amazon links only. Oh, yeah, by clicking through and buying (anything, actually) through one of the links below, you will at no cost to you be giving a portion of your purchase to support ATH through our associates number. A COMMISSION IS EARNED FROM EACH PURCHASE.*Note that I haven’t read most of these books (my reading is eclectic and “craving led”,) and apply the usual cautions to buying. I reserve the right not to run any submission, if cover, blurb or anything else made me decide not to, at my sole discretion.SAH

FROM JAMES YOUNG: On Seas So Crimson: Usurper’s War Collection No. 1 (The Usurper’s War: An Alternative World War II)

“[A]uthor James Young shows himself to be a master of that science fiction sub-genre called ‘Alternate History’.”–Midwest Book Review

Adolf Hitler is dead. Great Britain lies prostrate, subdued under a storm of poison gas and incendiaries that have turned the great city of London into a blazing abattoir. The Royal Family’s whereabouts are unknown, while Heinrich Himmler, new Fuhrer of the victorious Reich, prepares to dictate terms to Lord Halifax’s government.

For RAF Squadron Leader Adam Haynes, London’s destruction is the nightmare outcome of years spent fighting the specter of Fascism. With his own combatant status uncertain, Adam must rush to save as many of his Polish-speaking pilots as he can.

For Lieutenant (j.g.) Eric Cobb, Great Britain’s subjugation has immediate and deadly effects. After his flight leader is murdered by Kriegsmarine anti-aircraft fire, Eric must decide between remaining neutral or helping his British rescuers. His choices will dramatically alter the course of history.

In the Pacific, Rear Admiral Tamon Yamaguchi witnesses firsthand the myriad opportunities that Germany’s victory has provided for Japan. Defeated in China by Soviet forces after the Imperial Army foolishly attached northwards in December 1941, Japan has not only changed governments to a Navy dominated cabinet, but also changed strategies. It is to the south, in the oil rich Dutch East Indies, that Nippon will find her destiny. Yamaguchi, as the new head of the Kido Butai, must develop a plan that prevents American interference while simultaneously husbanding the Imperial Japanese Navy’s strength for a single, great Decisive Battle.

BY MANLY WADE WELLMAN, WITH AN INTRODUCTION BY D. JASON FLEMING: Sojarr of Titan (Annotated): The Classic Pulp Planetary Romance

When the spaceship crashed on Saturn’s largest moon, the pilot adventurer died. But his infant son did not. Raising himself in the wilds of an alien world, Sojarr survives, and thrives, discovering a strange tribe of gypsy humans, and battling roving bands of monstrous natives…

Until the day another ship falls from the sky and threatens to throw two worlds into chaos!

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

FROM HOLLY CHISM: Bar Tabs: A Modern Gods Story

Brief back stories on the characters from the Modern Gods universe.

FROM KAREN MYERS: Bound into the Blood – A Virginian in Elfland (The Hounds of Annwn Book 4)

DISTURBING THE FAMILY SECRETS COULD BRING RUIN TO EVERYTHING HE’S WORKED SO HARD TO BUILD.

George Talbot Traherne, the human huntsman for the Wild Hunt, is preparing for the birth of his child by exploring the family papers about his parents and their deaths. When his improved relationship with his patron, the antlered god Cernunnos, is jeopardized by an unexpected opposition, he finds he must choose between loyalty to family and loyalty to a god.

He discovers he doesn’t know either of them as well as he thought he did. His search for answers takes him to the human world with unsuitable companions.

How will he keep a rock-wight safe from detection, or even teach her the rules of the road? And what will he awaken in the process, bringing disaster back to his family on his own doorstep? What if his loyalty is misplaced? What will be the price of his mistakes?

FROM RACONTEUR PRESS WITH STORIES BY CHRISTOPHER R. DINOTE AND JOSH HILL: Wyrd Warfare (Raconteur Press Anthologies Book 49)

“I was born in the late 1970s, which means I grew up in a family that held living memories of World War II, the Korean War, and the Vietnam War. My generation was exposed to a plethora of culture and entertainment much earlier than we probably should have been. War filled many of those books, comics, games, songs, and films. The historical, the fantastical, what was, might have been, never happened, should have happened, and thanks be to God didn’t happen. World War III was always imminent. War Games and Missile Command reminded us there was no way to win. We expected the end to come like The Day After or The Terminator. Maybe it already happened, maybe we were already dead and just didn’t realize it.
The stories in this anthology draw from a multitude of inspirations: real-life deployments, places, things, people. Monsters. Events. Incidents. Sacrifices. Heroism. Horror.” From the Introduction by Chris DiNote)

FROM PAM UPHOFF: Origin Stories (Chronicles of the Fall Book 11)

Six stories in the Troystvennyy Soyuz on the run up to and during the Fall of the Alliance.

Young people with problems with the brutal society, and all too often their own families. Young men and women reaching for a better future, as everything changes around them.

FROM ANNA FERREIRA: The Flight of Miss Stanhope: A Short and Sweet Regency Romance

Marianne Stanhope is in trouble. Her family is urging her to accept the attentions of a most odious suitor, so she turns to a gentleman of her acquaintance for aid. But Mr. Firth has his own reasons for assisting Miss Stanhope, and it falls to her childhood friend Mr. Killingham to convince her that she’s made a dreadful mistake.

FROM SARAH A. HOYT: Draw One In The Dark (The Shifter Series Book 1)

Deep in the Colorado Rockies, Kyrie Smith has mastered the art of keeping secrets: like how she turns into a panther at will, or how she’s trying to solve a string of shifter murders while serving up the daily special. But she’s not the only one with something to hide.

Take her coworker Tom Ormson—your typical guy next door, if your typical guy could transform into a dragon and might have accidentally killed someone. Then there’s the lion-shifting cop investigating the murders, a guilt-ridden father, and a trio of dragon shifters hunting for something called the Pearl of Heaven.

As if navigating a world of supernatural intrigue wasn’t complicated enough, Tom’s falling for Kyrie, discovering powers that shouldn’t exist, and learning that trust is a two-way street paved with decades of secrets. In Goldport, Colorado, where the coffee’s always hot and the shifters are always watching, solving a murder might be the easiest part of Kyrie’s day.

Welcome to small-town life where everyone has something to hide—and some of those secrets have scales, claws, and a tendency to roar.

FROM LEIGH KIMMEL: Red Star, Yellow Sign

Whom the gods would destroy, they first drive mad.

It’s 1934, and the assassination of Sergei Kirov, Leningrad’s Communist Party chief, has rocked the Soviet Union. When an up and coming young Party official is assigned to investigate, it looks like an open and shut case.

The further Nikolai Yezhov looks into the case, the stranger things become. Mysterious entities lie beneath the swamps upon which Leningrad was founded. Because he has stumbled upon these secrets older than humanity itself, Yezhov must be eliminated. But first he must be led to commit acts that will ensure that history will forever remember him as a vicious criminal.

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: equable

Promo Post Tomorrow

Sorry. We have people over today and tomorrow and the day ran away from me. I meant to do this very early morning, but my body decided this was a good time to be sick as a dog.

So–

Promo post tomorrow. I’ll go to bed early (we have people leaving early, anyway) and hopefully will be more functional.

Right, Left, Right — a Blast From The Past From October 2015.

*I started to write a post in response to a “European right” blogger who says that Trump’s attitude is making it hard on the European right. But it devolved into yelling a lot of swear words, so.
1- I know it’s necessary to join the “orange man bad” wave, particularly in Europe, or you’ll get attacked. I’m not impressed. We’re not going to elect another George W. just to please you.

2- Trump is not showing Europe half the hostility Europe has SHOWN US OVERTLY for the last 100 years.

3- Dear Europeans, we don’t think paying your bills and allowing you to suck sweet, sweet socialist tit while dissing us makes us strong and powerful. We don’t LIKE you there in our basement. MOVE OUT. Get a job. Stop lecturing us.

4- You know what the European right could do? Get off the ground, close their legs, shoot the bastages in the face. If you stop responding to the left’s pressure and insults by lying down and giving them everything they want to stop from being “hurt” it will make a much bigger difference than anything any American does.

5 – The European right is slightly more tolerable, because they’re not (as) internationalist. But they’re still natural enemies of the AMERICAN Right. Hence, this blast from the past. Because we’re not the same.

6- Least it be thought I hate Europe. I don’t hate it. I don’t love it. I love some Europeans, but Europe collectively has a tendency to run off with the occasional Bull(shit.) Okay, so do we. Fair is fair. But when their bullshit consists of blaming all their problems on us, I’m going to get seriously salty.)

So, instead of the post I started which I think was very funny, but also couldn’t be read by anyone under the age of 45 due to profanity, I’m repeating the post below – SAH*

Someone asked me to write this a while back, and I’d completely spaced it until he reminded me on Facebook.

But sometimes, particularly when dealing with multinational twitter mobs, I feel like we’re speaking different languages and terms like “right” and “left” wing get wildly misinterpreted, leading to a certain twit(teriac) for instance saying I hated everyone to the left of Jeb Bush (Hate, no.  Despise their politics, yes.  And I include Jeb Bush and quite a few people nominally to the right of him in that.) while others claimed I was a big Jeb Bush fan because they think that’s what “right wing” means and they’ve self-obviously decided I’m right wing since I hate Marxists.

First, right-left have almost no meaning to where I stand.  I define myself in the authoritarian/non authoritarian axis, which is completely separate, and where I’m just a little shy of the “no government nutters” (I can call them that because, you know, they differ far less from me than the “government in your face” weasels, so I can say they’re totally crazy.)  Round about where the founding fathers were.  Government is a good servant but a bad master, and all that.

Of course, in the American spectrum, uninfected by the European Spectrum, that is indeed what should be called “right wing.”

The problem of course is that the spectrum is NOT uninfected, since we’re in an era of global communications and the meaning of Right Wing in Europe has started to seep in over here, both in leftists minds and in the minds of those who are self-defining as the right.

The other problem is that technically, if you go by the original meaning, the sides should be flipped.

Clear as mud?

Don’t worry, I can confuse it more.

Let’s start with the ever-reliable wikipedia: In France, where the terms originated, the Left has been called “the party of movement” and the Right “the party of order.”[1][2][3][4] The intermediate stance is called centrism and a person with such a position is a moderate.

Let’s first correct the obvious problem.  If you’re precisely in the center, the position is called “dunderhead” — and this applies to anything, not just politics. That out of the way, if center is defined by “not following an exact party line” I think most of us would be.

OTOH look at that definition again.  “The party of movement” and “the Party of order.”

First of all impossible, since life is movement.  This is where I think the left gets their bright idea reality is leftist, except they’re missing the point of where these definitions originated and what “movement” and “order” really mean.

This was of course in revolutionary France.  Movement had a very specific meaning — mostly towards Madame Guillotine, obviously — in terms of you wanted to change everything, the hours of the day and the names of the days of the week included.  Order, meanwhile was the “not so fast, this structure works.”

So, what that actually means is that left is the side of “let’s change everything” and the right the side of “let’s keep everything as it is.”

If you apply that to the current spectrum in the US (and most of the west) where socialist-like-structures and “leftist” ideas have permeated the political lives of the citizens for far longer than anyone reading this has been alive, the spectrum does a tilt-whirl and suddenly we who are don’t tread on me libertarians and who think the cause of liberty could be justly served by taking everyone from office and putting them in jail become left wingers, in the mold of the ones who shouted “Aristo, aristo, to the lamppost.”  (And since I’ve often felt like shouting that, I empathize.)

BUT that is not really a good picture.  We know how the French revolution ended.  Having dived down that rabbit hole in order to write Through Fire, it became obvious that the French Revolution, the “leftist” movement of our time par excellence, the grandmother of the Russian Revolution and of every other movement that has fed the graveyards of the 20th century was very much a STATIST revolution.  If you ask yourself what the difference between the American and the French revolution was, it would be that in the American revolution the people were set free to pursue happiness and equality before the law, while in the French revolution, both happiness and absolute equality were ENFORCED.  (If you think happiness wasn’t enforced, read some of the trials of people who declared themselves less than ecstatic in post revolutionary times.)

So, left would be best defined as “movement towards an imaginary utopia in which the government grants all sorts of happiness, equality and other boons.”

And the right?

Ah, there we hit on the crux of the problem.  While we’re fairly sure what the left is (and btw, the definition above is why they believe they are the party of the future and they will inevitably win, because in their eschatology any “progress” ends one way, with the government as a sort of smiling goddling dispensing benes to the happy people of Brutopia.) “right” can mean many things.

First let’s dispense with the left-enforced definition of right which ends in Hitler.  To quote a public figure “that’s just retarded, sir.”  Just because Hitler and Stalin had a big tiff and pulled each other’s hair, it doesn’t mean they weren’t both leftist, socialist bastards.  They were just arguing whether socialism — that utopian final stage of the revolution where the state looks after everyone like a mother or a father, depending on your language of origin — should be national or international.  And in this case “international” meant “Russian” — or at least it did in the seventies, and I have no reason to think it changed — while national meant “of the genetically related people.”

(For instance when Bernie Sanders announces he’s a socialist but a nationalist then says he’s not a communist, I believe him.  The appropriate name for his announced ideology is Fascist.)

That fascination of the fascists with nationalism, btw, explains why the left can’t seem to accept national love/pride (i.e. they’re not NATIONAL socialists) and why so much of Europe thinks patriotism is a precursor to war.  Europeans are taught that in school too.  I was.

Okay, so that’s disposed of, now … if the right isn’t National Socialism, what is the right?

If I had to hazard a definition that would fit both Europe and the US I’d say the “right wing” meant “a clinging to the essence of what the nation means and to the nation’s original idea”, as it were.

In Europe, of necessity, right wing means a lot of “our people, our land” and really in its ultimate expression “our king.”  Right wing parties in Europe are often associated with keeping or reviving ancient traditions, with the country’s state-religion and with the “way things have always been done.”  There will almost always be a reflexive xenophobia, for instance, which is not necessarily a bad thing.  It is not racist to say “our land, our customs.  You want to live here, you conform to us.”  (The left’s reflexive oikophobia tends to chew the ground out from what people know they can count on, from language in everyday interactions to things like protection of children and women. It is time the European right learns to say “No, not all cultures are alike.”) If you’re thinking that this is the same as us saying “if you want to live here, speak English and conform to our laws”… not quite.  In Europe an immigrant will never be “of the land, the people, the traditions.”  You could be Yoless from Pratchett’s Johnny Maxwell, and learn Morris dance, and you’d still not be “quite British.”  Assimilation takes generations, and sometimes not even that.  Other things come with that definition as freight.  The right will still prefer to keep women and men in traditional roles, and they’re often shocked half to death by differing sexual personas.

Now if that description sounds familiar, it is because it is what the left assumes the right here is.  And some right wing people, reflexively, will embrace it and claim it.  Just because the left hates it.

But by and large, as someone who has cruised right of center blogs in this country for a very long time, no.  That’s not what right means in the US.

This is why when the leftists (who true to their origins only understand themselves as in opposition to the European right) come cruising in, they’re always shocked when we don’t rise to the bait of “racist, sexist, homophobic.”  They’re always terribly confused a lot of people here in fact are of “non conforming religions” (or none at all) and non-conforming sexual habits, and varying shades of tan.  And the only explanation they can find is “self-hating.”

That is because the left (worldwide, really) since the collapse of their model, the Soviet Union, has gone a little loony and fallen down a time-space-funnel, in which they’re fighting “right wing” in Europe (and probably circa the eighteen hundreds, but never mind that) not in the States.

The right in the US is the side that clings to the origins and the founding.  This is the side that believes ultimately sovereignty rests in the individual and the government should bow and doff its hat to us. We’re the side that believes that no matter what color, size, sex or whomever you decide to sleep with, you’re still an individual, entitled to equal protection under the law.

We believe in life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.

Which means in many ways we’re the horror of the European right.  If it weren’t for the fact that both “rights” are fighting the much greater evil of the Marxist theology unleashed upon the world (and yes, it is more evil than even the European right) we’d be going at it like two equal weight boxers in a ring.

My dad, who is Europe-right (mom weirdly is MOSTLY American-right.  Not fully, because she still thinks morality, etc. should be enforced, but I think that’s a generational thing.  And no, I don’t know how she ended up don’t-tread-on-me in Europe.  She didn’t even read Heinlein) for instance believes it is not only the government’s right but the government’s duty to look after things like health care.  Oh, and if the government periodically shoots the wrong guy, well, that’s the cost of keeping other people safe.  He’s not a bad man, understand — but he’s a man of his time and place.  He draws the line at communism, not just because it’s evil, but because it’s a stranger to his country and enforced from outside.

We’ve gone the full rounds (one of the few times we’ve yelled at each other) because he can’t understand that I don’t view the government as some thing that should “look after” me, but as something that should do the minimum possible to ensure I have the space to look after myself, and anything more than that is a violation of my rights and a thwarting of my duties as a free human being.

And that’s the difference between our right and their right.  I’ve found it easier and far more conducive to familial harmony to pretend there is no difference, and to nod along with their serene belief that “right wing” in America means the same it does there.

Since our left doesn’t see the dividing chasm, they often refer to the “right” as monolithic and what they get in their press (which is to the left of ours) is convenient in obscuring the differences.

No reason to shock mom and dad by letting them know their daughter has become a USAian radical, after all.

BUT the actual meaning is radically different (quite literally RADICALLY different.  We are the “radicals” who turned the world upside down by believing authority flows from the individual up, not from the state down.)  As I hope it shows above.  Though being a word more often defined by opponents and people with the “feels” it has the imprecise quality of a mirage rising from asphalt on a hot day.

One caveat is that the American right wing might never make any sense in Europe.  Culture is something that changes very slowly and often doubles back.  So I restrain my evangelizing impulses there.  They might come to be like us, but it won’t be in my life time.

And the right in Europe only makes upside-down sense in America.  It would be impossible to create a right-wing-in-European-terms country out of the US.  Our multi-cultural, multi-religious and multi-racial country couldn’t turn into an European traditional country.  Not for a few hundred years at least.  Which is why all movies that do that are profoundly unconvincing.  And why it’s so weird that the left doesn’t see the difference between the two rights.

It is also, unfortunately, why the sf books from the fifties or so, particularly the ones by Heinlein, which show the whole world unified under the American system are such a pipe dream.

It might have seemed logical and even attainable after WWII but as he himself seems to have realized in Tramp Royale, the real world is too diverse and culture and cultural differences too real for that utopia ever to have been possible.

America is a place in the heart*, and as such it can only be won one heart at a time.

*Note for idiots: not denying we also have a territory that should be defended. But being American necessitates believing in the constitution as its ultimate expression.

Gone Ghibly

So, I should write a post, but I’m feeling downright peculiar. I think I’m coming down with whatever is going around. It’s that or the thyroid meds suddenly stopped working (Honestly, could be either.)

Normally I’d spend till 2 pm writing a post, but we have guests coming this weekend and the house must be useable. Okay, no way the front room is getting done. That’s where I’m unpacking the library. However it is a goal not to put everything that doesn’t fit the rest of the house in there.

Honestly, just dusting, running the vaccuum and sorting laundry is going to be a chore.

So:

1-why is everyone on line suddenly making pictures in the style of Studio Ghibly?

2-Is it a bastardization of the studio’s art?

3- Why is everyone putting it on memes?

4- Can it be taken too far?

5 – OMG Sarah, why?

1- Well, so far this is our best guess:

2- Yes. Absolutely. And? Look at it this way, Studio Ghibli is getting more publicity than it’s had in…. well. than it’s ever had. If it’s somewhat smart, it can make money from this.

3- This is my best guess:

4- oh, Lord, yes.

5- Did you see the thing up top? Right now I’m coming down with something bad. I thought I was just very depressed (had some bad and utterly unexpected health news for someone in birth family. No, not parents. They’re in their nineties bad news is not unexpected.) Then yesterday I found myself just watching endless stupid you tube videos about lost civilizations and catastrophes.

I’ll grant you it’s not so bad as when I spent a 2 months last winter watching videos of someone walking through cemeteries and talking about old graves. But then again, I’m hopefully not as ill as I was back then. I hope. Since that almost put me in the hospital and whacked my thyroid. (Which would explain why my hair is falling out again.)

Instead it was an endless array of “why the CIA is suppressing proof of Atlantis.” (I mean for all I know the CIA thinks it is. I mean, they believed that the Soviet Union was unbeatable!)

But once I realized I was doing that, I decided to Ghibli myself. Which, yes, I do realize is restricted in five states and illegal in New Jersey. But there it is…

The results are …. weird. I mean, it strangely does better at this than at doing a pen and ink sketch of me. It only Ghiblis me alone, though. If I try to use one in which I’m with Dan, it either turns him into a bunny or a giant Pikachu. Why? I DON’T KNOW. Studio Ghibli have something against mathematician?

Anyway, here’s what I got other than the picture above:

It looks more like M. C. A. Hogarth!
This one doesn’t look very far off me at about 26 or so….

The last might be my favorite. I’m fighting an urge to replace my icon with it on all social media, honestly.

Okay. I’m going to quick-clean the house then take a long nap. Maybe when I wake I’ll feel better.

See you after the Ghiblificallypse.

Fiat Lux

Yesterday some of you mentioned that any act of rebellion, of truth, of standing up to those who would crush us reverberates and gives courage to others who might otherwise be too timid to rebel.

Rebellion is a contagion. A good one.

I missed Earth hour this year. It was three days ago on the 22nd. I’m terribly sad, because every Earth hour I turn every light in the house on, including those in the closet, which can’t be seen, but I think they might be able to tell from the substation.

My goal is to stand and say “We won’t go quietly into that night. We will not surrender without a fight.” Coff. Independence Day Movie. “We will survive. We will stay alive.”

You might think it’s all in my head, that turning lights on matters. And maybe it is.

First, there’s a whole lot of symbology with light. Second, I came from a place where light was rare, expensive, troublesome.

I’m told that there were no longer oil lamps in use at grandma’s house when I was born, but I remember them. I remember it was my older cousin’s job to clean them and trim them.

Now both of these are possible. After all, I know even in my teens, the electricity went down quite often, due to an extremely inadequate power grid. So even when my parents moved away to their house, when I was six, we always had candles on hand, and I tried to ruin my eyes by reading by candle (or moon) light.

Because of that, because the lamps that existed were small, distant, usually hanging from the ceiling a long way off, because winter days were dark and depressing (the area I grew up in has the same climate as London) I craved light. And was always ridiculously impressed by light.

I remember when i was very little, they used to line the tower of the church with white lights for the local feast. In my mind that was almost miraculous, a sign for the ages. (In retrospect, it was probably paltry and dim.)

I loved light in abundance and in all its forms. Abundant light made a bad day better.

To be fair, even without knowing it was Earth hour, there’s a good chance that every light was on in the house. My kid used to joke you could tell our house from orbit. We could tell it from three blocks away, that’s for sure.

And I remember when the Soviet Union was trying to put down the Solidarity rebellion in Poland, we were asked by our priest to put a candle on every balcony to show our support. And we did. Everywhere in the village, there was a candle burning for Poland.

Did it make a difference? Did the Soviets see lights everywhere (we weren’t the only ones) and realize they were losing public opinion?

I don’t know. I know that seeing other people light candles WE realized that the Soviets were losing public opinion. We weren’t alone. Communism was not winning everywhere.

Communism still isn’t winning. And we must not let it win.

It might seem we’re alone, atomized, lost.

I find it telling they try to get us to turn the lights off when lights are the hallmark of civilization. If you fly over communist areas, they’re all dark. the opposite of civilization. Energy is civilization. And energy is light.

Refuse to be kept in the dark. Turn a light on. Speak up. In the measure of possible, refuse to collaborate with the people who want to destroy light and humanity.

Fiat Lux.

*I did not forget Festus Pragnel and the green man of greypec. It’s been a difficult week for reasons beyond my control. I will hopefully do my post on it tomorrow. Friday at the latest – SAH*

And Shame The Devil

Tell the truth and shame the devil. In this house beset by devils and illusions of the mind, this is more important than ever. And more difficult.

Go read this: How To Believe False Things. (And for the tragically x-less.)

This hit me particularly hard, because this is a young man I met personally and whose number I just recently deleted from my phone with a plethora of others from the Denver science fiction community, because … Well, because I’m many many miles away and I thought too that chances were he was so far on the other side that the chances of his ever wishing to speak to me were none.

I don’t exactly regret it, because the chances of his needing to talk to me are still low, considering how far away I am and how disconnected from the community that was once mine. But if he called, I probably would answer.

If you read those links, there are people asking him how it’s possible that he didn’t see in sports that men were very different from women, but I understood. I too can watch games and not see the difference. My visual interpretation is not great.

I can see I might not have noticed the difference if I weren’t lucky enough to have grown up with young men, and to have given birth to boys. As it was, I realized early that boys were stronger than I, but even then, perhaps because for a woman I was freakishly strong (until menopause) and unusually … well, determined is the polite term, I didn’t realize until my younger son — then a strippling — was fourteen, out of shape and skinny easily lifted a 100 lb bag of cement that I, in reasonably good shape, couldn’t even budge that I realized the magic sauce of testosterone.

But before that I’d come to realize while humans can — and should — have equal rights under the law, not all humans are born equal. By which I mean not everyone is the same, nor do we all have the same capabilities.

And the reason I knew was in myself. I couldn’t write on the line until I was ten or so, and I couldn’t write legibly till I was fourteen. My hand and eye didn’t work together (besides my having bad, undiagnosed astigmatism.) Things that people I KNEW were far dumber than I could do easily, I couldn’t. On the other hand, I could learn much more easily than they could.

I had illusions for a while. You have to understand, you could tell the kids whose parents left the village to immigrate. When they came back on vacation they looked… glossy. I suspect we all had malnutrition, in a society without refrigeration and where vegetables were suspect enough mostly you ate them after they’d been boiled grey, and that was only part of it. I was lucky, because my family was … not well off, not in the sense we’d use it, but educated, provident and hoarders of books.

So I reasoned that if the other kids in the school, the ones who were struggled, had some help, if they could borrow my books, if I could have them over for food, if– I figured it would make them like me.

It didn’t make them like me. I mean, in some cases, here and there, it made a big difference. In others, it made no difference whatsoever. But it made none of them like me, not in essentials, because well…. because they weren’t me.

But it took, I think, watching my kids grow up to figure out that everyone is inherently different. Sure, they are worthy of the same chance, capable of greatness in their own way, but people don’t even WANT the same things, and it’s stupid and evil to think that everyone should achieve the same results.

Proscustes bed shortens everyone.

Why did it take me that long? Because we all grew up under the Marxist ethos, where we’re encouraged to think if someone doesn’t do as well, it’s unfair, they’re oppressed, someone is rigging the game.

I’m telling you not only is the game rigged from the get go, but every time we try to unrig it we destroy people.

Seriously, if you read the young man’s tweet above, why would someone think that men and women would be equally strong? Why is being like a man the measure of a woman’s greatness?

Women are intrinsically different than men, from the womb. Yes, there is a spectrum. See where I was freakishly strong until menopause. I could actually fight back against most men. But the spectrum doesn’t mean that statistically, as a group, men and women aren’t different. We are.

One thing we know for instance, is that more men are geniuses. And more men are morons. There are women who are geniuses, sure. And women who are morons. But most women cluster in the middle.

Is that the explanation for the glass ceiling, and the lack of women at the top in business and sciences?

It’s part of it. The other part is that men and women want different things, and are driven to different things. yes, a lot of us will end up running mostly in the world of men, but most women prefer occupations that involve people. And most women aren’t willing to spend the hours in service of impersonal business or by-the-numbers-science. Most women prefer to have personal lives. Sure, most men too, but statistically speaking, more women than men are motivated by things other than emotionless pursuit of success.

The “Success” as society views it is male success. The attempt to erase the differences between men and women has pushed a lot of women into paths in which they are seriously unhappy.

Because, listen to me, women are not men. And why should a man’s measure of success be a woman’s? Women can be powerful in their own way — if you think that’s not true, you never met a matriarch, even in a seriously patriarchal society — and they can set their own goals and have their own success.

Believing that everyone is alike just pushes everyone into a path in which only very few are happy. (And more men than women.)

And the same applies to other differences than the differences between the sexes. It applies to other intrinsic differences. This strange measure of success whereby everyone has to be a corporate executive or one of another handful of “scripted” “Successful” roles leaves no-account artists who can’t hold to that, and can’t even want to, scrambling and feeling maimed and inferior. It leaves people whose main motivator is social or pedagogical feeling like they failed.

A lot of the “capitalism” young people rebel against has absolutely nothing to do with the free market. Instead, it has to do with this expectation that we’re all the same, and we all have to succeed the same way and be happy the same way.

… and this is why even if you’re a woman — it’s much, much harder for us to stand up and stand out from the group — it is very important not to lie.

It’s very important to stand up and tell the truth and shame the devil.

Because even if you’re not a believer, you should know the devil is chaos and destruction and enslavement to paths you don’t wish to be on. That’s a devil you should believe in, because he’s all through our society and eating it from the inside.

I won’t lie to you and tell you that when you tell the truth it will be great for you. It won’t.

Trust me. Going by my experience, when you go against the group, the all-pervasive propaganda and indoctrination that is a tissue of lies, you’ll be considered evil, crazy, untrustworthy.

Heck, the most amusing thing is being told I sold out. I don’t know what they think I sold FOR. There is no money on this side.

Sure, I largely survive, but if I’d stayed on the path and told the lies — and yes, I’m quite smart enough to know which to tell and tell them well — I could have done amazingly well. My kids would have no debts, and we’d have been able to afford everything we desired.

But there are values bigger than personal reward. And maybe that’s the way I’m broken.

However, while around me lies are taking society apart, I couldn’t contribute to the lies. I couldn’t stay quiet, even.

Because there are bigger things than personal achievement. And because I had to look at myself in the mirror.

I know some of you can’t — just can’t — stand up and tell the truth.

But do the measure of what you can. Don’t lie unless you absolutely have to. And when you can?

Tell the truth. Tell the truth and shame the devil.

Because the devil of chaos and destruction is eating the future.

And the future needs the truth.

Not An Egg-spert, But-by Foxfier

I know enough about agriculture to get some idea, and to be very alarmed by narratives that I see forming up.

I grew up helping my parents manage a ranch, reading Capital Press https://capitalpress.com/ and Range Magazine https://rangemagazine.com/ for fun, and with my mom being strongly involved in weedboard and less formal support networks for ag ranging from literally some grandma’s part-time hobby up through big money makers, and that makes it so that I notice some things when they’re around me, and so I understand them differently than a lot of… well, town-kids seem to be understanding them as.  Since getting out of the Navy, I have dragged our horde of very curious kids through “ranch stuff” in at least a dozen different states, most recently playing “are they actually happy to talk or are they just polite?” for the wonderful lady at the McMurray Hatchery.

For an idea of how farm-geeky my family is, we’re bemusing my husband and sister in law because there rest of us are incredibly excited that I actually went to the McMurray Hatchery https://www.mcmurrayhatchery.com/availableview.html  that we’ve been getting chicks and keets from since before I was born. (For fellow geeks: I am still debating testing her tolerance by sending a chick catalog; my daughter was quoting from it on the drive up from Des Moines, and they’re so fluffffffyyyy!)

So it’s been… “interesting,” we’ll go with that… to watch a flood of saviors-of-the-farmers who are under the impression that we get chicken meat from the same individuals we get eggs from, or who think that every single farmer would be fine with mass slaughter of their animals.  Because farmers are so very good about following government orders, right?  We’re either helpless little hicks that aren’t so sure about them thar city folks, or we’re “enormous agri-buisness” type villains who only pause to remove the cigar from our mouths before laughing at the surge in egg prices triggered by killing off chickens from a minor illness that they would totally just recover from given a week and then they’d never catch the chicken flu again!

…sounds really silly when you lay the assumptions out there in the open, doesn’t it?

It gets even sillier when you find out that my rural Iowa awesome internet bogs down at harvest season, because all the little farmers are part of a “big agribusiness” some-legal-organization which means they own the fancy new tractors which use lots of internet.

Even just going to the Iowa State Fair, there’s the Egg Booth.

You get a hard boiled egg.

Onna stick, of course.

For free, with a bunch of recipes and similar promo material.  There’s some seasonings there, too, and it’s usually manned by older guys in Iowa Egg Council shirts, and a bunch of kids in smaller farm shirts running around doing upkeep, or occasionally with stuff branded in one of the co-op logos.

 Usually really obviously related, too, because most farms are still what a normal person would call a family farm.  They are just legally organized in a different way because the legal system is designed to deal with more city-styled orgs.  See also, why so many indy authors are set up as LLCs.

And you know what family farms aren’t super happy to do?

Answer a bunch of naggy surveys for unknown folks to dig through, after it’s been the Cool Kid thing for generations to declare anything that actually functions with animals as some form of abuse.

Such as keeping chickens in cages.

Neveryoumind that every study done, even those aimed at proving that chickens yearn to run free, found that the prey animal known for pecking flock-mates to death in too large of groups, has the lowest stress in a reasonably small cage with lots of food and water, and no sky for chicken-eating-monsters to swoop out of.

This method also means that the pecking order doesn’t result in the chickens being eaten alive by other chickens, and prevents disease spread.  So if, say, chicken flu is tracked in on someone’s boot, and infects some chickens– you don’t lose even the entire barn, much less all the barns that shared an outdoor area for cage-free purposes.

This is stuff that was pointed out by farmers before cage free laws were put in place– it has a higher cost, because of the chickens tortured to death by the pecking order, and is more fragile, because you have more chickens exposed to more infection vectors, both wild birds and other chickens.  Including when they eat the chickens that are dead of bird flu, which can have a 100% fatality rate without contributing factors.  (There are actually quarantine guidelines for dealing with bird flu; the return on investment is usually not very good with chickens.  Ducks can be asymptomatic, so they are more often quarantined– unfortunately, this has also resulted in people who decide their hobby-farm birds are “fine,” and they do not quarantine, resulting in massive spreading to birds that do mostly just die.)

Some of the stuff I’ve seen I can see why the writer doesn’t understand what he doesn’t see– he’s looking at reports as if they are from a standard big company that will report every bit and bob that they do.  Partly because the people giving that kind of information don’t mention things like “Yeah, we…uh, got a one in six response rate.  And about a third of those were the pre-paid survey envelope loaded with fishing weights and a note saying ‘leave me alone’.”

Animal rights activists have been videoing themselves throwing baby chicks into grinders and posting it online, to “prove” how horrible their targets are, since there was an online– there are very few chicken farmers who are going to give you details on where they get chicks and how they’re raised, not without very careful control.

However, there are folks who recognized that outreach is important.

 And they will give you information, and answer questions.

 That’s why the Iowa Egg Council https://iowaegg.org/, the Cattlemen’s http://www.beef.org/, various state’s Cow Belles https://www.arizonacowbelles.org/about-us/our-history, the guys who did those old “behold, the power of Cheese” videos, plus the individually guided folks like the Peterson Farm Brothers https://petersonfarmbrothers.com/about-us/ and Honest Farming https://tdfhonestfarming.com/ exist. 

I’m sure that folks know others– these type of ag-geeks are common, folks who love what they’re doing, and are honestly interested, even when it’s really dirty and hard labor.  If folks have an information source they want to brag on, please post it in the comments.

All of these are besides there being state level resources for information– both the state governments themselves, like the Iowa DoA&LS https://iowaagriculture.gov/about and the colleges’ ag extension https://www.extension.iastate.edu/ag/livestock-and-poultry-production , and the various professional councils like the Cattlemen’s and Egg Council I mentioned above.  (Happy Cows come from California! https://www.realcaliforniamilk.com/ )

As with all weird surges of Sudden Internet Expert, when something sounds amazing and outrageous– try seeing if perhaps there’s missing information that makes it more rational.

This fall and winter, my kids hatched chicks.  The first batch came out about Halloween.

They went to the coop at about 9 weeks, and we are just now getting a couple of eggs from them, which is about right.  Roughly six months from hatching to starting to lay.

…a meat chicken would have been going into the freezer at about the time our chicks went outside, 8-12 weeks, with some varieties ready as soon as a month and a half after hatching. That is why the prices of chicken meat aren’t surging at the same speed as the prices of eggs.

This information is really easy to find.

If the folks you’re listening to didn’t find it, then please recognize they haven’t gone investigating, they are just theorizing without data.

Book Promo And Vignettes By Luke, Mary Catelli and ‘Nother Mike

Book Promo

If you wish to send us books for next week’s promo, please email to bookpimping at outlook dot com. If you feel a need to re-promo the same book do so no more than once every six months (unless you’re me or my relative. Deal.) One book per author per week. Amazon links only. Oh, yeah, by clicking through and buying (anything, actually) through one of the links below, you will at no cost to you be giving a portion of your purchase to support ATH through our associates number. A COMMISSION IS EARNED FROM EACH PURCHASE.*Note that I haven’t read most of these books (my reading is eclectic and “craving led”,) and apply the usual cautions to buying. I reserve the right not to run any submission, if cover, blurb or anything else made me decide not to, at my sole discretion.SAH

FROM ALMA T. C. BOYKIN: Threads of Empire: Merchant and Empire Book Ten

“Return with coin or not at all!”

Dagnija Modrisdatter brought nothing but bad fortune to her family, or so they believed. When a merchant offered to hire her as spinster and weaver, her father sent her off.

Adrians Eckelbert searched for the master weaver who made ornate belts. He found her on a remote land-tongue, and brought her back to Rhonari.

Dagnija discovers a different world, one filled with possibilities she had never dared to even dream of. But she must learn to navigate the shoals of Rhonari, seat of the trade lords of the Northern Empire. Spinning comes easily to her hand. Speaking for herself and balancing trade law and family duty? Far harder.

FROM PAM UPHOFF: In Plain Sight (Chronicles of the Fall)

A short story taking place after the Fall

Bryanne Volkov is sixteen and moving from a small town to the capital of the Alliance, as her Grandfather is about to become the head of the entire Volkov Family. And her new home is not much like what she expected . . . the servants, odd, and an Executioner much too interested in the family.

FROM NATHAN BRINDLE: Saving the Spring: A short fantasy (Seasons Book 1)

Jack Randall knew immediately something was off when he pulled up to the old roadhouse. Little did he know that crossing paths that night with the establishment’s beautiful bartender and her handsomely-rugged boyfriend/cook would lead to him recalling his former life as a god – or fighting a rematch with the god who had stolen his memories.

FROM MICHAEL MORGAN: Signs Of Venus & Of Mars: Ladies of Los Cristobol Book 2 (Ladies of Los Cristobal)

“A knight has his armor, as do we women. Our battlefields and methods may be different, but both require the appropriate costume.” A month after Ana Lezama de Urinza spoke those words the truce that kept the peace in Los Cristobal lies in ruins, and every hand is turned against every other. Sometimes, a knight’s armor is the only way for a young lady to stay alive.

Romance, magic, and swashbuckling adventure combine in this action-packed sequel to Ladies, Fish, & Gentlemen

FROM TIM SEIBEL: Freedom Voyages Volume 4: Christmastime in Texas: Road Trips throughout the United States

Embark on a captivating adventure with the fourth installment of the Freedom Voyages series! Freedom Voyages Volume 4: Christmastime in Texas is a visual feast brimming with over 400 breathtaking photographs that capture the heart and spirit of America. These pictures showcase the landscapes, cityscapes, and vibrant cultural events that make Texas unique. It’s a visual record of a December road trip through Texas that will leave you in awe.

This 2000-mile road trip commences in the rugged beauty of Colorado’s Front Range, then continues through the otherworldly lava fields of northeastern New Mexico and into North Texas. Along the way, you’ll make captivating stops at the Capulin Volcano, small Texas ranching towns, and Dallas and McKinney’s dazzling Texas-sized Christmas light scenes. From North Texas, the journey continues south through the county seats of East Texas to experience its Christmas celebrations in quintessential towns such as Paris, Sulphur Springs, Longview, Nacogdoches, San Augustine, Jasper, Woodville, and others before concluding with a side trip to see Galveston fully decorated for the yuletide season.
Freedom Voyages is not just a book — it’s a thrilling invitation to embark on an adventure. For those who yearn to experience America’s roadways vicariously through pictures, thoughts, and experiences, these pages are a gateway to your own Freedom Voyage. Get ready to be inspired!

FROM MACKEY CHANDLER: A Reluctant Sovereign (Family Law Book 7)

When North America attacked the space habitats beyond the Moon they had no plan B if they failed. The Earth Claims Commission was already suffering a credibility crisis and North America’s disastrous failure and defeat left them with no muscle. Far flung worlds and stations were abandoned with no banking, no supply, and no news. The explorers who were owed royalties were cut off too. Lee and her father Gordon weren’t about to sit still for that. If you can repossess a ground car, why not a planet? Lee had standing to be sovereign of Providence but wasn’t all that fond of planets. She didn’t want to be bogged down with the day to day drudgery of sovereignty like her friend Heather on the Moon. Was there any reason she couldn’t have her cake and eat it too? None that she could see.

FROM DAN MELSON: Measure Of Adulthood (The Politics of Empire Book 4)

Kusaan del. It means ‘divine finger’

The Empire of Humanity is locked in a war for survival with the Fractal Demons. Years on, the dice are still tumbling. Billions have died and planets have been destroyed. Meanwhile, an old loose end has resurfaced and forced Grace to confront a mistake from her teenage years – her son by a long-dead lover has lost his adulthood, and only Grace can save him from exile.

But the Fractal Demons initiate a new strategy, and are starting to turn the tide in their favor. Grace is unlucky enough to be assigned to deal with one of their first strikes under the new strategy, and she’s unable to prevent several million deaths.

But she’s learned enough to master her problems, both as the new mother of a two hundred year old son, and as one of those defending the masses of the Empire from assault by the demons. She has grown from her origins, and just because she seems to have a knack for attracting trouble doesn’t mean she can’t handle it. When the divine finger points at her, she steps up to deal with it.

FROM HOLLY CHISM: The Schrödinger Paradox: Entanglement

In the face of extinction, you do what you must, regardless of who stands in the way.

Tom Beadle only volunteered for NASA’s neighborhood watch program when his department said it would maybe help him get tenure.None of them counted on the Neighborhood Watch becoming a mortifying political liability when a malfunctioning probe accidently reveals an asteroid hiding behind the larger outer planets, setting off impact alarms– and politicians looking for blame. When their answer is to defund the Watch program and fire all involved, Tom’s only chance to save the earth is to lie through his teeth and try to deflect the asteroid under cover of harvesting rare not-of-this-earth elements. And even that may not work.

FROM BLAKE SMITH: The Hartington Inheritance (The Hartington Series Book 1)

Almira Hartington was heir to the largest fortune in the galaxy, amassed by her father during his time as a director of the Andromeda Company. But when Sir Josiah commits suicide, Almira discovers that she and her siblings are penniless. All three of them must learn to work if they wish to eat, and are quickly scattered to the far reaches of the universe. Almira stubbornly remains on-planet, determined to remain respectable despite the sneers of her former friends.

Sir Percy Wallingham pities the new Lady Hartington. But the lady’s family will take care of her, surely? It’s only after he encounters Almira in her new circumstances that he realizes the extent of her troubles and is determined to help her if he can. He doesn’t know that a scandal is brewing around Sir Josiah’s death and Almira’s exile from society. But it could cost him his life, and the lady he has come to love.

FROM DECLAN FINN: The Neck Romancer (Honeymoon from Hell Book 1)

They’re going to make it to the Church on time. And God help anyone who gets in their way.

Marco Catalano and Amanda Colt have survived vampire legions, unkillable demons, supernatural assassins and a full on army of darkness. With their allies, they have taken down the paranormal Illuminati called simply “The Council.”

Now they have to deal with their next threat: marriage.

Can Marco and Amanda survive the preparations for their own wedding? And if they manage that, can they fight their way through their honeymoon?

But the biggest question of all: Who invited the zombies to the ceremony?

FROM LAURA MONTGOMERY: Martha’s Sons Books One and Two Plus a Novelette: A Science Fiction Lost Colony Adventure (Box Set)

Your parents thought they were emigrating to a terraformed planet. That didn’t happen.

Now you’re second generation on a lost colony world.

You’re one of Martha’s Sons.

Will Peter Dawe’s perilous mission with a brother he despises end in death?

A lost starship’s settlers, isolated on an uncharted alien world, manage to terraform a mountain-ringed valley into a rich replica of Earth. Despite their success reproducing the environment they need to survive and thrive, only tenuous forces hold together the human colony on the world of Not What We Were Looking For. The governor’s appropriation of the western settlers’ weapons for the city strains those bonds to breaking point—and then beyond when Peter Dawe’s father sends him to get the weapons back.Twenty-year-old Peter Dawe’s restless nature easily endures the lost colony world’s rigors. His genetic modifications make it even easier. So when Peter retrieves the family weapon, he also brings back a motorbike, a piece of technology no longer available to everyone.

It would be a fine prize to keep to himself. He won it. He earned it. He quickly learns that his brother Simon lies in wait to take what isn’t his. Simon wants more than just the motorbike. He wants Peter’s glory.

But when Peter’s father forces him to take his hated older brother on Peter’s next mission, the pair must not only navigate the city’s perils and politics but learn to work together—when neither thinks the other should be in charge. Their success—and their very lives—depend on it. Or will Peter be proven right that he should have faced this task alone?

This box set contains the first three titles in the immersive Martha’s Sons science fiction adventure series: Simple Service, Long in the Land, and Relief Afar. If you like gripping action, insurmountable odds, and alien worlds, you’ll love Laura Montgomery’s tale of a man determined not to let family ties sabotage mission success.

Get the box set to start a new adventure today!

FROM SARAH A. HOYT: Darkship Thieves

Athena Hera Sinistra never wanted to go to space.

Never wanted see the eerie glow of the Powerpods. Never wanted to visit Circum Terra. She never had any interest in finding out the truth about the Darkships.
You always get what you don’t ask for. Which must have been why she woke up in the dark of shipnight, within the greater night of space in her father’s space cruiser, knowing that there was a stranger in her room. In a short time, after taking out the stranger—who turned out to be one of her father’s bodyguards up to no good, she was hurtling away from the ship in a lifeboat to get help.
But what she got instead would be the adventure of a lifetime and perhaps a whole new world—if she managed to survive….
A Prometheus Award Winning Novel, written by a USA Today Bestseller.

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: DIRECTION