According To Hoyt

*The resident blog owner is frantically packing her office, so she can frantically unpack her office at the other end and then frantically finish a book.  How in h*ll this move feels “surprise” I don’t know, except we didn’t expect the deal to go through till last minute.  And because it was a short sale, I’m on phone to contractors twenty four seven, even in my sleep, mostly trying to get estimates.  It was hilarious to have the doctor come in late to her office, and I’m on the phone.  I think she appreciated the irony.  there was a little smile.  On that front, I have had a steroid shot, I’m on antibiotic, but they didn’t have the steroid cream anywhere in town, so I’m waiting on that. The shot worked to the extent it’s now merely a very bad auto-immune attack, not a near-fatal one.  OTOH Dan threw out his back, so I REALLY have to go and do stuff.*

Worldbuilding: a question of depth – Sabrina Chase

A really good story is one that you keep thinking about long after the last page is read—where you think about living in that world yourself, or worry about what happens to the characters later on. As the proud recipient of a fine collection of reviews from readers complaining that I “made them” keep reading until the wee hours or demanding further adventures, I think I may have figured out one or two ways to suck the reader in and keep them submerged. Happily.

Make your world consistent:

If there is an impediment in chapter 1 it had bloody well better be an impediment in chapter 20, or you must present a really good reason why it isn’t any more. No waving of hands, either. Somebody will have had to work at solving the problem, and usually on-screen. E.g. in the Sequoyah series, there is no FTL data transmission. Every message has to be carried on a physical courier ship, and the delays from the frontier/war zone are on the order of weeks. This has the effect that in some instances, the characters can’t call the high command for instructions when an emergency comes up. They have to use their initiative and really, really hope they are right when the board of inquiry convenes.

In a similar vein, if the Holy Bunny Slippers are the most important religious artifact in your world, the characters should act like that all the time—or feel very daring and wicked when they make tentative jokes about wearing them. Nothing makes the reader surface like an exploding submarine faster than being told something is important, and then seeing it treated like a stale sandwich.

Oh God, the dragon is moulting again:

What do ordinary people in this world worry about? Most of the action in the Sequoyah series is in artificial environments—either space stations or ships. (or a planet, Bone, where there isn’t enough oxygen to breathe all the time). So, people worry about air a LOT. Think about our expletives. They tend to feature things we feel a sharp spike of emotion about. Sex, violence, blood, religion. So, to the Fringe people, anything to do with compromised breathing environment is a Bad Thing. Expletives I used in the series are things like “hissing leak”, “leaky gasket”, “pissing air”. And then, see step 1 above, BE CONSISTENT. Do not have people acting all nonchalant about leaks later on.

Crimes:

Crimes are committed by people who want what they can’t get, for whatever reason. In a fictional world, you can have new stuff they want, or you can have ordinary stuff that for some reason is very hard to get. If you have a scarcity that is unusual in our world, there won’t be a corresponding crime wave here-and-now. But in your alternate world, this need will have people finding criminal ways to scratch the itch. Example: on the Fringe, labor is scarce. And people can restrict mobility easily, by restricting access to spaceships for escape. Ergo, slavery happens. It has happened enough, and is enough of a temptation, that it is a capital crime in this world.

Biological science is also much more advanced. Therefore gene theft is a real thing, and also has severe punishments. Culturally, people regard it in the same light as sexual molestation—a violation of a person’s privacy and body. Moire, from our time with our mores, thinks her crew will not be willing to take the risk of rescuing the artificially created human slaves, but the crew thinks of it a gene theft and wonder why she thinks they wouldn’t take action.

Don’t change everything:

Assuming your characters are human, there will be some universals. Parents will still brag about their children and show the equivalent of pictures to all victims that can’t get away. Interactions will still involve status evaluation and negotiations. People will still get lonely/jealous/bored. Every large human gathering will have the equivalent of CMOT Dibbler trying to make a fast buck. It might be mimmoth on a stick, or Venusian mudgrub, or a cultured protein nodule, but the basic concept remains the same. The credulous and the bored will read gossip magazines with highly improbable stories—only the details of what is improbable will change. Sequoyah has the equivalent of the National Enquirer, and it features “deranged gestational facility worker switches babies” (advanced biotech=artificial wombs, but people still worry about getting the right baby back from the hospital, oh yeah, and some people are just plain nuts) and “pirates attack” (that is a hardy perennial from all eras. Everyone worries about Bad People doing Bad Things to them.) And of course, the bureaucrats you shall always have with you.

There are other ways, but these have worked for me. I hope these prove useful to you, as well.

When I was very young, 12 or so, I thought you could judge people only by the descendants they left behind.

In a way, that has a certain validity.  I mean, if you don’t have children, your genetics aren’t going to show up in future humanity.

It took me years to realize that people like Shakespeare and Heinlein had left countless non-genetic descendants.  For Shakespeare, arguably, most of western civ.  For Heinlein, only the future will tell, but I’m sort of hoping he’ll be the father of many new worlds.

Which brings us to measuring humans and your life.

Many humans and a lot of politicians are convinced he who is remembered the longest wins.

There is something to be said for that, of course.  To quote the late Sir Pterry, a man is not dead as long as his name is spoken.  And we’ll be sending Pterry’s name home in the sf/f virtual clacks for a long time to come.

I always liked when I attended worldcon, the huge display during the awards with the names of all who had gone during the year since the last worldcon.  It was useful, in terms of some of us realizing con-friends had died unexpectedly, but most of all it was “sending their name home.”  Most of us (self being exception, among a few others) leave no descendants, most (self included) are somewhat of a puzzle to birth family, most have family by choice, yes, but a lot of it scattered all over the world.  It is good to have our name spoken one last time, sent on its way with good wishes by those who knew them best/shared their passions.

Last month one of you, occasional blog readers, book readers, Odds and Huns, contacted me.  The occasion of that was OF COURSE a demand for more books.  I’m not going to name him, because I barely knew him in terms of time, and many of the readers here actually knew him and are mourning him, with more right than I have.

He could be any of you.  He pinged me on FB to demand more books, moar!  Normally I answer politely and excuse myself (no, it’s not just you.  I’m short on time.)  BUT I had become newly-fried on writing and was drinking a beer and hanging out with my posse online, anyway.  So, this gentleman and I talked books, starting with mine, moving to Kate’s (whose fan he also was) moved on to our dismal politics.

He felt like… family.  Like someone I’d known forever.  (One is tempted to believe the Mormon doctrine of pre-incarnation ensoulment sometimes, because there are people we’ve just met but have known forever.  However perhaps it suffices RES’s and my son’s theory that the soul is eternal and multidimmensional.  So sometimes you’ve known people before and after and forever (not a way to explain something out of time) our brief carnal sojourn on Earth.)

Turned out he was dying.  We had hopes.  There were experimental treatments.  But he died, suddenly, far too quickly.

In the time I knew him I got used to sending fight scenes and gun stuffery to him for proofing/suggestions.  In the time I knew him he taught me a lot.

This last week, I’ve been watching the hole he left behind in the lives of those who had contact with him.

And I think that’s the measure.  Look, if you have descendants or not might not be wholly under your control.  Sometimes you don’t meet anyone you want to have them with in time.  Sometimes health forbids it.  Sometimes it just doesn’t happen.

And as for being remembered, there are limits.  Unless you’re the new Julius Caesar, you might be remembered as much as centuries after your death, but it doesn’t last.  Human memory is frangible, ephemeral.  You might be “remembered” but that might not have ANYTHING to do with who you were actually or what you actually did.

But you can live each day as if it matters.  you can try to be as good as you can to those around you, generous with your time, gentle with the weak, fair with the strong.

You’ll fail sometimes, of course, but this is a game of averages.

Live so that when you go what you leave behind is not “Thank G-d, he’s gone” but a million little things where people think “I wish I could tell him/her this joke” and “I wish I knew what he/she thinks of this” and “man I miss him/her.”

Unraveling your myriad kindnesses and help from their lives will give your friends, relatives, acquaintances and passing strangers a momentary pain.  But it is a good pain.  It means you didn’t live or die in vain.

Right now I have eczema all over my body (not an exaggeration) and I’m going to see the doctor.

Switching Genres – Peter Grant

 

I’ve just had the fun of publishing my first Western novel.  In the process, I’m learning a lot about marketing across different genres and categories, and its implications for success.

‘Brings The Lightning’ is a considerable departure from my earlier science fiction novels, plus one volume of memoir; but there are also similarities.  Someone – I have no idea who – is alleged to have said that “Space opera is Westerns with rayguns”.  Sounds reasonable to me, particularly in the light of my Laredo War trilogy, which explicitly begins on a planet named Laredo where old-fashioned Western-style chemical firearms are deployed in the very first chapter!  There’s even (according to Wikipedia) a literary genre known as ‘Space Westerns’.  I’d never heard the term until I started researching this article, but there you are.

I got into the Western genre through three different, but mutually supportive avenues.  The first is that I was born and raised in South Africa.  Its history is not unlike that of the United States in terms of internal expansion.  The USA saw the opening of the Western frontier through early settlers and the so-called ‘Mountain Men’ in the first half of the nineteenth century.  After the Civil War, emigration to the west accelerated and expanded, so that by the end of the century the west was no longer wild, but settled.

In South Africa, internal expansion was to the east, not the west, and was driven by resentment among the Boers (descendants of the original Dutch settlers) against British colonial policies, including freeing the slaves. However, whereas in the USA settlers and emigrants overwhelmed the resident Native American tribes by sheer weight of numbers, in South Africa the opposite was true.  White settlers never amounted to more than 10% of the total population of the country, and were usually a far smaller minority in the frontier regions.

The inevitable wars between settlers and native tribes were decided by the superiority of firearms over primitive local weaponry, and by a xenophobic racism fueled by a strict, ill-educated and very primitive Calvinism. The Boers regarded black Africans as the Biblical children of Ham, and therefore subject to the so-called (and mis-named) ‘Curse of Ham’. They were regarded as divinely predestined to be in perpetual subjugation to the white race. (This, in turn, went on to form the often unspoken underpinnings of the later policy of apartheid.) Having grown up studying in school the history of colonial expansion into the African interior, and the wars with native tribes that were thus engendered, it was natural for me to see the parallels between it and white expansion into the interior of the USA.

This was reinforced by the second avenue by which I came to the genre: reading Western novels during my youth, and particularly during my military service, where they were endemic in army camps, barracks and other installations. The latter was frequently frustrating, because a book would become so tattered and worn through being handed around that the first and last few pages would often go missing. One might find a particularly engrossing tale, only to be left in ignorance of how it ended until one could get one’s hands on another, intact copy at the next base and learn how things unfolded.

The third element in my interest in the Western genre was moving to the USA in the 1990’s, and being able to see many of the places mentioned in the books for the first time. Frontier towns such as Dodge City and Abilene were no longer just names, but places I could actually visit. Exotic-sounding locales like Tucumcari (used to good effect by Sergio Leone in his ‘spaghetti Western’ movies) and Taos (infamous for its eponymous bootleg alcohol) were no longer all that exotic, but every bit as dusty and beat-down as the histories described them. I renewed my acquaintance with Westerns from the benefit of that new perspective, and enjoyed them all the more.

The big question for a writer (and, in the case of my new book, the small press that’s published it) is: how does one reach readers in a genre where one hasn’t previously written? I note from initial sales that the book is popular with readers of my blog, and the shared Mad Genius Club writers’ blog, and other books from my publisher. However, despite using categories and keywords typical of the genre, it doesn’t seem to be attracting much attention – yet – from ‘regular’ Western aficionados. That’s not surprising, given that most of them don’t know it exists yet; but what channels should be used to inform them? The genre’s been moribund for so long that it’s hard to think of a commercial outlet that will reach them.

One avenue I’m going to explore is the shooting community. The sport of Cowboy Action Shooting is very popular, and the various organizations involved have their own Web sites, forums and newsletters. Since I’m a shooter, and I’ve striven for authenticity in my descriptions of the weapons involved, there might be a natural tie-in there. I’m also going to talk to the Western Writers of America about potential marketing outlets. If anyone knows that market, I guess they will.

Finally, I’m going to have to learn to fine-tune my Search Engine Optimization (SEO). Choosing categories and keywords for the book is an important part of marketing, and knowledge in one area (such as science fiction) doesn’t necessarily carry over to another, like Westerns. My wife and I made an initial study of that area, but we’ll have to analyze closely who’s getting to my new book, and in what way. We’ll look to reinforce avenues that are proving fruitful, and modify or replace those that aren’t bringing in new readers.

This will be a long-term effort, because the picture doesn’t remain static. For example, who could have predicted, twenty years ago, that changing tastes would put ‘Mail Order Bride’-themed books – which in the past were considered to belong to the romance rather than the Western genre – squarely in the Western category on Amazon.com today, and well up in its bestseller lists? Being a traditionalist, I think that’s nothing less than heresy, but I’m sure the modern fans of those books regard that as the opinion of an unreconstructed stick-in-the-mud. Oh, well… just as long as they don’t expect me to write one!

 

 

When I was very little I was afraid of all sorts of things, including that devils/trolls/evil creatures would grab me from the back of grandma’s garden.

This was probably the result of trying to make me properly afraid of SOMETHING so I wouldn’t run up to strangers or try to pet the neighbor’s semi-feral pig, or equally crazy adventures.

But what it did was make me so afraid that I had entire sets of prayers that started playing in my head when heading out of sight of adults.  It took me till my late teens to stop the words running through my head reflexively whenever I was in trouble/scared.

These weren’t prayer as such.  I mean, they really didn’t mean much except saying these words, even when I was little.  What they did was stop me thinking.  I stopped thinking about the bad thing that could jump out or the bad thing that could happen.  They were a thought stopper.

I was talking to a younger friend, a few days ago, and he said that’s what schools teach mostly.  They teach you to “un-think”.

There are a set number of phrases and sentences, and approved thoughts.  If you deviate from them, starting when you’re very young, you get punished.  Worse, you get cast out.  You’re told you’re an awful person, not one of us, evil.

When evil is defined in terms of having an unapproved opinion/belief, and not in terms of what people DO with that opinion/belief, people become deathly afraid of their own thoughts.

This is not an invention of the progressives.  I have no idea why in heck I’m fascinated by Tudor England, but it was another such period.  If you were a Protestant/Catholic you were evil in the eyes of the other side, regardless of who you were or what you’d done or not.  They would cheerfully turn in their best friend, from whom they had nothing but good on finding he was a secret Catholic/Protestant, depending on who was in power.

They had, in their defense, more reason for this — at least rationally and explicitly — than our current-day fanatics. They thought one’s thoughts and beliefs, more or as much as one’s actions determined one’s fitness for eternal life.  So there was a lot of burn the heretic to stop the infection going on.

Of course, to an extent our current fanatics believe the same as well.  They think that people’s wrongthink is the only thing standing between them and utopia.  If they could just change humans enough!  Which means stopping humans thinking/saying/believing whatever they want, and instead believing what the fanatics wish them to.

Unfortunately what the fanatics wish us to believe goes against not just human nature, but reality.  No one in his right mind thinks that a person of pale skin has inherent “privilege” when you consider the person with pale skin can be born to a coke addicted mother in the Appalachia, and the person with dark brown skin might be the son of an upper middle class communist who married an upper class foreign polygamist, both of them with channels in the corridors of power.

As a person of relative swarth who has friends who are blond and also raised by wolves, (I lie.  Wolves would have been better parents) I never felt the overwhelming burden of their privilege.

The only people who can believe that twaddle are upper class ninnies who never had to struggle a day in their lives and, if they’re pale, believe that other people have it much worse (true) because of their tan (untrue); if they’re tan believe that anything they failed to get is the fault of “unconscious racism.”  BAH.

In the real world where people live among real people and not Marxist constructs, there is a certain recoil (unconscious) from a certain type of looks.  There are ways to get around those, often amounting to cultivating a studied upper class accent and a certain mode of dress.  Take my older son (please? He has a final today and his driving me bonkers) who is a tall, dark, bulky swarthy menace built like a football player (or a mini-Larry-Correia) and who looks inexplicably Cuban.  (I guess my African ancestors and Dan’s Amerindian ancestors met and made whoopy in his genes?)  Sure people — even I when I’m scanning for menace, not for son — will cross the street to avoid him.  This is why at thirteen or so, when the beard came in, he started wearing a button down shirt and tie every day.  NO ONE recoils from a guy in a shirt and tie, no matter how big or blunt featured.

Now, yeah, sure there are prices we pay for the fact that people who look like him are considered menacing (and that’s a statistical analysis people do, and it has bloody nothing to do with racism and a lot to do with certain communities being troubled) such as we had to pay more for his apartment to be in an area he wasn’t likely to get caught in gang crossfire with police (not literally, but possibly literally.)  Heck, given his ambiguous looks, for him not to get caught in the crossfire of rivals gangs.  But that’s okay, because as a professor of his pointed out sometime ago, he had lots of books growing up and a family that insisted he learn, so he always had “lots of privilege.”  In other words, yeah, he has some factors that tell against him.  For him he has only one: a family that told him early on the only inheritance we could give him was a good mind and the ability to use it.  So far he’s doing okay, swarthy menacing looks notwithstanding.

And in the end, in the whole question of privilege, that’s what normal people notice.  No matter who you are, if you behave like a decent human being, you will do better than people who don’t.  Also, the only real “privilege” is money and connections and (except at the highest levels of society, which I think is where they get the idea) this correlates poorly with inverse ability to tan an has for at least the 30 years I’ve been in country.

People can’t help noticing this.  Because it’s before their eyes.  And that’s just an example. There’s a ton of other things they can’t help noticing: like for instance that no, women and men AREN’T exactly the same in different bodies.  That those who work hard tend to get ahead.  That some people are just lazy/crazy, NOT victims (except of themselves) etc.

It is because they can’t avoid noticing these things — it starts as early as pre-school when my younger son noticed that contrary to cartoons, most girls don’t want to get dirty and have adventures, while most boys DO — that they learn to unthink.

Consider that a single, stray thought can get you cast out of “decent people” and you’ll understand why people start deploying magical words of unthought to cast out the bad thoughts.

This is why so often, in conversation with otherwise decent people, you say something unapproved of — say that men and women are different (without any value judgement) and they call you racist, sexist, homophobic.  Or accuse you of privilege.  Or call you a neo-nazi.

ALL of these things are ridiculous from the statement you made, and often applied to you are risible.  VISIBLY so.  That doesn’t matter, because the words are not “real” words with meaning.  They’re an incantation, a string of “unthought” to keep the person talking to you from having badthought that would get them cast out of the community of “good people.”

I remember feeling like that, though my triggers were much higher than other people’s.  Coming from Europe, though, I found all nationalism uncomfortable, having been taught NOT to feel it.  So open expressions of patriotism made me reach for the same place those prayers came from when I was little.

Until I started evaluating things in the cold light of reason, and understanding the differences between the US and Europe.  Now I still despise European blood-and-soil racialism applied to the US (not so much to Europe, not unless they come up with a version where only blond people can be German, or other a-historical nonsense.  Which a lot of them do.  But I come from a mixed country where that doesn’t apply and the idea that someone who wants to be Portuguese — I don’t know, I presume there are misplaced Portuguese born in other places because the stork was imbibing Port Wine! — needs to worship the Portuguese ancestry even if they don’t have it themselves, sounds about right.)  I despise it because we’re a covenant nation, not one of blood.  But I don’t need to reach for magical words and call those who have that idea bad names.  Only a few of them deserve those, anyway.  The rest are confused bunnies who know no REAL history.

As far as I can tell, the only cure for “unthought” is thinking.  And the only way to force someone who’s been thoroughly indoctrinated in unthought to think is to make them very uncomfortable.  It is a process like de-programming cult members.

I did it to myself when I immigrated and decided to acculturate.  How to do it to the vast majority people under 30 or so is a puzzle.  Except that life itself makes them uncomfortable enough to plant doubts.  It’s important to remember this unthought has been taught in one degree or another to three generations, and yet some of us escaped.

My guess is with what’s coming down the pipe, a lot more people can’t help escaping.

So, in addition to economic turmoil we’re going to have some very angry, confused people who know they’ve always been lied to.  The problem is that the first reaction is to fall into unthought of another kind, to turn the American left exactly on its head.  Which leads to the European right, not the American.

Be ready to offer an alternative and to tell them thought IS safe.  Thought doesn’t make you evil.  Only actions make you evil.

Teach your children well and fight unthought.  It’s all we can do.

 

 

 

*Kate is now in the process of becoming an American.  And this is why I’ll borrow beg or hitchhike to go to her swearing in ceremony.  She’s one of us. She won’t take that oath lightly.  And even despite the last 8 years and the present political insanity, she’s CHOOSING us.- SAH*

A Destiny Beyond the Crab Bucket – Kate Paulk

Nature or Nurture, DNA or Culture

 

In a sane world, the answer is “yes”.

 

It’s become self-evident that we do not live in a sane world. We have people trying to simultaneously claim that culture is race (that is, that nature/DNA is all there is) and that humans are endlessly mutable (that nurture/culture is the only factor in what we become). Meanwhile, some of the opponents of said mental midgets are claiming – without apparent irony – that DNA is destiny.

 

No, it’s not. No more than having poor parents is a guarantee of being poor one’s whole life, or that growing up in a slum means never being able to escape it. Unless, of course, you actually do believe that Nature, or DNA, is the whole sum of a person and therefore there is no free will, no ability to rise above one’s nature and become something better.

 

To which I say, bullshit. The evidence is against it. There is no tabula rasa, but there is also no predestined path determined at or before birth. We all, every last bloody one of us, have a choice in how we respond to the shit life dumps on us.

 

To claim that DNA is everything is to insult every person who has chosen to rise above shitty circumstances – to climb out of the crab pot, if one borrows Pratchett’s analogy. All of us have the ability to climb out of the crab pot that is our nature – but not all of us choose to do so.

 

To put it another way – all of us get a bunch of traits, abilities and so forth wired in. Some are more coordinated than others. Some are more intelligent. How we express those traits depends a lot on what our culture – both the local culture in our homes and the broader society we observe as we’re growing up – regards as the proper way. In Australia there’s an extremely strong streak of cutting down the tall poppies, so people with unusual abilities tend to be rather modest about them – yes, even in sports. The tendency is to attribute success to “luck” and misfortune to “not doing it right”.

 

The US cultures I’ve seen since I moved here are somewhat the opposite: success is because one worked for it and did it right, where failure is because you didn’t work or didn’t do things right.

 

Of course there are nuances: you don’t make broad sweeping generalizations without a boatload of exceptions. But the overall trend holds.

 

To claim that because someone belongs to X “victim group”, be it black lesbian unicorns with three legs or whatever they will always be this way is to claim that we are the sum total of our DNA and what happens to us – in short, that we have no free will and our choices are not our own. To reject this view and claim that DNA is destiny is equally short-sighted: DNA is the start. You can have genetic issues out the wazoo and adjust your life so their impact is minimized. You can let them hammer you and wail about your victimosity. Or anything in between.

 

Similarly, the claim that we in the West have to “accept” the atrocities committed by certain parties in the name of their disgusting ideology disguised as a religion is as bigoted as the notion that blacks or arabs (or anyone else, for that matter) are inherently more violent because DNA, and equally disprovable. Ask older American blacks (or check the statistics of the time): in the 1950s despite often blatantly bigoted policy in many parts of this nation, despite widespread poverty, there were a great many thriving black communities, with colleges and schools that – despite far less in the way of resources than their white counterparts – were the equal of many of those white counterparts, and the better of quite a few of them. The young men of those communities did not try to kill each other on a daily basis, nor did they make large swathes of inner cities no-go zones. Their descendants are hardly genetically different, as a group.

 

What has changed is the dominant culture: it’s gone from “beat whitey at his own game” – which ultimately leads to good outcomes for the largest number of people – to “whatever whitey does, do the opposite and call it good” – which does not. Why?

 

The Western culture, particularly the USA variant of it, values the individual independent from his or her ability to contribute to society at large.

 

This shows up in any number of little ways: the US habit of counting every live birth, no matter how premature, as a childbirth even if the baby only takes one breath outside the womb (which, incidentally, does interesting things to the US infant mortality stats as well as to the average expected life span); the notion of the three great inalienable rights – nobody else has this. Nobody. The other major Anglo nations (Canada, Australia, New Zealand) come close, but even they don’t go as far as the USA; the idea that an American – any American – is the equal of anybody else and this is why American Presidents traditionally do not bow to foreign royalty; hell, the arguments over damn near everything that spring up and get carried out loudly and cheerfully in public.

 

Nobody else does this. Every other culture I know about is less concerned about the rights of the individual than the USA. Even Australia, which in many ways comes closest, is more likely to favor the needs of society at large (and small) over the rights of the individual.

 

Thing is, as Sarah has mentioned a few times, when you allow the rights of the individual to take precedence, you get a whole raft of things happening, the majority of which wind up being massively beneficial to society at large and small because the misfits are able to spend more energy being themselves instead of fitting in. Hell, the non-misfits with bright ideas are able to spend more energy being themselves instead of fitting in.

 

It’s a small thing, but over the course of years and millions of people it adds up and you get the USA instead of, oh… Russia. Or China. The average Russian or Chinese person is no less capable than the average American, but both Russian and Chinese culture actively discourage individuality. The State, Mother Russia, whatever… these are more important than any individual Russian or Chinese life.

 

But be warned: America may be more resistant to the culture of conformity, but we’re not in any way immune. Our media and education system have spent decades indoctrinating us with the “society above all” culture and calling it good.

 

It isn’t. The radical American experiment has borne fruit far beyond anyone’s expectations. The poorest American has a standard of living more or less on par with middle-class Europeans (and Australians), and thinks this is normal.

 

Let’s not allow anyone who says race is culture or DNA is destiny to screw that up.

When I was very little mom used to sing a song about standard bearers.  Note the colors were different, since she wasn’t talking about the US.  It went like this, loosely translated:

Soldier in combat
If you see the standard bearer
Fall with the flag in his hands
Pick it up and raise it
A red and green rag
And you hold the country in your hands.

That always gave me chills, even when I was too young to understand the real significance, even when I didn’t know what a standard bearer was, or a war was and only knew the country was something to do with ancestors and dad was very proud of it.

Weirdly, though my allegiance to that country (which was never amazingly strong and was mostly an allegiance to dad who had an allegiance to the country is gone, and my flag is a completely different color, (well, one of them), the feeling remains, and the chill as I hear that song.

I could make a cheap comment about all of us being soldiers in combat in the culture war, but I wont.  Sure, I stuck my neck out and potentially lost the possibility of a normal traditional career.  Sure, someone could come for me eventually.  But those deaths are unlikely to be a death in combat.

It takes a special kind of courage to face death in combat and do it anyway.

And today we honor those who paid the ultimate sacrifice.

*If you weren’t around here yesterday, we’re giving away free stuff and discounted stuff here: Start of Summer Indie Author Sale*

My childhood upbringing included a lot of jokes about Spaniards.  I’m sure they’re the same type of jokes that Frenchmen tell about Englishmen and vice versa, that Germans tell about Frenchmen and vice-versa.

It is one of those funny things that liberals can’t seem to integrate in their war-as-missunderstanding meme. The more two human tribes live close to/know each other, the more they cordially hate each other.  And of course mate.  I mean, there is this whole “Fight, trade and f*ck” that goes with human tribes being near neighbors.  but fight and unkind jokes are definitely always a part of the package.

One of the jokes my mom used to tell — not so much a joke as an allusion to one — was to say “You almost went like the Spaniard’s donkey,” usually when I was very little and she was late feeding me or something.

I don’t know how many times I asked her to explain — my kids for a while would need to have certain things explained every month or every week.  Kids’ memories are funny — but around ten or so the explanation stuck.

It was from a story about a Spaniard who inherited a donkey and who decided to save money by getting it used not to eat.  “And then when it was perfectly fine with not eating, the d*mn donkey died!”

It seems like a stupid joke, and your immediate impulse, even if you were raised in Portugal is to say “oh, come on.  Not even Spaniards.”

But a great part of the trick of a socialist regime is to do exactly that.  To figure out how to get the donkey used to as little as possible without killing it.

Places like Cuba prove you can go pretty damn far into starving the donkey, if you do it in such a way that first it feels threatened from outside or that it’s getting a little more food than before (while the people who didn’t flee consume what the ones who fled left behind.  The Nazis pulled a similar trick, redistributing their victims wealth to others to give a brief appearance of prosperity.)  And then reduce, and reduce and reduce.

The trick is to balance on the knife edge, between starving the donkey and getting it used to not eating.

There are tricks to keep it going.  The USSR invaded/plundered/exploited much of the third world (while calling the US exploiters and imperialists.  It seems this mirror-trick is a specialty of socialists, as well) which kept its people at home from going too far down in lifestyle.  And Cubans for a long time were their mercenaries, their Hessians, in American revolution terms.  So they too had plunder as well as time abroad oppressing other victim– er… beneficiaries of the glorious revolution.  What they did in the abandoned Portuguese colonies in Africa doesn’t bear describing, nor does it need to be.  Remember the mirror.  “Think of the worst racist colonialist power.  That.”

But sooner or later — sooner if your leaders are total asshats — you fall off the knife’s edge.  It always happens.  The question is always “how much socialism can a human society take in before it dies?” and the answer is always “Depends on how slowly you introduce it.”  See Europe for slow slid.  And us for slower one.

Thing is, there is no such thing as a therapeutic dose of socialism.  It’s not even as near-term beneficial as arsenic.

Because the problem with socialism is that it empowers envy.  And envy is the most destructive emotion/force in human society.  Envy makes you incapable of creating, and incapable of cooperating.  You can’t create, because you’re consume with rage at what others created.  And you can’t cooperate, because you’re sure what they have was stolen from you.

Each of us knows his own capabilities, of course.  Well, we do if we’ve not been raised with self-esteem education, though I suspect even those people know it.

So we know what we can do.  Heinlein talked about how “luck is how morons explain the work of genius.”  This is true and isn’t.  A lot of what is called luck is actually hard work and positioning.  And sometimes just insane amounts of hard work.  For instance, all of our friends consider Dan and I too lucky to live.  Actually we fail at most things we try.  We just try harder (like Avis.)

But there is also luck.  J. K. Rowling would never have crossed the Atlantic in book sales pre-Amazon, then in its early days.

Envy makes you look at EVERYTHING other people have and accomplish as luck and therefore as “unfair.”  It also turns it inward, because you know you’re not lucky.  You know how much effort goes into your breaks.  And when you decide you’re not lucky, you stop being able to do and create.

If on top of that you, like Marx, believe the world is a finite pie, it amps up your envy and hate to eleven, because it means those breaks other people are having SHOULD be yours.  You know you’re better than your circumstances.

And the finite pie eventually stretches to everything.  There is an article making the rounds of the net about how reading to your kids gives you an unfair advantage.  I wish it were satire, but I know one of my kids got told by a teacher that he had “a lot of privilege” at a time when we were barely making it to the end of the month in groceries, because he’d told his teacher that we often pinched money from groceries for books.

In fact, the very concept of privilege is a creation of finite pie and envy. I mean, sure, some people have advantages.

Take for instance a child who wishes to write science fiction and fantasy for a living.  Who do you think would have more privilege?  Someone born to a wealthy NYC family who put her through the best schools in the hub of publishing where she could make all the contacts, or a girl born in a village in Portugal, where they don’t speak English, and where the very concept of science fiction is alien.

And yet, both I and that girl from NYC are professional science fiction writers.  Sure, I had to battle a lot harder to get there, but then I wanted it badly enough.

There is no way to make everyone’s circumstances at birth equal.  We’re all born with different IQs and more importantly different drives.  We want different things.  Even if we were all issued robots as parents, some robot would malfunction and create an inequality of circumstances, let alone what people are BORN with.

You can’t make people stop reacting to pretty people better than to ugly ones.  You can’t make smart people as dumb as the dumbest.  Even if you legislate that, people will get around it.

Which bring us to socialism.  You see, socialists are not the children of the Enlightenment or the American revolution.  (Yes, I know there are a bunch of confused people out there.  I’ve read them.  Rolls eyes.)

Yes, they called themselves that, but so what?  Socialists call themselves a lot of things, like a bad Chinese restaurant changing names.

The French Revolution was the bourgeoisie (which is to say a group of people who were the rulers in all but name, overturning and arrogating to themselves the power of those who had it before.)  This is pretty much every socialist revolution ever.

And to get the people on their side, they manipulated them with envy and the idea of zero sum (though not articulated because Alas, Marx hadn’t been born.)

They promised to make people EQUAL.  Not equal before the law, but equal.  This promise can only be fulfilled by a procrustean process of subtraction.  Because the government creates nothing, it only steals and redistributes.

So the French revolution ended in fire and blood fairly quickly.  But post-Marx its descendants perfected the expropriation-redistribution-denial more and more till they can progressively starve a country and its people adapt to each lower level, stop noticing the descent, until they hit bottom, which — looks at Europe — can be along way down.  Particularly when invaders are brought in to support the government on that descent, invaders for whom the new circumstances are an improvement.

Do not be fooled into thinking this isn’t happening with us.  I bet if you tally the last eight years, you can point to a dozen things that you’ve cut back on.  Staycations were always a thing with us, but we’re doing them less often.  Also going out to eat, also my taking classes.  Just a dozen little things aren’t happening, but we’re so rich and they’re so minor we haven’t noticed.

The thing is we are both the donkeys fed on pound cake (another of Mom’s thing “like feeding donkeys on poundcake.”  If she explained that one, I didn’t get it, and the donkey who won’t sit still.

Our socializification started as early as Europe’s.  Look at FDR and Wilson, sometime.  And while we have here and there clawed a little bit back, at the level of government and taxes we’re not markedly different.  (Not when you add in the stuff we pay to city taxes and local taxes.)

The difference is the American… legend.  The whole rags to riches story makes it impossible — unless you’re exquisitely brought up or a government dependent — for us to wholly buy the socialist envy narrative.

Enough of us retain a clear enough head to CREATE that we keep running ahead of the grey wolf of socialism.

The internet, ecommerce, new tech in movies and music and publishing are just part of that.  Without the new tech those fields would be dead as dead already.

But they’re running ahead of the wolf.  Without throwing other people behind.

Of course, if we don’t start winning that race, it will just be a REALLY slow descent.

So, to you, particularly the younger ones, I say: refuse to accept the socialist tyranny of mediocre expectations.  If you want something badly enough you still can do it.  Yes, the promotion of cronies and party apparatchiks is actually legitimately unfair.  But you wouldn’t want to win like that.  You’re better than that.  So, don’t envy them.

Piss off a socialist today.  Go out and create something that makes money.

 

 

At this point I can’t hide it from you.  Yep.  I know.  You have eyes like the eagle and noses like the fox and minds like something that has really big minds, and frankly, I wish you’d get all that integrated because you look really funny.

Yep. I’m sick.  Well, for me the thing is up in the air.  I’m either really, really sick, or I’m suffering one of those “I’ve never seen an auto-immune attack like this.”  I mean, I am suffering immune attack from h*ll.  You can tell by the fact there’s no skin left on my arms, I’m wheezing and I walk like my legs are broken.  (And then only by the power of ibuprofen.)

You can also tell I have lack of oxygen because I can’t concentrate for sh*t, which is a why a week of writing yielded almost nothing. And because I a) forgot to call to reschedule my driver’s lesson despite stickies everywhere reminding me.  Yeah, okay, that could be aversion, but you know what’s not aversion b) forgot to call my dad on his birthday (not that it would have done me any good.  My phone is inexplicably blocking international calls, which must be fixed.) c) forgot my grocery list when we went to the store (not the one on the fridge, the one in my head.  d) keep feeling like I’m mildly doped and very sleepy.

However all of that just got upped to 11 this morning.  AND to complete my joy, Dan is showing the same symptoms.  We close on Tuesday and I WANT to have Darkship Revenge to Baen by then, which will take all my will power, but it’s okay I write better when half-drunk and this is a similar state.  (Yes, Dr. Freud, I do have issues letting go.  No, Dr. Freud, I’m not Elsa, and H*ll, no, Dr. Freud, I don’t want a girlfriend.)

What is going to suffer is Royal Blood which at this point won’t come out till next month, the collections I’ve been working on for both me and the boys, and the short story I promised you to push Through Fire.  Which means Through Fire will suffer too.  Yes, I know, eventually it will come out in paper and Baen will support it and stuff, but right now it’s underperforming even my vamp books.

So if you guys have a little extra love to throw at it, even though it’s not on sale, and even if you don’t normally buy Amazon, please do.  And if you already read it and liked it, please review, particularly if you’re a verified purchaser on Amazon.

And now that Kleines Summer Sale I promised.  Lots of our regulars, and I myself have a bunch of free stuff.

If you want to go to Azounding and increase our hits, go for it:

Start of Summer Indie Author Sale

(Yeah I’m full of requests today.  Deal.)

If not, here are the books, same as in Azounding:

Need something new to read for the long weekend? Looking for a new series to start or want to discover a new author? Check out the following e-books. Of course, the standard disclaimer applies. Always check the price before clicking the purchase button. Some of these books are already on sale and others will go on sale over the next 24 hours.

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Stardogs

By Dave Freer

On sale for $2.99

The Interstellar Empire of Man was built on the enslavement of the gentle Stardogs, companions and Theta-space transporters of the vanished Denaari Dominion. But the Stardogs that humans found can’t go home to breed, and are slowly dying out.

As the ruthless Empire collapses from its rotten core outward, an Imperial barge is trapped on top of a dying Stardog when an attempted hijacking and assassination go horribly wrong. Trying to save its human cargo, the Stardog flees to the last place anyone expected – the long-lost Denaari motherworld.

Crawling from the crash are the Leaguesmen who control the Stardogs’ pilots by fear and force, and plan to assassinate Princess Shari, the criminal Yak gang, who want to kill everyone and take control of a rare Stardog for their own, and an entourage riddled with plots, poisons, and treason. But Shari and her assassin-bodyguard have plans of their own…

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Sword And Blood (Vampire Musketeer Book 1)

PRICE REDUCED TO $2.99

By Sarah Hoyt

The France of the Musketeers has changed. Decades ago, someone opened a tomb in Eastern Europe, and from that tomb crawled an ancient horror, who in turn woke others of its kind.
Now Paris is beset by vampires, the countryside barren and abandoned. The Cardinal has become a vampire, the church is banned, the king too cowed to fight.
Until now, the three Musketeers, Athos, Porthos and Aramis have stood as a bulwark against the encroaching evil, their swords defending the innocent and helpless.
But last night, in a blood mass, Athos was turned into a Vampire. And a young vampire orphan has just arrived from Gascony: Monsieur D’Artagnan.
Things are about to get… complicated.

Death of a Musketeer (Musketeers Mysteries Book 1)

FREE AT NOON 5/28

by Sarah Hoyt

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 fate 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.

Ill Met By Moonlight (Magical Shakespeare Book 1)

FREE AT NOON 5/28

by Sarah Hoyt

Young Will Shakespeare is a humble school master who arrives home to find his wife and infant daughter, Susannah are missing, kidnapped by the fairies of Arden Woods, the children of Titania and Oberon. His attempts at rescue are interrupted and complicated by a feud over throne of fairyland, between Sylvanus, king regnant, and his younger brother Quicksilver who is both more and less than he seems. Amid treachery, murder, duel and seduction, Shakespeare discovers the enchantment of fairyland, which will always remain with him, for good and ill.

 Witchfinder (Magical Empires Book 1)

ON SALE FOR $2.99

by Sarah Hoyt

In Avalon, where the world runs on magic, the king of Britannia appoints a witchfinder to rescue unfortunates with magical power from lands where magic is a capital crime. Or he did. But after the royal princess was kidnapped from her cradle twenty years ago, all travel to other universes has been forbidden, and the position of witchfinder abolished. Seraphim Ainsling, Duke of Darkwater, son of the last witchfinder, breaks the edict. He can’t simply let people die for lack of rescue. His stubborn compassion will bring him trouble and disgrace, turmoil and danger — and maybe, just maybe, the greatest reward of all.

Wings

by Sarah Hoyt

FREE AT NOON 5/28

From Elizabethan England to the Far Future, discover who really was Shakespeare and why Marlowe was called The Muses Darling. Discover the horrifying secret that Leonardo DaVinci found beneath a cave in his home village. In the far future, find a new way to keep Traveling, Traveling. Use cold sleep to find your love again, and join the (high tech) Magical Legion.
Seventeen short stories from Prometheus Award Winning Author, Sarah A. Hoyt. This edition features an Introduction by Dave Freer and a Bonus Short Story “With Unconfined Wings.”

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BURNOUT

by Stephanie Osborn

ON SALE FOR 99c

Burnout is a science fiction mystery about a Space Shuttle disaster that turns out to be no accident. As the true scope of the disaster is gradually uncovered by the principal investigators, “Crash” Murphy and Dr. Mike Anders, they find themselves running for their lives, as lovers, friends and coworkers involved in the investigation perish around them. What happened to the Shuttle? Who is responsible and why? Why is the government calling it an accident? Why is someone willing to kill to keep it a secret? And how big is the conspiracy?

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The Case of the Displaced Detective: The Arrival

by Stephanie Osborn

ON SALE FOR 99 C

Displaced Detective is a science fiction mystery in which brilliant hyperspatial physicist, Dr. Skye Chadwick, discovers there are alternate realities, often populated by those we consider only literary characters. Her pet research, Project: Tesseract, hidden deep under Schriever AFB, finds Continuum 114, where Sherlock Holmes was to have died along with Moriarty at the Reichenbach Falls. Knee-jerking, Skye rescues Holmes, who inadvertently flies through the wormhole to our universe, while his enemy plunges to his death. Unable to go back without causing devastating continuum collapse, Holmes must stay in our world and adapt.

Meanwhile, the Schriever AFB Dept of Security discovers a spy ring working to dig out the details of – and possibly sabotage – Project: Tesseract.

Can Chadwick help Holmes come up to speed in modern investigative techniques in time to stop the spies? Will Holmes be able to thrive in our modern world? Is Chadwick now Holmes’ new “Watson” – or more?

And what happens next?

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Sherlock Holmes and the Mummy’s Curse

by Stephanie Osborn

ON SALE FOR $ 1.99

Holmes and Watson. Two names linked by mystery and danger from the beginning.

Within the first year of their friendship and while both are young men, Holmes and Watson are still finding their way in the world, with all the troubles that such young men usually have: Financial straits, troubles of the female persuasion, hazings, misunderstandings between friends, and more. Watson’s Afghan wounds are still tender, his health not yet fully recovered, and there can be no consideration of his beginning a new practice as yet. Holmes, in his turn, is still struggling to found the new profession of consulting detective. Not yet truly established in London, let alone with the reputations they will one day possess, they are between cases and at loose ends when Holmes’ old professor of archaeology contacts him.

Professor Willingham Whitesell makes an appeal to Holmes’ unusual skill set and a request. Holmes is to bring Watson to serve as the dig team’s physician and come to Egypt at once to translate hieroglyphics for his prestigious archaeological dig. There in the wilds of the Egyptian desert, plagued by heat, dust, drought and cobras, the team hopes to find the very first Pharaoh. Instead, they find something very different…

Noted Author Stephanie Osborn (Creator of the Displaced Detective series) presents the first book in her Sherlock Holmes, Gentleman Aegis series – Sherlock Holmes and the Mummy’s Curse, the debut volume of Pro Se Productions’ Holmes Apocrypha imprint.

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Tales from the Uplands

By Alma Boykin

Free!

Uncanny things haunt the high country, where mountains bring justice and men tell mysterious tales. A place where churches seek the lost and deadly forces lurk below the peaks.

Contains eight short stories drawn from locations and legends of Central Europe, including the Drachenberg version of a famous folk-tale, and an excerpt from the next Cat Among Dragons novel.

Four Dragon Tales

By Alma Boykin

New Release!

If dragons walked the earth . . .

From a missing hiker (with really bad taste) in the Appalachians to WYRD and Drako’s Dark Roast all-night show, to a water-expert with a talon-t for trouble, and a search for justice, this quartet of stories explore life in a world where dragons and humans live side-by-side.

Short story set, 15,000 words.

Mischief, murder, mayhem, and music to rock the night away!

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The Scent of Metal (Argonauts of Space Book 1)

By Sabrina Chase

On Sale for $1.99

The expedition ship Kepler races to Pluto, intent on uncovering the secrets of the alien structure recently discovered under the ice. Computer scientist Lea Santorin can’t wait to figure out the alien technology. Instead, she wakes it up … and it continues its long-interrupted journey across the galaxy, taking Lea and Kepler with it.

Jinxers

By Sabrina Chase

On Sale for $0.99

Young Jin survives on his own in the streets of Thama, using his wits and climbing skills to find food and shelter. On a bitterly cold night, desperate to avoid freezing, he enters the burned wreckage of a long-abandoned warehouse searching for anything of value. Searching despite the danger—for the warehouse once belonged to jinxers, and no one knows how their magic works…or how long it remains. Jin discovers a beautiful crystal sphere in the ashes—and suddenly finds himself transported to the desert world of Darha.

His foreign appearance immediately brands him an outsider, and he must rely on his Darha friends to conceal him from the mysterious rulers of the local fort. But Jin must face the fort’s dangers—for inside may lie the key to his return to Thama…and the key to his own hidden magic powers.

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Hunted (Hunter’s Moon Book 1)

By Ellie Ferguson

Free!

When Meg Finley’s parents died, the authorities classified it as a double suicide. Alone, hurting and suddenly the object of the clan’s alpha’s desire, her life was a nightmare. He didn’t care that she was grieving any more than he cared that she was only fifteen. So she’d run and she’d been running ever since. But now, years later, her luck’s run out. The alpha’s trackers have found her and they’re under orders to bring her back, no matter what. Without warning, Meg finds herself in a game of cat and mouse with the trackers in a downtown Dallas parking garage. She’s learned a lot over the years but, without help, it might not be enough to escape a fate she knows will be worse than death. What she didn’t expect was that help would come from the local clan leader. But would he turn out to be her savior or something else, something much more dangerous?

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Take The Star Road (The Maxwell Saga Book 1)

By Peter Grant

On Sale from May 28-30

Nineteen-year-old Steve Maxwell just wants to get his feet on the star road to find a better homeworld. By facing down Lotus Tong thugs, he earns an opportunity to become a spacer apprentice on a merchant spaceship, leaving the corruption and crime of Earth behind. Sure, he needs to prove himself to an older, tight-knit crew, but how bad can it be if he keeps his head down and the decks clean?

He never counted on the interstellar trade routes having their own problems, from local wars to plagues of pirates – and the jade in his luggage is hotter than a neutron star. Steve’s left a world of troubles behind, only to find a galaxy of them ahead…

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Nocturnal Origins (Nocturnal Lives Book 1)

By Amanda S. Green

Free!

Some things can never be forgotten, no matter how hard you try.

Detective Sergeant Mackenzie Santos knows that bitter lesson all too well. The day she died changed her life and her perception of the world forever.It doesn’t matter that everyone, even her doctors, believe a miracle occurred when she awoke in the hospital morgue. Mac knows better. It hadn’t been a miracle, at least not a holy one. As far as she’s concerned, that’s the day the dogs of Hell came for her.

Investigating one of the most horrendous murders in recent Dallas history, Mac also has to break in a new partner and deal with nosy reporters who follow her every move and who publish confidential details of the investigation without a qualm.

Complicating matters even more, Mac learns the truth about her family and herself, a truth that forces her to deal with the monster within, as well as those on the outside.But none of this matters as much as discovering the identity of the murderer before he can kill again.

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Ninth Euclid’s Prince

By Daniel M. Hoyt

ON SALE FOR $2.99

Welcome to New Rome!

The far-flung heirs of the empire have been called home to the capital of worlds. In these mean streets, no wife is above suspicion, and no man above assassination. With the Emperor poisoned and prince Oswald in jail, Ninth Euclid, a mathematically gifted secretary from a rural backwater, must solve the knottiest problem of all: How will he keep his liege lord safe from daggers in the back and politically scheming trollops in the night?

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Cat’s Paw (King of Cats Book 1)

ON SALE FOR $2.99

By Robert A. Hoyt

Many humans know there is a mountain at the end of the universe to which a bird flies every thousand years to sharpen its beak, until the end of the mountain comes, and thus the end of eternity. What few of them know is that of the mountain only a few small grains of sand remain. And the bird that is to end eternity is alive and ready to fly. At half past noon at the end of the universe, the last great hopes of everything that exists, ever existed or has yet to exist, rests with a stray cat with alcohol issues, a Siamese cat with gender issues, and a Persian cat with pregnancy issues. Things are just about to get fun.

Ratskiller (King of Cats)

By Robert A. Hoyt

FREE AT NOON 5/28

… Long before the bird reared its ugly beak, there was beer. And lots of it.

In the humble world of alley cats, Tom has everything he needs: interesting enemies, a long list of girl cats who’d like to scratch his eyes out, and enough beer to make sure his repressed memories and his mysterious destiny stay repressed.

Until Wild Rat microbrewery shuts down.

To restore his favorite beer to its former glory, Tom will have to fight prissy bureaucrats, streetwise alley cats, and Broxton’s most barbaric rats. And behind it all, an evil so great that even Broxton’s most hardened rodents dare not squeak of it.

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ConVent (The Vampire Con Series Book 1)

By Kate Paulk

ON SALE FOR 99c

A vampire, a werewolf, an undercover angel and his succubus squeeze. Whoever picked this team to save the world wasn’t thinking of sending the very best. But then, since this particular threat to the universe and everything good is being staged in science fiction conventions, amid people in costume, misfits and creative geniuses, any conventional hero would have stood out. Now Jim, the vampire, and his unlikely sidekicks have to beat the clock to find out who’s sacrificing con goers before all hell breaks loose — literally.

ConVent is proof that Kate Paulk’s brain works in wonderfully mysterious ways. A sarcastic vampire, his werewolf best buddy, an undercover angel and his succubus squeeze. The “Save the world” department really messed it up this time.

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Pixie Noir (Pixie for Hire Book 1)

By Cedar Sanderson

$0.99 from May 27-30

You can’t keep a tough Pixie down…

Lom is a bounty hunter, paid to bring magical creatures of all descriptions back Underhill, to prevent war with humans should they discover the strangers amongst them. Bella is about to find out she’s a real life fairy princess, but all she wants to do is live peacefully in Alaska, where the biggest problems are hungry grizzly bears. He has to bring her in. It’s nothing personal, it’s his job…

Memories of the Abyss

By Cedar Sanderson

Free from May 27-30

Violet is trapped in the prison of her own mind. Her body is dwelling in the insane asylum, but when her friend Walter is killed, she must make a decision to avenge his death, or stay safely locked in her own broken soul. He’d drawn her out of her shell, and she finds she still has honor left… But will anyone believe the crazy woman?

 

 

Destroying our heroes – William Lehman

So now, I’m told http://www.newsarama.com/29456-brevoort-on-captain-america-steve-rogers-1-shocker-we-knew-it-would-be-like-slapping-people-in-the-face.html that Steve Rogers is, and always was, a Nazi. Ya know, in the great circus that is life, such a little thing as this, and compared to a possible war with China, the disaster that this presidential election is, a Submarine nuclear missile capable North Korea, a president that’s selling our country down the unsanitary estuary, the trials and tribulations of my own  life etc. etal. This is really a little thing, should not bother me, but it does.

I quit reading comic books in fourth grade or so (that would have been in the 1970s) so it’s truly only of academic and theoretical interest… But it still pisses me off, and way more than it should.

The thing is this: we (and by we, I mean society and specifically you rat bastard self-designated keepers of society’s values, IE the media) have gone about utterly destroying anything like a good role model, first:

By destroying any dead man’s legacy, if they were the sorts of role models that existed in the era prior to 1970, which could be found.

Then by making sure that everyone knows the failings and falling short of any living man who might step up to be a hero.

Now because that isn’t enough, we’re going to destroy any FICTIONAL character that may be considered a role model!

Then we (again that societal we) will sit around and wring our hands at how the criminal element is so strong, the men are brutes, the women are sluts, drug addiction and crime in the streets etc etc etc.

The author of this particular bit of buggery says: “We knew it would be like slapping people in the face,” confessed Brevoort. “The idea of Captain America means something very primal and very strong to the people of this nation, and they have a very visceral reaction when you get to something like that. You want people to feel and react to your story. So far, so good.”  OK so he admits that he’s trying to piss off his audience…

Now I am aware that there is a certain section of the artistic community that feels that if they’re not offending and shocking their audience, they’re not making “art”.  As an aside, I note that this same set of Avant Guard morons can’t figure out why they aren’t making any money, and write it off to “the fools just can’t understand my work”.   This mind set has however, no place in Comic books for pity’s sake!

I can’t say that I’ll make the coffers of Marvel any smaller by boycotting their work, because as I mentioned, the last time I bought a comic book it was with lawn mowing money.  Still, I think this goes to damn far.

Further I see this as part of a grand conspiracy. Now, hold on, before you tell me my tin foil hat is too tight, I’m not saying that the members of this conspiracy ACTIVELY conspired, each and every one of them, to tear apart the values of the nation.  It’s not that simple.  What I am saying is that the news headquarters for all the major news networks, newspaper conglomerates, publishers, etc (the self-designated arbiters of culture) are clustered in two relatively small areas (I’m talking 40 miles square or so each) and they all know and party with each other.  They all go to the same schools, send their children and protégés to the same schools, and have a “group think”.

We saw our first evidence of that group think back in 1968, when someone that I had admired, and as the child that I was then, believed, told me that the Tet offensive was a horrible defeat, and we had lost Vietnam.  I was raised thinking that Walter Cronkite was “the most honest man on TV”, so when he says we got our butt kicked in ‘Nam, well of course I and my family believed him.  As we know now, that was bullshit.  The Tet was a massive disaster militarily for the NVA, and in fact we never again faced them on the field of battle.  The Tet should have been their Collodion Fields.  It wasn’t, because after we destroyed over half their troops on the field, in exchange for casualties that were damn light in comparison we allowed ourselves to be told we had lost the battle and the war.

It was shortly after that, we started seeing the rise of the “anti-hero” in the media, and on the screen, and we started reading articles about how Audi Murphy was an alcoholic and general dirt-bag, Babe Ruth was an alcoholic womanizing racist, Captain O’Kane and Adm Burke where genocidal, etc…

Oh I’m sure that there’s no one guy sitting back in a room somewhere orchestrating this stuff (though if I had to list a suspect, George Soros leaps immediately to mind) No it’s more of a group think thing, done by conversations at dinner parties, and over drinks.  It’s created by contempt for the masses of this country that live in what these folks dismissively call “fly over country”.

It’s an attempt to “fundamentally change” America (now where have I heard that before?)   And now that they’ve destroyed all the living and dead heroes that they can, they’re going after those that exist only in our imaginations, because in spite of everything they’ve done to date, there are still those that cling to their values of honesty, loyalty, patriotism, liberty etc… and these things are anathema to the left.

There seems to be this idea that if we can just get the kids early enough, we’ll have achieved our goal of making the nation over in our image.  So suddenly we get dark and brooding superman, who wonders if saving the nation and the whole “Truth, Liberty and the American way” thing is right after all.  And we get THIS SHIT, a Captain America who’s secretly a Hydra agent. (of course all of his story to date would indicate that he’s the WORST secret agent in history, as he’s foiled more plots by Hydra, and stopped more global domination schemes by them than Michael Moore has eaten cheeseburgers)  I say ENOUGH.  These clods have not only declared a social-political war for the heart of America, they’ve decided to use my children and grandchildren as pawns in the fight.

Folks it’s time to fight back.  Fight with your wallet, fight with your stories and tales of heroism and bravery, and if it comes to it, fight with that fourth box we really don’t want to break open.