There was an Argentinian (I think) comic I read when I was young that had a strip saying something like “Why can’t we have government by the people?” “Because then government would be full of sandwich wrappers and sausage casings.”

I found this hilarious, because the fight to get people to stop littering is still ongoing in Portugal. (Partly due to a lack of adequate trash service, partly because Portuguese have a problem understanding laws apply to each of them. They tend to think of laws as things that happen to other people.)

However this is the sneering attitude towards “the people” that we’re finding from our “elites.”

Look, sure, you don’t need to talk to me about the “dangers of populism” viewed as “of large masses of people wound up and thrown at someone.” I remind you I grew up with crowds of people with raised fists and screaming “the people united shall never be defeated.” Weirdly our elites approve of that kind of thing, as well as of “direct democracy.”

Or actually, not weird at all, since what they want is the APPEARANCE of having the people with them. That’s not, apparently, “populism” not in the sense that populism is bad.

And here I’m sure I’m going to piss off some of my libertarian friends who’ve become used to sneering at Trump as “populist” as though that were a bad thing.

Get a grip, okay? First, Trump is not “populist” except as understood as “the people want him.” Because the people obviously do. Is he saying things to be liked? Are you for real now? Give me the name of a politician who doesn’t. And at that, Trump is the one who does it least in my memory.

As far as that goes, Trump is less likely to use “populist” rethoric, as it always was understood than practically anyone else in politics in the last hundred years. Think about it, please. Does he get on a podium and talk about crushing the Russians, the Chinese, minorities, or whoever the grand pubbahs view people as hating?

If you’re going to talk “says what the people want to hear” Ron DeSantis is far more populist than Trump. (I mentioned long ago that it struck me wrong that all the things DeSantis preened about where “socon goals.” And I say this as someone who agrees with a lot of those, like “keep pron out kids’ hands” and “Parental rights trump state’s rights.” BUT the fact those were the achievements he touted above any others struck me as profoundly wrong in the sense of “what government thinks the people want.”)

Trump has principles. They’re bizarre as you’d expect of a NYC real estate developer. But they are his, and he’s not selling them to anyone. He hasn’t touted a big religious conversion — and every politician thinks the way to appeal to people is to be hyper-religious. Particularly if they’re not — and his own rather muddled views come through. He hasn’t scrupled from having gay friends, and he had gay appointees. He refused to stomp down on the BLM unrest because he didn’t want to usurp states rights. (Same with lockdowns. He asked governors to lift them, but respected states’ rights too much to ORDER it.) Just about the only thing he promises that people really really really want — okay, two things — is a stop to unending open borders, and drill, baby drill. And if you really are against those, I would like a cogent explanation. Because the people on the ground, facing the consequences of untrammeled immigration with no assimilation (in a welfare state) and of very expensive fuel are for them for a REASON. It’s not unthinking.

If he’s a “populist” he’s a very weird definition of one. Or not one at all. The truth is that “populism” is now being used as “Someone the majority of the people like.” And using populism in that sense is the equivalent of our elites saying “We know we stole the election and no one wants us here. So we will demonize the will of the people, and make it seem like people getting to vote for their representatives is WRONG.”

Look at Nancy Pelosi railing against the “Populism” that prevents people from giving up their guns, and has them too blinded by G-d and “gays” to see how the progressives want to do good things for them.

Look, her opponent is an idiot — and not an American — by saying that Trump should have “Accepted” the election results. I’ll assume he doesn’t understand mathematics or didn’t watch the results come in. NO ONE should accept impossible results that almost guarantee an election was tampered with. That’s known as disenfranchising the people, and any American should be revolted at the idea. There’s nothing sacred against election results. If there’s sufficient reason to SUSPECT let alone prove tampering, they should be examined, investigated and dissected. Which always happened till 2020. In 2020 the results were untouchable because they couldn’t stand examination. In the same way her opponent seems to only know the “made for TV” bs about January 6th. Taking a guided tour of the capitol is no insurrection, and no one should feel they have to bow to little Nancy’s insanity on that. Between the grey goose and the botox her two brain cells might be addled enough she believes it was an insurrection, but we don’t have to indulge her.

However, he’s right on populism. What is wrong with populism, or with listening to the people? What right do people like Grey Goose Nancy have to determine what’s best for us and cram it down our throats?

Sure, I’m religious. I do not however have a problem with either gay people or atheists. Do other people? I’m sure there are some. In the vast expanse of the US there are probably some benighted communities that dislike gays and atheists. Are there many that dislike them enough to violate their rights? Well…. We do have some majority Muslim communities I wouldn’t encourage Queers for Palestine to invade. But other than that? By and large, with the exception — always — of running into outright crazy people, no matter what TV delights in making up about flyover country, the biggest danger gay people or atheists or even gun grabbers run in flyover country is having someone be very rude to them. Or more likely — as someone else who tends to ping isolated communities as an outsider — have someone be VERY NICE TO THEM with a PATRONIZING undertone. (Please for the love of Bob, don’t shout at me. While I’m deaf, and I have an accent, I DO in fact understand English. Because of the quality of my deafness shouting actually makes it less likely I’ll understand you. And don’t for the love of Bob try to explain words like “warning” to me. Okay? I know this is all because you’re trying to be nice, so I’ll grin and bear it, but really.)

Americans by and large, possibly because of pioneer background, but more likely because of immigration in the 20th century, tend to be more live and let live than any of these would-be-elites understand.

The truth is the entire “anti-populism” movement is that of the “educated” trying to distinguish themselves from the masses they consider too stupid to know their own good. In its kind, it is an explicitly anti-representative-government movement. And as such it should be despised by all thinking human beings.

I don’t care if Nancy disapproves of my religious faith. It is none of her business. I don’t care if Nancy thinks she wants to do something good for my gay friends, who I’m sure would far prefer to be armed and left alone. (My gay friends are mostly sane. Also libertarian.)

In fact, I don’t care what any experts say about what I believe or how I should be living my life. I don’t even care if they sneer at me and call me stupid. I’ve been called stupid by FAR better people than they are. (And in a couple of instances, I actually was being stupid.)

I’ve also been sneered at and called stupid by mental midgets because I refused to follow the crowd and parrot back “the smart thing” of the moment. Like, say, most of the traditional publishing establishment. I was outright told my books would be pushed, if I wrote as I was instructed, and I refused to do it. How can that be anything other than stupidity?

And that’s part of it. The “elites” have no principles and no morals. They move only by the rule of “what’s good for me” and “what will give me power.” Therefore they’re curiously blind to anyone following higher principles. And they class those as stupidity. So to them the vast majority of the West is filled with “stupid people.” (And this is before we get to the rest of the world, of which they know nothing.)

Their use of ‘populism’ means “what those stupid people want.” And therefore they feel entitled to override it, because after all they want to do what’s “best for them.”

But PERSONALLY? I’m not going to tell anyone they can’t want to live in fifteen minute cities or eat the bugs, but I don’t want it.

I want to live as I want to, and not have “elites” try to force me into doing it their way.

Is my way better? I don’t know. But it’s mine, arrived at using my own mind, my own circumstances and my own beliefs.

And if most of the people happen to agree with me — looks like they do, in the US at least — and the elites don’t like that, they can call me populist all they want to.

If “Populism” means “what the majority of people in a polity wants that disagrees with the trained-elites” I’ll proudly call myself populist.

Because if there’s something that the last four years — not to mention the bloody slog of the 20th century — have proven is that never, ever, ever should we give power to a self-proclaimed elite, educated in the “best” establishments and residing in some central point to control our every day lives.

That way lie mass graves, grinding poverty, or at the very least people treated as cattle.

The people — unless propagandized — aren’t united, and heaven knows the bureaucrats can yet again manage to defeat us.

But while they can suspect the mass of the people are idiots, we know the “elites” are idiots. The mask fell off these last four years.

We know them for idiotic, petty, and toddler-like in their tantrums.

And what’s once seen can never be unseen.

Ahoy the people. Let’s hear it for refusing to bow to the experts and massive passive resistance.

Let’s make them really hate us.

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FROM PAM UPHOFF: Wild West Bar and Grill

Horst Aslanov is a seventeen-year-old criminal. Or at least he aspires to be one. But his mentor is missing, the number two boss is a dictatorial idiot, and it’s hard to say if the possibility of a police raid is better or worse than the violent criminal gang moving into their area.

The Wild West Bar and Grill is a restaurant in a cross-dimensional future Moscow. Serving authentic barbeque, and tiny shows of wild west shootouts. It’s also a cover for an unlicensed brothel . . . which is an extra layer of cover for an ID hacking and brainchip forging operation. But the old forger is missing, and now Horst has to decide if he’s going to try to keep the business running . . . or go straight.

FROM ALMA T. C. BOYKIN: Hunter of Secrets: Familiar Generations

Secrets lurk below the surface, waiting, watching, restless …

Jude Tainuit, once alone and outcast, plans for his wedding. And wonders if is sister-in-law elect will survive his fiancée’s growing irritation. Aunt Martha has filled a freezer and a half with baked treats in anticipation of the pending nuptials.

Darkness rises in the north …

Jude and his Familiar, Shoim, go on alert as strange creatures fall into Devon County. Power calls them, rips holes between the planes of existence, something corrupt and blood-laced. The twisted magic beneath the Beck Farm stirs, summoning the Graff Rider. The pale horseman and the Becks share a tie, one Jude and Shoim must unravel before twisted evil reaches the surface and tears the land apart.

Secrets swirl around the living and the dead, secrets that a Hunter must unravel or all he has hoped for will be lost!

FROM NATHAN SHUMATE: The Shadow Over Vinland: and Other Tales of the Cthulhu Mythos

From the imagination of Nathan Shumate, the man behind the Space Eldritch and Redneck Eldritch anthologies and The Last Christmas Gift: A Heartwarming Holiday Tale of the Living Dead, comes this collection of ten stories of cosmic Lovecraftian horror: from the deepest prehistory to the darkest future, to that innocuous neighborhood just down the road…

FROM DAVID COLLINS: The Wrong Button

Jerry Anderson was an astronaut faced with an impossible choice: die of asphyxiation in a few hours or see if the alien pod he was transporting really was an escape pod and find out if it could actually save him.

When he enters it, he finds that the controls are unreadable, lacking anything to go on, and rapidly running out of air. He presses the blinking green button.

The next thing he knows, he isn’t human anymore, and he finds himself on a seashore, next to some birds feasting on a body that looks very similar to his new body.

He is alive, but staying alive will be a challenge, and he will be able to communicate with the locals, assuming the next ones he finds don’t kill him on sight.

FROM J. W. KERWIN: Only In Clerksburg (Brendan O’Brian Legal Thrillers Book 4)

During prep sessions in the office, Wally Pratt appeared to be the perfect expert witness. But as soon as he took the witness stand, instead of telling the jury about a shipment of gold coins that had gone missing during the Civil War, he began talking about space aliens and mind control.

Brendan O’Brian travels to the little town of Clerksburg to assist a fellow attorney who is representing professional treasure hunters suing the federal government. When the attorney mysteriously disappears, O’Brian’s one-day court appearance turns into an extended stay.

O’Brian quickly discovers that Clerksburg is anything but an ordinary town. The bank manager attempts to rob his own bank. The minister’s wife does a public striptease. The local judge has a penchant for handing out ten dollar fines. And the mysterious Merchants Association seems to have more power than elected officials.

But perhaps the strangest thing about Clerksburg is its relationship with the military base in the national forest north of town. And that turns out to be a key factor in the treasure hunters’ case against the government.

FROM TERRY M. RUWE: Space Ranger: Down the Event Horizon

Leaving the Rangers was Eddie’s way of dealing with tragedy, but the Rangers weren’t going to leave him alone even as a regular in Space Force.

When a high tech weapons theft involves Eddie’s new ship, he has to get involved. Can he stop the transfer of the stolen goods to the Alliance’s adversaries before the whole situation devolves into war? Can he save his shipmates from becoming cannon fodder?

FROM HOLLY CHISM: The Last Pendragon (Legends Book 1

“The last thing I expected when I went to grieve in the mountains was to get chased by werewolves, kidnapped by a dragon, or meet a legend. But that was exactly what happened.”–Sara Hawke

Sara Hawke, a highly-educated former PhD candidate in Linguistics, is plunged into a situation that strains her skepticism: first she meets a pack of werewolves while camping on the night of the full moon, then she’s rescued by a man the werewolves seemed to fear. Her rescuer then decides that she’ll be good company until he decides to let her go. Then he tells her that she has the potential to be a sorceress, and offers to teach her.

Along the way, she learns that legends aren’t always what they’re cracked up to be, and are occasionally more than they seem…

FROM KAREN MYERS: The Chained Adept: A Lost Wizard’s Tale

MEET A POWERFUL WIZARD WITH UNANSWERED QUESTIONS–AND AN UNBREAKABLE CHAIN AROUND HER NECK.

Have you ever wondered how you might rise to a dangerous situation and become the hero that was needed?

The wizard Penrys has barely gained her footing in the country where she was found three years ago, chained around the neck and wiped of all knowledge. And now, an ill-planned experiment has sent her a quarter of the way around her world.

One magic working has called to another and landed Penrys in the middle of an ugly war between neighboring countries, half a world away.

No one has any reason to trust her amid rumors of wizards where they don’t belong. And she fears to let them know just what she can do — especially since she can’t explain herself to them and she doesn’t know everything about herself either.

Penrys has her own problems, and she doesn’t have any place in this conflict. But they need her, whether they realize it or not. And so she’s determined to try and lend a hand, if she can. Whatever it takes.

And once she discovers there’s another chained adept, even stronger than she is, she’s hooked. Friend or foe, she has questions for him — oh, yes, she does.

All she wants is a firm foundation for the rest of her life, with a side helping of retribution, and if she has to fix things along the way, well, so be it.

The Chained Adept is the first book of the series.

FROM LEIGH KIMMEL: Phoenix in the Machine

Dreams come true in cyberspace — but so do nightmares.

Roger remembers dying in a fire on the launchpad. He’s reconciled it with being alive again. However, being an infomorph in a simulated environment has been a difficult adjustment. Toni tells him he went mad the first time he awoke, and she had to crash the computer.

Now he helps her playtest the games her employer designs. But cyberspace outside Toni’s local area network is a dangerous place. A disastrous experiment in Bangladesh left the world in a moral panic about AI and machine consciousness.

When a careless connection betrays him to those who cannot distinguish between an AI and a post-biological human being, he and Toni must flee. Their cross-country journey will either destroy him or deliver him the spaceflight he’s awaited for a century.

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: desert

No, I’m not doing a location reveal.

This is more under the guise of explaining what’s been going for almost two weeks and really the last couple of years.

For the record I don’t look like the picture above and never did (I wish I did, okay.) And I’m highly amused by the name of the typewriter which is apparently HerVeyns As Hons. Parallel universe brand, no doubt. I’m also amused by the fact that the pages near the typewriter are handwritten, there’s no paper in the machine, and the machine might perhaps have an internal light. Never mind. Now I’m done dissecting the picture so you don’t have to, moving right along.

For the last almost two weeks, I’ve been sicker than I’ve been since Jan. 2020. As in, not dying level of sick, but extreme tiredness and JUST not functioning. And being unable to fully kick it. Festivities started as in 2020 with some kind of stomach symptom, then moved to a double ear infection (which always makes me daft) and then settled into a sort of general malaise. This is the first time in two weeks my head is semi-clear and typing a few sentences doesn’t make me want to take a nap.

I feel terrible because I’ve not been posting Witch’s Daughter on substack and have made no progress at fixing Winter Prince. And though I’m writing No Man’s Land, because it won’t let me NOT write it, I also haven’t posted that. Other things I haven’t done include cleaning the litterbox, which I’ll be dealing with as soon as this is done.

More generally I feel horrible about fulfilling pledges from my fundraiser in 22, partly because it’s hard to tuckerize someone when your writing has been stop and go but mostly stop.

In my defense, I grossly overestimated the rate of improvement once I came to lower altitude. I am improving, mind you. Various symptoms and medications have been cut back to an almost miraculous amount. But one of the triggers of my auto-immune is stress and between the national situation and … moving. Not to mention various family events (good ones, but still stressful) my autoimmune keeps throwing me back health wise.

All I can do is promise I’ll get to mailing out books and tuckerizations that are grossly overdue, as well as the USAian Anthology being assembled, and beg your pardon. My body is as usual on a journey to kill me, and all I can do is work around the edges of that. I have hope it will get better so I can finish books before I die.

What I have almost finished is the next Rhodes and two of Dyce which I hope to have out before the end of summer, and the three being serialized in Chapter House. It would help if No Man’s Land weren’t eating my brain, if it weren’t now 125k words and just starting to unravel the mystery towards solution (even though it’s not a mystery. You know what I mean) and if it let me go long enough to do other stuff.

Anyway, the last two weeks have been bizarre, and possibly prolonged by my trying to ignore being sick. (Naaaah!) The only reason I know it’s not auto immune is that Dan caught it too, and this week got bad enough he took two sick days, which hasn’t happened except for doctor’s appointments in…. years, I think.

And that’s where we are and where I am right now. Once I post this, I’m going to eat something then clean litter boxes, put stuff in the washer, and see if I can get the next couple of chapters of WD up to going up on chapter house substack. (I have them written but they read blah, and I don’t know if that’s because I was ill while going over them, or they are actually blah.)

Quick notes: With the check donations in 23 I got a small pack of coffee, and someone asked me not to have it until I had emailed him. I did, but got no response. And now I’ve lost both sample and email. (Well, I AM ADD. I lose everything including my mind, often.) If that person is reading this, please ping me. I will endeavor to find the coffee.

Also to the person who left me a comment detailing the connection for him between eczema and aspartame. I can’t remember if I posted this before, but the same link seems to exist for me, and being aware of the possibility stopped a massive outbreak cold. (Though there’s still a very minor one going on.)

Oh, and before you yell at me, I promise not to overexert in cleaning. I’m just going to do a “lick and a promise” so I can settle to write then take it easy for two or three days, so I can recover. Pinky swear.

Until Monday.

By Holly Frost

Oh hey! Assistant here, and look, I have the keys!

More seriously, Sarah has been having a week of colds and weather and various other unfun and games, and asked last night if I’d throw something up for her.

She suggested how to tell if you are an aardvark, but I figure all the Shifters here already know if they’re aardvarks, and another friend mentioned having Spring Fever, and a music student’s mom said something about Spring Planting, and for a change it is NOT snowing here, which means we’re probably at the annual shift from Blizzard to Wildfire season, and do y’all mind maybe not having so many multiple states spanning tornado producing storms over there in the Midwest? It’s a bit concerning, even though I know you’re used to it.

So I’m going to give you a bit of homework, in honor of the changing seasons and the normally crazy weather. Go check your Get Home Bag and your Bug Out Bag. Whatever you call them at your house. Did the wipes in the car bag dry out? Did the kids outgrow the sweatsuit again? Are the meds in your carry bag out of date? That sort of stuff.

For those new to the concept, are there any? If there are, the Get Home Bag is the stuff you carry with you on a daily basis in case the mandatory evacuation notice or the shelter in place or whatever hits while you’re out on your daily activities. It may be what you take to the Red Cross Shelter (why?) or your friend’s house, or curl up in your car by the river with. The stuff you have to have overnight, until you can Get Home. If you have prescriptions, a couple days worth, clearly labeled, with expiration dates, don’t leave these in your car because temperature will ruin them, your purse or backpack is a good location. Probably a multi-tool or similar fix-it all. Some baby-wipes or similar product. Change of socks. People who wear impractical shoes: change of shoes. (These are good for all, but if you wear three inch heels at work, these are more necessary.) A change of clothes is nice. The right size of diapers if you have diapered kids. Water and a snack are important. Ziploc bag everything: you can never have too many ziplocs and they’re pretty water proof.

The Bug Out Bag is the opposite, it’s the bag you grab when reverse 911 or the sheriff deputy pulls up and says “Get out now!”, when the three story wall of fire is a quarter mile away . . . you probably aren’t coming back and you don’t have time to pack, and if you did, you’d spend it getting further away anyway. It has pretty much the same kinds of things in it, and space to toss the important documents box in, because if you happen to have the Social Security cards and the Birth Certificates and the titles, you’re in better shape than everyone else who got hit.

If you have special circumstances and need to dump ice packs and meds in a small cooler or the like, you know what they are, please go make sure everything’s prepositioned properly for grab, dump, go. Someone probably moved the cooler, or the ice packs froze to the shelf, or . . . you know the drill.

These are not exhaustive lists. There is in fact a fairly exhaustive list on this site somewhere, copied from a dead site via the Way Back Machine, and I think put up as a guest post by Doug.

Okay, time to go enjoy the sun, and . . . how did the lawn grow that tall when it was snowing daily, anyway? Yikes!

When I was growing up, it was taken for granted that eventually the USSR would win the cold war.

Look, we knew what was happening abroad. The US had feckless leaders, and it was too soft. The USSR took and took and took, and the USA just kept folding before it as whole countries were swallowed. Eventually the USSR would get tired and swat the US. And that would be the end. We’d be living under tyranny. A boot stamping on the human face, forever.

That was fifty years ago, and we’ve all passed a lot of water since then. We know now that the USSR was a hollow shell. They took what they could, but they really couldn’t do more than they did. They simply couldn’t. They didn’t have the ability. They didn’t have parity with us, let alone superiority. They were — as the Chinese said — a paper tiger.

And then … Japan was going to eat our lunch economically. Somehow that also didn’t happen.

Oh, yeah, and France was going to beat us to the internet, because the government was funding their entire effort, and they already had so much. It didn’t happen.

Then there was China. They were so organized, so stronk– we know that they are in the process of falling apart. They are, as Dave Freer told me, 20 years ago, like a beautiful lacquered vase, full of cracks underneath the finish. We might be in trouble, but they… oh, boy.

As for corruption…. well, there’s always been that. My friend Charlie was talking about (local) stolen elections back in I’d hazard the 70s. And the late great Lou Antonelli talked about cleaning up the elections in TX.

We’re two hundred and fifty years old, and we’ve already had a civil war. And yeah, government here as everywhere is full of crooks and cheats. And sometimes the cheats win.

Thing is we’re not alone in our trouble. Right now, all over the world, there’s this huge fight going on, because technology has turned from mass and centralized, and politics and society hasn’t adapted, because cultures turn kind of slow. And have a heck of a turning circle. Kind of like my old Suburban with a front end shoved in and the bumper missing. (I bought it that way.)

But like that old Suburban (gee, I wish I had a picture of it!) we take a beating and just keep on ticking.

In every adventure group, there’s the wild card. We’re the wild card of nations.

Our end has been predicted over and over, but you know what? We’re still alive. And we’re going to stay that way.

And through disaster and horror, and hopefully NOT another ACW, we’re going to get this show back on the road. We’re going to dust off the constitution and we’re going to survive.

I have seen so many science fiction anthologies claiming the US will be gone by its three hundred anniversary.

But we’re not going to be. As countries crumble around us, and as turmoil engulfs us, we’re going to survive.

We were born in chaos, birthed in confusion, and survived in improbability.

This country was made for our times.

Sure, things are going to get kind of rough. But we’re going to survive. Even the current bunch of Kakistocrats. We’re going to survive worse too, if it’s waiting for us ahead.

And we’re going to the stars.

Be not afraid.

Yesterday talking to a friend, he said that it seems like we’re living through a shoddy version of the seventies.

But that’s not QUITE it. It’s more complicated. It’s more like we’re living through a performative version of the seventies.

It’s like all the recasting and re-doing of classic movies and series, at this point even those that weren’t particularly successful: it feels like Hollywood is just redoing these things out of some sort of dinosaur brain memory that they were successful. However, the people in charge no longer have any idea why these things were successful or why they resonated or achieved the results they did.

So the re-casts/re-dos sound hollow and strange, and would even if they didn’t use them to push their weird personal current obsessions. (All heroes must be women and black and increasingly of some odd sexual identity! Only villains can be white!) Because the car is there, but the engine is gone metaphorically speaking.

All these redos and recastings and all are just shells of what the original was. And imbuing them with current wokeness doesn’t make them massively popular, because it doesn’t have that kind of purchase amid the public.

The left and current “Cultural gatekeeping elite” doesn’t seem to be aware of this, or aware of why they fail. In fact, each failure baffles them.

I could be snide, here, and say that it’s because this entire administration, and in fact, the entire upper-crust/controlling layer of our institutions are profoundly untalented theater kiddies, who have no creativity but love the style, and so are trying to do performance of what they think should be there, in the hopes it will work. And are forever baffled it doesn’t.

The truth is not quite that mean, but it rhymes. They are people of a certain frame of mind. In most places and most times, this would make them profoundly “conservative.” Frankly they are, because 100 years into the “progressive” project, those who support it are conservatives. But it’s a weird sort of “conservatism” because what they’re conserving is the cult that tells them if they tear Western civ apart paradise ensues. The whole just-so cult of Marx as filtered through their parents, grandparents and great grandparents.

Part of the whole Marxian philosophy is that it’s a self-contained system, congruent within itself, and with no basis in reality. This makes a certain type of mind susceptible to it. In other centuries they’d be religious fanatics, missionaries to the heathens and zeal-burned puritans.

That type of mind tends to think of things in terms of pre-ordained and fixed narrative, not wildly creative and innovative. That THEY think of themselves as creatives is the insanity of the current system and the Marxian corruption of institutions. They are not actually capable of creativity, only of passing on the received word.

And so we get to the other side of the rerun of the seventies: These kids, by and large, grew up with everything from schools, to TV to even their parents (for the children and grandchildren of boomers) being sold a version of the sixties and seventies in which protesting on the street, behaving badly and destroying property was being passionate and fighting for the voiceless and by itself meant IMPROVING SOCIETY and MAKING THE WORLD A BETTER PLACE.

So the most gullible of this generation are rebels without a clue. They must perform the hit the streets and protest, but they lack the immediacy of the draft to make it personal, and they lack anything like civil rights to make it righteous.

Instead they attach to any stupid cause they can find or which is handed to them by manipulative SOBs. So, you know, it might be saving the endangered Prebles Jumping Mouse, or perhaps saving old buildings, or even well… Lately Occupy Wall Street, BLM, antifidiots and of course pro-Hamass.

Sure, some of these people are paid. I still feel I owe massive apologies to the young lady 10 years ago who told me it was all for money, because her generation was desperate for money. I didn’t believe her, but to a great extent she was right.

But those not being paid? They’re there because they were told they have to protest something to be good people. They have to stand up to the man and take to the streets. This has been drunk with mother’s milk and held up to them as the greatest good. Therefore they must do it.

They don’t understand the issues. They don’t get any of it. In their minds, though the very fact they’re protesting and sometimes clashing with the police means they’re changing the world (No one ever asks if changing is for the better) and being stunning brave and “activists” and therefore good people.

Only this explains bizarre things like Queer (or Feminists) for Palestine. Which is the logical equivalent of Chickens for KFC.

This is also why they become hysterical and unable to cope if challenged. They just have to do this performative thing and paradise will happen. Why are you stopping them, you bad person, you?

The thing is, as with their attempt to recreate WWII emergency state with the covidiocy, that it’s like the reruns. It’s hollow.

Even BLM didn’t “take” amid the people, and that was arguably, as presented, a more compelling cause, because it was at least over here, and it was wrapped around a case presented as wrongful death at the hands of a state agent. (It wasn’t that.) Which resonates with a lot of people.

But this? Most people who are aware of politics know about 10/7 and these theatrics for the aggressors aren’t even at the level of being tolerated. And even those who don’t know politics are aware Islamic terrorism is a thing. The only people approving are terrorist supporters, many of them recent immigrants.

This rerun, like all the others, is headed for the crapper. And the woke will be baffled as to why the people didn’t “rise up” to support them.

Mostly because all they know are the gestures to repeat, not what they mean or what was behind them.

Honestly? It would have been kinder to make them Bible-obsessed puritans going off to convinced people in tropical climes to wear pants.

At least, even if they got eaten like uncle Bosey (snarf) it would have given their lives purpose, without messing up other people’s lives.

Unfortunately they’ve been taught to act the savages instead. And getting them out of this rut is going to hurt. Them, us, and all of civilization.

Briefly.

Comparative Advantage- by Ian Bruene

A couple weeks ago Our Hostess posted about Economics being real and not some random studies degree or other nonsense. In the comments someone decided to deny the existence of Comparative Advantage, or rather, he didn’t strictly speaking deny it, he merely implied that it held the same status as employment statistics or money supply numbers; something artificial which could be “tweaked” at the government’s whim.

This is not true. This is not even close to true. And the failure to understand why it isn’t true belies a failure to understand not just this detail of economics, but what economics is about in the first place. Now admittedly these are common errors, so there is relatively little guilt in that ignorance. So common in fact are the errors that most of the people who call themselves “economists” still make what should be a five year old’s mistake.

So let us see what it is all about, using a seemingly unrelated story, which in the end will teach far more than just the concept of comparative advantage.

I currently work at Walmart, these days mostly in the back room sorting stuff. In the mid to late part of my shift this turns into sorting apparel into hanging / non-hanging, and between the different departments. For this story what matters is the hanging apparel, which is stored on wheeled racks so it can be moved around the back room and out to the floor as needed. These racks have 4-8 adjustable bars to hang apparel from, so the rack can be customized for what is needed. For a simple example; the intimates department has both bras, which take up less than a foot of vertical space, and also pajama sets, which can easily take up four feet or more of vertical space.

So, we are in the back. We have lots of boxes of clothing to sort through, and we need to efficiently use the racks we have because we don’t have an infinite number. Ignore for a moment the different departments and non-hanging clothing. All that matters is using the rack well.

The rack has 4 bars, set up for one tiny space, two medium size spaces (one on top of the other), and one giant space.

I pick up a pair of shorts. Where do I put them?

Well the rack is empty, so it doesn’t matter. I toss the shorts onto the nearest spot which happens to be the giant space which has plenty of room to fit them and move on. In fact after a little thought I realize that I should be using that largest space: it is objectively the best one, because it can hold any size garment, while the other, smaller, spaces have limitations and cannot hold larger garments.

I continue working, more clothing is put on the rack, eventually the giant space fills up. Oh well, that was bound to happen right? The rack is not infinitely sized. So I start putting clothing on the medium size sections. They might not be as good as the large one was, but at least they aren’t as small as the tiny space. Unfortunately dealing with longer dresses and pants is now a hassle, because the bottom bar is too low and they drag on the ground, so I have to put them on the top bar overlapping the stuff below and causing the whole rack to bulge out. It is annoying and frustrating, but can’t be helped after all.

Or could it?

I’m sure everyone caught the mistake – I certainly dropped enough anvils about it – but it bears articulating anyway. It is true that the giant section can hold any size garment. But thinking of it as “this can hold anything!” is backwards; the correct attitude is “this can hold things no other section can!”. That flexibility means every time I put a pair of shorts or a bra on it, I am sacrificing the ability to put a long pair of pants or a dress on the section which is the only one that can hold them. In doing so I reduce the total quantity of apparel which will fit on the rack.

Instead I should put the shorts and shirts on the medium size sections. I should put the bras on the tiny section. Only if something doesn’t fit on any of the other sections do I put it on the giant one. At least while there is room on those other sections: eventually they will fill up, and then I move to the next-smallest section which will hold the garment.

This is Comparative Advantage. This is not an analogy for it. Nor is it a hypothetical situation – I deal with it nearly every day of the week. This is the concept itself, stripped of the distractions and opportunities for excuses which are used to cloud the matter. And it is interlinked with many economic concepts which people do not understand but are fairly simple to explain.

First of all, there is no money involved. Because Economics is not about money. In fact the fastest way to tell someone doesn’t have the faintest iota of a clue about the subject – short of wearing a sickle and hammer – is that they think economics is about money and finance.

The technical definition of Economics is that it is the study of the allocation of scarce resources which have alternative uses. All of those parts matter: Scarcity, because I do not have infinite racks, and a given rack cannot hold an infinite quantity of apparel. Alternative Uses, because I could use a spot for this garment, or that garment, or a garment I pick up ten minutes from now. And Allocation, because I have to choose how I am going to divide the garments between the sections.

Second is Cost: a cost or price is not a dollar value. It is all of the options you sacrifice to choose this option. If I place a small garment in a spot where a larger one could go I am sacrificing the ability to put a larger garment there in the future. Or in monetary terms, If I go to Scheels and buy a box of 6.5 Grendel today, I am sacrificing the ability to use that money to go to the local Mongolian BBQ, as well as the ability to have that money in the bank to cover a bill, as well as an infinite number of potential other options I could have chosen.

Third is Value. In the same way that Cost is not Money, Value is not Cost. Value is a subjective thing to decide which costs you are willing to pay. If you pay a cost to get something then by your actions you prove that at the time of decision you value that something more than any of the alternatives you sacrificed to get it. Importantly Value must be subjective, because every attempt to define an objective value theory slams into fundamental problems, such as the classic “what is the value of a glass of water?”. Objective / Inherent Value Theories can only pretend to sort of badly fit reality by bolting on epicycles until they contain an ad hoc, badly-specified, incoherent, poorly-predictive implementation of half of Subjective Value Theory.

But in the end, why does any of this matter? That’s all a nice theory and has some cool quirks, and maybe it is more efficient and GDP number go up, but that isn’t what’s really important right? Who cares if you have 5% fewer luxuries; that doesn’t matter, and they are probably making you soft and weak anyway.

I’ll leave that last one for now. Beating that particular pinata might be fun but isn’t the subject at hand. The problem is that economic efficiency is not about trivial luxuries, or GDP number go up, or scummy businessmen benefiting themselves, or scummy politicians benefiting themselves. Instead economic efficiency is everything. And the only reason it can seem trivial and unimportant is because everyone reading this has lived in such unimaginable wealth for so many generations that the choice “do I starve today, or do my kids starve today?” because there isn’t enough food getting produced is not even in living memory any longer. Those “trivial luxuries”, are the reward of a culture not being moronic being less moronic about economic matters than is typical throughout human history.

Going back to my story: if I declare that using the rack efficiently doesn’t matter, I make my job harder. There is a very good chance I make my job impossible and have to leave boxes of clothing for the poor sod who sorts on the next day. Which will very likely be me.

To borrow a term from The Enemy: when you dismiss economics, you speak from a position of unimaginable privilege. If you aren’t simply ignorant of history, then you probably are one of those scummy politicians or scummy businessmen and think that economics is something which happens to other people.

*THIS IS SARAH: Ian Bruene, besides his make-ends-meet-job between-jobs is also a budding entrepreneur. If you buy gaming figurines, you could do worse than do it from Murphic industries.*

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FROM SEAN FENIAN: United Fleet (The Stardock Trilogy Book 2)

Four months ago, the Crickets — the Chhrt’ktk’t, in their own language — had abandoned a mobile shipyard with a burned-out hyperdrive core in Sol system, as a decoy. They hadn’t told humanity about the decoy part. Then they had picked Alex Holder to operate it, simply because he happened by chance to be the first human they found who could — because that would make it a better decoy.

In perhaps as little as five years, the Khreetan would be coming. The Crickets hadn’t intended for humanity to know that, either.

Alex had those five years to build a defensive fleet from the spines out, recruit crews for his ships, and find enough humans who could reach full rapport with Cricket tech to command and control them — and get all of them trained to work together despite their national differences. All this, while at the same time he tried to share the Crickets’ scientific knowledge, distribute their technology where it was most desperately needed, and somehow still keep the peace.

But would it be enough?

Fortunately, he had help, and he was beginning to find more people who could fully link with Chhrt’ktk’t technology.

FROM JERRY BOYD: Friends With Boomafits (Bob and Nikki Book 46)

BSR thought that things were going well on Zarathrustra. They should know better by now, don’t you think? One thing leads to another, as Bob and the crew do their best to straighten things out. Ride along, with the ships of BSR as they try to keep their world safe.

FROM JAMES TOTTEN: Battle Fatigue and Speed Bumps: Breaching Ain’t Easy

Volume I Battle Fatigue

It’s hell on Earth in the explosive battlefields of the former North Korea. Two Corps, Chinese and Korean/American, are slugging it out to decide the fate of the Korean Peninsula as World War Three rages on. SSG Denise Ware is in the thick of the battle with her four ground combat drones, screening the Corps from attack from a Chinese Armored Regiment. The action comes quickly to the drone drivers as they fight to keep the massed Chinese armor from attacking the flank of IV Corps. Will the drones win or lose, or will the Chinese overrun IV Corps and destroy Korea’s industrial capacity that is supplying NATO with the tanks and vehicles needed to hold the line in former Ukraine? It’s armored combat at its worst as the drones, or “American Murder Hornets,” try to save the day.

Book II Speedbumps

Learn how “Slowball” earned his handle and goes to war after retiring. Follow his exploits as his “tiny tanks” blunt a Soviet attack in the “no quarter asked or given” NATO war in Europe rages all around his tiny tanks. The drivers have the guts and the drones are doing the dying as the battle in the former Ukraine chews through men and materiel. When the drones get decimated, who will come to save the day? Find out in this action packed short story forged on the future battlefields of WW III.

FROM SCOTT MCCREA: Twenty Chests of Gold

Introducing a new series of adventure novels by storyteller Scott McCrea!

Jeff Galleon, California surfer and beach bum, is a “person of interest” to the police when old friends are murdered. Galleon soon discovers he is at the center of a conspiracy involving rogue American agents, a beautiful assassin and missing pirate gold. He traces the treasure from California to New York to Paris to the Dominican Republic, but can he find it before the killers find him?

Twenty Chests of Gold is the first in an exciting new series of adventure stories featuring Jeff Galleon by Western Writers of America Spur Award finalist, author Scott McCrea.

And this one has a book trailer, apparently!

FROM DALE COZORT: Snapshot42-Book2:Through The Texas Gate (Snapshot-42 Book 2)

Snapshot42: Through the Texas Gate is an alternate history novel. In early November 1942, with World War II hanging in the balance, an invisible wall cuts Europe, along with parts of the Middle East and North Africa, off from the rest of the world. With the Allies running out of vital raw materials from the rest of the world, they look for ways through the wall. They find two gates to other realities. One leads to a still-independent Republic of Texas that still uses black powder weapons and is barely holding off fierce nomad raiders, while another leads to a strange land without people but overrun by still-living dinosaurs.

Jim Bridger and Colonel Tillman need to buy oil and food to keep the allies in the war, but first they have to survive fierce new enemies in these new-found realities.

FROM MARY CATELLI: Enchantments And Dragons

A wizard must produce justice enough to satisfy a dragon. A young man tries to rob a tiger’s lair. An enchantress tries to keep a court safe while they ignore the perils of misusing her magic. A lady finds that court intrigues can spread even to the countryside. And more tales. Includes “Over the Sea To Me,” “Dragonfire and Time”, “The Maze, the Manor, and the Unicorn”, “The White Menagerie”, “The Dragon’s Cottage,” “Jewel of the Tiger,” and “The Sword Breaks.”

FROM LEIGH KIMMEL: The Other Side of Midnight

Life has been a nightmare for Mitya ever since he was arrested on trumped-up charges and exiled to Siberia. But this labor camp in the far north of Magadan Oblast hides a secret far more terrible than the merely human evils of the Great Terror. For the universe we know is not the only one, and there are places where it interpenetrates with universes where the laws of nature as we know them do not operate, where humanity has no place. Worlds inhabited by beings ancient and terrible, to whom humanity are slaves, playthings, food.

FROM HOLLY CHISM: Gods and Monsters

Here there be dragons…again, damn it.

Deshayna has her sanity back, and forces older than the gods have granted her a new purpose. Chronos, his freedom restored, fights for his sanity, and with it, a purpose in helping Deshayna—now called Shay—with hers. The gods are starting to pull together more…and it’s about time.

Millennia after the last dragons to threaten human existence have been hunted down, they’ve started to reappear, hinting to the surviving gods that something more sinister appeared first: Tiamat.

Instead of a confrontation, though, the gods—major, minor, and genus loci—are drawn into a frustrating hunt for a predator that flees rather than attempting to strike.

FROM KAREN MYERS: Second Sight: A Science Fiction Short Story

BORROWING SOMEONE ELSE’S PERCEPTIONS FOR A POPULAR DEVICE CAN ONLY MEAN COMMERCIAL SUCCESS. RIGHT?

Samar Dix, the inventor of the popular DixOcular replacement eyes with their numerous enhancements, has run out of ideas and needs another hit. Engaging a visionary painter to create the first in a series of Artist models promises to yield an entirely new way of looking at his world.

But looking through another’s eyes isn’t quite as simple as he thinks, and no amount of tweaking will yield entirely predictable, or safe, results.

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: Heavenly