NaNo is Almost Here!

And I will be participating again. I am trying to have something concrete fleshed out instead of making all of it up on the fly like I did last year. That was tough. I still can’t believe I managed a semblance of a theme and resolution that way.

This year instead of a weird tale I am going to do light-ish space opera. I would have pursued this last year had I seen the disaster that was The Last Jedi, but it had not been released yet. John C. Wright and some other science fiction authors are writing alternate (or fan fic) Star Wars stories. They are stories inspired by Star Wars but not taking place in that universe (as far as I understand them).

I welcome this. It was Star Wars that originally sparked my imagination and an interest in science fiction. Such things usually wither and die or are never born in the small town in middle Michigan I was born in. Although I did have a strong interest in horror from a young age, so I would not have been completely lost without Star Wars.

Disney, the sacred lust whore of Satan himself (or herself, it is 2018 and after all) has effectively killed Star Wars so that only the originals are left to us and we turn away and forget the puke fest that is the modern take of what was originally a 30’s and 40’s style serial. At the least I can now accept those that include the prequels into the canon inept as they may be.

I haven’t read a lot of current science fiction but I think I am pretty safe to assume that those college bred, writer’s workshop grads are churning out piles of PC tepid garbage not worth reading.

So, where to go for tales of adventure? Well, I shall write one myself. I’m having a tough time of it so far and not much time left before November 1st. The title to the last one and the start of it were spontaneous and a little awesome. I have some notes but nothing is striking me with that SHAZAM! yet. Also, unlike last year, I work 5 to 6 days a week instead of two or three. That puts a little pressure on the 50,000 word goal. Oh, and looking for a house to buy. And lunches to make,,, and, and, and…..

Story Generator

Toying around with some story generator I found online. Hilarious. My favorite is the paragraph with the two burping uncles. Enjoy!

The Red Mallet
A Short Story
by Thoyd Loki
Gregory Blacksmith looked at the red mallet in his hands and felt furious.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his sandy surroundings. He had always loved wet sea side with its squashed, slimy sand. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel furious.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Carla Parker. Carla was a brave brute with tanned toes and muscular fingers.

Gregory gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an Angry, sad, beer drinker with skinny toes and pale fingers. His friends saw him as a squashed, slimy saint. Once, he had even brought a cruel back from the brink of death.

But not even an Angry person who had once brought a cruel back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Carla had in store today.

The blizzard teased like humping pugs, making Gregory frumpy.

As Gregory stepped outside and Carla came closer, he could see the determined glint in her eye.

“I am here because I want death,” Carla bellowed, in a tenacious tone. She slammed her fist against Gregory’s chest, with the force of 3174 goat. “I frigging hate you, Gregory Blacksmith.”

Gregory looked back, even more frumpy and still fingering the red mallet. “Carla, I love you,” he replied.

They looked at each other with hysterical feelings, like two faithful, flabby falcon singing at a very pugnacious New Year’s, which had opera music playing in the background and two stern uncles burping to the beat.

Gregory regarded Carla’s tanned toes and muscular fingers. He held out his hand. “Let’s not fight,” he whispered, gently.

“Hmph,” pondered Carla.

“Please?” begged Gregory with puppy dog eyes.

Carla looked insane, her body blushing like a black, bumpy boat.

Then Carla came inside for a nice drink of beer.


New Acquisition

I read Flatland many years ago. It is a great book. A real consciousness riser. And quite a lot of fun. Then I saw this edition the other day. It is packed with extra info. From geometry to facts about the Victorian era Abbott lived in and more. I think there is triple the annotation to the actual story! Looks like fun! I still have to get to Lepanto, but I am eager to get to this!

Epistemic Lows and Hysteria 2

Let’s not even touch the “she’s got nothing to gain,” bull crap as the awards, accolades, book deals and free money start rolling in. What? IT IS CALLED GOOGLE. HELLO?

The crocodile tears over big mean Trump supposedly mocking some supposed poor woman who wants to be believed merely because she says something is so – is thrown out as without merit. It is thrown out with contempt.

What amazed me about this argument I had was no one cared about the epistemological lows it represented. Forget Trump, that woman deserved to be mocked and I only wished Trump had mocked her. No, the crime here was a man getting smeared by the unhinged democrats.

There is absolutely no collaborating evidence for this woman’s tale. Yet, cry the power lusters, she should be believed. Well, excuse me, women, please stand as far away from me as is possible. Don’t like an opinion of mine? Rape. Don’t like my face? Rape. Let me be alone with no woman – ever – that is not my wife (or other family member).

You know why I say the Leftists and sundry democrats do not care about actual women? Why I say that this is all about power? Because it doesn’t take much figuring out the exact people this sort of epistemic low effects – who it hurts – it hurts women. So elementary is this that there is a simply children’s story that covers it. The Boy Who Cried Wolf. But now it is The Girl Who Cried Rape. Or sexual assault.

Now surely this started out innocently enough. There were women who were not believed or just plain shut up because Weinstein was a powerful man (and I am sure there were some who didn’t mind getting on their knees for a part – let’s not be naive). Why did this happen to them? Because he was powerful. See? We are back at the beginning. Power.

But, no. Trump is the real bad guy because he called a spade a spade. So now, after this power play by the democrats to protect the sacred cow of vacuuming out your unborn child, scrambling its brains, and queefing it out, credibility is damaged. Yes, it is damaged. This is harm that the democrats caused among all the other countless harm they have caused over the last two years (we’ll leave the further past out of it).

So, what is my conclusion on the argument? TDS. It is not even worth listening to someone suffering this syndrome. Think of the insanity of being offended at Trump’s behavior but turning a blind eye to the left. Of seeing nothing wrong with people able to make accusations, decades after the fact, and imposing the duty that they be believed because… because why? That the democrats obviously use victim statuses for power and then dispose of the victims like toilet paper.

Epistemic Lows and Hysteria

I got in a discussion the other week about the Kavanaugh nomination. I say discussion, but it was on Facebook, a symptom – and cause – of the breakdown of discourse (Twitter is its dead end). One person unfriended me after a few bursts of emotional vitriol about Trump. It was the usual list: racist, sexist, homophobic, blah, blah, blah. The usual Leftist list that they repeat without care for truth because truth is not the aim of the list, but its results. This person, upon stating his departure (because you can’t just leave, you also have to virtue signal to the enemy and others that may be watching that they are a non-person) said that while we have an author in common interest we literally have nothing else in common.

Get the logic of the Leftist mind here. There is this one author and then our differing take on one subject. That is the entirety of the possibilities. This is actually true for the Leftist. One author and politics. If we do not agree on politics that just leaves the author (which is the entire basis of our having been FB friends in the first place) then you are out. Actually it is just politics. I am pretty sure fans of Lafferty see him (or try to see him) as some sort of liberal, modern, hippie type. This would be against all evidence, but we do not go by evidence, of course.

Another poster kept dodging knowledge or the reality of Leftist violence and the direct threat to freedom they represent (especially highlighted in the Kavanaugh nomination). And, therefore, my posting about them was “paranoia.” This despite mountains of evidence that a simpleton porn surfer could unveil with his free left hand.

First, here is the video.

To characterize this as mocking is already to deviate from reality. This is her testimony in essentials. To repeat someone is not synonymous with mocking. This was her claim and the lack of detail. Before I go further it is time to introduce a term, a phrase, that helps explain some of this behavior.

I did not come up with it. It is called Trump Derangement Syndrome – TDS. I do not know what the underlying causes are, but it seems to be a real problem. I suspect that it itself is merely a symptom of a wider problem of a philosophical nature. Let’s call it the symptoms of the Age of Anti-Reason. Many factors make this up, contribute, and reinforce it. We cannot leave out such things as media engineering.

Media engineering? You say. Why, Bob, what is that? Why, friend, that is what drives the mobs across the country, it is what whips up the fury. It is the great agitator. One of its great works was accomplished just a few months ago in the case of immigration. On the internet (Facebook, I think) was shown a picture of two Latino boys in a cage, a small cell. So sure was the idiot who rushed it out onto the nets that it was proof of Darth Trump’s evil deeds they didn’t bother to do any research. Turns out the photo was from the Obama era.

Fear not fellow Lefties, the fix is in! The media rage machine, which includes Hollywood celebs and the Democratic machine, went into high gear screaming that Trump cease and desist his evil deeds. The volume and supposed outcry against the supposed injustice was so loud that no one remembers or cares that the Trump administration was merely doing exactly what the Obama administration carried out without a whisper of opposition.

Why not? Where was the outrage during the Obama years?

I’ll tell you exactly where it was. NON-EXISTENT. Nobody gives a flying scissor fuck about a bunch of loser latinos if it is a democrat doing the deed. That’s it, case closed. They do not give a shit. So little do the leftists give a shit that one of their heroes, the rapist Bill Clinton, had his attorney general stick an assault rifle in a crying boy’s face so he could be put on a boat back to communist slave pen Cuba.

Now, this shouldn’t offend any Leftist. If Ford is a sexual assault victim, then Kavanaugh is a sex offender – and, even easier, therefore, Clinton a rapist. Just say it #MeToo. Say it, Alyssa Milano – or do you still have “so much love for Billy boy?”

Such shit, these people.

You know what else they, the leftists, the democrats, don’t give a shit about? Women. Namely, victims of sexual abuse and assault. They prove this time and time again. Here are a few nice, juicy facts. Weinstein, they knew for years what he did, they didn’t care. They less than cared, they were all buddies with a known victimizer. Bill Clinton. Christine Blasey Ford should be believed merely because the words came out of her mouth and based on absolutely nothing else whatsoever.

Juanita Broaddrick? Crickets fill the silence of the room. Who? And this woman has a heaping more than the amnesia ridden tales of Ford. And we wouldn’t have to stop at Broaddrick, there are the numerous other woman that he has had grimed over the years. Including his most famous victim, Monica Lewinski. Now if you don’t view her as a victim, then we view the world too differently perhaps to understand. Of course, the left would say – she suduced him! But get this. A twenty-two year old woman (you could still say girl) and the single most powerful man in the world (and since we haven’t met our alien overlords as yet, you could say OF THE UNIVERSE!) old enough to be her father.

That is such a disproportionate balance of responsibility of power.

No, the Left do not care about women, nor victims of sexual assault.

They care about women the same as they do about anything else. As a means to power.

Now that leads us to the case at hand. This video of Trump “mocking” this supposed victim. Here is what I find offensive here. What I find offensive is people so sick with TDS that they have to go after their same, tired target while their masters get away with yet more dirty deeds.

Why is this woman, Ford, there in the first place? Who put this woman out there to be mocked in the first place? Who put this woman out there whose story has no collaboration and for which she can remember not a single detail? Who? And why? No DA would touch a witness like this in a million years. No judge would permit it. Yet they put her up there. She was expendable to the cause.

Truth did not matter. What mattered was the effect of the testimony, no matter its merit or even its truth value. They were betting on the new power play of the #MeToo movement and that woman should just be believed merely by making the claim.

On this basis we should believe all manner of testimony.

Damn, interrupted by the wife again! I shall return!