I’ll give you the whole secret to short story writing. Here it is. Rule 1: Write stories that please yourself. There is no Rule 2.
A good story is like a bitter pill, with the sugar coating inside of it.
Several voices on the Right have raised the analogy of what is going on in the West and in America particularly as akin to how the European civilization in the Iberian Peninsula (current day Spain and Portugal) had to survive the Moorish conquest and then reconquer their homeland back. Now the fact that the Moors occupied it for almost eight hundred years (711 A.D. to 1492 A.D.) does put a bit of a damper on the party if you try to draw too strict a comparison between the two things. I don’t think anyone would want to hear that twenty-five generations of Americans would have to endure being lectured on how many genders there are and which pronouns you are allowed to use for the man in the sundress. Far from it. I have no doubt that the insanity that is currently taking place will bring about its own correction. The levels of insanity on display will complete the polarization of our population into the sane and the insane.
But what is true is that there will be large areas where the insane will run things. Look at Seattle and Portland as examples of what it looks like when the lunatics get control of the asylum. And those are just the most egregious examples. Most of the large urban centers in this country have devolved into a hostage standoff where the urban poor and their woke co-conspirators are in constant negotiation for whatever ransom they can extort against the lives and livelihood of the middle class who are trying to exist in the constantly deteriorating conditions of these cities.
That will go on for a very long time. The good news is that you don’t have to be a part of that. In the future you will learn to navigate around the crazy people and the places they rule. And that includes the companies they run. Sometimes that means you will avoid working for or with the truly insane. Maybe instead of working for Google you will find an IT department that’s more interested in your skills than your politics. Or maybe you will decide to work in the “belly of the beast” anyway despite the oppressive environment and survive by living clandestinely. Either way you will hone your skills as an inhabitant of the checkerboard landscape that is present day America.
The first thing to do is stop denying that it exists. No one is going to snap his fingers and bring us back to fifty or a hundred years ago. The crazies and the elites have struck a bargain and the crazies were given ownership of the schools, colleges, churches, courts and the HR departments of all the major corporations. In exchange, the elites were allowed to offshore all their industries and import enough cheap labor to take care of whatever jobs were left.
Once you acknowledge where we currently are, you can begin to adapt to your environment and then thrive in it. Situational awareness is very important. Never play to their strengths. Unless you have an armed bodyguard of special forces men you probably shouldn’t show up at an antifa rally in Portland, Oregon and declare your political beliefs. If you want to start a fraternal society then make it a religious society that has protected status that can’t be shanghaied by social justice warriors and turned into the next Boy Scouts. But be sure not to do it in a blue state. In those areas everything will have to be on a clandestine personal basis. And a personal basis is the best way to live your personal life anyway. Know your friends and spend your time with them. And it doesn’t even have to be your next-door neighbors. You can make friends on-line and enjoy that experience too. A shared point of view makes a good basis for association. Nowadays free association only exists on a personal basis but you can make that work very well for many of the interactions you can choose to have. This website is a perfect example of free association. It’s very unlikely that Leftists would want to spend much time here since they’re not interested in the things I like and disagree with more or less 100% of what I believe. Whereas people who hold similar beliefs with me will feel as though they belong here. By congregating here we get to spend time with like minded individuals and also pass information back and forth. Some of it is trivial like a book or a movie that’s interesting. But maybe one day you hear about a job opportunity or a place to live or a politician that’s helping our side.
And then there are business opportunities. Think about it. Opportunities abound to provide cultural and entertainment choices that currently don’t exist for normal people. A world that’s growing tired of woke comedies that aren’t funny and strident feminist superheroes that aren’t exciting might be a good market for someone repackaging (or curating as the hipsters now say) old books and movies for young and old alike. Vox Day is doing that with his book and comic book publishing business. And several other writers are separating themselves from the hyper-liberal publishing companies and producing normal reading material. And with the technology changes happening in video it might even be possible for movies to be produced outside of the Hollywood studio system. With on-line businesses becoming so dominant a network of right-wing people might open up business niches that are currently going unfulfilled.
So what have I been trying to say? Basically I’m saying we’re living in a complicated world that has some very dangerous and dysfunctional areas and people in it that will be there for the foreseeable future but that with the right strategy they can be effectively bypassed to allow you and your friends to live your lives the way you want. That’s pretty good news.
Long live the Reconquista!
There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.
I saw Vox Day had a link to an article and an excerpt about Red Bull firing their North American Chief Executive and Chief Marketing Officer because they were pushing a BLM diversity and inclusion racket at the company. Apparently Red Bull is run by a billionaire CEO Dietrich Mateschitz in Austria and he’s old school. He even likes Donald Trump. Apparently these two were leading a social justice crusade. They leaked a letter to the press where 300 employees complained about Red Bull’s lack of wokeness. I’m guessing those 300 whiners may be joining the ranks of the unemployed woke very soon. I’m not the kind to drink energy drinks but I’ll have to see how to give a boost to a company that has its head screwed on right like they do.
I’ve started reading Stanislaus Lem’s “Cyberiad.” War Pig had mentioned it and I remember I was interested in reading some more of his stuff way back when. It’s off-beat and very humorous and that’s something you don’t get in sf&f very often so I’m thinking this will be good.
I’m looking for someone who has a background in guns to write some articles on classic and state of the art handguns. I’ve always thought those kind of articles will be popular and useful for the readers here. If anyone is interested leave a comment or e-mail.
I’ll put up a review of “Once Upon a Time in Hollywood.” It’s not my usual movie but it was recommended and it has some interesting points. But it is a Quentin Tarantino film and he is a strange dude.
I’ve gotten some more of Olivier’s Shakespeare movies. I’ll throw those on the pile and watch them soon. I’m thinking I need to do a series on classic westerns. I should make a point of buying the dvds before the studios decide to destroy them out of woke spite.
And finally I made a point of buying a Columbus biography written before the revisionists blackened his name. It should be just the thing for ammunition against the brainless when they screech against him.
Several weeks ago, and in a mysterious half-mythical locale like Middle Earth or Camelot, but with better Wi-Fi, I attended the second annual ShatnerKhan. As was specified in my contract, there was New York pastrami and other deli selections to make bearable the task of viewing an intense selection of Shatneriana. Up front I will state it was barely sufficient to cushion my system from the brutal shocks of what was to come.
After the rigors of ShatnerKhan I, I had assumed that the membership would have retreated from the danger zone of forbidden Shatner and played it safe with an agenda restricted to Star Trek and Twilight Zone standards. That was not the case. Like the fictional Gamesters of Triskelion these risk takers wouldn’t settle for trifles like quatloos or CBS science fiction episodes. They were hunting for big game. And they started it off by firing with both barrels.
In my youth I remember seeing a commercial that featured a young-looking William Shatner dressed up as Alexander the Great. Even as a child I knew there was something wrong with that picture. Luckily, I was spared finding out how wrong it was until ShatnerKhan II.
I don’t remember if this was a CBS or NBC made for tv movie. Whatever it was I can tell you it was awful. It was as if the producers were looking for the perfect formula to guarantee that this project would crash and burn like nothing before or since. Think of it, they teamed up Bill Shatner and Adam “Batman” West and put them in dresses, really embarrassingly short dresses. Then they had them riding around on horses and generally pretending to fight a war. They threw in John Cassavetes and Joseph Cotten just to try to butch it up a little but after twenty minutes I begged for mercy. It was just too horrendously bad. I asked for some kind of change of pace just to help me shrug off the effects of that nightmare. I was allowed to choose “The Doomsday Machine.”
Here my feet were back under me. I had just reviewed the show recently and felt like I was back in the company of an old friend. I could hum along to the danger theme of that episode.
Dahdunt, dahdunt, dehdunt, dehdunt
Dahdunt, dahdunt, dehdunt, dehdunt
Dahdunt, dahdunt, dehdunt, dehdunt
Dahdunt, dahdunt, dehdunt, dehdunt
There was the Bill Shatner I was comfortable making fun of. There was Bill Shatner wearing pants. Sure, he might take his shirt off once in a while or have it ripped off of him in a fight but he was consistently dressed like a man. With everything back to normal I declared a break and we broke out the vanilla ice cream, Mounds Bars and salted cashews. This provided just the right amount of sugar shock for us to actually discuss what we had watched without really caring what we were talking about. It was a great success.
With the last of the cocoanut and chocolate washed down with crème soda I thought I was ready for whatever would be next. After all, having survived Alexander the Great I didn’t think there was anything left in Shatner’s resume to worry about. Boy, was I wrong.
Shatner is known for talk-sing covering songs by other singers. But I had never heard him in a duet. I wish I could still say that. I was bombarded by something so pathetic that I can’t even describe it. Words fail me. You’ll have to judge for yourself.
It was like some kind of Lovecraftian horror that leaves you gibbering and disoriented. I just sat there and let the rest of the group steer the choice of videos without me. I think we watched Amok Time but I’m really not sure. It was all hazy. I was like some kind of disaster survivor sleep walking through the wreckage of my mind.
When I finally started to come around, I was sitting at a table with a cup of coffee and a slab of ice cream cake. The world started to come back into focus. When the discussion returned to Shatner, I noticed that there was no mention of what we had witnessed. I could tell that none of us wanted to acknowledge that we had allowed ShatnerKhan II to overstep the bounds of sanity and even break the bonds of normal space-time. We had let it get away from us and we all knew we had been lucky that we hadn’t summoned up some horrible presence from “out there.” Sitting here in the safety of my living room I can contemplate something like that but what if it had happened? What if a fat Korean guy in a bowl haircut and ancient Bill Shatner sweating and talking into his wireless microphone had broken through the space time continuum and suddenly appeared before us singing, “A Total Eclipse of the Heart.” Very probably the whole multiverse would have exploded forming a big bang across all the universes there are. I can’t be responsible for that. I can’t let that happen, not on my watch!
I’m going to need a kill switch for ShatnerKhan III. That’s the only way it’s going to happen. And I’m going to need a lot of corned beef and mustard too.