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The End by G. Michael Hopf – a Review

The subtitle says “A Post-Apocalyptic Novel,” and this book is the first in “The New World Series.”

The story is told in flashback via a surviving character in 2066 “Cascadia.” That character is in bookend chapters that frame the narrative. The main story opens in the suburbs of San Diego right before an EMP turns out the lights, permanently. A little bit of time is spent establishing that the protagonist, Gordon Van Zandt, is a dedicated family man with just enough soy in his diet to make him palatable to female readers. He’s an Iraq veteran whose little brother is currently in the USMC, hoping to become a scout-sniper.

In the author bio section of the Amazon product page, the author claims to be a USMC veteran. That may be true–there is at least some rudimentary military knowledge evident. Maybe he had a rear-echelon clerk/jerk MOS. There were a few details here and there that didn’t sit right, but not enough to make you toss the book aside, by any stretch.

The EMP strikes the USA, and Gordon goes into Scramble, Forage, and Protect Mode. (While doing so, he explains what an EMP is far too many times for a reader with reasonable memory retention.) His family-first instincts kick into high gear right away, which cause him to make some tough decisions that others are not yet ready to make.

The plot toggles between Gordon’s ordeal, little brother Sebastian’s story, and federal-level politicians. For the most part, the character interactions are believable, although there is a high Character Stupidity Quotient in effect–especially when it comes to Sebastian. Sebastian is such an idiot that, were he the star of the show, I probably would have quit reading. (Ironic, because toward the end, I found his story the most interesting.) I lost patience and began to skim through the sub-plots with the Speaker of the House-turned-President, his wife, Vice President, assistants and generals. Those segments resembled a literary soap opera that aren’t really even necessary for the plot.

Speaking of plot, this one does not suffer from predictability. I wonder how much of that was by design and how much was because the author was just making it up as he went along. I strongly suspected the latter when it came to Jimmy, Gordon’s neighbor. When first introduced, the reader gets the impression Gordon barely knew Jimmy; but as the chapters plod forward, a transformation takes place and the two neighbors have been great friends for years.

One of the most annoying personality traits of Gordon Van Zandt is his tendency to make promises he can’t keep. A lot of the dialog is amateurish as well, but then I guess this is the author’s first novel.

I made the decision to buy this book after reading some of the complaints by the one-star reviewers that there wasn’t enough GRRRL POWER on display. Sure enough: there was a lot less feminist garbage than you get in the average novel–whatever side of the aisle the authors fall on. I was thankful for that, but I was hoping (if there was any evidence of author worldview at all) that the author would turn out to be a patriot or full-bore, unapologetic, firebreathing right-winger. The overall flavor, however, is Log Cabin NeoCuck. By the second novel it becomes blatantly obvious, but I’ll say more if/when I review the sequel.

I guess the only full-bore, unapologetic, firebreathing right-wing authors on the cultural landscape these days are under Virtual Pulp’s umbrella.

The Predator (2018) – a Review

Despite the cheesey dialog of the original Predator in 1987, you just have to love the politically incorrect, unapologetic “guy flick” vibe to it. What makes this latest sequel interesting is that:

  1. Shane Black, who acted in the original (telling all the lewd jokes), directed this one.
  2. This is not a reboot of the franchise, but an attempt to tell a new story that meshes with the continuity already established.

For the first “act” of the film, it looked like Shane Black had really put together something special. Before I go further, though, check out the trailer:

After a half hour or so, the plot starts to get messy. It has the feel of a script that was slashed and rewritten several times, with the final draft lacking in cohesion (especially noticeable in some dialog providing the back story for a couple characters). It also seems like the plots of four different movies were cobbled together–and none of them very original. It’s choppy.

Black just couldn’t resist injecting typical Hollywood messaging, either. The reason the Predators are so interested in Earth is because the human race is heading toward extinction via the Global Warming Boogeyman. But he didn’t foist the obligatory Rambo-With-Tits trope on us until toward the end, and the obligatory LGBT pandering was reduced to some disjointed dialog…at least I think that’s what the dialog was about. Who knows?

The movie had potential, but it turned out to be fairly mediocre.

What The HighwayMen Tells Us About Our Cultural Paradigm Shift

This recent movie by John Lee Hancock seems like a radical departure from the 1967 counterculture film that elevated Bonnie and Clyde from grotesque criminals to sympathetic antiheroes in popular culture.

Film critics are nearly in lockstep, bleating that The Highwaymen is a step backwards from The Narrative so carefully cultivated over generations. Americans who identify as “conservative” praise the new film because it is more factually based and has a “law and order” slant to it.

Both the critics and cheerleaders of The Highwaymen are stuck in a superficial analysis of the film, seemingly oblivious to how it fits into the context of where we are culturally and politically, and have conveniently missed or ignored hints from the film makers why The Narrative of Bonnie and Clyde has been turned topsy-turvy.

But context is crucial. To understand how both the Hancock and Penn films could spawn from the same cultural Marxist Hive Mind, and yet take such dramatically opposed perspectives, we have to go back to when the Baby Boomers were young radicals spitting on veterans returning home from Vietnam at the airports.

The Boomers were the most pampered generation in recorded world history. They showed their appreciation for the peace and prosperity they inherited by strangling the golden goose, ensuring that nobody else could enjoy the world they grew up in. Pop culture was just one of the weapons in their arsenal.

In the lost America they enjoyed, cultural icons like pioneers, farmers, cowboys, soldiers, inventors, entrepreneurs and fathers were accepted and promoted as role models that children should aspire to emulate. But this infuriated the cultural Marxists, who wanted a society like what we have now, where the “heroes” are degenerate celebrities, drag queens, pedophiles, other sexual deviants, illiterate street gangsters, sleazy lawyers, hate crime hoaxers, infanticidal feminists, grifters, serial killers and treasonous politicians.

They couldn’t get the population to accept such a radical change overnight, though. Boiling frogs requires a gradual long march. You could conclude that Arthur Penn’s Bonnie and Clyde was one of the early experiments by the cultural svengalis, to determine just how big a step in that direction American moviegoers would accept. The film attempted to transform some murdering thieves from the Depression Era into sympathetic characters. Long story short: it worked.

There was a slew of films glorifying criminals and other “antiheroes” in the wake of Bonnie and Clyde. (You could argue that the trend never really stopped.) Some of the copycat flicks, like George Roy Hill’s Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid (1969) not only made the criminals sympathetic, but presented as almost non-human the people who attempted to serve justice. The Pinkerton agents tracking down the protagonists of that film are disposable, interchangeable empty suits, insignificant except for their employment by an “oppressive system” to harass the very human main characters portrayed by popular actors. They are nameless, faceless drones working for “the man.”

The movie critics, now foaming at the mouth because the Texas Rangers in The Highwaymen who stopped the glamorous bankrobbers are portrayed sympathetically, gush in masturbatory praise over the trailblazing, romantic, revisionist Bonnie and Clyde from 1967.

The makers of The Highwaymen are also fans of that Arthur Penn cinematic whitewash.

What has happened in the USA since 1967? To put it simply: the inmates took over the asylum. The communist agitators have been running our government for quite a while now, though they are considered “moderate” or “liberal” by the talking heads on Cux News because they have shoved the Overton Window so far left since taking power.

The “anti-establishment” radicals from the 1960s ARE the Establishment, now. Those who encouraged others to “question authority” now are IN authority. They have been for a while. Those who sought to destroy our institutions now CONTROL those institutions. Those who once complained about the messages in Hollywood movies now DESIGN Hollywood’s messages.

In a 180 degree turn from the Arthur Penn flick, Bonnie and Clyde were almost non-persons in The Highwaymen. Their treatment is shockingly reminiscent of the faceless Pinkertons in Butch Cassidy. Parker and Barrow’s brutality was emphasized, but nothing else was revealed about them (except a little backstory on Clyde’s history of thievery). We didn’t even get a good look at their faces until the end. To put it another way: they were just faceless murderers for nearly the entire film.

That about-face from the Vietnam-era counterculture antihero schtick might be confusing to some.

Know what else could be superficially confusing? The revisionist history on Clyde’s homosexuality. That was intentionally left out of the old movie, because society wasn’t yet conditioned to accept sodomy as normal or preferable. Even a lot of lefties at the time still considered it perverse.

But now homosexuality is ubiquitously promoted as normal and moral–and you better not speak against it or you’ll either lose your job, be fined out of business, or in some cases, jailed. Audiences wouldn’t bat an eye at seeing Clyde depicted that way today, so why wouldn’t the film-makers ram it down our throats as usual, to perpetuate their familiarity-conditioning? They insert it absolutely everywhere else, even when it’s not relevant or necessary, let alone historically accurate. What a curious artistic decision, my dear Watson.

It all makes sense if you look at the cultural landscape today and how different it is from the Vietnam era. Again: the counterculture then is the Establishment now, and vice-versa. Now the ruling class must be presented as noble and heroic, while the everyman proles must be depicted as suspicious, unwashed, and dangerous. Outsiders, dissenters, and anti-establishment rebels need to be feared, doxxed, ostracized, demonized, financially ruined, and, the very moment it is acceptable to popular opinion: riddled like Swiss cheese by armed government goons.

Like free speech and everything else, the fringe left’s position is opposite what it supposedly was before they secured ironclad institutional power.

As an adjunct of this, the film makers had to rewrite Clyde as heterosexual or they just couldn’t have brought themselves to show him for the murdering thief he was.

The Vietnam-era Bonnie and Clyde were stand-ins for the likes of Saul Alinsky and Jane Fonda, while the nameless, soul-less G-Men were stand-ins for Joe McCarthy and Barry Goldwater. The current-year law men (played by Kevin Costner and Woody Harrelson) are stand-ins for Eric Holder and John Brennan; while the faceless, soul-less bankrobbers are stand-ins for the likes of Donald Trump, Roger Stone and the average deplorable in Flyover Country.

The Highwaymen screenwriter John Fusco is another fan of Arthur Penn’s Bonnie and Clyde, and himself (in the interview linked above) implies a connection between Trump supporters and Bonnie and Clyde, confirming the reason for this paradigm shift.

Alt Hero # 6 – a Review

We are back in Europe for this issue. The Global Justice Initiative is trying to track down the French nationalist superhumans.

The nationalists use the catacombs under Paris to escape, initially, and their invisible benefactor (invisible in this issue, anyway) has some tricks up the sleeve to help them along. Writer Vox Day has inserted some in-jokes for his blog followers, but not in a way that harms the flow of the story.

Arkhaven’s production quality continues to improve from issue to issue. Aside from an acquired personal affinity for the legacy superheroes that the Hive Mind drones at Marvel and DC are hell-bent  on perverting, there’s absolutely no reason to read any of the cultural Marxist comic books anymore.

Captain Europa does provide an excuse for losing the fight in Issue 4: he was taken by surprise. Not sure how you can consider it a surprise when you’ve already been fighting with the guy for a while, but this could just be an insight into the character’s self-rationalization mechanism.

All the Arkhaven comics have been worth the time and money so far, but I’ll write about my favorite one next.

Books of the Year

There are more books than ever available that don’t completely conform to the cultural Marxist agenda, and the CLFA has an annual election to determine the best of the year. I’ve read two of these books and have reviewed them here. Links to those two, which I recommend, are below.

Appalling Stories II–an anthology of sci-fi/speculative fiction and cautionary tales about SJWs and the fundamental transformation of life as we know it that they support.

The Narrative is a tongue-in-cheek (and sometimes tongue-thrust-right-through-the-cheek) novel about an empowered womyn trying to make her mark in the mainstream media.

Politics is downhill from culture. One huge reason the left has been consistently killing us at the polls is because the electorate has been brainwashed so extensively with subversive messaging in all forms of entertainment-including books.

If you don’t want your kids or grandkids to grow up in a third-world police state where the USA used to be, then it is suicidal to support our domestic enemies by funding their propaganda with your “voting dollars.” There are finally entertainment alternatives, and I hope you will look into them.

Apalling Stories II – a Review

I haven’t read the first Apalling Stories, but do intend to rectify that.

This is an anthology of short speculative fiction, all linked thematically by the insanity of political correctness and so-called “social justice.” Some of them are set off-world, some take place in Earth’s future, while others are pretty close to the space-time you and I occupy.

An argument could be made that some of the stories are depressing–like classic episodes of The Twilight Zone. At the same time, there’s no denying a significant element of gratification derives from following the character arc of the SJWs who outsmart themselves, feed on each other, and otherwise are hoisted on their own petards. It’s immensely frustrating to exist in this reality wherein the wicked prosper…where there seems to be no limit to their stupidity, depravity, or hypocrisy…yet never suffer the consequences of same. And the “champions” of our side either cower in the face of evil, or betray us outright.

Each story is well-written, by authors including the newest addition to the Virtual Pulp blog lineup, Paul Hair.

One age-old purpose of fiction is to present alternatives or possibilities–how it could be in a better world. Apalling Stories 2 shows us (often with delightful irony) what it might look like if “social justice” vermin experienced actual justice.

Alt Hero #5 – A Review

We are back stateside, and the nationalist superteam has decided they need to win hearts and minds by fighting crime. Hammer and Rebel are teamed up on patrol to keep the streets safe.

But a couple of super-powered folks arrive from Europe to track them down and either kill or capture them. Their job is made easier when Hammer and Rebel, looking for criminals, are accosted by a cop instead. The vampire chick is surprised at how easy it is to take them out. Frankly, I am too…as well as disappointed.

But the tension continues to build, and the artwork has improved again. There’s an interesting story arc taking shape–and building (I hope) towards an epic showdown between the European and American superteams.

Get Alt Hero 5 here.

Read the review of Alt Hero 4.

The Narrative by Deplora Boule – a Review

Leftists, and especially SJWs, are just begging to be mocked and ridiculed–the individuals themselves, of course, but even more so their absurd reasoning and their efforts to twist reality into a shape they are comfortable with, and that justifies their hypocrisy and tragicomic behavior. This book does just that.

A huge part of the American decline is the ignorance of roughly half of the population who (knowingly and unknowingly) enable those who are fundamentally transforming our constitutional republic into a third-world police state. That ignorance is carefully crafted by the Education Cartel, the entertainment industry, and perhaps most insiduously by the propaganda ministry of the Deep State–also known as the mainstream media. This novel-length satire puts the press squarely in the crosshairs.

The Narrative is a literary roller coaster, of sorts. The author tears a new bunghole in the Swamp Media with passages so zany that only an SJW could fail to recognize how ridiculous it is. But these are almost like a series of vignettes in an otherwise straightforward narrative (ahem) about a young woman with ambition to become a prime time media celebrity.

Despite the name, Deplora Boule has got the gift of optimism, so when all is said and done, that optimistic outlook overshadows the comedy. Lord knows we can use all the optimism we can get these days.

Sheik of Mars by Ben Wheeler – a Review

This pulpy sci-fi novel from Superversive Press is the kind of  old-fashioned adventure I’ve been missing for a long time.

The protagonist is a lovestruck romantic whose soon-to-be bride is snatched off his pedestal just before they are to be married. That triggers the main plot and we are off to the races.

I’m tempted to call this space opera, but I’m not sure if the requirements of that genre include intergalactic travel and space battles. This story takes place on a colonized Mars. In any case, it reminded me of the sci-fi pulp treasures of yesteryear (featuring characters the likes of Flash Gordon, Buck Rogers, and even John Carter) hidden in the yellowed pages of threadbare paperbacks from a world where authors weren’t obligated to walk on PC eggshells.

All that is not to say this is purely escapist fare, either. Mars has both Christian and Muslim enclaves, you see, making the backdrop far more relevant to our life and times than John Carter’s ever was.

This is rollicking fun adventure. Kudos to the author and Superversive for making this available to readers.

Avalon #2 – a Review

In Issue #1, Chuck Dixon introduced us to the city of Avalon, via two of the heroes working to keep it safe: Fazer and King Ace.

The moral dillema introduced in the first issue was not spread out…as I first suspected it would be…a la Iron Man’s battle with alcoholism back in the day. It was wrapped up pretty quick.

I think I might know where this is going: Fazer is going to become a supervillain with a grudge against King Ace. He knows King Ace’s identity, as well as his weaknesses…could prove to be a formidable adversary.

I can’t completely blame Fazer for holding a grudge, either. Having him thrown in the can for not donating the ill-gotten drug money to some random charity was excessively Boy Scout IMO. In any event, Chuck Dixon has effortlessly sucked me into the Avalon he is building. And there’s a good chance he may prove my theory wrong, too.

I didn’t like a lot of the art–not ready for Prime Time. But the story makes up for it, and there’s a general trend of improvement across the Arkhaven titles, so I’m sure the art will improve with it.

Meanwhile, Arkhaven is working on their first of a five-part series based on the Q phenomenon. Fun times…in some respects.