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Review: SJWs Always Lie/Taking Down the Thought Police

I’m pretty sure I’m echoing the sentiments of others by saying this, but I wish I’d had this handbook many years ago. Much of what SJWs Always Lie reveals, I had learned on my own the hard way. Plus, I’ve been following Vox Populi for a couple years now so this wasn’t the first time I’ve encountered most of the author’s revelations.

Still, even though I had learned some dos and dont’s on my own, I hadn’t learned all of them. Nor had I discovered exactly WHY one should follow the dos and don’ts I’d learned.

One nice bonus in this book is a chapter-long summary of the whole #Gamergate saga. I’d put bits and pieces together from reading blog posts related to it; but it was nice to digest the entire history of it in one sitting. I suspect other readers would equally appreciate Day’s summary of the Hugo Awards/Puppies conflict. What both incidents teach us is that, even though entrenched throughout pop culture (and everywhere else), the SJWs can be pushed back if a few good men can only summon the courage and motivation to take off the kid gloves and fight.

Despite what I’ve learned from this book and personal experience, Day has helped me understand that I need to become more fluent in the form of communication Aristotle called the rhetorical (not exactly what we currently label rhetoric). Why? Because Aristotle and Day are absolutely correct: there are certain people whose minds you will never change by giving them information. I’ve run into them a lot, and was usually baffled by how futile my communication had been (speaking dialectic to those who couldn’t understand it).

This book is chock-full of insights and practical advice on what to do when you encounter an SJW.

Vox Day lays out the 8 stages of an SJW attack. In Stage One, he lists three subcomponents:

  1. self-appointed public defense;
  2. virtual victimhood, and
  3. creative offense-taking.

Even though I think I can think of examples of all three, it would have been nice had the author provided them himself.

Little stuff like that is really the only flaws I can point to in this book. And of course, whether or not they are truly flaws is subjective.

A pleasant side-effect of this book’s release is the number of parodies and counter-parodies now enjoying  some exposure on Amazon.

Praise For the Harboiled Gearhead Rock&Roller Detective

Deke Jones is an unapolagetic alpha male (sigma according to Vox Day’s breakdown of the socio-sexual hierarchy) but also an irreverent loner, whose passion is cars and music, and just happens to make a living as a private detective.

I haven’t marketed my books much, and it shows in the anemic sales and Amazon reviews. But then, these are niche novels, focused at an audience that is apparently even smaller than I guessed. Until today (I’m writing this on Saturday 10/10/15) the latest Deke Jones romp, Shadow Hand Blues, didn’t have even a single review.

Well, that threshold is finally crossed, and here is the review:

I loved Fast Cars and Rock&Roll so,naturally,I was excited to see another Deke Jones Romp. After a few paragraphs,I thought that this book was not going to live up to it’s predecessor. Boy was I WRONG! I soon realized that this story was more about Deke Jones the private detective/musician and not about Deke Jones the race car driver. I’m a car guy through and through,that’s what attracted me to the first book,but I also like a well written story. That is exactly what I got here. The characters are complex, the plot is riveting and the book moves like a roller coaster! Maybe it’s just me,but when I read this story,I felt like I was there. I was in the courtroom when Deke was reading the transcripts. I could picture the expressions on Fuller’s face. I witnessed his encounters with the local police. I felt Deke’s rage at the injustice of it all. Very intense. There was also,indeed, enough automobile related content to satisfy the gear head in me. Some drag racing, high speed driving and vintage auto repair,in detail.

I’m not very good at expressing how much I enjoyed this book. My review is crudely written and lacking details. Writing is not my forte. However it is Michael Kayser’s forte, and thank goodness for that. I will be anxiously waiting for the next “Romp”.

Well, I beg to differ. Not only was this review thoughtful and detailed, it was also well-written. I’ve read plenty of Amazon reviews and appreciate this one all the more.

 

Thought Police Clamping Down at Amazon (Review of Coyote by Allan Steele)

For the first time ever, Amazon refused to post a review from me.

I’ve been reviewing there for a few years but only occasionaly do it now.

Here’s what they said in their rejection email:

 

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Got that? So below is the review. See if you find anything profane/obscene, any advertisements or URLs:

Typical Leftist Bias Torpedoes Story Potential

Evidently some other reviewers (on Audible) noticed the subtle (and not-so subtle) left-wing bias of the author. One reviewer basically said that’s a silly accusation because the captain of the ship is named after Robert E. Lee…therefore it has pro-freedom underpinnings.

Right. About that…

Classic case of leftists projecting and twisting facts/redefining words. I’m sure Lenin and Trotsky convinced people they were pro-freedom, too, when necessary to gather support.

Leftists are fine with individual liberty…as long as you think, speak, act and believe as they do. When you exercise your freedom as protected in the Bill of Rights but disagree with them on a significant subject, their inner Gestapo shines right through. They have long had a field day projecting their own tyrannical mindset (and other “liberal” virtues) on right-wing characters to demonize their opposition.

Just when the novel takes the plot in a direction where you get relief from the political undertones, the gender-bending cultural Marxism of the author kicks in.

I see this way too often, too, where the author is either female or a gamma male (aspiring to beta male) who wounds suspension of disbelief by building characters to breathe life into their own fantasies and fetishes. Macho women are the level-headed, iron-willed saviors in survival situations. The author takes revenge on the playground bullies who haunt his psyche by writing the alleged alpha males as cowards and sissies deep down inside. The quiet, artistic (how the author no doubt sees himself) passive, uncompetitive beta males are the only men who are not reprehensible in one way or another.

While this book is far from the most blatant example, I just wanted to escape this programming entirely for the length of a novel.

Oh yeah, Dr. Osaka is really inconsistent, too. The colony’s physician, her decision to tag along on the canoe trip was both unrealistic and monumentally stupid. Yet she is sage-like wise when the plot calls for it. In one scene she submits to Carlos’ authority (when it is foolish to do so) but in surrounding scenes she steadfastly asserts her dominance over all the males.

Gil Reese was a touch skitzo too, as written.

Planet colonization has huge story potential. This book didn’t live up to it, IMO.

 

Free expression of non-conformist ideas is probably now considered “hate speech” at Amazon. It’s a shame, because there’s a lot to like about that company. Nevertheless, here we are.

I’d also like to add something that wasn’t in my already-lengthy review:

Steele also dedicates a little time denouncing (through the narrative) the “social collectivists” who are basically communists. Through the Captain Lee character he also accurately opines that there is little difference in the oppression from a fascist regime than from a communist regime. His delusion is headquartered in the midst of the conflation of fascists with true right-wingers.

It’s a very common delusion.

The perspective of this narrative is classic NeoCon. NeoCons are socialists who focus on lower taxes and more military spending than their “liberal” colleagues. The first NeoCons, during the Cold war, were originally Democrats and other Marxists who thought Stalin and Mao went just a tad too far. They still were inspired to seek Marx-esque Utopia…but without all the embarrassing human rights abuses in the USSR and Red China.

They were called “conservative” because compared to the rabid Marxists in the news media who get to label people, they were still to the right. This is part of the reason why the term “conservative” is so confused as to be useless in political debate.

Eventually these Communist Lite advocates took over the GOP establishment, and now their control is ironclad–which is why we never get a true choice in our rigged elections.

The way Steele projects oppressive behavior onto the right reminds me of the Hugos and the Puppies.

  • Scalzi and Co. rant about how unethical Hugo Award voting slates are after he himself has been the author and beneficiary of voting slates.
  • The SJWs accuse the puppies of oppressing women, then with no sense of irony, No-Awarded Toni Weisskoph (and Patrick Nielsen-Hayden threw a tantrum directed at the wife of John C. Wright).
  • They accuse the puppies of opposing diversity in science fiction, while No-Awarding the only nominated editor of Latino and Native American descent (Vox Day) as part of their decade-long hate campaign against him.
  • Interesting that SJWs scream “the science is settled” to end debate about their dubious global warming assertions while the anti-puppies (SJWs in science fiction/fantasy) repeatedly insist DNA testing must be unscientific if it proves Vox Day’s minority credentials. After all, no REAL Native American is allowed to disagree with them.
  • Anti-puppies play Twitter Tough Guy, issuing death threats against the puppies, then never fail to claim that it’s the other way around and THEY are receiving death threats FROM the puppies.
  • SJWs accuse puppies and sympathizers of trying to deny free speech to others…while the SJWs try to deny free speech to the puppies.

You get the idea. And authors like Steele reliably engage in this kind of projection when depicting  characters/organizations they see as “right wing.”

 

Liar, Liar–a Textbook Red Pill Movie

While my footprint shrinks I’m making a point to spend more quality time with family. I left the selection up to them for movie night last weekend and they chose this old Jim Carey vehicle.

I laughed a lot despite myself, and also couldn’t help noticing how it nailed a boatload of major manosphere themes. The only thing missing is a false rape accusation, to make it the ultimate neomasculist flick with every box checked.

For the duration of the film, the title character (a lawyer) is involved in a court case. It is a divorce-rape of the highest magnitude, depriving a good father of his children and awarding half of all he has worked for to a gold-digging slut who has been habitually unfaithful.

liarliar2Meanwhile, the lawyer’s own life is a perfect demonstration of game, and the female rationalization hamster at work.

He is a remorseless BS artist who thinks nothing of manipulating and using people to get what he wants. And this attracts people all the more.

Just during the length of the movie you lose track of how many times he flakes out or blows off his ex-wife and their son. But no matter how many times he does it, she’s always ready to give him another chance. Meanwhile, her supplicating beta boyfriend orbits (even proposing marriage), doing everything “right,” but just can’t generate the tingles in her like the reprobate main character does.

At one point, when under a spell forcing him to tell the truth, the liar admits to his ex that he blew off their son’s birthday to have sex with his cougar boss in order to make partner in his firm. She is angry, initially, but goes right back to her old ways of giving him undeserved chance after chance.

By the end, the beta chump is dumped (despite being and doing everything women say makes the “perfect” man) and it’s obvious that, when the sun goes down after the last scene we are shown, the ex is going to invite the liar back into her bed.

A sad commentary, of course, but no less true because of it.

A Knight Without Armor in a Savage Land

Grant Cogar is a reporter.

An old-school reporter–the kind you see characterized on movies and TV but hasn’t dominated actual journalism probably since WWII: he reports the facts regardless of how they relate to whatever political worldview he subscribes to (which he also keeps to himself). And yet he is decent and passionate about humanity.

That passion collides with Cogar’s objectivity and, in this novel, we find him waist-deep in the chaos that is present-day Syria.

…A knight without armor in a savage land…

That line from the theme to Have Gun, Will Travel fits Cogar’s Crusade pretty well. But it’s worse than that–Sir Cogar has no weapons, either. Oh, they’re available; he just won’t use them in anything but the most desperate of circumstances. Of course desperation is a relative concept when you’re already wading through a civil war. Hint: risk of his own life and limb is not sufficient desperation.

I was here, they were here, and since we weren’t shooting at each other, we must be on the same side. Today.

Cogar is a strange character to find in any generation of men’s adventure. He’d be more at home in a drama that takes place down the street from your urban or suburban reality. Looking at my own characters, pretty much all of them are comfortable with both feeding and cheating death. Cogar may have a remarkable reserve of courage, but his squeamishness at the prospect of dealing out deadly force is more commensurate with yours, your neighbor’s…pretty much any civilian you would classify as “decent folk.”

Granzow’s prose is savvy, ascending to the poetic in places.

…There is no limit to the depth of human depravity, and wars in this part of the world don’t come with expiration dates. The Middle East is an island buoyed by corpses, rocking unsteadily atop a bottomless lake of blood–a lake that Sherman only briefly canoed over during his stint as general. Here, every drop of red spilled in the sand fuels the strife like gasoline on flame…

I prefer the devil-may-care adventurer in most genre fiction of the civilian persuasion, but what Cogar has seen forces him to care. It might force readers to care as well, by proxy.

A Post-Modern Pulp

As far as I know, Jack Badelaire coined the term “post-modern pulp.” It describes the “men’s fiction” paperbacks that replaced the old classic pulp magazines in the publishing world. Jack’s blog was recommended to me back around when my literary career was just getting started. I found his tastes and interests to overlap mine in several areas.

He still reviews books and movies on the PMP blog, but in Killer Instincts, Badelaire has pumped the heart and soul of the genre he loves into a post-modern pulp of his own.

Killer Instincts is like The Punisher/The Executioner, Deathwish and The Professional all crammed together.

New England millenial William Lynch loses his family to an old-school crime syndicate back East, and vows revenge. He is trained by professionals for his war on the gangsters, and transforms into a killer himself. One might worry, based on the title and the original synopsis, that this is an intense psychological thriller delving deep into the id (or superego?) of a privileged frat boy transforming into a homicidal vigilante. While that transformation certainly does take place, and even though the story is told in first-person, the author’s camera  follows the bloody, bullet-ridden action rather than lock on a close-up of the hero’s tortured psyche.

Driven by revenge and punctuated by white-hot violence, Killer Instincts reads like a film Sam Peckinpah could make with current special effects.

It’s a warm, fuzzy way to spend a day or two, escaping from a reality where murderers rarely get what they deserve and the very worst criminals rise to positions of authority in civilized society, as a matter of course.

Post-Apocalyptic 1960s

Somebody visiting the blog recommended this classic, and I’m glad they did.

The hero has a brother in the Air Force’s Strategic Air Command (SAC), and gets early warning of an impending nuclear war.

This novel was first published in 1959, so it’s very interesting that the atomic holocaust is triggered in the Middle East.

The hero and other characters live in a place called Fort Repose, Florida. (Either the place changed its name since then, or the author made it up; ’cause I can’t find it.) MacDill Air Force Base gets nuked and some other places, close enough to see the mushroom clouds. From then on it’s a struggle to keep the little community functioning and safe in the new world. Simple things like salt that we take for granted become a precious resource upon which your survival rests.

The author plays around a little bit with how the class/social hierarchy is shuffled around in a world ravaged by atomic war, but could have done a lot more.

It’s a nice little story, but mired in the myopia of perspective and the times in which it was written. The most tragic ASSumption made (which is perfectly understandable considering the time period) is that:

  1. the most serious threat to our nation is an external one, and…
  2. the cabal holding the reins of our government is truly interested in protecting the American people from such threats, or…
  3. looking out for the interests of the American people more than the interests of their fellow travelers in Europe, Asia and elsewhere.

Good entertainment, with a few pointers about rebuilding a society that hasn’t fallen nearly as far as ours will.

Heinlein’s Vision of Revolution

As we approach Independence Day, we might as well review a book about revolution: Robert A. Heinlein’s The Moon is a Harsh Mistress.

Heinlein’s novels do what science fiction is supposed to do, I suppose. But whereas he has a grasp on science that helps sell his futuristic technology as believable (even though this story doesn’t anticipate the pervasiveness of electronic devices, WiFi, 4G, etc., and people on the moon still rely on print/paper to the extent we did in the 1980s), his grasp on cultural anthropology, human dynamics, and the military sciences is less authoritative. His whole concept of how family and marriage work on Luna, for instance, seems more like wishful thinking than any understanding of human nature or extrapolation of cultural trends.

Also, if it was ever explained why a character named Manuel O’Kelly, a citizen of the moon, spoke in some kind of Russian hipster lingo, I missed it.

Heinlein’s political orientation has long been assumed to be “conservative,” but I think it would be better classified as skitzo. In Starship Troopers his social commentary struck me as authoritarian. In this novel he, on the one hand, recognizes the virtues of a constitutional republic…while simultaneously portraying an oligarchy as necessary to install it, and justifying mass psyops on the population to push the “necessary” agenda.

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Part of our difficulty agreeing on what Heinlein was is probably due to the engineered confusion regarding what “left” and “right” truly mean, with socialists like Hitler and even Stalin continually alleged to be “right-wing.” Even greater confusion pervades about what “liberal” and “conservative” truly mean.

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It was interesting, though, to note Heinlein admitting (through his characters) that FDR bullied Japan until they were provoked into attacking us, giving him the popular support needed to support a war he’d been scheming for all along.

The female lead (honestly can’t remember her name right now) was supposed to be a love interest, I guess. As such, that sub-plot was completely lackluster. The character was more of a distraction than anything else, but even back when this was written the “strong independent woman” was becoming a self-imposed requirement for fiction authors. (Later to be imposed by agents and editors.) But the Prof was an interesting character and Mike (the self-aware supercomputer) stole the show.

Looking back over these paragraphs, I’m probably not cutting Heinlein enough slack.This is an enjoyable read, and easily better than any new science fiction I found on the shelves from about 1992-2013.

Wise Guy on the Fringe of the Galaxy

D. K. Strickland joined Virtual Pulp recently, and since he’s a fellow author, I was curious about what he had written. That’s how I came to find Fringeman and picked up a copy.

I gave up on science fiction (and almost all fiction from the New York Publishing Cartel) years ago, for the same reason Larry Correia founded the Sad Puppies, and why so many sci-fi fans empathize with the Sad and Rabid Puppies: We’re sick of thought cops more interested in ramming their leftist and feminist messages down our throats than they are in telling a good story.

Fringeman is the kind of sci-fi novel that could break us out of that literary gulag.

Gunnar Schmidt is a Ranger (not Airborne…think more like Texas; except in outer space) with a quick wit and acid tongue that get him in a lot of trouble. His boss assigns him to the “fringe” of the “republic” where the central government’s authority is minimal at best. (As just about anything with “republic” contained in its title, it’s only nominal.)

This is a fool’s mission to the outer planets at the edge of “the Republic.” Schmidt’s boss is obviously hoping he’ll be killed. The plan had its merits, since Gunnar goes in and out of differing levels of captivity while awaiting a death sentence from the local feudal lord, and spends pretty much the entire novel getting the daylights beaten out of him.

I’m guessing this is to be a series, and this first novel is mostly a setup for an interstellar lawman with knowledge of and clout in the more primitive cultures, to execute justice and maybe enjoy some unofficial adventures.

After reading a couple Gor novels and being severely disappointed, it’s clear to me John Norman could have learned a thing or two from Strickland about how to explain a slave culture and explore the psychology of bondage, submission, etc. without bogging down the narrative.

Hopefully Don will get the next one finished soon.

 

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Memorial Day – the Unmemorable Movie

Memorial Day opens with Kyle Vogel stateside, going to visit his grandfather, a holstered Walther P-38 in hand. From there we flash back to Iraq in 2005, with SSgt Kyle Vogel’s squad encountering an IED. Then we flash back even further to 1993, when a young Kyle discovers his grandfather’s footlocker full of souvenirs from WWII.
Kyle strikes a bargain with the WWII veteran: He will select three items from the footlocker, and his grandfather will tell him the story behind them.
Not a bad way to spend Memorial Day. Not a bad gimmick to juxtapose soldier’s stories from World War Two and Gulf War Two, either. Loaded with potential, in fact.

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For a low-budget film, the producers managed to round up some nice costumes and props, as well as a name actor and his son (to play the grandfather “Opaw” as a young soldier). A good flick could have been made with what they had to work with. Maybe even a great one. It’s been done before and could have been done this time. Overcoming the budget constraints would have been possible, but the film makers seem, to me, to be stuck in the “B” movie mindset. Or maybe that’s all they’re capable of.
First off, they desperately needed a competent technical advisor. This was obvious from the first scene in Iraq and only became more painful as the flashbacks mounted. But that’s not the only aspect of the film that grew increasingly tiresome.  Add the acting, writing and direction to that abominable snowball.
The director really wanted to make this a sentimental tearjerker, but fell on his cinematic face. The movie has a lot of positive Amazon reviews, and I have no explanation for that. I found all the hamfisted dramatic contrivances so inept that it took what remaining discipline my crotchety old civilian self still has to watch it all the way through.
This might be a Hallmark Movie Channel late night special some day, but even if it isn’t, I advise against paying money to watch it.