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Sunday, December 10, 2017

We've been here before

What a surprise! The initial word of mouth for the new Star Wars film is spectacular! Again!
The Force is strong with this one.

The first reviews are in for Star Wars: The Last Jedi — and everybody is blown away.
The world premiere of the eighth chapter in the Skywalker saga, directed by Rian Johnson, took place in Hollywood on Saturday night.

'Star Wars: The Last Jedi is everything. Intense, funny, emotional, exciting. It’s jam-packed with absolutely jaw dropping moments and I loved it so, so much. I’m still shaking,' wrote Gizmodo's Germain Lussier.

'I can’t believe The Last Jedi exists. @rianjohnson is a madman and I love him for it. He takes Star Wars to the edge and throws it over. What a crazy, awesome movie. We’ll be talking about this one for a long, long time.'
Sure we will. Having been a Star Wars fanatic turned hater by The Phantom Menace, I have not seen a Star Wars movie since. But I do take sadistic pleasure in the observing the usual process of a new release in the series.
  1. OMG! It's the BEST since EMPIRE!
  2. Okay, maybe we got a little carried away. But it's still really good!
  3. Well, I mean, it's all right.
  4. Actually, there are a lot of things that don't make any sense.
  5. And are pretty lame, come to think of it.
  6. This movie sucks.
  7. Now, what was the second one called? No, the second of the new ones, not the prequels.
The fact that SJWs are hell-bent on talking up Mary Suewalker and the ambiguously gay interracial duo only exacerbates this phenomenon.

The LA Times Jen Yamato claimed: 'StarWars: The Last Jedi is so beautifully human, populist, funny, and surprising. I cried when one POC heroine got her moment because films like these leave their mark on entire generations -- and representation matters.'

You don't say.... All that being said, I would genuinely enjoy it if they follow the color-by-numbers approach so closely that Luke cuts off Mary Suewalker's hand before he reveals that he was the sperm donor for the interracial lesbian couple who were murdered by racist Nazi stormtroopers, leaving her an orphan.

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NFL Week 14

The weekly open football thread. Discuss amongst yourselves.

UPDATE: The NFL is now hiring Fake Fans. What hath Goodell wrought?
Casting directors are now casting actors, models, and talent to work on Sunday, December 10th in Los Angeles, California.

Producers are seeking the following types:

We’re looking for LA’s biggest NFL fans to be a part of #NFLSunday’s Los Angeles Rams vs. Philadelphia Eagles Pre Game Show!

Calling all LA Rams fans!

To audition for a role in the upcoming NFL Sunday pre-game show, check out the casting call breakdown below.

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Alpha Game lives

Longtime reader Lee Jackson has agreed to keep Alpha Game running. He'll be focusing more on Game as it relates to society and he put up his first post there today. It's a good one, and highly relevant this Christmas season.
Birthday parties and cake-smeared faces. Bath time. Halloween candy pig-outs.

On social media you'll see any number of posts featuring friends showing off their cute (and often not-so-cute) children. We've seen YouTubers with massive vlogs where their children's daily lives are exposed for the entirety of the world to see.

Vox has of course warned against doing this, though many still fall prey to the temptation to show off our families. It's natural to take pride in our kids, but frankly, it's stupid to put their lives on the internet.

And not just because of predators and perverts.
I could not agree more. Keep your kids, pictures of your kids, and stories of your kids OFF THE INTERNET. One of the greatest gifts you can give your children in today's world is a clean slate as an adult.

Allow them to publicly define themselves as something other than an adjunctory decoration to your life.

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Castalia Direct print editions

Just in time for Christmas, it is now possible to order print editions directly from Castalia House through our partnership with Aerbook. At least, it is if you happen to live in the USA. So, those of you who have indicated that you'd like an alternative to ordering from Amazon can now do so, and will even, in most circumstances, get a discount from $1 to $3 dollars, depending upon the book in question.

For example, the trade paperback of A THRONE OF BONES is $25.99 instead of the usual $27.99. You will also be able to purchase books from both my Reading List and my Recommended Books List, although that will take a little time to put together. The shipping costs are based on your location, but they are reasonable. In a very few cases, such as The Ames Archives by Peter Grant, the price is actually a little higher than the retail price because we set a lower than usual retail price and discount structure.

Not all of our books are in the system yet, but we're working getting them in there. Castalia authors who are interested in selling their print editions from their own sites should get in touch, as we can put together widgets for your site that will pull the listings directly from the Castalia Direct Bookstore, including your books that we don't publish. And, of course, this will be another way to buy the 24-page comics that we'll be putting on the market next year.

UPDATE: For those who might be interested, I've added a Japanese literature section which includes many of the books I've read in the last three years. And no, I have no idea why six different editions of Kokoro were available but not a single one of Sanshiro.

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Saturday, December 09, 2017

Tom Hanks has Hollywood values?

Sarah Ruth Ashcraft‏ @SaRaAshcraft
Everyone loves Tom Hanks. I can't stand him after what he did to me. He's worried about @realDonaldTrump for good reason. He knows trump is going after pedophiles.

It seems far-fetched, but at this point, nothing and no one is too far-fetched to be impossible. And the various mentions of the Roeper School, "an international leader in gifted education and the longest running school in the country for gifted students in preschool through 12th grade," in the related discussions rang a familiar bell. For some reason, pedophiles are utterly obsessed with the idea of gifted children, even going so far as intentionally trying to breed them.

From The Last Closet by Moira Greyland
Between 1953 and 1956, my father was working with Dr. Sheldon in the Constitutional Laboratory at Columbia Medical School. Dr. Sheldon had become the coordinator of parapsychological research studies of New York’s gifted children, also called the “Superkids.” Among the Superkids were my father’s long-time friends and colleagues, Jack Sarfatti and Robert Bashlow. An unfortunate part of my father’s “research” on the Superkids was to bring them into the New York science-fiction fandom. Given my father’s future tendency to use science-fiction conventions as a place to locate gifted boys to groom and later molest, I cannot overlook the possibility that my father was sexually exploiting at least some of the Superkids.

My father loved children, especially boys, in much the same way many of us love a rare steak. Every child he met, Superkid or not, would be encouraged to go to science-fiction conventions, which meant they would often be separated from their parents for hours at a time and available to talk with him.

When my father attended science-fiction conventions, he would usually sit in a high-traffic area playing with a spinning mirrored disc or other science-related toy, until a curious male child would approach him. This was his usual method of seduction during the Seventies and Eighties that I personally witnessed, and I conclude that he first developed it in the Fifties.

While these public interactions might at first seem harmless, when one adds to it the heady mix of adult attention lavished on the vulnerable boy, reassurance of the boy’s remarkable intellect whether it was true or not, and intense, highly-focused conversations, the result frequently produced a victim who was willing to provide more or less anything that Walter wanted from him.
Note that the latest X-men series being produced by the notorious director (((Bryan Singer))) is called The Gifted.

My surmise is that children who are identified as gifted early on are more easily separated from their parents and other children for the nominal purposes of providing them with a better education, and are thereby more easily preyed upon. It's also easier to get gifted children to keep their mouths shut, because they are accustomed to not being able to speak freely in front of adults or children for fear of betraying their higher intelligence.

The Roeper School was founded in 1941 by George and Annemarie Roeper, who were forced to flee Nazi Germany. 

Imagine that. Every single time.

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Why the Left hates Christmas

Mr. John C. Wright ponders the question in his new column for Dangerous:
Why must a Leftist hate Christmas, then?  Let us look at it as a multiple choice question.

(1) A Leftist is rude.
(2) A Leftist is a killjoy.
(3) A Leftist is divisive.
(4) A Leftist hates America.
(5) A Leftist hates Christ.
(6) All of the above.
Let us ponder each possible answer:

First, the War on Christmas is waged to be rude.

It is rude, but this is not why Uncle Screwtape encourages his useful idiots to be idiots about it. Rudeness is merely a means to an end.

This war is not just a matter of public buildings replacing baby Jesus from nativity scenes with Kami the AIDS-awareness muppet, or a public schools holding A CHARLIE BROWN CHRISTMAS as a school play but deleting one scene where Linus quotes the Gospel of Luke. These are just steps.

It is not just a matter of trotting out tired old chestnuts about Christmas trees being pagan in origin or Christ’s birth being a retelling of the birth of Horus, or Mithra, or Krishna.

Let us digress a moment to remember that all those old chestnuts are bogus. All fake news.

The practice of decorating Christmas trees dates from Eighteenth Century Germany, which had not been pagan for over a thousand years.

Horus’s birth was traditionally celebrated in August, not December, and he was born to avenge his father’s death, not to cure mankind of sin. Mithra was not born, he was carved out of a rock.

As for Krishna, he was not the firstborn of a virgin, but the eighthborn of a married matron. An evil king seeks his life, but not for the reason Herod sought Christ’s. At Krishna’s birth, Vishnu appears from heaven, and whisks the mother away, brushing evil serpents and raging floods from her path. Not a long donkey ride to Egypt here.

She gives Krishna to a kindly cowherd to raise, and takes the cowherd’s daughter in swap. Upon returning, when the tyrant enters the dungeon seeking the child’s life, the cowherd’s daughter is transfigured into the goddess Yogamaya and ascends to heaven. Later, Krishna grows up to seduce rural maidens. No getting lost in a temple arguing points of law with old graybeards for this boy.

Besides, even if each jot and tittle of Christmas tradition was taken from pagan forebears unchanged except for the name “HORUS” crossed out in bright red crayon, and the name “CHRIST” crudely thrust in, so what?

The pagan forebears of the Christians were themselves the very people who converted and became Christian. Their culture also was baptized. Words, dress, architecture, calendar, was unchanged. The names of months, weekdays, planets, constellations, were kept.

Everything they kept was a pagan survival into Christianity. It all became Christian.

What was left behind was sodomy, polygamy, pederasty,  divorce  (yes, the Romans had that), contraceptive pharmaceuticals (yes, the Romans had that, too) and the belief that Caesar was sacred, but not human life.

The pagan things that did not survive are the very things the modern world wants to return to us: sodomy, polygamy, pederasty, divorce, contraception. A despot worshipped as a god. Life held cheaply. Some returned came in the 1930’s, some in the 1960’s. Some are coming.

So, to make it clear: putting pretty lights on a tree, or weaving a wreath of evergreens, is not a pagan survival. These things did not spring out of Christianity. The only thing that honestly can be said to have sprang out of paganism, and which survives to the modern day, is Christianity.

But these silly, trifling slurs and insults against nativity scenes and Charlie Brown plays, and these silly, trifling arguments about the alleged pagan roots of Christmas are not being done to change décor nor change minds. They are done to affront, not to persuade.

Win or lose, the bickering destroys something of the Christmas spirit. The rudeness is an instrument to kill the joy and pleasure of the season, to make a shared solemnity into a bone of contention.

It is done to ruin the fun.

So the War on Christmas is waged to kill the fun of Christmas, to end the joy.
Don't let them do it. Feel the joy. Feed the joy. Fuel the joy.

Il Verbo si fece carne e venne ad abitare tra noi.

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Mailvox: SJWs really do always lie

A note from a reader of SJWAL who discovered that SJWs really have to be encountered to be believed:
Just wanted to thank you for your invaluable insights in SJWAL... I got roped into joining my HOA board a year and a half ago after the former president rage quit due to resident's being angry with her behavior. She actually recommended me as a replacement. I think she actually thought I was an SJW and that she was going to be able to control me since all my interactions with her were friendly agreements in the interests of trying to get her away from me as fast as possible. She is retired so she has plenty of free time and has always been the neighbor that snoops in everyone's business and selectively complains about neighbors she does not like violating minor rules. She had been working on updating the community rules book when she quit and the rest of the board wanted to allow her to stay on the rules committee. Whenever the topic came up, I said "that is fine, but she does realize that the board can vote to accept, reject or modify her proposed rules."

Flash forward this summer and she is still working on the rules with no end in sight. The board has turned over through resignations and only myself and one of her minions remain on the board. The other 3 board members and I agree to place a deadline on the rules committee. To spare you the gory details you don't care about, the committee submitted a proposal on time after much complaining about deadlines.

The board was in the process of reviewing it and suddenly she started meeting, in secret with her minion and working on proposed modifications. We had a board meeting and her minion submitted her proposed changes, we voted on each one individually and some passed and some failed. The next day we get an angry email from her about how we were violating the law if we did not write the rules the way she had proposed. That she as a member of the rules committee she should have been invited to the meeting and included a PS that said the email was to voice her objection to our proposed rule because it was illegal - it's not - and she didn't want to be implicated if the association were sued by a concerned resident.

I wrote the response and made clear they were my opinions alone. I informed her she was not invited because the rules committee was dissolved after the deadline voted upon. I pointed out where she was wrong about the things we rejected and asked her to cite relevant law on the things she was claiming were illegal. I finished the note saying I, personally, did not appreciate the veiled threat in the post script.

She wrote an response to the whole board about how she was crying just reading my "hateful" email. She doubled down and claimed she had legal opinions to back up her assertion. She complained about how it was disrespectful of us to put a deadline on her and the other committee members etc. etc.

Next morning I decided to respond. I prefaced the email saying I wasn't going to go point by point with her because I didn't think it would be beneficial. I then stated that I was going to state three things without malice or ill will towards her. The first thing was stating that respect is a two way street and asked her to honestly consider why she has unresolved conflicts with multiple neighbors (the number is close to 30% of the neighborhood).  The second statement was that I would pray that she finds peace and contentment in her life because in 7 years I had noticed that these were things she struggled to achieve (she is a churchian). The third was the simple statement "I will not be bullied".

I get the reply later that morning. "Stop harassing me immediately" She references her email sent to the whole board about not wanting emails and I wasn't respecting her wishes. Then the bingo moment "I call this harassment, especially because I am a woman". She then threatens to contact the police and have her and her husband make sworn statements that I am harassing them if I ever speak to or email either of them again.

I was a little taken a back by this at first, reread my emails and realized they were tame and fact based, and was thankful for the fact that I sent copies of all correspondence to the board immediately before sending to or after receiving anything from her. I have 2 board members solidly backing me independently sending me emails that had the same sentiments of "good job, it's time someone confronted her" and "you were much kinder than I would have been". The same two initiated separate motions to the board about not allowing her to participate on any committees again, and seeing if there is anything we can do about her threatening a board member.
The fundamental mistake, of course, was giving this SJW the chance to have any input on the rules after she stepped down from the board. But this is a pretty textbook situation, from the board members naively failing to anticipate the SJW's bad behavior to everyone being surprised by the shameless lies and counterattacks that to which an SJW who feels threatened invariably resorts.

Fortunately, the emailer was prepared, although it was a complete waste of time to babble about respect and prayer and personal lives. I suspect the emailer may be a woman, because women are usually far too concerned about that sort of superficial virtue-signaling trivia. But the important thing is that she also made it clear to the SJW that she was not going to submit and accept the SJW's false narrative. It was also good that she copied the rest of the board on everything; notice how the SJW tried to conceal her direct communications with the emailer from the other board members.

It's not difficult to defeat SJWs once you learn to identify and anticipate them. With a little patience and foresight, you can readily trap and expose them to the benefit of naive third parties who still think SJWs are some sort of fictional bogeyman.

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Now in hardcover and paperback

The Promethean is an amazingly funny novel exposing the utter insanity of modern academia and the world of technology. An extraordinary tale of ambition, social justice, and human folly, it combines the mordant wit of W. Somerset Maugham with a sense of humor reminiscent of P.G. Wodehouse.

When American billionaire Henry Hockenheimer discovers that conquering the corporate world is no longer enough for him on the eve of his 40th birthday, he decides to leave his mark on the world by creating the first Superman, a robot as intellectually brilliant as it is physically capable. But his ideas are thwarted on every side by the most brilliant minds of the academic world, from the artificial intelligence researcher Dr. Vishnu Sharma to the wheelchair-bound head of the Diversity and Inclusion Committee of Her Majesty's Government's Bio-Engineering Research Fund, Nkwandi Obolajuwan, and, of course, Dr. Sydney Prout, formerly of the United Nations, now Special Adviser on Human Rights to the European Union.

And when Hockenheimer succeeds, despite all of the incredible obstacles placed in his way, he discovers that success can be the cruelest failure of all.

Now in hardcover ($19.99) and paperback ($14.99).

From the reviews:
  • Anyone who has read Stanley's previous book can imagine the kind of surreal humour that results. My favourite was the psychopathic Scots Professor of Extreme Celtic Studies.... Daes yer maither stitch, Asimov. If I have a complaint about the book, it's that too much of it seems like real life these days.
  • Reading this you keep forgetting it is a novel and not an autobiography set in our current day. Aside from a bit of computing power and an improved battery what is described in the book as far as technology goes is possible today. On the political and satire side, the politics wouldn't surprise you if they were to show up in tomorrow's news, the satire is biting as the motives behind the politics are exposed to the light of day. The academic satire almost doesn't qualify as satire given you can probably match it at any of our more liberal institutions today.
  • I liked this considerably more than Owen Stanley's previous literary excursion. I imagine part of that is my own experience among academics, whom Mr. Stanley gives here a fine and well-deserved skewering indeed. I would highly recommend this book to anyone who enjoyed The Missionaries. It even has the reappearance of a character or two.
  • Mr. Stanley has managed to outdo even his tremendous debut novel with this rollicking satirization of modern hyper-liberalism. A number of good philosophical questions get raised in a very subtle manner, and sacred cows are suitably self-gored. This was a very good, dark satirical story, which I'll read again. First my sides have to cease hurting from the Gaelic Rules Philosophy played here.
  • No Sophomore slump here! If you have ever had the suspicion that the age we live in has gone mad, The Promethean will confirm that that you are not the only one that has noticed.
While I still prefer Owen Stanley's first novel, in my opinion, The Missionaries and The Promethean are two of the very best novels that Castalia House has published, along with Awake in the Night Land. I've been asked to do a Christmas recommendation list of Castalia House books, and I will, but from a purely literary perspective, these are the three that anyone with a proper library will be proud to feature on the shelves.

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Mailvox: low morale men

JAG defends MGTOW:
This is why I don't look down my nose at the MGTOW guys. Most of them are MGTOW because women have become so toxic through feminism that they are no longer attractive. Plus, many of these guys have seen their brothers, fathers, uncles, etc., utterly destroyed by the feminist court system that makes the man an indentured servant for the rest of his life after taking everything else away from him all because the woman got bored or some other ridiculous reason.

I realize that this is not a popular opinion around here, but those are my reasons for being sympathetic to the MGTOWs. How could you blame them, really? I know that lack of breeding is the biggest issue many have with them, but they are staunch allies when it comes to the issue of feminism.
How could you blame them? Easily. MGTOW are low morale cowards. From the societal and civilizational perspective they are useless parasites who, by their fecklessness, are helping the barbarians win the civilization war. Sure, they're vastly to be preferred to the feminists, foreigners, globalists, and anti-Christians who are actively waging war against Western civilization, but they are passively refusing to defend it in any way.

How are they any better than the very Western women they excoriate? They are, in fact, observably worse, as both are in it merely for themselves but at least the women may produce the next generation of Western children, even if they will surely raise them in a sub-optimal manner. Neither the feral woman nor the fearful MGTOW is capable of maintaining the civilization whose toys they enjoy.

If we aren't sympathetic to soldiers who run the moment they see the first casualties in their unit, we should not be sympathetic to men who run from women because they saw someone taken down by a toxic woman. The truth is that men often suffer the legal order they deserve, because they tolerate it. Would any Roman patrician have meekly submitted to being made an indentured servant at the whim of his wife and the word of a judge?

No. He would have killed the judge, the wife, and everyone who assisted either of them, then calmly gone home and opened his veins in the bath. That's why Roman law permitted patriarchs to kill those under their authority who crossed them in any way - because they were going to do it anyway and the maintenance of legal order in their society relied upon acknowledging that reality.

But the modern man values his toys more than his honor. That's why no one, including the legal system, respects his possession of either. Men could end the entire divorce machine in 30 days if they chose, but instead, they prefer to live alone as indentured servants or in fear of becoming an indentured servant. I am not saying "wife up those sluts", I am merely saying that living one's life in fear of potentially wifing up a woman who may turn out to be less than entirely faithful and interested in playing the divorce lottery is not worthy of respect or emulation.

A man of the West takes risks. A man of the Wests molds his wife and his children. A man of the West is willing to fight for his honor, his family, and his civilization. Success is not guaranteed. But then, when, in the entire history of Man, has it ever been guaranteed? For millennia, young men of honor have fought and died for what they believe. But for what, if anything, would an MGTOW risk breaking a fingernail?

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Friday, December 08, 2017

Covering for the monsters

Inadvertently and out of good intentions, I have no doubt. But women like Claire Berlinski are covering for the monsters all the same:
We are a culture historically disposed to moral panics and sexual hysterias. Not long ago we firmly convinced ourselves that our children were being ritually raped by Satanists. In recent years, especially, we have become prone to replacing complex thought with shallow slogans. We live in times of extremism, and black-and-white thinking. We should have the self-awareness to suspect that the events of recent weeks may not be an aspect of our growing enlightenment, but rather our growing enamorment with extremism.

We should certainly realize by now that a moral panic mixed with an internet mob is a menace. When the mob descends on a target of prominence, it’s as good as a death sentence, socially and professionally. None of us lead lives so faultless that we cannot be targeted this way. “Show me the man, and I’ll show you the crime.”

Your computer can be hacked. Do you want to live in the kind of paranoid society where everyone wonders—Who’s next? To whom is it safe to speak freely? What would this joke sound like in a deposition? Do you think only the men who have done something truly foul are at risk? Don’t kid yourself. Once this starts, it doesn’t stop. The Perp Walk awaits us all.

Given the events of recent weeks, we can be certain of this: From now on, men with any instinct for self-preservation will cease to speak of anything personal, anything sexual, in our presence. They will make no bawdy jokes when we are listening. They will adopt in our presence great deference to our exquisite sensitivity and frailty. Many women seem positively joyful at this prospect. The Revolution has at last been achieved! But how could this be the world we want? Isn’t this the world we escaped?

Who could blame a man who does not enjoy the company of women under these circumstances, who would just rather not have women in the workplace at all? This is a world in which the Mike Pence rule—“Never be alone with a woman”—seems eminently sensible. Such a world is not good for women, however—as many women were quick to point out when we learned of the Mike Pence rule. Our success and advancement relies upon the personal and informal relationships we have with our colleagues and supervisors. But who, in this climate, could blame a venerable Oxford don for refusing to take the risk of teaching a young woman, one-on-one, with no witnesses? Mine was the first generation of women allowed the privilege of unchaperoned tutorials with Balliol’s dons. Will mine also be the last?
Yes, and it should be the last. The grand feminist experiment in sexual equality has failed, brutally. It failed faster than communism. It failed faster than civic nationalism. It failed faster than multiculturalism. Feminism is literally the dumbest, most destructive ideology that has ever been invented, which is no surprise because it was invented by the most neurotic women history has ever known.

And the more we learn about (((Hollywood))) and Washington and Berkeley and London, the more it is clear that not only were those "moral panics" and "sexual hysterias" justified, they were merely scratching the surface of a diseased evil that runs much deeper and wider under the surface of society than most normal Americans realized. Consider the following passage from The Last Closet, in which one member of science-fiction fandom describes the reaction of the Berkeley science-fiction community to the public behavior of Marion Zimmer Bradley's husband.
At first Berkeley was indifferent to Walter's sex life. This gradually began to change. There were two main causes for this. At a GGFS meeting at the S's, S walked into her son's bedroom—age 13—to find him in bed with Walter with Walter's arm around him. They were watching TV. (Walter is incredible.)  S wasn't about to take this. She didn't make a scene at the time, but from then on, someone else was anti-Walter. Thenceforth the S kids were under instructions to retire into their room and barricade the door with furniture whenever Walter was in the house. They did too. S wanted to ban Walter from the house entirely but Alva felt great reluctance to reject any fan.

Most people were rather amused by this incident, feeling that the kid could say "No" and even if he said "Yes" the experience probably wouldn't hurt him any. After all, Walter is so child-like himself that it would be just as if the kid were playing around with another kid. And quite apart from the sexual connotations some people were outraged that an adult could prefer the society of children to that of adults, as Walter does.

The second cause was Walter's sex play with 3-year old P. He had her trained up to the point where she would take off her clothes the minute she saw him. He would then "rub her down" and all that. I recall one occasion—a fairly large gathering at the Nelsons -- in which he also used a pencil, rubbing the eraser back and forth in the general area of the vagina, not quite masturbating her.
What I have learned from editing Moira Greyland's book is that where there is sulfuric smoke of this nature, there is not merely a fire, there is a raging inferno. What is really worse for women, sacrificing a few career opportunities for the evolutionary dead ends in the workplace or sacrificing women as young as three to the depraved appetites of sexual predators?

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Trigger time, part two

Given how much Gamma rage was inspired by the idea that fathers might protect their daughters, I can only imagine how much will result from the latest design from Crypto.Fashion and Dark Lord Designs. Also available in a short-sleeved v-neck. And yes, we changed out the rifle for variety's sake.

If I had more time, I'd construct a Gamma Bingo game with call-outs for "mate-guarding", "cuckold", "insecure", "cheating", and "whore", among others. Never mind that every man with an attractive wife is well aware of the death stare she reserves for idiots who don't respect her wedding ring or recognize her initial signal to back the fuck off.

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That's because you're not American

Sarah Silverman explains how she was shaken and scared by the sight of a young man flying an American flag.
I had a boyfriend many years ago, he was my first boyfriend who had his own house, and one day I went outside to see what he was doing, and he was hoisting an American flag up the flagpole in his front yard. And I instantly felt very weird. It didn’t make sense, but I felt this feeling of like, um, I felt scared – yeah, I felt scared. So I was like, ‘Uh, what are you doing?’ and he said, ‘Raising the flag,’ and I was like, ‘Why?’ and he’s like, ‘Um, because I love America?’ and I was like, ‘Right, right, of course.’ But inside I was shaken.

And then I calmly walked to my car and I got inside and I called my sister Susie to tell her what happened. Now, maybe you’re thinking, ‘What do you mean what happened? Nothing happened, your boyfriend put an American flag up at his own house.’ No, you’re totally right, I had no idea why I was freaking out. I just - I had this very visceral reaction and my sister, who knows shit because she’s a rabbi in Israel, explained to me, she was like, ‘Dude, nationalism is innately terrifying for Jews. Think about it: flags, marching, blind allegiance? These things tend to ring a bell for us.’ Right. Of course. Duh. It made sense.
I would be very interested to hear how those who genuinely believe that Jews are Americans to explain this reaction. Especially if they can do so without resorting to civic nationalist historical revisionism.

Then, for an encore, I'd like to hear how Japanese are true Englishmen and Dalits are true Brahmins.

What the civic nationalists and Israel uber alles crowd don't seem to recognize is how fundamentally offensive, racist, and anti-American their false narrative is. In order for their revisionist myth to be true, there can be no genuine American nation. There can be no heritage America. There can be no American people and there can be no American history. Which, of course, is precisely why revising and destroying history has been one of the primary goals of the Fake Americans for more than 100 years.

"Ethno-nationalism" is a redundancy. There is no nationalism that is not ethnic and a more proper term for "civic nationalism" is "civic statism". "Ethno-nationalism" is just anti-nationalist propaganda, and it is such an intrinsically false concept that it did not even exist before 1955.

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Beyond Alt★Hero

As you may recall, our objectives with regards to the comics industry go well beyond Alt★Hero. That may be our aircraft carrier, but our goal is not to sail around the metaphorical seas and do naval exercises while looking pretty, it is to actually sink ships, blow things up, and send in the Marines to take territory. I mentioned that one aspect of our larger strategy fell into place earlier this week, now here is a glimpse of another one.

In addition to creating our own content, we are signing comics that are being produced by others that we believe will be of potential interest to comics readers who are increasingly dissatisfied with the SJW-converged material that Marvel and DC Comics are trying to push on them. Below is a page from what will likely be the first comic that we will release through our new channel.

That's right. We're doing Wodehouse. We also have a pair of Lovecraft Noir works in the mix as well as a possible adaptation of a popular military science fiction series by one of Amazon's bestselling authors. Just to be clear, none of this is utilizing any of the resources provided by the Alt★Hero backers, it is merely the result of other content creators wishing to avail themselves of the alternative distribution channel we are creating by publishing with us.

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Thursday, December 07, 2017

Happy Converged Christmas at Tor

This is hilarious. The Macmillan executives who just shut down Pronoun have got to be eyeing serious cuts at Tor Books in 2018. At least Pronoun did what it was supposed to do.
Black Excellence: Honoring Kwanzaa through Science Fiction and Fantasy

It may be the holiday season, but for many people that goes beyond just Christmas or Hannukah. In my case, it means honoring my ancestors and culture through Kwanzaa. I’ve celebrated Kwanzaa alongside Christmas for nearly two decades now. While I no longer go through the whole ritual of lighting the mishumaa saba (seven candles) in the kinara (candleholder) or setting out the mazao (crops) and kikombe cha umoja (unity cup) on the mkeka (mat), I still try to honor the Nguzo Saba (Seven Principles) on which Kwanzaa was founded. One of the ways I do that is by spending the week of Kwanzaa focusing on work created by African Americans, from television to movies to comics to books to businesses and beyond.
It's always amusing to see people pretending to care about fake holidays for fake Americans. As for me, I like to celebrate Black Excellence during Kwanzaa by watching Serena Williams defeat an white girl half her weight in straight sets while listening to Puff Daddy's greatest hits, after which I read one of SFWA Grand Master Samuel L. Delaney's beautiful tales of true gay love between man and underage boy.

It's a very special time of year.

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A masterpiece in progress

Professor Steve Keen, aka The Greatest Living Economist, has graciously permitted me to quote some of the very first words from his Principles of Political Economy, which Castalia House will be publishing sometime in the next five years:
The True Father of Economics

Labor without Energy is a Corpse;
Capital without Energy is a Statue

Economics went astray from the very first sentence of Adam Smith’s Wealth of Nations in 1776:

“The annual labour of every nation”, Smith asserted, “is the fund which originally supplies it with all the necessaries and conveniences of life which it annually consumes, and which consist always, either in the immediate produce of that labour, or in what is purchased with that produce from other nations.”

This paragraph mimicked the structure, and even the cadence (though not the brevity), of the opening sentence of Richard Cantillon’s 1730 treatise Essai sur la Nature du Commerce en Général (which Smith read). However, Smith made one crucial substitution: he asserted that “Labor … is the fund” from which our wealth springs, whereas Cantillon asserted that it was Land:

“Land”, Cantillon began, “is the source or matter from which all wealth is drawn; man’s labor provides the form for its production, and wealth in itself is nothing but the food, conveniences, and pleasures of life.”

Both these assertions are strictly false. The true source of the wealth that humanity has generated from production is neither Labor nor Land, but the Energy that humanity’s production systems harness and turn into useful work (now known as “Exergy”). However, Smith’s assertion is irredeemably false, whereas Cantillon’s merely needs generalization to make it consistent with the fundamental laws of the universe known as the Laws of Thermodynamics.

These Laws are still poorly known by economists, which in part explains why economic theory has managed to be in conflict with them for so long. Illustrating why this is so, and why it is crucial, will take time and effort on your part to understand them (if you do not already). But the fact that no theory that contradicts them can be taken seriously was stated eloquently by the physicist Arthur Eddington in his 1928 book for lay readers The Nature of the Physical World:

The law that entropy always increases—the second law of thermodynamics—holds, I think, the supreme position among the laws of Nature. If someone points out to you that your pet theory of the universe is in disagreement with Maxwell’s equations—then so much the worse for Maxwell’s equations. If it is found to be contradicted by observations—well, these experimentalists do bungle things sometimes. But if your theory is found to be against the second law of thermodynamics I can give you no hope; there is nothing for it but to collapse in deepest humiliation.

On this undeniable basis, the only pre-2016 economic theory of production which does not have to “collapse in deepest humiliation” is that of Richard Cantillon and the School to which he belonged, the Physiocrats.
That's right. Steve Keen is taking economics all the way back to Cantillon and building upon that as a much stronger foundation! Now do you understand why I am so enthusiastic about a book that isn't even written yet? This is exactly the sort of book that Castalia House was founded to publish.

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Peak humanity

Alas for the dreams of the posthumanists and progressives. Science has spoken. Humanity has peaked:
The human race has peaked, with mankind reaching its maximum limits for height, lifespan and physical performance, scientists have claimed. Despite stories that each generation will live longer and longer, a new report suggests there may be a maximum threshold to our biological limits that we cannot exceed.

In particular, the French research team behind the study found what appears to be a plateau in the maximum biological limits for humans' height, age and physical abilities. "These traits no longer increase, despite further continuous nutritional, medical, and scientific progress," said Professor Jean-François Toussaint from Paris Descartes University.
Well, we already know that average human intelligence has peaked. The consequence of preventing starvation in Africa has been to drastically increase the low-IQ population. IQs are falling everywhere from Great Britain and Germany to the USA and South Africa.

Forget colonizing space. The West will be lucky to come out of The Great Endumbening with functional indoor plumbing. Mark my words: civic nationalism will eventually be understood to be a more foolish, more societally destructive concept than communism. It is only surpassed in that regard by feminism.

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Mailvox: the foundations of Reconquista

Scott C wonders why Donald Trump is willing to call the Muslim world's bluff on Jerusalem:
what the hell was Trump thinking by doing something that he and his advisers had to know would trigger a third Intifada???
Who cares about another Intifada? Another Intifada would actually be desirable from the American perspective, and possibly the right-wing Israeli perspective as well. The West is dealing with a much more serious problem of Muslim invasion and needs to launch Reconquista 2.0 before the outcome of it is in any doubt. The worse Muslims behave worldwide, the better, as the harder it is for their (((advocates))) in the West to cover for their customary behavior.

Best of all, those (((advocates))) can't even object to the God-Emperor's action, because he is giving them something that they have publicly demanded for decades. It's a strategically brilliant move. Myanmar and China may be the first countries to be addressing their Muslim invasions, but they will not be the last. I see Trump's action to be following a strategy similar to that of Myanmar's. Pressure, provoke, and clean house.

From the headlines:
  • 'Death to America': Lebanese press issues threats after Trump recognises Jerusalem as Israel's capital, while Turkey says US has 'pulled the pin on a bomb'
  • Pro-Hezbollah newspaper al-Akhbar carried front page saying 'Death to America' along with a burning US flag
  • Turkish Prime Minister Binali Yildirim said US had 'pulled the pin on a bomb ready to blow in the region'
  • The Palestinian terrorist group Hamas last night condemned recognition of Jerusalem as Israel's capital
  • Islamists called for 'days of rage' and new 'intifada' uprising after saying Trump had 'opened the gates of hell'
If those headlines don't surprise you, why would you imagine that they surprise the God-Emperor? They are reacting exactly as he expects them to react. All you need to ask yourself is why he wants them to react that way.

Translation: distraction. I believe a war is about to begin. Most likely on the Korean Peninsula, although if that is the second distraction, we may be in for a bigger and more unpleasant surprise.

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The hunt closes in

This is a blind item from the entertainment lawyer who was correct about everyone from Harvey Weinstein to Kevin Spacey and Matt Laeuer:
Ever wonder why one widow looks like she is grieving every day, all day, and the other looks like she is getting ready to party all the time? Well, lets go back in time a bit to the first widow. We all know she is a black widow who only cares about herself and her survival. Right up there with that is how much she loves money and fame. So, when a couple of people came to her and offered her a great deal of money to make some of her past crimes and foibles go away, she was all ears. When they offered her a chance at her own reality show down the road, she really listened. When they told her that her A- list (PJ) celebrity husband was going to divorce her and enforce that prenup, she was 100% on board.

They provided her with drugs that were much stronger versions of the ones her husband used to take. Her job was to get him hooked again. They told her exactly what to do, and how to do it every step of the way. When that first wire transfer hit a relative’s bank, she was the most enthusiastic helper ever. She might not have been there to commit the actual crime, but she was part of the conspiracy to kill him and she has had no problems with the money and fame she has received after his death. She is so greedy and so concerned with herself that she never even asked more than a few questions about why anyone would want her husband dead.

Contrast her situation with another widow. A widow who became one not that long after the first. She was married to an A- lister (RJ) herself. She would never have done anything to harm her husband. Nothing. Someone could have offered her millions of dollars and she would say no. Every day she grieves for her dead husband. She grieves for her family. She also grieves for the people that her husband and the other A- lister were trying to help.

Her husband was an inspiration to so many troubled youth and teens. Naturally those people reached out to the A-lister when they struggled. About a year or so before his death he was told by one of the teens that he had been sexually abused. The teen talked about others who had all been abused at the hands of the same group of people. The teen named some names and our A- lister knew who some of the people were. In fact, he knew one of them really well. That one is a permanent A+ lister who has been known in the past to make his problems go away permanently. When our A- lister approached him, the A+ lister advised him to not pursue things any further and to let the matter drop. It was shortly after that conversation that our A- lister talked to his friend PJ and told him what the teens had said and his conversation with the A+ lister. At that point, PJ and RJ went and spoke to the A+ lister. This time, they were warned more strongly and threats were made about their careers which the A+ lister could destroy.

PJ and RJ started interviewing the teens and recording the interviews. No one knows how that information got back to the A+ lister.
This would appear to be about the "suicides" of Chris Cornell and Chester Bennington. What I find most interesting about this story is that the A+ lister was, and is, very closely tied to a very famous movie director whose name keeps coming up in these hellish stories out of Hollywood.

And after editing The Last Closet, I can assure you, where there is this kind of smoke, there is usually a raging inferno that is considerably worse than anyone wants to believe. I strongly suspect that the public has barely begun to scratch the surface of the (((Hollywood Values))) story.

Divine confirmation of what everyone is learning about (((Hollywood)))

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Wednesday, December 06, 2017

Coverup in California

My, my, my, will wonders never cease! It seems Corey Feldman wasn't lying after all. This is why you should always keep your own recordings whenever you talk to the police, so they don't conveniently misplace the ones in their possession.
Police in California say they have uncovered a tape in which Corey Feldman lists the names of men who abused him in the past. The former child actor had claimed in October that he had given the names of sexual predators in Hollywood to the Santa Barbara County Sheriff's Office in 1993 during their investigation into Michael Jackson's molestation charges.

But the sheriff's office previously denied the claims, saying they had no records of Feldman revealing such information, however they have now changed their tune and stated that an audio recording has been found in a container from the original Michael Jackson child abuse investigation.
It is beginning to sound as if an order has gone out to stop protecting certain parties and the controlled burn just got bigger.

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The NFL doubles down

I suspect the NFL is eventually going to regret signing up for more Goodell:
The Commissioner finally has a new contract. Per a source with knowledge of the situation, the NFL’s Compensation Committee has informed all owners that a new contract for Commissioner Roger Goodell has been executed.

The memorandum to all owners explains that a “binding contract extension has been signed by the Commissioner and by Arthur Blank, on behalf of the League entities.” The memo also cites the existence of a “nearly unanimous consensus” among the owners in favor of finalizing the extension now.
The answer to problems caused by SJW is always more SJW.

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Dems to the Frankengroper: resign

The Democrats have finally concluded that it is time for (((Al Franken))) to resign:
Fourteen Democratic senators and the DNC chief urged Sen. Al Franken to resign Wednesday following the latest sexual misconduct allegation against him. After the resignation calls, Franken's office said the senator would make an "announcement" on Thursday. It didn't elaborate.

 Earlier Wednesday, Politico reported that a former Democratic congressional aide is accusing the Minnesota Democrat of forcibly trying to kiss her 11 years ago, adding to a string of allegations against him. In a statement before the calls for his resignation started, Franken denied the latest accusation against him.

In a succession of statements Wednesday, 14 of Franken's Senate Democratic colleagues — nearly a third of the party's caucus — pushed for him to step down. Among them was Patty Murray of Washington, the third-ranking Senate Democrat.
Although it would be advantageous to Republicans if Franken tried to run for re-election, it would be even more satisfying to see the nasty little creep forced to resign in disgrace. His election was fraudulent and he never should have even been nominated by the DFL in the first place.

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You need no other weapons

In case you're interested what we've been up to at DevGame, we expect to have this little arcade game out soon.


We've now got two DevGame teams making steady progress on their projects and we anticipate doing our first game-related Freestartr sometime next summer. It's going to be a remodel-and-update of one of my favorite strategy games of all time and will be set in the world of Minaria. Due to time constraints, Voxiversity, and personal interests, I've decided to stop blogging at Alpha Game and start doing more at DevGame.

That doesn't mean Alpha Game is dead, as I'll be turning over the blogging there to another astute observer of human socio-sexuality. But I think I've said all that I really wish to say on the subject, and I want to find more time to spend on my first and foremost area of interest, which is games.

We also have very good news on the Alt★Hero front. I don't wish to go into any detail on the subject at this point, but I can say that we are definitely going to be able to hit the price point I felt would be necessary in order to seriously disrupt the comics industry.

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O Jerusalem

Once again, the God-Emperor delivers where his predecessors, both Republican and Democrat, were nothing but talk:
In a momentous shift of United States foreign policy in the Middle East, President Donald Trump is set to officially recognize Jerusalem as the capital of Israel on Wednesday and initiate the process of relocating the U.S. embassy to the city from Tel Aviv, according to senior administration officials. The president is expected to officially announce the policy changes in remarks at the White House at 1pm on Wednesday.
That's great news. Jerusalem is the capital of the nation of Israel and pretending otherwise is absurd and insulting. Those who are always saying "next year in Jerusalem" no longer have any excuse for not putting their feet where their mouths are.

Now let's see the God-Emperor keep his word in two areas of considerably more import to Americans, namely, BUILDING THE WALL and DRAINING THE SWAMP.

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Mailvox: throwing girls to the wolves

Rollory disapproves of men protecting their daughters. He claims Dalrock does too, although I would not be so sure of that.
This is the sort of thing Dalrock rips to shreds every chance he gets. I don't always agree with every detail of his argument but it's definitely worth thinking about.

The message this shirt is sending is "I belong to my daddy, not to the young man who might otherwise be interested." It's crazy for the young woman, it's crazy for the father, and any young man who is sane will receive the message loud and clear and stay far away, choosing instead another girl whose father ISN'T playing the overprotective sexually jealous guardian.

An excess of suitable young grooms needing ever stricter winnowing is not at all the problem facing marriageable young women today. Again, Dalrock has covered this, and continues to do so.
Dalrock is good on many subjects, particularly on the Church and feminism, but if Rollory is correct and the message on this t-shirt is the sort of thing that Dalrock rips to shreds every chance he gets, then he doesn't understand female psychology very well, nor would he appear to have daughters or sisters. It may help to keep in mind that this is the original context of the phrase.
  1. Take a position on high ground somewhere in the middle with clean sight lines of the entire route.
  2. Load a round into your .50 caliber rifle.
  3. Take the lens covers off the scope.
  4. Watch as your little girl walks off to school by herself.
There is nothing crazy about a father being protective of his daughters. There is nothing even remotely crazy about a young woman wanting to feel protected by her daddy. While people can, and do, go too far - and anything that is more suited for a wedding or a high school prom is going too far - there is nothing overprotective or "sexually jealous" about paternal protectiveness; anyone leaping to that conclusion is raising serious questions about their own psychosexual issues. The ironic thing about citing Dalrock in this regard is that Dalrock regularly complains about "feral" young women; he even has a category called Feral Females.

Now, where do you suppose feral young women come from, families where men protect their daughters or families where men simply throw their daughters to the vagaries of sexual selection, to fend off the predators as best they can on their own? The symbolism of the t-shirt is less about winnowing the suitable young grooms, than it is about giving the daughter the strength and the permission to say "no" to the wrong ones in the full knowledge that her father will have her back.

But as it happens, the real target of the message is not men. The t-shirt is actually status-signaling on the part of the daughter, or the wife, when that version of the t-shirt is ready. It is less a warning to young men than it is bragging to other young women that she is valued, that she is loved, and that she is worthy of protection by a man who is strong enough to provide it for her. Both Dalrock and Rollory appear to have forgotten that support and protection are the two primary male roles in every relationship with women and children, and that stable young women really do treasure those things.

I suspect a telling determinant will be who loves these shirts and who hates them. My prediction is that good girls from strong families will love the message and feminists will furiously hate it. The more interesting question, and one to which I do not have an answer, is: why do men like Dalrock and Rollory dislike it so much?

Regardless, King Edward's motto is appropriate.

Honi soit qui mal y pense.


UPDATE: since we're discussing the shirt, I should mention that the long-sleeve crewneck version is now available as well.

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Tuesday, December 05, 2017

That red dot....

Just in time for Christmas, Crypto.Fashion has produced what is probably the most long-awaited t-shirt design in the Dark Lord Designs collection, based on a phrase I coined some time ago. Perfect for any daughter, particularly of the teenage variety.

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SJW journalism in action

The Other McCain observes how Democratic activists with bylines showcase the Three Laws of Social Justice:
It’s not a “crackpot conspiracy theory” to believe Crist is a closet case, and that his marriages were merely camouflage. This kind of gossip has long been widespread in Florida political circles. But this wasn’t why Tea Party conservatives hated Crist in 2009, when the then-Republican governor of Florida dishonestly secured the endorsement of both the state party chairman and the National Republican Senatorial Committee 15 months ahead of the 2010 GOP Senate primary. With Tea Party backing, Marco Rubio surged ahead to beat Crist, who eventually became a Democrat. (And the exposure of corruption of the state GOP apparatus sent some people to prison.) When Joy Reid started gay-baiting Crist in 2007, however, Crist was seen as a “rising star” in the GOP, and smearing him as a closet homosexual was obviously an attempt by Reid — then as now a partisan Democrat — to sabotage the career of a Republican.

The issue is not whether Joy Reid is a “homophobe” any more than the issue is whether Crist is gay. Indeed, I have argued that much of what is condemned as “homophobia” is neither wrong nor harmful. The real issue is that Reid is dishonest — a Democrat Party hack, masquerading as a journalist — and that she is an unscrupulous hypocrite, willing to do whatever she can to hurt Republicans, even if it means acting in direct contradiction to her own party’s alleged “principles.”

(In fact, Democrats have no principle other than the pursuit of power.) Furthermore, Reid’s behavior illustrates Vox Day’s Three Laws of SJWs:
  1. SJWs always lie.
  2. SJWs always double down.
  3. SJWs always project.
For more detail, well, you know where to find them.

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The Holocaust never happened: a logical proof

Being a superintelligence and the bestselling political philosopher on the planet, it is child's play to logically prove that the Holocaust never happened.
  1. Science is the sole legitimate arbiter of truth.
  2. Science cannot prove the Holocaust happened.
  3. That which cannot be proved by science does not, and did not, exist.
  4. Therefore, the Holocaust never happened.
QED. (drops mic)

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A coverup at the opera

It appears that (((James Levine)))'s co-ethnics have been protecting the Metropolitan Opera's abusive homosexual conductor and paying off his victims for decades.
As the Metropolitan Opera reeled from the suspension of its longtime conductor James Levine over sexual misconduct accusations, a fourth man came forward Monday saying that Mr. Levine had sexually abused him decades ago, when the man was a student.

Met officials scrambled to deal with the cascade of accusations, emailing donors to assure them that the Met will be taking “all appropriate actions” — even as the opera house came under sharp criticism for not investigating Mr. Levine after learning in 2016 of a police inquiry into a report of sexual abuse against him.

The Ravinia Festival also announced Monday night that it had “severed all ties” with Mr. Levine, its former music director, who had planned to begin a five-year term as conductor laureate in the summer of 2018. “We are deeply troubled and saddened by the allegations and sympathize with everyone who has been hurt,” the festival said in a statement.

The man who made the new accusations Monday, Albin Ifsich, said he had been abused by Mr. Levine beginning in 1968, when Mr. Ifsich was 20 and attending the Meadow Brook School of Music, a summer program in Michigan where Mr. Levine was a rising star on the faculty. He said that the abuse continued for several years after he joined a tight-knit clique of young musicians who followed Mr. Levine in Cleveland and later New York....

In the email to Met donors, Ann Ziff, the chairwoman of the Met’s board of directors, and Judith-Ann Corrente, its president and chief executive officer, wrote that they had been “deeply disturbed” by the reports about Mr. Levine. A recipient of the email shared it with The Times on Monday night.

“Together with general manager Peter Gelb, we are committed to a complete investigation of the allegations against Mr. Levine, and we would like to assure you and all of the Met’s loyal donors that the company will be taking all appropriate actions,” the two Met officials wrote in the email. “We also want to assure you that we will never lose focus on our artistic mission to continue to deliver performances of the highest artistic level to our audience.”

Some opera lovers and others took to social media to question whether the Met knew about troubling behavior by Mr. Levine and why Mr. Gelb and other leaders did not investigate him before now, given disturbing rumors about his private life that had long circulated in music circles.

Mr. Gelb, in an interview, dismissed rumors circulating online that the Met had reached settlements in the past with the families of abuse victims as untrue.

“Since I’ve been at the Met there has not been a single instance of somebody coming forward to make a complaint, ever, about Levine in recent Met history,” Mr. Gelb said. “And if you talk to the previous general managers about their watches, they say the same.”

“There have been no complaints and no settlements, and this has been verified by the Met’s finance office, our development office,” he said.
Perhaps Mr. Gelb is telling the truth. Or perhaps he is playing semantic games with the word "recent". Certainly there is contradictory information being spread around Twitter and elsewhere. From the timeline of David Hines‏ @hradzka:
For those who missed it, James Levine -- music prodigy, acclaimed conductor, music director 1976–2016; artistic director 1986–2004; music director emeritus 2016–present -- had a scandal break involving abuse of a 15yo boy. Except if you had any serious New York classical music scene people on your TL, you saw them *freaking the hell out* because they knew how huge the story was. There were lots and lots and lots and lots of rumors about Levine and boys, but nobody knew anything actionable because nobody knew any victims.

One of the top music execs in the country told me 20 years ago when I asked “it’s all true, there have been millions paid in settlements.” I believed him. Levine has led an extremely sordid life that would have landed anyone else in prison long ago. Because the people who did know were either paid off, or doing the paying off.

One of the great conductors in the world and yet, at some point, he stopped conducting in Europe. Didn’t anyone wonder why? That’s a rare thing. I always assumed it was his health, but a friend with close ties to the industry said earlier tonight on Facebook that he'd heard Levine had actually been banned from visiting England.

That is absolutely true. And it’s not the only place. The shit he did in Munich when he was there. Ernst Rohm level stuff. Basically, there's no way anybody in a position of power at the Met during his tenure didn't know, and if the payouts were at "millions of dollars" *twenty years ago...*
So, which is more probable, the decades of rumors are completely false and have no basis in fact or this is yet another example of one (((gentleman))) in a position of power covering for another (((one)))? Ask yourself this question: if the Metropolitan Opera is telling the truth, how is it possible that so many accusers from so long ago have come forward so quickly, and Levine has only been suspended? It appears his (((defenders))) are still trying to protect him, even as they claim that he's already stepped down, he's old news, and actually, they aren't entirely sure to whom you might even be referring.

The cracks in the Pizzagate wall continue to grow. Note that director (((Bryan Singer))) went inexplicably AWOL from his current film project before being fired from it yesterday. The filthy creatures know their lies and their behavior is going to be exposed sooner or later and they are beginning to panic. Given the way in which past hints have turned out to be correct, it appears everyone from Steven Spielberg and George Lucas to Jared Leto, James Franco, and Don Henley will be going down, and that's just the world of entertainment.

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Deal with it, commies

Lefties are deeply upset to discover that their labor is of so little value that they can be literally replaced for nothing:
#LAWeekly fired their staff in favor of unpaid “contributors.” If you are an aspiring writer, and you submit to them, you are insuring it becomes impossible to make a living in this field.
- Jennifer Wright‏

As with music, just because you love something so much that you'd do it for free, doesn't mean that you don't deserve to be paid for your hard work that makes other people money.
- Zack Stentz
See, the problem is supply and demand. The labor theory of value is false. There is no intrinsic value in one's labor that merits automatic compensation. In cases such as this, the value of the channel greatly exceeds the value of the indistinguishable content flowing through it.

We have firsthand experience of this. We have a perfectly functioning store that sells - or as is increasingly the case, sold - ebooks that are superior to the ebooks that Amazon sells. Unlike Amazon, we don't DRM the epubs sold there, whereas Amazon converts exactly the same epub into a proprietary format that can only be read on a Kindle device or application. The price is exactly the same.

And yet, we sell literally 100 times more books through Amazon because that is how people almost uniformly prefer to buy them. In fact, we have learned that we even do better giving Amazon exclusive distribution rights and permitting them to give books away to its KU subscribers and then compensate us for those who actually read them at about one-half the page rate that would be equivalent to a book sale than we do selling our books on our own store. More than three times better.

Of course, this preference for the dominant channel will sooner or later lead to the usual monopoly-related problems, which is why we will continue to maintain our digital storefront. But as long as the channel is more valuable than the content, content providers will be at risk by those willing to provide cheaper, or even free, substitutes. And the more that content is readily available, the less one is going to be compensated for it.

Steve Keen may have disproved the inescapability of the Law of Supply & Demand, but that doesn't mean it is never relevant, only that it may not always be applicable to a given situation. But in this particular case, there is clearly more demand for free labor than there is for expensive labor. The writers and musicians affected would be wise to contemplate why their work is so easily replaced by free substitutes; the irony is that the free music available today is often superior in quality to that for which one must pay up front.

Case in point: Erock's instrumental version of Let It Go is a joyful thing of beauty that surpasses Leo Moracchioli's very good metal cover, and both of them are far more interesting than the Disney-published version available in the stores. I don't know that I've ever seen a better combination of technical pyrotechnics with staying completely within the melodic framework of a song. Note to aspiring young guitarists: if you want to make an unforgettable impression on the girls in your town, learn to play this.

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Monday, December 04, 2017

EXCERPT: The Wrath of Angels

This is an excerpt from The Wrath of Angels. It is not necessary to read either The War in Heaven or The World in Shadow first. In fact, I'm not even sure if it is advisable to do so. This series is not my best fiction, but more than a few readers have enjoyed it.

Thirty miles south of London, there is a garden park located on the edge of the Sussex Weald. It is a quiet place, and beautiful, graced by a chain of five lakes linked by waterfalls. Only a few paces outside the park’s boundaries, three trees stood next to each other in a single row, two chestnuts and a mighty oak, with branches interlocking and knobby roots digging deep into the rich, loamy dirt of the quiet forest. Such a sight would not normally occasion any cause for comment, except for the fact that ten seconds ago, the area on which they stood had been largely devoid of vegetation, with the exception of a solitary ceanothus, the continued thriving of which looked less than promising in light of how its access to the sun had been unexpectedly curtailed.

Two squirrels, which had been happily occupied with chasing each other’s tails until the sunlight suddenly vanished, pulled up from their sport in some confusion. They were quite familiar with the location of every nut-bearing tree in the immediate vicinity, and even to their diminutive rodent minds it seemed implausible to the point of impossibility that they could have somehow overlooked the massive acorn-producing factory that now towered over their furry grey heads.

The smaller of the two squeaked quizzically at his companion, who sat back on his haunches with an expression of overt skepticism that would have been comprehensible even to an observer who did not happen to be a member of the greater sciurus family. The small squirrel was not to be dissuaded, though, not with the promise of what appeared to be the finest unmarked claim that southeastern English squirreldom had seen in five generations.

His nose quivered, then he cautiously took a step towards the giant oak. Then another, and a third, followed by a little leap that brought him within a single bound of the great tree. An ill-timed gust of wind caused its branches to rustle threateningly, and the second squirrel chirped a warning which encouraged his more adventurous friend to think twice about venturing the giant on the first go. Instead, he scrambled up the leftmost tree, the taller of the two chestnuts, and edged out on a limb that would bring him to within inches of one of the mighty oak’s lower branches.

He never made it, though. Without warning, without even the smallest breath of wind, the limb on which he was crouching twitched violently and sent him tumbling head-over-tail to the ground eight feet below. No sooner had the surprised rodent touched the ground than he was scampering off for the protection of more familiar trees, more proper trees, trees which held still as trees were supposed to hold still, and suffered the pitter-patter of little feet with forbearance. Only slightly behind him was his friend, who was squawking angry imprecations over his shoulder as he retreated hastily.

“Oh, that’s not nice,” commented the tree, now sans squirrels.

“I don’t think you’re supposed to do that,” muttered the other chestnut.

“I couldn’t help it, those tiny claws, they tickle!”

“You have to relax, be the tree.”

“I don’t believe everyone is quite as accustomed to the need to hide from pursuit as you, Puck,” commented the oak in a deep oakish bass. “So, what do we do now?”

“We wait. Beowaesc will be here soon, I’m sure. I told him I might be needing to lie low for a while, and this is a good place to do it. No one ever comes here except the woodland spirits and tempters stuck watching over the occasional eco-freak. He’ll probably have noticed our arrival, and if not, those disgusting little squeakers will probably run right to him anyhow.”

“They’re not disgusting,” protested the first chestnut. “Their feet just tickle, that’s all.”

“Rats with tails,” insisted the other chestnut, shaking its branches. “Don’t be fooled by the cute fluffy act, it’s nothing but a charade. If you’d ever been a tree before—”

“Silence!” The oak commanded an end to the discussion. “One comes.”

An outline of a face appeared on the bark of the chestnut tree. The face resembled Robin’s, in the same way that a face pressed up against a bed sheet resembles the face of the person behind the bed sheet. It was not entirely recognizable, but as Robin had said, Beowaesc was expecting him. And then, Beowaesc was more than a little accustomed to differentiating between one tree and another.

“Ah, so there you are. You don’t know much about trees, do you, Puck.”

“Er… a good day to you, my lord. Why do you say that?”

Beowaesc was a tall forest god, with richly hued skin that shone like varnished beech. His well-kept beard was mahogany and of middling length, and his eyes, filled with the ancient wisdom of the woods, were set deep into his craggy face. He carried a neatly polished staff, and his bare feet were so hard and horny that Robin pitied any poor boots forced to protect the earth from them should he ever choose to wear a pair. Antlers sprang from his forehead, not a great stag’s rack like the Hunters, but a humbler pair of three-tined horns. Like his forest, Beowaesc had a touch of civilization about him, and yet there was a sense of earthy power radiating from him even so.

The forest lord pointed to the blue-flowered tree shrouded by their branches. “It’s quite simple. No ceanothus could ever grow to such heights enshrouded by the likes of you three. Anyone who knows the first thing about vegetation would know something was amiss. Why, even a mortal would have noted it!”

A look of chagrin crossed the bark face. Robin’s lips twisted in an expression of frustration, and in the blink of an eye, the chestnut disappeared and he was himself again, albeit clad in an appropriately woodsy brown robe.

“You make it sound so obvious!”

“It is, if you know what to look for.”

“Very well, what would you advise, then, should we seek to avoid drawing unwanted attention.”

Beowaesc stroked his beard and smiled at Robin, as if he were a favored nephew. “Why don’t you introduce your companions to me first? Then, I shall advise you as to a suitable locale. There is a pleasant glen with a lovely view of the main waterfall not far from here. It’s only about a five minute walk. I’ve spent many a pleasant season there.”

Robin tried not to roll his eyes. A season? And more than once? This was not his first time as a tree, nor even his twentieth, but it was a guise he wore only out of necessity. It was mind-crushingly boring, for one thing, and for another, Lahalissa was right. Squirrel feet tickled something terrible. “How very kind,” he answered, leaving his thoughts unvoiced. “This is Lahalissa, in service to… a Shadow Lady of some note known as Dr. Sprite.”

“Indeed,” Beowaesc nodded politely as the second chestnut transformed before him. As Robin hoped, the forest lord had no knowledge of the world of mortal academics and would ask no dangerous questions. Beowaesc smiled in appreciation, though, as the lovely daemoness curtsied to him wearing a leafy woodland outfit that honored his position as well as her figure. “The aspect suits you well, my dear. Be welcome in my weald, Lahalissa.”

“Thank you, Great Lord,” she breathed submissively.

“And this—”

“Oh, no. No, no, no.” Beowaesc’s eyes widened and he backed away from the place where the giant oak had stood only a moment before. “That’s not possible. It can’t be!”

“So you recognize your rightful liege, old friend?” said Oberon, and his voice was like frost running down the edge of a sword blade. “Or perhaps you have forgotten oaths sworn long ago, sworn by Rose and Thorn.”

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Mailvox: SJWs ruin everything

A reader writes about how convergence ruled his church:
The first time I corresponded with you was last year, in which I asked advice about a church which brought in a San Francisco 49er for one of their sermons. The entire point of the sermon was to lecture the congregation on how Colin Kaepernick was doing God's work by kneeling for the anthem-- not scriptural in the least. They followed a pattern of social justice convergence: firing pastors who were more scholarly in biblical works, hiring a woman to preach once a month, bringing in a more "diverse" congregation intentionally to replace the faithful. My wife and I walked out on the church and never returned. The advice you gave was to take charge of the spiritual matters of my family, as a man should, and on my end, as I've turned to Him, God has bestowed us with blessings beyond anything I could have imagined this year.

However, the converged church is not faring so well. They used to be one of the largest churches in the San Francisco Bay Area, and by all accounts they are failing hard. Attendance has dropped drastically. They've lost most of the actual "doers" on their staff to other churches. They've replaced most paid staff with volunteers who aren't as competent. The church used to have its own coffee shop which it has now closed down because it no longer can sustain itself. In the space of one year since veering off into social justice, it has destroyed itself.

Social justice leads to complete ruin every time. Thought you might like an update.
I can't say I'm surprised. The death knell is the female preachers. I don't know why, exactly, but once a church reaches that point, you can rest assured that it isn't coming back.

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Mailvox: do not "correct" me

I so despise the sort of midwit who leaps upon every possible opportunity to "correct" someone in order to show off how smart he is, and in doing so, demonstrates his own ignorance. Add in a dash of smug passive-aggression if you want to maximize the annoyance factor. Here is a suggestion: if you think I've gotten something wrong, look it up. If the 14 years of this blog serve as a reliable guide, there is about a 98 percent chance you are wrong.
VD: We can only hope that he will treat them in much the same way Sulla treated his political opponents

valiance: The way *Marius* treated his political opponents, surely?

VD: No.
From Infogalactic: Sulla

At the end of 82 BC or the beginning of 81 BC, the Senate appointed Sulla dictator legibus faciendis et reipublicae constituendae causa ("dictator for the making of laws and for the settling of the constitution"). The "Assembly of the People" subsequently ratified the decision, with no limit set on his time in office. Sulla had total control of the city and republic of Rome, except for Hispania (which Marius's general Quintus Sertorius had established as an independent state). This unusual appointment (used hitherto only in times of extreme danger to the city, such as during the Second Punic War, and then only for 6-month periods) represented an exception to Rome's policy of not giving total power to a single individual. Sulla can be seen as setting the precedent for Julius Caesar's dictatorship, and for the eventual end of the Republic under Augustus.

In total control of the city and its affairs, Sulla instituted a series of proscriptions (a program of executing those whom he perceived as enemies of the state). Plutarch states in his "Life" of Sulla (XXXI): "Sulla now began to make blood flow, and he filled the city with deaths without number or limit", further alleging that many of the murdered victims had nothing to do with Sulla, though Sulla killed them to "please his adherents".

"Sulla immediately proscribed eighty persons without communicating with any magistrate. As this caused a general murmur, he let one day pass, and then proscribed two hundred and twenty more, and again on the third day as many. In an harangue to the people, he said, with reference to these measures, that he had proscribed all he could think of, and as to those who now escaped his memory, he would proscribe them at some future time." -Plutarch, Life of Sulla (XXXI)

The proscriptions are widely perceived as a response to similar killings which Marius and Cinna had implemented while they controlled the Republic during Sulla's absence. Proscribing or outlawing every one of those whom he perceived to have acted against the best interests of the Republic while he was in the East, Sulla ordered some 1,500 nobles (i.e., senators and equites) executed, although it is estimated that as many as 9,000 people were killed. The purge went on for several months. Helping or sheltering a proscribed person was punishable by death, while killing a proscribed person was rewarded with two talents. Family members of the proscribed were not excluded from punishment, and slaves were not excluded from rewards. As a result, "husbands were butchered in the arms of their wives, sons in the arms of their mothers". The majority of the proscribed had not been enemies of Sulla, but instead were killed for their property, which was confiscated and auctioned off. The proceeds from auctioned property more than made up for the cost of rewarding those who killed the proscribed, making Sulla even wealthier. Possibly to protect himself from future political retribution, Sulla had the sons and grandsons of the proscribed banned from running for political office, a restriction not removed for over 30 years.

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#MORETHAN4

I have to admit, the low percentage of cancer money dedicated to researching pediatric cancers kind of shocked me.
Joey Bosa, defensive end, Los Angeles Chargers. The other day, I was discussing with Bosa a column he was doing for The MMQB about a teenage boy he’d met in Houston, Sean, who had twice beaten cancer. Bosa decided to let Sean design his cleats for “My Cause, My Cleats,” the program in which the league allowed players to wear cleats designed to promote whatever cause is nearest and dearest to them. Bosa decided on pediatric cancer. So instead of asking Bosa for his Most Valuable Possession, I’ll let him pen his feelings about his Most Valuable Cleats, designed by his high-school buddy.

“Sean educated me on a lot of things about cancer. He told me, ‘Did you know that out of all the money raised for cancer research, only 4 percent goes to pediatric cancer?’ That just shocked me. That is not my world at all. I never even thought of it. I just thought how unfair that seemed. Four percent? Four percent? That just made a huge impact on me … I asked Sean if he wanted to design my cleats this year. I think he was pretty excited about it. I connected him with my rep at adidas, and I let Sean do whatever he wanted. You probably know breast cancer is pink. Pediatric cancer is gold. So they came up with these cleats.

“It’s Sean’s message to the cancer community: CHILDREN DESERVE #MORETHAN4. I love it. I think it’s fantastic. And I hope America gets to see his message from coast to coast.”
That's ridiculous. It makes no sense to devote so much research and health care money to old people who have already lived their lives at the expense of children who haven't had the opportunity to live them yet. The NFL should trade pink for gold.

The NFL is doing a lot that is wrong and is justly suffering the consequences of Roger Goodell's stupid decisions. But one recent initiative I do like is the way they are permitting the players to use their cleats to support various causes.

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Don't count out the Grand Inquisitor

It is possible - POSSIBLE - that Attorney General Jeff Sessions has not been as completely useless as he has appeared to be for most of this year.
Did you know the DOJ has been investigating the FBI for 11 months…. wait, what?

Hold-up on the criticism folks.  Three important statements today from the DOJ, FBI and OIG indicate there have been ongoing investigations and reviews of conduct within the upper tiers of leadership within the Department of Justice and the FBI.

Given the nature of the leaked IG investigation to the Washington Post and New York times; surrounding apex investigator and deputy head of counterintelligence at the FBI Peter Strzok; and accepting the direct approach of President Trump in his tweets toward that revelation; and adding the layer of Intel Chairman Devin Nunes threatening to file ‘contempt of congress charges‘; there is every indication something is about to break – very soon....

It would be prudent to withhold negative opinion of AG Sessions and FBI Director Wray until we can see the outcome of the Inspector General findings – which will, given the duration of the investigation, likely be a very lengthy and extensive report.

All of a sudden the recent FBI leaks to the Washington Post and New York Times make more sense.  All of the embedded political agents within the DOJ and FBI are quite possibly about to be exposed.  This would explains a lot of the current activity and visible angst from within the participants of the professional administrative state.

This year-long OIG investigation could possibly explain a great deal of the current headlines on all sides of the DC spectrum.  The black hats are on the cusp of being exposed.
In other words, there may be even more winning than was hitherto suspected. We'll see. Regardless, still not tired. Drain the Swamp. Build the Wall.

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