There’s no such thing as an “illegal immigrant”?

You know the drill.

Funny how guns get to be “illegal.”

Right, Bloomberg?

As of today, I will respond to any whining about “illegal guns” with a call for amnesty and legalization, with no registration.


Brennan Testimony: TL;DR

o John Brennan, the former CIA director is testifying before the House Select Committee on Intelligence.

Congresscritter: Do you have evidence that the Russian government colluded with the Trump campaign to affect the election?

Weasel: I believe they did. (actually took about five minutes to say that)

Congresscritter: Do you have evidence that the Russian government colluded with the Trump campaign to affect the election?

Weasel: No. But they did. (that was around ten minutes and counting, when I walked out)

Lather, rinse, repeat, go to start.

That SOB is going to get someone killed

I’ve mentioned the idiot chief meteorologist at Jacksonville’s channel 4. I sometimes watch his segment just to see what stupidity he’ll come up with: the sun setting an hour early, the North Pole melting in the middle of winter, other dumbass stuff. But today…

My sister told me she got a tornado warning alert on her phone, so I pulled up weather reports and radar. I knew there was a strong thunderstorm to the north. Sure enough, Doppler radar indicating a possible tornado and a spotter reporting a funnel cloud.

7 miles north of us, moving east.

While I was doing that, my sister turned on channel 4, where Chief Moron John Gaughan was reporting the tornado and helpfully pointing it out on a map.

A couple miles southwest of us. Basically heading our way.

Well, I knew that was unlikely, given what I’d seen on radar… and what I could eyeball in the frickin’ sky: scattered clouds to the south, powerful storm to the north.

That fucking microcephalic moron was warning the wrong area, and ignoring the actual path.

He’s going to get someone killed. They need to pull him off the air.

Write your own damned story

Shit like this pisses me off.

Liberal Anger Erupts Against Late Playwright Edward Albee After His Estate Blocks Casting of Black Actor
But Albee, who died last September, has gone from liberal darling to cultural pariah overnight after his estate blocked the casting of a black actor in an Oregon production of Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
In a letter to Streeter, Sam Rudy, a spokesman for the estate, defended the decision to forego ‘colorblind’ casting: “It is important to note that Mr. Albee wrote Nick as a Caucasian character, whose blonde hair and blue eyes are remarked on frequently in the play, even alluding to Nick’s likeness as that of an Aryan of Nazi racial ideology.

Would Streeter do a production about Harriet Tubman played by an Asian trans man?

Well… probably. But he could bloody well write the story himself.

If he has a message he wants to send to the world, he can write an original work. But that’s hard; it requires imagination, new ideas. It’s so much easier for hacks to take someone else’s tale and make it “edgier” or something. A black man in a white college professor’s home in 1962 would necessarily be a different story than WAOVW. So don’t call it that.

The only reason to do that is to trade on another person’s name and reputation, rather like identity theft.

Oh Brother, Where Art Thou? was entertaining as hell. Original ideas… and it took me a few minutes to realize I was seeing an amusing take on The Odyssey. But they didn’t steal the name.

Ditto Westside Story, a clever update of a classic tale into a rather different cultural millieu.

But… Nick was Aryan, not black. In 1962 America it made a difference (consider Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner).

Khan Noonien Singh was a Sikh, a deposed warlord on the run. Not a Brit working for the Federation. Swapping the Kirk/Spock lines around from one movie to the next is not cleverly imaginative either; it’s a hack gimmick. It’s not creative. But calling it a “reboot” let them slap the crowd-drawing ST logo on it.

“Pappy” Jack Holloway was a curmudgeonly independent prospector/gunslinger. Not a metrosexual working for the Company. Again, warping a story isn’t in itself creative. But stealing Piper’s title Little Fuzzy let him attract actual Piper fans (albeit briefly).

If you think you have a neat story idea, write it and put your own name and title on it.* If you really think you can do good stuff in another person’s fictional universe, do what John Ringo did when he wrote some stuff in Larry Correia’s Monster Hunters world: he got Correia’s permission and ran the drafts though him for continuity and consistency checks. Result: some good books that truly are part of Correia’s universe, with Ringo’s own unique spin.

Screwing with another writer’s work is simply wrong.

* Only once have I written something in another writer’s universe. In the ’90s, some young people in a Babylon 5 fan forum started a fanfic chain story where they placed forum members onto the B5 station. One of them inserted me into an awkward situtation and forwarded the story to me. I felt obliged to resolve my fictional dilemma, and returned the favor to the culprit. The story was a private, never-to-be-published joke. I don’t recall definitely, but I think it may have been sent to B5’s creator Joe Straczynski — also a forum member — in the expectation that he’d appreciate the humor.


You know…

University of Hawaii Professor Demands White Men Quit Their Jobs
A University of Hawaii math professor has urged every white man to quit their job or take a demotion and deemed those who disagree with her proposition as racist, sexist and transphobic.

… I think she’s right. Every last one. Quit. No notice. Just say fuck it, and shrug.

Then drink beer and eat popcorn while we watch the American economy collapse when 42.7% of the total workforce decides it’s had enough of this irrational shit.