STATUS: Thursday, May 7th

The Daily Report

Well, weird thing: I stored my powered down laptop upside down last night, and today I turned it on… I’ve been mainly using it to do things like make the morning rounds of sites I check, since writing has been right out with the wonky keyboard… and mysteriously, the keyboard has become de-wonkified.  I suppose this points to something loose and/or foreign inside, so perhaps it would still be worth having it serviced while it’s within warranty, but I had planned on suffering through it until after WisCon and now maybe there will be less actual suffering involved?

Or it could revert to type at any moment. I’m doing this status post on the laptop, which is part of why it’s coming up so much earlier in the day than they’ve been lately. Not having a decent laptop I can use without a struggle has really put a hole in my day, professionally and creatively. I had gotten used to being able to have my laptop close enough to bed that I wouldn’t be grabbing it when I should be sleeping, but first thing in the morning when I’m full of energy and my brain is buzzing with ideas it would be right there.

If it continues to perform to spec, then maybe I’ll have that again.

The State of the Me

I got to sleep really late last night. First, none other than John Scalzi tweeted a link to the first of my Sad Puppy book reviews, which briefly crashed my server. I was able to compensate. I’ll be paying a bit more at the end of the month, but on the balance I think the exposure is probably worth it. I put off posting Tales of MU until after midnight, though, because both sites use the same resources. Well, sometime during the day, WordPress upgraded itself automatically, only it didn’t finish the clean-up (this might have been bad timing with a crash, I suppose) and I couldn’t get into the admin panel without triggering a redirect loop. So I had to troubleshoot and come up with a solution in the middle of the night. By the time I did, I was wide awake and coasting on adrenaline. It was 3:30 before I could get to sleep.

So while I’m feeling okay and doing good right now, there might be a crash in the afternoon, is what I’m saying.

Plans For Today

People are just starting to notice the second Sad Puppy book review post, and the third one is set to go live within the hour. I’d thought about spacing them out a lot further, like one every week, now I feel like striking while the iron is hot is the way to go. I have one for tomorrow, too, which closes out the week. At the moment I don’t plan on doing any more, though I have gathered some ideas. The thing is, I didn’t plan on doing any of them in the first place. The idea was just there, and I took it.

I’ve said before that I never really wanted to be a pundit or an activist, and I see that kind of thing as a distraction. Humor, though? There was a time in high school when I really thought I’d grow up to be a humorist. I just never found the path. I’m not about to give up on fiction or poetry, obviously, but I might be embracing humor writing more.

I guess that’s less a “plan for today” and more about planning in general. But like I said: I might crash.

Originally published at Blue Author Is About To Write. Please leave any comments there.

Sad Puppies Review Books: GREEN EGGS AND HAM

Green Eggs and Ham

Reviewed by John Z. Upjohn, USMC (Aspired)

I just noticed that my editor is titling these pieces “Sad Puppies Review Books” and while she says that the title has stuck I wish to make it clear it was not my idea and I do not approve of it. SJWs try to make it out that we are sad because they believe everything is about emotions and not reason. That makes me so angry I can’t even think straight.

We of the Sad Puppies campaign are not actually sad and we are not actually puppies. The puppies are a metaphor, and while I do not approve of metaphors in general the puppies are a good metaphor because we can say the puppies are sad whenever things we don’t like are allowed to happen, and no one can say that we are sad ourselves.

We aren’t sad. The puppies are. We’re not crying. The SJWs are crying. Got it?

Symbolism is an SJW weapon and they don’t like it when we use their own tactics against them. The salt in their tears nourishes me when they cry out, “John, that’s not how symbolism works.” I had a bullying SJW bitch of an English teacher who said the same thing. Cry harder, Mrs. Vandroogenbroeck. You can’t hold me after class anymore.

If I was a puppy and not a man, I might be crying after I read Green Eggs and Ham. This book is pretty much an illustrated Saul Alinksy-style Rules For Radicals manual for the kindergarten SJW set. The hero of the book is an unnamed, but proud revolutionary figure in full-on revolt against a tyrannical bullying Big Brother type who calls himself Sam-I-Am.

Sam-I-Am is a finger-wagging scold who thinks he knows better than everyone else when it comes to what’s good eating. Just as the SJWs try to convince us that stories that are not good stories are good stories by lying and saying they are good stories, Sam-I-Am tries to convince the hero that bad food is good to eat.

Well if you know anything about the gynocentric lesbian supremacist branch of Satanism that calls itself “Wiccanism”, think SAMHAIN and you will know who this man really is: Satan, the father of lies and son of Saul Alinksy.

And talking about the granddaddy of lies, this book has some whoppers in it. Just like how 1984 shows the power of The (Communist, AKA Social Justice) Party to compel Winston Smith to say that there are five lights when there are only four, this book hinges on the Satanic Sam-I-Am trying to force the narrator to accept that green eggs and ham are a natural and nutritious food. He accomplishes this by gradually wearing down the man’s resistance by exposing him to stressful shocking and even unnatural situations involving foxes and goats. This is a classic SJW tactic for shifting our culture to the left so slow you almost don’t notice it. But we notice it. We notice it.

Sadly much like 1984 this book ends with the protagonist giving in before the onslaught. He does love Big Brother. He does like green eggs and ham. He will eat them with the fox. In a perverse mockery of holy communion, he will eat them with the goat (like Pan or Baphomet, or other guises worn by Satan). This is preparing our children to have not just their food supplies controlled but also their minds and very souls.

A child indoctrinated by this book is not only trained to give in to the illegitimate application of government authority but is also primed to use these techniques to convince others. Unless your children are strong-willed and well-trained to recognize these tricks and traps I recommend keeping this book the hell away from them.

If you have raised your children right as I have done with mine then your best bet is to take a hands-on approach. I read this book to my children, taking care to explain the subtle SJW traps that were on every page. I am pleased to report that they showed no interest in it afterwards.

I think it will be a long time before any of them bring home a book by this joker, who has written numerous SJW propaganda hatchet jobs. The very title of Hop on Pop is a matriarchal assault on male authority. The Sneetches and Other Stories is a fable about the extinction of the white race due to targeted immigration and interbreeding. His books are about the political obsolescence of the straight white male and he is so shameless he doesn’t even bother to hide it.

If what was being done to us was being done to any other race they would call it genocide but if I say “keep the white race pure!” suddenly I am the one who is a racist? The Reverend Doctor Martin Luther King Junior would have wanted people who believe the races should be separate judged by the contents of our characters, not the colors of our skins, but SJWs preach that because I am a proud white man I must be the enemy. That is the lesson that this “Dr.” Seuss would teach my children, if I let him. So I do not let him teach them it!

If my sarcasm quotes were not apparent enough, let me speak plainly (unlike those two-faced SJWs, who always lie): I don’t believe the author is any kind of doctor. I don’t even believe his name really is “Seuss”. In fact, I think I know exactly it was who pinned this little propaganda tract.

Nice try, Alinsky. Better luck next time!

Two stars.

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