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The Drowning Empire, Episode 56: 12 Angry Bu

The Drowning Empire is a weekly serial based on the events which occured during the Writer Nerd Game Night monthly Legend of the Five Rings game. It is a tale of samurai adventure set in the magical world of Rokugan.

If you would like to read all of these in one convenient place, along with a bunch of additional game related stuff, behind the scenes info, and detailed session recaps, I’ve been posting everything to one thread on the L5R forum,http://www.alderac.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=295&t=101206

This week’s episode was written by Zach Hill.
Continued from: https://monsterhunternation.com/2014/05/30/the-drowning-empire-episode-55-on-discarded-parchment/

12 Angry Bu

 

Yuki was surrounded by giggling courtesans. One painted her nails, another did her hair and another painted her face. She hadn’t moved for over an hour. She was sure she’d end up looking ridiculous and all this torture would be for nothing.

The girl with the white painted face and green eye shadow stepped back from painting her face and chewed on the end of her brush.

“What do you think, girls?”

All the courtesans stopped what they were doing and moved away to get a look at her. Their faces lit up like lanterns in expressions of joy and surprise.

“Oooh! I like it!”

“Very pretty.”

“She’s gorgeous!”

“This is an exquisite work of art.”

The green eye shadow girl leaned forward.

“Yuki, you wanted to make an impression. You don’t have to worry about that.”

They better not have made her look like a hooker. That was definitely not the impression she wanted to make.

“Mirror,” Yuki said.

A mirror with a carved ivory handle was placed in her hand and Yuki brought it up to get a look.

She didn’t recognize the face that looked back at her. The eyes were larger, the lips fuller and she looked (she couldn’t think of another word) beautiful. She wasn’t done up like a stage actor like these courtesans were. She looked like a lady.

“She likes it.” Green eye shadow said.

“She loves it.”

“I love it.”

Yuki continued to look at herself. She moved the mirror up to where her hair was done in an elaborate bun with decorated sticks poking out almost like a peacock. Small silver medallions hung from each stick.

She was about to compliment the girls when the door slid open. She looked over to see who it was and her hair decorations jingled.

Shintaro stood in the door way in his best kimono. He was cleaned, no fresh wounds, and he looked every part the samurai he was.

“Where is…” Shintaro started to say but stopped when his eyes fell on her.

Yuki stood up, almost tripping over the long kimono. She was used to much shorter clothes.

These clothes, not only were silk and long, but they were bright red with green leaf designs like bamboo stalks. Her lips were the same red and the shoes they showed her earlier were also the same red and green.

“What do you think?” She asked.

“Beautiful,” Shintaro whispered.

“Will it make an impression?” Yuki asked.

Shintaro nodded.

“That it will,” he said. “It’s a work of the finest art, but isn’t it a little…ostentatious? Back in Sparrow Lands…”

“Hush up,” Green eye shadow said. “She’s supposed to look ostentatious. I don’t know what poor lands you come from, but here in the colonies, wealth is power and to show you have power, you have to show your wealth. There’s no better way that with a beautiful lady dressed in the finest at your side.”

Shintaro only nodded but kept his eyes locked on her.

“Is it time?” Yuki asked.

“Indeed. We need to leave now.”

Shintaro regained his composure and escorted her to the door where their shoes awaited them.

Soon they were outside in the streets walking toward the embassy where they would meet with the Minor Clan leaders.

It was midday and everywhere vendors were shouting out and carts pulled by peasants ran by. She noticed how people stopped and stared at her. For the first time in her life, people were awed by her.

It was all fake of course, but for now she could at least pretend she was a fine noblewoman.

“You do look stunning,” he said.

“Thank you. But more importantly, do you know what you’re going to say to them?”

“More or less.”

“This is important.”

“I know it is.”

“Then tell me what you’re going to tell them.”

“I’m going to appeal to their honor and…”

“Wait, wait. That won’t work.”

“Why not?”

“Honor won’t get them to risk their men on a dangerous mission.”

“But they’re samurai. Their honor will demand it.”

“Honor won’t win against practicality. You have to make it in their interests.”

Shintaro fell silent as he thought. She could always tell when he was thinking. He rubbed his chin and furrowed his brow.

He was very bad at hiding his thoughts at times.

“You want me to give them what they want,” he finally said.

“Exactly.”

“So, I have to sit there and listen while they list off all their selfish demands.”

“More or less.”

“Perhaps Uso should be doing this.”

That would never work. No matter how smooth Uso’s tongue was, they wouldn’t listen to a Lion. Lion treated small clans like samurai treat peasant. Shintaro didn’t see this through his opaque fog of honor.

They arrived at the embassy and were shown into the meeting room. Shintaro had protested about arriving late but she had insisted and when she insisted he listened. Arriving late meant they weren’t too eager or desperate.

She had seen the same tactic done by several gang bosses on the docks. They weren’t samurai but they were masters of getting what they wanted.

Time to see if the make up and new clothes was worth the torture.

When they walked in she saw that the faces of the gathered samurai did not look happy. They were silently sitting there glaring at one another, but when they walked in their glares sharpened until their eyes saw her. Then they widened. Some of their mouths fell open.

Yes, the make up and days of geisha training had definitely paid off.

She had met these men before and had taken the time to memorize their names and know as much about them as possible.

First, there was Toku Zanaru of the Monkey Clan. If anyone would support this insane mission into the jungle, it was Zanaru. He was desperate for some respect at court and having his men go with a dangerous and high profile mission would go a long ways.

Then there was Usagi Akino of the Hare. He was going to be a problem. He does not like this idea and from what his maid servants say, he thinks Shintaro is being tricked into sending the Minor Clan Alliance out to do all the dirty work while the Majors get all the glory.

Unfortunately he had a very valid point.

All the other Minor Clans were represented with the few Sparrow samurai bowing deeper than usual to Shintaro.

Shintaro greeted them all in the proper way and they took their seats.

So far, no one had questioned her presence there. Good. She was too distracting.

That was an odd thing to think. She had never considered herself in a position to distract anyone with her beauty. At best she had distracted guard dogs with meat.

Was this really her?

“Let’s get to business, Akino said.”

“Indeed. We all know why we’re here,” Shintaro said in a clear voice. Good. He was taking charge. “We’re organizing an expedition into the jungle and need strong men to go with us. I won’t lie to you, this will be dangerous.”

“And that is why I won’t send my men out,” Akino said.

“We are with you,” Zanaru said. “This is an important mission and we Monkey will be proud to participate in its riches and prestige.”

“Zanaru, you’d risk your men so the Lion and Crane won’t soil their kimonos with a little hard work?”

“No, we’re going because we need to show them that we can.”

Akino turned back to Shintaro and pounded the table.

“You’re a fool Shintaro. Your Clan friends are using you to get cheap sword arms.”

“Watch your mouth, Hare!” One of the other Sparrow said. “That’s Shintaro, master of the Swamp Dragon you’re speaking to!”

Was that what they were calling him now? Last week it was “Hero of Black Sands Village.”

Shintaro raised his hands and his zealous Sparrow comrades sat back down.

“Please, let’s hear Akino out. He’s worried that he’ll be sending his men into danger for no reason other than to serve the pride of the Major Clans.”

“I don’t see how it is otherwise,” Akino said.

“Shintaro is no fool,” a Tortoise said. “He works with the other clans, not for them. He saved Black Sands village and fought beside his friends. He fought in the Topaz Championship with his friends. Never was he a servant or caused to be beneath them.”

“I doubt their friendship extends to our clans,” Akino said. “If you send your bushi, prepare to ask your homelands for replacements.”

Shintaro was rubbing his chin.

They waited for him to speak and grew impatient. She looked to Shintaro and saw that he was still thinking.

This wasn’t going well. She would have to speak up and distract them with some triviality or minor detail.

As she was about to open her mouth, Shintaro spoke.

“Do any of you know why I was sent here?”

The samurai around the tables looked at each other, confused.

“I was authorized by my clan to establish a Sparrow Colonies here. I have never failed a mission before. I always do as I say and I say we will have a colony with your Clans’ help or not. I’d prefer it, but it is not necessary. I have the power and authority to see it done myself. I’m not asking you for your help because I am in desperate need of it. I ask because you are in desperate need of mine.”

Akino’s mouth dropped open.

“D…desperate? How dare you!”

“No, how dare you continue here year after year with no progress. And why is that?”

Shintaro looked around the table at all the gathered samurai. When they didn’t answer he continued.

“They do no respect you because they do not need you. Or rather, they do not know they need you. Right now they are all locked in place by a power struggle that none of them can break out of. You have to show them that with our samurai, they can break this stagnation and reach the places of power they want. You have to show them your strength. Akino, I ask you, how have you been doing that?”

“Strength? We haven’t been permitted to…”

“Permitted? You need permission from the other Clans to show your true spirit? You are all samurai!” Shintaro said, hitting the table. “Start acting like it. Show these so-called Major Clans what hearts beat in our warriors’ chests.”

Silence filled the room like a banging gong.

Akino and the others were stunned. They had never seen Shintaro without a smile, let alone shouting.

She had to admit, she was stunned as well. This was her man and right then she was more proud to know him than any of the other more powerful samurai. He was twice the man they were.

Shintaro nodded toward Akino.

“You want the Major Clans to listen to you? Then you need friends in the Major Clans. I’ve saved you this step because I do have friends in the Major Clans. They do not use me and they do not treat me like an inferior. I trust each and every one of them with my life and more importantly, my honor. They will listen to me and their Clans will listen to them.”

“A winner of the Topaz Championship is not easily ignored,” Yuki added.

Akino mumbled something but fell into silence.

“Now, honorable samurai,” Shintaro said. “Tell me, do wish to join our cause and strengthen the standing of your Clan? Who is with me?”

They all raised their hands, even Akino.

Yuki sat back and smiled as she watched them work through all the boring details. The hard part was over. She hadn’t even had to step in, really. Shintaro did it and no one else.

It was well after sunset when they finally left the embassy. They walked side by side through the streets in no hurry to return to their lodgings.

“You were amazing, Shintaro.”

“I appealed to their honor, just like I said.”

“Hardly.”

“It’s just that some samurai confuse honor with worldy gain.”

Did Shintaro just say that?

Perhaps his fog of honor wasn’t so opaque after all.

##

To be continuned next week: https://monsterhunternation.com/2014/06/27/the-drowning-empire-episode-57-letters-from-second-city/ 

BOOK TOUR 2014

Hey guys, we are coming up on that time of year again. I will be doing events and signings at the following places:

Thursday, July 3, 2014—5:00PM

Uncle Hugo

2864 Chicago Ave S,

Minneapolis, MN 55407

Friday, July 04, 2014                

CONvergence-Minneapolis – DoubleTree by Hilton Hotel

Saturday, July 5, 2014-

Westercon/Salt Lake City

Monday, July 7, 2014-7PM

University Bookstore

4326 University Way NE

Seattle WA 981105

Tuesday, July 08, 2014—7PM

Powells

Cedar Hills Crossing-3415 SW Cedar Hills Blvd.5

Beaverton, OR 9700

Wednesday, July 09, 2014—5:00-7:00PM

Dark Carnival – Berkeley, CA

3086 & 3090 Claremont Avene

Berkeley, CA  94705

Thursday, July 10, 2014—1:00    

Copperfields-Santa Rosa, CA

775 Village Ct

Santa Rosa, CA  95405-6781

Thursday, July 10, 2014—7:00PM

Copperfields-San Rafael, CA

850 Fourth Street

San Rafael, CA  94901-3224

Friday, July 11-13

ConGregate

High Point, NC

August 1-3

OsFest

Omaha, Nebraska

August 14-17

GenCon

Indianapolis, Indiana

Boosting Book Bombs

Hey guys, this isn’t one of my Book Bombs, because I don’t know the author and haven’t read the book so can’t review it, but the guy organizing this for his friend had seen what my BBs accomplish and asked me for advice, so I gave him some. They launched today and I’m glad to help boost their signal.

http://prosebeforehohos.com/2014/06/04/makekensday/

So check it out. The author has had a turn of bad luck and some severe medical problems, including surprise seizures and emergency brain surgery. So please check out his book and see if it is up your alley. If it is, the dude could sure use a boost right now.

 

 

Fisking the Guardian's Village Idiot, Part 2

Continued from yesterday: https://monsterhunternation.com/2014/06/02/fisking-the-guardians-village-idiot-part-1/

As I was writing up that last fisk, some sane people were commenting on the Guardian article. Because Damien’s responses were so idiotic, this Fisk turned into a two parter, with this section being more of an explanation of my personal philosophies for dealing with morons and bullies. In the comments it was pointed out that pretty much everything Damien said related to me was a lie and Damien smells funny (okay, I added that last part). Here is what Damien had to say in his defense:

I think Correia did two things. The first was appeal for votes on the basis of a perceived liberal bias in the genre.

So he can read… Duh.

That was the basis of his campaign, a protest vote against liberal influence. That was divisive and did a lot to spark the backlash he’s still feeling.

Demonstrating that bias exists in a biased system: DIVISIVE.

Attacking, libeling, and sabotaging authors of diverse opinions to intimidate them into never speaking up against a rigid, homogenous groupthink… NOT DIVISIVE.

Got it!

Man, it must have really sucked for him the way their insane reaction validated everything I said. It would have been much nicer for everybody if I would have just kept my mouth shut like right wingers are supposed to, then they could continue slandering people in peace. How very divisive of me.

Secondly, and this is going to be much more damaging for him longterm, he allowed himself to become very closely associated to Vox Day in the process. Ultimately people do judge others by their associations, and both Larry Correia and John C Wright have made very public declarations of support for Day, that I fear both will deeply regret in the long run.

One of the tactics I’ve seen them take is conflating my views with those of Vox Day. It doesn’t matter that I’ve disagreed with the man, and I’ve debated with him several times, but they sure love linking me to Vox. See, unlike me, they can actually find a couple of comments from him that they can manage to spin up some outrage over, and everybody knows righteous indignation gives libprogs super powers.

You have an issue with something Vox said, take it up with him. I did, and I found the guy to be a capable debater, and many of the insinuations about him floating around the internet were grossly exaggerated. (says the man who the Guardian has insinuated hates women and wants to keep fiction the exclusive domain of a group he doesn’t technically belong to, so I simply can’t imagine the internet exaggerating somebody’s beliefs.)

The woman Vox insulted with the infamous half-savage comment also has a long history of inflammatory racial statements, and had been throwing insults at Vox for years, but somehow she always gets a pass in these discussions about “divisiveness” (remember what I said earlier about the Ctrl H search and replace to put Jew instead of White Man in their tweets? She’s totally the best). I don’t think she likes me much either, because she gave a speech a little while ago and condemned Mr. Free Speech At All Costs… I think that’s supposed to be me, but personally I took that as a compliment, because you know, that part where I actually believe in free speech and stuff.

So I recommend a short story by somebody who made a statement they found racist? DIVISIVE! And Damien will condemn me in his newspaper. Meanwhile, an approved author writes tons of negative things about an ethnic group that it is cool to hate? Totally not divisive, and Damien will plug her in his newspaper. Now me personally, I think the concept of race is increasingly irrelevant bullshit, and I judge all humans as individuals, but I’m the International Lord of Hate.

Public declaration of support? By that Damien means I failed to join his lynch mob? Sadly I couldn’t find my jack boots in time.

I enjoyed Vox’s story and I put it on my slate, that doesn’t make me his spokesman. The guy is capable of defending his own beliefs. My only public declarations of support have been in favor of free speech. That honest to God belief in free speech is one of the reasons my slate could include the author Damien’s SJW contingent hates more than any other. As a happy bonus, getting their Public Enemy Number One on the ballot caused so much SJW wailing and gnashing of teeth that it helped me accomplish my goal of exposing their bias. Anything that makes statists that rage-sputtery is fun for me.

Here’s the thing, I’m a whole lot more worried about censorship minded, career sabotaging, bullies becoming the final arbiters of acceptable than I am the writings of a contrarian who likes to get into arguments. Free speech especially includes the speech of people you disagree with. The answer to speech you don’t like is more speech, debate and argument and convincing the undecided, not purges, blacklisting, and smear campaigns designed to keep everyone in line. If somebody says something stupid, demonstrate why it is stupid.

For example, I’d never wish for Damien to quit writing for the Guardian, because his blathering is comedy gold.

Today it is acceptable to destroy somebody who said something you don’t like, or you can fire somebody from a job for giving money to a political campaign you don’t like, or you can run off an award show host because of what he might say in the future, or you can disinvite a fan guest of honor because of an anonymous accusation, or you can slander an editor putting together an anthology about diversity because his politics are “troubling” (even if it turns out he’d lived in the 3rd world much of his life). So what is going to be acceptable tomorrow?

If not now, when does it become okay to finally stand up to the perpetually outraged crowd and tell them no? To spineless weasels like Damien, the answer is never, because he’s a quisling.

Quests for purity always inevitably lead to purges, and we’ve already seen the beginnings of that with them turning against people on their ideological side who’ve grown weary of the constant outrage, so those people get a bunch of outrage until they are shamed, forced to apologize, and fall back in line. The nail that sticks up must be hammered down. If no nails are currently sticking up, they’ll pick one at random for sins real or imagined and start hammering that one instead.

My side jokingly call this the SJW Outrage of the Week, but sadly that isn’t really an exaggeration anymore. About once a week they fly off the handle and begin screeching about somebody, because they’re all about diversity, as long as everybody totally agrees with them.

I drew my line a long time ago. I honestly believe in free speech. Whether it is Vox or Jemsin, Matt Damon or Gary Sinise, Phil Robertson or Rupaul, their work and ideas should stand or fall on their own merits, and not some ideological narrative. Don’t like it? Too damned bad, because luckily in this country we still have the ability to say so.

I can’t speak for John Wright, and wouldn’t dare to anyway because he’s far more eloquent than I could ever be, but I’m going to go out on a limb and guess that he feels the same way I do about the dangers of writers being silenced. Let’s check: http://www.scifiwright.com/2014/06/the-evil-league-of-evil-is-given-pious-advice/

BOOM! Damn, Damien, how does it feel to get pimp slapped? John C. Wright just made you his bitch!

You know who else doesn’t like thought police? Several really famous big name writers who’ve contacted me to thank me for what I’ve done (one huge author in particular blew my mind). They’re even moderate or fairly liberal, however they’re sick of the self-righteous bullies and their endless outrage too. Only they can’t say anything in public, because they know if they do the SJWs would come for them next.

If they disagree they might get accused of homophobia in the Guardian or something…

EDIT! More of Damien’s hypocrisy was pointed out to me today. For a dude attacking me for being “closely associated” with somebody who said something controversial, he certainly has no problem in the very same article quoting an author who has publically supported NAMBLA. For those of you who don’t know, that’s the North American Man Boy Love Association, which is an organization for freaking PEDOPHILES… https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nambla Look under the Associated Individuals section for Samuel Delany’s quotes about this organization. Now, if we’re looking for something offensive to “closely associate” with, I’m having a hard time thinking of anything lower than child molesters.

I’m quite serious about my suggestion by the way. I think if Correia wrote publicly to support the new diversity in the genre, and apologised for any perception he was campaigning against it, that might help him a lot.

Apologize for the perception? Apologize for being seen as an enemy of progress? That sounds suspiciously like the apologies Stalin used to have people sign right before he shipped them off to the gulag, so in response, Beria, er, I mean Damien, here are a few of my thoughts about what it really means when a libprog demands an apology.

Rule number one. Never apologize for something that shouldn’t be apologized for. Check out all the various firings, purges, boycotts, and cancellations. Apologizing for causing their outrage is you taking responsibility for their ignorance and inability to control their own emotions. Apologizing to the perpetually outraged means they own you. You have declared yourself guilty and vulnerable to their threats. It is like negotiating with terrorists. Give into their demands and you’re just encouraging them to blow something else up.

If I was the type of mushy headed fool that would issue an apology, it wouldn’t matter anyway, because as we’ve already seen my actual words and actions mean nothing compared to the agreed upon narrative, and that narrative is that I’m guilty of pretty much every vile thing they can think of. Luckily for me, I’m successful enough that these people aren’t particularly threatening, so I scrape them off my shoe and continue writing books.

Normal people only apologize for things that should be apologized for, like for example: “I’m sorry the Social Justice Warrior contingent of sci-fi is made up of a bunch of perpetually outraged adult children.” Suckers feel the need to apologize for their entire sex, their ancestors, and the melanin content of their skin.

This seems bug nuts to regular people, but just remember that when you’re dealing with a group of SJWs who see everything through a prism of shame, jealously, and guilt, they expect incomprehensible stuff like this.

Privilege Whale

I named my wireless router Privilege Whale.

So after some consideration of whether I should sign the witch hunters’ confession or not, I’m going to have to go with my final answer of, fuck off, Damien. Or bugger off, scamper? Hell, whatever it is the sane people of Britain would tell Damien to do.

Remember, we won’t know who missed out on shortlist places until after the awards. At that point Correia et al could find the response to them gets much, much worse even than when the story broke”

Wait… It is going to get even worse? So are more of you guys going to make up crazy outlandish shit about me on the internet? Because you know, that never gets old.

Is that supposed to be a threat, Damien? Because you are very bad at it. A proper threat is something like, “Keep talking shit about me, and maybe I’ll decide to do a Sad Puppies 3, only this time I’ll actually put in some effort.”

Here is another awesome Damien comment, after somebody asked him if he actually bothered to read the books of the authors he criticized:

Which writers do you mean? My piece doesn’t really criticise anyone? So who do you mean?”

Nobody could possibly be that obtuse. But to be fair, I wouldn’t say criticize, so much as much as insinuate racism and misogyny in a completely chicken shit fashion, but hey, whatever. His column must have been about the OTHER conservative author who came up with and promoted a successful internet campaign that got a whole bunch of Hugo nominations, that caused allegations of ballot stuffing and outraged all the Social Justice Warriors… Holy shit. Does that mean there’s MORE OF US?!

Seriously, Guardian, I really hope you’re not actually paying this loser because you’re wasting your pounds or euros or WTF ever it is you use for money now. Honestly, you could hire a random hobo and get better columns written (from my extensive watching of Top Gear I believe you blokes call them tramps).

Thus far Damien has been an amusing annoyance, but then a fan had to go and send this to me. This comment was posted on Twitter, long after he’d posted his article, and he was catching flack for just making shit up. This was the first time Damien actually made me angry.

  1. Damien Walter‏@damiengwalterMay 30

Can anyone help identify times Larry Correia has “responded poorly” to diversity in genre? http://www.theguardian.com/books/booksblog/2014/may/30/science-fiction-real-life-war-worlds#comment-36357742 … Seriously.

So of all Damien’s stupid shit thus far, why did that actually get an emotional response out of me? Basically, it is because I can’t believe anybody SUCKS THAT MUCH AT THEIR JOB.

I mean really, Damien, you’ve written about me repeatedly now, making up all sorts of crap while the actual evidence pointed to the contrary, and after being called on it you have to CROWD SOURCE YOUR WITCH HUNT? Holy shit, Damien, you are shockingly unsuited for this. Aren’t journalists supposed to do research first? I know that journalism is the clown college of writing, but damn that is pathetic… On second thought, I retract that comment, because clowns provide a useful service, and I can’t imagine anybody ever inviting Damien Walter to a birthday party.

So—not being racist/misogynist/homophobic—I was curious to see what damning evidence his legion of fan would come up with to condemn me. They’ve got thousands of political posts to choose from… Somebody didn’t like that I’d been a CCW instructor, and how I’d said that I’d taught hundreds of women to shoot rapists, yet these women hadn’t all LITERALLY shot hundreds of rapists, ergo I was a failure and a liar…

Holy shit.

My response to that, have you ever gone fishing? Did you catch all the fish?

They then went on to explain how my teaching self-defense to women proved I thought women were weak, and that my efforts did nothing to stop date rape, or rape within marriage, and thus showed I didn’t understand the issue. Wow. You know, I’ve got fire extinguishers around the house, but they are pretty useless against thousand acre forest fires, so I’m obviously pro-arson, and should throw all my fire extinguishers away.

Then there was a related spin off thread where various white suburbanite progs explained how I’m really a WHITE Hispanic, and as an added bonus, libertarian Sarah Hoyt is a fascist. You really can’t make this stuff up.

So because Damien’s readers sucked at finding any actual evidence of hatemongery from my thousands of political posts, I put out a call for my readership to help him find something damning for his next inevitable column about me. As usual, the Monster Hunter Nation was super helpful:

  1. Larry Correia grows an awesome murder hobo beard. Beards are scary.
  2. Larry Correia accused Damien of having a witch hunt, which is insensitive to witches.
  3. Larry Correia is a pretty good miniature painter. Hitler was also a painter.

Judging by the journalistic integrity of Damien’s previous columns, I’m sure he’ll be able to put together another article or two with that.

One funny note about my super helpful fans over the last few days, Damien or his readers dismissed some of my defenders on Twitter because they were “Straight White Males”… Turns out on some of these guys they were wrong on race or orientation, but Damien’s is the inclusive side, because obviously all minorities’ beliefs are color coded for liberal convenience.

Here is another Damien gem from the comments:

I have no clear idea what you mean by shunning or writing people out of the genre.

Let’s see, that’s got to be a lie, because he can’t be that stupid, especially as he’s participated in the shunning.

I assume you’re bringing in baggage from other discussions.

He says as he brings in every unrelated bigoted thing that has ever happened in the history of fiction and lays it at my feet.

We have a genre growing ever more diverse, and a small clique of reactionaries behaving very poorly in response to that.

He makes my campaign about something else, and then assigns his opponents absurd opinions they don’t actually hold.

And doing immense damage to their own careers in the process.

Says the doofus who supposedly has a government grant to write a novel, to the guy with more paying work than he knows what to do with.

Sad for everyone involved.

Not really. I’m rather enjoying this. The more the Damiens of the world lie and fret, the more it proves my point.

But that’s it for his idiocy today. Now I want to delve into his accusations that my exposing left wing bias was really some sort of white male war against diversity all along. Anybody who has actually read any of my books knows that is a really stupid hypothesis.

While I was getting slandered by Damien for things I never said about how writers shouldn’t write diverse characters, I had a bestselling novel out where the big heroic pivotal sacrifice moment of the story was performed by a bisexual. However, I gave that character that particular trait because it made the character more interesting, and not for the correct reason of checking off mandatory SJW boxes, which is apparently bad.

This is the same book where I got into racial segregation in the 1930s, and had a black character become a folk hero a couple scenes after he wasn’t allowed to eat in the same room as the white characters. Oh, yeah, that’s one of the two books where I got into democrat icon FDR’s propensity for throwing diverse people into concentration camps. Shoot. I forgot. Your side declared that I’m a white guy who only writes white men with busty blonde women throwing themselves on white penises.

By the way, that’s from the 2nd book of the trilogy, with the 3rd book being the controversial nomination. This is kind of funny since the hero of the series is a teenage girl, and I’ve got characters who are Chinese, Japanese, Indian, African, Pacific Islander, Filipino, British, French, Russian, the world’s surliest German, and Americans ranging from rich white Ivy Leaguer to poor Irish roughneck to southern black, all in a story where I delve into the racism, segregation, and eugenics of the 1930s. The most powerful man in the world is Japanese, and the smartest was Indian. J. Edgar Hoover was one of the antagonists. I hit everything from Wounded Knee to the Bonus Army.

Hell, if you guys didn’t know I was one of those ultra-evil libertarians who want the government to leave everybody alone equally, somebody might accidently like this book. But I wouldn’t know, since even with all the controversy most of the SJW “reviews” I’ve seen have consisted of skimming the back cover blurb before launching into accusations about how I want to drag homosexuals to death behind my pickup truck.

But that’s just me personally, looking at Damien’s primary argument from the big picture view, Sad Puppies being some sort of anti-diversity campaign is even stupider. It requires the belief that true diversity is only skin deep. It means true diversity is always agreeing with the every absurd complaint of the perpetually outraged. It requires the belief that to truly represent the diversity of the entire planet, you’ve got to be in lockstep with a bunch of left wing pseudo-intellectual crybabies from the first world.

Anybody with a few functioning brain cells to rub together knows that’s crap. Those morons aren’t even the majority in the west, let alone Bangladesh or Budapest.

While he was condemning the history of genre fiction, I want you to think about the absurd hubris in this statement of Damien’s:

We live in a world of seven billion human beings, whose culture has not been reflected or rewarded in ‘the mainstream’. Science fiction – from cult novels that reach a few thousand readers, to blockbuster movies and video games that dominate contemporary culture – has the potential to talk across every remaining boundary in our modern world. That makes it, in my opinion, potentially the most important cultural form of the 21st century. To claim that potential, it cannot afford to give way to the petulant protests of boys who do not like to share their toys

At least I have toys to share.

Who the fuck do you think you are, Damien, deciding what is suitable for the whole world? You’re a pathetic little worm of no accomplishment who makes his living critiquing people who actually create things. Where do you get off determining what are acceptable thoughts to represent all of humanity?

Check your privilege, motherfucker.

You got it backwards. A novelist’s job is to tell a story, not reflect or reward or whatever pretentious nonsense you’re spewing. Get off your high horse. We answer to them. We create work, and then the readers are going to decide what reflects them, not some unctuous little shit stain like you, and the reward is when those individuals decide they like the author enough to pay them. They’re seven billion individuals, you tool, not color coded stereotypes for you to speak for. Of them, a couple billion would stone you to death on principle, and most of the rest would wonder why you are such a worthless sack of crap.

The novelist’s job is to tell a story. Your job is to be a useless leech. Now get back to work. All those lies aren’t going to manufacture themselves.