Dantooine is Too Remote
“Every normal man must be tempted, at times, to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats.”
I have already spit on my hands.
I would like, as a matter of form, for the Morlocks to be told we are prepared to Death Star the planet — Dantooine is too remote to make an effective demonstration — so that later, when THEY LIE and say they were not warned of the coming storm, they can have the punishments divine justice pours down on falsifiers in the Eight Circle of Hell in addition to the punishments they have earned as Flatterers, Hypocrites, Evil Counselors and Sowers of Discord.
(for the record, the penalties include being buried in excrement, forced marching in lead robes, burning with tongue of fire, and being severed eternally by a demonic swordblade. Falsifier are plagued with scabs or turn on each other as beasts.)
If our side does not make this gracious gesture, the punishments they bring on themselves will be less.
And we cannot have that.
Look — I hate to get emotional. It is bad for my Vulcan digestion. But the Hugos used to mean something, and now they don’t. A little bit of light and glory have departed the world.
Those who snuffed that light, hating a brightness they could not ignite themselves, must pay.
About John C Wright
John C. Wright is a practicing philosopher, a retired attorney, newspaperman, and newspaper editor, and a published author of science fiction. Once a Houyhnhnm, he was expelled from the august ranks of purely rational beings when he fell in love; but retains an honorary title.
