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At Long Last — New Rachel Griffin Novel!

Posted November 18, 2017 By John C Wright

Jagi, here, shanghaiing John’s blog:

You guys have been asking, now after three years of work: A new Book of Unexpected Enlightenment!

Coming from Wisecraft Publishing, the YA Imprint of Superversive Press, the fourth Book of Unexpected Enlightenment: THE AWFUL TRUTH ABOUT FORGETTING

The launch will take place on Tuesday, November 21st on Facebook from 2:30 to 5:50. There will be games, giveaways, a video reveal of the book trailer made by Superversive’s own Ben Zwycky and lovely singer Sarah Koolbeck, and conversation with Rachel Griffin and Sigfried the Dragonslayer.

There will also be a Spoiler reveal, so get your questions in early! (You can leave them in the comments. )

The invitation reads:

Come one, come all and join in the wonder!

Rachel Griffin and Sigfried the Dragonslayer invite you to a Facebook Launch party for the fourth Book of Unexpected Enlightenment: THE AWFUL TRUTH ABOUT FORGETTING. 

Festivities will included: games, givaways, meet the characters, guest authors (TBA), and one Spoiler in response to reader’s questions (the person who submits the winning question will receive a set of four Unexpected Enlightenment bookplates signed by the author and illustrator. )

Grand prize winner may choose one item from among The Wright Stuff Zazzle store’s Roanoke Alchemical Shoppe.


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Escaping Objectivism

Posted November 16, 2017 By John C Wright

My latest interview on Red Pill Religion. A lukewarm supporter of Ayn Rand (me) boldly defends her honor against the unmerciful attacks of Max Kolbe, the dread and dreaded basher of atheists, whom the elves call Alvalardagnir, the Bane of the Godless. Then I attacker her a bit myself. Sad when a powerful intellect goes awry.

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Lost on the Last Continent, Episode 24 The Three Terrors

Posted November 15, 2017 By John C Wright

Lost on the Last Continent, Episode 24, The Three Terrors, is now posted on Patreon.

Episode 24 The Three Terrors

In this exciting episode, Colonel Lost faces the masters of the beast in a duel of wits.

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Last Crusade: War with the Phantoms

Posted November 13, 2017 By John C Wright

We live in an age obsessed with glass ceilings, dog whistles, and micro-aggressions.

Note what these have in common.

The glass ceiling is the alleged invisible barrier which prevents women from being promoted into the positions of top management and bars the from the highest levels of power.

Dog whistles are the alleged inaudible messages sent as code from one racist to another over public airwaves to coordinate and perpetuate their continued oppression of blacks.

Micro-aggressions are the alleged impalpable assaults subtly hidden as thoughtless comments or discourteous gestures.

Micro-aggressions are just like various other forms of assault and battery, such as being lacerated, stabbed, drowned, bloodied, bruised, bludgeoned, or beaten senseless, except that these aggressions are so microscopically slight and insignificant that no one, not even the alleged perpetrator, can detect them. Even the alleged victims will not feel them unless told and trained to do so.

For example, asking someone where he is from is a micro-aggression, as this betrays an unconscious racism, which oppresses the weak. Using the pronoun “he” when grammar calls for it also oppresses the weak. As of the current news cycle, taking tests at a college, doing math, or having a daughter who wears a Disney princess costume of a Polynesian at Halloween, are all forms of oppression.

What these have in common is that all are phantoms.

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Escaping Atheism

Posted November 9, 2017 By John C Wright

New program is up. You can hear my dulcet tones as I bark one syllable questions during a theist-atheist cross examination:

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Lost on the Last Continent, Episode 23 The Mantichore

Posted November 8, 2017 By John C Wright

Lost on the Last Continent, Episode 23 The Mantichore, is now posted on Patreon.

Episode 23 The Mantichore

In this exciting episode, Colonel Lost faces the war beast of the Terrors in the arena.

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Election Day In Virginia!

Posted November 7, 2017 By John C Wright

Remember to vote in the Commonwealth of Virginia.

The main issue in this election is that the damn Yankee lying-ass pedo-loving Fake News Democrats want to tear down all the statues of our ancestral heroes, trample the cross, and burn the flag, put grown men into schoolgirl’s bathrooms, and call you a racist misogynist bigot, take away your firearms, and have you shot by a Bernie supporter, by a raging atheist, or have you run over by a suicidal murderous Muslim shouting praises of Allah.

After you are shot or run over,  you will get no medical care because the Dems wrecked the world’s best health care system, so you will die in a dirty corridor in a bankrupt hospital while waiting for a doctor who does not speak English. Then these corrupt rapists and rape supporters  among the Dems will assume an air of moral superiority and will mock your friends and neighbors for praying for your soul or for your surviving family.

Then they will return voting rights to felons, turn all schools into madhouses of conformity, and confiscate your land without any due process to give to their friends in the real estate industry to put up a shopping mall or an abortion clinic or a giant onyx statue to the demon Baphomet.

The Republicans want to lower your taxes.


UPDATE: Wail and sorrow, daughters of Virginia, most fair and great of commonwealths, for woe has come upon us. The damnyankee political machine prevails. Joy is expunged.

Let us mourn out sins in sackcloth and ashes that this dread vexation and tribulation is poured out from dark and wrathful fate onto our once-glorious state.

Virginia is a queen in chains. The flying monkeys of the Left are here to steal our wealth, rape our women, tear down monuments and statues, despoil our past, burn our churches, and ruin all they touch. Lepers rule the statehouse.

This is the first signal defeat for the GOP since the Trump train started stirring. It was more fun winning all the time.

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Conan: Phoenix on the Sword

Posted November 5, 2017 By John C Wright

“KNOW, oh prince, that between the years when the oceans drank Atlantis and the gleaming cities, and the years of the rise of the Sons of Aryas, there was an Age undreamed of, when shining kingdoms lay spread across the world like blue mantles beneath the stars—Nemedia, Ophir, Brythunia, Hyperborea, Zamora with its dark-haired women and towers of spider-haunted mystery, Zingara with its chivalry, Koth that bordered on the pastoral lands of Shem, Stygia with its shadow-guarded tombs, Hyrkania whose riders wore steel and silk and gold. But the proudest kingdom of the world was Aquilonia, reigning supreme in the dreaming west. Hither came Conan, the Cimmerian, black-haired, sullen- eyed, sword in hand, a thief, a reaver, a slayer, with gigantic melancholies and gigantic mirth, to tread the jeweled thrones of the Earth under his sandalled feet.”

—The Nemedian Chronicles


With these words the most famed of the many famous creations of Robert E Howard, Conan the Barbarian, sprang to vivid life in the pages of WEIRD TALES magazine, 1933.

Conan is somewhat more deep and complex than the cartoon image of a brute in a bearskin loincloth found the popular imagination, with a dancing girl clutching his brawny thigh and a devil-beast dying under his bloody ax. The theme and philosophy he represents is not the product of adolescent neurosis (as certain bitter critics would have us believe) but of somber, even cynical, reflection on the age of the world, the costs of civilization, and the frailty of man.

Recall the era.

1933 was in an uneasy period wedged between two World Wars. Trench warfare killed whole villages of their sons in a single hour. Notions of heroism and honor, the glamor and chivalry of war, were also killed. Science had been a benevolent genii, but now was famed for making weapons of indiscriminate and dispassionate mass-slaughter.

The economic boom of the 1920’s came to its inevitable bust and crack-up. The world was bellycrawling through a depression. Roosevelt had just been elected President. At this time, there was not even the foxfire of Keynesian economics to grant a glint of false hope to a bankrupt world. The General Theory of Employment, with its false promises, was not to be published for three years.

The Lone Ranger made his debut on the radio to the stirring strains of the William Tell Overture. The Shadow, with his eerie laugh and occult powers, was but three years old. The atmospheric film THE MUMMY, staring Boris Karloff, so akin to Howard’s writing in theme and mood, had debuted but a year before.

The academic world was infatuated with faddish notions about eugenics. Civilization failed to cull the weak, and so carried the seeds of its own degeneration — or so the theory ran. The political world was deeply bitter about failed promises of peace which, in the Victorian Era, but twenty years before, had seemed easily within reach. Scientifically-managed economies were all the rage, and a contempt for the common man.

In America, the Western Frontier was closing. Paul Bunyan and Johnny Appleseed, Davy Crockett and Daniel Boone, and all the men of myth or history who brought civilization out of savage wilderness had apparently done their work too well.

Civilization was triumphant, but was grown gross, corrupt, vulgar, and small. Something was missing. The spirit of the age languished.

Civilization had lost faith in civilization.

During such a time, the imagination of readers and writers in the more imaginative genres are likely to meditate on what had been lost, and at what cost.

During such a time, men romanticize the savage. It is only natural.

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18 Billion Buys a Lot of Red Rioters

Posted November 4, 2017 By John C Wright

From the irreplaceable Bill Whittle.

My comment: The hour is late. It is past time to call a crusade. The pagan jihad is on the march. Where are the Christian soldiers and knights? Why sleeps the sword of the West in its sheath?

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Max Kolbe & John C Wright Escaping Atheism Ep 4

Posted November 2, 2017 By John C Wright

Our latest discussion is up:

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