The Hugos are months and months away, but the Morlocks are already stirring.
The World Fantasy Award is removing the bust of HP Lovecraft as its award not due to any shortcomings of the author or his influence on the genre.
HPL is being unpersonned for thoughtcrimes detected in his private letters and unpublished writings.
Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath is the first fantasy book I ever bought, perhaps the first fantasy story I ever read, and this was back when Ballatine was still putting out its Adult Fantasy series edited by Lin Carter. I can recite the opening paragraph from memory.
So, the Morlocks, instead of taking warning, have redoubled their efforts to vomit on us, spit on our beloved genre, and puke on the brilliant and daring pioneer science fiction writers whom they have never read.
Lovecraft had mental health issues. They are picking on a man who suffered from a neurological disease. They are also picking on one of their own: a humanist, a secularist, an atheist, a man who thought society was made of arbitrary mores and moral choices, and there was no ultimate meaning in the universe.
The fashionable thing for intellectuals to think in those days was that Darwinian evolution proved the inequality of races; the fashionable thing to think these days is not to think so, or indeed, not to think at all. But the science has not changed, only the fashions. Both are unscientific cult-beliefs of the cult of secular humanism. Both are dogmas from the Church of Christhatred. Both are different vectors of the fatalist-collectivist disease that Christendom has always rejected.
But facts do not sway the Thought Police of SocJus. Morlocks laugh their barbaric, harsh, ungainly laughter at facts. Appeals to justice and fairness they greet with dull, slow stares of open-mouthed incomprehension
They will never cease to abuse, demean, and insult us, and desecrate everything we love, and to slander and libel us with mouth-frothingly stupid and freakishly counterproductive lies.
So, you had your chance with the Sad Puppies, Oh hypocrites, sons of vipers, Social-justice propagandists, socialists, christophobes, Morlocks and morons. You decided to call a Spaniard, a Spanish woman, a Red Indian, and perfectly harmless and nice political moderate married to a Black wife White Supremacists and Woman-haters, and pretend that we did not mean anything we said.
But we meant it.
From the pen of Vile Faceless Minion 6306:
Woe! Woe to you, trufen and CHORFs, pedophiles! For you barricade fandom from readers. You neither enter into enjoyment, nor allow wrongfun to be had by others. Woe to you, SJWs and pedophiles, you waterlogged kindling and fagots unsuitable for the fire! You travel across sea and land to make a single convention, but won’t set foot on a treadmill. You leer likewise at your betters and the children abandoned to your care, and hope to drag us both to Hell.
Woe to you, blind authorities, who say, ‘If anyone likes a book, it is nothing, but if any book wins a gold plastic rocket, it is worthy of honor!’ You blind swine! For which is greater, the plastic rocket or the book that has made the rocket sacred? And you say, ‘If anyone swears by the author, it is nothing, but if anyone swears by the rigged award the author receives, the author is worthy of acknowledgement.’ You blind transhumans! For which is greater, the rigged award or the author who makes the award possible?
Woe to you, trufen and CHORFs, pedophiles! For you want fellowship and safe space and acceptance, and have neglected the weightier matters of fandom: justice and mercy and childhood. These you ought to have done, without neglecting the others. You blind guides, straining out a right-wing nut but swallowing the children!
Woe to you, trufen and CHORFs, pedophiles! For you wear a tuxedo one night a year, but inside are full of greed, cruelty and self-indulgence.You blind Toad! First clean out your rotten heart, then put on the penguin suit.
Woe to you, trufen and CHORFs, pedophiles! For you are like Jeff Dahmer’s freezer, which outwardly appears normal and functional, but within are the tortured corpses of all your victims. So you also outwardly appear to earn a rocket the right way, but within your greed has overtaken you.
Woe to you, trufen and CHORFs, pedophiles! For you give awards out like candy, and you memorialize your giants, saying, ‘If we had lived in the days of Asimov, we would not have taken part with them in the groping of victims.’ Thus you witness against yourselves that you are the children of those who raped children. Fill up, then, the measure of your fathers. You monsters, you repugnant worms, how are you to escape being sentenced to hell?
By appealing to the mercy of the Vile Faceless Minions?
We have no mercy to give.
An eternity in Hell is your best alternative.
