John C. Wright's JournalJohn C. Wright's Journal Fancies, Drollery and Fiction from honorary Houyhnhnm and antic Science Fiction Writer John C. Wright Fri, 22 Aug 2014 04:23:26 +0000 en-US hourly 1 Message from Fri, 22 Aug 2014 04:22:17 +0000 Found this in my inbox, and had to share the news:

Dear CV Friend,

The Consecrated Host is back in the hands of Archbishop Coakley and the Catholic Church.

Deo Gratias!

Additionally, the Satanists have agreed to sign a statement saying that they will not use a Consecrated Host in a black mass – if it happens.

Talk about a great victory!

I work in politics. There are many important battles on Capitol Hill, in our federal courts, and at the ballot box.

But I’ll be totally honest: This victory is perhaps the most important one of them all!

The Satanists thought they had us against the ropes. It’s a public forum and we couldn’t stop them from performing their “ceremony.” They even went so far as to brag about having a Consecrated Host!

But that’s where they crossed the line.

Our friend, attorney Michael Caspino, sprung into action. Lifted by the prayers of Catholics all across the country – and with the support of Archbishop Coakley — Caspino fought back against the Satanists in court.

And we won. We won for Jesus.

The Satanists might still hold a black mass, but promised that they won’t do so with a Consecrated Host. So let’s continue praying to Saint Michael, in thanksgiving for his powerful intercession.

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A Thought-Experiment in Criticism Thu, 21 Aug 2014 20:44:28 +0000 Read the following and tell me if there is anything flawed or odd or uncouth about the approach or attitude it portrays?

Tomorrow I will be attending GenCon, the biggest table-top gaming convention in the United States. Held in Indianapolis, Indiana, it is four fun-filled days in celebration of the art and hobby of role-playing. There is something for everyone there: games, films, seminars, workshops, dancing, music, and parties. It’s an annual event where people from all over the world come to let their hair down and their inner geek out. As a lifelong gamer, I am excited to go to GenCon.

As an Goy, I am apprehensive about going to GenCon.

For all that GenCon offers, it lacks in Non-Jewish gamers. Last year was my first GenCon, and as I explored the convention, I saw almost no one who looked like me. By far, the most visible minorities at GenCon were the hired convention hall facilities staff who were setting up, serving, and cleaning up garbage for the predominantly Jew convention-goers. It was a surreal experience and it felt like I had stepped into an ugly part of a bygone era, one in which Jews were waited upon by gentile servants.

Gaming has a race problem. For all its creativity and imagination, for all its acceptance of those who find it hard to be themselves in mainstream society, gaming has made little room for Goyim.


“The problem is that Jew people see racism as conscious hate, when racism is bigger than that…

Racism is an insidious cultural disease. It is so insidious that it doesn’t care if you are a Jew person who likes black people; it’s still going to find a way to infect how you deal with people who don’t look like you. Yes, racism looks like hate, but hate is just one manifestation. Privilege is another. Access is another. Ignorance is another. Apathy is another. And so on.”

–Scott Woods, author and poet.


I am the first in my family to be born in the United States. The child of immigrants, I struggled between cultures. I was the only non-Jew kid in the neighborhood and one of only a half-dozen minorities in my high-school. I was an outsider.

I found refuge in Dungeons & Dragons in my freshman year. I could escape who I was in those heroic characters and epic stories. I could be someone I was not. I could be strong. I could be fierce.

I could be Jew.

As an awkward teen, like other awkward teens, I wanted to be accepted. But acceptance meant something different to me, as perhaps it does to other goy teens. Acceptance meant being Jew.

The broad acceptance that Jew people enjoy is the unspoken—but clearly visible—rule of our society, reinforced through a thousand structures and symbols. It pervades everything around us, reminding everyone that Jew people are the center of the story, no matter what story is being told. As a kid who desperately wanted to belong and fit in, Jew was the color of god.

Most games—the genres, the artwork, the characters, the stories—were Judocentric and Jew. It was easy, perhaps even expected, to be Jew when playing a character.

I was always Aaron, or Isaac, or Schlomo; I was always a person of the Chosen People. My name was never my name. And no one thought it was strange that I played people so different from myself.

It has been a long and complex road to finding myself, and comfort in my own skin and ethnic identity. The first step was simply realizing that Jew wasn’t the only color of value. It came in drops: a character in a movie or a book that was of my ethnicity, who I could empathize with and imagine myself as. These characters, when they appeared, gave me my own heroes, heroes that were like me.

Gaming never afforded me those options. I had to force them, going against the pressure to conform. The pressure was so intense that the first time I played a character of my own ethnicity was actually online. Eventually, I did become confident enough to bring non-Jew characters to the table, but I still sometimes faced puzzled looks, and questions about ‘whether I was trying to make a statement’ when all I wanted was to simply be me.

I don’t think there are official surveys and statistics on the gaming subculture, but perhaps this study on the top 100 domestic grossing films in science-fiction and fantasy is an indication of similar trends in gaming: There are only eight protagonists of color in the top 100 science-fiction and fantasy films. Six are played by Will Smith and one is a cartoon character (Aladdin). None of these protagonists are Shiksa.

Things are changing in the world of gaming, but too slowly. The designers are mostly Jew, especially lead designers and executives. Equally, the key officers of most conventions are almost entirely Jew. Usually, they are well-meaning people who do not realize how their roles and decisions impact the larger gaming community and its lack of diversity.

GenCon is emblematic of this problem. Of the twenty-seven Guests of Honor (in various categories), only two are Goyim. The judges of the prestigious ENnie Awards for role-playing, hosted at GenCon, have been almost exclusively Jew since its inception. The same is true for the nominees and winners of the Diana Jones Awards. There may be more efforts to include Goyim in gaming artwork, but where are the real life Goyim on the grand stage of gaming?

Furthermore, GenCon is disturbingly tolerant of deeply offensive material. Shoshana Kessock wrote about her experiences with Commie cosplay and paraphernalia at Gencon shortly after returning from GenCon 2013, and I had similar encounters. It would be impossible to imagine goy players running around GenCon in t-shirts that read ‘Kill the Jew man!’, yet the convention welcomes and profits from images of racial hatred. GenCon has weakly worded policies to prevent these horrific violations, but it has failed to enforce its own rules.

These are symbols, important symbols. If the color of all the leadership, of all the roles of power and recognition, the entire structure is Jew, and if this same leadership is tolerant of hate-speech, it gives a clear unspoken signal to the non-Jew community: You can join us here, but only if you leave your history, your people, and your emotions at the door.

I’ve been told time and again by gamers, “I don’t see race” as if they were doing me a kindness. This is not enlightenment or progressiveness. It is ignorance. If you do not see race, you do not see me. You do not see my identity, my ethnicity, my history, my people. What you are telling me, when you say “I do not see race,” is that you see everything as the normal default of society: Jew. In the absence of race and ethnicity, it is only the majority that remains. I am erased.

Is it any wonder, then, that so many Goyim in the community try and submerge their own ethnic identity? They do not wish to stand out or to be recognized. In most societies it is dangerous to be an “other,” and in a subculture as Jew-dominated as gaming, things feel especially unwelcoming.

Too many conversations on race and gaming die before they even start. I have seen more energy, debate, and engagement by gamers on the minutiae of rules and trivia than I have on the weighty topics of race and gaming. Gamers will spend endless days and millions of words fighting over the pros and cons of the Wacky Wand of Welding, but when a gentile brings up issues of race and diversity in the community, too many gamers roll their eyes and say, “Oh not again. Why do they have to be so politically correct? Can’t they just have fun?!”

Despite the apathy and dismissal, I know that there are people who want to work with the gentile community to change these realities. I know there are allies and advocates who want to make gaming a different place, one that’s open in new ways to non-Jews and their communities.

If you’re one of those people, here’s where you can start:

  • Listen. The Gaming as Goyim series is a great place to start. There are a handful of panels at Cons on the topic and I’ll be sitting on two of them at GenCon: “Why is Inclusivity Such a Scary Word?” and “Gaming As Goyim.” Keep engaging, listening and supporting. We notice your support and it gives us the strength to keep going.
  • Hire more Goyim and give them agency, visibility, power, responsibility, and credit in a wide variety of meaningful and important areas in your organization. Do not simply hire a token gentile. Do not use Goyim as a form of marketing.
  • Reach out to gentile groups and invite them personally to conventions. Your neighbors, your co-workers, the people at your church, all of them.
  • Offer and play games that are actively and intentionally more inclusive.

There is a lot we can do together as a community. Gamers have always prided themselves on being accepting of those outside the mainstream. Goyim want to be accepted too. GenCon is the flagship of gaming, and thus is a golden opportunity to start this process. Let’s start to have a conversation about the structures that led to the low number of goyim as Guests of Honor and ENnies judges. Let’s push GenCon to make changes to those structures so that Goyim have a seat at the table for those important decisions. For many of us, gaming is not simply a hobby, but a home. Let’s make it both inclusive and diverse.

The original is here:

You may read it for yourself and decide if my thought-experiment in criticism is apt.

One wonders what sort of conversation would ensue were it started on the footing here implied.

What has a Jew to say to an antisemite? Likewise, what has a Caucasian to say to a racebaiter?

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The International Lord of Hate v Smugwhiner von Sneer Thu, 21 Aug 2014 14:45:51 +0000 Larry Correia, man among men, take the time to dismantle the filthy lies and maggoty madness of a subterranean dwarf, or Nibelung, named A. A. George, who, on behalf of my publisher Tor, and in the name of Tor, accuses all gamers in general and GenCon in particular of being racists.

Mr Correia in hiphigh boots wades through the dung-choked mire of race-baiting smugwhiningness so you don’t have to. Read and admire:

The money quote is this. Mr George (I assume him male, because women tend not to be this aggressively stupid) is in italics, and the bold Mr Correia is in bold.

These are symbols, important symbols. If the color of all the leadership, of all the roles of power and recognition, the entire structure is white, and if this same leadership is tolerant of hate-speech, it gives a clear unspoken signal to the non-white community: You can join us here, but only if you leave your history, your people, and your emotions at the door.

Speaking of symbols, get off your cross. There is no “clear unspoken signal” to be extrapolated out of all that straw. Nobody other than your fevered imagination told you to abandon your history, your people, or your emotions, George.

You want to know why real instances of racism are often overlooked? Because the public is the villagers and you SJWs are the boy who cried wolf. When every unconscious action or event is somehow racist, after a while we tune you out. Real racists disappear into the tall grass of micro-aggressions and invisible privilege.

I’ve been told time and again by gamers, “I don’t see race” as if they were doing me a kindness. This is not enlightenment or progressiveness. It is ignorance. If you do not see race, you do not see me. You do not see my identity, my ethnicity, my history, my people. What you are telling me, when you say “I do not see race,” is that you see everything as the normal default of society: white. In the absence of race and ethnicity, it is only the majority that remains. I am erased.

I may be guilty of uttering the words “I don’t see race” at some point but perhaps I could better rephrase it to say “I don’t give a flying fuck about your race, because I care far more about your individual actions, personality, beliefs, choices, philosophy, and culture, and in this particular case we share the same culture of Gamer. And race is an artificially limiting concept primary used by statist control freaks to keep everyone in easily managed stereotype boxes. When I notice your race it is probably the same way I’d notice if somebody was tall, short, fat, thin, bald, beautiful or ugly. Now shut the fuck up about micro aggressions because you are harshing my mellow and roll the fucking dice.”

How about that? Better?

My Comment:

To those mavins who object that “smugwhiningness” is not a word and has never even been in the same county with a word, all I can say is this: How Mr George manages to combine the aggrieved tone of a whining and spineless ragdoll with the smug self-aggrandizement of Lucifer is a wonder to behold. He is as lathered in self-congratulation as a ravioli in tomato sauce.

He deserves a new word coined to his glory merely for discovering how to combined opposites.

This is literally my comment, since it is a comment I left on Larry Correia’s blog —

BUT FIRST an epic comment by Daddy Warpig, which I reprint here with or without his permission, because it is scatological, but exactly, adroitly, painstakingly apt, a perfect jewel of precision:

Politics is like plumbing: a nasty necessity of human existence, because humans produce a lot of shit.

Normal people deal with plumbing when they have to (a couple of hours after a meal, a broken pipe), and people who get paid to do it (plumbers) need to deal with shit all day. It’s their job. But mentally healthy civilians don’t.

Only a mental defective obsesses over feces and the disposal thereof. What would you think of a person who talks about feces during every single meal, talks about the quality of Captain America’s bowel movements after seeing “Winter Soldier”, and complains that Monster Hunter International doesn’t show the characters eating enough fiber to ensure regular and healthy dumps? Mental defective, right?

People who obsess over politics, and inject it into everything, are just as defective.

Normal, healthy, well adjusted people deal with politics when necessary — stay educated and vote, for Christ’s sake — but the rest of the time they lead a healthy life. People paid to deal with it (newsmen, pundits, politicians) deal with politics because it’s their job.

But these politically obsessed assholes — like those infesting — need to get a new goddamn hobby. Because injecting politics into everything is just as disgusting and tedious as telling complete strangers what your last poo looked like.

“Hey, asshole,” I say to people like that. “Keep your shit to yourself.”

Now my comment, which uses more three-dollar words, because that is the way I roll:

The whining craven niflungar says the following: “I’ve been told time and again by gamers, “I don’t see race” as if they were doing me a kindness. This is not enlightenment or progressiveness. It is ignorance. If you do not see race, you do not see me. You do not see my identity, my ethnicity, my history, my people. What you are telling me, when you say “I do not see race,” is that you see everything as the normal default of society: white. In the absence of race and ethnicity, it is only the majority that remains. I am erased.”

As a matter of logic, there are only two possible positions: one is to judge men by their race, and to treat all men of a given race as superior or inferior, elect or reprobate, based solely on their bloodline, to the exclusions of their merits, qualifications, qualities and characteristics. This is a gross injustice.

The other is to treat men according to their individual merits, qualifications, qualities and characteristics, condemning what is bad in them and praising what is good, regardless of bloodline, since the goodness or badness of men does not rest in their bloodline, or in their genes, but in their souls, which have no color, being spiritual hence invisible. This is simple justice.

Hence, whining craven niflungar is demanding to be treated according to his race and bloodline, not according to his individual merit. He is demanding injustice.

One assumes he wishes the injustice to be biased in his favor and not against him, but there is no telling. Perhaps he is a masochist. Perhaps he wishes to claim the high moral status of being oppressed even though, by his own testimony, no one oppressed him and several people went out of their way to confirm that they judged no man by his race, which is just as Martin Luther King wanted.

Apparently he has so strong a nostalgic longing for places and times when men were oppressed by racist laws and customs, that he feels the need to pretend that Gen Con is such a place, even though it quite obviously is not.

This person-of-color, or, to be precise, this person who wishes he were nothing but a color, tells us in his testimony that it is his own uncertainty, lack of pride, cowardice, and hysteria which makes him dislike himself. And he blames those of us who uphold Martin Luther King’s dream for his own hysterical maladjustment.

He just assassinated Martin Luther King all over again.

N.B.: the first critter I ever played in any role playing game was a Vulcan named Satrick, and the second was a Ent named Forevergreen. One was green-blooded and the other was bark-skinned. Next, in a Superhero game I played the child of Vision and Wanda Maximoff called The Humanoid, who was a android magician mutant cyborg whose color scheme was a bright red.

So far, none of them were Caucasians; none were even from the same kingdom as humans.

Next, I played the Ghost of Zorro, who is Spanish, a race I believe most sane people would call Caucasian, but which Leftists insist on calling Colored.

Still no whites, and the dead are not only a different kingdom from Ents and Men, they are not even in the same metaphysical condition of being.

Ah! I played a Russian named Ivan Ivanovitch next, in a Medieval world where all of Russia had sunk into the sea like Atlantis. He claimed to be the Czar of all the Russias on the grounds that no matter how far away from the throne he had been before all other Russians died in the waves, he was now Number One. So, point for Mr Race Quota. On the other hand, Ivan was an NPC assigned to me, not a character I made up.

Next I played a Paladin of Charlemagne named Sir Percival. He was frankly a Frank, and a Crusader, and a slayer of Moors and Witches, and an upholder of Norman privilege against lower classes.  So, two points for Mr Race Quota, unless an honest to God medieval Paladin of France counts double, because the Crusader, the Christian with a sword in hand, is the main enemy and croquemitaine of the Politically Correct race baiters. Charlemagne is the man they are trying to conquer: no one has told them he has been dead for over a thousand years.

Next I played a man of Tekumel from MAR Barker’s EMPIRE OF THE PETAL THRONE, a servant of the Doomed Prince of the Blue Room, named Vthanid son of Vathek, who I always assumed from the book art were Aztecs in look and feel, but they are inhabitants of a planet in a cosmos which has no stars it its skies.

The next game I played in was a superhero game, and I played Nightshade from the television version of the FLASH. (Who, by the way, was much cooler than Barry Allen! Note the hat! The goggles! The broomhandle mauser! The supercar hidden behind a sliding Green Hornet style billboard!)

Take a look:

(And, guess what race he is under that mask?)

I did not explain why I called Mr George a Niflungar. For the Wagner impaired, I meant this as a reference to Mime, the whining, self-pitying, pitiless, self-aggrandizing, obsessive and hate-filled dwarf or dark elf who raises Sigfried. The whining, self-pitying, pitiless, self-aggrandizing, obsessive behavior is the same between Mr George and Mime. In Mime’s case, he is obsessed with gaining the Ring of the Nibelungs, which grants bottomless power, and avenging himself on his brother who enslaved him, and ruling the world. Mr George is obsessed with much the same. Power.

He wants the one ring, the ring that rules the world. The problem is that there is no ring.

Notice particularly what Mr George gives as his paramount evidence for the racism of gaming: He says he wanted to be white, because that color gave him power.

Power is the Leftist god. They see the world through goggles that color everything one color, and that color is power. Marx defined all economics as a power struggle, and feminists define all the subtle riddles of the mating dance as a power struggle.

Mr George may or may not be literally neurotic — but even if he is as sane as Gilbert Gosseyn, his beliefs are clearly neurotic. The neurosis is a false to facts association. By his own admission, he has associated ‘power’ with feelings of worth and self-worth, and has associated ‘white skin’ with ‘power.’

I happen to have white skin. Actually, it is somewhat mushroom colored and hairy and sags. So there is no power to white skinnedness, despite what the inner witchdoctor of the Cargo Cult Racist called Mr George tells him. The Europeans conquered the world due to an economic and scientific revolution triggered by a worldview that included the belief in a rational God who made a rational universe. Christianity is the power.

Christendom then made the medieval epic, the Song of Roland, and preserved the pagan epics, Beowulf and so on, on which Professor Tolkien (hence Gary Gygax) based the generic Medieval-flavored adventurelands in whose soil all roleplaying gaming grew and flourished.

If he wants power, the power of heaven, let Mr George drop to his knees in prayer.

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Prayer as a Deadly Weapon Thu, 21 Aug 2014 05:01:51 +0000 I am mentioned in a rather flattering connection by the first ever podcast of the 1P5 podcast. But the rest of the meditation by Mr Steve Skojec is so well worth hearing, that I will overcome my natural modesty to link to his podcast. It is well worth hearing.

or here it is from the onset

We cannot beat the fallen seraphim of hell without God.


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The Wright Perspective: Arguments for Everything and Nothing Thu, 21 Aug 2014 04:40:29 +0000 My latest is up at Every Joe.

So why do Progressives pretend there are no rational arguments for the existence of God?

The various arguments in favor of the existence of God and the truth of Christ do not find favor among secular, that is, antichristian philosophers of this generation. However, such arguments are not any more nor less sound and clear as arguments in favor of the existence of the law of cause and effect, the existence of an objective external universe, the existence of a universal standard of morality, the prudence and fairness of the death penalty, the gold standard or any other topic debated and settled by argument.

The fact that such arguments are rarely discussed is not a sign of the alleged enlightenment of this generation. It is not a sign that this generation is too savvy to waste time discussing abstract matters.

Rather, it is a sign that this generation suffers from severe educational retardation, and no longer regards the use of the faculty of reasoning as a proper method to distinguish true from false. Look on any modern talk show. Now they are shout shows.

The intellect of the intellectual class has diminished sharply within the last fifty years.

Next time you come across an argument for or against the existence of God, look and see what standard is being used. Before you pass judgment on the merits of the argument itself, look at the form of the argument, and see whether it is sound. Make sure you understand what the argument is trying to say before you decide whether you personally find it persuasive.

Is the Argument from First Cause, for example, any less reasonable than whatever argument you can provide to defend, for example, a belief in female suffrage, or a belief that quantum mechanics will one day be reconciled with relativity?

Whole books have been written about every nuance of these deep questions for centuries, but in the final analysis, there are four strong philosophical arguments for the existence of God.

Read more:

I am trying something rather subtle here, not to prove or disprove the case for or against, merely to argue that the case is not one unworthy of a hearing, that is, it is not to be dismissed out of hand, without pondering the arguments on both sides. I somehow doubt any readers of the Leftwing persuasion reading the piece will comprehend that point.

I notice with a supercilious arch of my eyebrow that no comments have been posted as yet on this column, which deals with a serious topic, whereas I got a zillion comments on a column which made the rather trite and tried observation the Political Correctness types care more about political correctness, that is, what will help their party, cult, movement and worldview, than about correct correctness, that is, matters of fact.

Immediately in the comments section of that column, the first Leftist insisted earnestly that it was an uproven assertion, nay, a slander, for my column to say that Leftists do not believe in objective truth; and the next comment by a Leftist equally loud in insisting earnestly insisted that it was an unproven assertion, nay, an absurdity, for my column to say that objective truth exists. Neither bothered to argue with the other, or explained how the logical conundrum was to be resolved.

I assume the arguments for and against the existence of a divine and necessary being are so well known to the well read, rational, and calm readers of the internet that the column provokes no controversy.

Or perhaps the subject was too deep, and hence of no interest to the readership. Either that, or I am off my game and it was boring.

Not to worry. I will write something in a lighter vein next week.

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Space Princess Art Pause (6 of 6) Wed, 20 Aug 2014 16:00:38 +0000 Unfortunately, no one can be told what The Computer is. You’ll have to see it for yourself. Let me tell you why you’re here. You’re here because you know something. What you know you can’t explain, but you feel it. You’ve felt it your entire life, that there’s something wrong with the world. You don’t know what it is, but it’s there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad. It is this feeling that has brought you to me. Do you know what I’m talking about? Do you want to know what it is? The Computer is everywhere. It is all around us. Even now, in this very room. You can see it when you look out your window or when you turn on your television. You can feel it when you go to work… when you go to church… when you pay your taxes. It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth. That you are a slave. Like everyone else you were born into bondage. Into a prison that you cannot taste or see or touch. A prison for your mind.

Well, I am taking a vacation from the computer for a week, and to entertain my reader in the meanwhile, here is some cover art for science fiction magazines. This week’s episode, the final, is the finale, which gives us the opportunity to look at the best magazine covers of all time, by which I mean the Astounding Stories covers from the Campbellian Golden Age. There should be a fair number of short stories a well read SF reader will recognize from this collection of classics.

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Space Princess Art Pause (5 of 6) Tue, 19 Aug 2014 16:00:21 +0000 The Computer can neither harm a human being, nor, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm. This means that if Bayta Darrell on Planet Terminus, the farthest star in the galaxy from the center, gets a splinter, the Humanoids of Planet Wing IV must all explode from shame. However, robots can kill and murderize orcs and elves like D&D murder hobos. Good Times!

I will be away from the computer because obviously these things are dangerous. In my meanwhile, enjoy today’s episode of Space Princess Art Pause, including selections from Startling Stories.

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Space Princess Art Pause (4 of 6) Mon, 18 Aug 2014 16:00:19 +0000 The Computer is Your Friend. But I will be away from the Computer hunting mutants and members of secret societies for a week of vacation. Therefore to to amuse and divert my devoted reader, allow me to present these gems from the unfairly overlooked pulp roots of our beloved genre.

Today’s episode concentrates on Planet Stories, which, in my humble opinion, had the most well drawn covers (but not necessarily the best — that honor goes to Astounding Stories).

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Space Princess Art Pause (3 of 6) Sun, 17 Aug 2014 16:00:43 +0000 I will be away from Our Master, Colossus/World Control, for a week of vacation, to to amuse and divert my devoted reader, allow me to present these gems from the unfairly overlooked pulp roots of our beloved genre.

This is episode three, which features a lot of dames with guns, or with knives, axes, whips, cutlasses, bagpipes, magic bolts, and, in one case, I think she is shooting the monster with her face.

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Space Princess Art Pause (2 of 6) Sat, 16 Aug 2014 16:00:05 +0000 I will be away from Our Master, Skynet, for a week of vacation, to to amuse and divert my devoted reader, allow me to present these gems from the unfairly overlooked pulp roots of our beloved genre.

This is episode two, which features a lot of thugs, toughs, and neerdowells grabbing dames. Perhaps we will see dames with guns in a later episode valiantly defending themselves.

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