Schadenfreude abounds.
The United States Secret Service took away CNN’s Jim Acosta’s “hard pass” late on Wednesday after the professional provocateur pulled another obnoxious stunt during a White House press conference. Read the remainder of this entry »
I have a postcast with Max Kolbe tonight at 8.00. We will be discussing the rise of Witchcraft in politics.
Please join us.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=thntP0qg9Zw
Wedding plans of a young, bold couple whom I had the honor of introducing interrupted my writing schedule. Lost on the Last Continent is still on hiatus, despite that November is here.
With deep apologies to my impatient fans, let me here reprint one of my earliest stories, and a personal favorite of mine.
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by John C. Wright
The night of deep space is endless and empty and dark. There is nothing behind which to hide. But ships can be silent, if they are slow.
The noble ship Procrustes was silent as a ghost. She was black-hulled, and ran without beacons or lights. She was made of anti-radar alloys and smooth ceramics; shark-finned with panels meant to diffuse waste-heat slowly; and tiger-striped with electronic webs meant to guide certain frequencies around the hull without rebounding.
If she ever were seen, a glance would show, that, as a ship, she was meant to be slow. Her drive was fitted with baffle upon baffle, cooling the exhaust before it was expelled, a dark drive, non-radio-active, silent as sprayed mist. Low energy in the drive implied low thrust. Further, she had no centrifuge section, nor did she spin. This meant her crew were lightweights, blood and bones degenerated or adapted to microgravity, not the sort who would tolerate high boosts.
This did not meant Procrustes was not a noble ship. Warships can be slow; only her missiles need speed.
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So I was reading the party platform to my son, whom I took with me to vote. I wanted him to know the difference between the two parties.
Here is material from the preamble of the GOP party platform:
We believe in American exceptionalism.
We believe the United States of America is unlike any other nation on earth.
We believe America is exceptional because of our historic role — first as refuge, then as defender, and now as exemplar of liberty for the world to see.
We affirm — as did the Declaration of Independence: that all are created equal, endowed by their Creator with inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
We believe in the Constitution as our founding document.
Every time we sing, “God Bless America,” we are asking for help. We ask for divine help that our country can fulfill its promise.
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Because the Democrats hate you. Everything they are saying about Trump applies to you.
Rogues in the House, the seventh published Conan story, first was published in Weird Tales, January 1934.
Here, Robert E Howard has finally hit his stride: the characters, the action, and above all the theme leap vividly from the page and into a permanent place in the reader’s imagination. This is a fan favorite, and for good reason. If you want to introduce Conan to someone who has never read a Hyborian Age tale, this is the one to recommend.
And I do recommend it. Please read no further if you have not read it, because I must spoil several clever twists in order to discuss them.
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This is the beginning of the end of the bombshell of the breaking news of the tipping point of the walls closing in on President Trump’s Achilles’ heel which is off the rails of the crippled Trump presidency’s impeachment resignation because the president is in deep trouble and will not serve out his term; we have now reached the the turning point of Trump’s resignation impeachment bombshell. It may be the beginning of the end! He is done!
And, no, honestly, I am not tired of winning yet.
