MMA champion and actor Gina Carano got thrown under a bus by Disney/LucasFilm because she pointed out that before the Nazi regime started murdering Jews en masse, ordinary German citizens were doing it piecemeal and then implied that being a conservative in 21st century America is like being a Jew in the Weimar Republic.
Jews were beaten in the streets, not by Nazi soldiers but by their neighbors…even by children. Because history is edited, most people today don’t realize that to get to the point where Nazi soldiers could easily round up thousands of Jews, the government first made their own neighbors hate them simply for being Jews. How is that any different from hating someone for their political views?
—Gina Carano on TikTok
She might have been fine if she hadn’t implied that conservatives like her suffered similar persecution. Sure, I’ve heard of neo-Nazis getting their asses kicked, but that’s what you get for being a neo-Nazi, and you should be grateful you aren’t getting a fuckin’ swastika carved into your forehead.
But conservatives being murdered for trying to preserve unearned privilege and power at the expense of the poor and powerless? As much as I wish it were true, I realize that making martyrs out of morons is not a winning strategy. It didn’t work when polytheistic Rome tried to suppress Christianity, and it won’t work against 21st century reactionaries. I’ll just have to settle for the conservative movement being recognized as an organized crime syndicate and prosecuted accordingly.
Let’s be honest here: neither the government nor the media have to do anything to make people hate conservatives. Conservatives are perfectly capable of making people hate them on their own. Just talking with them is enough, unless you find yourself buying into their bullshit. If you can’t bear to talk to them, just watch them “govern”.
Of course, this isn’t the first time actors have publicly displayed their ignorance, but ignorant actors talking shit in public are usually further to the left than Ms. Carano. Nevertheless, I’m not surprised by her behavior. If you read The Reactionary Mind by Corey Robin, you’ll find that conservative crybullying is a tradition dating all the way back to the French Revolution—and possibly even earlier if you acknowledge Leviathan author Thomas Hobbes as the OG reactionary.
While I don’t think people deserve to lose their jobs just because they said stupid and offensive shit on social media, and I have no patience whatsofuckinever with internet McCarthyism, I don’t really give a fuck about Gina Carano.
Ms. Carano comes from casino money. She got a nice paycheck from playing Cara Dune in The Mandalorian (aka Lone Wolf and Cub in a Galaxy Far, Far Away). She can still count on support from MMA fans. And she’s already landed on her feet by lining up a new gig with the Daily Wire, a right-wing propaganda outfit operated by alt-reich impresario Ben Shapiro. She’s finally gonna make her own movie.
Trust me: Gina Carano is gonna be just fine. Which is why I think call-out culture (or cancel culture) is a right-wing shaming tactic that leftists should have known better than to adopt—except it isn’t necessarily something leftists picked up after conservatives threw the Dixie Chicks under a bus. It’s just that back in the 1970s they called it trashing.
Regardless of whether you call it cancellation or trashing, it doesn’t work—and it doesn’t help. The people who deserve to be cancelled have no reason to fear cancellation because they have fuck you money. It only harms people who aren’t rich enough or powerful enough to actually matter—aka working-class people that leftists alienate by being as self-righteous as they are ineffectual.
I’ve been listening to Iced Earth since the late 1990s, and I had hoped that its founder and lead guitarist—Jon Schaffer—would be smarter than this.
According to Blabbermouth, Jon Schaffer of Iced Earth has been identified as one of the participants in the attempt to force the US Senate by insurrection to challenge the electoral college’s vote in the 2020 Presidential election, and faces six Federal charges:
Knowingly Entering or Remaining in any Restricted Building or Grounds Without Lawful Authority
Disrupting the Orderly Conduct of Government Business
Knowingly Engaging in an Act of Physical Violence Against any Person or Property in any Restricted Building or Grounds
Violent Entry and Disorderly Conduct in a Capitol Building
Engaging in an Act of Physical Violence in a Capitol Building
Parading, Demonstrating, or Picketing in a Capitol Building
This disappoints me. I’ve been listening to Iced Earth since I got a copy of their 1998 album Something Wicked This Way Comes. Many of their classic songs helped inspire my Starbreaker stories, and it was via Iced Earth that I discovered Blind Guardian.
While I had noticed a shift in lyrical themes when they released The Glorious Burden, I didn’t suspect anything because heavy metal bands write songs about history fairly often. Hell, every Sabaton has ever made has been in the same vein as The Glorious Burden. Does the militarism in their lyrics mean they’re a bunch of right-wing nutjobs too?
I’m not going to throw out the Iced Earth albums I already have, but if Schaffer goes free and releases another album, I don’t know if I’ll buy it. It isn’t easy to separate the art from the artist, or to admit that somebody who created art that resonates with you might be an asshole.
I think the situation’s more complicated because Iced Earth isn’t just Jon Schaffer. Sure, he founded the band and writes the songs, but the rest of the band didn’t participate in the January 6 insurrection, and it doesn’t seem fair to throw them under the bus because of their bandmate’s involvement.
Finally, I suspect a lot of people are going to condemn Schaffer on the basis of photos and surveillance footage identifying him. I admit it’s pretty damning evidence if it hasn’t been doctored1, but that’s all it is: evidence to be used at Schaffer’s trial2 as the US Department of Justice attempts to prove his guilt beyond a reasonable doubt. I’ve never liked the court of public opinion and I’ve never bought into the notion that merely arresting somebody proves their guilt. Nor do I accept that photos and videos alone are enough to condemn somebody.
I think due process is especially important when prosecuting those who participated in the insurrection. Cutting corners or treating them as guilty until proven innocent will only make martyrs out of morons. America can’t afford to keep proving right those who insist the system is irredeemably rotten and ought to be burned to the ground. That’s how we ended up with 74 million people using their vote to say “fuck you” to the establishment in the first place.
As damning as Schaffer’s video might be, in which Jon Schaffer denounces “thugs”, “criminals”, and “globalists” for having hijacked the country “a long time ago”, I still think this guy ought to get a fair trial. Giving accused criminals a fair trial, presenting the evidence against them and giving them the chance to tell their side of the story, is how we prove that we are the “good guys”.
Besides, he’s not entirely wrong. The United States was hijacked a long time ago. It was hijacked by moneyed interests who realized that broadening the scope of democracy and extending the franchise to more people would erode their power and eventually see them stripped of their unearned wealth and privilege. Billionaires are behind the fiat currency, the wars, the occupations of foreign countries, and all the other shit people like Jon Schaffer claim to oppose. What Schaffer and millions like him don’t understand is that they’re working for their own oppressors.
I’m going to be really disappointed if it turns out Dave Mustaine of Megadeth was involved, too, but not surprised. I’ve known him for a right-wing crank ever since the release of United Abominations in 2007. “Washington is Next” wasn’t exactly subtle.
This raises the question of who would benefit from doctoring photos to implicate the founder of a fairly popular US power metal band. As far as I know, there’s no percentage in it, so while I admit it’s possible I don’t think it’s likely. ↩
Assuming Schaffer and his lawyer don’t cave and go for a plea bargain, as many facing Federal charges do. ↩
I’m not in the mood for any reactionary bullshit. If I see comments that look like they belong on Gab, Parler, 4chan, or Stormfront I will censor them and their authors with extreme fucking prejudice.
This article concerns current events, US politics, and political violence in the wake of the insurrection attempt on January 6, 2021. The opinions within are entirely my own, and not necessarily those of my employer or any of their clients.
I didn’t expect my wife to give me anything this Christmas, but she gave me an AlphaSmart 3000 word processor.
Though Catherine and I were going to skip Christmas this year because of COVID-19, my wife got me a secondhand AlphaSmart 3000 portable word processor. She had told me that she was spending some money to buy me a Chrirstmas present since that’s a courtesy we share when only one of us has a job, but I had not asked her what exactly she was going to give me. I must admit that I was a little curious when we went grocery shopping a few days later and she suggested buying AA batteries because the present she bought for me might need them, but I had suggested waiting since the only ones available were overpriced generics. Also, I reasoned, whatever Catherine bought for me might come with batteries included.
Of course, now that I have this I feel like a bit of a heel; all I gave Catherine for Christmas was a copy of the HD remastered edition of Final Fantasy X and Final Fantasy X-2 because she had had hours of fun playing the latter when it first came out on the PlayStation 2. Then again, she’s still having fun with it so perhaps it’s not so bad.
I must admit that I was surprised to have gotten an AlphaSmart, let alone that any remained available on the secondhand market. I’ve known about these for years; professional writers and journalists have praised them as a lightweight and distraction-free alternative to a traditional laptop since the AlphaSmart cannot connect to the internet and has no capacity for games.
Data transfer is dead simple. You simply turn off the device, connect it to your computer with a USB cable, and put your cursor into a text editor or word procesor. Though the manual (printed in 2002) promises compatibility with Windows, Macs, and PCs running DOS and OS/2 the AlphaSmart also works with OpenBSD.
I verified it myself with Cat looking over my shoulder, watching the device transfer some text written for the purpose one character at a time into an Emacs scratch buffer. The only problem I had was that the manual had not been explicit about the need to have the device turned off before attempting a transfer; I had had the device open with my file active on my first attempt, and spent a few minutes trying to see if the computer had detected the device and then searching for any mention of compatibility issues with GNU/Linux or BSD before I remembered Occam’s Razor and thought to turn the device off before attempting a transfer. The second attempt went off without a hitch.
I’m rather impressed with the design. The keyboard is pleasantly clunky to type on. Cat says they sound like Cherry MX Brown switches, but I doubted it since the device appears to have been manufactured in 2005 and that might predate these switches. A bit of research confirmed that the AlphaSmart uses rubber dome switches. Regardless, the switches are fairly responsive and require a comfortable amount of force. They aren’t on a hair trigger, and you need not pound them, but I suspect they could take a good pounding if they had to.
The non-backlit LCD takes a bit of getting used to; it’s four lines at roughly twenty characters per line, but unlike some classic Unix editors (ed, vi, and even Emacs) the device’s editor provides soft wrapping without breaking in the middle of a word.
Capacity is measured in pages rather than characters or bytes. You can type out roughly 12.5 pages of text per file, and the device supports eight files for a total of 100 pages. While you can use CTRL+S to manually save and provide a short filename for convenience, this is unnecessary until you’re ready to transfer your text. The device doesn’t seem to use actual files, but instead keeps text in eight small battery-backed SRAM buffers similar to the ones used to save progress in some NES and SNES cartridges. Transfer from the device to your computer doen’t require a sophisticated protocol. Simply turn off the device, plug it in, wait for the device to signal readiness, open or focus on your text editor or word processor, and press the “send” key. The device will “type” into your computer what you had previously typed into the device one character at a time. The device comes with four transfer speeds, each optimized for computers in use around 2000: PCs with 386, 486, and Pentium procesors and Macs with 68K and PowerPC CPUs. On a ThinkPad T60 with a 2GHz Core 2 processor the transfer was fast but not instantaneous. I suspect it will be faster still when I try it on my main computer, which boasts a 3.5GHz i7 processor.
The editing software is reasonably sophisticated as well. It supports cut, copy, and paste using keybindings familiar to Windows users, as well as find and spell check with the ability to add words not in the built-in dictionary. While the device uses an ANSI keyboard, the device isn’t limited to ASCII. Instead, it provides limited support for international and accented characters. This international character support is limited to languages using the Latin alphabet. I can still have my heavy metal umlauts, but Russian isn’t going to happen and you can forget about Chinese, Japanese, and Korean. I think this is because the AlphaSmart 3000 uses Windows CP-1252 or ISO 8859-1 character encoding instead of UTF-8. Then again, this isn’t a huge problem for me, since I only speak English, bad English, and just enough French to get through a ten day visit to Paris without making a complete embarrassment of myself.
According to the manual, the device can run for up to 700 hours on three AA alkaline batteries, and it also comes with a secondary CR2032 lithium battery to power the SRAM buffers and retain their contents if the main batteries die. The former are easily replaceable, but replacing the latter requires a Phillips screwdriver and a steady hand. This beats the living shit out of my ThinkPad, which runs for about 4 hours if I turn off the wifi, turn the screen’s backlight all the way down, and don’t run anything more demanding than GNU Emacs (which might have been heavy 20 years ago but is positively svelte compared to Firefox and Chrome).
I’ve been using my AlphaSmart 3000 to write this post about it. Cat wanted me to have something that would let me write without being distracted by the internet. While I could get that by using my ThinkPad T60 without plugging in an Ethernet cable (since Atheros AR5418 wifi support on OpenBSD is spotty) the ThinkPad has other disadvantages:
I can still tinker with it.
I can play (some) games on it.
I can watch videos stored on it.
Of course, the AlphaSmart 3000 also has a few small disadvantages:
The device is better for composition than revision.
Data transfer is one-way: from the device to a general-purpose computer.
It can’t store or play music, so I’d need my phone and I’d need to keep it in airplane mode if I want to rock out while writing.
Since it only weighs about two pounds (compared to my five pound ThinkPad) it isn’t suitable for use as a blunt instrument against neo-Nazis.
Of course, my wife insists that this last issue is hardly a disadvantage; I’m better suited to the pen than the sword by temperament and habit even if I do occasionally ask myself, “What would Hugo Stiglitz do?”
In any case, I can see myself using my AlphaSmart for the following tasks:
Drafting new Starbreaker stories
Drafting blog posts
Note-taking as I read novels, watch movies, or play video games
Because it’s so light, I can take it just about anywhere. For example, if my wife is shopping and I don’t feel like joining her, I can just reach down between my legs, ease the seat back, and bash out some text in the car without having to worry about the steering wheel getting in the way of having the laptop screen at a comfortable angle. Because the screen isn’t backlit, sitting out in the sun with it should present no problem. Of course, if I find I’m too wired to sleep I can’t write in bed with the lights off because I won’t be able to see my typos.
Some purists will insist this is a good thing, but I’m a developer at my day job. Most of my bugs are typos, and I don’t like leaving them in place even if I’m writing crappy sci-fi instead of yet another CRUD application.
I’ve only written a blog post with my AlphaSmart 3000 thus far, but I’m already sold. Furthermore, I wish I had thought to buy myself one of these when they first hit the market. Even if it cost as much as a FreeWrite (a similar device marketed to hipsters with more money than sense) does today it would have been worth it if I used it often enough. Hell, it would probably have been a better deal than the MacBook I bought back in 2006.
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Call it conscience if you like. Or get Freudian and call it the superego. But there’s a cop living rent-free in the back of my head, and he’s a bastard. He’s always judging me, policing every stray notion that comes to mind.
Most of the time he sounds like a frightened child, sure that if I do what I want or speak from the heart I’ll be punished.
It’s the reason I had refrained from approaching so many women I found attractive when I was a young bachelor.
It’s the reason I never experimented with sex or drugs when I had the chance.
It’s the reason I couldn’t admit to myself that I might not be straight until I had been married to a woman for several years.
It’s the reason I tolerated my mother’s emotional abuse well into middle age.
It’s the reason I kept staying in shitty jobs that neither pay especially well, offer challenging and meaningful work, or allow me to find a sense of autonomy and mastery.
It’s the reason I’ve been afraid to share my thoughts and feelings online for so long.
Frankly, I feel like I’ve lived a “good Christian life” despite thinking Christianity is a crock of shit. How is this fair? It isn’t, but the world is neither just nor unjust. “Fairness” is just another spook, like my conscience. But this is what I get for periodically rereading Max Stirner…
What is not supposed to be my concern! First and foremost, the good cause, then God’s cause, the cause of mankind, of truth, of freedom, of humanity, of justice; further, the cause of my people, my prince, my fatherland; finally, even the cause of Mind, and a thousand other causes. Only my cause is never to be my concern. Shame on the egoist who thinks only of himself!
—Max Stirner: The Ego and His Own (1845)
Or perhaps the elder Alexandre Dumas?
Perhaps what I am about to say will appear strange to you gentlemen, socialists, progressives, humanitarians as you are, but I never worry about my neighbor, I never try to protect society which does not protect me — indeed, I might add, which generally takes no heed of me except to do me harm — and, since I hold them low in my esteem and remain neutral towards them, I believe that society and my neighbor are in my debt.
—Alexandre Dumas, père: The Count of Monte Cristo (1844)
Your politics are boring as fuck, and your morality is of no greater interest. I don’t want to live for anybody but myself. I don’t want to serve any cause but my own. I don’t give a fuck about “society”, “my country”, “the economy”, “future generations”, “the planet”, “the common good”, “humanity”, or anybody who doesn’t love and value me for who I am. I shouldn’t have to.
You shouldn’t have to, either. We all deserve better than live in fear of being shamed because we had the effrontery to be ourselves and seek the fulfillment of our desires. As long as we harm none, do what thou wilt should be the whole of the law.
If being myself leaves me friendless, so be it. I’ll wear my independence like a crown…
Tempus fugit, and time’s flight is relentless in its grinding pace. Many days seem to stretch into infinity, but then I look back and wonder what the hell I did with the last ten years. I know I did something with the last decade, but it doesn’t feel like I’ve done enough.
I worked for four different companies, two of them for four years.
I wrote two novels from my Starbreaker saga and got both of them published through a small press in 2013 and 2016.
The rights to both of my novels, and the short stories I wrote to help market them, have reverted to me—and the small press with which I worked has disappeared with royalties left unpaid.
I paid off my car and bought a house.
I took my wife Catherine to Paris for her fortieth birthday.
I spent my fortieth birthday helping Catherine fight breast cancer.
Catherine and I attended the 2014, 2015, and 2018 World Fantasy Conventions.
I amassed a following 20,000 strong on Google+ during its heyday, but most of those “followers” were utterly worthless: they never even interacted with me.
I wasted entirely too much time on social media because I thought that was what small-time authors were supposed to do to get attention and book sales.
I jumped off the Apple ship after Steve Jobs died, went back to using GNU/Linux for while, and then finally got up the nerve to try OpenBSD—and I’ve been using that ever since.
I was finally diagnosed as having an Autistic Spectrum Disorder.
My two black cats: Dante and Virgil, the “Devil May Purr” twins, both died. But succeeding them are Smudge and Purrseus, two sweet brown and white tabbies.
While doing all of that I read a bunch of novels, listened to a bunch of new bands, played a bunch of games, and even saw some movies. Most of the media I consumed was crap, and I probably consumed it because I was too worn out from my day job and pretending to be normal to have much energy for creating.
I also watched my fellow Americans elect a demagogue to the White House, and did nothing more to oppose them than vote for somebody I loathed a little less.
Maybe I can do more with the next decade. I hope so. 2010 was supposed to be “year we make contact”, but as far as we know we’re still alone in the universe. The future I was solid as a kid seems no closer to reality, and the America I was taught to believe in seems ever more mythical.
I want to write a new “Starbreaker saga”, an account of the “Great Defiance” where humanity finally throws off the tyranny of god and state alike. I want to publish this independently, without asking permission from some publishing cartel in New York and letting them pay me pennies on the dollar for my work. But first I want to make my old Starbreaker material available under a Creative Commons license. I don’t think I can sell it, and I don’t want it to languish, forgotten.