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CONSPIRACY THEORIES

You’ve heard the joke, right? What’s the difference between a conspiracy theory and reality?

About two weeks.

I think that’s a gross exaggeration. From where I’m sitting it’s more like two months.

This is probably where I admit that when people on mewe started talking about how the vaccines were damaging heart muscle, or causing heart attacks, or whatever, I thought it was of a piece with the chick who was so convinced they were putting a neurotransmitter in it that she was trying t...

When They Honk People Off

This weekend, I found that the truckers who have had enough of Little Castro’s Justin Trudeau’s insanity, enough to drive to the capital in convoy and who appear to be supported by a majority of Canadians are “really” Russian agents dressed like truckers.

My first reaction to this was to laugh so hard my son, who had just come into my office, thought I was having a stroke or heart attack or something. BTW this morning he tells me that now the NYT is running with the idea that everyone wh...

Pictoral Story Challenge and Book Promo

IMPORTANT NOTICE: IF YOU SEND ME A BOOK TO PROMO, AND I DON’T USE IT, MY EMAIL USUALLY DID SOMETHING FUNNY AND/OR I THOUGHT I’D ALREADY PUT IT IN THE WEEK BEFORE. FEEL FREE TO SEND AGAIN.

Book promo

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Random

The picture above came from a search at Pexels for “jungle cat” so, in case you wonder the day dawned just as insane as the last few thousands of days.

I’m more or less — at long last — alive today. Which means the generic cold seems to finally be gone. And I was investigating redoing the covers for the shifters series when I should be working, of course, because well…. because. And yes, I actually know this is work too, it’s just…. not as?

I’m taking the day off from politics, lest #...

Level Setting

The time has come to have the most serious talk in a hundred years, a talk that is overdue by at least a hundred years. It needs to be discussed, history needs to be known, and we need to change course as fast as possible.

I don’t know at this point whether we can — or should. More on that later — avoid the butcher’s bill. But I know the sooner we have this talk and change course, the smaller that bill will be. And the less time will be lost. And, hey, perhaps we can avoid, at least for ...

Systems, better Fools And Assumptions by Foxfier

According to legend—which means I don’t want to go look up the year and stuff—teabags were invented when a tea company sent out samples in pretty little scrap-silk bags, and the Americans were too stupid to know that was just packaging.  They dropped the whole thing into the pot.  Didn’t sell a lot of the tea blends, but they wrote back and absolutely raved about the wonderful little packets, could they get more of those?  Not being utter fools, the company’s response was a solid “Oh?  You w...

WHEN TOLERANCE KILLS

Yes, you absolutely are right. That is a terrible title for the blog of a Freedom lover. which is why I felt the need to do it. Because it’s one part of the whole “toleration/authoritarianism” paradigm I did not talk about sufficiently. I kind of glanced off it, in pointing out that allowing people to do whatever they want is bad for other people and you need to draw the line there.

This is absolutely true. I don’t care if you want to live on the street, but I draw the line at your attack...

The Glitz, the Glamour!

It is time — again — to talk of the glitzy, glamorous life of a working writer.

I think I’ve done a couple of posts on the fact that whenever I get an award, or this blog gets mentioned by someone bigger, and my phone starts ringing off the hook with congratulations, it’s always on a particularly blah day.

So, the last time Rush mentioned me, I was scrubbing the kitchen floor on my hands and knees when the phone started ringing.

The Prometheus award call? I was in the middle of a Pi...

Round The Bend

One of the advantages (eh) of growing up int he seventies in Europe, is that there are very few examples of bizarrely distorted thinking that doesn’t make me yawn and go “been there, done that. The stupid hasn’t changed.”

The fact that once or twice these last two years the idiots have managed to scare me tells you how bad it’s been. Now, mind you, the thought process was still not new, but the things they did with it were… well, if not new, more insane than I thought we could achieve af...

Executive dysfunction

Weirdly this is not about governance. Well, self-governance maybe, in the sense that you govern yourself through life.

I was 53 the first time someone told me I was ADD. The someone was my kid. Ask me how he knows. He’s higher functioning than I am — I barely held it together through University, and then it all fell apart — mostly because I refused to believe either of them was ADD because they were like me and no one had ever told me I was ADD. So they had to learn to function without m...