Open Brainstorm tomorrow night

As I mentioned yesterday, tomorrow night I’m hosting an Open Brainstorm event featuring C.R. Hallpike, the anthropologist and the author of DO WE NEED GOD TO BE GOOD, which, thanks to the readers here, is presently the #1 bestseller in Ethics. This is a good thing, as clearly, in light of the earlier announcement today, some of you are in desperate need of some beyond “if it moves, kill it”… or so I am told.

Anyhow, it’s an excellent book and I’m very much looking forward to interviewing Dr. Hallpike. Of course, you’ll have the chance to ask him questions too, so if you’ve already picked up the book, I’d encourage you to at least read the chapter on secular humanism before tomorrow night’s event.

The Brainstorm is Mar 22, 2016 8:00 PM Eastern and is open to everyone. Seats are limited to 500, so if you want to attend, be sure to register now. I’ll also have a little announcement at the event about the upcoming release of Mr. Dominic Saltarelli’s new book, to which I had the honor of contributing, On the Existence of Gods.


Rabid Puppies 2016: the list

BEST NOVEL

  • Seveneves: A Novel, Neal Stephenson, William Morrow
  • Golden Son, Pierce Brown, Del Rey
  • Somewhither: A Tale of the Unwithering Realm, John C. Wright, Castalia House
  • The Cinder Spires: The Aeronaut’s Windlass, Jim Butcher, Roc
  • Agent of the Imperium, Marc Miller, Far Future

BEST NOVELLA

  • Fear of the Unknown and Self-Loathing in Hollywood, Nick Cole, Tales of Tinfoil
  • Penric’s Demon, Lois McMaster Bujold, Spectrum
  • Perfect State, Brandon Sanderson, Dragonsteel Entertainment
  • The Builders, Daniel Polansky, Tor.com
  • Slow Bullets, Alastair Reynolds, Tachyon Publications

BEST NOVELETTE

  • Flashpoint: Titan, Cheah Kai Wai, There Will Be War Vol. X, Castalia House
  • Folding Beijing, Hao Jingfang, Uncanny Magazine
  • What Price Humanity?, David VanDyke, There Will Be War Vol. X, Castalia House
  • Hyperspace Demons, Jonathan Moeller, Castalia House
  • Obits, Stephen King, The Bazaar of Bad Dreams, Scribner

BEST SHORT STORY

  • Asymmetrical Warfare, S. R. Algernon, Nature Nr. 519
  • Seven Kill Tiger, Charles Shao, There Will Be War Vol. X, Castalia House
  • The Commuter, Thomas Mays, Amazon Digital Services
  • If You Were an Award, My Love, Juan Tabo and S. Harris, Vox Popoli
  • Space Raptor Butt Invasion, Chuck Tingle, Amazon Digital Services

BEST RELATED WORK 

  • Appendix N, Jeffro Johnson, Castalia House blog
  • Between Light and Shadow: An Exploration of the Fiction of Gene Wolfe, 1951 to 1986, Marc Aramini, Castalia House
  • The Story of Moira Greyland, Moira Greyland, Askthebigot.com
  • Safe Space as Rape Room, Daniel Eness, Castalia House blog
  • SJWs Always Lie, Vox Day, Castalia House

BEST GRAPHIC STORY

  • The Divine, Boaz Lavie, Asaf Hanuka, Tomer Hanuka, First Second
  • Full Frontal Nerdity, Aaron Williams, Do Gooder Press
  • Erin Dies Alone, Cory Rydell and Grey Carter, The Escapist
  • The Sandman: Overture, Neil Gaiman and JH Williams III, Vertigo
  • Invisible Republic Vol 1 (#1–5), Corinna Bechko and Gabriel Hardman, Image Comics

BEST EDITOR, SHORT FORM

  • Jerry Pournelle

 BEST EDITOR, LONG FORM 

  • Anne Sowards, Penguin
  • Jim Minz, Baen Books
  • Mike Braff, Del Rey
  • Toni Weisskopf, Baen Books
  • Vox Day, Castalia House

BEST DRAMATIC PRESENTATION, LONG FORM

  • The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt, Konrad Tomaszkiewicz and Mateusz Kanik Sebastian, CD Projekt RED
  • Metal Gear Solid V: The Phantom Pain, Hideo Kojima, Kojima Productions
  • Until Dawn, Will Byles, Supermassive Games
  • Avengers: Age of Ultron, Zak Penn‎ and ‎Joss Whedon, Marvel Studios
  • The Martian, Ridley Scott, Scott Free Productions

 BEST DRAMATIC PRESENTATION, SHORT FORM

  • Supernatural, “Just My Imagination” Season 11, Episode 8, Richard Speight Jr, Supernatural
  • Grimm, Season 4 Episode 21, “Headache”, Jim Kouf, Grimm
  • Tales from the Borderlands Episode 5, “The Vault of the Traveller”
  • Life is Strange, Episode 1, Raoul Barbet and Michel Koch, Life is Strange
  • My Little Pony, Friendship is Magic, Season 5, Episodes 1-2, “The Cutie Map”, Jayson Thiessen, Jim Miller and Rebecca Dart, My Little Pony

BEST PROFESSIONAL ARTIST

  • Larry Elmore
  • Michal Karcz (Karezoid on Deviant Art)
  • Abigail Larson
  • Lars Braad Andersen, example
  • Larry Rostant, example

BEST SEMIPROZINE

  • Abyss & Apex, Wendy Delmater
  • Beneath Ceaseless Skies, Scott H. Andrews
  • Daily Science Fiction, Jonathan Laden and Michele Barasso
  • Sci-Phi Journal, Jason Rennie
  • Strange Horizons, Niall Harrison

BEST FANZINE

BEST FANCAST

  • The Rageaholic by Razorfist
  • Hello Greedo
  • 8-4 Play
  • Cane and Rinse
  • Tales to Terrify

BEST FAN WRITER

  • Jeffro Johnson
  • Morgan (Castalia House)
  • Shamus Young
  • Zenopus
  • Douglas Ernst

BEST FAN ARTIST

  • Rgus
  • Matthew Callahan
  • Disse86
  • Darkcloud013
  • Kukuruyo

BEST NEW WRITER (Campbell Award)

  • Pierce Brown
  • Cheah Kai Wai
  • Sebastien de Castell
  • Brian Niemeier
  • Andy Weir

This is a list of recommendations for the 2016 Hugo Awards, not a slate, and of course by no means a direct order to fill out the list exactly as specified to anyone, least of all the Rabid Puppies, the Sad Puppies, the Ilk, the Dread Ilk, the Vile Faceless Minions, or the Evil Legion of Evil, by their Supreme Dark Lord.

The nominating ballots are at the MidAmeriCon II website. They must be completed before the end of the month, so don’t delay. I encourage everyone to fill out their nomination forms completely, as it was readily apparent last year that both Puppies and SJWs alike were lax about that.

What I choose to recommend is no one else’s concern or responsibility, regardless of why I chose to recommend it. I will not entertain requests for removals from this list of recommendations, except on the grounds of ineligibility.

SF-SJWs, you may now commence the ritual denunciations. Open up your hate and let it flow into me.


The left-wing mind

An explanation of it from a red diaper baby now in recovery:

For the millions raised as leftists, it is not an ideology; it is a culture. Since childhood, they have lived and breathed it every day in the home. They know nothing else. Like any culture, it is a way of speaking, thinking and acting, with its own narratives and rituals. Narratives are held sacred, repeated, reinforced and, over time, added to. That which challenges sacred narratives, even reality itself, is met with confusion and hostility. As with any aggressive, intolerant culture, if you enter it, it enters you.

Contrary to opinion, leftism isn’t just about hate. Leftists are more complex than that. From my time as a red diaper leftist, I can tell you that a whole range of emotions are involved. Hate, anger, fear, bitterness, jealousy, envy, rage, greed, pride, smugness and paranoia (not technically an emotion, but it is widespread among leftists).

With such a parade of negative emotions, it is no surprise that so many leftists suffer from chronic depression, often from a young age. Even if they lose the anger, they still retain the attitude: that the government must fix everyone’s problems, regardless of cost and that there is an enormous right-wing conspiracy that is just around the corner.

The victim narrative of the Left is very infectious. You are always the victim and you are always owed something. The wealthy are always evil, while you are always good and wholesome. Converts are often more intense than those born into it. My father, raised a leftist, eventually mellowed and began to question some leftist beliefs. My mother, not raised a leftist, but having become one, never mellowed.

Leftism encourages and is driven by the most negative, damaging
emotions. It harnesses together childish emotions and paranoid thought
processes. Its narratives are a filter that reality has to try to
struggle through, often failing. The child-like thinking
solves all problems without pesky details and facts interfering, leading
to delusions of intellectual brilliance.

It’s an interesting glimpse into what, for me, is an entirely alien mindset. I find it easier to understand those from very foreign cultures, including the English, the Italians, and even the Japanese, than I do a left-wing 2.0 American. While I correctly noted their fixation on narratives and the childish nature of their magical thinking, I was always mystified by their delusions of intellectual brilliance.

I put it down to their education and credential fetishes, but the author makes clear their belief in their intelligence is actually due to the fact that they are so deluded, they believe they are actually producing the solution to all the various problems they encounter by virtue of repeating their magic mantra: more government spending.

Of course, their concept of government is childish too; it is essentially a magic combination of a 365-day Santa Claus with a friendly Sunday School god whose got the whole world in his hands.

This is useful, as it provides several clues for rhetorical triggers that should prove devastating. It also explains why it is not merely my high intelligence, but my willingness to openly flaunt it, that reliably enrages them. This confirms my belief that if you assume emotional projection when attacked by a rhetoric speaker, you’ll be given the key to dismantle the attacker’s psyche.


The more things change….

It’s interesting to see how the new media, particularly Twitter, Wikipedia, and Facebook, are blithely walking in the footsteps of the old media:

When Bill Kovach decided circa 1987 that the Atlanta papers needed a bureau in Nairobi, he could afford to do it, because the paper was making a handsome profit from advertising revenue. The fact that advertising ultimately paid the bills — the source of revenue, whereas the salaries of the newsroom staff were an expense — was an aspect of journalism that a lot of Good for Democracy types never really figured out. Bottom-line considerations were far from the minds of most people in our nation’s newsrooms 25 years ago, before Al Gore invented the Internet, and then some guy named Matt Drudge became America’s Editor-in-Chief.

Oh, the pages and pages of classified ads — help wanted, real estate,
used cars, whatever — that were once such a magnificent revenue
generator for newspaper publishers. Oh, the display ads from department
stores, and the full-color advertising inserts stuffed inside that thick
Sunday paper. Nearly all gone now — gone with the wind, along with the
fat profit margins that allowed Bill Kovach the luxury of force-feeding
readers in Atlanta their journalistic broccoli about the famine in
Sudan. Gone, those glory days when newsrooms were so crowded, and every
major metropolitan paper had an “investigative journalism” team of a
half-dozen hotshots whose bylines rarely appeared in print except on
those tedious five-part series written for the eyes of the Pulitzer
Prize judges.

Yeah, once upon a time, every newspaper in every state capital in
America — from Tallahassee to Juneau, from Augusta, Maine, to Honolulu,
Hawaii — had its own local crew of would-be Woodward and Bernsteins who
believed they were producing journalism that was Good for Democracy.

Gone! All gone now!

In the same way the old media chased off its readers with what McCain calls “broccoli journalism”, the new media is chasing off its readers by telling them what they can and cannot say. In both cases, it is because the media wrongly believes it, and not its readers, are in control.

And that is only going to be of benefit to what we might call the next media, or if you prefer, the Alt Right media.


The New Fat Fantasy

Having successfully championed minorities, women, homosexuals, and rainbow-haired, sexually-confused, surgically-mutilated freaks in science fiction, SF-SJWs have defined their next urgent anti-discrimination priority: fat chicks.

You’ve read a couple books where fat girls get to be loved in the real world, and that’s wonderful, but fat girls don’t get whisked away into alternate worlds and told they’re a long lost princess. Fat girls don’t get to see the magical underside of New York City. Fat girls don’t save planets.

It’s an interesting dichotomy. Many, if not most, fantasy writers are fat women, but fat women are apparently discriminating against fat women in their books, either because they are a) self-hating or b) subject to a false consciousness instilled by Society and The Patriarchy.

I’m going to guess that our intrepid champions of the overfed and underprivileged are going to go with option (b). But if the literary world shortchanges the big-bottomed woman, at least they can be assured that the rock world appreciates them. Talk about a LOT of bass!

Do we need God?

It is not an exaggeration to say that of all the books that comprised the critical response to the initial onslaught of the New Atheism, the most effective was The Irrational Atheist. This was due to the fact that, unlike most of the other books on the subject, it directly addressed the various arguments presented by Richard Dawkins, Sam Harris, Christopher Hitchens, and others. Since then, the New Atheism has largely subsided in the public eye, and yet, if the relevant statistics are to be believed, Western society remains heavily influenced by the inept secular philosophy that provided the foundation for the New Atheist wave, secular humanism.

The first noteworthy thing about C.R. Hallpike’s book, Do We Need God to Be Good, is that the reader is nearly two-thirds the way through the book before he can reasonably ascertain which way the author would be predisposed to answering the titular question. Nevertheless, I must admit that Hallpike’s book is even more effective than TIA, because instead of refuting the atheist arguments used to attack religion, it targets many of the philosophical foundations upon which those arguments are dependent.

Hallpike is an English anthropologist, and if Wikipedia is to be trusted, apparently one of more than a little note. This is unexpectedly relevant to the topic, because, having lived with the primitive tribes of Papua New Guinea for years, Hallpike has amassed, and published, considerable first-hand evidence concerning the way in which pre-civilized societies are actually structured. And it is through the expertise he has acquired that he effortlessly demolishes a vast edifice of pseudo-scholarship that has been erected under the name of “evolutionary psychology”:

Normal science proceeds from the known to the unknown, but evolutionary psychology tries to do it the other way round…. It cannot be sufficiently emphasized, therefore, that our profound ignorance about early humans is quite incompatible with any informed discussion of possible adaptations. Ignoring these drastic limitations on our knowledge has meant that many so-called ‘adaptive explanations’ are merely pseudo-scientific ‘Just So Stories’, often made up without any anthropological knowledge, that have increasingly brought evolutionary psychology into disrepute.

Hallpike provides one devastating example, cited from the Proceedings of the Royal Society, in which it is claimed that humans lost their body hair and took to wearing clothes as the result of sexual preferences expressed over one million years ago. He then points out that while our ignorance of primitive sexual preferences is complete, “at least we know they could not possibly have had clothes, because these have only been around for a few thousand years.”

His critique of secular humanism is even more effective, as the sins of the evo-psych enthusiasts can be reasonably put down to a combination of observable ignorance with a predilection for writing fiction. It is one of the more powerful refutations – to say rebuttal is simply not strong enough – one is likely to encounter in print, as Hallpike not only highlights the philosophical competence of the secular humanists, but casts serious doubt upon their self-professed motivations as well.

Given the importance that Humanists ascribe to science, and the revolutionary claims of modern biology about the nature of Man, it is quite striking that the only interest they seem to have in biology is using it to attack religion, not to reflect on what it has to say about Man. Yet if one takes the claims of evolutionary biologists seriously, especially their denial of consciousness and free will, it is hard to see how the very idea of human agency and moral responsibility could survive at all. Although Humanists prefer to ignore these issues, in the words of Francis Crick, ‘tomorrow’s science is going to knock their culture right out from under them’, and they need to come to terms with the obvious incompatibility between their liberal Western values and a genuinely Darwinian view of Man.

It is remarkable that despite the fact that his critique of evolutionary psychology is well within his professional wheelhouse, Hallpike is at his most effective when criticizing secular humanism by its own professed standards. After tracing its intellectual history back to the 14th Century, Hallpike reviews the foundational work of two influential humanist philosophers, A.C. Grayling and Paul Kurtz, and points out the conclusively damning fact that none of the qualities of the ideal secular humanist nor the detailed program of what all proper secular humanists should believe have anything to do with the principles of science or secular humanism!

We are also given a detailed programme of what all rightthinking people should believe about human rights, sexual morality, abortion, euthanasia, parenting, education, privacy, crime and punishment, vegetarianism, animal rights, separation of church and state, and government. This seems a remarkably detailed set of conclusions to draw from the two simple premises of ‘no supernatural beings’, and ‘thinking for oneself’, but in fact none of it follows from these at all. What we are actually getting here is a highly ethnocentric summary of the fashionable opinions of Western secular liberals in the early twenty-first century, and who in Britain would read the Guardian.

Humanism is a prolonged glorification of Self, success, and the gratification in every possible way of ‘the fat, relentless ego’, which is why it has a particular loathing of religion. 

Having executed the sacred cow of secular humanism in a manner brutal enough to make a Chicago slaughterhouse butcher blanch, Hallpike proceeds to examine other modern belief-systems, including Objectivism, Behavioralism, and Collectivism before proceeding to directly address the question posed in the beginning of the book.

While his answer is a reasonable one, it is not exactly straightforward. His answer is ultimately yes, that Man needs God to be good because the moral significance of God is the provision of a worldview that provides men with objective value and moral unity as God’s children, elevates spiritual values over purely material ones, and justifies personal humility in the place of self-worship.

I highly recommend Do We Need God to Be Good to anyone who appreciated TIA. It’s intelligent, well-written, and highly-accessible; I would have loved to have published it. And I am very pleased to be able to say that Dr. Hallpike will be the guest at the next Open Brainstorm event, which will be Tuesday night at 8 PM Eastern. I will be sending out the initial invitations to Brainstorm members later today, and provide the registration link to everyone else tomorrow.

Brainstorm members, please note that you will be receiving a review copy of the ebook with your invitation to the event.


Well done, Dread Ilk

Mike Cernovich provides an analysis of his Kickstarter’s exceptional performance:

Traffic sources to Silenced:

  • Twitter – 57%
  • Direct via D&P – 24%
  • Vox Day – 5%

Kickstarter traffic twitter.25 PM

As you can see, having a large website and social media is important.
This is sort of a duh point, but seeing data put everything into
context. It also helps to have friends who help you. This is also duh,
although you guys wouldn’t believe how people try using me every day
while offering me nothing.

I have no doubt that more than a few Ilk found their way to the Kickstarter by way of Twitter and Danger & Play, mostly because I initially went there via Twitter myself. But no matter how you got there, I’m very pleased to see how many of you have been willing to support the man who has become one of my closest social media allies.

It’s that combination of selflessness and enthusiasm that sets the Dread Ilk apart; I can’t tell you how many public figures, some of them names much better known than mine, ask me how I do it and why I have such phenomenal “followers”.

To which my response is always the same. I don’t do anything. The Dread Ilk do. I don’t have followers. I’m not a leader. I don’t lead anyone anywhere. I simply go and people decide to accompany me or not. One of the primary problems that those who consider themselves leaders have is that they delude themselves into thinking that they somehow control their supporters and followers. But they don’t, not even when they police them with fear and violence.

I never take anyone’s support for granted, not Mike’s and not yours. All of us are free and independent individuals. All of us have our own agendas, our own interests, and our own free will. And that is why I am so appreciative of the fact that many of you are willing to walk alongside me.

Except, of course, for the VFM. Them, we have to keep chained, leashed, and kenneled, lest they inadvertently lay waste to the countryside. I may be the Supreme Dark Lord, but I’m not irresponsible.


Strength isn’t resolution

Jerry Pournelle shares a fascinating, and inadvertently illuminating, tale about Arnold Schwarzenegger:

I first met him at an agency party (we had the same agent); he was then the strongest man in the world and that and Conan was all we knew about him. He was very pleasant, and by chance the next day he met my wife in Nieman Marcus — it was a pre-Christmas party, and she was shopping for a present for me, we just having made a big sale (may have been Hammer, it was that long ago). He spent half an hour helping her look.

I know other such stories, all true.

He ran for governor as a lark, and when he was elected he got a pretty damn good team together to draft some fundamental propositions and constitutional amendments. They were pretty damned good.

The campaign for governor didn’t get very bitter — most thought he was a joke and the pro’s didn’t bother spending any money smearing him.

But the long knives came out over those propositions. Nurses in uniform at rallies screaming curses at him although most of the health professionals I know thought his reforms were needed and good; but wow did the unions hate them. It was the same all over: organized labor in particular called him the Austrian Hitler. He hated it. It really hurt him — he has a thinner skin than you might imagine. It got uncomfortable at home, too, what with his wife being a Kennedy clanswoman.

So when his propositions failed, he said the hell with it. They want crony government and gemutlicheit they can have it. Never took the job seriously again.

I’m not excusing him; he took the job, and he didn’t resign when he lost interest in it. He spent the rest of his office years making nice with everybody. Sure he became a joke and knew it, but it was better than nurses in uniform screaming NAZI at him.

It’s interesting how many strong and ambitious men – and consider how driven Arnold Schwarzenegger was compared to the average man – nevertheless crumble in the face of concerted opposition. Remember, very few go into politics because they don’t care if anyone likes them or not; they go into politics, and they are good at it, because they crave adoration and adulation.

I suspect this is why the Left is so successful at blunting, even turning, the Right on so many occasions; they know if they shriek loudly enough, and they do it long enough, they can cause their target to give up and quit.

This is also why they are so spectacularly unsuccessful with influencing the Alt Right. We simply don’t give a quantum of a damn about being called evil stupid Nazi racist bastards. We don’t pay any attention to their shrieking; to the extent we listen to it at all, it is music to our ears.

No wonder the likes of Mike Cernovich and Milo and even Rabid Puppies confuse them so much. They genuinely believe that we care what they think, they seriously believe that we somehow, deep down inside, are seeking their approval. And there is no reason why they shouldn’t, because past experience with conservatives, neocons, moderates, and cuckservatives have taught them that we do.

And that is downright funny. Useful as well. I shall have to ponder how we might be able to make use of this false impression in the future.


Mailvox: an epiphany

A reader has a realization:

A long time ago, there was a comfortable Establishment, which ran the roost via handshakes and insider back-scratching. The Right People got the right rewards, and all was good for the  Establishment

Then a bold, brash newbie shows up, and, despite pissing off the establishment by being exceptionally politically incorrect, becomes more and more successful until the Establishment decides that Steps Must Be Taken, and the Newbie must be destroyed. They’re destroying the accepted procedure, and they don’t care. . .

The question: Who am I talking about: The Puppies. . . .or Donald Trump ??

I’ve realized it’s the SAME STORY, and the ‪#‎NoTrumpers are just the PuppyKickers in a different venue.  How is gaming the convention rules any different from E Pluribus Hugo?

This is why the Puppinette referred to me as “the Donald Trump of science fiction”, which is, of course, a grand compliment indeed. But in both cases, we are the change that the establishment does not want to see.


Ignoring the message

David Brooks promises newfound respect for the people whose message he is refusing to receive:

The question is: Should deference be paid to this victor? Should we bow down to the judgment of these voters?

Well, some respect is in order. Trump voters are a coalition of the dispossessed. They have suffered lost jobs, lost wages, lost dreams. The American system is not working for them, so naturally they are looking for something else.

Moreover, many in the media, especially me, did not understand how they would express their alienation. We expected Trump to fizzle because we were not socially intermingled with his supporters and did not listen carefully enough. For me, it’s a lesson that I have to change the way I do my job if I’m going to report accurately on this country….

Donald Trump is an affront to basic standards of honesty, virtue and citizenship. He pollutes the atmosphere in which our children are raised. He has already shredded the unspoken rules of political civility that make conversation possible. In his savage regime, public life is just a dog-eat-dog war of all against all.

As the founders would have understood, he is a threat to the long and glorious experiment of American self-government. He is precisely the kind of scapegoating, promise-making, fear-driving and deceiving demagogue they feared.

Trump’s supporters deserve respect. They are left out of this economy. But Trump himself? No, not Trump, not ever.

It’s amusing to Brooks declare, in the same column, that he is concerned about “a threat to the long and glorious experiment of American self-government” while wondering “should we bow down to the judgment of these voters” and ultimately concluding, no, he will not.

Brooks is an anti-democratic elitist who thinks, wrongly, that his opinion is still relevant. And, sooner or later, he will go the way of all those who set themselves in the path of a popular uprising against a corrupt and enervated elite.

Trump’s supporters don’t want David Brooks’s respect. They want his scalp.