I don’t have much for you on this wintery Sunday morning, other than to tack up a broadsheet with information on it. Since Facebook has deemed such information beneath its community standards — in the same manner that the Bolsheviks deemed both the White Guard and the Trotskyites beneath community standards — I feel compelled to record these things in an independent space. Because when the jelly beans are aligned, and a troll is revealed for who and what he actually is, I think it’s important to pay attention.
Long-time Mad Genius Club readers are familiar with Camestros — often dubbed Cameltoe, by those who’ve dickered with the man in the comments sections of various libertarian and conservative SF/F author blogs — mainly for his outsized ego, and a penchant for assuming he is several orders of magnitude more intelligent than not only the host(s) of the blogs he trolls, but also the comment participants to boot.
Put simply, Felapton is the proverbial pouting basement genius — because the universe is not sufficiently moved by his Brobdingnagian intellect.
Small wonder, then, that Camestros Felapton is actually Toby Meadows, a philosophy-slash-humanities PhD presently employed at the University of Queensland, Australia. Also, Toby Meadows is the spouse of Australian SF/F gadfly and left-wing political activist Foz Meadows.
Now, how or why a humanities professor at an Australian school decides to invent for himself an alter-ego — as a pseudonymous genre troll — is something of a mystery. I mean, he’s hardly the caliber of Benjanun “Requires Hate” Sriduangkaew. Suffice to say, both Toby and Foz are very much on the same wavelength in their attitudes and politics, and it’s a shame Toby didn’t feel confident enough to be a dick under his actual name. I mean, since when has any humanities professor ever been called on the carpet for being a dick to libertarians and conservatives? I am pretty sure the universities give you pay raises and promises of tenure, for that kind of activity. It’s a career booster.
But only if you don’t chicken out, maybe?
Other than that, I want to state — again — my belief that literary SF/F can and will outlast these cultural Marxists. They want the field to become a small, insulated playtoy; for Left-activist academics and their many hangers-on. But you can’t put the indie djinni back in the bottle. And the market always wins. Always. Much to the chagrin of taste-makers and policy-pushers, who stubbornly believe the purpose of entertainment is to “educate” the dirty, unwashed consumer. Versus, you know, giving the consumer a good time. (shakes head sadly at The Last Jedi’s 49% audience approval rating on Rotten Tomatoes.)
P.S: hey Cameltoby, Clark Kent’s first rule in denying he’s Superman — do not go on the front page of the Daily Planet, denying that you’re Superman.