It’s Late (Blast from the Past)
I’m tired, and I’m going to bed, so have a blast from the past which remains relevant – not least because I carefully failed to mention the culprits by name.
I would have loved to be able to rant about the stupidity of certain ideological literary types, the kind who think that disinviting someone from a guest of honor position because someone might get offended is perfectly acceptable, but sadly, my ability to produce a decent rant is horribly impaired by one simple problem.
These folks have plumbed depths of stupid so deep that to call them morons risks offending perfectly decent morons. If I called them flaming turds of stupid, that would be an insult to all the flaming turds out there – and let’s face it, flaming turds are capable of being useful.
I’d be willing to go with shrieking harpies, but I’d offend the actual harpies – the spirits that carried the souls of evildoers to their ultimate destination, not the questionable beings of purportedly female-ish gender who try to imitate them – and frankly, nobody with any sense wants to do that.
For those who are wondering just why it’s so incredibly idiotic (sorry, idiots) to disinvite a convention guest of honor without clear evidence of wrongdoing committed after the invitation was made public, well, aside from trying to follow said convention runners down the wormhole of brainlessness (sorry, everyone who lacks a functioning brain – you all never actually did anything wrong), you’re missing a very important point.
Once a convention announces a guest of honor, the convention organizers are saying “We have investigated this person and have decided that he (or she or pronoun of choice) is both worthy of the honor and will bring paying guests to our convention.” At minimum, rescinding the invitation is admitting to not doing one’s homework on a good guest of honor for the con. When it’s handled as incompetently as the latest exercise in what not to do was, it says that the people running the con would have trouble pouring piss from a boot if the instructions were written on the heel.
In short, the specimen (okay, yes, I’m insulting specimens) who did this has announced to anyone who cares to pay attention that he is so utterly and irredeemably incompetent that he should not be permitted to run his mouth, much less a convention. If he’d been competent, he would have either recognized that the guest in question was not a good fit for the convention (highly unlikely in this particular case, but not out of the question. For example, I can’t see anyone inviting say John Norman to be a Wiscon guest of honor unless they’re completely insane as well as stupid) or possessed enough backbone to stand up for the convention’s choices.
By trying to disappear evidence that the invitation happened, the convention committee moves into the realms of the various secret polices beloved by dictatorial regimes everywhere. Of course, they forget that the Intertubes are forever and there’s postings of screenshots all over said tubes to counter the removal of Facebook threads and the like. Trying to play Nacht und Nebel with the evidence just makes it look worse (of course, I suspect some of the folks involved think that an old-fashioned Red show trial would be just the thing – although I’d guarantee they’re also utterly convinced they wouldn’t be on the wrong side of said show trial, which again proves their complete lack of cogitative capability. Every dictatorial regime ends up turning on the loyal. The only thing in question is how long it takes).
So, congratulations. I’d say this… person has managed this year’s epic idiocy award except that Einstein was right. Stupidity really is the only thing in existence that has no limits.