I’ve been thinking about stories a lot lately.
No, that’s not normal precisely, because I haven’t been thinking of them as an author — one particular story, yes, having figured out how I’d broken and stopped it, but not all stories in general — but as someone who was raised mostly in stories.
You see, there is something broken there, something …. tarnished, from which I’ve learned to flinch like one does when a tooth hurts a little and almost without noticing, you start chewing on the other side and forget you have a tooth that isn’t normal, until it’s years later, and the other side of your mouth is visibly overdeveloped or the tooth that ached a little explodes in agonizing pain in the middle of the night.
And then there were things that happened recently: I was thinking of fairy tales, and remembered the painful experience of sort-of-watching Maleficent. (Sort of watching, because I was cooking or doing something, and Dan had it on TV) and a friend wrote to me to tell me how he’d read a story in a recent SF mag, and why did they hate humans, make everyone horrible, and then be gleeful about human extinction.
And that kind of hit the button for this post.
Look, Maleficent is a thing that young writers, at least those to whom the character appears as a fully formed, independent being from the beginning, fall prey to. In my very first book, I tried to understand the villain and make him so justified I eventually flipped the other way, and liked him better than the hero.
But the thing is the people who wrote that movie weren’t inexperienced, the characters weren’t theirs, and they were doing it as an exercise in being cool, or in their own language “Stunning brave”. And they couldn’t resist feminist canto interspersed in, and making every male character either despicable or an utter weakling.
Because the point is not to understand the villain. Particularly an ancient villain like that. The point is to make old, old stories, so old that they tell fundamental truths about human beings, fit their deranged present-day head canon.
There is stuff in those old old stories that scares them — it should, because most of what they do or want to do is the stuff the old fairy tales warned about, including unbridled cruelty — and they want to rewrite it.
The culture disagrees with their wishes, and therefore the culture must be ripped out and tarnished and destroyed.
I think it started with trying to be “cool” and “different.”
And here I might add a bit about how because they’re hiring mostly people who agree with them at all levels of the creative professions, and most of them are hiring for explicit leftism, which means believing in a set of dogmas that frankly don’t fit very well together, which means they’re hiring for lack of creativity and being a follower.
And also because it’s dangerous to be outright creative in professions taken over by the left, because if you’re creative you risk saying or doing something unapproved.
And so, the best way to be “creative” and “stunning brave” is to take something old and revered, and prove it was all a sham. The heroes are tarnished, the villains are the good guys, and we now know this because we’re so much smarter than our ancestors.
And they do this to everything, from history, to literature, to… everything. They distort and corrupt everything that they touch.
Which eventually leads them to hate humanity, because humanity itself refuses to fit their deranged ideas. And then they cheer for us to be extinct, because we don’t fit their head canon.
And the worst part? They’re not even rebelling against anything real.
Sure, the fairy tales had stark black and white distinctions, but in a lot of genre literature, the works they’re rebelling against — say, when they claim all of Heinlein are pure and brave male heroes without defect, defending females — is purely not true A lot of his books have admirable, brave females with self-agency, including the juveniles. In fact, the man had a penchant for seeing women in general as way better than we are, and thus most of the time his male heroes were in awe of them.
However, the idiots rebel by making everyone tarnished and equally evil. Which turns the stories into grey goo, which no sane person wants to read. Then, of course they hate us more.
Look, I’ve inheritted enough old silver to know tarnish corrodes.
It’s time to fight back. It’s time to ignore their pathetic attempts to be “cool” by destroying already imperiled thing and then demanding applause.
It’s time to throw up the scaffolds, and write good stories about heroes of all races and sexes. (Appropriation my ass. My race is human.) And it’s time to enforce the good. The good of our unique past history, the good of stories, the good of humanity.
Sure, alien space beavers might be better than humans. Don’t care. I’m human and I want humans to survive. Let the ASB look after their own cause.
On the count of three, let’s build:
1, 2, 3– GO!