Anti-Vaccine Quackery – as Dangerous and Stupid as You Might Imagine


277I have written about anti-vaccine nutjobs in the past. The amount of stupid present in Jim Carrey, the screeching bimbo Jenny McCarthy, and crazed parents who purposely try to infect their kids with totally preventable diseases (and really should be tossed into a tub of chicken pox and hot tar) is unreal.

This particular self-absorbed, arrogant nutjob really takes the cake. This Heather Dexter creature – a “naturopath” and sadist – needs not only to be kicked in the twat, but relieved of her parental duties! And if you know me, you understand how bad the situation has to be in order for me to actually advocate such a thing!

In her article, this self-important, stubborn, supercilious twat, describes her ordeal… HER ORDEAL – NOT HER KIDS’, HERS – during several months of watching her children suffer through whooping cough! The science blog Respectful Insolence takes Dexter to task for the suffering she inflicted upon her three children – for her own sake, for her own beliefs, for her own ego – because giving them a vaccine or a course of antibiotics to ease their agony would have meant admitting that her career field is a dangerous sham!

My 3 year old son, Lucien, began coughing. Yes…it happened to be the same exact cough that Madilyn had started with nearly three weeks ago. At this point, Madilyn’s cough was beginning to scare me. She would wake in the middle of the night, multiple times a night, coughing so hard that she would puke over the side of her loft bed. Her normally rosy cheeks would drain pale until she was able to gasp for air. It was at this point that I realized this was no ORDINARY cold. I was in need of a second opinion… some non-parental help.


During the night, Lucien would cough until he barfed up mucus, proceeded by crying and screaming fits. He was genuinely terrified each and every time he woke from sleep without breath. At this point in time my husband, and I were now waking every 30-90 minutes through the night to clean up after or console one of two coughing, puking, screaming children.


By mid-January, Madilyn was doing great. Lucien was turning the corner, for the better. He was now only coughing moderately throughout the day and waking only a couple times a night. But Emilia’s breathing had now reached the scary point. She was now coughing until she puked, making her normally rosy cheeks drain to pale. This was followed by crying, which would cause the process to repeat itself until often times she would just fall asleep due to pure exhaustion.

It took a good 120-150 days from the start of the coughing for each of them to eliminate the bronchial damage and lung weakness caused by the bacterial infection, Pertussis. We spent hundreds of dollars on natural health products and consultations with various Naturopathic Professionals. It was a living HELL. Every day. It had an intense effect on my marriage and relationship with my husband. It caused me to question everything I knew about Natural Health.

Notice, how Dexter tries to sound all heroic. “It was living HELL,” she claims. For whom, you insolent cunt? Oh, you couldn’t sleep? Oh, you spent hundreds of dollars on “remedies” that had no hope of curing your children’s torment? Oh, you paid other idiots, whose career fields are just as pointless as yours, to provide moral backing for your cruelty to your own kids?

Even this idiot’s husband and father both advised her to take her kids to the hospital!

You know what her reaction was? She felt betrayed. She. Felt. Betrayed. She didn’t even care enough about her children to put her own ego aside for a mere moment. She allowed them to suffer for more than 150 days. She watched them choke on their own mucus, vomit, and struggle for breath, and she did nothing. Nothing.

Please, for the love of all that’s good, read the entire story in the link I posted above. It was written by a surgeon named David Gorski, and he takes this horrible, narcissistic shrew to task for the suffering she has inflicted on innocent kids!

THIS graduated from Stanford and Oxford


Be afraid. Be very afraid.

Chelsea Clinton has some thoughts on a potential Kanye West presidential run, namely that it could be “awesome.”

Such eloquence from someone who earned $600,000 per year working for a major news network and graduated from prestigious universities!

In an interview with MTV News, Clinton, 35, spoke about West’s probably joke that he was considering running for president in 2020: “Who runs for office is really important,” Clinton said. “And even if [West] just saying that helps spark a little boy or a little girl who was watching the VMAs to think, ‘Oh wow, maybe I should do that,’ that’s awesome.”

If “who runs for office is really important,” says the vapid blonde with the lexicon of an untrained parrot, why would any kid be inspired by a narcissistic art school dropout who suffers from delusions of grandeur and pukes forth such pearls of wisdom as:

Taylor Swift beat Beyoncé at the Grammys? Beyoncé be dancing in heels and shit. (Because in the end, that’s what music is all about, right?)

The Bible had 20, 30, 40, 50 characters in it. You don’t think that I would be one of the characters of today’s modern Bible? (Yeah, you’d be one of the plagues – probably a boil)

[AIDS is] a man-made disease. [It was] placed in Africa just like crack was placed in the black community to break up the Black Panthers. (So if AIDS has been traced back to African monkeys, and it’s sexually transmitted, someone in Africa has been very naughty!)

I just zoned on how ill it is to really fall in love… Pimpin’ is whatev… Love is that shit! (That shit you take after a night of low-grade burritos and cheap beer?)

Sometimes people write novels and they just be so wordy and so self-absorbed. I am not a fan of books. I would never want a book’s autograph. I am a proud nonreader of books. (No, we really couldn’t tell!)

And this is what Chelsea Clinton believes should inspire young people to seek the country’s highest office?

Chelsea, who, to her credit, has not once claimed to be a psychic…

Well, gosh! It’s the little achievements in life!

answered, “You’d have to ask him” when asked if she actually thought Kanye would run. The Stanford and Oxford grad also said, “I think it depends on who he’d be running against” when asked if she’d support the rapper. The subtext being that should Hillary Clinton win in 2016, Kanye West would be running against her.

Anyone with two brain cells to rub together would simply say, “There’s no way I would ever support that barely literate buffoon for any public office, including dog catcher.” But Chelsea either is missing some grey matter, or is vying for the next position of top diplomat at the State Department.

Sometimes one can’t *headdesk* hard enough!


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OK, either the New York Times is smoking a big, fat blunt, or Donald Trump is.

Those of you who have been around for a while know I have zero love for Trump. I’m not going to rehash his moronic condemnation of John McCain’s time as a POW, his lack of sense on national security issues, his puerile whining about reporters not liking him, and his economic douchebaggery…

Wait! No, I’m going to say something about his economic douchebaggery, because if you have Paul Krugman praising you on economic issues (his willingness to raise taxes on the rich, his positive words about universal health care), that pretty much confirms your status as a douchebag.

Moving on…

A recent New York Times piece quotes Trump as saying, “his experience at the New York Military Academy, an expensive prep school where his parents had sent him to correct poor behavior, gave him ‘more training militarily than a lot of the guys that go into the military.'”


Donald J. Trump, who received draft deferments through much of the Vietnam War, told the author of a forthcoming biography that he nevertheless “always felt that I was in the military” because of his education at a military-themed boarding school.

I don’t even…

A trust fund brat with disciplinary problems, who got sent to an expensive military academy for being a dick by his rich mommy and daddy compares his experience there with actual military service?

Somebody please make the bad man stop!

An expensive college prep school founded in 1889 with top-level athletic teams and an exceptional leadership program that challenges “cadets to be good citizens” is the same as military service in FerretHead’s mind?

Apparently the poor punkins had to wake up at 0600 and… you know… have a formation and stuff!

Goodness! They have rifle marksmanship, and uniforms, and stuff, and they use the 24 hour clock, so it’s almost like being in the military, right?

Poor little Trump. His heel spurs apparently kept him from military service, or else he’d have been right in there, fighting alongside the great unwashed who couldn’t get a deferment! And as Jonn points out, “…those bone spurs didn’t seem to hinder his sports career; Trump was a member of the varsity football team in 1962, the varsity soccer team in 1963, and the varsity baseball team from 1962-1964. He was also the Cadet Captain-S4 (Cadet Battalion Logistics Officer) and lead his school in the Memorial Day parade down Fifth Avenue in 1964.”

And this…

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…is almost certainly the same as this:

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And playing football, soccer, and baseball at a prestigious military academy that currently costs more than $37,000 per year is nearly the same as getting shot by the enemy, getting your legs blown off by an IED, or coming home in a box!

Proving once again that he is a narcissistic, spoiled, blowhard BITCH, Trump blows right by turnip and goes full rutabaga!

I’m horrified to think how many drooling tards out there want that as our president!

Survey says…


Smells like… Pedo Bear



I don’t have a Reddit account, and I don’t want one, so I don’t plan on engaging you all there.

I am a female. I don’t have anyone’s balls in a jar or anywhere else. My husband would probably curb stomp you for the suggestion.

I support the rights of trans people, gay people, straight people, whatever. I have defended their rights, including the right to marry and live their lives peacefully, numerous times on this blog.

This blog entry is about a pedophile, who just happens to be transgendered. That’s not the crux of the story. This is obviously a very twisted person who finds pre-pubescent children sexually appealing. Wants. To. Have. Sex. With. CHILDREN. If you cannot understand why this is evil, horrible, and sick and equate this with some kind of weird, perceived “hatred” I have for trans people, you’re not just reading comprehension-deficient, you’re definitely climbing up the wrong fucking tree.

If you fail to condemn a person who publicly admits to having sex fantasies with children, and worse yet, try to make excuses for said person, claiming that their terrible, difficult life is somehow an excuse for this hideousness, I can’t fucking help you.

Carry on.


Sometimes you cruise the Interwebz, and you run across stuff that makes you want to immediately take a shower in boiling Listerine. If you know anything about me at all, you know that my hatred for child molesters and sex offenders writ large is burning. Thousand flaming ovens burning. Thousand nuclear explosions burning. Thousand suns burning.

My disdain for those who make excuses for these pernicious shitslurpers rivals that of the actual pedophile. Enter this Phil Sandifer creature that (if that is its real photo) looks sort of like the thankfully expired Anwar al Awlaki mated with Pajama Boy.

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This megadouche shocked me earlier with his claim that anyone who thought communism was oppressive should be essentially killed.

To which I would reply that anyone who says communism is the most oppressive form of government has ACTUALLY FUCKING LIVED IT! But I don’t do too much Tweeting. It’s irritating, takes up a lot of time, and attracts all sorts of wankery in response that’s too stupid to waste time addressing.

I won’t go into the origins of what has made me physically sick today. You can read some background here. And here. You can also watch the video of the research done here.

Take some strong anti-nausea medicine before you do, though, because it contains chat logs from Sarah Nyberg. Yeah, I didn’t know who she was either, so I had to do some research, but apparently she’s a trans woman who is a pedophile. Well, apparently Phildo doesn’t think it’s a huge big deal, because modern childhood is really a Victorian invention anyway.

And frankly, these twisted, sick tendencies are mitigated by the fact that poor Sarah is a trans person, Phildo says, because… well, you’re too simple to understand the complexities, you puritannical nitwit!

And while Sarah Nyberg plays the martyr on Twitter, claiming those who support her are being threatened and harrassed, and that there’s a systematic “abuse campaign” going on against her, Phildo proudly stands with her and tells her he will support her anyway! Good lord!

Because screen capturing one’s own words apparently qualifies as an “abuse campaign,” to these shitgits.

I don’t know if Sarah Nyberg actually acted on these feelings. I would hope not. The thought of her finding an 8-year-old child sexually appealing is disturbing on every level possible. Sorry, I don’t say this as a puritan or as someone unaware of history. I say this as a parent. An innocent 8-year-old child should be NO ONE’S sex fantasy! It’s a base, repugnant thing to even consider twisting and destroying innocence in such a manner! And if she – dog forbid – acts on it…

…that would be a crime not just according to modern jurisprudence and moral standards, but a sick, demented cruelty – the theft of childhood, an exploitation and sullying of purity. And if Sarah Nyberg is having these urges, she really needs to seek help at once.

Nothing can justify these twisted urges. Nothing. But Phildo certainly tries. Why? I can’t even begin to fathom. Judging from his Tweet, he apparently will defend his ideological allies, no matter what, because some people have this urge to normalize sick behavior (note the little history lesson Phildo tweets about the notion of childhood) in those who they claim are victims of society. Sarah Nyberg is a trans person. Sarah Nyberg has obviously been victimized by those evil, cis, hetero, white, privileged penis bearers. Therefore Sarah Nyberg must be ardently defended (Well, she was abused! That’s why she’s having those urges! Don’t you get it?) despite some very abnormal urges she admits to having. Phildo probably thought Stalin was a swell guy too.

For the record, I know quite a few trans and gender queer folks, whose reaction to Sarah Nyberg’s publicly professed urges would be to toss her ass into a woodchipper and fertilize their lawns with the leavings to ensure she never stepped within 500 yards of a child!

But no… Phildo would rather be sodomized with a rabid hedgehog than condemn Sarah’s urges as unequivocally wrong and in need of serious psychiatric attention. He’d rather defend the indefensible, because… OPPRESSION!

This, beyond everything else, I find most inexcusable!

For those of you who follow the Hugos and the Sad Puppies controversy… (WITH ADDED LINKS)


I point you to this.  I haven’t seen a better write-up of SJW scummery or a more rational, logical discussion of why this year’s Hugo awards were an embarrassment and a black mark on science fiction writ large.

In the past, I have written extensively about the degree to which the Social Justice Left, rather like a schoolyard bully, began its fanatical crusade by targeting art forms and subcultures most often enjoyed by nerds, seeing them as a low status, easy target. If nerds are the “sad puppies,” then the Left saw them as proverbial Chihuahuas. Unfortunately, as the rise of the actual Sad Puppies and the year-long counter-crusade known as #Gamergate shows, these “puppies” are more like abused Dobermans that have been backed into a corner, and who are now mauling their tormentors. The Left’s #WaronNerds was supposed to be a blitzkrieg. It has become an overwhelming rout for those who instigated it.

However, perhaps due to war weariness or simple desire to avoid politics, many members of the gaming or Sci-Fi communities have tried to adopt a “why can’t we all just get along?” approach. They’ve tried to argue that the best solution is for their communities to have room for both social justice warriors and old school nerd traditionalists.

The Hugo Awards have shown us that this is impossible. The Social Justice Left will not be satisfied unless it has complete control over the spaces it infiltrates. If it cannot control a space, it will burn it down and salt the earth. If they could, they would probably torch every script of Shakespeare’s The Taming of the Shrew for being anti-feminist, every score of Mozart’s The Magic Flute for its unflattering depiction of its one mulatto character, every print of Apelles’ Venus Anadyomene for catering to the male gaze, and every other work that portrays, or was written by, someone with objectionable politics. This book burning bonfire of the vacuous would be large enough to be seen from space, if the satellites weren’t taken down for being too phallic.

For the record, this is repellent.

For the record, I find that actively sabotaging great authors and editors and cheering their loss to a “NO AWARD” vote, because they happen to be exercising WrongThink or are supported by WrongFans is repellent.

For the record, I find that the fact that these bleating, pathetic mediocrities would rather actively facilitate a loss than see someone with whom they do not agree politically win an award, is beyond repellent.

They wield their social justice like a club with which they pummel anyone whom they consider guilty of WrongThink. But it’s not enough to oppose them. They must destroy them. And screw it, if the fans don’t like it! The RightFans will understand why it’s important to destroy any vestige of thought with which they disagree. Screw the rest of them.

And you know what? They’ve succeeded in //“>muzzling at least one sensitive, beautiful, feminine voice.

I can never again go to a ‘literary’ con and feel safe. These are the people who have spent months dragging people I know and respect through the mud, and my name with them. Calling me a token woman, and the other women who were on the ballot with me. Because we didn’t fit their narrative. I have no power, they have it all, and they revel in it. They have no qualms about punching down, making sure unwanted fans don’t get their noses into the establishment.

Today, they dance and celebrate, because they won. They won by voting no award as a bloc, while accusing the Sad Puppies of having done so.


Now? I’d be afraid to go to WorldCon. They have shown how they feel, and they will treat any threats to their position with… theft, suppression of free speech, mockery, and more. There are people who will never again be able to publish traditionally because of this. And not everyone has the options to be an independent, to have the freedom I so cherish.

And while the SJW scum dance about defeating those old, white men of science fiction, what they have defeated is a much more diverse, exciting, brilliant slate of authors and other literary professionals than they could ever possibly imagine! Certainly much more diverse than what actually took home an award this year!

Congrats, SJWs. You’ve certainly alienated this fan. I can promise you that not one more penny of my earnings will go to anything with which that smarmy fuck David Gerrold is involved. Not another penny to Tor publishing, whose employees seem to make regular sport of dragging those with whose politics they disagree (yes, Patrick Nielsen Hayden, you! Yes, Irene Gallo, you!). Not another penny to George R.R. Martin. And by the way, P-rick, you’re lucky John C. Wright’s wife is as kind as she is. I would have punched you in your smarmy fucking face had you gone off on me the way you did after I had approached you with an olive branch.

I told myself I would just point to the original article and be done with it. But apparently, I needed to get this off my chest. I’m repulsed by everything the social justice warriors stand for.

They are attempting to destroy art, literature, journalism, and performance and remake it into what THEY approve of, not what is beautiful, sensual, interesting, or innovative. They treasure the political message over what traditionally has made art and literature great. They attempt to destroy anything with which they don’t agree, anything that offends their tender sensibilities, and anything that’s created by those whom they revile.

They don’t care about art. They care about destroying the artist.

They don’t care about literature. They care about muzzling the author.

Screw them.

Just thought I’d also point you to some wonderful writers and people I consider friends and their takes on what I consider to be a debacle in the sci-fi world.

From Larry Correia, who started this Sad Puppy movement: Sad Puppies 3: Looking at the Results. You all really need to read this one, because you will understand fully and completely just how much fuckery was involved in this year’s Hugo Awards.

From the incredible Sarah A. Hoyt: Burning Down the Field in Order to Save It.

From freelance editor Matthew Bowman: The Hugos, Now With No Mask to Hide Behind.

From author Tom Knighton: My Thoughts on the Hugo Awards and From Me to Patrick Nielsen Hayden.

Author John C. Wright on P-rick’s unprofessional and downright disgusting behavior.

Mike Williamson: No Award.

Laughing Wolf has one up on Blackfive: The 2015 Hugo Awards: Some Thoughts.

There are more, and if I find worthy ones, I’ll post them here.

Dear Alanna – Find a Smarter Friend


Julie Borowski of Libertarian Republic reports on an entitled princess from Oberlin, OH who went on an obscenity-laced rant about not getting the job after she showed up to an interview wearing, among other things, a T-shirt and heavy make-up. Elizabeth Bentivegna obviously has an over-inflated sense of her own intelligence and worth, as she screeched, “Fuck you, OnShift. You clearly are too stupid to realize who (sic.) you just turned down.” on her Facebook page.

Anyone who shows up to an interview looking like this and then publicly berates the company for noticing that she looks unprofessional can’t possibly be as smart as she claims she is.


Cute girl, right? But cute =\= professional. Cute =\= someone I would hire. Cute to go to a club =\= appropriate for work.

I can’t say more than what Julie already said in her article.

How you present yourself matters. It says a lot about you. That might require investing in an outfit a step above Charlotte Russe and Forever 21 to get the job you want. This isn’t patriarchal oppression. If a dude showed up wearing something “mildly sexual” for a job interview, he’d probably be escorted from the building. It just isn’t the time or place for all that.

And since this girl thinks that showing up for an interview looking “mildly sexual” is somehow appropriate, I have to wonder about her common sense.

Her friend Alanna posted the entire rant on her Twitter feed. I can’t tell from her comment what her actual reaction was to her friend’s little hissy fit, and whether or not she thought it was appropriate. Maybe she just posted it as a point of information.

Well, Alanna – it’s not just about the make up. As a hiring authority, let me tell you several things. Take them to heart.

If you show up to an interview wearing a “little booby” black T-shirt, I will wonder about your sense of propriety and your common sense. You want to present your best to your prospective employer. That means dressing professionally, regardless of what you think the standard office couture is.

Do not, show up to the interview wearing heavy make-up. It’s a distraction. I want to know about your knowledge, skills, and abilities. If you look like a circus clown in my office, there’s little else to which I’ll be paying attention.

Do not show up in my office with an entitlement attitude! No, I’m not obligated to give you a job. No, I don’t exist to pay you a salary. No, it is not my job to see your greatness. It’s your job to prove it to me! Don’t like that? Too bad.

And yes, had you been a man, it would have mattered what you were wearing. It’s not about your plumbing. It’s about your ability to determine proper attire to make the best impression in an interview. A few months ago, we had a guy show up for an interview wearing wrinkled slacks, a pink polo, a grey jacket and some loafers. Guess what! He didn’t get the job. The first words out of my mouth after he departed when my director and I sat down to discuss his qualifications were, “He couldn’t be bothered with a button down shirt and tie for an interview? No. Just no.”

What people wear to the office doesn’t matter. You. Don’t. Have. The. Job. Yet. So make the best impression you can, including being on time and not looking like you’re going to a dance party.

No one is saying you need to buy an expensive suit. But do invest a few bucks in something conservative and make that your interview outfit. No one gives a crap how original you think your outfit is.

After the interview, take the time to send a note to your interviewer thanking him or her for taking the time to sit down with you, and also do a short review of your qualifications and why you want to work there.

Appearances matter. Your attitude matters. Your ability to convey your intelligence, thoughtfulness, class, and expertise all matter. Class matters.

If I spend more time wondering what size paint brush you used to pile on your clown make-up than I do listening to your answers to my questions, you’re doing it wrong.

If your tits are falling out of your t-shirt (T-SHIRT… who the hell wears a T-SHIRT to a goddamn job interview?? Have you lost your fucking mind???), it says a lot about your taste, your sense of propriety, and your common sense.

Oh, and I realize you and your millennial pals just love to put your entire lives out there on social media, but really… I would advise against it. It’s not just the company that rejected you that will be reading that once it hits the Internet as it did a few days ago. Every company looking for a hire in your field that sees this will think twice, if they have any common sense at all. This is your social media footprint, princess. Congrats. You’ve shown yourself to be a petty, vindictive, immature little shrew.

Social media is not private. Your rants – even if you’re just venting your frustration on what you think is a private account – will be out there for the world to see. In this case, your friend Tweeted out your stupid to the world, and a number of news outlets picked up the story.

And yes, everything you do and how you look is used to judge you. It’s not about your vagina. We judge males by the same standards. It’s about the fact that you are in a competitive market vying for work against a lot of incredibly bright, competent people. You are not special, snowflake, and that’s why you need to wow me with your competence, not your lack of ability to dress appropriately.

Given your poor judgment, any company would be crazy to touch you with a 10-foot pole. I certainly wouldn’t hire you based on what I’ve read.

The Internet is forever.

Amen, Sista!


I haven’t been involved in the Sad Puppy “controversy” manufactured – maybe too strong a word – but certainly promoted by the shrill, shrieking shrew K. Tempest Bradford of “The Social Justice Warrior Racist Reading Challenge”. If you haven’t 40558488@N00_rread this bit of pompous spew, do yourself a favor, and don’t – unless, of course, you like having your blood pressure rise so quickly and so high, that your brain explodes out of your eyeballs. The bottom line of this porcine twunt is: stop reading literature written by straight, white males. You’ll be better off. (translation: Talent and writing ability don’t matter. Choose your reading list based on the plumbing, color, sexual orientation, and gender identity of the author, because RACISM… or something.)

Given how many of my friends are authors, I figure this manufactured “controversy” deserves at least a mention here.

The Sad Puppy campaign, according to one of its creators author Larry Correia, “was a campaign to get talented, worthy, deserving authors who would normally never have a chance nominated for the supposedly prestigious Hugo awards.”

I started this campaign a few years ago because I believed that the awards were politically biased, and dominated by a few insider cliques. Authors who didn’t belong to these groups or failed to appease them politically were shunned. When I said this in public, I was called a liar, and told that the Hugos represented all of fandom and that the awards were strictly about quality. I said that if authors with “unapproved” politics were to get nominations, the quality of the work would be irrelevant, and the insider cliques would do everything in their power to sabotage that person. Again, I was called a liar, so I set out to prove my point.

Notice the campaign wasn’t meant to get straight, white males nominations for the awards. It was to get TALENTED, WORTHY, DESERVING AUTHORS recognition. The background to all this is in the link I provided above, so if you want to read it, that’s a great place to start – from the keyboard of the talented, worthy, deserving author who started the campaign.

And guess what! It was a resounding success! Authors supported by the Sad Puppies got a ton of nominations in an arena that for a long time has been dominated by exclusionary social justice warrior types, who are now spitting, crying, and wringing their collective hankies that talented authors that weren’t approved by their clique have gotten nods. Because dog forbid the nominations include anyone other than their approved pet victims!

Tempest over there went on an obscenity-laced Facebook tirade about it. Not that I mind obscenity. Please. I revel in it… if it’s creative and appropriate. Unfortunately it was neither in her case – surprising, considering that she’s supposedly a writer or something. Witness the lack of originality, and revel in the teeth gnashing!

Here’s a thing: I need people to stop responding to this Sad Puppies/Hugo thing with “well, if you want to change things, you should have voted.”

First: Fuck you.

Second: Has your ass been paying attention to the conversations in this community for the past 5, 10, 20, 30 years on this topic? because, if you haven’t, I invite you to shut your damn mouth.

You see, if you had been paying attention you’d know that lots of people do and did nominate. And in the past few years more and more people who care about diversity in SFF have been making an effort to join the WorldCon voting ranks.

THIS IS WHY SAD PUPPIES EXISTS. Not because some people just happened to decide, but because the mostly white mostly male contingent of whiny assholes saw that there was a shift happening toward a more diverse Hugo slate and away from their ilk and decided to work against it. And bring in people fro outside of the community to help them.

If you don’t fucking know this then you should keep your opinions in your head.

Third: If you can’t or don’t attend WorldCon, the only way to vote is to become a supporting member. That costs $50. Does everyone have $50 to spend on this? No, no they don’t. As I said, in the past few years there has been an upsurge in people willing to do so because they feel it’s important. But again, the mostly white mostly men who are involved in Sad Puppies and the mostly white, mostly men brought in from gamer gate have money to spare (this is often a result of said whiteness and maleness). For them $50 is no big deal. For others it is not.

So fucking cut it out acting like “Oh, you can just vote”. It’s not that simple.

This is a class issue, a race issue, a gender issue. In other words, it’s intersectional. And I know some of you have a hard time with that concept. I don’t care. You’ve had plenty of time to figure it out. I’m real tired of your inability to understand these things,

Speaking of “whiny assholes…”

I won’t bother fisking this cunt nugget’s dull-witted rant, but Sarah Hoyt did a fantastic job doing just that, so I would urge you to read it. And she does it without all the creative invective I would have used.

Here’s the thing, boys and girls. Tempest and other teeth gnashers lie. They refuse to acknowledge that the Sad Puppy slate this year included women and minorities, as well as white males. They refuse to acknowledge that the Hugos and any other awards aren’t a bloody affirmative action program, and they shouldn’t be. And when whiny social justice warriors drool about the unfairness of using objective criteria rather than just handing an award to a black-pansexual-illegal-alien-transgendered-paraplegic because they happen to be a black-pansexual-illegal-alien-transgendered-paraplegic and not because they’re a talented writer, you have to wonder about their ability to reason and comprehend.

Stuff it, SJWs. You lost. Deal with it.

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