A long time ago the late Steven Den Beste stopped posting on USS Clueless because he couldn’t take the stress anymore and anyway posting on anime was more fun. The Conservative political world lost a great thinker and his posts are still relevant. Anyway, he was posting about somebody commenting about one of his long dead posts and thinking that it should be changed on his anime blog here.
This showed up on my timeline recently.
Every cliquish group has to have a prat. You know what they are like. They are the ones who go to the extra effort to make sure everybody knows that he is aligned with the “right people” by constantly maligning and disparaging the “wrong people” In this case, the Puppy Kicker’s biggest prat is Damien Walter. Now there has been a lot of competition for Puppy Kicker biggest prat, but through and through Damien has come through in his columns in the Guardian. His latest is no exception.
I’ve been staying out of the Dragon Awards because I haven’t had the funds to buy new books this year and I didn’t want to nominate books that I had not read simply because I was fans or friend of the author. I am glad that Dave Weber, Dave Freer, Larry Corriea, Eric Flint, John Wright and other great people I’ve come to know were nominated. Over all the noms look solid. What makes the Dragon Awards different? Attitude!!! This is the attitude of the Dragon organizers.
Some times a piece comes in that is just mind boggling in it’s stupidity. Like this one.
At this rate, would-be space travelers will be able to choose their favorite tech company, find its richest guy and buy a ticket on his craft of choice. Why does everyone who achieves economic dominance over the planet immediately turn around and try to get off it?
The “boys and their toys” explanation is the obvious one – once you’ve bought all the cars and boats and planes you want, why not buy a rocket? (We don’t have a “girls and their toys” ethos yet because the cards are stacked against women getting to this level of obscene wealth, but I suspect a lot of us would want to buy rocketships, too.) Space is inherently cool, and even if it weren’t, space is inherently other – which matters a lot to the man who has everything terrestrial. By the same token, someone who already has a watch that cost hundreds of thousands of dollars can buy a watch that costs hundreds of thousands of dollars but comes from space.
Of course, uber-wealthy tech entrepreneurs aren’t just buying rockets for their personal amusement. They’re founding or investing in space travel – they want to get you off-planet, too. Well, not you-you, but someone like you with much, much, much more money.
And that’s where the vogue for billionaire space travel magnates gets a little weird –and maybe even sinister. It’s already very true that money expands your world; the person with the funds to have a car is less restricted in her movements than the person without one, and the person with a huge plane and the money to fly it is less restricted still.
I’m going to take it as a given that Laura Ingalls Wilder was never part of HER childhood. It’s just not a Brooklyn thing.The people in Brooklyn are the people who came after the pioneers built a comfortable environment after somebody else “built that.” At least Jess’s community is. She’s the child of people who live off the things that other people came before and built. For somebody like her it’s easy to say “you didn’t build that,” because her ancestors didn’t. They came over from Poland and Germany in the earliest part of the 20th century and settled in doing the same kinds of things that their ancestors did in the “old country.”
When the pioneer spirit has never been part of your culture I imagine that you have a hard time what drives people to look beyond the next hill. My family, way back, had to do that, at least twice. Once to cross the Atlantic in a ship that was just a bit smaller to a Massachusetts where the Native Americans and woods were still the prevalent part of the landscape. They helped to found the town of Roxbury, or I should say the little wooden hut village of Roxbury. About the only thing Mass. had going for it was that it was far away from the king. When things got rough in New England, members of the family pioneered again and moved to Ohio, where I imagine that things still weren’t a bed of roses, at least in the beginning.
That’s the way it’s going to be, at least in the beginning, in space. The first settlements, are going to be rough and crude, well at least relative to a Park Ave apartment or a Bel Aire Estate. The wealthy can already afford to separate themselves from most of the consequences of tyranny. The people who will pioneer space are going to be the people fed up with how the government is screwing things up. It’s government that creates the ecological disasters, unleashing the poisons on the unsuspecting populace. You only have look at the ruins of the Former Soviet Union to see that.
It also doesn’t look like the Billionaires are planning to leave any time soon. If they are planning to leave, it’s not going to be the toxic environment, but the toxic culture that they would be leaving. Jerry Pournelle used to write stories about that.
It’s always been intolerable toxic cultures that people leave, toxicity created by people like Ms. Zimmerman, who cannot see what they are doing. Always demanding that life arrange itself around them, rather than building better lives for themselves. That’s what people leave. When things get too toxic, the pioneering and the troublesome get going and build new places to live for themselves. Here’s a few posts I’ve done on how to do it. I’m working on more.
In the end it’s people who lack any degree of vision or tolerance that drag us back. People like Ms. Zimmerman can only selfishly see what they want and don’t really care how many bodies they have to walk over to get what they want. They are incapable of admitting reality or seeing beyond their own bloated self interest. They have no sense of art, culture or vision and go through life with only a crude appetite to drag everyone to their level and destroy everything they touch. That’s the great tragedy of the SJW.
Here’s some space station pics to keep it happy.
A friend posted this on Facebook recently.