Author Archive: Sarah Hoyt

LOOK, HE’S JUST A LITTLE OLDER THAN MY KIDS BUT SAME GENERATION:  Speculation that J.D. Vance “maintains a Twitter alt, that he is in fact an anon poaster”.

I’d be shocked if he doesn’t have two or three anon handles, plus a gaming group he relaxes with on Tuesday evenings and where he’s known as HotSoup or something and none of the people he games with and who are as close to him as family have any idea he’s the VP of the USA.  I’d be really shocked if this weren’t true. It’s how their generation lives.

UNFORTUNATELY NO WOMAN REMAINS ALIVE:  The Living Are Home.

Unless, of course, Hamass are lying about their being dead and keeping them as sex slaves. I wouldn’t put it past those rumps of swine.

THE STORY OF COLONIZATION IS THE STORY OF HUMANITY:  Redeeming Columbus Day.

We’re all descended from colonizers and colonized.  The nature of life is to colonize and strive. Anyone objecting to that should move to the moon. There’s no life there. Oh, wait. Then they’d be colonists. Oh, noes.

FROM CELIA HAYES:  The Hills of Gold (The Kettering Family Chronicles Book 2)

The Hills of Gold (The Kettering Family Chronicles Book 2)
It was just a simple plan; to build a water-powered sawmill on the banks of a river, a river which ran through a tranquil and almost empty paradise. That was California in 1848; once a Spanish colony on the far side of the continent, on the edge of the wide Pacific Ocean – thousands of miles from anywhere significant.
Nine year old Jon Kettering came along with his father and his adopted older brother Henry to help with the work. And one morning, the boss of construction found some bright gold pebbles in the millrace. That chance finding meant the shattering of one world, and the beginning of another, as the world rushed in, mad for gold, at any cost.
The tumultuous first year of the California gold rush, the old wild west observed through the wide eyes of a boy; this is the second in the continuing saga of the Kettering family, the sequel to West Towards the Sunset.

HAVE A ROUSING CLANKER SONG FOR YOUR SUNDAY MORNING: Strains of Earth!