Author Archive: Sarah Hoyt

IT’S TIME TO YELL BACK “NO. YOU’RE THE EXTREMIST”:  Ah, To Be Extreme Now That Spring Is Here.

Note I write this while buried in snow white global warming stuff.

FROM R D MEYER: Homecoming.

Earth. The mere name has had an almost talisman-like pull on the human race since we were driven from our homeworld over 6,000 years ago. Mankind’s ancestors ran from the genocidal threat engulfing them, fleeing like intergalactic refugees towards a new home that would allow us to flourish once again.

And flourish we did. From a ragtag group of just over 12,000 survivors, humanity has grown to create a proper empire of nearly 900 billion spanning two galaxies. But we never forgot our home, so we waited and we planned. Now the time was finally right to return to Earth and take back what we once had no choice but to abandon.

Although the military campaign, as well as the alien races between humanity and our birthplace, were the primary concern, they turned out to not be the only ones. You see, Earth itself, despite crawling with the vermin that nearly eradicated us, was far from free of surprises, both physical and historical. Unanticipated challenges waited for the people of the Terran Confederation, including notions that would shake the very foundations of what it meant to be human. Our legends had defined us, but could those legends withstand scrutiny? What if everything we’d come to believe about ourselves and our world had been carefully crafted to cocoon us for our own good?

A story meant to be about our return to Earth expands to cover our journey both across and within the realms of known space, from long lost colony worlds where mankind has morphed into something else, to the edges of an intergalactic war between implacable enemies…enemies that now had the incentive to turn their attention towards humanity…

MORE MONEY LAUNDERING VIA PUBLISHERS:  Dr. Fauci’s life celebrated in upcoming kids’ picture book.

Oh, Dr. Falsy do explain how you completely f*cked up the AIDS response, and then went for a twofer with Winny the Flu. You are so fascinating Dr. Fraudsy.  Why don’t you go directly to China and tell them how to manage public health crisis. We hear you have friends there. At a lab in Wuhan, in fact.

WHY NOT? PASTE EATING POLIS MADE OUR CONVENTION CENTER A SHELTER FOR HOMELESS:  Biden’s HHS turns San Diego’s famed Convention Center into shelter for “unaccompanied migrant children”.

These rank morons think that public assets means their assets, to dispose of anyway they please, because they are the government. (How come none of you has yet made a photoshop of Polis over the Louis XVI “l’Etat c’est Moi” portrait? Am I going to have to take the time to do it myself?)
Those of us who know history know that this doesn’t end well, but these morons think they have won.

BUT MOST OF ALL THE STUPID:  Lockdown Year: The Good, The Bad, The Very Ugly.

This whole thing is the stupid leading the stupid. None of these measures are useful. They’re all, however, completely insane.
Reagan was wrong. The scariest phrase in English is “We’re from the government and we’re here to derp, and you will obey us.”

SHE’S AT LEAST AS DEMENTED AS HE IS:  NY Times Maureen Dowd Thinks Joe Biden Is Cool.

Though if by “cool” she means in deep freeze somewhere and being played by a bumbling double, I’m willing to entertain it. I mean, I don’t think so. I think Zhou Bai-Den was never that smart and now is a potted plant, but what the heck, I’m not a part insider.

SURE, BECAUSE IF TRUMP DIDN’T EXIST BIDEN WOULDN’T BE IN POWER:  DHS Secretary Mayorkas Blames Trump For Biden’s Border Woes.

Hillary would be. And none of us would know about the border crisis. Because anyone leaking it would commit suicide with two shots to the back of the head.
See, it makes perfect sense, right?

IT WON’T WORK:  They Can’t Drag Us to the Past.

The left is a cargo cult at variance with reality. Those can exist only for limited times.  And I’m sick and tired of Doomers and Actchually people.

FROM KACEY EZELL:  Sundown (Murphy’s Lawless: Watch the Skies Book 1).

Taken from their planet and their century, they are…the Lost Soldiers.

It’s been six months since the daring raid that destroyed the makeshift transmitter which would have summoned the satraps’ vastly superior off-world allies. The Lost Soldiers followed up that victory by scratching out a permanent base on R’Bak and spearheading the further attacks of their indigenous allies throughout the region. But the continued support, cooperation, and—above all—trust of the space-dwelling SpinDogs will be required if the Lost Soldiers are to maintain and expand their area of operations.

The key to good relations with the SpinDogs is the baby Major Mara “Bruce” Lee is carrying. A child of both cultures, the infant would be a bridge linking the two societies. But that link is still uncertain. For an Earth-born woman like Mara, pregnancy on the spins is likely to end in a spontaneous late-stage abortion…unless she receives one of the planet’s near-miraculous drugs.

Unfortunately, that drug is no longer available. The satraps are grabbing it—along with R’Bak’s other medicinals—in anticipation of the arrival of the Kulsian “Harvesters” who covet the exotic compounds.

When Sergeant Elroy Frazier, Bruce’s crew chief and closest friend, hears that raiders may have some of the needed drug, he goes off on his own to track it down. For him, it’s a matter of life and death for a friend. But failure could also mean the end of the fragile alliance with the SpinDogs. And, in turn, the end of all the time-stranded soldiers known as Murphy’s Lawless.