The English writer Sudo Nonym, a regular over at Free Speech Backlash, sent yours portly a treasure-trove of fiction stories for readers here to enjoy. Many of these stories have already run at FSB, but Tom, the proprietor over there, is cool about cross-posting and republishing, and I’m never one to say no to intriguing content—especially when someone else has done 90% of the work for me!
Also, he has two eBooks on Amazon (that’s an Amazon Affiliate link; I receive a portion of any purchases made through that link at no additional cost to you—TPP)!
But I digress. Today’s story is the third chapter of a longer piece, The Man from Historical Accuracy. The premise is simple: a bureaucratic agency, Historical Accuracy, tweaks history to keep things trucking along as they should.
If you’ve missed previous chapters, you can find them here:
Just a heads-up: this review contains a lot of Amazon Affiliate links. I receive a portion of any purchases made through these links, at no additional cost to you. —TPP
Good ol’ Ponty sent over an unexpected treat: this excellent review of the early 2000s hit television series 24—at least, it’s his review of the first three seasons, along with his initial impressions of the fourth.
I remember when this show debuted. It was the perfect show for the War on Terror, back when that conflict still enjoyed some popular support among the American people. It was quintessentially Bush-era American: a brave lone warrior, coupled with a good counter-terrorism team, found the terrorists, while also resorting to (and often being the victim of) “enhanced interrogation techniques.” It was a time when we wanted terrorists, both on-screen and in real life, to get roughed up indiscriminately, “human rights” be damned!
24 delivered. I hadn’t thought of the show much since those halcyon—and, it turns out, dying—days of cable television until Ponty sent along this review. So come bask with us in those pre-Great Recession days, when it seemed like maybe we could actually install functioning, Western-style democracies in the Middle East.
With that, here is Ponty’s review of the television series 24:
Guest contributor Sudo Nonym has shared his novella The Man from Historical Accuracy with yours portly to publish for readers of this humble blog. With three chapters published here so far (and more to come), it seemed like a good time to feature them for Lazy Sunday.
If you haven’t read any of the story so far, now’s a great opportunity to catch up!
The formation of England’s new Restore Party under the auspices of Rupert Lowe has electrified the Right worldwide. Naturally, the party is already polling well in England—three years away from the next expected parliamentary elections.
One Lowe’s major points is that foreign migrants who are unable to speak English—remember, this language is named for England and the English people, the descendants of the Angles—must leave England.
If it sounds extreme, it’s because we’ve been conditioned to believe that citizenship and the concept of the nation are abstract ideals with some vague, dotted-line borders attached. There’s also this belief that, if we just get people onto our magic dirt—which, despite allegedly possessing magical properties, is simultaneously not special enough to protect with hard borders—they will shed their benighted ways and become good center-Left classical liberals with six-figure salaries running socially beneficial non-profits.
Because of such magical thinking, people will either a.) learn English or b.) not learn English; either way, everything will be fine. Besides, expecting immigrants to learn the language of the native people is racist, probably. We should be using our “privilege” to learn their language.
I’m not opposed to learning foreign languages—far from it. But I’ve been thinking a great deal about language since listening to Dr. Edward Dutton—“The Jolly Heretic”—give his take on Lowe’s announcement:
Here’s a quick transcript of the key excerpt(s) from Dr. Dutton’s thoughts on speaking English:
“I find this extraordinary—the concept of not being able to speak English…. If you are remotely educated for a foreign country, then you will of course… speak English, and you will speak it well, because it is in the lingua franca.”
Indeed, English is the lingua franca—the universal, common language—of the twenty-first century. Students travel to the United States and Britain to hone their English skills; I know because I teach quite a few of them (and, I’m ashamed to admit, many of them speak and write English better than native-born Americans)! It is the language of international commerce, diplomacy, and scholarship.
It’s a beautifully adaptable language, too. It’s flexible, bendable, changeable, while still retaining an essential grammar. Of the many accomplishments of the English-speaking peoples of the world, our language—along with concepts like freedom of speech and religion—is one of our greatest gifts to humanity.
Yours portly is pumped for Rupert Lowe, the founder of the Restore Party in England. I was listening to Sargon of Akkad (Carl Benjamin) discuss Lowe’s epic platform of national restoration while driving to see Dr. Wife, and it inspired me to belt out this hilarious campaign song:
The United States observed Presidents’ Day earlier this week, and yours portly is enjoying a decadent Winter Break for the next couple of days. Of course, the decadence will end abruptly on Saturday when Dr. Wife and I load up yet another U-Haul with the last remaining stuff from her house.
For today, though, I’m enjoying a little bit of time with the dogs while Dr. Wife slaves away at the hospital. She’s a good woman.
It seems that February is always a bit of a low-point for the blog in terms of my own preparedness and output. I’m not sure why that is. Perhaps the initial rush of the New Year has passed, with Reality settling in heavily. It certainly seems like everything has been busier lately.
Regardless, here’s to a few days off—probably the last for a good while!
The English writer Sudo Nonym, a regular over at Free Speech Backlash, sent yours portly a treasure-trove of fiction stories for readers here to enjoy. Many of these stories have already run at FSB, but Tom, the proprietor over there, is cool about cross-posting and republishing, and I’m never one to say no to intriguing content—especially when someone else has done 90% of the work for me!
Also, he has two eBooks on Amazon (that’s an Amazon Affiliate link; I receive a portion of any purchases made through that link at no additional cost to you—TPP)!
But I digress. Today’s story is the third chapter of a longer piece, The Man from Historical Accuracy. The premise is simple: a bureaucratic agency, Historical Accuracy, tweaks history to keep things trucking along as they should.
If you’ve missed previous chapters, you can find them here:
Yours portly is continuing to work on his collection of pond-based tunes, Koi Dance. I introduced some rosy red minnows to our koi pond about a month ago, which inspired today’s piece.
In honor of a belated Valentine’s Day, a short “best-off” collection,💘🤖Technological Romance🤖💘 is FREE to download today (Monday, 16 February 2026) only.
