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.
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Yours portly got back from a quasi-annual family trip to Universal Studios earlier this week, so naturally I’ve been writing and thinking about that magical wonderland. Here are some posts from this past week all about it:
“Universal Studios” – a quick piece from last Sunday about our trip.
My family and I took our annual-ish trip to Universal Studios earlier this week (Dr. Wife, sadly, is still in the depths of residency, so she was unable to join us). This year’s trip was a bit different from those of yesteryear, however: we visited Universal’s new park, Epic Universe, on our last day in Orlando.
Epic Universe has been in the works for years, and suffered (I believe) some delays due to The Age of The Virus. The wait and the delays were worth it—it was truly, as my younger brother put it, the “theme park of the twenty-first century.”
The premise behind Epic Universe is that a central hub of celestial-themed rides and attractions leads to various “universes” or worlds. Each one is accessed through a portal, and once you’re in one of the worlds, you are in it. You can’t see the other worlds or the main hub until you leave that specific world. Instead of areas blending together gradually, they’re distinct little pocket universes.
That separation greatly enhances the immersion. When we were in Super Mario World—the subject of today’s post—it felt like we were inhabiting the world of Super Mario Brothers. When we were in Dark Universe, the monster world, it was like being in an old Universal or Hammer horror flick. The Harry Potter Ministry of Magic was akin to walking the streets of Paris—and so on.
Epic Universe consists of four separate worlds: Super Mario World; Dark Universe; the Ministry of Magic (Paris); and the Island of Berk, from the How to Train Your Dragon film franchise. There is also the Celestial Park hub area, which features the park’s signature coaster, Starlight Racers, and a celestial carousel at the center.
Today, I want to dive into the first of these worlds, the world of Mario, Luigi, Peach, Toad, Bowser, and the rest—Super Mario World.
This week I’m really phoning it in, as the video today is showcasing someone else’s hard work.
My pastor started a cleaning business, Cornerstone Cleaning Solutions. He specializes in carpet cleaning—and, boy, does he do an amazing job—but he also does general house cleaning, including my least favorite chore: dusting.
I had to get my house on the market and it was suffering from seven-odd-years of an overworked man’s routine. Without a regular feminine presence, the dust had piled up into thicc (as the kids say) layers. It was pretty disgraceful, and definitely not fitting for showings.
Yours portly worked overtime for about two weeks to dust and declutter simply to prepare for my pastor to come in and work his magic. He spent eight hours on his first visit deep cleaning the carpets, dusting, etc.
I’ve hired him to do twice-monthly visits until the house sells (it’s currently under contract, so God Willing, the closing will be soon). I made this video after his second visit (just three hours compared to the initial one):
