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:
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 second chapter or part 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.
With that, here is Sudo Nonym with Chapter 2 of The Man from Historical Accuracy:
This Wednesday kicks off something a bit different. 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 first chapter or part 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.
Put another way: there are drunken druids watching DVDs on Stonehenge.
With that, here is Sudo Nonym with Chapter 1 of The Man from Historical Accuracy:
Good ol’ Tom over atFree Speech Backlash graciously sent along this powerful post about the state of free speech—or the lack thereof—in Great Britain and Europe.
American readers are likely aware of the rapid erosion of free speech in the nation that birthed the very concept, and it serves as an object lesson on the importance of the First Amendment, which has so far protected Americans from the worst excesses of government censorship. As Tom notes, though, paper guarantees are worthless if not supported for every American.
However, government censorship has rarely been the issue in the United States; rather, corporate censorship is what haunts free speech in the United States. The various attempts by the tech giants to censor free speech on their platforms in 2016, 2020, and 2024 indicate that the platforms that serve as our de facto public square are often restricted at the whims of the rich and powerful. Elon Musk’s purchase of Twitter did much to restore free speech online, but even that is imperfect.
Further, American banks have the nasty habit of “debanking” account holders with unflatteringly Truth-based views. Many conservatives found their deposited funds inaccessible, or unable to accept payments through popular payment processors, because of publicly-voiced opinions that did not fit the globohomo narrative.
But, ultimately, we have the protection of the Constitution to criticize the government, even when the ostensibly private sector platforms for doing so are often censored. Great Britain and Europe at large lack that basic protection.
Tom links this destruction of free speech to the massive influx of Third Worlders. The two go hand-in-hand—if you need an imported slave class to a.) do all of your work for cheap and b.) make you feel good about yourself, you don’t want the native-born proles complaining. The solution—especially in a system like Britain’s where the party in power controls the executive and legislative functions simultaneously (usually) by default—is to make it illegal to criticize the massive influx of dusky hordes into your homeland.
That brings me to another point: why does Britain have a Home Secretary—or anyone in power—named Shabana Mahmood? It reminds me of this clip from The Simpsons:
Tom over at Free Speech Backlash recently put out a call for writers, to which I responded. However, as so often is the case in life, I’ve not contributed a single word since our initial exchange, but he obligingly sent a piece to me. And, boy, what a piece it is!
Everyone loves penguins—or so I thought. Tom makes a pretty compelling case for why they’re actually quite frustrating creatures. More interestingly, however, this piece—about rehoming thousands of angry penguins—points out how mass media hysteria and environmental lunacy misses the penguins for the icebergs (in this case, bleeding hearts over obnoxious animals win out over concerns about oily water getting into a nuclear power plant).
It also gives a humorous look at humanity’s hubris, especially in the sciences. There are few things that induce such delicious Schadenfreude in yours portly like witnessing an expensive boondoggle with official scientific backing going fins up.
Ponty has done real yeoman’s work this week, helping to cover some key posts for yours portly. He delivers once again with this review of sequel. He loved the original; as for the sequel, well… read on!
Sequels are an interesting thing in video games, something about which I’ll opine on some other time. It’s fun going back to the Nintendo Entertainment System (NES), for example, back before any “knew” what a video game sequel should be. Just look at the second installments in the Super Mario Bros. and Legend of Zelda franchises for prime examples of how wildly different sequels can be from their originals.
Now, the expectation feels something a bit like what we see in the film industry: take the original concept, but make it bigger. Unfortunately, widespread wokeification over the past decade has twisted that into “take the original concept, but make it woker.” To be fair, Ponty does not point to wokeness as the downfall of this game; rather, he offers up a very detailed and well-supported analysis as to why this sequel fails to live up to the grandeur and beauty of its predecessor.
One other note: several of the links in this post are Amazon Affiliate links; I receive a portion of any proceeds made through those links, at no additional cost to you.
Ponty delivers up some great posts this week, giving yours portly a bit of a break during a particularly busy season. He worked overtime (complete with overtime pay—zero times 1.5 is still zero!) to get this fun review to me in time to run in the vaunted Monday Morning Movie Review slot.
I remember seeing today’s film around the time it came out, when I was in high school (or possibly a few years later, in college; the early 2000s are a distant, warm blur to me now), and it made me really think about death, the way one does when at a funeral. I still think about this flick every time I board a flight, especially in those first few moments after takeoff. I breathe a tiny sigh of relief once the plane has finished its ascent.
I’ll let Ponty explain the rest. With that, here is Ponty’s review of Final Destination(2000):
Ponty is back with another great movie review, this week featuring the claustrophobic thriller of 2005’s The Descent. The film explores the tension of being trapped in the dark with something sinister and lethal—a core human fear.
When I was a kid, we took a big trip to the mountains to visit my great-grandmother in the mountains of western Virginia. On that trip we visited Mammoth Cave, a large cave system in Kentucky, and I believe Bat Cave in North Carolina as well (I could very well be conflating multiple trips into one in my mind). At one point on a guided tour of the caves, deep underground (we took an elevator to descend into the chamber), the tour guide turned off the lights in the cavern. The darkness was so total, so complete, it was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. I think I instinctively moved closer to my family so I at least had some sense of security.
That experience very much captures, albeit in a very safe, tame, and controlled manner, what this flick feels like to watch. We take it for granted that, even in the dead of night, there’s usually some source of light: the moon, a cellphone, an alarm clock, the soft green of a charger indicating it’s doing its job. Total blackness—complete darkness—is something truly unsettling.
Ponder that as you enjoy Ponty’s review of The Descent (2005):
Good ol’ Ponty is back with another B-movie review. 2023 was apparently the year of exploitation films about drug-addicted animals, with Cocaine Bear(2023) as the prime example of this bizarre subgenre. I wonder if any desperate indie filmmakers made Fentanyl Fox or Oxy Otter or the like.
Well, somebody made Attack of the Meth Gator(2024), which demonstrates well the B-movie tendency to jump on the latest fad and churn as many bucks out of it as possible. The Asylum made the film, which should come as no surprise—they’re the same folks behind the terrible-but-popular Sharknado franchise.
Apparently, the film is based on a joke Tweet (long since deleted) from a police department in Tennessee, warning residents not to flush their drugs, lest gators become hyper-aggressive “meth gators.” Such a thing might not be possible, but even the remotest possibility is too terrifying and silly to contemplate for long.
With that, here is Ponty’s review of this timeless classic:
Good old Ponty is back with a video game review, and one with a particular relevance to blogging: Typoman.
Anyone who writes daily will tell you that you will have typos. If you’re not taking time to proofread, revise, and edit your writing (which I rarely do for these posts), you’re guaranteed to have them, no matter how fluidly and clearly you wrote. Some lone word, some misapplied apostrophe, some stray letter, is going to sneak its way in.
Also, a game about spelling words is perfect for a blog, one that possesses pretenses of featuring literary non-fiction on rare occasions. Words that must be spelled in a dangerous video game environment are even better.
But let me wrap up, lest I commit a dreaded typo. Ponty delivers a great review of what sounds like an amazing game.
With that, here is Ponty’s review of Typoman (let me know if he—or I!—have committed any crimes against spelling and grammar):
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