Margaret Sanger applauds from Hell

K-Lo on Nip/Tuck and the wonders of abortion:

It might be the unlikeliest forum for a pro-life debate, as the show has long been the target (for good reason) of conservative scorn for the “utter depravity of its sensationalism.” But this particular episode offers an opportunity to consider the under-reported fact that some 85 percent of American unborn children with Down Syndrome are believed to be aborted. Down Syndrome is certainly disappearing, but it’s not because anyone’s cured it.

How wonderful that America is on the verge of eradicating mongoloids! So, who should next be targeted to experience the glorious results of Choice, Jews or Blacks? If only we could locate that tricksy Gay gene….

They seek it here, they seek it there
Those flamers see it everywhere.
Will he be normal or a queen?
That demmed elusive homo gene.

Getting closer

You may have noticed a small change on the sidebar there. Rowena is completing the cover for “THE WRATH OF ANGELS” next week and so the Original Cyberpunk will soon be taking preorders for it at his online bookstore. This will be the only place anyone will be able to buy the book in the USA, as I don’t intend to sign again with an American publisher.

If I have to deal with a “pub board” I’m not interested, not after my latest experience with one. I’m done with having editors contact me out of the blue, telling me how much they love my stuff, requesting proposals and getting publicly enthusiastic about them, then finding out that someone on the “pub board” has shot down the project over a completely nonsensical reason that has nothing to do with me. In the most recent case, a proposed mystery trilogy, it was because an in-house power struggle inspired a consultant to assert “murder mysteries don’t sell”, the current New York Times bestseller lists notwithstanding.

I simply can’t bear dealing with incompetent people and the publishing houses are chock full of clueless English majors who are terrified of making decisions. It was amazing to witness how Pocket Books operated by blundering from one stupid and easily avoided mistake to another. Since I primarily write for fun and the technology has arrived, I’m going to stick with self-publishing unless the initial contact from a publisher consists of a contract offered by the ultimate decision-maker.

(And no, editors, I’m not interested in hearing how much pull you have and how your boss pretty much does everything you recommend and how it’s a slam dunk, etc. I didn’t buy it from IT dorks back when I worked in computer sales and I shouldn’t have bought it from you. Go away.)

UK versions of all three books will likely come out sometime next year, possibly in an omnibus version.

VPFL Week Two

Apparently the football gods don’t look kindly on parodies of Les Miserables. Who would have known they were into musicals? Because despite putting up as many points as last week, I was hammered by the WB’s Grizzlies in the VPFL as well as in THE MOST PRESTIGIOUS LEAGUE IN SPORTS. I think that’s what is called Bitch Squared, otherwise known as Not Good Times. And in a nail-biter, the Santa Barbarians managed to hold off Nate, whose coaching has no doubt been thrown off by the ongoing multi-level debacle in Tennessee.

Without further ado or public wound-licking, the results:

92 Greenfield Grizzlies
70 Mounds View Meerkats

64 Pale Horse Cowboys
53 West Texas Vikings

63 East Mesa WhiteTrash
58 COS McRays

60 Santa Barbarians
59 Burns Montgomerys

58 Mile High Club
50 Newport Sea Dogs