Sunday, April 03, 2016

So Anyway

This is a flag for an Alt-History story.


Wednesday, March 02, 2016

Monday, February 08, 2016

January 1976

It was time to make a change.

In the first week after the Christmas break Senator William March of Minnesota held what he called a junior town hall meeting.  Students from Minneapolis, Saint Paul, and the surrounding suburbs were brought to Northrop Auditorium on the University of Minnesota campus for what was essentially a pep rally for the March presidential campaign.  In his previous life Stone had the opportunity to attend but didn’t because he dismissed it as a load of political nonsense.

Today he would attend and cast the first pebble in the avalanche.

After the speech there would be a question period.  The attending students, being ignorant of any relevant fact, were expected to ask softball questions of Senator March.  But Stone intended to aim a hardball straight at the head.

For the pep rally Stone chose a white dress shirt with dark gray slacks and a matching tie.  For the Minnesota winter he wore a pair of Vietnam jungle boots with black electrical tape over the drain holes and a surplus olive drab field jacket with the name tapes and insignia removed.  His appearance was of a young conservative from a decade ago and apart from Vicky everyone else looked at him like he was an alien from another planet.

“You’re going to do something?”  She said.

“Yes.”

The speech was the usual meaningless political noise and the questions from the students were worse.  Every time he thought of stepping out of the line and abandoning the mission the memory of being tortured by field officers of the KGB during the Final War came to mind.  Stone endured the noise until it was his turn.

“Senator March,” he said, “the Strategic Rocket Forces of the Soviet Army carry out a counterforce attack on the United States, which leaves most of the population intact but destroys the capacity to resist other actions, and the Soviet ambassador comes to you in person to demand a total surrender.  How do you respond?”

March was struck dumb.

On live televison he had the literal deer in the headlights look on his face as he now had to answer a real question.

After about five seconds spoke.

“I would...I would do what was best for the people.”

That wasn’t an answer.

Stone responded.

“Senator March, the correct answer is simply to say NO.”

Some of the students suddenly felt that something was wrong and started to boo at Stone.

Stone continued.

“Senator, the doctrine of Totalitarianism holds Human life in absolute contempt and sees people as things to be used or destroyed, over the last six decades Totalitarians have enslaved numerous nations and murdered tens of millions of people, and surrender to such people, regardless of the circumstances, is simply not an option.”

And then he thought of something else.

“I vy tovarishch, mozhet idti yebat' sebya.”

And you comrade, can go fuck yourself.

The true believers were now fully aware that there was an enemy in the room and started to fully scream obscenities at him.  Evelyn smiled as he took Vicky’s hand and walked away.

She asked a question.

“What was that last thing you said to him?”

“Merely a helpful hint.”

The memory of the previous life remained clear. 

In spite of his gross incompetence William March had been reelected to the office of President.  During the two terms Iran had been lost to the followers of the Ayatollah Khomeini and the nations of Nicaragua, El Salvador, Honduras, and Mexico were taken by the Communists.

On the morning of September 10, 1984 the Strategic Rocket Forces of the Soviet Army carried out a counterforce attack on the United States.  At the same time Soviet Airborne and naval Infantry forces carried out landings in Alaska and Western Canada.  And the Latin American Communist armies crossed the southern border with the support of Soviet paratroopers.

Later that day in the Oval Office the Soviet ambassador the demanded the surrender of the United States.

And President William March complied.

But while the Reds and their American collaborators celebrated their victory the armed forces acted.  M60A3 tanks of the United States Army smashed through the fence around the White House and William March was dragged out to Rose Garden and shot.  The Soviet Embassy was demolished by the guns of other tanks and the attack submarines of the United States Navy started hunting for Soviet missile subs.  Finally, before noon, the Secretary of Heath, Education, and Welfare gave the order to launch the retaliation from the remaining ballistic missile submarines.

But perhaps she didn’t want to join the growing pile of dead politicians in the Rose Garden.

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

The Man Who Fell To Earth

Once upon a time ago before I read any work by Ayn Rand I saw The Man Who Fell To Earth starring David Bowie.  I didn’t enjoy sitting through it and the one scene that stuck with me depicted a nihilist denouncing innovation.  Having never read a word of real philosophy at the time I merely saw the character as being stupid.

After the recent death of Mr. Bowie a local film society held a showing of the film.  I won’t claim the excuse of brain damage in deciding to see it.  I had actually forgot how truly awful it was.

It wasn’t just the fact that the director was a no talent hack with delusions of cleverness. 

Nor was it his insistence on using Manhattan skyscrapers as an anatomical reference along with inserting two pointless scenes that stop just short of actual pornography.

No.

Every second of the film was an expression of the hatred of human life and after only half an hour I walked out.

Remember the nihilist?  When I originally saw the film I could not understand how any character could be so stupid.  I now understand that in denouncing any improvement in the tools used by man he was denying the value of human life.

Sunday, November 29, 2015

Thought For The Day

It amazing how many problems can be solved with the application of weapons grade fissionables.

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

From the Diary of E.A. Keller

EAK Diary -- November 24, 2015

On this day in my original life I was put to death for crimes against the state.  As a result of my actions in this life that state does not exist.  And as a result of my actions the path of life for everyone has changed.  


Has it changed for the better?
 

For those myself and who value life the answer is yes.  For those who value power the answer is a very clear no.  Although there are still mass graves from coast to coast the contents of those graves have changed.  Those who were the destroyers of life in this world are now dead or have been driven away. 
 

Do I regret my actions in this life?
 

I do regret my failures but otherwise no.  I did the best I could with the information I had.
 

So what of the future?
 

I don’t know.  I’ll just do the best that I can.

Sunday, November 08, 2015

Another Segment

The first story written and sold by H. Beam Piper was based on the idea of psychic time  travel.  I'm having a go at the concept to explain the differences between our real universe and the fictional universe:

Diary of E.A. Keller, October 14, 1975

I also had an encounter with Stephanie Kane today. 

Miss Kane appears to be a narcissistic personality, that is someone who sees herself as the most important, if not the only person, in her private universe.  This materially manifests as a habit of dressing to project the appearance of being sexually attractive.  And though she wears normal clothes for the climate outside of school hours she changes over to the attractive mode and back in the girl’s restroom before and after class. 

Up to this time she had ignored me as I was properly seen before the change as a long term loser.  As I am not trying to hide the change to an adult mental state, and especially with the adult manner of grooming and speech, I’ve suddenly become a “chick magnet.”  If I wasn’t an old man in a young body I wouldn’t be bothered by this but as part of the change I’ve not only picked up a moral standard but an esthetic standard as well.

What can I say about Miss Kane apart from that she looks ridiculous?

But Miss Kane came on to me so I replied to her.

“Miss Kane, I don’t know a nice way to put this, but you look like a common prostitute.”

She was shocked.  I continued.

“Seriously, apart from the needle tracks and related heath issues, you look like one of the hookers working on Block E, or worse, one of those on Lake Street.”

She asked me what Block E was.

“It’s the west side of Hennepin Avenue between Sixth and Seventh Streets in Downtown Minneapolis.  I don’t know offhand what the east side is called but it’s probably worse.”

She then asked me how it could be worse.

“There’s an actual porno theater on the other side.”

At this point she just stared at me and at this point I made a suggestion.

“Stephanie, everyone is privately laughing at you behind your back, you don’t need to slut up, just be yourself.”

I don’t know if there really is a self for her to be but I had to say it.