You’ll have to forgive me for yesterday’s brief, and somewhat cryptic post. But the schadenfreude was strong within me yesterday and I couldn’t stop laughing at the train wreck that WorldCon 76 has become.
What took place yesterday has been several years in the making and there was no way I could explain it all whilst busy laughing at, and not-so-gently reminding some folks that Karma is not a very nice lady.
Let’s start with yesterday when all hell broke loose on the people running WorldCon this year in San Jose. They released the programming for their upcoming convention and managed to step on more landmines than have ever been laid out by every combined military force in all of history.
They misgendered a guest (not a big deal to me because I only see two genders – he/she, his/hers – and I am pretty sure this country allows me to refer to anyone as I please no matter what they choose to call themselves). You have every right to “choose” your pronoun – I’m cool with that even though I think its a tad silly – just as I have every right to ignore that choice.
Its that pesky freedom of speech thingy. Don’t like that? Then pass a law that says I have to but that means you have to carry some sort of ID that is easily seen so I don’t have to guess it. And yes, anyone who gets mad at me over that is free to call me what they want and to refuse to buy my books. That’s how it works here, folks.
The other crime the ConCom was guilty of was to not invite a diverse enough group for the panels. Then they stepped right onto the MOALM (Mother Of All Land Mines) by stating that some of the Hugo nominees and some obscure hashtag were so unknown by 4/5th of the attendees that they weren’t given a panel.
That’s when all hell – and virtue signaling – broke loose. People withdrew from all of the programming. People decided not to attend the Con at all, saying they did not feel safe because an “e” (his pronoun of choice) was referred to as a “he” (THE HORROR!!!!!). Others went to social media and attacked the people running the Con.
It was glorious. No, I’m not sadistic. Salty, yes, but not sadistic.
It was fun to sit back, eat some popcorn and watch it all burn to ash because most of, if not all of, the people running about with their hair on fire have spent the last several years attacking me and other writers. Watching them eat their own felt like justice, the kind you get when watching the person who murdered a loved one get the needle in their arm.
You may or may not have heard of the Sad Puppies. (Not to be confused with Vox Day’s Rabid Puppies no matter how hard the other side tries to link the two together. Vox was looking for revenge for the way he was (wrongly) thrown out of the SFWA and wanted to burn the Hugos to the ground and salt the earth over the ashes.)
The Sad Puppies have been smeared in ways that should have led to many lawsuits and ruined careers in journalism circles. They’ve been called racists, homophobes and a few other things I won’t print here. Actually, I should say we’ve been called those things. Because while Sad Puppies ended just as I arrived on the literary scene, I have proudly aligned myself with their cause. Had I been active before 2015, I’d have been right there in the middle of it.
But while the SJWs that have overrun the SFWA and WorldCon have resorted to lies, slander and smears, the truth is the Sad Puppies never objected to authors based on their gender, race or sexual orientation.
Why? Because we don’t care about any of that!
The Sad Puppies point in all of this was that it was who the author was, what boxes they checked off in the name of social justice, and not the quality of the story itself that was determining not only who won a Nebula or a Hugo – but who was even being nominated for them.
Authors who had been found guilty of wrongthink were being frozen out, even though their works were head and shoulders above even the works that were winning.
In 2015, WorldCon proved the Sad Puppies point better than we ever could. They blatantly froze out any Sad Puppy nominee in any category where a non-puppy nominee option wasn’t available. In several categories, No Award, was announced as the winner that night. And the audience cheered as they literally burned down their own house.
As a final fuck you to the puppies, David Gerrold handed out these charming mementos.
Note that it says Wooden Asterisk? At the Con they were called Wooden Assholes. And the attendees laughed and cheered as they shit on their award’s grave.
Since then, the attacks on anyone affiliated with the Sad Puppies have continued. I was targeted initially for giving away a free book. (THE NERVE!!!!) The book was given to attendees of OdesseyCon in Wisconsin when the literary guests of honor went full snowflake and bailed on the Con a few days before it opened.
Since they could not get a last-second literary guest as a replacement, several authors donated a book to be given out as a way to have some sort of literary presence for the attendees, who had done nothing wrong and had been caught in the middle of a fight they had no dog in.
Shortly after, the charges of racism and homophobia and all of the other standard-issue SJW attack cards have been thrown my way. None of them are true. No one can find anything I’ve posted as evidence to support their claims. But like any liar, they keep saying it anyway.
After a couple of years of this BS you’ll understand why I was laughing so hard yesterday. And when I wasn’t laughing I was reminding a few people that Karma can be a real bitch, as they were finding out.
Kevin Roche heads up WorldCon76. He has been busy practicing pre-crime against an innocent author – Jon Del Arroz – and banning Jon from WorldCon 76 months before for saying he was thinking – JUST THINKING – of wearing a body cam in case he was attacked at the Con (which was a threat he had received) so that they could not claim he had started something.
Perhaps if Kev had been paying more attention to running the Con instead of being a Social Justice Zealot he wouldn’t have found himself in a galactic-sized dumpster fire yesterday?
As for the aforementioned David Gerrold? He got a reminder of 2015 in the form of this little token sent to him via Twitter:
In a perfect world, I wouldn’t have enjoyed yesterday so much. But after three years of this nonsense, I hope you’ll indulge my enjoyment of yesterday’s kerfuffle.
The one thing WorldCon 76 has managed to do better than any of us Sad Puppies could have is this: Exposed to the world the hypocrisy and the rot at the top of WorldCon, the SFWA, the Nebulas and the Hugos.
Once the fires die down, maybe we can get back to promoting and celebrating ALL creators of science fiction and fantasy – and discard forever the political purity tests that have infected our fandom for the last decade.
I hope yesterday has burned out the infection so that the body as a whole can heal. In the meantime, we Sad Puppies may not be as vocal as three years ago. But we’re still here and we have backup: