Always ‘men’… Never ‘black’

A soldier who was gifted with a plane ticket to see his widowed mother on Christmas saw his holiday turn to horror when he was left with severe facial injuries by a gang in Philadelphia, his family said.

A kind stranger had paid for Austin Freni, 19, to fly from his army base in Georgia to his mom Lori in New Jersey after spotting his GoFundMe page. He was due to fly out to the Middle East in the New Year. But while attending the annual Mummers Parade – a colorful folk festival – in Philadelphia on Sunday, 10-15 men put him in hospital because of his Army jacket, his mom told Fox 29.

Freni, his mom and girlfriend were strolling through Philadelphia after the parade when they the large group of young men walked by them and made ‘derogatory’ comments about Freni’s jacket, she said. She says that one of those men then hit Freni, and the others leaped in to attack him as well.

‘Me and his girlfriend tried pulling them off and they hit us,’ she added. ‘We got hit in the face. She got thrown in the street.’ Now Freni is in Jefferson University Hospital, facing a long road to recovery ‘He’s got to get plates put in his jaw and his mouth will be wired shut for the next eight weeks.

The shocking attack is made even more upsetting by the circumstances of Freni’s visit.

The soldier had been stationed in Fort Benning, Georgia, and was to head out to the Middle East next year. He hadn’t been able to make it home for Thanksgiving, much to the disappointment of his mom, who lost her husband to brain cancer two years ago, and later had to leave her job.

Lori was prepared to sell her things to bring her some home for Christmas, she told Fox 29 last month, but set up a GoFundMe page as a last resort.
That page was then stumbled upon by Jennifer Richardson, who then bought them the ticket outright – inspired by her own experiences with her brother, who is in the Marines.

Since the Daily Mail is too cowardly to state the obvious, I will. The attackers were more than likely in a gang, and more than likely black. When a paper deliberately doesn’t say the ethnicity of the attacker, or when they include the word “white” when describing a Hispanic as they did last week with an active shooter, it means they don’t want to reveal that the suspect was non-white or worse… an immigrant. Plain and simple. Just take a look next time an attack happens. They always say, “man” or “suspect” or “person of interest” when it’s widely observable that the attacker isn’t white. Only when the attacker is known to be white do they openly admit it, because white people are the devil. And diversity is our strength no matter how destructive it proofs to be.

This story particularly disturbed me. Not only because I’ve now learned how to read between the lines of such stories and how the media deliberately hides information, but also because it was a soldier who was attacked. Someone who was willing to go overseas and fight for America’s freedom was brutally attacked by the very people he was sworn to protect.

Their gratitude for this young man’s willing sacrifice is overwhelming.

Diversity + Proximity = War. And it always will.

Death by a rhino horn?

When they go low… well, let’s face it. The left knows no bounds when it comes to going lower and lower.

Joss Whedon
Violence solves nothing. I want a rhino to fuck @SpeakerRyan to death with its horn because it’s FUNNY, not because he’s a #GOPmurderbro

I don’t like Paul Ryan. Never have. Never will. He’s a cuck through and through. With that being said, I don’t want him to die a painful death by being fucked with a rhino horn. Publicly humiliated as a self-serving asshole who doesn’t know a darn thing about what’s best for America, sure. Ass fucked to death by horn? How did Whedon’s mind even go there?

I continue to discuss Hollywood’s liberalism because I find it endlessly amusing to make fun of them. I think I’m going to make my Celebrity Dickbag video into an ongoing series. Honestly, how can I resist when they continuously give me so much material to draw from? It’s going to be an amusing few years. Hopefully eight granted this behavior continues and God Emperor gets re-elected.
I have a sneaky suspicion that the final Avengers movie isn’t going to do so well. At least not compared to the first two.

Broken authors = broken books

That moment when all the cliches you thought were bogus about being a writer turn out to be true…

More than 100 authors are now part of the #HoldOnToTheLight conversation! Our authors span the globe, from the US to the UK to Canada, Australia and New Zealand. Even more exciting is that as the campaign picks up traction and visibility, more authors want to join, meaning a growing, vibrant dialog about mental wellness and coping with mental illness.

#HoldOnToTheLight is a blog campaign encompassing blog posts by fantasy and science fiction authors around the world in an effort to raise awareness around treatment for depression, suicide prevention, domestic violence intervention, PTSD initiatives, bullying prevention and other mental health-related issues. We believe fandom should be supportive, welcoming and inclusive, in the long tradition of fandom taking care of its own. We encourage readers and fans to seek the help they or their loved ones need without shame or embarrassment.

We’ve also been talking with conventions to encourage them to add, expand or promote their panel programming about mental wellness issues. ConCarolinas, GenCon, Capricon and ContraFlow have let us know that panels are in the works for 2017, and both Capclave and Atomacon are looking at options!

There’s an entire section of where authors (some of them very big names in the publishing industry) write about their experiences with depression and mental illness. And here I thought Vox Day might have been exaggerating in ‘SJWs Always Lie’ when he claimed SJWs tend to brag and fetishize the fact that they’re taking various anti-depressants or mood stabilizers.

I used to hate the cliche of drunk and depressed author who’s waiting for his muse to magically appear. But it occurred to me that it might actually be true when I was observing various Twitter accounts of authors who routinely talk about their medication. They would say things like, “today I had to reach for the pills.”

After spending years around various friends who do take mood stabilizers or anti-depressants, I can safely say that the majority of them don’t help. They make it worse. And even worse yet, our culture these days makes them appeal to people. Like being depressed makes you special, elite, and a part of a special club where everyone can relate because things are so gosh darn tough. Or maybe generation snowflake needs to flush the damn pills down the toilet and learn how to process their emotions properly.

I wasn’t born tough. It was drilled into me. I’ve already lost all my grandparents on both sides. I came dangerously close to losing a loved one with a terminal illness over Thanksgiving and New Years. I was a scrawny, freckle faced, crooked bangs styled geek with braces in desperate need of a flat iron throughout junior high and some of high school, for which I was routinely bullied. I got into a fist fight in the first grade (which I won). I trained as a martial artist for five years. I saw a friend of the family get sentenced to 25+ years in prison for a horrible crime. I’ve broken ten bones. I moved overseas to a foreign country by myself for a year. And I started two businesses by myself with no help and hardly any money to keep me going while I lived off ramen noodles in a house where I paid nearly $1,000 a month for one room and a shared kitchen and bathroom.

I realize some people suffer from genuine depression, but I fully believe the number is somewhere around 80/20. 80% are full of shit and need to toughen the fuck up. And 20% have genuine depression that might benefit from medication.

One only needs to observe the fact that the drug industry always has some new shiny pill and that depression in rampant in first world countries more so than third world to know that depression is a business. It makes money. Don’t let it make money off of you.

Before YallFest, I read so many authors and readers of science-fiction and fantasy on Twitter going on and on about how they were going to need hugs when they saw each other immediately after God Emperor’s victory in the election. Further proof that dealing with real world problems isn’t a strong suit of millennials and generation z.

On the brighter side, this might explain why so many big time authors take a coon’s age to get a new book out. In 2015, I wrote and self-published over 450k words. Maybe it was the lack of fogginess from never being tempted by a pill bottle to make my problems go away.