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So, ho hum, another school shooting today. Ten people died, mostly kids, as usual. The shooter did the deed with guns his father had just left sitting around the house — a shotgun and a .38 revolver. Which was quite legal for his father to do in the state of Texas, which has no gun storage laws requiring guns to be secured if they’re not on your person or being used.

So, as we hit an average of one school shooting per week (U S A! U S A! MAGA! YAY!), the solution that the NRA-backed politicos are talking about is…. reducing the number of doors at schools?

Uhm, wut?

Well, gosh, they have a point, I guess. If a school has *no* doors, then it’s perfectly safe! Oh, how are the kids going to get into the school? Well, we just set up Star Trek style transporter booths outside the schools and teleport the kids into the school building. But only the organic parts of the kids get transported. No clothing that guns could be hidden in, and, of course, no guns. Once they arrive, naked as the day they were born, they are issued hospital gowns and then crayons, paper, and books (crayons because we can’t issue pens and pencils, why, some kid might put another kid’s eyes out!). At the end of the day they are teleported back to the booth they arrived from, where they are reunited with their clothing and get to go home where they then get to study with their at-home copy of their books.

Or we could enact strict gun controls like every other civilized country, which have had zero school shootings this year. But that’s far less practical than teleporter beams, apparently.

So it goes.

– Badtux the Snarky Penguin

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91,300 words. That’s how far I am in writing the novel right now. I’m aiming for 120,000 words, so we’ll see how far I get towards that goal.

I have photo albums here. Old photo albums, old family photo albums. Some of the people in these albums are people that I knew when I was growing up, great-aunts and uncles, cousins of various degrees. Others… I have no idea.

There is one photo in particular that I look at from time to time. There are a number of children gathered on a swing set in early 70’s attire, complete with bell bottoms and button-up vests. I know three of the children in that photo. One of them is dead now, dead of diabetes that she refused to control. Two others are still alive but it is many years since I saw them last. In this photo they are young and healthy and dressed in that groovy early 70’s way, and will be forever like that in my memory.

Someday all of us will be gone, and then someone will come across this photo, and look at it, and then throw it into the trash. Because without the memories, it is just a photograph of some children, children that no one remembers, children that no one would ever know.

Went into a dark place for the past few thousand words of the story. It will get lighter. Sort of.

– Badtux the Writer Penguin

By which I mean, Karl Marx.

May 5th was the 200th anniversary of the birth of Karl Marx.

Hard-core Marxists are fond of saying “true Marxism has never been tried.” Well, there’s a reason for that. It’s because true Marxism is unworkable. That was the biggest reason why Communism arose — as it became clear that real people just don’t behave in ways that make Marxism workable, the creators of the Communist Revolution in Russia decided that what was needed was a dictatorship of the proletariat to train the people, over the generations, to behave in the ways needed for Marxism to work. In the end that dictatorship became a self-propagating mechanism that completely forgot about why it was created in the first place. After all, what dictator really wants to relinquish power?

Still, none of that changes the fact that Karl Marx correctly diagnosed the problems of the capitalist system of his era, a capitalist system that monopolized the output of workers at gunpoint into the hands of leeches who would be bankrupt if not for the output they stole from workers at gunpoint, a capitalist system that viewed workers as disposable, safety nets as dangerous weakness, and old people should just die, already, as useless eaters. His policy prescriptions for dealing with those problems were unworkable and eventually distorted into something horrific (the Communist system that killed tens of millions of people worldwide, maybe even hundreds of millions, over the roughly hundred years that it was extant), but his observations were correct — and are becoming true again. Alas.

– Badtux the History Penguin

I had someone mention “Agenda 21” today as part of some conspiracy theory. And that was pretty much my response: “Agenda 21? Is that similar to Area 51? Or Pier 1?”

He then replied: “I’m sorry, I can’t help you.”

And of course I immediately responded:

That’s okay. My tin foil hat fits closely, so I’m sure the mind control rays being beamed through the chemtrails aren’t affecting my body full of toxins like dihydrogen monoxide (which is *deadly*, thousands of people per year die from inhaling the stuff!).

Though I think what finally does me in will most likely be my cat. I swear he’s trying to kill me. Every time I try to go somewhere in my house, he’s underfoot trying to trip me….

Hey, do you think my cat could be a Russian agent?

Thus far no response.

Heh.

– Badtux the Poking-conspiracy-theorists Penguin

Dear white people: The police are not your personal racism valet to be used to ask questions that you’re too scared to ask yourself because you’re terrified of black people. Quit using them like that. Signed, another white person.

I got into an argument on Facebook today when I mentioned that every single person of color that I knew had had the cops called on them for things that were none-criminal, and that this had *never* happened to any of the white people I knew. He whined that they were just looking for racism so that’s why they saw it. Uhm, no. POC got cops called on them, us white people didn’t.

He kept going back to “but that wasn’t racism, everybody had a good reason to call the cops!” of the three examples I listed, three black women having the cops called on them for having suitcases while black, a former White House staffer having the police called on him *twice* for moving into his apartment while black, and police called on two men at a LA Fitness for playing basketball while black. Yeah, that reason being that they were too scared of people of color to just ask them what was going on, instead calling the cops as their personal racism valets to ask in their stead.

I eventually ended up having to block him because he just kept whining “but that’s not racism!” even though I kept pointing out that cops weren’t called on my white acquaintances, only on my black ones. But none are so blind as those who refuse to admit their white privilege. Sheesh.

A final thought: Maybe The Negro Motorist Green Book is needed again. I mean, when segregation now, segregation tomorrow, segregation forever has apparently become public policy again… hey, let’s just set the Wayback Machine to 1948 again, already. SIGH.

– Badtux the “Nope, racism ain’t dead, and police are the new racism valets” Penguin

I am at 85,000 words in the current novel and chugging out about 1,000 words a night heading for completion. This obviously doesn’t leave much time for posting stuff to the blog.

I’ll try to do more here after I finish the novel but can’t issue many guarantees. Meanwhile, here, have a cat. He generously left me two inches of my office chair to sit on.

— Badtux the Cat-owned Penguin

Cops fired over 20 shots at a car filled with people where a possibly wanted man was driving. The other people in the car were guilty of nothing other than getting a ride to Walmart. But they were guilty of being black, so the San Bernardino Sheriff’s Department, one of the most brutal in California according to statistics, just poured bullets into the car. ‘Cause nobody was gonna get hurt except black people, right? And black lives, everybody knows they don’t matter, right?

Do you seriously think this would have happened if the other people in the car had been white people? Nope. The cops would have been leery of lawsuits and being fired if they shot at innocent white people. But they were pissed ’cause this here n-word didn’t stop for them when they bleeped their siren at him. so they was gonna pour bullets into his car until he stopped, regardless of the possibility of hitting innocent people.

Service and protect, my ass.

– Badtux the Law And Order Penguin
(Who dislikes gang bangers in blue just as much as he dislikes gang bangers in any other color).