Diversity Does Not Compute

Though two-plus-two always equals four "diversity" tells us otherwise. It equates without an equation and sums without a tally. It claims quality is subjective: Stupid is wisdom if viewed from the perspective of an idiot. Bad is good to those who do bad things. Excellence is unfair for pride is its own reward.

"Diversity" picks and chooses at a whim but such is the luxury of ignoring reality at your leisure. When good and evil are whatever you want them to be then truth itself becomes arbitrary... but not in reality.

Two-plus-two always equals four. Bad math does not give you more or less of anything real. Madness does not become sanity by raving. "Diversity" is a political sophistry and nothing more. The reality of "survival of the fittest" shall burn it away in a holocaust of death, rape and destruction... or sanity shall prevail.

Happy Memorial Day

Monsters are real. Vampires feed off of others. Werewolves tear people apart. Zombies overwhelm and devour as a mindless mob.

Villains are real. Masterminds plot and scheme. Henchmen and henchwomen follow orders to do evil. Hooligans bully and vandalize.

Heroes are real. A hero will drive a stake through a vampire's heart, shoot a werewolf with a silver bullet and fight off zombies so his friends can escape. A hero is the archenemy of the mastermind. He slaughters henchmen and henchwomen in droves. He pummels hooligans.

There are always more monsters and villains than there are heroes. The wicked vastly outnumber the good. Alas, the hero prevails.

Whosoever does not have a leg to stand on shall fall for anything. Whosoever does not have eyes to see shall see only darkness. Whosoever is deaf shall not hear. Whosoever is dead shall not feel or do anything. The wicked are missing parts or the parts are broken. Their light is dim or out. Their temperature is lukewarm or deathly cold. Heroes bury the dead so that the living shall not be sickened by the rot.

A hero does not always win. He may be slain by even the least of villainy for all flesh is weak and doomed. Alas, unlike monsters and villains a hero is a man of spirit. His life shines by a fire not fed by worldly kindling. He shall die as he has lived: doing good. The wicked are doomed to perish in every way for their way is death. The hero shall live forever in the light from whence he came.

My Three Favorite Themes

We all have our tastes. My own are my favorites, of course. As a reader, viewer, writer, artist, game designer and game player my favorite themes are silencing the sentry, hero versus throngs and useless henchwomen. I especially like them together as parts of a whole.

I have always found silencing the sentry grimly amusing and contextually erotic. Its ironies are its distinct appeal: vigilant yet oblivious, armed yet helpless, easy yet violent and impersonal yet intimate. The significance is the insignificance of the victim. The kill must be quick, easy and inglorious or the moment is without its thematic luster.

My favorite combat is always the hero versus throngs. It is the individual battling relentless waves of mediocrity. The common withers in droves as personal prowess is finally unleashed. Hot burns through lukewarm in a thrilling clash of one or few against many.

I have always loved fiction's foot soldiers of villainy. They live to die unceremoniously for our guiltless pleasure. The useless henchwoman is the sexy version of this expendable character. She is the comely victim of my beloved silencing the sentry and hero versus throngs. She is as much a girl as any heroine or villainous dominatrix but as one of the little people. She is as much a baddie as her twin brother and just as delightfully useless.

We like what we like. Our fancies are what they are regardless of what we suppose we should fancy. Shame is never inspiring. Inhibition is always stifling. To do what is best requires unabashed honesty and artful gumption.

I like what I like. I appreciate it when I find it. I do it my way when I create it. I never let enthusiasm go to waste. I have yet to exhaust mine. As I delve into my fancies I find them deeper than I anticipated. I keep digging, finding treasure all the while.

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My Favorite Fictional Moments

The silencing the sentry and hero versus throngs are my favorite action-adventure scenarios. Both are individual excellence outmatching collective mediocrity.

My favorite silencing the sentry moment of all time was when I was browsing the pages of a Star Wars comic book. I happened upon a scene in which the large hands of Chewbacca were reaching for an unsuspecting Stormtrooper. The hands grabbed the sentry by his shoulder and helmet and snapped his masked face past the shoulder. The victim was left sprawled and forgotten as Chewbacca and friends made their escape.

The sentry was armed, armored and vigilant yet utterly useless. His violent death was inflicted with unceremonious ease. He was nothing to the hero who killed him and an expendable resource to the villains he served. Interestingly, he was only a baddie because he was following orders.

I shall never forget my grim amusement while watching the movie Where Eagles Dare. A crowd of German soldiers were hurrying up steps when suddenly finding themselves face-to-face with the intruder they sought. The startled throng hesitated only to be gunned down en masse. Interestingly, these men would later be harmless civilians had they survived the war.

I do not cheer for the little guy being little. The better man is always the bigger man and I want the best to win. I favor the silencing the sentry and hero versus throngs because they demonstrate the extraordinary putting the ordinary to shame. They are personal prowess besting the impersonal many.

I love heroes for being individuals who use their excellence to do good. I admire masterminds for having the gumption to do something big. As for helpless bystanders and useless thugs: I do not value their insignificant lives nor do I mourn their inconsequential deaths. Alas, even the useless can be put to good use: The helpless bystander is the screaming victim whose plight gives the hero selfless purpose. The useless thug is the cannon-fodder for acts of heroic violence.

The anonymous are smug in their anonymity. The worst evils are always committed by normal people following the rules to the letter. It is so much fun to see them spent as the disposable resource they really are.