Plague Vaccine Policy Backlash?
Best if cooked over an open wood fire in a Dutch oven suspended from. a tripod. Let the smoke flavor the chili. It should be accompanied by biscuits cooked in a separate Dutch oven.
Is it wrong to add cilantro and sour cream?
Soon it will be too cold to cook chili like this. The snow has a way of driving even the more ardent cooks back into the chuckwagon.
The World Economic Forum recently released their hope that we would be propelled back into the stone age through the green agenda as if expecting the general public to be allured by these promises of totalitarian ruin, rather than repelled by these threats. They posted on Twitter with unrestrained joy.
The tweets were deleted as soon as the World Economic Forum realized their misstep. It is, in effect, unintentionally, an ad for gunsmiths. Arm yourself today. Stock up on ammo. Go to the range with silhouette targets, and practice headshots.
When one signs a deal with the devil in blood, one fixed provision of the contract is always that you truthfully tell the Christians what you meant to do to them before you do it, despite that you would rather keep your evil goals secret. The woke just can’t help predicting their success from the rooftops – ok, today it’s social media.
If the laws of Hell make them say the quiet part aloud: the goal is to undermine the United States (hence liberty), the fossil fuels needed for industrialization (hence prosperity), and private property (hence life). A life of helot dirt-farming is before us. Will they allow the commoners to keep a horse to pull the plow, or will the FBI come by and seize it for the greater good of the racially oppressed? Only the nomenklatura will be able to afford to have their three-dee printed artificial hearts delivered by spy drones, and only for a time.
Science fiction should be left to we professionals. We know it is fiction, and know how to differentiate utopias from dystopias.
A science fiction writer knows enough to know not to propose the inhuman nightmare of Orwell’s 1984 (you’ll own nothing) while promising the dehumanizing opium-dream of Huxley’s Brave New World (you’ll be comfortably numb).
Science fiction writers know when an idea has been done before and done to death. You can only reprise the human exultation of Blade Runner or the Harkonnen Empire on Dune so many times.