More likely than not, all those Hugo Award-winning novels by queer women of color have not been rendered into audiobook format, so John can't listen to them yet, even if he did have a passing interest in those titles.
I actually like Farnham's Freehold, but it far outstrips even Starship Stormtroopers as a paean to near fascism. It's still an entertaining and underrated novel. Not that I think Heinlein was an actual fascist, and in actuality, he was a veteran of the war against fascism, but he certainly inclined toward authoritarianism in general. Most of his alleged racism is bullshit.
I agree that Farnham's Freehold is an enjoyable book. But in the SJW universe, the fact that someone -- especially a loathsome cis het white male -- could write such a book is prima facie evidence of felony crimethink in the first degree. A world in which blacks oppress whites? Impossible! Racism!
Fortunately, SJWs don't have to think about how the guy who wrote Farnham's Freehold and Starship Troopers could have also written Stranger in a Strange Land.
John returns to GameStop.
Edit: Found link I can manage. Fixed blunder in text.
Technically, she did originally enrol at ole miss as an engineering major. It's just she was apparently shit at it and dropped out to go to business school.
Technically, she did originally enrol at ole miss as an engineering major. It's just she was apparently shit at it and dropped out to go to business school.
He was raised poor by racists
in the swamp's backwoods,
But ain't no one could race
like Miss'ippi John could.
Well now welcome back there folks. With the new year closer'n three hogs at a two hog trough, why it got me thoughterizin' about new beginnin's, and them being no stranger to Ol' Miss'ippi John, and it made me think of a tale to tell ya'll. I'm sure we all know how Miss'ippi John grew up more than once because like everything he tries he was so gol-durn good at it; and at one point he grew up as a poor black girl so he could set a proper example for them other black girls on how to do it properly - cause lord knows them nigglets sure as wasn't going to figure it out on theys own.
Nows you needs to remember, John even when he wasn't being a young black girl, John was still po'. Why he was so po', in the early nineties he only had an Nintendo, the Super Nintendo, a playstation when it came out, plenty o' games for all of them, and a computer with the internet. Growin' up in dire circumstances like those... whew, you know there weren't no way, no how John was gonna afford hisself a car. Why when John asked around about getting hisself some trans-po-tation, all he got was a whuppin with the hickory stick. After all, every ha'penny the family could scrounge up was going into running their wildly successful bin'niss that John would soon be a-learnin his bin'niss management skills from.
But it was gonna take more than a beatin' to stop a nat'ral born engineer like Miss'ippi John. So young'n John got out his shovel, and he went digging. And he dug until he found hisself some iron ore. And he dug up as much iron ore as he could carry. And then he used the dirt that was covering the ore to make bricks, and built hisself a blast furnace with 'em. And John a-rolled up his sleeve (they was so poor, John could only afford the one sleeve), and he smelted hisself that iron ore into steel. And then he pounded that steel into sheets and blocks. And he picked up a nail file and got to work shaping valves and pistons. And sho nuff, well by the next day, Miss'ippi John had built hisself an original 1961 Ford Mustang.
Well John was sure proud of that car. He drove that car all over town, and torn up the back roads in the way only an off-roadin' veh'cle like a mustang can tear up gravel swamp roads. Now John'd made friends at his school, since anyone with any gol-blessed sense would want to be friends with John. Now, course, he had to deal with plenty of racists who didn't like him growing up as a poor black girl, and there was more than just a few school-wide brawls of people trying to settle once and for all who was John's best friend, but all that didn't stop Francis Toulane and John from being fast friends. Of course there were some nosy local gossip bugs who couldn't help sticking their nose in and wondering what a 40 year old guy with a pencil moustache like Francis was doing hanging around the highschool and approaching the teens there and asking if they wanted to come back to his house and see what was in his garage, but John just paid them nosy nancies no mind. Ol' John and Francis just so many interests in common, and one of them was cars. And turns out Francis had a 68 MGB project car.
Now there was no car that was higher on the list of fix'er uppers for a teenager from 80s/90s Miss'ippi than a 68 MGB. Yessir, those teenagers in Mississippi, in the heart of muscle car territory, just couldn't get themselves enough of those British sports cars. That was definitely the choice for people around John's age, and assuredly not the sort of car owned mid-life-crisis aged men. So naturally Francis didn't have much use for it, so John got another friend, who was definitely around John's age and most assuredly not almost double it, and they worked on that car all summer long. And Ol' Miss'ippi John...well, he was such an engineer, that not only did that car fire right up when John turned the key, but they never had to turn it off. In fact they'd just park the car for the night, them come out in the morning to find out it'd just slipped itself outta neutral, idled down the the local race track, and won two or three trophies just by itself.
In fact, they say that car is still running to this day, and I don't doubt for a minute that's as true as any story we've heard from Miss'ippi John.
Director's Cut Musical intro: <sfx: Surf Banjo>
And everyone's saying that there's no one as useless
than man in the dress from Massachusetts
(He drives really bad and he drives into a post)
He's the snarling terror of tech conference hosts
(Go tranny, go tranny, go tranny go)
Anyone who has restored a car wouldn't have performed the horrifying abortions John has done on his previous "restorations." More likely, like every other time we've seen, he hit things with a hammer, fucked everything up, then had someone else buy him another.
Has John ever actually seen or spoken with a blue collar worker in his life? Based on the evidence, I'd have to say 'no'.
"Sourcing parts was a nightmare." -- If the whole story wasn't an additional brain fart in the whirling effervescent ball of gas that is John's fabulism, it's hilarious to think of him showing up to a U-Pull-It yard and telling the ol' boy in charge, "I'm here to source parts for an MG."
Ol' Boy: "You what, now?" Which, in three words, sums up John's entire life.
An average blue collar worker might not have OD'd on soy and blue pills to the point of knowing he's supposed to pretend John is anything other than the man he obviously is.
This. My brother and his best friend restored an MG from the 60s and archived the process on an Instagram account dedicated to it. Difference is they turned a rusty old shitter with a ton of problems they bought for peanuts into a thing of absolute beauty, so it's actually interesting to look at the progress from start to finish and they got a lot of followers.
Wu's approach of somehow making her ugly cars uglier wouldn't garner the same interest I imagine.
“Grew up somewhere poor” vs “my parents gave me $200k for my first startup (a failed animation studio) and a PlayStation dev console. Also sent me to space camp.”
How do people ignore the inconsistency in his fake background?