I am no saint. I have done enough.

That includes reading basically everything. But fandom has always left me cold. I’m not quite that weird: I have never liked dressing up, and I have never enjoyed being in a big crowd. Particularly if access to showers is limited.

I prefer to interact with such down an internet cable. Preferably one that is a few thousand km long.

It appears that my instincts were correct.

A science fiction convention is now not a place to take kids. Most of them have lost their focus on their goal — promoting science fiction and fantasy as a gathering of authors meant to further and encourage the craft. If you look at nearly any convention programming they have official programming littered with explicit sexual topics ranging from LGBT promotion to BDSM. Baycon, the convention famous for removing me from speaking, at least in 2014, had a whole room open full time
And these conventions are mostly filled with professionals or aspiring professionals. There’s very few average readers or fans anymore, and for good reason. One can’t have a fun weekend bringing a family to an environment like this. The behavior of Walter Breen has been completely normalized, and it’s gone well beyond that.
It’s no wonder these people are so obsessed with “harassment policies”. One innocuous off-color joke by a Tor editor several years ago sent all of fandom spiraling and signalling. He was fired and ostracized from conventions after that. But it’s as they say, SJWs always project. The reason they focus so hard on what they call harassment, is they have far darker skeletons in their closets. They know the actions they and their friends engage in, and so they have a hyper focus on the public appearance, the social element. They witch hunt average men to call harassers, all while on the other hand promoting the most deviant, pornographic lifestyles imaginable. Ironically, my wife, a far more beautiful woman than anyone you’ll see at a sci-fi con, has only had problems with men creeping on her and going over the line twice in her life — both by self-professed male feminist science fiction professionals and at science fiction conventions.
It’s more than just protecting their friends. These are the same people that control the stories that are produced, that control the content you read and see. They’re a pipeline for their stories to Hollywood, and these groups want stories normalizing their deviancy and depravity so that an entire culture can be brainwashed into accepting criminals like Marion Zimmer Bradley and Walter Breen. This is another reason we need to support the independent alternatives, the new people trying to create a culture separate from what’s gone on with the elites since the 1960s.

What can we do? Well, we can teach our kids well. This may require that we pull them out of schools, and minimise their involvement with higher education: they now add little to nothing. It may be that we show how to do this by example. But the results are worth it.

My stepson tells me he has redpilled a mate, and my son tells me that he’s trying to find an Anglican church that celebrates the eucharist well. This makes my heart quietly glow.

Because these will not be entrapped by the pedobear: they are more than immune. They want to burn the institutions that corrupt down with fire, some churches included.

Please note that some women can teach and evangelize. But most cannot. You have to guard the pulpit, and guard it well. Or those who want to corrupt will get there and ruin it.

In all of my years attending church… all over the South and some of the North... I have only ever encountered one female minister that didn’t talk about herself all the time.

Rosemary was an older woman in the mid 90s and she was an absolute gospel preaching power house.

But what her gifts really accomplished was to put the inability of the others into stark contrast.

Its like God said, “Here this is what this would look like if they did it right. So you’ll know they really aren’t doing it right.”

When that happens, the correct thing to do is walk out, and then email the elders, telling them why. Meet with them one on one. If they do not accept correction, leave.

I‘ve seldom been more proud of my progeny. We went to a local church tonight for a Christmas Eve service, but instead of the intellectually formidable young pastor who normally preaches there, it was a woman who apparently serves the church in some administrative capacity officiating.

As you might expect, she promptly began talking about herself, then talked about herself some more, then invited all the children to come forward in order to bask in her proximity. She proceeded to completely ignore the congregants in favor of trying to charm the children, prompting me to observe that women in religious leadership inevitably resort to either a) entertaining the children or b) sacrificing them.

After about half an hour of this performance art, one child commented that the ersatz pastor had yet to mention either God or Jesus Christ. And when she did finally get around to addressing Christmas, it was to tell the story from the perspective of a 12-year-old girl living in Bethlehem. For a moment, I thought I was going to have to physically restrain another child from going full “bullwhips in the Temple” on the woman; we finally left in the middle of her animated monologue about what that first Christmas would have felt like to her younger self had her she been there before any of the kids removed a shoe and winged it at her head. Nor were we the only people who walked out early.

The rest of the family was surprised when we returned home much earlier than expected, but as I pointed out, we would have had a considerably more genuine Christian experience had we simply stayed home and watched A Charlie Brown Christmas again.

But do not let such corrupt. Do not. It is far better keep the perverse from being necklaced with a millstone and thrown off a cliff, which is the penalty Christ prescribes. And it is far, far, better that our children their innocence and faith retain.