One giant fail for mankind

There is a book all of you MUST! read, The complete Infidel's Guide to The Koran, By Robert Spence.  Mr. Spence can and does quote the Koran chapter and verse, he is fluent in Arabic.  He knows and understands the Koran better then most islamists do. Indeed most Islamic people do not even understand what is in the Koran  and have to take the word of their local Inman as to what it says.   When you finish this book you understand how a Patrician of the Roman Empire must have felt in the early 5th century when reports of the Vandals on the march down the Roman roads on their way to Rome it's self reached him..    We are dealing with barbarians.  There is no love in the Koran it isn't a document of peace, but of contradictions, hate.and world domination. A world where woman are evil, have no rights, no power, and can be killed,  and dicarded like the trash.  An islamic male can have  four wives, and in addition "those of the right hand" which are as many female slaves as you can get your hands on.  Jews are evil incarnate and should and if given a chance will be exterminated.  Christians fair only just a little better at least we are given the chance to convert to Islam, or be killed. The Koran codifies slavery,  Science and technology are suspect and only to be used if it pushes forward Islamic domination. Which is why we can never let Iran have the Bomb.   We are fighting for our very civilization.  Israel understands this and thanks to The Moron in the Whitehouse  they are edging ever closer to a confrontation with Iran.  I am afraid it will become nuclear at which time Israel will utterly wipe Iran off of the face of the planet.

Given all the Muslims I have to deal with in my workplace it's not a book I can take to work.

Here's an excerpt from the SF novel I'm presently writing:

After the bombing practically all of the filth who called themselves “the followers” or “the children” of “The One” openly celebrated the murder of my wife Susan and my own daughter Alice, as if were a glorious achievement. 

Some of the filth who celebrated in public were assaulted and even beaten to death by others.  In the handful of cases that were actually brought to trial not one juror would vote for conviction.

There was at that time virtually no open sympathy for the followers of “The One.” 

Even the so-called People’s Army of Russia, who had their own list of grounds for wanting to see me dead, sent a message of condolence.

Gosh, that was nice of them.

There was no serious sympathy for that filth, at least outside of the Muslim Quarantine Zones.  Inside the zones there was, of course, the usual public celebration of a depraved act, followed by the usual expenditure of napalm and cluster munitions on the celebrants by the Quarantine Authority. 

I was still looking out into deep space.

“It was not deicide.”  I said in a whisper.  “I simply put down a traitor and a murderer.”
 

SciFi, I have been a sci-fi reader  for almost a half a century where can I find your books just the teaser from your latest effort sounds good.  

You are right about the book, as you can figure the author is already dead meat if he shows up anywhere the jihadists can get their hands on him. 

It's actually from what should be my first published novel.

Here's another excerpt:

Frank reentered the room. He brought in a two page printout of something and a thick paper-bound book with a black-colored cover.

He stopped and looked at everyone.

“Did I miss something? He said.

Kira spoke up.

“The subject of Earth came up.” She said.

“Did you mention the lamp post?” He replied.

“What lamp post?” I said.

Andy sounded a little bit embarrassed when he answered.

“The lamp post that the senior senator from New York may have been hanged from.” He said.

“May have?” I said.

“Well we can’t be certain,” Andy replied, “the post in the recorded location may have been replaced one or more times since The Reformation.”

Alice jumped into the conversation.

“There was a lot of looting going on since the fall of the Earth.” She said. “We sent an expert team to the reported location of the artifact and recovered it, though technically it was an act of looting.”

“It’s called archaeology.” I said. “Where is it?”

Frank answered the question.

“We gave it a good home.” He said.

That answer sounded distressingly familiar. Unlike the fictional Captain Kirk I tried not to raise my voice in response.

“Where?”

Alice smiled when she replied.

“We put it in front of the new planetary government center in Landfall.” She said. “And we gave it a nice brass plaque to remind every member of the Senate and the Assembly to be on their best behavior.”

I've done some fan fiction type stuff and some experimental chapters which may be recycled into the current work.

Excellent.  I am looking forward to your book, do you have a title for it yet?

The Path Of Life.

A title in the tradition of Heinlien, looking forward to it.

BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!

Seriously,

One thought that occurred to me in the writing process is that the phrase "SPACE BIMBO" is as essentially nonsensical as the phrase "Social Justice."

"The surgically inflated bleach blonde airhead would last about ten seconds in the environment that we [The Navy] and the Merchant Marine operate in.  The qualifier 'space' negates the meaning of the word 'bimbo' the way the qualifier 'social' negated the proper meaning of the concept of 'justice' in the phrase 'social justice.' back on old Earth."

[That mouthful was brought to you by the numbers six, nine, and the Minbari letter "tri".]

The reason THAT thought occurred is that I'm about to write the speech where I explain how the operating costs and the other difficulties, such as waiting for launch windows, of the interplanetary shipping of cloth and finished clothing articles by reaction drive spacecraft influenced the formal and casual dressing habits of women living in the environmentally controlled habitats of the Martian Colonies.

I will also at some point show how the minimalist fashion habits brought by the Martians to their new home world (52 light years away as the photon flies) will influence the regulations for the formal dress uniforms of  female officers in their armed forces.

Muslims are definitely NOT welcome there.

I just finished the chapter five.  It appears that I spent more words explaining the origin of the lady's personal weapon than on the economic factors leading to the minimalist tendency in ladies formal fashions.

This was when someone knocked on the inner door.
    I turned my head and yelled.
    “Come in!”
    The door opened and Miriam stepped into the room.
    If my jaw wasn’t permanently attached to my face it would have dropped to the floor.
    Excuse me, it would have dropped to the deck.
    Miriam was attired, some people wouldn’t say dressed, for a evening out in one of the habitats of Mars.
    In the old Martian tradition she wore a set of stiff cloth bands, in sapphire blue with gold edging, around her neck, her wrists, and her ankles. 
    This form of decoration, commonly called the cuffs and collar, began to some degree as a symbolic substitute for clothing items that were no longer being worn by young women in the Martian habitats due to the expense, and other difficulties, of importing clothing articles and raw cloth from Earth. 
    They also became a way for young women to indicate their level of sexual experience and their desired level of activity.
    The bands, which began as either a ribbon around the neck or around one or both wrists, were coded by the color of the ribbon and of the gold or silver edging by consensus.  Pure white meant zero experience, and black with gold edging meant that the young woman was about a half-step short of getting paid for it.
    I was always a little fuzzy about the meaning of the other color/edge combinations.
    The final form of the cuffs and collar, around the neck, wrists, and ankles, came as the result of an incident involving my granddaughter Alice, and an act of sarcasm on my part.
    On the center of collar Miriam wore a roughly “X” shaped piece of decorative gold jewelry.
    She also wore a matching sapphire blue skirt which rode low on her hips and ran down to her ankles.  There was a full slit, exposing her legs, up both sides of the skirt with the front and back panels attached at the top with two gold plated quick-release buckles in the old Martian style.
    I’m dead certain that there wasn’t anything worn under the skirt.  This was also in the old Martian tradition.
    She wore a pair of matching sapphire blue dress shoes and  an almost inch wide belt of sapphire blue with gold edging which ran from the left side of her waist in a shallow diagonal to the right side of her hips.  At the lower apex of the belt there was a pouch for her personal telephone and her own personal spike in its scabbard.
    Miriam wore nothing else.
    Her personal weapon, originally called a spike dagger, came into use by Martian women shortly after I assumed the office of planetary governor. 
    While we were careful on Earth in selecting colonists for Mars, we did not rack up a perfect score.  A woman was found dead in one of the greenhouse sections of the original Lowell City habitat.  The autopsy on her revealed that she had been raped.
    While the police, which was more of a basic public safety service back then, were working the case, I was holding a meeting in my new administrative office.
    Someone at the meeting had a really stupid idea.
    Guess who had to shoot down the idiot.
    “What you’re proposing,” I responded, “is the establishment of a full surveillance state of the type attempted prior to The Reformation.”
    I briefly took off my glasses and wiped them with a handkerchief for dramatic effect.
    “Even if this course of action was morally acceptable, there are a number of technical issues.”  I continued. 
    “First is that the components of the surveillance system have to manufactured here or imported from Earth.  This would either divert manufacturing resources here, or take up a space/mass allocation on the outbound cargo ships.”
    Dave Smith, was sitting to my right.  He was the Chief Administrator of Lowell City, and prior to my arrival was the de facto planetary governor.  He nodded in agreement with me.
    “Second,” I continued, “the construction and operation of a surveillance system would divert people, which we have too damned few of right now, from the productive and necessary work of the construction, maintenance, and support of Lowell City and other future habitats here on Mars.”
    Dave smiled.  He wasn’t really happy when I showed up on Mars with a presidential appointment as planetary governor.  But he was now on the program.
    “And what you have apparently failed to notice,” I said directly to the idiot who made the proposal, “is that we already have a system of surveillance and action in place.”
    Dave started to grin.  I had anticipated that someone would make such a stupid and statist suggestion.  I went over my counterproposal with him the day before the meeting.
    “Every woman on this planet already has a working set of sense organs and an active conscious mind.”  I said.  “What each and every woman on this planet needs is simply an instrument to carry out the necessary actions in defense of herself, and by extension, of every other woman on this planet.”
    I nodded toward Dave.  He stood up, placed a long wrapped package on the table, and spoke.
    “While the Governor and I both favor firearms for this sort of thing, there are some problems.”  He said.  “First is the cost of shipping ammunition up from Earth, and second, the fact that there are some places here in Lowell and in our future habitats where we don’t want to accidently punch a hole.”
    A lot of people up on Mars already had firearms.  I was wearing a commercial copy of the old M1911A1 pistol in a shoulder rig during the meeting.  Dave favored a nine-millimeter weapon for himself.  But not everybody here on Mars was properly armed.
    Dave moonlighted as a gun and blade smith and showed no small amount of pride when he unwrapped the package on the table.  He had personally made the instrument that he was proudly displaying in his hands in his own workshop the during previous night.
    “This,” he said, “is a spike type dagger.”
    He held it up for everyone to see.
    “As you can see it is made from steel and aluminum, materials which are readily available here on Mars.  It has a pointed shaft which is about eight inches long and a quarter of an inch thick.  The guard, handle, and butt are made from aluminum to minimize weight.  It should punch through a pressure suit, if that is necessary, and penetrate into the internal organs.”
    Dave laid the spike dagger prototype on the center line of the table in front of him.
    “Or go through the apparently thick skull of an assailant.”
    I stood up to speak.
    “And even if the assailant isn’t killed,” I said, “he’s going to have a hard time explaining his injuries to the triage nurse, and to the cops that she has summoned with the button under her desk.”
    In the present time Miriam said something.
    “Hello, Allen.”  She said.
    “Hello.”  I replied.

I see elements of H. Beam Piper, Ben Bova,  and perhaps early Heinlein.  With the fashions described in the above excerpt Illustrations would be great maybe you could get varmint to do some. 

Bova... forgot about him.

He really did have fun with the concept of a firefight on the Moon.

Yes, I'm sure Varmint would have fun doing illustrations for this. And I haven't even described the women's formal dress uniforms for their Navy.

I understand someboby is doing an animated version of Warlord of Mars.  I have all of Edgar Rice Burroughs books in first edition copies.  His Mars, and Venus series are the best of his writings.  I sincerely hope they do it right.  In the books John Carter, and company didn't much if any cloths.  It is not so much that I am interested in seeing naked bodies paraded in front of me at a theater it is because I want to see the actual narrative of the book come to life on the screen.. 

I'm sorry to say that I haven't actually read anything by Burroughs. 

I'm going to have to correct that someday.

It is easy to do catch up many of the Burrough's books are available in audio form from LibriVox, and Project Gutenburg has scanned in even more and best of all they are free.  These are not illegal bootlegs but out of copyright books. The best audio books come from Audilbe where they use professional voice actors to read the books, they are available directly from Audible, or from iTunes both are well worth the price..

When you publish your book make sure it is made available in an iBook format, The iPad, and the Kindle are the two biggies,  The iPad may well bury all of the others.  Amazon, and B&N both have iPad app's for their ebook offerings.  The nice thing about iTunes is you get a bigger cut of the purchase price..