Day - SJWs Always Lie: Taking Down the Thought Police

NON-FICTION

Astronomy and Astrophysics by Dr. Sarah Salviander

A History of Strategy: From Sun Tzu to William S. Lind by Martin van Creveld

Equality: The Impossible Quest by Martin van Creveld

On War: The Collected Columns of William S. Lind 2003-2009 by William S. Lind

Four Generations of Modern War by William S. Lind

Transhuman and Subhuman: Essays on Science Fiction and Awful Truth by John C. Wright

SJWs Always Lie: Taking Down the Thought Police by Vox Day

MILITARY SCIENCE FICTION

Riding the Red Horse Vol. 1 ed. Tom Kratman and Vox Day

There Will Be War Vol. I ed. Jerry Pournelle

There Will Be War Vol. II ed. Jerry Pournelle

SCIENCE FICTION

Awake in the Night by John C. Wright

Awake in the Night Land by John C. Wright

City Beyond Time: Tales of the Fall of Metachronopolis by John C. Wright

Somewhither by John C. Wright

Big Boys Don't Cry by Tom Kratman

The Stars Came Back by Rolf Nelson

Hyperspace Demons by Jonathan Moeller

On a Starry Night by Tedd Roberts

Do Buddhas Dream of Enlightened Sheep by Josh M. Young

QUANTUM MORTIS A Man Disrupted by Steve Rzasa and Vox Day

QUANTUM MORTIS Gravity Kills by Steve Rzasa and Vox Day

QUANTUM MORTIS A Mind Programmed by Jeff Sutton, Jean Sutton, and Vox Day

Victoria: A Novel of Fourth Generation War by Thomas Hobbes

FANTASY

One Bright Star to Guide Them by John C. Wright

The Book of Feasts & Seasons by John C. Wright

A Magic Broken by Vox Day

A Throne of Bones by Vox Day

The Gladiator's Song by Vox Day

The Wardog's Coin by Vox Day

The Last Witchking by Vox Day

Summa Elvetica: A Casuistry of the Elvish Controversy by Vox Day

The Altar of Hate by Vox Day

The War in Heaven by Theodore Beale

The World in Shadow by Theodore Beale

The Wrath of Angels by Theodore Beale

CASTALIA CLASSICS

The Programmed Man by Jean and Jeff Sutton

Apollo at Go by Jeff Sutton

First on the Moon by Jeff Sutton

AUDIOBOOKS

A Magic Broken, narrated by Nick Afka Thomas

Four Generations of Modern War, narrated by William S. Lind

TRANSLATIONS

Srjetty taika

QUANTUM MORTIS Un Hombre Disperso

QUANTUM MORTIS Gravedad Mata

Una Estrella Brillante para Guiarlos

QUANTUM MORTIS Um Homem Desintegrado

QUANTUM MORTIS Gravidade Mortal

Uma Magia Perdida

Mantra yang Rusak

La Moneta dal Mercenario

I Ragazzoni non Piangono

QUANTUM MORTIS

QUANTUM MORTIS Der programmierte Verstand

Grosse Jungs weinen nicht

The new world order of social justice and comradeship, the rational and classless state, is no wild idealistic dream, but a logical extrapolation from the whole course of evolution, having no less authority than that behind it, and therefore of all faiths the most rational.

Joseph Needham, Time: the Refreshing River, 1943

It begins on a day like any other. You drive to work, listen to the radio as the traffic inches along, park the car when you finally arrive at work, and greet the secretary at the front desk as you walk to your office. You go over your morning emails while drinking from the coffee mug a vendor gave you, and as you're in the middle of writing a reply to one of your accounts, your boss knocks on your open door.

What's up? you say without turning around to look at him, continuing to type on your keyboard.

Do you have some time to stop by my office this morning? he says.

Something in his voice sounds unusual. You stop typing and turn around. Your eyes narrow. Your boss seems uncomfortable; he doesn't seem to want to meet your eyes.

Sure, let me just send a few more of these emails that can't wait. Fifteen minutes okay?

That will be fine. He's looking strangely cagey. Normally he'll come right in and sit down on the corner of your desk and talk your ear off about the weekend, but now it's as if he can't wait to get out of your office. After ten years at the company, you've got a pretty good sense for when something is taking place behind the scenes among the higher-ups, and now your corporate survival radar is definitely picking up signs of potential trouble on the horizon.

Is it a layoff? Is the company up for sale? Did one of your accounts cancel without telling you? You wrack your brain, but you can't think of any major screwups you might have committed. There was no indication of any disasters looming in your email or on your voice mail this morning. Did Accounting reject your expenses from your last trip to San Francisco? That doesn't seem likely. You didn't even spend your full per-diem!

So, what's this about, anyway? You try to make it sound natural, but for some reason, your throat is suddenly dry, and your voice sounds tight.

He looks up and down the hallway before answering. He's hesitant to answer, and when he does, he won't tell you anything. Well, I'd rather wait until you come to my office to discuss it. I'll see you there in fifteen.

He leaves, and you stare at the empty doorway for a long while, wondering what on Earth that was all about. You turn back to your computer and go through your emails mechanically, your mind still half-occupied with trying to figure out what this mysterious meeting could possibly be about.

Fifteen minutes later, reinforced with a fresh mug of coffee, you make your way to your boss's office with a vague feeling of trepidation.

Hey, so what's going on? you say, your voice artificially bright.

Would you mind closing the door? your boss says. He's not smiling.

Oh, this is not going to be good, you think, even as you force a smile and comply before taking the empty chair in front of his desk.

He clears his throat. He folds his hands. He forces himself to look at you; he's wearing his serious face, the one you last saw when he announced the most recent round of layoffs. He clears his throat again; it's obvious that he really doesn't want to talk to you about whatever it is. With some difficulty, you resist the urge to tell him to hurry up and get on with it already.

I'm afraid we've had a complaint about an incident that appears to concern a violation of the company's Code of Conduct last month, he says. By you.

The Code of Conduct? What the Hell? You're vaguely aware that the company has one; you even read it for laughs one slow afternoon, so you know it's nothing but two pages of meaningless feel-good blather. Equal opportunity, be nice, be respectful, don't discriminate, don't kill anyone, yada yada yada. You're not even sure how anyone in your position could violate the Code of Conduct if he tried, short of stealing something from the company or punching somebody in the face. It's not like you have the power to hire or fire anyone.

And so it begins. Without even realizing it, you have been offered as a sacrifice to that most rational of faiths: social justice.