Tweet of the Day: Hype and its Consequences
Yeah, you saw this one coming a mile away, oh gentle reader. Or maybe you didn’t which makes the horror you feel right now that much more tangible. Alas, we shall proceed with the Troping none the less by presenting A Nazi by Any Other Name. You know him, you hate him. You know his style, his rhetoric, his adoring crowds that fill stadiums. Of course, the number one problem of this trope is that it feels a tad too on the nose.
Until it doesn’t.
I mean the real problem with the Nazis was (and still is) that they were a flavor of fascism, one of many that swept Europe and lingered throughout the world until this day. And, of course, history repeats itself in part because people take cues from the past, just like the Nazis did (and many of those cues came from Britain and the U.S.).
Then you have old Godwin’s Law show up. Again, calling everyone a Nazi just misses the point, specially when the real thing shows up. When done well, this trope reminds us that the Past is Prologue.
From: Alliance News Entertainment Desk
September 10, 2197
Ancient Song Awes Audiences
By Joan Calder
TAYSERI WARD,THE CITADEL- The asari singer Jiala Janios powerful performance of a recently translated song from the Lengk archives found in the Ybarra Cluster (see New Pre-Prothean Culture Discovered) brought the assembled audience to their feet. The 50,000 strong audience gave the performance a five minute standing ovation. The Larathos Intuition children’s choir joined Janios in the audio visual performance that included holographic imagery extracted from the archives. The story of the Lengk unfolded through the recreation of the journey of an ancient solar barge as it flew past the former civilization’s home worlds. The audience saw images of places, peoples and species extinct for over 400,000 years standard.
Jiala Janios will join Immu, the Lengk synthetic found in the ruins, in a tour across Citadel space.
Tweet of the Day: Nine Adorable Pets in Space Illustrated
She answered the insult with a swift stroke of her sword. The severed head left a bloody smear in the fresh snow. Gasha planted a foot on the prince’s corpse and bellowed to others, “Orc women are smart because orcs are smart. Orc women are strong because orcs are strong. Orc women have skills because orcs have skills. You can’t birth an orc without strength. You can’t teach orc without being smart. You can not survive as an orc without skill. We are these things because we are orcs.”
Lady Arana stepped forward, “Well said Lady Gasha.” She signaled to her entourage, “Take my brother, or what’s left of him, away.”
Tweet of the Day: No One Should Feel Alone
According to the Encyclopedia Britannica, defies this trope as:
Art Deco, also called style moderne , movement in the decorative arts and architecture that originated in the 1920s and developed into a major style in western Europe and the United States during the 1930s. Its name was derived from the Exposition Internationale des Arts Décoratifs et Industriels Modernes, held in Paris in 1925, where the style was first exhibited. Art Deco design represented modernism turned into fashion. Its products included both individually crafted luxury items and mass-produced wares, but, in either case, the intention was to create a sleek and antitraditional elegance that symbolized wealth and sophistication.
It is everything we think of the early 20th century in a neat package that contains: skyscrapers, aerodynamic design, black and white movies and the swing life. But it was more than that. It was escapism at its finest from a war to end all wars, an influenza epidemic that destroyed between 50 to 100 million lives and the racial strife that tore at the heart of Empires. It was the promise of that if you worked hard enough or had the right scheme you too could join the ranks of the rich and famous. It was the dream of a fantastic future just around the corner while millions wallowed in the smoky grime inherent in the Industrial Revolution. Above all else it shouted an easy going control of all things, of the nature of life and man through the wonders of technology.
And while Art Deco seems a thing of the past, the ideas resurface time and time again from the Jet Age to the Information Age.
So let the good times roll before the world burns.
Just because Trump is a walking piece of human excrement doesn’t mean that Clinton is perfect, far from it. If the Republicans had fielded a competent candidate, Clinton would be down 20 points across the board. And it goes well beyond things like, “You hate her because she is a woman,” and “If you don’t like her you must be a Fox News junky.”
At a time when the country, if not the world cries out for radical change, in economic and defense policies, a push for true equality and the strength to tackle global climate change, Clinton represents the neo-liberal self-protectionist racket of the last three and a half decades. She stands for, at best, glacial change meant to mollify the on the edge middle class terrified of the chaos of minorities asserting their rights, foreign enemies stalking our picket fenced lanes and invasive assaults on our sexual personhood. She peddles in fear as much as the other candidate and offers no lasting solutions to the systemic problems of a decaying Eurocentric world.
So no, she is not as bad as Trump, but she offers a conservative view of the world that calls out for solutions to problems she is deliberately ignorant of and blissfully willing to tackle with the flimsiest of slogans. In other words, the choice is between setting one self on fire or keeping drinking the poison.
Tweet of the Day: Musings on HBO Westworld Episode One
My story? I got a million of them! Should I tell you about the child of the handsome elven ranger and the saucy daughter of a gentry farmer? Or perhaps the one about laughing rogue who stole the heart of a pretty acolyte of Zilchus? Perhaps the story about the quick witted apprentice who outsmarted their portly master, the Wizard Zathos? Sure, Zathos was clever enough when it came to books and incantations, but gormless when it came to everything else. Maybe the one about the leader of an urchin gang who swept through market’s day like a windstorm and liberated countless victims of their valuables right under the eyes of the Watch.
Well, to tell the truth, none of those stories are about me, at least not directly. I come from a long line of highwaymen, thieves and rogues, the duBoroughs. Some say that we founded the Guild, but we never that important. We prefer to let others take the lead, while we reap the rewards. Mother was an apprentice to Zarthos, were in she met my father and together robbed him of everything he owned. My uncle, on my father’s side, was a cavalryman in the crazed Overking Ivid’s armies. When the inevitable came to pass, he turned to banditry, we think he may have a hold somewhere in the battlefield between the North Kingdom and Ahlissa, where he and his men raid both sides. He may have scampered away with a saucy wench or three in his time. That pretty acolyte of Zilchus? She my grandmother on my mother’s side. She also happened to be a priestess of Olidamara. And yes it was a set up for another grand heist. Let’s just say that the sniveling followers of Zilchus still, to this very day, hold a mighty grudge against us. It may well be why we seem to get all the gold but never really keep it.
As for me, oh gentle sir, I am but a humble servant, at your service. Need to pawn off a valuable gem, come to me. Need something lifted in a hurry without worry, I am your man. When dirty deeds need to be done they will be done, but they never come dirt cheap.
Tweet of the Day: Pink Sunset
No new trope this week. Instead I shall pose a question(s) to you, oh gentle readers, what tropes you believe need to die. What tropes show absolute laziness on the part of writers? What tropes what you can do without and why?
Input your answers in the comment section below or send them to @RafaWriter with the hashtag #KillThisTrope.