Attribute to L. Neil Smith’s The Libertarian Enterprise

I had planned to work this morning. I am laboring over two novels, Ares, a Ngu Family story about the settlement and terraformation of Mars, and Only The Young Die Good, a sequel to my vampire tale, Sweeter Than Wine. Both are painfully near to completion, and after the delays occasioned by my recent convention trip to Denver and the 2016 General Election, I was really looking forward to getting on with what I do.

But it was not to frigging be. Yesterday I read about a notion so stultifyingly idiotic that I could not leave it without comment. Those, like Dr. Sean Gabb and me, who see many parallels between Brexit—which is being challenged in court, believe it or not (somebody writing about it said Shakespeare was right about lawyers)—and the election of Donald Trump, won’t be surprised to learn that a petition is being circulated on the Internet demanding (with the current Soros rent-a-riots in the background as an unspoken threat) that electors—the people who, under the Constitution, will really be voting for the President—trash the instructions issued to them by the voters in their states, and coronate the Woman With One Eyebrow, instead.

The principal argument being offered for this is that the crypto- racist Clinton actually won the “popular” election—that is, she got more votes than the Donald, but in all the wrong places (like Saudi Arabia, perhaps?). Now I carry absolutely no brief for the Electoral College. The only argument I ever heard for it amounts to Alexander Hamilton’s: “Your people, sir, is a great beast!” Anyone familiar with my novels knows that I see Hamilton as the ultimate bad-guy, the original Republicanoid elitist and the original role-model for fascists Henry Clay, Not-So-Honest-Abraham Lincoln, Woodrow Wilson, Herbert Hoover, and Richard Nixon.

On the other tentacle, I don’t believe for a nanosecond that uranium-peddling Clinton received more votes. The “official” figures (consider the source) place her slightly more than 300,000 votes ahead, out of 140,000,000. But how many of those votes were cast by dead people in Chicago and elsewhere, non-citizens egged on by the criminal Barry Obama, tens of thousands of felons allowed to vote by a corrupt state governor, Terry McAuliffe, ever-open polls, and so on? I’m willing to bet good money (if I had any) that those rotten ballots of Killery’s would vastly outnumber any difference between the two candidates’ totals.

The individual pushing this slimy crap is one Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta, otherwise known as “Lady Gaga”, a flamboyant pop-star and Marxoid activist, one of Hitlery’s die- hardest fan-girl supporters. Frankly, I don’t understand why. Gaga is actually very pretty, has an absolutely wonderful voice, possesses a rare theatrical flair, and writes hit songs (I write songs, too—it isn’t easy). Like another collectivist whose accomplishments I admire, J.K. Rowling, I wonder why she thinks she needs a parasite like the bribe-taking, rape-enabling Mrs Clinton. Does she actually understand that socialism is a deathtrap for civilization, but because she harbors some secret resentment against the human race, wants to punish them?

What did we ever do to her?

On a literary note, it’s worth observing that, according to Midsummer Mysteries, Inspector Lewis, and Poirot, the English crime dramas I binge-watch on Netflix, “ga-ga” is British slang for “senile” or “demented”. However, given the singer’s infantile sociopolitical analyses, perhaps she should call herself “Lady Goo-goo”.

I did not say that.

I am not here.

I read today that Gaga has two million petition signatures favoring her current stupidity. Turning an election over ought to be a crime—like suborning a witness, or threatening a jury. I’m going to put this essay on Facebook, ask that you share it around, and see how many Likes I can get. There may even be a lawsuit in the woodwork somewhere. Following Gaga’s own left-wing precepts, those of us whose songs are not hits could use a slice of bread from those whose songs are.

It’s only fair, right?