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Gabriel Fitzpatrick
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Wanderer, dissident, refugee, hedonist, solipsist, romantic. Indie as fuck.
Wanderer, dissident, refugee, hedonist, solipsist, romantic. Indie as fuck.

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I wrote this post long ago and never published it under the (in retrospect naive) hope of an authorial platform, and while you need to replace some words one way or another, the recent sensitivity witch hunt reminds me of it.

I don't give a fuck about your group, your cause, your creed, or your priorities. Your race, your gender, your group. I, as a white-as-driven-snow, sometimes-wealthy, well-bred, well-educated, born-rich, impossibly lucky, Sunday-stroll-down-easy-street-living, and (let's just face it) brilliant, beautiful, (did I mention?) white First-World man who grips onto every privilege, opportunity, advantage, and pleasure presented do not, at all, give a fuck. Your gender, your race, your sexuality, your creed, your derivation, your self-definition, your amalgamation, your Friday night fucking poker game, I do not care in even the most cursory fashion. Feminists, MRAs, Communists, Socialists, Fascists, corporatists, Libertarians, anarchocapitalists, Christians, Muslims, Jews, pagans, hippies, primitavists, technocrats, transmontainists, Indians, Americans, Russians, Irish, English, German, Chinese, Kongolese, poor, rich, slaves, masters, sexual deviants (see also slaves and masters), chefs, receptionists, doctors, lawyers, politicians, welfare recipients, cat people, dog people, lovers of black licorice, let me know in the comments if I missed you, I could save up fucks for a thousand years, and my budget would still not leave a fuck.

I care about you. I genuinely do. You, individually. I actually do have a personal interest in every individual on earth.

What I do not care about is your self-created, self-defined, self-sustaining group of directionlessly demanding victims. I spent a decade working for the oppressed. I spent a decade watching the response was. I spent a decade watching a simple and unimpressive pattern emerge:

Every good turn (or bad turn, or unrelated turn) done earns a firmer and more extreme demand. An argument demands a protest, a protest demands a campaign, a campaign demands a revolution. None of them ask for an opportunity to serve others, because each group has no direction, no purpose beyond its own perpetuation. To expect altruism, to expect repayment is like demanding a cow provide grain; a cow exists to make more cows, and no situation can draw a cow away from the making of more cows, because that is the one and only purpose of a cow. A cow has no foresight, no plans, no preparations, no give and take. A cow simply has the accumulation of cows ad infinitum.

I do not care.

Ask yourself this, looking at your outcomes: Does anyone else?

The concluding point of power is impotence, by definition. Each man’s power rises to a certain capacity and terminates, reaching the high water mark beyond which he simply cannot fill the basin. However, most can look upwards for higher marks, can see where others meet with impotence and, by comparison, attach a piece of themselves to those marks, those men, by virtue of a perceived or imagined commonality.

For a man of tremendous means, though, which is to say tremendous power, to plumb the precise depth of his abilities is to approximate the depth of the species. His point of impotence is so great that it washes away that of all others, and where he sits he can look upwards and see the untouched and unreachable in full, glaring, inescapable horror.

It is for this reason that despair comes as easily to the top as the bottom. The powerless man looks at what everyone around him has and weeps for his personal ignominy; the powerful man looks at what he has and weeps for the very well of potential itself.

It isn’t lonely at the top, but rather desolate.


Working title has been changed to Pretty Girl, Pretty Parrot, Pretty Dead

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Having read an advance copy, I was very impressed with this piece. It's well worth pre-ordering.
For those who may have missed it. 

Feathered Touch book 2 in my dark urban fantasy series is up for pre-order! It's only $1.99, but will go up to $3.99 soon after the full release. 

Deep in the ancient forests, a strange cult led by angels is slaughtering innocent humans. The Wyrd Sisters send their troubleshooter Thalia and her pack into the forest to stop them. Thalia thinks this will be a welcome distraction from problems with her pack and with her ever-more-tangled love life … but there’s more going on than she knows. The leader of the cult has an ambitious goal: To kill the gods. All the gods. 

Thalia finds herself torn between her past and a possible new future. Does she chase her centuries-old dream of freedom, or stand by the Sisters – and pay the ultimate price?

I tend to believe everyone has a book in them... I'm just not fully convinced everyone should let it out.

Every time I deal with indie authors, I find them more contemptible and pathetic than the time before.

Yes, there are exceptions but I can genuinely say that I find complete illiterates (not to be confused with mere subliterates) more interesting, insightful, artistically minded, and reasonable than the average indie author.

I genuinely don't know if the same can be said for traditionally published authors, having never have the pleasure of dealing with them, but at the very least indies have given no sign that, as a group, they have any features more redeeming than blind, pathological loyalty to those with whom they personally identify.

"I hate the new policy about giving reviews to people I know!"

Why so, very reasonable indie author not at all living in a delusional fantasy world?

"It stops me from supporting my friends with positive reviews of their work!"

Would you ever give a friend a bad review if their work was garbage, deeply ethical and altogether perceptive indie author?

"Of course not! That would be a personal attack like all negative reviews! I only want to be supportive!"

Exactly.


The reason they did it is to stop circle-jerking of the precise sort indie authors are (very rightly) infamous for. You hate it for the same reason pederasts hate the Amber Alert system.

I have now read every post from the past 48 hours that G+ felt I deserved. I arrived at 3:32.

Just a quick update on how well G+ is doing on that algorithm. 

I was very upset with Google for filtering search results to agree with their socio-political agenda. Outraged, even. I thought to myself, "Well, fuck them, I can replace them with like 10 other people! This is one man willing to lead the charge!"

Then I started looking around and realized that Apple, Amazon, eBay, and like a thousand others are also banning content containing certain symbols they disagree with.

Now I just feel... lonely. 
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