|This puppy is ready for WAR|
In his books, Love in the Ruins, Walker Percy wrote that anyone not on the left tended to adopt insults as a battle cry. I think he was referring to something Barry Goldwater did.
Anyway, that tradition really has continued, with politicians adopting nicknames that is basically a reductio ad absurdum of every insult ever thrown at them.
That's why, if you look down the Sad Puppy backers, you have "Sarah Hoyt, Evil Yet Beautiful Space Princess" (Yes, as a proper name), Larry Correia has adopted the moniker as the International Lord of Hate. Brad Torgersen .... anyway, we'll get there in a moment.
To be honest, I have no idea how many were self-named, and how many just sort of ... happened (and how many originated with John C. Wright having fun with it all). I'm not that close with them. I'm "friends" with Brad and Larry on Facebook, and we all know what that's worth. Sarah Hoyt's nickname is especially hilarious since she's about as Evil as, well, a puppy. A real puppy, not a sad puppy... oh screw you, you know what I mean. She's downright pleasant and nice, and will even talk to losers like me. I also know Cedar Sanderson ... though I don't know if we're friends friends, or acquaintance-friends. Sarah and Cedar talk to me. So you now know the extent of our relationship.
Anyway, back in January, I tripped over a funny piece by Vox Day -- presumably before Vox declared "Burn this bitch down!" about the Hugos -- which basically boiled down to "The monthly staff meeting of the Evil League of Evil" (in the Lair of the Puppies).
For some reason, ever since I heard about the death threats on the Puppies, and I wondered when Larry Correia or Brad would be SWATted, all I could think of was, well, what would happen?
For those people who are not familiar with the concept of SWATting, it's the practice where someone calls 911, insisting that the target has a gun, is violent and actively threatening to shoot people, in the hopes that the SWAT team knocks down someone's door and possibly gets them killed. Fun, huh? This has been a tactic that's come up in the last year. I was going to call this SWATing Sad Puppies, but I can't see that title going over well.
But just imagine....
|From his personal collection.|
[Phone] Hey, Larry, it's Sgt. Murphy, down at the station?
[LC rises from the mattress. Grabs the water pitcher filled with the tears of puppies, and pours himself a drink] Hey, Murph. What's up?
[Murphy] Well, you see, we had this call come into 911. Caller said you were going to shoot somebody. Do you have John Scalzi over?
[LC] Nah. I was asleep. Haven't threatened anybody in ... hours, really. And that was with my death stare.
[Murphy] The SWAT team was told, and everybody knew your address, so we figured I should just call. Can I come in? I'm outside.
[LC sighs] Sure, why not?
[LC arises, steps on his carpet of skinned puppies, kicks the bazooka back under the bed, and strides down the hall, the house shaking with every step. He passes the wall of machine guns, hangs a right down the stairs, where the hunting rifles line the walls. He touches the handguns by the door like a mezuzah, then opens the door.]
[Murphy] I really appreciate it, Larry.
[LC] Not a problem. I understand. Coming down to the range next weekend to improve your shooting?
[Murphy takes a few steps in, looks around, heads out] Yup. Thanks again, Larry. See you Friday at the BBQ
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