I have cut my consumption of bread to almost nothing. And so when I want a slice, I’m not going to waste it on run-of-the-mill sandwich bread. I want something delicious. And the best bread we’ve found is the La Brea Bakery bread that’s sold at Smith’s and other Kroger food stores.
Our favorites are the cranberry walnut loaf, the toasted sunflower honey loaf, and the pecan raisin loaf. These breads are made the old-fashioned way with a substantial crumb and a crackly, chewy crust that’s a joy to eat. And unlike the bread from a chain bread company that will remain unnamed, these loaves are actually fully cooked.
We just got two loaves today on our trip to Logan. We came
back home, cut a few slices, popped them in the toaster, buttered, and ate with
some chicken noodle soup. Pure bread heaven.
With that bread you might want some bratwurst. Not grocery store brats. Real brats. If so, I found the spot to get them (thank you, Larry Correia). There’s a gem of a butcher’s shop in Morgan, Utah called Bingham’s Custom Meats. It’s clean, well-lit, and nice-smelling. The people there are friendly. And they have over thirty different flavors of brats.
Bratwurst, by the way, comes from German. It’s made up of
two words. “Brat,” which means finely chopped meat, and “wurst,” which means
sausage. At Bingham’s they don’t add nitrates or any other preservatives. Their
recipes are pork mixed with various sets of spices.
So far I’ve tried nine of their flavors, and they’ve all
been delicious. They’re great for a low-carb diet. A Bingham’s brat and a bunch
of cooked vegetables makes an awesome lunch. If you want, you can also just
slit the casing and cook the sausage patty or stir fry style.
I’ve also cut my consumption of sweets. Which means if I eat
something, I want it to be worth it. And so it gives me great pleasure to
report my discovery of a wonderful flavor of Aggie ice cream at the USU Creamery—it’s
called lemon custard.
I know. Lemon ice cream?
And when I say ice cream, I mean ice cream. This is not a
sherbet. And let me tell you right now, this ice cream is amazing. It’s amazing
all by itself. It’s amazing with a banana, which they sell at the creamery. Furthermore,
for a little fun, if you combine it with the regular Aggie chocolate, the two
together taste like a Tootsie Roll. No lie.
I had it last month, and the month before, and I can’t wait for
another date with the wife to go enjoy another scoop.
Last week, I was booted out of Codex Writers, a private, online writer’s group that I’d been a member of for somewhere around fifteen years. I’m not broken up about it, but the reason for said booting is interesting, unexpected, and worth a post.
Over the years, writers moved in and out of the group, but there were usually somewhere around fifty to a hundred members active on the boards. We discussed the writing craft and business. We held writing contests. We provided critiques. People shared interesting things about their lives.
The group has moderators. And the moderators got together last week and decided John Brown had to go.
What, of all the sins one may commit online, triggered this?
Was it refusing to stop posting pictures of cats?
Using too many emoticons?
Infecting everyone’s pages with Russian spam bots?
Nope. Nope. Nope.
I know what you’re thinking. Surely, John, you must have
been posting in a belligerent, arrogant, and strident way. You must have been a
That’s what you’d think.
I assumed that’s what the problem was too. I invited those
who were angry and hurt to come to my personal thread and explain what it was
that was making them so hurt and angry. A number took me up on the offer. And,
to my great surprise, one of their criticisms was that I was too polite.
One person posted that my politeness made her think I was sealioning (a new term to me). Other’s agreed.
Another person said that my polite manner surely indicated I wasn’t sincere. Other’s agreed.
In fact, one of the moderators stated that being polite was part of the insidious problem that was John Brown. She said that my politeness had suckered folks in to letting my awful behavior go on too long.
I was offensive, and I was too dang polite about it.
So what was I doing?
Well, I was asking for evidence.
Don’t ask for evidence
My sin was suggesting that some claims being made about a
certain topic seemed to be premature. My sin was in looking at the evidence
being offered to support some of these claims and firmly stating that I
couldn’t see how it supported the conclusions.
On every topic on the forum, we could question claims and
discuss evidence in an effort to figure things out. But there was one topic, as
I learned, for which a number of the active members and the moderators decided
that was forbidden.
The topic was systemic or “institutionalized” discrimination.
On the forum, most of the discussion was how it related to publishing.
They explained to me that it was offensive for me to want to
see if the evidence actually supported the claims. It was offensive to post when
I couldn’t see that it did.
You might wonder how in the world can that be offensive.
After all, evidence is one of the first things we ask for when people make
If Billy Joe comes up to you and says, “Son, aliens done landed in my yard last night. I swear it on a stack of Bibles.” Most of us would want some additional evidence.
We’d want to see the video he took and look at the burn mark
in his lawn and the broken branches he said were made when their ship landed.
And we’d want to see the report showing that the residue collected off the
swing set was a substance unknown to mankind.
But it isn’t just claims about aliens that we do this with.
Historians do it about history.
Scientists do it about science.
Courts require it for reaching verdicts.
Heck, we even do it when we look at movie reviews—we use
those reviews as evidence that the movie is going to probably be good or bad.
We’re always looking for evidence to see if our guesses are
right. But on this topic, wanting evidence was offensive. I was told it was
“hurtful” and “damaging.”
The logic of micro-aggressionism
How could folks get to the point where wanting and
challenging evidence for claims was a bad thing?
Well, quite easily. And they aren’t the first to do it.
And lest you think this unfortunate logic is found only in
obscure writers groups, you need to know it has spread to many American university campuses.
That means it’s eventually coming to an organization near you. And that means
chances are good that you or someone close to you will have to face, at some
time or another, online or elsewhere, an angry mob (or moblet, as the case may
So let’s examine the logic so that when you do, you’ll be
able to see the response for what it is, name it, and bring its tenets out into
the light and show them for what they are.
Here’s their logic.
ONE, each of us
has our individual prejudices, biases, and beliefs about the world.
I’m sure you agree with this. It seems pretty obvious. One
guy might think soccer is for wimps, and another might think football is for
lumbering meatheads. Of course, it’s not just about sports. We also hold views
about people from other groups. Depending on your experience, the media you’ve
been exposed to, and the statements and behavior of those around you, you might
have unconsciously picked up certain beliefs about Asians, Blacks, Hispanics,
Germans, Swedes, engineers, clowns, etc.
society has its prejudices and biases as well because it’s made up of
individuals. But not all of the beliefs are as common as others. Some beliefs
are more common in the group than others.
I’m sure you agree with this too. A lot of Americans like
football, but some don’t. A lot of Europeans like soccer, but there are some
who don’t. We can see this with our beliefs about various groups. For example, ask
anyone in the USA what they think about Nazis, hippies, or hockey players, and
you’ll find a common response.
THREE, various prejudices
and biases can get perpetuated in the society. This is what the
micro-aggressionists call systemic discrimination.
I’m sure you’re nodding along here as well. Americans have
loved football for generations. Europeans have loved soccer too. Views are passed
on from parents to children. They’re passed on via the media. There’s a
systemic introduction to and reinforcement of those likes, dislikes, and
I think we’ll all together here.
However, this is the point where the micro-aggressionists diverge.
When those who have bought into the micro-aggressionist
views see any disparity between groups they focus on (ethnic minorities, women,
and minority genders), they claim, FOUR,
that the disparity between the two groups MUST be because of systemic discrimination.
Nothing else could be the cause.
I was told it wasn’t up for question. Furthermore, I was told that you can’t prove such things anyway. It’s “like ecology.” And so I shouldn’t ask. I was also told that questioning simply proved that I was lazy and ignorant, because if I’d done any amount of thinking or study, I’d agree with them.
But it didn’t stop there. They claim, FIVE, that if you question their default answer, you’re not only an ignoramus, but you are also hurting others. Literally hurting them.
The very act of asking for evidence, they say, is a micro aggression,
a micro threat, a micro attack. It’s a tiny assault. And those tiny assaults
perpetuate the discrimination. So if you disagree, you’re bullying and hurting.
If you question, challenge, or want evidence, you’re damaging people’s lives.
And this all leads them to their final conclusion—SIX, if you won’t voluntarily stop, you
must be made to stop. You must be silenced. And if you can’t be silenced, then
you must be banished.
Did you see where they went off the rails?
The fact is that there are a LOT of factors that could cause
differences in the situations between two people. And systemic discrimination
is ONLY ONE of them. And until you’ve really dug into it, there’s no way to
tell how large a factor it is, or if it’s a factor at all.
Here are just a few of the factors that have been shown to
have significant effects on a person’s success:
Beliefs about self-efficacy
Whether you were born and raised in a single-parent family
How wealthy your family was
Whether you graduated from high school
Certain pollutants in the environment
Where you lived
Your level of attractiveness (and it’s different attributes for men versus women)
Level of activity in a religion
Notice that none of them have anything to do with ethnicity,
skin color, or gender. To ignore these as contributing factors in any given
situation is not only simplistic and wrong-headed, it can be harmful.
For example, why do Blacks have such high murder rates in
some of our biggest cities?
Micro-aggressionism would ignore all the many factors above
and assume that it must be some form of systemic racism. It would demand you
accept that explanation. And tell you you’re ultimately contributing to a
perpetuation of high murder rates if you question it.
Luckily, there are others who are looking into that issue. One strong correlation is with high out-of-wedlock birthrates. Another, with the spike in the late ’70s, is with unleaded gasoline. Or was it simply the boom in males aged 15-24? Or is it possible that murder rates are caused by different mixtures of factors at different times? Look at the graphs here.
What if a major factor is out-of-wedlock births? That has nothing to do with discrimination. It has everything to do with a life choice. And if that is indeed one of the main causes, then we can help save thousands of lives by figuring out a way to help the kids in those cities make better life choices and avoid getting pregnant outside of marriage. What if a pollutant is a compounding factor? Working on fuzzy claims of racism isn’t going to take lead out of the air.
But those under the sway of micro-aggressionism gloss over all of that. They are like doctors who diagnose every symptom as a sign of a broken leg.
Your chest hurts?
It must be a broken leg.
You’re bleeding from the head?
It must be a broken leg.
Your belly is distended?
Dang, another broken leg.
The second error the micro-aggressionist philosophy makes is
in thinking disagreement is bad.
Yes, it can be uncomfortable when people disagree with you.
Yes, disagreement, even when polite, can stress you, raise
your anxiety level, or make you lose sleep.
But if you forbid disagreement, then you lose all of the
good things disagreement and the challenging of ideas brings.
Things like science and the search for truth.
Things like votes for women.
Things like civil rights.
The progress of our society has only been possible because
we’ve been able to disagree. When we begin to think disagreement is bad, we
start down a road that ultimately leads to a tragic end. One we’ve seen over
It’s the road of the Taliban and ISIS. The road of the Inquisition.
The road of the KKK. It’s one of the main roads that leads to oppression.
In the last century, Joseph Stalin, the champion of
socialism, the champion of the common man, the one who wanted to wipe out
inequity, killed an estimated 9-20 million non-combatants. Compare that to the estimated
11-12 million Hitler and his Nazi regime killed. What was Stalin’s view on
disagreement? “Ideas are far more powerful than guns,” he said. “We don’t let
our people have guns. Why should we let them have ideas?”
To Stalin, disagreement with his socialist ideas was
hurtful. It was damaging. It perpetuated inequality. Those that expressed even
a whiff of it were either shot or shipped off to the Gulag, the wonderful
forced-labor prison camps where people died in droves.
Mao, Pol Pot, and others all felt the same way about their
But the micro-aggressionist philosophy blindly ignores that. It ignores they all started with the righteous cause of equality.
Sure, in the beginning, it might feel like the yellow brick
road, but that path doesn’t lead to Oz. It doesn’t even lead to the witch’s
place. That road leads to Mordor.
If you go there and raise that regime, you’d better hope two
little fellows show up who have the courage to disagree.
The truth is that disagreement is like the tension and stress you feel when you workout and build muscles. It leads to a healthy, vibrant, and strong society.
Banning disagreement is like banning exercise. The result is a dramatic loss of health. A society of couch potato, Ding Dong hunchbacks.
The writer’s group I got kicked out of is filled with good and interesting people. I wish them no ill will. And, again, I’m not broken up about being thrown out. Oh sure, there were good conversations and helpful insights. But, ultimately, it means one less distraction. And that’s good for me getting books out the door.
However, the ideology that some there hold is simplistic, unhelpful, and wrong. It’s not going to take them where they want to go. We know because we’ve seen how that movie ends.
And it appears it hasn’t run its course yet in our society. Which means at some point in the future, you’re probably going to meet folks who have, out of the goodness of their hearts, fallen for this logical trap.
I hope you find opportunity to speak up.
When you do, I hope you treat them politely and with good humor.
And I hope you clearly and unfailingly disagree.
If you want to know more, here are some great reads and
interviews to get you started.
How we pick up unconscious biases
“The Hidden Brain”. This is a Radio West interview of Shankar Vedantam. Nobody conducts interviews better than Doug Fabrizio. In this one Vedantam shares fascinating insights about how we pick up our unconscious biases.
Fast and Slow by Daniel Khaneman. A good-humored and groundbreaking
tour of the two systems in the mind that drive the way we think and the
resulting cognitive biases.
I love the sunny winters we get up at Bear Lake. I hate the
snow that my car brings into the garage. Because the snow melts, and the water
runs to the bottom corners of the garage and pools there, creating a huge mess until
I get out there with my cement squeegee.
Who wants to continually be moving crap in and out of the
garage so you can squeegee it? And in the winter when it’s freezing?
For years I’ve wanted to do something about it, but what can
you do after the concrete of your garage is poured?
Well, this year, after the first big storm, I got sick and
tired of traipsing through the water and mud and cleaning all that crap up. So
I put my massive Google-fu skills to work. And, lo and behold, I discovered a
product called TruContain.
It’s a car mat for your garage. It’s made of thick vinyl and
has raised edges.
I bought one.
The UPS man delivered it not many days later.
The installation instructions were simple. Two steps. The
perfect number for me to manage. Step one was to let it warm up in the house
for twenty-four hours so it was easier to unroll. I did that. Step two was to unroll
and position it in the garage where we park our car. That took about a minute. So
far so good.
No soon after the mat was deployed, we had another snow
storm. The van went out for daily driving and came back with an undercarriage
covered in ice and snow. We parked the van on the mat. The ice and snow melted.
And the mat caught it and contained it.
I was delighted.
The next day the van went out for another day’s use and came
back all covered in snow and ice again. The snow and ice melted, along with a
bunch of dirt. And the mat caught it again!
I was whooping for joy.
I’m still whooping for joy because my garage is dry!
If we get a lot of water on the mat, I’ll use the shop vac
to suck it up. I took out five gallon of dirty, cold water the first time. Five
gallons that would have flooded my garage! If there’s not too much water on the
mat, I’ll drag the mat out with a helper and dump the water on the lawn.
I love my TruContain garage mat.
If you have winter water mess in your garage, you’ll want to
consider it. I got mine from the manufacturer garageflooringllc.com.
One word of advice. If you get one, don’t get one bigger
than you need. If it’s too big, then the mat will stick out from the sides of
the car, and when you go to step out, you’ll be stepping out into your mini
I enjoy books about Army Rangers, Navy SEALS, Special Forces
soldiers, etc. Almost all of them are
written from the point of view of the operators. But I just found and enjoyed
one, not about the operators, but about a guy who helped them in Iraq.
The book is called Code Name: Johnny Walker and was
written by the guy the SEALs called Johnny
Walker with the help of Jim DeFelice.
Who is Johnny Walker?
He was a resident of Mosul and was what they called a “terp”,
an interpreter who went with the SEALs on their missions. He went on hundreds
and hundreds of missions with them. And he offers a fascinating glimpse into what
life was like in Iraq during the Iraq War for those Iraqis who helped the
The SEALs appreciated his service. I know this because a
host of them have blurbed his book. Furthermore, they helped him eventually immigrate
to America. That’s how grateful they were for his service.
If you like these types of books and would enjoy new
insights, I think you’ll really enjoy the book. Johnny Walker does swear a bit.
But I tend to take people as they are. And it was well worth time I spent
listening to him.
For Christmas my daughter received a number of seasons of The Great British Baking Show. It’s a
competition baking show. I’d heard about it before, but I’d seen episodes of American
competition cooking shows and didn’t enjoy them at all.
However, my daughter said this was nothing like the American
shows, that it was awesome, and it was so awesome she wanted to the DVDs for
Christmas so she could watch the episodes again. I needed to give it a try, she
said. So I gave it a try.
I’m happy to report that I and my family have are enjoying
the heck out of her DVDs.
The British folks that are competing in the challenges are down-to-earth
and interesting. Some of them are funny. The tips about baking are interesting.
And, best of all, the British show makers know how to create suspense.
They start each season with a group of twelve amateur bakers. Two professional bakers give them a baking challenge with a time limit and then judge the bakes. After a series of three challenges, the pros name a star baker for that series and then also announce who was at the bottom of the pack and will be leaving the show. If you like cooking or have ever found yourself watching a cooking program all the way through, I think you’ll really enjoy these fun, British bakers.
It’s interesting how many things we’ve added to the accounts we have in the Bible.
For example, nowhere does the Bible say that Mary rode a donkey. Mary might have walked. Or rode in a cart. Or gotten piggy back rides. We don’t know. We do know that there is no donkey mentioned in the record.
It also doesn’t say she had the child the night they arrived.
It only says she was “great with child” when they made the roughly 80-mile journey from Nazareth to Bethlehem. And that “while they were there” in Bethlehem “the days were accomplished that she should be delivered.”
So she had the baby sometime while they were there. That could have been during the first hour. But it could have also been a week or month later. We just don’t know.
It doesn’t mention anywhere the word stable.
Christ might have been born in a stable, or he might have been born in a cave, or inside the house, or out on the porch, or on the roof (lots of those places had flat roofs where they hung out). We just don’t know. What we do know is that he wasn’t born in a palace. And that they laid him in a manger because there wasn’t any room in the inn. An odd circumstance for a king.
Notice as well that there weren’t multiple inns.
It just says “the inn.” And if you look up that word in the Greek, it’s translated as “guest chamber” in the other spots where it’s used in Luke. So they could have been talking about the one guest room in the house where they were staying. Either way, we don’t have anything that says there was a mean innkeeper who later regretted turning the couple away or that Joseph went door-to-door looking for a place.
We have no record in the account of three wisemen.
It just says “wisemen.” So there might have been two of them. Or twelve. We don’t know. And it appears they came sometime after Jesus had been born because they first saw the star of his birth in the east and only then set out to find him. They might have been coming from Persia, hundreds of miles away. Or they could have been living in Bethphage, a mile to the east of Jerusalem. Either way, they didn’t know they should travel to Bethlehem because it says they went and talked to Herod first, in Jerusalem, and asked “where is he that is born King of the Jews?”
The question freaked Herod out (if you’re the current king, you kind of want to know who else is claiming your throne), and so he gathered all the chief priests and scribes to discuss it, and those guys said the prophecies said it would be Bethlehem. And so Herod met with the wisemen again and told them to go there. And only then did they go down to Bethlehem. So it doesn’t appear the wisemen were there the night of the birth.
There’s no record of camels hanging out with the baby either. Or sheep. Or goats. There’s not a lot there. But what is there is interesting.
Now, I want to go on record stating I have no problem speculating about the event and imagining what it might have been like. I love to do it. Good grief, I write fiction.
In fact, for many years I figured I needed to get in on the Christmas noun gig. You know what I mean. Every year we get heart-warming books about new Christmas nouns. We’ve had Christmas sweaters, Christmas jars, Christmas boxes, Christmas candles, Christmas carols. This year I see there’s one about Christmas fudge and other about a Christmas train. So I figured I’d do one. Mine would be about the Christmas rat. A little fellow who decided to snuggle up with the babe instead of giving him a nibble. One of these days I will get that hungry rat story written.
In the meantime, while there’s a lot of good stuff we’ve added to make the event special, it’s also nice to know what the record actually does say. Whether you’re Christian or not, it’s helpful when dealing with others to know what was recorded about this event that is so significant to the largest religion in the world.
And so the last bit of good stuff I recommend this month are the two brief accounts we have. The first one is in Matthew 2:1-16and tells the story of the wisemen. The other is in Luke 2:1-20 and features some shepherds.
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