The worship of demons and the dreams of madness…

…wrapped up in a humanism that has become a game played by self-indulgent narcissists.
Don’t get me wrong; the story does produce an effect.  It comes across as a nice, arresting writing exercise that pulls on the heart strings like a Country Music ballad about a guy who lost his dog and his job, but the problem is that this exercise is not science fiction and it isn’t a story.
I used to admire the Nebulas, but if this is a winner, cancel my admiration.
Further, When did political correctness take over science fiction?
Sarah Hoyt points out the existential “Oikophobia” of the story.
John Wright offers this observation:
//The word for when a person erects in his mind a false image of a group of people, and sees them only as that image, that false stereotype, and moreover it is a despicable stereotype, one that robs them not just of dignity, but of their very humanity… that word is bigot.
Something rotten, very rotten has happened to the Left just in my lifetime.
They used to be champions of free speech; and now they are its most vehement opponents.
They use to be able to give some sort of argument or logical reason for their position, even if an incorrect argument; now they have no argument, none of them, aside from wild and insincere accusations delivered in a mechanical fashion without any hope of being believed, phony as a three-dollar bill.
They used to be firmly on the side of the workingman; now they hate the workingman as a white racist oppressor.
They used to be in favor of free love and the sexual liberation; now they object to rocket scientists wearing shirts with cartoon women printed on them, they object to science fiction magazines showing a scantily clad warrior princess slaying a monster, and they call all sex rape, and demand strict segregation of women and men. On the same day as these protests, they appear in front of the Pope, writhing on the ground naked with crosses and crucifixes inserted into their vaginas. So the Puritan rules apply arbitrarily, without sense or order, to anyone or no one.
They used to be in favor of Blacks and other minorities; now their disgust for all the impoverished and dispossessed is plain to see. All they want is to keep the Blacks on the plantation, addicted to welfare, addicted to crack, their children aborted, their parents unwed.
They used to be in favor of the Jews, and other minorities; now they kneel to Islamic Jihad at every opportunity, vowing that those who slander the prophet of Islam will no be in the future, and ergo the Left now curse the Jews, and pray daily for the destruction of Israel, and a new Holocaust in the warhead of a Muslim nuke.
What? You say that his the not what the Left says? That they say they are creatures of purity, goodness, and sweetness, who live only to help others out of the depth of their hearts and the depth of your wallet? No, that was the old Left, back when the Left still had some scraps of sanity and intelligence.
They serve Sauron and have forgotten their own names.//
This is not just inside-game stuff; I picked this story up from Glen Reynold’s Instapundit, which is the New York Times of Blogland.  Civilians – the common man – readers – are getting tired of the elitist hatred being poured down upon them, and they aren’t going to buy this dreck much longer.
Which is going to leave a wonderful new opportunity for superversives.