Patrick Sean Tomlinson / @stealthygeek / "Torque Wheeler" / @RealAutomanic / Kempesh / Padawan v2.5 - "Conservative" sci-fi author with TDS, armed "drunk with anger management issues" and terminated parental rights, actual tough guy, obese, paid Quasi, paid thousands to be repeatedly unbanned from Twitter

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Quote bug, regarding Asimov:


This extends up the ladder to Asimov himself. A group called 'An open secret' documented most of it, and I thought that was also the name of their doc on it but I'm having trouble pulling it up.

By then, I thought to myself "Damn it, how the hell people read this shit and don't go asking some questions about these SFWA? Someone somewhere must have reviewed this book and thought it was weird!". So I searched for reviews, and the first thing that pop up was this, and I realized there's no hope for science fiction. Ever.
OT, but this shit's been a long time coming. The cancer infesting SF has spread into the short story circuit in the last decade or so and it's become almost unreadable due to one in three "stories" spending two thirds of their wordcount describing the look, gender identity and totally-not-a-fetish interests of their characters.

Rainbow the hell out of me but I really hope we get a nice dramatic takedown of SFWA that gets Sad Puppies level attention amplified by Pat throwing himself into the machinery to white knight them. Obscura's last week on twitter has got me hopeful.
 
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What do you mean by this Pat? They died a long time ago, so that means we should not worry/investigate it anymore, is that it?

This man is a walking Streisand Effect. Forget being a writer Chubs, I've got a great suggestion for a new line of work for you:

Pat Tomlinson: Digital PR Manager for Hollies/SFWA
Wasn't Pat and that Cat Rambo nigger actively defending Bradley not that long ago?
 
And then an episode on the Great Hooligans Fire of '20. Who was that mystery man spotted fleeing the scene?
Someone ( a Pest?) reported to the police that Patrick Tomlinson was seen ducking through the alleyways right after the fire. It's probably true that he was. Either he was in the alley taking a piss when the fire started, or he was dumpster diving for the previous day's meatloaf. Or both.

From a few pages back: the thing about schizophrenia is that it's never truly harmless if left untreated. The schizophrenic inevitably harms himself as a result of the illness.
 
From a few pages back: the thing about schizophrenia is that it's never truly harmless if left untreated. The schizophrenic inevitably harms himself as a result of the illness.
Thus St. Terry Glowiebane getting run over by a train poor bastard.
My spies in Minneapolis tell me that Pat is still fat, and that no one will mourn him when he dies.
 
I'm pretty sure I've read other posts in this thread that cover this theme before and are much better written and much more precise (not to mention actually researched). Since it's likely redundant and doesn't contain any new information, most readers should just skip it.

But due to Rick's recent crusade against people taking about SFWA's dirty little secrets, I believe shedding some light on one of Rick's heros might be pertinent, if only to remind people of what kind of creature Pat's defending. Again, NO new information or intelligent investigation (or of any kind) here. Just some commentaries/vents/ramblings of mine, if you'll indulge me.

Samuel Delany's Hogg:

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This fucker is a SF writer, an open member of NAMBLA, and current SFWA grandmaster (i.e. member of the highest echalon as far as I know). Among his most well known pieces of literary work is Hogg, a book about a little boy getting repeatedly raped over and over again. "Sure, we all know that, so?" Well my friend, have you ever tried to actually read it? Or even just the summary on Wikipedia? I don't know how any human being could read more than a single page and not immediately put it down, while being absolutely sure about 4 things:
  1. Delany is 100% a pedophile.
  2. Everyone around him knows what he and his friends have done and just go silent.
  3. This world will never be pure again.
  4. Pat is fat.
Seriously though, it reads just like Paul "her finger tickled my anus" Weimer's fiction: an obvious self-insertion that serves no other purpose than to allow a pederast's sexual deviancy to flourish before an audience of his peers. It's beyond vile. From wikipedia's summary:
  • At the start, the narrator is living with a Hispanic boy named Pedro and performing sex acts with older men in the basement of the dwelling for money, along with Pedro's teenage sister Maria. He engages in sex with Maria, Pedro, a gang of bikers, and a group of Black men. The narrator consistently assumes the bottom role in these sex acts.
  • The quintet of rapists set out to complete their jobs, which grow in succession from a single woman, a woman and her wheelchair-using daughter, and a nuclear family—mother, father and son. Each successive job increases in violence, and the victims' young children (male and female) are also descended on by the pack.
  • On the docks the narrator then meets two garbagemen (...) While having sex with the narrator outside, they plan to "borrow" the narrator from Big Sambo and keep him at their scow on a collar and leash. They are interrupted by Whitey, a cop who patrols the area, who also has sex with the narrator.
It goes on and on, that's just a taste of it. By then, I thought to myself "Damn it, how the hell people read this shit and don't go asking some questions about these SFWA? Someone somewhere must have reviewed this book and thought it was weird!". So I searched for reviews, and the first thing that pop up was this, and I realized there's no hope for science fiction. Ever. Check out some excerpts this dude's review (from ):
  • Any review of Samuel R. Delany’s Hogg must prepare the reader for the explicitness of the content; an explicitness marked even before you begin to read the book by the keyword indicators in the peritext. [Yeah, no shit].
  • Delany takes his readers to the limit of readability – but as long as you keep reading, you repeatedly face up to some of the darkest and most carefully hidden parts of your own desire. [...wait. Could you repeat that last part please?]
  • Delany forces his reader through page after page of violence and abuse. As a reader I found myself varying between arousal and disgust (and occasionally disgust at my arousal), between groping my throbbing erection and plunging my hand into my crotch the way nervous children do, trying to find my shrivelled cock, which had withdrawn in horror at the narrative. Reading Hogg makes you viscerally complicit. [Yeah, I'm OUT.]
Jesus, even the reviewers!
And that's when I gave up trying to read ANYTHING else about this God Forsaken "book club", threw away my Asimov collection and decided that if Pat really wants to die on this hill, then I can't wait to see what happens nexxxst!

Fuck you Pat.

Give me my matis.
Where is the NAMBLA proof?
 
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