For the Love of Heyer: Snapshot Reviews #3 (books 11-15 in publication order)

11. Barren Corn (1930) read once as of 2021

This is a book notable for having an ending that made me laugh aloud because it was so absurd and ridiculous. The rest of the book is a rather involved story about a selfish aristocratic man, a beautiful but not very bright lower-middle-class girl and how disastrous their marriage is. There are many possible other books that could have happened that would have been more interesting and enjoyable to read, and reading it you think about them a great deal more than the plot in front of you. The issue is very much not the class dynamics, but the way in which Heyer chose to explore them. Of her modern-set books she desired to be suppressed, this is a case where I am in accord with her choice.

12. The Conqueror (1931) read twice as of 2021

I wasn’t that interested in this the first time I read it, but it grew on me the second time. It’s a straightforward historical fiction portrayal of William the Conqueror’s rise to power. The relationship between William and Matilda is extremely edgy. I like the way her women behave as women and the men always behave as men, as well. There is a great deal of fascination, as well, in her descriptions of what life involved a thousand or so years ago, and how in certain little ways nothing much has changed. The hook is a fictional friend of William’s, who ultimately writes his story.

13. Footsteps in the Dark (1932) read once as of 2021

Now we come to an interesting genre change by Heyer. She began writing mysteries in the thirties, and then quit during the forties, with just a quick return in the fifties to put out a sequel and a final mystery. This is her first one.

I must mention that Heyer tends to really dig into sibling dynamics in her books, and it’s refreshing to see those relationships considered a normal part of *adult* life. This early mystery is about siblings inheriting a weird haunted old house and, well, the usual-ish sort of country mystery elements follow. I was never given to country house mysteries, but according to Heyer readers who like them, she is above average with most of hers. This is a case in point.

14. Devil’s Cub (1932) read twice as of 2021

There is a girl, and you know her, perhaps even quite well, and she can save the sexy, sulky rake. She can *fix* him!

This is the story of that girl, that one time she was right. And to her immense skill and credit, Heyer plays it very straight and by the end you’re sold too. This is a direct sequel to These Old Shades, about the son of the reformed rake from that tale. He is not as mythopoetical as his dad, nor is the girl Mary as strange a blend of innocent and cynical as his mother, but they are of a similar kind.

My favorite part of this book is Mary’s devotion to her virtue. To say more spoils a very funny but also very emotionally resonant scene.

15. Why Shoot a Butler? (1933) read once as of 2021

When I read this, I was working through Heyer for the first time chronologically as much as possible. I was steeped in Georgian and medieval depictions of clothing and food and by the time I came to this modern-set detective story, it lacked verve. It was kind of weird, honestly. The mystery was definitely mysterious, but the romance was out of nowhere, so far as I could tell. Having said this, Heyer rewards re-reads, so perhaps when I return to it one of these days I’ll have something different to say. It was weird and that’s really all I remember of it.

For the Love of Heyer: Snapshot Reviews #2 (books 6-10 in publication order)

6. These Old Shades (1926) read twice as of 2021

This is the romantic tale that put her on the map, and was such a huge seller that her career went to the next level. And the interesting thing is that it’s not as though she was doing badly in sales before this book. But the story she tells here is mythical, with much of the structure of a folktale. It’s about an orphan and how the orphan is taken up as a servant by a very dark natured Duke. But they redeem each other. There is a lot to this one, more than even a snapshot can really delve into.

It’s also a reskinning or reimagining of The Black Moth. It also has, as a fairly major plot point, the young beautiful girl dressed as a boy.

7. Helen (1928) read once as of 2021

This is one of Heyer’s moderns she wanted suppressed. The usual argument from Heyer fans is that it’s just too autobiographical. I can understand that argument. It’s about a girl with a very close relationship with her father, as her mother dies bearing her. Her attachment to her father runs so deep it affects her ability to choose a suitable man to marry, and the book is the story of how she navigates her grief in order to find the right man (at least, who happens to still be alive, because it’s set around WW1 and afterwards).

8. The Masqueraders (1928) read twice as of 2021

This is a fun one. It is set around the Georgian era, same as These Old Shades, The Black Moth and Powder and Patch. Heyer began, after her first few books to center in on a specific historical period rather than casting about all over the past with no rime or reason. This set the stage for her to move into the Regency world, where she nestled into a clear and extended career. This one features her most hilarious crossdressing riff: a brother and sister swap sexes because they’re on the run as Jacobites and they both have the misfortune to fall in love with their same-sex (supposedly) best friends.

Their father, The Old Gentleman, is a character, in every sense of that word.

9. Pastel (1929) unread as of 2021

I scored a cheap copy of this hard to find modern that Heyer wanted suppressed. I haven’t got round to reading it yet because I own it.

10. Beauvallet (1929) read twice as of 2021

‘Reck not! It’s a rip roaring thrill ride kind of book, but spiced with a delicate romance. It is a sequel to Simon the Coldheart, about one of Simon’s descendants and his adventures in Spain during the era of Raleigh. The romance comes from Nick Beauvallet winning a sea battle and taking a Spanish lord prisoner, but his daughter is on the ship too…and one thing leads to another, and before you know it, Beauvallet is dodging French and Spanish efforts to take him alive or dead (mostly dead) while also trying to bring his lovely love interest back home to the family.

It’s a notable feature of Heyer’s early work, before she shifted almost entirely into pure Regency writing, that she did sequels and linking novels. This all disappears after 1940 with a single exception, but I’ll get to that eventually.

For the Love of Heyer: Snapshot Reviews #1 (books 1-5 in publication order)

I have read nearly everything Heyer wrote, and these are very short bagatelles rather than deep reviews of what I’ve read. Where I haven’t got to a book yet I will say.

1. The Black Moth (1921) read twice as of 2021

This was Heyer’s first book, published when she was 19. It would read like a photocopy of an Errol Flynn movie to many, but it was a template for such scripts. It’s a simple, surprisingly nuanced story of a disgraced young Earl, a wicked Duke who goes by the nickname Devil and of course a beautiful and innocent young girl both of them want to marry.

Much of the nuance comes less from the love story of the disgraced Earl and more from the family dynamics of the Earl’s family and the Duke’s family. The Earl’s brother is the reason for his disgrace and is consumed with guilt about it, and he’s married to the bad Duke’s sister. Yet the bad Duke is rather a good brother in his way, and his relationship with his sister and other brother (a side character) are part of how the teenaged Heyer makes him an object of some sympathy despite his badness. He is quite ill behaved with women and is a mischief-maker in general on top of that.

But he does show signs of possible salvage. Again, one would have to be told a young girl wrote this (she originally came up with the story at 15) to really believe it, the book is well formed and carries some assurance more common to older authors with longer publishing histories.

2. The Transformation of Phillip Jettan (republished as Powder and Patch with slight edit) (1923) read twice as of 2021

This is very light and fluffy. A country mouse of a young squire finds his childhood friend and future wife drifting from him because he’s not got town polish and is cloddish and overproud about it. Phillip, the namesake clod squire, responds to the rebuff of his sweetling by heading off to France to learn to dress, to converse and to duel. The results impress the girl and all ends happily for both, but with some obstacles both intentional and unintentional along the way to overcome. This was republished without the last chapter many years later. Interestingly, the last chapter is heavy on the Francais, which had more than a little to do with that. That chapter does shift the tone of the ending a bit, but this is such a light little book one can get a complete ending out of either version.

3.The Great Roxhythe (1923) read once as of 2021

Some books Heyer wrote and requested be suppressed. This is one of them. It is an interesting book because again, this is a very young woman really stretching herself artistically and thematically. It’s a love story, but not in a homosexual sense. It is about a man (Roxhythe) with perfect hero-devotion to his king, and the young man serving as Roxhythe’s secretary who is imperfectly devoted to him for a time. It is a book set during the exile of Charles II, and Heyer would return to this period fifteen years later in a book called Royal Escape. The fascination arises because Roxhythe is ruthless and cunning, but remarkably charming and she succeeds in selling the reader on it, just a remarkable accomplishment in youth. Many Heyer fans feel this book was rightly suppressed, but I think they shew merely a distaste for a book entirely about male bonding and its complexities.

4. Instead of the Thorn (1923) read once as of 2021

This book is so aflame with erotic charge I am nervous about picking it up again for a second read, yet I will inevitably do so. A virgin girl hardly past 20 with no dating/courting experience wrote this book and somehow she managed to write one of the most intense depictions of two married people learning to desire each other I’ve ever read. And people have the gall to complain about this book as sexist or dull. I can’t even understand that.

The story is about a girl raised strangely and sexlessly, brought up by a man-hating spinster, who drifts into a marriage with a writer who is enchanted beyond anything by her sheer, pristine beauty. Her family loves the social climb, his family is terrified his heart will be broken by a confused and spoiled ice maiden. What happens is not quite what one would expect, but it ends as it should. This is a book that captures certain tensions between a man and a woman that, frankly, are most understandable to women who have lived life without chemical birth control and who have some experience in pastoral life for extended periods of time, actually caring for animals.

That is to say, women who are, such as it may be, less altered by modernity. It’s not a requirement, but the book is more likely to make sense if you have that background. There are reviews of this book around and about and they mostly denigrate the husband, who is basically Saint Bohemian. He gives his cameo-perfect wife all the space she needs and the dance they undertake has slips and shuffles, but the book draws you into their world and their navigation of her neurosis. The wife makes a lot of mistakes, but nothing fatal. Out of all her early work, this is radical, beautiful and sweet. I suspect but cannot prove that she might have been influenced by the slightly older Margaret Kennedy, who wrote a book the same year on pretty much the same topic. I have not read it, but these sorts of coincidences aren’t exactly unheard of.

This is set in the 1920s, so was a “modern” for its time, and was also among the books Heyer requested be suppressed.

5. Simon the Coldheart (1925) read twice as of 2021

To end this first set of reviews, we have a book that introduces a topic that was to flicker throughout Heyer’s oeuvre for a good 15 years: a young beautiful girl dressing as a boy to escape…whatever. This early work is again, on the “suppressed” list, but she reconsidered this particular one later in life. It’s a medieval, set during the Hundred Years War. The hero, Simon, is known for his stonelike heart regarding the ladies. But he is gentle and extremely patient with children.

Anyway the book is again a remarkable exploration of a young girl writing with some true insight about a young man seeking to establish himself in a rough and tumble world where the sword’s gifts can take a man very far, as can sheer strength of will. Her upbringing by a history loving father reaped many rewards in the form and structure of her fiction.

Along the way as Simon the Coldheart rises in power and status, he finds a woman to melt the ice. A willowy, slim-built one…who dresses as a boy to escape…whatever. To say more spoils much of the joy of the book, it’s very charming to go in reading it knowing very little about the boy and the girl.

I like Heyer’s early work quite well, for the most part, even, as I go through her backlist, several books I didn’t expect to like.

Preparing for poverty

Our household has antibodies from a prior infection with the Delta strain of covid.  Because natural immunity doesn’t count in the brave new technocracy, we face the very real possibility of my husband being barred from employment and also from collecting unemployment for not getting onto a shot regimen (two Pfizer shots plus a “booster” plus an unknown number of future “boosters” annually) for something he already has gotten anyway and which confers protection for longer on average than the vaccine regimen, according to oh-so-scientific studies.

I don’t know how long this obviously political rather than science-oriented situation will last, nor are we precisely sure if we will have to sit down and work through our options, but we already assumed this outside chance was well above zero months ago.  We do have options, which is more than many in a similar position can say, and I am grateful.

But long story short, we have to prepare for full-on poverty (including no access to financial accounts or cash, or assets) and I am utterly terrified.  But the faithful have been hungry and cold before, and God’s mercy was still poured out upon them.

It’s terrifying to admit we could be poor, not just because of worries about provision for our kids and ourselves, but also the First World Problem terror of people sneering at you because they think you deserve it for being a high-wage household.  I have always said all we have is money and that doesn’t mean much, and a lot of people, particularly some who spend lots of time nitpicking very nearly anything I say online, ever in various spots, would love to dump on us losing everything material, probably while regurgitating some verified twitter account’s nitpick about how “akshully” we should still get the vaccine for some statistically negligible benefit.

But whatever.  If we did, and were lucky enough to avoid dying (in my specific case I am very likely to die from being vaccinated), we’d still be in the same political spot.  Because boosters.  But again, I am sure the smug anklebiting types have some talking points about how there’s no downside and we’d be ok if we just kept slamming “vaccines” into our bodies every few months just to hang on to money.

Assuming husband would be able to keep working after six or ten “boosters”, since he wouldn’t get disability payments if he was rendered unable to function due to numerous repeated “vaccinations” over a year or two.  It’s in quotes because the closest analog we have regarding the covid “vaccines” is allergy shots, and nobody calls those vaccines.  And they are a last resort rather than a first one.  And doctors discuss extensively the risks with you of taking on high levels of immune system stimulation by introducing allergens into your system.  None of which is being done with this covid thing without the doctor risking a license suspension.

Again, I’m sure the smuggos all had zero problems that one or two or these days three times, so they definitely won’t have problems with repeated injections a minimum of two times per year (every 5 or 6 months), according to the most recent clear as mud government edicts.

I am scared because wage dependence is always scary, and I’m also scared because so very many people are even prouder and vainer than I am and truly believe they will be just fiiiiiinnnneee lining up for booster after booster after booster, and that there will never be even higher-risk experimental treatments mandated, or more prosaic mandates like denying your very faith.  They think they’re protected.  Well, so long as we break with them.  But we can’t.  Not sorry.

Which is worse, my pride being humbled if we face financial suffering for a reasonable choice, or the pride of the people who are responsible for us being in that position?

Because their hysteria and selfishness in the face of the objective truth that risks aren’t equally distributed for covid is why we’re in this mess as a family and more broadly why millions have died and suffered globally.

It’s the fault of the spoiled brats who lurve them some cheap international travel and feel rich ordering cheap Chinese toys and fast fashions every month.  It’s the fault of the antisocial smarmy types who use mask-cults to avoid the social interactions they already hate but desperately wanted social (media) approval for avoiding. It’s the fault of all the horrid, horrid, nasty people who rejected and continue to reject all sane, sensible and sanitary health interventions and medications and treatments in favor of bleating about endless vaccines and eternal masks incoherently, stridently and hatefully.  And with the full support of paper PhDs and other credentialed yet not exactly competent people (yes, including the media).

But smugness is a very hard, brittle shell, rather like obsidian.  If you don’t know the trick to shatter it all at once, it is unassailable.  So I know any of them who will nitpick this will remain untouched, snug in their bug-like shells of smugness.  Another of my many weaknesses and sinful failings is occasional envy of how they can live like that, always hurting other people and supporting in a mealy, soft-hands and viper-voice way, the sociopaths and hysterics and hypocrites who have done such awful things over the last few years, and especially the last 19 months.

And they think they’re really nice people.  They will read this and think I’m mean and “toxic” and loads of other barbs they think are ok to level at small scared ladies like me. They think it’s sophisticated and vaccinated to be unkind and loveless.

But there’s some Weathermen* out there, and a few Weatherwomen* too, and they’re far superior to the ones the mealy folks make weird excuses for.  And they’re preparing as well, and it gives me hope it won’t be so bad.  Hope is a good thing.



*: As of this posting, American-based airlines have been experiencing “weather delays” due to employees being reluctant to get covid shots when their risks due to the nature of their job are extremely high for job-killing and directly lethal side effects.  There’s also been more than a little weather-like resistance among the unionized and/or heavily male professions, even (sotto voce) the one that feeds our family and has contributed to covid tyranny persisting so long.

My parents got to drop us off with relatives for weeks in the summer. We don’t get to.

And for the crime of remembering what my parents got to have in the 1980s without being considered bad parents, I’m reliably and chronically informed that I’m just too mean and hoity toity, princessy, blah blah blah to understand that it’s bad and wrong to want what my parents got to have. That I’m a rotten mother, wife and woman for wanting to be able to have my kids spend summer with some relatives for a week or three.

Oh, and that anyway, we’re not totally broke all the time, why don’t we just peel a few hundys off our stack and have them in camp instead? Well, sorry, I don’t have 3-5k a week lying around for full time sleepaway camp. Because we’re middle class hick proles, not college educated ones.

I am tired, and I am especially tired of the conservative, right wing, “Christian” thing (admittedly American, mostly, but then I live here) of acting like anything outside the nuclear family is bad, including extended family relations.  It’s yet another “not just the internet” thing.  

My kids can’t have what I had because in my family tree, the kids who picked huckleberries and haws with me grew up into adults who are too far flung to park our collective 10-20-30 children with a set of older relatives because not being far flung pretty much led to jail or welfare-level living.  It’s not quite what happened with my husband’s people, but there are some similarities.  Functional family formation meant no ability to drop off kids with relatives for weeks in the summer. 

Doesn’t help that suspiciously many of the older relatives work…almost entirely limited to spring and summers, the exception being sometimes over Christmas break.  And we’ve even in the course of life as married parents run into grandparents of that age who cheerily dropped their own kids off decades ago and now are conveniently unavailable to pay the blessings forward.  

You’re so vain you think this is about you and that personal anecdote you told me in that place that time about the thing.

Expectant Pause

I like this blog, I think it’s profitable to post the things that I post, but I have limited energy and it’s better served for now doing more offline stuff as best I can.  So I may post now and again, or I may leave this thing idle for months or weeks at a time.  I may turn up to comment here and there, but mostly I’m just taking pressure off myself to fret, since I could fret for the gold medal if it were an Olympic event.

I continue to hope and pray that more conservatives become serious about normal living and undertake the painful and necessary steps to help make it more likely for their children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren (yep, it might just take that long).  I also more importantly hope and pray that the Christian conservatives specially might put on the holy armor of Our Lord and be the best Christians grace grants them the strength and perseverance to be.  It is hard out there, we are being persecuted in America and the wider West.  But we must pray for those who are actually being martyred right now for Christ and not forget that we can still worship in public spaces and carry Bibles around freely.  We still have it and we can still use it.

It’s hard to remember sometimes that the bolder in Christ we are, the worse it will go for us with the secular world.  If we do excommunicate adulterers and don’t bake wedding cakes for multiple divorcees and refuse chemical and physical birth control except for the direst medical need, it will not be easier.  If we teach our children the Narrow Way, the True Word, public schools will not rejoice and cheer us on in the PTA.  If we hold fast to what is lovely, true and real, things will not be light and cheerful.  The secular world will not go “How amazing to see you live your values, it’s so wonderful you are living near each other, building communities of blood, Christ and love, working with and supporting each other in economic, spiritual and collective ways!”

They would instead start looking longingly at the countries that kill Christians.  But we could yet count it all joy, for it would be, then.

The Return of DES?

A short, mildly edited thread I did on DES. Might be relevant to the current concerns about the covid/coronavirus “vaccine” (although there are several, only a select few are granted to Americans to access). It’s essentially a summary of some very interesting details from Infogalatic/Wikipedia, and only touches the surface of a drug that clearly had far-reaching multi-order effects, including very possibility being a key factor of how we got here.


We are staring down the barrel of DES part 2. What was DES part 1? From IG/Wiki:

“Diethylstilbestrol (DES) is a synthetic, non-steroidal estrogen first synthesized in 1938. From about 1940 to 1971, DES was given to pregnant women in the (mistaken) belief it would reduce the risk of pregnancy complications and losses.”

“In 1971, DES was shown to cause clear cell carcinoma, a rare vaginal tumor in girls and women who had been exposed to this drug in utero. “

“Individuals who were exposed to DES during their mothers’ pregnancies are commonly referred to as “DES daughters” and “DES sons”.”

DES was actually pretty great at treating prostate cancer of all things. Its use to prevent miscarriages was initially off-label during the 40s, a few years after it was developed.

Again from IG/Wik, bolding mine: “On July 1, 1947, the FDA approved the use of DES for this indication. The first such approval was granted to Bristol-Myers Squibb…. It was aggressively marketed and routinely prescribed. Sales peaked in 1953.

DES was given to a beeeg chunk of Baby Boomer’s mommies. Meanwhile an Actual Double Blind Study found no benefit during the period when sales were peaking. Took 10 years for OBs to agree with that study. Ten.

The cancer link wasn’t even guessed at until 1971 and while the FDA advised against DES finally (remember they approved it fairly soon after off-label use), it wasn’t pulled until…1975. So a small chunk of Boomer and Gen X moms took it as well.

The best guess for pregnancy exposure is “millions”. It was even prescribed to preteen girls so they wouldn’t “come out too tall”.

Despite the cancer link, despite the known bad side effects, it was still prescribed for things like morning-after birth control and suppressing lactation after birth.

DES wasn’t taken off the market until 1997.

‘Ok you mentioned this cancer thing, and DES daughters/sons? Bwuh?’

DES was so horrifying because its risks were not primarily to the woman taking it. She had a modest increased breast cancer risk. Her in utero daughter had a ~40x~ risk of vaginal/cervical cancers.

IG/Wik:”DES was one of the first transplacental carcinogens discovered in humans, meaning a toxin could cross the placenta and harm the fetus.”

And those daughters still got the extra breast cancer risk as a comealong from moms.

DES daughters also had what many don’t realize impacts fertility via making delivery harder: much higher risk of cervical dysplasia. Dysplasia is usually treated by removal methods that make the cervix not work great for delivery. So the dysplasia doesn’t necessarily impact fertility, but the known treatments overwhelmingly do, and thus it decreases/inhibits fertility if it’s more common in a population.

DES also produces birth defects and (mostly) genital malformations in both sons and daughters. Those defects do directly impact fertility in DES daughters.

Just a few of the ways:
Double the genpop rate of infertility, 3x that for preterm delivery, 10x (yes an order of magnitude) for 2nd trimester loss, 5x ectopic, 3x stillbirth, and increased risk of fibroids and incompetent cervix.

Severe low T baby. Kid you not. Plus way higher MTF transgender tendencies, homosexuality and intersex anomalies. So, also massive fertility impacts.  And perhaps other, more sociocultural impacts.

There are enough DES daughters and sons who did have kids to produce a third generation to begin studying. The effects listed above are more muted, but they are still present in the second generation after in utero exposure.

This was handed out like candy for decades and didn’t show any effects on the women who actually took it except a mildly elevated cancer risk. The nastiest effects fell on the offspring, and to a lesser extent their offspring.

Something to think about when people say there’s probably no fertility effects with this spike protein that ends up travelling all throughout the body. Maybe not for mom. Maybe not for mom.

For the love of Heyer: A beginning

Georgette Heyer is a very popular writer whose works were converted to ebook form around ten years ago. She is the mother of the Regency Romance, and is one of the mothers of swashbuckling historical action with a dash of romance, though this is less obvious because she wrote most of her swashbuckling when she was quite young, and so was film production. So people will randomly read/stumble across some of hers and think they are the derivative work when it’s quite the other way round.

Long story short, I bucked up and dove in during Our First Year of Covid when my local libraries closed and all I could get from them was ebooks. I’d been intimidated out of reading her in the long long ago, and was still as scared that it would be intimidatingly erudite or something. Instead I found a world of charm and madness, of love and beauty, all from a woman who was but a few decades removed from Queen Victoria herself’s reigning peak. Heyer loved Jane Austen, but she also loved the rather more obscure Emily Eden, and Fanny Burney. And boy did she love writers like Fielding. Heyer is herself such a fascinating woman she spawned two separate biographies that I haven’t read but have heard are quite thorough.

So, much like I put off reading Heyer, I’ve put off discussing her books and the wonders they’ve held for me.  I’ve been intimidated by the lengthy, though not erudite reviews at, among other spots around and about online.  But so what, my take on Heyer’s work is worthy in itself to be seen and heard and considered.

Anyway, off to the races!  This post will be updated as new Heyerposts are written up.  

Why Christians should support and build beautiful cities and towns

Natural beauty is worth preserving, but it ought to exist alongside developed beauty. Part of our Christian call to steward the land is that we should be able to manage the occasional city or town and make temples and churches (that are beautiful and reflect His Divine Glory). We shouldn’t, as I have seen so vastly many Christians in the last thirty years (and read of over a much longer span of time), fall into the pantheistic error of “nature is cathedral enough!” It’s animistic and not properly ordered Christianity.

Cardio Mindset vs. Lift Mindset, the real Left/Right divide

The left has #cardiomindset. It works great for them. It keeps them chugging along doing boring scutwork towards a goal when the #liftmindset right just wants to grill after 5 reps.

An example of #cardiomindset: long commutes. Righties respond with buying audiobooks and listening to podcasts. Lefties respond with #ubi. The first is consumerist, passive. The second makes people work very hard towards the goal of being paid just to exist.

Another example of #cardiomindset: voter registration and voter assistance. The left revolves vast amounts of political activity around registering voters, helping people fill out ballots and hauling people to and from polling places and drop boxes. The right continues, to this day, to mulishly claim that it’s ridiculous to waste the effort, people should be adult enough to figure it all out themselves. It is very worth noting and paying attention to the rare righties with #cardiomindset about such matters and how they suffer more vituperation and anklebiting than lefties every time.

Righties view voting as a deadlift– set it up, get the correct form straight, knock it out and get back to consumerist life. Lefties view voting as an ongoing civic relationship that must constantly be initiated and renewed. Like using a stairclimber.

The right needs to get on that #cardiomindset level. Much of what they want to keep they won’t be able to (as evidenced by the shattering victories of #cardiomindset over the last 18 months) without learning how to buck up and at least give it a whirl for a few things here and there, many not even political, but more neighborhood-level, local and social.