I hereby denounce the
New Eclectics as a bunch of non-serious, impure mongrel revisionists of Ulm. I do this because Movement SF is dumb, and I want no part of it. Also, I have a dire fear of briarpatches. Go forth, my minions, and make holy war on Charlie. Or, you know, not.
On the other hand, writing a type of Genre Stuff you would normally not be seen dead with is a very interesting prompt. I guess it's Guntoting Libertarians in Space for me.