Nothing brings out the simpletons like a little racefail. In one corner, we have lj flip-out artist and poet
rhfay. He writes:
To heck with threats to creativity from the government and the public at large; I think creative types nowadays walk a treacherous minefield laid down by their own peers. One misstep, and BOOM, blasted by the PC bomb! Meanwhile, over at Tor.com, we have this commenter, the pseudonymous FoxtrotTango:
I just spent twenty minutes writing a reply which would probably have gotten me tarred, feathered, and shot. ... It's my belief that it would be far better to lead by example, than to essentially lynch an author for making the stylistic decisions needed to tell the story she wants to tell. This is a toughie. Of course, Fay reduced whatever he might have been saying to dimensionless pap simply by dragging out the ol' PC bugaboo, but at least he signs his name to his posts. FoxtrotTango, on the other hand, is a hider and he or she played the lynchmob card! (Remember kids, the essence of lynching is discussing the Polynesian sweet potato on the Internet.) But then again, Fay goes on about how he's a creative type and a poet in the comments of his post as a way of explaining why he's so...uh, inarticulate. Well, I don't know who I like best!
You tell me.
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