When Hugo Insane

So much is happening today. I had a planned piece that I’m going to post tomorrow instead, as there’s just been too much sci-fi news to keep up with. Even posting my thoughts on the Hugos has already been scooped by Declan Finn, so I’m going to focus on something that I haven’t seen talked about: the raw numbers.

A big SJW virtue signal meme that I see quite often is “this is a real fan” usually with some half-clothed girl in costume or something like that, as if there are roving hordes of people going around telling them they’re not. That’s the fantasy world the SJWs live in, where everyone is a victim, the tired mentality that has made their fandom scenes unfun, and filled with aging faces. While perhaps high schoolers talk like that, the only other people that do are the SJWs themselves (SJWs Always Project, someone once wrote). This is why their conventions dwindle in numbers with an ever aging base, as they actually shun the youth for enjoying anime, comics, Larry Correia, you know, the stuff that’s not “real science fiction”.  These are the same people that spend whole panels at their conventions mocking extremely successful YA books like Twilight, because they aren’t “real vampires“. There was a huge rabid fanbase ready to come into the fold, and they were told they’re not welcome. So they went away. How ironic.

Of course, in recent years, they’ve been telling anyone who’s a conservative or Christian that they’re not real fans, and not welcome at their conventions, certainly never allowed to speak.  And so the Sad Puppies were born, and had a good run for a few years before once again, just like their projecting meme, the establishment behind the Hugos said “these are not real fans” and changed the rules to make it impossible for anyone but their chosen to get noticed.

The Puppies pulled out. I promised you numbers, and here’s what we have.

Best Novel: 2,078 ballots in 2017 vs. 3,695 ballots in 2016, a 44% drop.

Best Novella:  1,410 ballots in 2017 vs. 2,416 ballots in 2016, a 42% drop.

Best Novelette: 1,097 ballots in 2017 vs. 1,975 ballots in 2016, a 45% drop.

Best Short Story: 1,275 ballots in 2017 vs. 2,451 ballots in 2016, a 52% drop.

I can keep going on with the numbers here, but that kind of pull out of an audience is staggering. If this were a TV show or a comic, it would be instantly cancelled. The execs would be using this as a case study as to what went wrong and why so that they could never do it again. Kinda like is beginning to happen in comics right now (but they’re still in the denial stage of grief).

You’re seeing about a thousand less votes across the board per category. That means a thousand less people with memberships than last year. Wow. Note to “real science fiction fandom”: you told about half your audience you hate them and you want them to go away. They did. This spells big trouble for you in the future.

It’s the same lesson over and over, and it’s why I don’t hate anyone who picks up my books. You are my dearest friends, don’t give a crap what your politics are.  But the big lesson is the hubris that big publishing, big entertainment, big comics, big academics, and the FAKE NEWS misses: they think that in their field, the consumer audience is proportionate to the representation of people that they’ve hired. The problem is, they’ve hired a good ol’ boys country club that excludes anyone who thinks differently for nearly 50 years, so they have no idea what reality looks like anymore. Every time I get told “there’s not conservative or Christian artists…” I’ve started to push back. It’s a dirty lie. They haven’t looked. They haven’t hired us. The audience sees that and is pissed off. They’re taking their ball and going elsewhere now, reading people like me, Larry Correia, Sarah Hoyt, Brad Torgersen, Vox Day, Brain Neimeier, Declan Finn, John C. Wright, Peter Grant, Nick Cole, Robert Kroese, the list goes on and on. It’s not that there aren’t any of us, it’s that you’ve gouged out your eyes to not see us. Now you’ve cut out your heart, SJW fandom. Good luck keeping your body together.