Anyone who knows me at all will tell you I am rabidly anti-censorship. I despise “cancel culture.” I despise political correctness (what it has come to mean). I despise Silly Jerkoff Wankers and their causes. And this despite the fact that my social views would be considered liberal by the most conservative definition and radically liberal by most conservatives. In keeping with last week’s report on censorship and self-censorship in the publishing world, I have since learned a new term. Finally I can put an official title to my enemies. There is one word that suffices to contain all those things I hate with such vigor. That word, that title, is “Normie.”
Here’s how urban dictionary defines Normie. “A person who keeps up with mainstream media, and does what popular culture tells them to do. Or in general is into trendy garbage. A person gravitating to social standards, accepted practices, and fads of their own time & geographic grouping without broader cultural perspectives from which they draw. Normies possess a lack of interest in ideas not easily accessible or being outside of their/society’s current range of acceptance. A straight. A follower…This group can easily be molded to suit virtually any desired value system.” Sheep, in other words. Lemmings. The lunatic fringe of the political Left.
My values are evident, I hope, in anything I write. And I don’t ever set out specifically to offend Normie. But if that happens? Let’s just say that, if THE CONFESSIONS OF SAINT CHRISTOPHER: WEREWOLF upsets some Normie, I will consider that a plus. So will Saint Christopher, *my* Saint Christopher. He eats Normies when in lupine form, though he finds them a tad bland.