18 February 2014
Sergeant Rhinoceros Beetle reee-porting for duty, SAH!
“The problem is that the ‘vocal minority’ of insects who make up the new generation of writers don’t scramble for the shadows when outside lights shines on them—they bare their pincers and go for the jugular. Maybe it is a good thing that SFWA keeps them locked up. The newer members who Scalzi et al. brought in are an embarrassment to the genre.” — (name withheld) on SFF.net, during the recent unpleasantness.
On a more serious note: you know what happens when you die? The insects devour you. And the same goes for careers that have deteriorated into irrelevancy and posting ugly screeds such as the above in forums you only think are private.
The insects are waiting to devour you. And they are legion.
More, they are legions.