Starship Troopers taking on the NRA
Not even on line for two hours and already our first entry into our contest “Wingnuts”
Mike Casper has chosen for his bar-buddy Robert Heinlein. This from Wikipedia:
Robert Anson Heinlein (pron.: /ˈhaɪnlaɪn/ HYN-lyn; July 7, 1907 – May 8, 1988) was an American science fiction writer. Often called the “dean of science fiction writers”, he was one of the most influential and controversial authors of the genre in his time. He set a standard for scientific and engineering plausibility, and helped to raise the genre’s standards of literary quality.
He was one of the first science fiction writers to break into mainstream magazines such as The Saturday Evening Post in the late 1940s. He was one of the best-selling science fiction novelists for many decades. He, Isaac Asimov, and Arthur C. Clarke are known as the “Big Three” of science fiction.
There are a lot of great quotes, but this one stood out for me:
So Mike, who has been off our site for a while is returning with this entry.
No title, so I gave it one
The Heinlein Maneuver
by Mike Casper
I signal the bartender for another round. Dammit I can’t pay for drinks and my bookie but it’s not often a man of my modest income gets to rub elbows with Robert Heinlein and his imaginary friend. He talks about her all the time, like she’s still there.
I take a sip. He takes two.
Crap. She just walked in. She’s scanning the room.
She sees us, well, they see each other.
Heinlein waves her over. They have a brief conversation and with that look she exits the back door, the one leading upstairs. Heinlein swills his drink, leans forward and burps ever so softly. “There ain’t no such thing as a free lunch. Just get used to it, starship trooper.”
Suddenly I’m infuriated. “Dammitall Heinlein. You’re my chick magnet. What should I do now?”
He lurches to his feet. “Have you no common sense? The moon is a harsh mistress, and she’s a citizen of the galaxy. Tomorrow, the stars but tonight, there’s time enough for love. Indeed.”
With a knowing leer he heads towards the door.
As for me? I’ll just have to wing it.
Thanks Mike. Does hurt my feelings though that I am not your favorite author. I’ll get over it.