I first heard of Z Staehling when Jeff Clark, former publisher of and head monkey with a typewriter at Stomp & Stammer, a highly popular but now out-of-print music publication in Atlanta, texted and said he had a book I should consider publishing. The book was by the aforementioned Z.
Having read Stomp & Stammer for years and finally saying to hell with it and subscribing instead of trying to find a copy laying around Atlanta somewhere, I can tell you I totally was willing to listen to Jeff’s opinion.
“Angela,” he said, “this book is great. But, now listen, it’s got some rough stuff in it. I hope you won’t be offended.”
“Jeff,” I replied, “you obviously don’t know anything about my childhood. Send it on.”
Which he did. And which I read. And in which was some rough stuff that needed some tweaking, but you know what? I couldn’t put it down.
Let me tell you: When I can’t put a book down, that’s saying something.
There was something about the language, the sentiment, the mindset that reminded me of a bygone era. As we wrote on our website at BlueRoomBooks.com about the writer:
“A huge hole in the literary world opened and got wider with the deaths of John Kennedy Toole (“A Confederacy of Dunces”) and American libertarian political satirist and journalist P.J. O’Rourke. But there is hope yet for sweet truth told brutal in the form of one Z Staehling who brings us “Full Past Noise: An Escapist Odyssey for Search of American Balsam”.
Thus, we published the book and thus we are not sad about having done so. And now, this boy — No! This young man — having earned a degree in filmmaking and doing so without going into debt, has added that voice to filmmaking in the form of the first episode of a documentary/travel log of a hitchhiking trip through Estonia to the Russian border.
The first episode was brilliant. The other episodes will be as well if he does with it what he did with the book.
Episode 1 was truthful.
It was human.
And most importantly, it was real.
Real people.
No gloss varnish of AI to be seen anywhere. The video series will be the natural follow-up to Staehling’s debut novel.
Of course you’re asking: Why are you telling us about this, Angela?
Because amongst this generation of 16-24 year olds are the saplings of a return to reason. Sure, the achingly pierced, the droning whining, the badly tattooed radical elements shrieking for your death at the hands of the downtrodden terrorists, these get the most sympathetic press coverage.
But on campuses and in other places throughout the U.S. — and now the EU, Scandinavia, Australia and New Zealand, South America, and more — those squeaky wheels of selfish, Commie-inspired privilege are getting pushback from their peers. Like at University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. Or these at Ole Miss. Or at Northwestern. Or here. And many more.
That’s right.
Let the po-po come after them with tear gas, tasers, and flash bangs and they’ll keep on rioting. But when people their own age courageously surround them and sing songs representing their confidence is a better way of living or replace the Palestinian flag with the US flag, or shake their heads and say “Stop it. No further.”, they don’t know what to do.
Could these same people surround real terrorists and quieten them with a song? No. Because real terrorists live the life of a terrorist. This is their life.
These campus terrorists are playing dress up. They are playacting from a script provided by a playwright working for the NWO. Their tents are all alike, bought in bulk for a hefty discount by a funding source of whom they have no clue. Hell, even most of their signage is manufactured in bulk to mimic solidarity.
See? Dress up and pretend. So when the po-po show up, they look at their scripts and say, “Oh, yeah. I’m supposed to lead the chant and you’re supposed to grab a helmet and pull it off and you’re the one who hits a cop over the head with a sign. Got it? OKAY! LET’S GO!” Lights! Cameras! Action!
Not one original thought among them. Not one. And after the short run of their play is over, they fully expect to graduate and get a job at that elite law firm.
And years later they expect to say to the new interns, “Oh, you young people these days. Wimps! You’ll never know what it was like to march in the...” blah, blah, blah.
But their expectations are not turning out like they thought.
Those cushy positions in high-powered law firms? Vanished.
Attend their graduations? No can do.
Demand snacks be delivered to their little campus compounds by those they are trying to destroy? Hmmmm...yeah...NO!
Then they get on some sympathetic TV show via Zoom and cry. Yes, literally cry, and complain that — and this is a real quote of one I heard — “I didn’t know I’d lose my graduation and my job offer and run out of juice boxes” wah-wah-wah boo-hoo-hoo.
We who watch say “Who gives a rip, you stupid little twit?”
There is a time to keep silent.
Psalm 4:4 says there is a time to “Be agitated, but do not sin. Have your say in your heart, upon your bed, and keep silent.” We do that in prayer to and in meditation of our Heavenly Father. But we don’t do it all the time and now is a time to let your voice of reason be heard.
Jerry Seinfeld has been quite vocal about the negative effects on comedy of those — the Woke, the Glitterati, the Elite — have who view themselves as rulers and arbiters of all that is naturally human: Language and jokes and sarcasm.
That’s why I’m saying you should watch (and share) Z Staehling’s video. And, of course, get his book. Both linked above, of course. Share with your kids and your grands. Let them know they are not alone in their quest for reason.
It’s time to see what’s really happening in the world.
You’re gonna love both.
I guarantee it.
You’ll thank me later.
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