About Rainbow “Beau” Albrecht

It’s about time I have a single biographical page, now isn’t it?  Well, here we go.  Unlike most pages here, I may revise this a bit in the future.

Call me Ishmael, yarrrr.  Actually, I’m Rainbow Albrecht, but I usually go by Beau. The name was actually kind of cool until Rainbow Brite hit the shelves when I was a teenager, and then that rainbow flag thing got popular and gave people the wrong idea about me.  Afterwards, I was tempted to sue my parents for sticking me with that hippy name.

I was a love child from the 1960s, and technically a red diaper baby. My views diverged from those of my parents pretty early on, much to the horror of my liberal mom and radicalinski dad,. In fact, I most certainly enjoyed watching Red Dawn and Rambo II on the big screen. These days, I also write deplorable diatribes, mostly here and at Return of Kings.

I am a (nominal) member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. I do love Salt Lake City, but I’m the worst Mormon since Joseph Smith himself. My favorite watering hole in SLC is Desert Edge (I miss Natasha!), though Beerhive, Garage On Back, and Purgatory are also highly recommended. If we ever meet at once of these places, let’s knock back some brewskis, how about it? Other than that, I’m into lots of rather obscure stuff: Thelema, Distributism, linguistics (ancient Gothic for the win!), Romanian history, Russian novels, and that’s just the beginning.

I spend much of my free time on creative writing, mainly science fiction and fantasy. My flagship Space Vixen Trek series deliberately shoots for the “so bad it’s good” effect. Lately I have brought some projects to fruition, with several in the pipeline. You may find the books at your favorite online ebook retailer:

For the specific descriptions, see my book catalog.

Here are answers to some questions you might have about me.

How may I contact you?

I don’t care for mailto: links, because then I start getting lots of spam.  This includes emails from Nigerian “419” fraudsters.  (Those millions they promise aren’t real, in case – Gods forbid – you haven’t figured that one out yet.)  I don’t need fake pills to enlarge my dick; I’m not getting any complaints.  I don’t need fake pills to make my boobs larger, because I don’t have any and I’d rather enjoy them on other people.  Neither am I looking for local hookups in my area.  I don’t like spam, Sam-I-Am.

So, if you want to write me, my user ID is rainbow_albrecht and the domain is hotmail.com and I’m sure you can figure it out.  For the record, I don’t mind polite discussions with those who don’t share my views.  However, if someone wants to curse me out, you can send your email to /dev/null and I’ll be getting back to you shortly.

I like what you’re doing and I want to support your work.  How can I send a donation?

I have enough money to support myself pretty comfortably.  (I’m not a millionaire, but getting there.)  Still, you can buy my books; I wouldn’t mind a little more fame and recognition.  For cash donations, you don’t have to send me anything, but instead, contribute to my friends at VDARE.  They’re doing some awesome work.

Why do you hate feminists so much?

To clarify, most garden-variety feminists you’ll meet in day-to-day life aren’t really bad people.  Unfortunately, they’ve been deluded by the ones in the media and education establishments.  They’ve been told constantly that they’re oppressed, when the reality is that today’s women in Western societies tend to live very comfortable lives.  In fact, they’re the most pampered and (dare I say it) the most spoiled generation of women who have ever walked the earth.  The ones who put the mind-virus in their heads are often pretty sick and twisted, and they use other people to further their political agendas.  Those feminists – professional activists and women’s studies professors – can go to Outer Darkness and stay there.

A little more specifically, I started figuring out that there was something wrong with feminism back in college.  I really do love women, and back in my Blue Pill days, I used to think that feminism is good, but I couldn’t have been more wrong.  At college, I was exposed to some of their unfiltered rhetoric.  Since my school was infested with cultural Marxism (like most of them), you couldn’t get away from toxic feminist rhetoric any more than you can get away from pollution in a factory town lacking emission controls.  (Again, they can go on a one-way trip to Outer Darkness.)  However, it was much later that I found out what feminism is really all about.

What are your thoughts on polygamy?

Multiple relationships can be fun (the Coolidge effect and all that), though they’re certainly extra drama.  As for being sealed for time and eternity – if all that’s the real deal – things could get interesting.  Maybe that’s why Zeus and Hera are on the outs with each other frequently?

More seriously, I’d do that myself if it were possible.  I could make it official with my two girlfriends while continuing to treat them equally.  However, rolling out polygamy on a large scale would probably be a social disaster.  Every billionaire with 100 concubines means 99 lonely guys out there.  Given how hypergamy has been working out, I figure the effects on society would basically amount to more of the same.  Worse, a lot of the people who might undertake multiple relationships would have no idea on how to make them work.  It’s been tried.

Other than that, if we have gay marriage now, I don’t see any legal reason why polygamy is forbidden, since it has orders of magnitude more historical and cultural provenance than gay marriage ever did.  The Supreme Court has made the case time and again that the 14th Amendment (which was really about guaranteeing the rights for freed slaves) means “anything goes”.

About Rainbow “Beau” Albrecht

Massive SJW mobbing incident demonstrates that modern feminism leads to unrealistic expectations and hair-trigger tempers

Feminism began in 1848 as a movement to achieve women’s suffrage, among several other goals mainly concerning equality under the law.  Since every single item in their Declaration of Sentiments was achieved long ago, why do we still have feminism?  Despite society’s complete acquiescence, feminists started acting angrier than ever.

It’s a long story, wrapped up in the weaponized social movements that became prominent during the 1960s.  The second wave feminists had to start making new demands, of course.  Now that we’re into the fourth wave (may mighty Wotan, Guider of Destiny, put an end to this pestilence soon), the picayune things feminists complain about are getting absurd.  A recent incident illustrates this point quite well.

First, a digression about the “666 formula”

Guys, have you ever seen personal ads beginning with requirements like this?

  • Must be at least six feet tall
  • Must have a six figure income
  • Must have six pack abdominals

This “666 formula” is typical boilerplate, often merely the beginning of a long shopping list.  Likely you’ve seen similar verbiage many times before.  If you don’t meet these lofty expectations, you’re certainly not alone.  Going by stats for the USA:

  • Only about 18% of guys are 6’0″ or taller.
  • Only about 8% of guys make $100K or more.  Sorry, gold diggers!
  • According to 2013 figures, only 26.3% of American men aren’t overweight or clinically obese, part of an increasing worldwide trend.  However, if you want to get technical, there’s a difference between skinny and athletic.  For visible abdominals, you’ll need 10% or less body fat; maybe 1-2% of guys look like this these days

Therefore, only about 4% of guys meet all the “666 formula” criteria.  All these average women who think an average guy is beneath them are setting themselves up for bitter disappointment, but all that’s another topic.

A thought experiment

Whenever you see a personal ad with specifications excluding 96% of guys, do you:

  • Pass up Miss Princess Complex
  • Read further to see if she actually brings something to the table herself (besides just the possibility of sex with a spoiled brat)
  • Become enraged and tell all your friends, who tell their friends, who…

That’s right; your reaction would be one of the first two items.  Hey, we understand, women have standards.  (Well, usually.  Sometimes they need to get some damned standards!)  On the other hand, if a guy dares to say that he has some standards of his own, it can launch a feminist screech-fest, triggering millions.  This indeed happened a week ago.

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One of my colleagues at Return of Kings posted the following on Twitter:

Easy things to ask on a first date that tell you whether a girl is worth deeper investment:

* Relationship with father
* Sexual past
* Views on children
* Attitude towards men
* Ability to cook/clean/domestic duties

All can easily be woven into a first date conversation.

Was that unreasonable?  Actually, it makes a lot of sense.  You need to know basics like these before things get serious.  (After all, you wouldn’t want to marry someone who has Daddy issues, has incompatible goals for family size, might bang the milkman, etc.)  I might add, although the fraction of women in the population who pass muster for wife material is smaller than in times past, it’s still considerably more than guys who are tall AND rich AND thin (much less athletic).

Then the hordes of Mordor strong, empowered feminists began an epic pearl-clutching festival.  NARRATIVE VIOLATION!  RED ALERT!  RED ALERT!  The complete story demonstrates that truth is stranger than fiction.  For a brief rundown, the tweet went viral, generating fifteen million rageclicks.  The flapdoodle surely went around the world, but for comparison’s sake, that’s about 10% of the USA’s adult female population.

It didn’t end there.  Many of these babes started trolling him.  One notable cyber-stalker was a Twitter user going by “Liberal, Not Lefty”.  (I guess she must be a classical liberal then?  Maybe she has some unique insights on Locke, Rousseau, and Voltaire.)  Another was Emily Sears.  One of her witty rejoinders was 240 characters – or whatever the message limit is – of “hahahaha”.  (Pro tip:  the common Internet expression “lol” gets the point across and doesn’t wear out your fingers.)  Someone else went to the trouble of making a picture of him in front of a wall of vagina sculptures.  (Cool, someone knows Photoshop!)  Actually, he thought that was pretty funny.

Finally, hordes of feminists started combing over all his old posts, looking for “point and shriek” material.  (Normally I don’t recommend television, but I bet there’s some crap on the t00b that would be more entertaining for them.)  They made a big brouhaha over some minor misspelling, which was actually just a typo.  Actually, I find it saddening that these feminists have nothing better to do with their lives.  Anyway, if some brain-dead feminist or SJW wants to do the same thing to me some day, I’ll make it easy.  My favorite vegetable is the potatoe.

Nutty feminism in a nutshell

The first wave feminists actually did have concrete things to complain about, unlike silly abstractions thrown around today, such as “The Patriarchy”.  Men had (and still have) expected roles too, and women had (and still have) social advantages.  This didn’t quite figure into the calculations of these early feminists, but all that’s another story.  Ultimately, they abrogated their part of the gender social contract.

What the hell are they complaining about now?  Basically everything.  Two prominently visible results of feminism today are Princess Complex and going ballistic over nothing.  Evidently, there are fifteen million of them who need to get a life.

For all the ladies out there who don’t behave this way, you’re wonderful!

Massive SJW mobbing incident demonstrates that modern feminism leads to unrealistic expectations and hair-trigger tempers

September update

I’ve been pretty excited about Space Vixen Trek Episode 17: Tomorrow the Stars.  After all the writing, plotting, more writing, revision, revision, and more revision, it’s finally out there!

So what’s next?  That’s the big question.  After taking a deep breath, I updated my book catalog, and will modify it as new releases come out.  I’ve spruced up some of my blurbs on Amazon, and also I’m doing paperbacks of some of my shorter works – two left to go!  Those ones are large-print, which should be quite helpful for some folks.

Amazon does have lots of cool features.  They certainly have a first-rate website.  I might give their X-ray feature a whirl.  With SVT17, I’ll be kicking the tires on their Amazon Exclusive feature.  The drawback is that I can’t upload it anywhere else.

For the record, I really do like Smashwords.  The only problem with Smashwords is that I’ll always make an early sale or two with every new title.  Then my new book drops to the bottom of the list and they never recirculate it, so my books never get seen.  I wrote them about that, and got a form letter back referring me to guides I’d already seen before.  They were really ahead of the curve in times past, but they need to start innovating again.

Other than that, I have in mind a sequel for SVT17.  This will be quite a unique mashup of a very famous Greek epic with the cheesiest sitcom of 1960s television.  Let’s just say this will involve seven castaways lost in the wine-dark cosmos.  Things start going to hell with the dippy bird scene, a terrible omen on a spaceship.

Medieval Vixen Quest Episode 0:  The Search For Shlock also has a couple of planned sequels.  One will reprise the fantasy setting, but dripping with cynicism.  The one following will be set in an environment sort of like The Matrix, though pretty similar to virtual reality environments already existing today.  I’ve written about that concept before.

Then there are some even more out-there concepts.  One will be the redneck version of British history; it’s about half done.  Another will be a hostile takeover of a New Agey gathering-place by an organized crime gang.

September update