So, as some of you have heard, the announcement of the Hugo Award Finalists (as opposed to nominees) has come out.  And we’ve got an interesting variety there.  Everything from some good, well written stuff to, well, Space Raptor Butt Invasion.

There’s been a variety of articles written about all this.  At this point, the Hugo Awards went from quietly excluding people they didn’t like to an outright war between Puppy Haters, Sad Puppies, and Rabid Puppies.  The awkward part being the “right wing” Sad puppies are really the moderates here, seeking to nominate books based upon merit alone.  On the one end you’ve got the people who want the award to be a precious token passed between insiders and on the other you’ve got a host of angry people who are tired of politically correct, bland, crap being given awards because the authors check the right boxes within the exclusive club.

The really sad part is that the award that used to mean quite a bit became so relatively worthless that both sides are now willing to burn it to the ground to spite the other.

That, my friends, is what you get when you push things too far one side or the other.  I’m afraid the same thing is happening now in US politics, where we have a clown show up for the presidential nomination.   Not because any of these candidates will make things markedly better, but because at this point, both sides are so raveningly angry that they just want to punish “those other people.”

As of this time, I’m coining the term a “Hugo” for a clusterfuck of gratuitous proportions, made up of angry people who want to see things destroyed.  I’ll be certain to use it in my books going forward, where appropriate.  Sadly, that’ll be the only weight the award will carry going forward.

It’s a Hugo of a situation.