I had another subject in mind for this week until I read Rachel Alexanders How I Massively Triggered the Left on Twitter" (Intellectual Conservative September 15). I wont rehash the details: theyre quite sickeninganother of countless examples showing that incivility in our decadent society has just about entered the bullying Brownshirt stage (with the thuggery stopping just this side of physical assault... usually).
Lets put it this way. If Xs political opinions fall well left of center and Ys are slightly to the right then X is allowed to call Y a racist. Thats kind of insane" Y protests inasmuch as my long-time mate was a person whose DNA was almost entirely African." So what?" X snaps back. Thats a well-known racist tricktaking a non-white mate to prove youre not racist! As if you didnt know that slaveowners raped their slave girls all the time." Um... I dont think my friend would fit the description of a slave girl" Y smiles. No!" X snarls. More like race-traitor! Its not hard for whites to find some Sambo or Sallie who will sell out just for the joy of slithering into the plantation manor through the back window!" If Y is still responding to this rabid primate meagerly endowed with the power of speech the response might be But Im actually not Caucasian myself for the most part." Showing long canines X howls back Then why do you carry the white mans water and mop up his s**t?"
More often then not the person shooting back this impressive balance of vulgarity and stupidity will himself (or increasingly herself) be Caucasian. White icing on the leftist cannabis cake.
Now what Im about to add to this discussion" will get me killed within ten years probably when some Stalinist Santa Claws trawling through the communications of everyones life to see whos been naughty and whos been nice will punch tickets for the one-way train. But Im old enough not to care.
Ill start with my fellow citizens of African descent. Some of them I suspect dont like themselves very much. Why would they? Their society has never offered any other group so many advance three squares" cards. College scholarships are bending the limbs ripe for the picking. Publicly funded organizations are waving black applicants to the front of the line and many private-sector companies maintain quota systems for purposes of public relations. Lawsuits over racial prejudice (or the threat of such lawsuits) protect sub-par performance like some mythical Ring of Invincibility. Yet still... yet still there you are a young black male who emerged from high school hardly reading at seventh-grade level. You couldnt even land a basketball scholarship which is how your best friend got into college; but one thing you have indeed been able to do by the age of eighteen is sire three children on three different women... or girls... none of which children you ever see or pay a dime to support.
Or maybe youre one of the three girls. Youll have another three or four kids before youre thirty (and perhaps the same number of abortions). Medicaid gives you a couple of thou a month for each one of thema really nice haul for unskilled labor. So thats your job. Thats what your society has decreed you will be and do in this life: a baby-mill a womb that grinds out little ones with prospects even dimmer than yours.
That would settle me into a permanently pissed-off mood as well. Imagine the inner conversationa dialogue with Self that doesnt take place in words but must be gnawing around the edges of consciousness all the time:
Could I have done more with my life? Sure… at least I think so. I think Ive got something special in me somewhere... but the world will never know and Ill never know. I didnt open the door to that something: I let myself become just another number. Now it wasnt all my fault. In fact loud voices keep filling my ear with talk of systemic racismand it does seem like the game was rigged. I couldnt have throttled all of that potential all of those vague ambitions all by myself. The system showered me with stuff and snitched away my real chances at the same time. It paid me off. It bribed me to play the role of someone whos good for nothing. And the bribe was pretty hefty sometimes (though sometimes it was just a magic trick and a fat check that became genuine poverty)....
But I didnt have to take the bribe. Deep down I knew that. I dont like myself for taking the easy way out for being suckered into the worse option. And I dont like not liking myselfgoing around hour after hour day in and day out not really liking myself. That makes me even more pissed off. Racism? Reparations? Okay. Ill take that. I dont really know what it all means... or I know damn well rather that the people peddling it have no idea what it means. I just know that somebodys getting bled for my miseryand thats okay with me. Somebody ought to. Im not that goodbut theyre even worse the somebodies because all they did was help me bury whatever was better in me."
Self-contempt resentment of the world for feeding that contempt... those are two strong emotions hidingbarely hidingunder the youre a racist!" veil of invective. One of the things racist" now means in mouths that love to launch the word (if it still means anything at all) is that you dont have a very high estimate of yourself and you hold others responsible for it: the others who keep pitying you for being on the bottom just when you were taking a little pride in getting your life together.
Now lets take a good look at white folksat certain white folks. Would you believe that a lot of white males on the left are afraid of black males? A not insignificant cause of the Souths secession was the terror that slaves (who represented well over half the population of Mississippi and other pockets of the Deep South) would revolt en masse and slaughter every white. John Brown tapped into this terror. The successful and bloody slave uprising in Haiti a few decades earlier was also very much on the Southern mind.
In this regard (and in more than one or two others) the leftist male is less Rhett Butler than Robert Barnwell Rhett Jr. Hes not a strong mannot morally not intellectually and beyond doubt not physically. Strong black males intimidate him; I think they almost induce a kind of panic in him. What if he says something wrongwhat if these powerful and subliminally simmering people go to a sudden boil over some ill-chosen phrase? I have only to look at a desk full of ESPN white woke" males surrounding some gargantuan hero of the turf to catch this vibe palpably. Wow B.J.I mean wow man... wow dog... the way you shredded their defense... youre my sons all-time favorite player... mine too of course... what was your reaction when you were unanimous MVP? Were you ever sorry that you didnt choose another sport? I mean you were so multi-talented in college!"
Somehow such unctuous accolades never quite smell like true admiration to me. Theres an acrid odor blended into thema touch of fear. Physical fear. Part of the reason white males become progressives (Im not calling it a major reason but I sense a contribution) is that black males physically intimidate them. Now men dont like feeling intimidated even the least male of them. Something primal in themin usinsists upon creating a survival strategy. The strategy of the white male progressive is to bind the mighty black male in chains of adulation. Surely he wont hit me if he sees that I adore him. And I do adore him! Hes so... not me! Damn him. But if I give him what he wants what he understandsall that hes capable of understandingand lift him on the pedestal Ive made for the greatest gladiator of all time then... then he wont be able to pound me into powder without losing what he really needs: an abject sycophantic admirer. Ive got him there. Im safe."
Here I suspect is where we find much of the motivation behind the you f-g racist!" tweets originating from keyboards that no black finger has ever touched. The writer" (how debased that word has grown!) hides impenetrably behind an avatar that might as well be Django or Mister T. In his e-cape of invisibility he heavily imbibes that bad ass" ichor which hes convinced circulates abundantly in African veins... so unlike his white identity which has never elevated him above a mere ass. On the Internet he can sling obscenities like a rapper and intimidate others with his newly (falsely) acquired blackness. Racist" from his virtual mouth from his soiled fingertips means just this: Be afraid of me! Ill dox youIll get beat you up! Ill rape youIll murder you!" Yep. That one little wordracistis a terrorist threat to every minute of whatever time you have left on earth... or thats what the punk would like it to be.
Naturally the former kind of verbal assailantthe genuinely black person who allows racist" to monopolize his or her vocabularyis a lot more simpatico. After all that person is right in a way. If you keep throwing money at a black child (or in his direction: most of it will never reach his doorstep) instead of demanding that he pass algebra youre telling him that hes stupid; that he cant help being stupid that hell always be stupid but that youll keep the subsidies coming so that he doesnt starve on the streets. Theres irony to be sure in his reserving the r" word precisely for those who would cut off the unconditional subsidies and require a passing test score... but how else is he supposed to react? Because now he needs permanent subsidizingnow that youve robbed him both of his best opportunity to learn and of his self-respect.
Somehow I just dont think thats the guyor the girlwho wastes time spewing and slavering e-idiocy in the direction of people like Rachel Alexander. I can see Maxine Waters doing it because thats her gig; and I can see Jemele Hill doing it because shes a ball of psychotic rage that will send a death ray through any opening. But make no mistake: the people who most need black Americans to be victims of systemic racism" are white leftistsand not even or not just because the canard gins up their base (as it does for Waters). No these are nameless people with no brilliant future before them. They too are balls of rage. And they need the avatar the stereotypethe caricatureof the snubbed derided cheated beaten and lynched freedmans muscular son roaring back on a cloud of vengeance to channel all their frustration.
Racist" means Im so pissed off Im not taking any blame for it I know my filthy eiecta scare and disgust you... and oh that makes me so happy! Thats the one thing that makes me happy! Lick my st white man!"
Jemele Hill was never more white than when she decided to take this road.
I had another subject in mind for this week until I read Rachel Alexanders How I Massively Triggered the Left on Twitter" (Intellectual Conservative September 15). I wont rehash the details: theyre quite sickeninganother of countless examples showing that incivility in our decadent society has just about entered the bullying Brownshirt stage (with the thuggery stopping just this side of physical assault... usually).
Lets put it this way. If Xs political opinions fall well left of center and Ys are slightly to the right then X is allowed to call Y a racist. Thats kind of insane" Y protests inasmuch as my long-time mate was a person whose DNA was almost entirely African." So what?" X snaps back. Thats a well-known racist tricktaking a non-white mate to prove youre not racist! As if you didnt know that slaveowners raped their slave girls all the time." Um... I dont think my friend would fit the description of a slave girl" Y smiles. No!" X snarls. More like race-traitor! Its not hard for whites to find some Sambo or Sallie who will sell out just for the joy of slithering into the plantation manor through the back window!" If Y is still responding to this rabid primate meagerly endowed with the power of speech the response might be But Im actually not Caucasian myself for the most part." Showing long canines X howls back Then why do you carry the white mans water and mop up his s**t?"
More often then not the person shooting back this impressive balance of vulgarity and stupidity will himself (or increasingly herself) be Caucasian. White icing on the leftist cannabis cake.
Now what Im about to add to this discussion" will get me killed within ten years probably when some Stalinist Santa Claws trawling through the communications of everyones life to see whos been naughty and whos been nice will punch tickets for the one-way train. But Im old enough not to care.
Ill start with my fellow citizens of African descent. Some of them I suspect dont like themselves very much. Why would they? Their society has never offered any other group so many advance three squares" cards. College scholarships are bending the limbs ripe for the picking. Publicly funded organizations are waving black applicants to the front of the line and many private-sector companies maintain quota systems for purposes of public relations. Lawsuits over racial prejudice (or the threat of such lawsuits) protect sub-par performance like some mythical Ring of Invincibility. Yet still... yet still there you are a young black male who emerged from high school hardly reading at seventh-grade level. You couldnt even land a basketball scholarship which is how your best friend got into college; but one thing you have indeed been able to do by the age of eighteen is sire three children on three different women... or girls... none of which children you ever see or pay a dime to support.
Or maybe youre one of the three girls. Youll have another three or four kids before youre thirty (and perhaps the same number of abortions). Medicaid gives you a couple of thou a month for each one of thema really nice haul for unskilled labor. So thats your job. Thats what your society has decreed you will be and do in this life: a baby-mill a womb that grinds out little ones with prospects even dimmer than yours.
That would settle me into a permanently pissed-off mood as well. Imagine the inner conversationa dialogue with Self that doesnt take place in words but must be gnawing around the edges of consciousness all the time:
Could I have done more with my life? Sure… at least I think so. I think Ive got something special in me somewhere... but the world will never know and Ill never know. I didnt open the door to that something: I let myself become just another number. Now it wasnt all my fault. In fact loud voices keep filling my ear with talk of systemic racismand it does seem like the game was rigged. I couldnt have throttled all of that potential all of those vague ambitions all by myself. The system showered me with stuff and snitched away my real chances at the same time. It paid me off. It bribed me to play the role of someone whos good for nothing. And the bribe was pretty hefty sometimes (though sometimes it was just a magic trick and a fat check that became genuine poverty)....
But I didnt have to take the bribe. Deep down I knew that. I dont like myself for taking the easy way out for being suckered into the worse option. And I dont like not liking myselfgoing around hour after hour day in and day out not really liking myself. That makes me even more pissed off. Racism? Reparations? Okay. Ill take that. I dont really know what it all means... or I know damn well rather that the people peddling it have no idea what it means. I just know that somebodys getting bled for my miseryand thats okay with me. Somebody ought to. Im not that goodbut theyre even worse the somebodies because all they did was help me bury whatever was better in me."
Self-contempt resentment of the world for feeding that contempt... those are two strong emotions hidingbarely hidingunder the youre a racist!" veil of invective. One of the things racist" now means in mouths that love to launch the word (if it still means anything at all) is that you dont have a very high estimate of yourself and you hold others responsible for it: the others who keep pitying you for being on the bottom just when you were taking a little pride in getting your life together.
Now lets take a good look at white folksat certain white folks. Would you believe that a lot of white males on the left are afraid of black males? A not insignificant cause of the Souths secession was the terror that slaves (who represented well over half the population of Mississippi and other pockets of the Deep South) would revolt en masse and slaughter every white. John Brown tapped into this terror. The successful and bloody slave uprising in Haiti a few decades earlier was also very much on the Southern mind.
In this regard (and in more than one or two others) the leftist male is less Rhett Butler than Robert Barnwell Rhett Jr. Hes not a strong mannot morally not intellectually and beyond doubt not physically. Strong black males intimidate him; I think they almost induce a kind of panic in him. What if he says something wrongwhat if these powerful and subliminally simmering people go to a sudden boil over some ill-chosen phrase? I have only to look at a desk full of ESPN white woke" males surrounding some gargantuan hero of the turf to catch this vibe palpably. Wow B.J.I mean wow man... wow dog... the way you shredded their defense... youre my sons all-time favorite player... mine too of course... what was your reaction when you were unanimous MVP? Were you ever sorry that you didnt choose another sport? I mean you were so multi-talented in college!"
Somehow such unctuous accolades never quite smell like true admiration to me. Theres an acrid odor blended into thema touch of fear. Physical fear. Part of the reason white males become progressives (Im not calling it a major reason but I sense a contribution) is that black males physically intimidate them. Now men dont like feeling intimidated even the least male of them. Something primal in themin usinsists upon creating a survival strategy. The strategy of the white male progressive is to bind the mighty black male in chains of adulation. Surely he wont hit me if he sees that I adore him. And I do adore him! Hes so... not me! Damn him. But if I give him what he wants what he understandsall that hes capable of understandingand lift him on the pedestal Ive made for the greatest gladiator of all time then... then he wont be able to pound me into powder without losing what he really needs: an abject sycophantic admirer. Ive got him there. Im safe."
Here I suspect is where we find much of the motivation behind the you f-g racist!" tweets originating from keyboards that no black finger has ever touched. The writer" (how debased that word has grown!) hides impenetrably behind an avatar that might as well be Django or Mister T. In his e-cape of invisibility he heavily imbibes that bad ass" ichor which hes convinced circulates abundantly in African veins... so unlike his white identity which has never elevated him above a mere ass. On the Internet he can sling obscenities like a rapper and intimidate others with his newly (falsely) acquired blackness. Racist" from his virtual mouth from his soiled fingertips means just this: Be afraid of me! Ill dox youIll get beat you up! Ill rape youIll murder you!" Yep. That one little wordracistis a terrorist threat to every minute of whatever time you have left on earth... or thats what the punk would like it to be.
Naturally the former kind of verbal assailantthe genuinely black person who allows racist" to monopolize his or her vocabularyis a lot more simpatico. After all that person is right in a way. If you keep throwing money at a black child (or in his direction: most of it will never reach his doorstep) instead of demanding that he pass algebra youre telling him that hes stupid; that he cant help being stupid that hell always be stupid but that youll keep the subsidies coming so that he doesnt starve on the streets. Theres irony to be sure in his reserving the r" word precisely for those who would cut off the unconditional subsidies and require a passing test score... but how else is he supposed to react? Because now he needs permanent subsidizingnow that youve robbed him both of his best opportunity to learn and of his self-respect.
Somehow I just dont think thats the guyor the girlwho wastes time spewing and slavering e-idiocy in the direction of people like Rachel Alexander. I can see Maxine Waters doing it because thats her gig; and I can see Jemele Hill doing it because shes a ball of psychotic rage that will send a death ray through any opening. But make no mistake: the people who most need black Americans to be victims of systemic racism" are white leftistsand not even or not just because the canard gins up their base (as it does for Waters). No these are nameless people with no brilliant future before them. They too are balls of rage. And they need the avatar the stereotypethe caricatureof the snubbed derided cheated beaten and lynched freedmans muscular son roaring back on a cloud of vengeance to channel all their frustration.
Racist" means Im so pissed off Im not taking any blame for it I know my filthy eiecta scare and disgust you... and oh that makes me so happy! Thats the one thing that makes me happy! Lick my st white man!"
Jemele Hill was never more white than when she decided to take this road.