What I learned today
Asking a question of a supposed fellow conservative is, according to a legion of sycophantic supposed fellow conservatives (just read through my Twitter feed today), akin to “harassment.” To “attack.” To “slapping” someone who has suffered from battered wife syndrome.
And noting that asking a question doesn’t equate at all to any of those things means, according to supposed fellow cons, you hate women, have a micro-penis, are a “fucking faggot” and a “cunt.” Supposed fellow conservatives w/ substantial Twitter followings will chime in to tell you you are “cray cray,” that you are “hostile,” that you are a pathetic psycho in need of meds, that you are a stalker of someone who, before today, you’d never even heard of. You need a good raping. Or a you should kill yourself.
Then, after a spell, these same supposed cons will group together — in a touching bit of ostentatious soul searching — and bemoan conservative on conservative violence. “Hey, you hostile psycho fucking faggot cunt with the micro penis who is off his meds and who should kill himself, or at least be raped, for being so ‘cray cray’,” they’ll cry, “Can’t we all just get along?”
That’s the state of “our” side. They are big-time defenders of liberty, or rather they lay claim to being such, yet I am their enemy. As are the few people who came to my defense, presumably, several of whom were shouted down.
These would-be activists swarm like libs. They argue like libs. They distort, they move goal posts, they allow ego to keep them from educating themselves. When cornered, they move on to ad hom first, emotional appeals later. They trot out straw man arguments. They try to break your spirit by retweeting each others’ lame arguments as if to create the feeling of overwheming consensus. In short, they’re rather poor Alinskyites. And it is they we have to put our faith in. God help us.
So. To sum up, what I learned today is precisely this: there is very little intellectual honesty left in political discourse, certainly on the left, but from my experience today, from a large swath of those who have taken on the conservative label, likely because it makes them feel like the new counterculture. They have no respect for those who came before them, and no time for anyone who questions “one of ours.”
They are the very things they claim to decry. And it is evident to almost none of them, or none of the people who follow them. Which makes it almost tragic. They followed the wrong path — and refused to even consider arguments made by someone so odious as am I.
Just another anti-intellectual, bullying hive mind. Only one that carries an R after its name.
It saddens me. Because though I can’t be bullied — and found the whole experience less like a personal rebuke than like a sociology experiment that resolved certain questions in a way that one hoped at the outset it wouldn’t — it’s clear that I’m a dinosaur. And so is classical liberalism, at least the way I’ve promoted it for over a decade here or on radio, etc.
If you look around at your putative brothers and sisters in arms, and they are sniffing their own rifles with their fingers on the trigger, you know the army you’re in doesn’t really have a snowball’s chance in hell of making a difference when the worst of the fighting breaks out. We saw some of that last election cycle, when they turned on those the left demanded they turn on and convinced themselves it was they who were making their own decisions. Useful idiots.
That most of those people who came after me today had no idea how long I’ve been active in promoting the cause of liberty just speaks to how different the internet has become. How full of self-righteous and phony “pragmatists” pretending to have any kind of sustainable set of principles it is.
It may well be time for me to bow off the stage, remembered for being the women-hating cunt psycho faggot I am. The serial harasser. The destroyer of honor. The pseudo-intellectual who specializes in fighting people on my own side for no good reason. A terrible teammate, if you will.
Still, I encourage those of you still around to steal my stuff — most of it’s been archived — and pass it along. But put someone else’s name to it if you decide to do so. That way it doesn’t come pre-poisoned.