Everything old is new again
So Saturday night I spent over at a buddy’s house for his birthday, a former special ops guy who doesn’t usually drink very much but who did that night — my whole family had a great time, incidentally, despite the carousing — only to wake Sunday, hung over, to see that another internet “conservative” had decided I needed to be taught a lesson. Over a Tweet I made in April. The details of which were already spelled out here and elsewhere.
What started off as the typical name-calling BS — among other things I’m a “faggot,” a “latent homo,” a “sick fuck,” a “half-wit,” the “dumbest person on Twitter,” a cuckold, a child molester, a lover of being molested by men, an “abuser of women,” a “stalker,” etc. — escalated, however, when I asked “Alex’s Ashes” (@ymtise) to stop Tweeting out a pic that had Satchel in it. Which of course, made him Tweet it out more. Because I posted it in my profile. So, you know — I was just asking for it.
Among other lessons I learned in this second go-round with our “new” batch of Twitter “conservative” opinion leaders (followed, in one instance, by the likes of Michelle Malkin) — the post-2009, we-invented-conservatism-on-the-internet crowd — is that having a blog is to be mocked; that one can’t be a race-baiter (or use the tactics of one) if one claims to have “Moor” blood in him (reached for comment, Spike Lee and David Dukes high-fived each other and then tongued kissed). I also learned that if you “wrassle” — like my son does — you’re a “fucking faggot,” and yes, that includes the “sick fuck faggots” I posted pics of Satch with: US Olympian Rulon Gardner; US Olympian Ken Chertow; US Olympian Ben Provisor; UFC Heavyweight champion Shane Carwin; 4x All-American Travis Himmelmen. All “faggots” who like to “roll around half-naked with men.”
Recall, this is the new voice of a large swath of purported online conservatism: “homo” and “faggot” are slurs; race is not only real, but it’s essentialist, and if you lay claim to having a drop of Don Quijote-era “black” blood in you, you can’t possibly be racist; US Olympians are “faggots,” while you yourself can proclaim your superior patriotism by posting a background of an eagle on your Twitter page, etc.
But that’s not the worst of it. What I also found out is that, in addition to attacking — unprovoked — someone you don’t know, someone who has preached classical liberalism and constitutional conservatism online for 12 years, and someone who has in some small way contributed to an understanding of how and why progressivism has taken hold, you are also permitted to post pics of his kids, his house, and then publicly muse about calling Child Protective Services to come over and check on his kids. You can call for others to contact the police to have them come by and check on the welfare of his family. You can speak about his wife, claiming that she’s out banging strangers by the score.
And you can do this with impunity because you are a “conservative” with 2000+ followers, so you must be really really important and a boon to the movement.
— Except that this new band of kiddie cons (both of whom, in this instance, are not children at all: hell, one of them is 64-years-old and writes in leet speak, for Chrissakes) is the exact opposite. We sometimes wonder why classical liberals or constitutionalists get the reputation for being bigoted assholes, when we know from our own experience that this isn’t the case. And yet, people like “Alex’s Ashes” or @SemperPrinceps — defended as being good people by the likes of @CaliAzona, who didn’t wish to be bothered to stop their behavior, though they claimed to be avenging her honor — do everything to maintain that harmful view of who we really are not and what we actually don’t stand for. Which has me questioning their authenticity.
I don’t use “homo” or “faggot” as slurs, nor do the conservatives of my acquaintance. My position on race is well known, and though silly, boorish, stalkerish leftists like Timmy B always show up when my name is mentioned (poor groupies just can’t quit me; it’d be funny were it not so sad and needy) to declare me a white supremacist, the kind who marries a half-Japanese woman, there’s plenty of writing that I’ve done on the subject to allow people to draw their own conclusions; I also don’t use the vile tactics of the left: threatening to call Child Protective Services, or the police, etc. I don’t engage in back-channel email exchanges and networked shunnings; and I’ve always used my own name, and have been willing to meet people personally if that’s their real desire.
Today’s voices for conservatism, in too many instances, are merely posers who find some sort of anti-establishment impulse to join the TEA Party, or pretend to, even though they haven’t a clue what it means to be a classical liberal. These are thrill seekers, wannabe iconoclasts who bask in their break from the the prevailing political powers. Either that, or they are infiltrators. False adepts. Because by their thinking you will know them.
Perhaps being online is not the bailiwick anymore for people like me. I actually used to believe that this medium could be used to teach, to debate publicly, as a way to bring intellectualism to a wider audience beyond just the phony, middling consensus of academia and their predictable progressive cant.
I used to invite progressive and liberal thinkers to post here, to engage with them, to do things that I thought would create a public space for argument of one’s beliefs, with the result being that people would decide for themselves who was right, who was wrong, and what to do with that information. In short, I was an idealistic idiot, as time has proven. This medium is home to the self-serving and the backstabbing in far greater quantities than it is to the thoughtful or the truly intellectually engaged. It’s a rah-rah chamber, in its political zone, with people declaring their team affiliation to differentiate themselves, and then using the same tactics and flawed thinking to pretend they are supporting anything other than the ever-growing disease of tyrannical identity politics.
It’s a damn shame. But it is what it is.
I’m not hard to find. I’ve never made myself hard to find. In fact, I posted my address yesterday to take away the power from these loathsome “conservative” wannabe cyberbullies who rely on people’s fear that their identities will be exposed.
If this is the new conservatism — and I’m not sure it is, except by those suckered into following these people — I’ll go back to calling myself a classical liberal, thanks. And these pretenders can go on using the internet to stroke their egos and fill some need in their empty lives — even if it’s only to fantasize about being rewarded for white knighting a tit avi. Which, I hate to tell them, won’t stroke back.
It’s still just their own fist doing all the work.
The truth is, I think these are Mobys. I have to. Because I simply refuse to believe any actual conservatives — even misguided ones — would behave the way they do.
Even though I’ve seen it before first hand.
Call me the eternal optimist.