Greenpeace is in turmoil after more than 40 staff signed a letter calling two of the group’s most senior officials to resign. The group faced ridicule last month after it emerged that Husting chose to regularly fly between his home in Luxembourg and work in Amsterdam, leaving a massive carbon footprint.
NL Times reports that staff members have now penned a letter to Husting and Greenpeace director Kuni Naidoo, calling for Husting’s sacking and also urging Naidoo to “consider his position”, adding that only their departure can repair the damage they have caused the environmentalist group.
The letter has spread among the group’s employees and has now been signed by almost all important campaign leaders and senior staff. Only Dutch director Sylvia Borren is missing, as she believes that dismissal is unnecessary.
Staff are also angry at Husting’s salary, believing it to be far too high. At €6,075 (£4,790/$8,170) a month, staff members say that the amount is “multiple times the average income and a lot of money for most of our supporters”.
The letter adds that there is no way for the group to recover its reputation unless both Husting and Naidoo go, as keeping them on will continued to undermine their credibility.
I hate to be the one to break it to the letter’s signatories, but Greenpeace’s “credibility” has already been significantly undermined. By the co-founder of Greenpeace.
But then, that’s just nitpicking. Because I hate the earth and such. And probably racism.
The one good thing to come out of all this, as I noted on Twitter, is that we can all sit back and giggle as protesters try to figure out a way to chain themselves to the air.
God Bless the United States of the Transnational Progressivist Utopia!
— John Harwood (@JohnJHarwood) July 24, 2014
Now, before you get all miffed, think about this from her perspective: the reset did in fact work, if what you were after was a rekindling of the Cold War. Because maybe this time the good guys will win!
You can’t have “fundamental transformation” without “fun”! Or “mental.” Or “Jesus Christ, tell me this is a dream!”
Okay. So maybe that last requires a bit of artistic license. But then, I’m an artist. So deal.
Stern: “If you’re anti-Israel, then you’re anti-America. It’s the only democracy over there, it’s the only friend we have who’s willing to fight and stand up for what’s right.”
Idea for a pay-per-view event: Stern and Mark Steyn vs John Stewart and just about anyone from MSNBC, CNN, or the LAT. Topic: Who would Hitler most approve of, the Israelis or Hamas, the offshoot of the PLO, PLA, and the Mufti who pushed for the Final Solution.
Winner gets bragging rights. Losers move to Israel or Gaza, their choice.
Fuck, man. I’d pay $40 to see that, wouldn’t you?
Via Mark Levin, Landmark Legal’s press release, which includes this great bit:
The EPA is atoxic waste dump for lawlessness and disdain for the Constitution,” said Landmark President Mark Levin. “When any federal agency receives a FOIA request, the statute says it must preserve every significant repository of records, both paper and electronic, that may contain materials that could be responsive to that request. When an agency gets sued it must also notify everyone who might be involved in the suit to preserve everything in their possession that could be discoverable in the litigation. But the people at the EPA, from the Administrator on down, think they’re above the law, that no one has the right to question what or how they do their jobs. Well, they’re wrong. The laws apply to everyone, even federal bureaucrats.”
Magical thinking aside, it sure is fun — not to mention nostalgic — to recall an America wherein the rule of law wasn’t something that was arbitrarily applied, or used as a political and partisan weapon to help “nudge” us toward the Utopian Dreams of our New Progressive Fathers.
My wife is on a business trip and in order to secure an absolutely freaking killer deal on some stone mosaic floor tile yesterday (normally $18 a sq. foot, I got it at about $0.77 from my buddy’s store — they had excess they were trying to move) I had to run down to his shop and pick it up before some jerk removed the “hold” sign and tried to steal it out from under me.
So with the two boys in tow I made the trek and then loaded up a thousand or so pounds of the stuff. Then I came home an unloaded it when I found out I’d loaded it on top of our wrestling bags just as I was about to take Satch in for open mat.
[note: it looks far more slate-like in person]
I’m sore, I’ve been under constant assault for the last two days from putative “conservatives”, and apparently some trucker (and maybe a “RINO Hunter”, too) from Twitter is going to come to my house to beat me up. I asked him for 30 minutes lead time so I can get a camera set up. I haven’t been working out much with the house stuff going on — about a month off now, I figure, since I got all swole for my reunion — but I’m pretty sure having just sparred with a few mil spec ops guys and in the process shown them the force of a top wrist lock, to great acclaim; and having also recently sparred with a BJJ-trained friend half my age (he choked me from behind as a joke and wound up on his back with my elbow on his throat after his triangle choke failed to hold my arm) — I’m set, despite not being at my strongest.
At any rate, I’m checking in, and I’d like to thank you all for keeping the site going. I’ll try to post a bit today if I get the chance, but Tanner woke me up at 5 AM and right now I feel like I’m living in a world that’s had all the air removed and replaced with jello. Plus, I have to pick out some fans. These are awesome. Thinking about putting a 10′ orange one in our living room to accentuate the 22′ ceilings. And yes, I’m now fascinated by fans, including this one that is going into the master bedroom and, as a coordinated pair, on the covered patio. Also, I’m into spray foam. And silent garage door openers. And garbage disposers.
I don’t know what’s happening to me. I need help. Although admit it: you want one of these, too.
Thanks to those of you who came to my defense last night. Most people just think it better to stay out of those kinds of things; me, I think it important to drag these fauxcons out into the light where we can see just how ugly they really are. But I often have to do it alone, at great personal expense. So do know that I appreciate the kind words and help.
I’m like human flypaper to the sicknesses in man. Regardless of putative political affiliations. Which would be a cool superpower if it didn’t absolutely suck so much.
h/t Glenn Reynolds
For your evening listening pleasure …
The sounds of my childhood …
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.