Milo Goes Down
It’s truly heart-warming – and surely entirely coincidental – that “dangerous faggot” Milo Y. decided to open up about the abuse he suffered1 in his youth, only a day after derailing his gravy train by running over his own dick.
One confusing aspect of the whole debacle, however, is why the right is angry at the left over this thing. The left, after all, made Milo the star he is. (Or was?) Milo’s raison d’etre was pissing off liberals so the right could pay lip service to free speech principles.
Without the left, Milo would never have been invited to give the opening speech at CPAC. Without the left, Simon & Schuster would never have smelled money in the water and greenlit publishing Mr Peroxide’s musings on why women shouldn’t be allowed to study science and how to best misappropriate funds.
Concurrently, it wasn’t the left that told Milo to step down from CPAC. Likewise, Simon & Schuster’s decision to drop his book like a festering turd (but I repeat myself) was as cynical as deciding to publish in the first place, and based purely on the principles of free marketeering and profits.
The simple truth is that the left never had a chance of shutting Milo up. Honestly, he should be thanking the left on a daily basis – as I’m sure he will once the poor snowflake starts playing the repentant sinner in order to flog some new book.
- A lesser man would prefix this with allegedly. I never thought I’d say something like this, but I genuinely do hope Milo was raped in the ass as a youth, because him assuming other people’s genuine pain in order to avoid taking responsibility for his actions would be something only a really shitty person would do. Right? ↩
“All the braindeads suck in the false news, because they don’t have the ability to read and get the proper information.” The friend had gotten a lot of the hidden details from The Creature from Jekyll Island, a Federal Reserve conspiracy book written by an HIV/AIDS denialist who believes he knows the location of Noah’s ark and can cure cancer with a poisonous plant extract. Jeb Lund: Donald Trump’s Florida Rally Supporters Open Up
So Michael Flynn is out. Trump hasn’t been president for even a month, his numbers are already in the toilet and now he’s had to fire his national security advisor for being in the bag for a foreign state. (Well, technically he “resigned” to spend more time with his family. In Russia.)
The reliantly repulsive Newt Gingrich just wrote an article espousing The Don as “very, very smart,” but surrounded by morons, but as The Don and his “brilliant, the very best” advisors responded to a North Korean missile launch by illuminating the classified document using their cell phone lights as the other diners watched (and took photos), I was struck by a thought: What if they’re actually a bit thick?
I never thought we’d miss the statesmanship of Sarah Palin, nor was I ever interested in watching The Apprentice, but I guess I have to pay attention to it now, since whoever wins this season will affect us all.
For years, as a conservative radio talk show host, I played a role in that conditioning by hammering the mainstream media for its bias and double standards. But the price turned out to be far higher than I imagined. The cumulative effect of the attacks was to delegitimize those outlets and essentially destroy much of the right’s immunity to false information. We thought we were creating a savvier, more skeptical audience. Instead, we opened the door for President Trump, who found an audience that could be easily misled. Why Nobody Cares the President Is Lying – The New York Times
In the declining years of the British empire, some of its politicians flattered themselves that they could be “Greeks to their Romans” — providing wise and experienced counsel to the new American imperium. But the Emperor Nero has now taken power in Washington — and the British are having to smile and clap as he sets fires and reaches for his fiddle.
Financial Times: Donald Trump is a disaster for Brexit
The Man from U.N.C.L.E.
Jevnt over underholdende, men til tider på grensen til kjedelig. Guy Ritchie tar det roligere med kameraføringen enn tidligere, som er behagelig for seeren, men som også røper hvor uinspirert regien er ellers. Ingen av hovedrolleinnhaverne er heller spesielt sjarmerende, sikkert er en grei egenskap for spioner, men desto kjedeligere for seeren. (Hugh Grant trenger bare et par minutter for å stjele hele filmen) Grei nok tidtrøyte, med andre ord, og potensialet for en bedre oppfølger er stort.
- Regi: Guy Ritchie
- Med: Alicia Vikander, Henry Cavill, Armie Hammer, m.fl.
Two former WH chiefs of staff say they expect @realDonaldTrump will learn how to use nuclear launch codes by tomorrow morning before oath
— Kelly O'Donnell (@KellyO) January 19, 2017
If you’re not terrified by now, you ought to be.
A proud cuck am I; my mangina is bristling with the glow of a good day’s social justice warfare. But, unavoidably, there is something forbidding about the liberal consensus, in the same way there is something forbidding in any status quo or agreed-upon logic. This culture has created the false perception that questioning anything from the hegemony of globalisation, to the legitimacy of open gayness and women’s rights, equality between races and secularisation all taboo subjects. They have become a fire for the racists, the nationalists, the dispossessed and the bored to dance around. The Quietus: The Kids Are Alt-Right? The Hippie Energies Behind Brexit & Trump