Aging Hippie Beshits Self, Passes Out

For all the talk of Trump being something akin to a dictator, people seem to ignore the fact that California’s governor is the state’s answer to Kim Il Sung:

“We are building a coalition that covers about 30 percent of the GDP of the world and well more than a billion people,” [Jerry Brown] said. “So, we are taking action in California. We are linking up with other similar-minded people all over the world. And we are pushing forward, even as Trump blusters, he cannot command the tides to not come in.”

“Climate change is occurring. Global warming is occurring. California is beginning to burn up. The political will is not strong enough but it’s moving in the right direction,” he said.

Read the link if you’ve ever wondered whether or not this whole thing is about creating some kind of global government. That kind of thing will never happen of course, but a lot of people will die as a result of this noble vision. That Moonbeam should be part of the spearhead will come as no surprise.

Long after Jerry Brown leaves this realm, his festering corpse will remain in office in Sacramento, propped up by felons, illegal immigrants and other natural Democrat constituencies. 

California will eventually secede, and Jerry Brown will be named President for Eternity. Hordes of stupid children will salute a statue of him at the corner of Hollywood and Highland, before visiting such lesser shrines as those to Saint Don’t Call Me Bruce Jenner and Harvey Weinstein. By that point, of course, California will be a puppet state of China, after the Chinese throw out the Mexican government.

If we could wave a wand and do away with the cultural achievements of the Baby Boomers, such as Ira Einhorn Day and the global warming suicide cult, I could probably live without The Beatles.

It Will Never End

Outside of some vague utopian notion of a classless, raceless, genderless, nationless society, the crowd that does these things has no idea of what its actual goals are. That’s why this craziness never ends. Yesterday it was Robert E Lee, today it’s Theodore Roosevelt:

Protesters splattered red liquid onto the base of the bronze statue of Theodore Roosevelt outside the American Museum of Natural History in Manhattan, and later published a statement on the internet calling for its removal as an emblem of “patriarchy, white supremacy and settler-colonialism.”


The group said the museum should “rethink its cultural halls regarding the colonial mentality behind them.”

Have you ever noticed that this crowd just doesn’t stop? Every time a concession is made, they move on to another target. It’s because, at the end of the day, they don’t know what they want; they just know that they like getting others to meet their demands.

(H/T Ann Althouse)

RIP Goodstuff

Sad news: Allen Reinertsen, aka Goodstuff, has passed away. If some men march to the beat of their own drums, Goodstuff had a full percussion section. Say a prayer for his family; the man will be missed.

Seriously, What Did You Think Was Going on at the Universities?

I saw this story the other day and thought that it wasn’t worth comment, but apparently it’s making traction in the blogosphere and I’m feeling lazy today, so here it is:

The “progressive stack” is a method to order speakers and participants by race and gender along a “social justice” hierarchy. Women “of color” come first, men “of color” next, then white women, and at the back of the line, white men.

The progressive stack is all over the news the last few days because a graduate student Teaching Assistant at the University of Pennsylvania, Stephanie McKellop, bragged on Twitter about using the progressive stack in class, as we reported in U. Penn Teaching Assistant Calls on White Male Students Last, Because “Social Justice”:

Are we just looking for blogging fodder at this point? This kind of thinking has been around for a very long time, even if it didn’t have a name until a few years ago. Of course it’s moronic and self-defeating; that’s what they do at the universities.

Incidentally, I was wondering about something the other day. If universities have classes in, say, African American Literature, doesn’t that create a situation in which black authors are permanently relegated to a boutique status within the academy? There are students who silently take their diversity mandated class who strongly suspect that the authors picked for such a class are lauded for nothing other than the color of their skin. In turn, this harms the authors on the diversity list, because they are relegated to their own canon, which can only be compared negatively to the broader (read: white) canon.

It will not get better. The left can only out-left itself, and with Republicans controlling the government we are about to see a level of wackiness likely not seen since the late 1960s. They glimpsed the Promised Land with Obama, who began instituting every silly idea that grad students in Inrersectional Lesbian Studies wanted, only to have it all ripped away by Cheeto Hitler.

Oh well. It’s fun to laugh at them.

They Won’t Respect You in the Morning

I wonder if Hugh Hefner in his last days, as he tottered around his crumbling, piss-stained McMansion, knew what was happening to his empire. I kind of hope he did:

For the first time in its 64-year history, Playboy magazine will feature a transgender Playmate, a decision that Cooper Hefner, a top executive at the magazine, said on Thursday was in keeping with its founding mission of embracing changing attitudes about sex.

Ace mentions this, but I can’t imagine anyone under the age of 60 still subscribes to Playboy. They’re following in the desperate footsteps of GQ, Esquire and plenty of other once-unique publishing brands by appealing to the SJW crowd. 

It won’t work.

Sure, people will laud them on Twitter and maybe sales will get a minor bump, but can anyone really see a bunch of feminists suddenly deciding that Playboy is a great magazine that deserves their support? SJWs infiltrate. They don’t care if the host lives or dies.

Aside from that, if every other outlet is now posting social justice clickbait, what differentiates Playboy from anyone else? A chick with a penis? That’s almost passé at this point.

There are lots of old institutions these days that have sped up their own decline by submitting to this garbage. I’m glad to see that Playboy has joined them.

Hillary’s Social Media Agitprop Generator Still Appears to Be Floundering

I spent the last five minutes looking for recent news sources on Verrit – four minutes more than I spent looking at Verrit itself. In case you don’t remember, and I don’t know how you could forget, Verrit is a project started by Clinton worm Peter Daou in order to justify his life.

Right now, Verrit stands at 60,000 Twitter followers, less than half of what Daou himself has, though we can be sure that Cruella had something to do with both. An informal, half-assed glance at Verrit’s Twitter page also reveals that about one out of every five responses to its tweets are trolls. The sites that have covered it thus far are mostly tech blogs, but no one has had anything nice to say about it. Daou himself has not helped matters any, as can be seen by…well…

No Peter, we’re laughing at you.

Seriously though, what is it about the Clintons that causes people like Daou to glom onto them until they are sniveling, crawling, dried up shells of former human beings? It’s like some evil magician crossed Renfield with Gollum and took away the intelligence, independence and dignity. Look at Huma Abedin – she shot out Carlos Danger’s kid, and now she’s hanging out with Mrs. Harvey Weinstein, and Hillary won’t let her die! And Peter Daou, well, he’s trapped in a basement in Chappaqua, chained to a PC with a 286 processor and a 28k modem, with a bottle of cyanide glued to one hand and a copy of What Happened glued to the other. If you stare into his cold, vacant eyes long enough you can almost hear the screams, his head bobbing in Morse Code spelling out, “Blue dress…Blue dress…”

Don’t get me wrong. They deserve it.

Reminder: Hollywood Pedophilia Is Nothing New

Sometimes Jezebel can be useful. Here’s a post from late 2011 about agent and pervert Martin Weiss, who was arrested after an 18 year old actor came forward and accused Weiss of molesting him when the actor was a minor. I won’t post the details, but read the list of movies and shows the Jezebel author mentions if you want to get just a little sick:

Weiss stopped managing the victim when he was 15, but he’s worked with many other children since he started his business in the mid-1990s. He’s placed children in roles on shows like iCarly, Criminal Minds, and Parenthood, and movies including Jack and Jill and The Muppets Movie. Several weeks ago the victim became more and more worried that Weiss had abused other children, particularly because he knew other boys had spent the night at his house. On November 15, the young man confronted Weiss at his apartment and taped their conversation. Police say in the recording Weiss admits he had sex with the victim, but says it wasn’t abuse. 

Being California, when Weiss eventually pleaded no contest, he was given a year in jail and sentenced to treatment, because every criminal nowadays is just a misunderstood victim. Especially if the criminal has money.

It’s becoming increasingly difficult to stomach the idea of consuming Hollywood entertainment. At this point I hope that the whole industry is destroyed. 

Related: I’m probably going to stop doing Rule 5 posts. I’m not being holier-than-thou, it’s just that after the last few days it doesn’t seem fun anymore. Years ago I knew a few people in the porn industry, and I thought that that business was uniquely creepy. Now it’s becoming clear that this is how entertainment as a whole has been operating for a long time.

Perhaps something decent will come from the ashes.

Corey Feldman and His Problems

I was reading some comments over at Breitbart on the Harvey Weinstein meltdown, and Corey Feldman’s name came up. People know that Harvey Weinstein is the tip of the pervert iceberg in Hollywood, and many of us have been reminded of the allegations that Feldman has made:

They were passing us back and forth to each other. [Alison Arngrim] from Little House on the Prairie said [in an interview], “Everybody knew that the two Coreys were just being passed around.” Like it was something people joked about on studio lots. We’re not talking about huge executives and directors that I am aware of that were involved in this. The people that I knew doing it were publicists, they were photographers for teen magazines, things like that.

Horrific stuff, to be sure, and that’s excluding the even more gruesome stuff at the link.

Here’s my problem:

[U]nfortunately California conveniently enough has a statute of limitations that prevents that from happening. Because if I were to go and mention anybody’s name I would be the one that would be in legal problems and I’m the one that would be sued. We should be talking to the district attorneys and the lawmakers in California, especially because this is where the entertainment industry is and this is a place where adults have more direct and inappropriate connection with children than probably anywhere else in the world.

We’ve been hearing for some time about how Feldman is just itching to come forward and name names, but dammit, he just can’t because of that pesky statute of limitations. 

Aside from NBC, the networks would love to get the exclusive interview on this. He could have told The Hollywood Reporter last year. He could talk to the LA Times. Hell, I would talk to him and post the damn thing unedited. At this point, what could the people who molested him do? Sue him?

Obviously, everyone in Hollywood who works with kids isn’t a damn pedophile, so it’s hardly enough to just issue a blanket condemnation on the whole industry, especially if, as Feldman says, one of his abusers is still working. That means, if the story is true, that there’s an abuser working with children right now, and Feldman knows who it is. Right now. But statute of limitations, you know.

Feldman has the chance to be a far bigger hero than any of the aging starlets who suddenly regret blowing Harvey Weinstein. Unfortunately, unless someone, whether or not his name is Corey Feldman, decides to come forward and take the risk, I can’t really conclude that this smoke has a fire.

Who’s Next?

No doubt Hollywood is hoping that Harvey Weinstein will serve as a proper sacrifice to their false gods. Hey, the man is sick, right? Wealthy people always have an “illness;” everyone else is a criminal or a pervert.

Well, I am not satisfied with this, and one thing that I have discovered as I approach middle age is that if I have a problem with something, I’m probably not alone. The entertainment industry, whether it’s the NFL, Hollywood or the network news channels, expects us to believe that it can impart morality to us plebeians and any evil going on right in front of us is somehow an aberration.


“Pretty little slut boy,” was a phrase one lecherous homosexual used to use, in reference to people like me. “Young, dumb, and full of [—],” another slang term often surfaced. I had started in as a dubbing & acquisitions coordinator, so at least I was on the buying end rather than the selling end. If you were trying to break into ad sales, and all you had was your youth and ambition, the pressure was even higher on you to work around the usual rules of ethics to get ahead. Like many young workers in the company at that time, I was not “staff.” I was working under a temporary labor category and “promoted” to coordinator so I could get neither health insurance nor overtime.

I was lithe and had an athletic build, plus I was obviously Puerto Rican. The market niche in which I would fit was quite predictable. What went on, back then, explains the origination of my obesity later in life, after I got out of the Army. Once I was in my late thirties, a part of me hated everything that came with having a “good body.”


I stepped into the empty conference room, which I remember had glass windows so everyone in the work area outside could see what was happening. The tall, overweight guy on staff stuck his hand up my shorts and grabbed my private parts. “Just let me explain,” he said. This was clearly the usual routine.

Please read the whole thing by Robert Oscar Lopez. This is a game that we all knew was happening, but most of us, and I mean us, chose to ignore it because…I don’t know. We all knew Hollywood is crazy? The movies were fun? I don’t know, but there’s no time like now to start letting them know that we no longer need them.

Donna Karan, True Feminist

Finally. It was beginning to look like no feminist would step forward to defend a powerful male Democrat, but fashion designer Donna Karan (DKNY) has stepped forward to absolve Harvey Weinstein of his sins. Naturally, she does so by blaming women:

I think we have to look at ourselves. Obviously, the treatment of women all over the world is something that has always had to be identified. Certainly in the country of Haiti where I work, in Africa, in the developing world, it’s been a hard time for women.

To see it here in our own country is very difficult, but I also think how do we display ourselves? How do we present ourselves as women? What are we asking? Are we asking for it by presenting all the sensuality and all the sexuality?

When a Democrat’s goose is about to be cooked, you can always count on a feminist to swoop in and save the day. Who would ever have thought that the cult of victimhood would extend to an ultra-rich white guy?

But hey, Republicans are making noise, so at some point there has to be a circling of the wagons. I think that ultimately this whole episode will be forgotten when Buzzhole posts a rumor they heard about Donald Trump and a Russian donkey, complete with anonymous sources and animated gifs. 

What a fucking time to be alive.