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.
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)
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.
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.
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.
Well here’s a story that’s about as surprising as the sunrise this morning:
After the New York Times belatedly broke the news of Weinstein’s predatory behavior, the rest of the dam of silence has begun to collapse. At least three women, two of which went on the record, now accuse Weinstein of rape, while dozens of others have come forward to discuss being victimized by varying degrees of sexual assault.
Let’s put this through what I’ll call the Wonkette Rape Matrix of male feminism:
A) Is the man a in question accused of rape?
B) Is the man in question a powerful Democrat?
Now, we have a dilemma on our hands, or perhaps a contradiction in terms. A powerful Democrat cannot, by definition, be really guilty of rape. That being said, if a woman accuses a man of rape, he must be guilty and cannot possibly be a good feminist. Let us turn back to Rebecca Schoenkopf for clarification:
I can absolutely see Bill Clinton doing this (then, not now) and not even thinking of it as rape, but thinking of it as dominant, alpha sex. I can see a LOT of men doing that during that time period, before we started telling them in the ’80s, “hey, that is rape, do not do that.” I can see YOUR NICE GRANDPA doing that, back then.
So, because a powerful Democrat once raped a woman and didn’t really think of it as rape, it wasn’t really “rape rape,” to use Whoopie Goldberg’s phrase. Moreover, that must mean that all men did this in those long ago 1970s. Hell, the 70s might as well have been 2005, right?
To sum up, I think Bill Clinton could very well have raped Juanita Broaddrick; that it doesn’t make him an evil man, or irredeemable (I’m Catholic; we’re all forgiven, if we’re sorry, and Broaddrick says Bill Clinton personally called her up to apologize). It doesn’t even necessarily make him a bad feminist — you know, later, once he stops doing that.
You see, all it takes is one female feminist (read: Democrat) to forgive the male feminist in order for him to maintain his feminist credentials; it doesn’t even have to be the woman he raped. Jesus said that. It’s somewhere in the Bible: “Verily, he who is forgiven has to be really really sorry. He doesn’t have to stop doing that shit, and he doesn’t even have to believe in Me” (Gospel According to Andrea 66:6).
Now all we need is one feminist to lay hands on Harvey Weinstein (not in that way, you weirdo) and he will remain a male feminist in good standing.
Hillary, we’re looking at you.
Update: Hillary Clinton sort of releases a sort of statement:
“I was shocked and appalled by the revelations about Harvey Weinstein,” Clinton said in the statement. “The behavior described by the women coming forward cannot be tolerated. Their courage and the support of others is critical in helping to stop this kind of behavior.”
Notice that she doesn’t actually say anything about Harvey Weinstein in this bit of meandering Clintonism. This may be a job for a real feminist: Meryl Streep.
Update 2: Vox Day is more optimistic than I am. From a post entitled “The fat pig is toast”:
What a joke. This loser is not at all powerful, he’s overtly and observably pathetic. Just listen to the pig whine and beg. The sickness of any industry that would allow this sort of disgusting creature to have any influence at all is an indication that it should be burned to the ground.
Well, I don’t disagree with the sentiment.
In the wake of the Harvey Weinstein kerfuffle, I’ve been halfheartedly trying to get people to remember a rather stunning moment in feminist history. In 2016, Rebecca Schoenkopf at the Gawker-affiliated blog Wonkette said what many of us on the right have suspected: A) she believes that Bill Clinton raped Juanita Broaddrick in 1978 and B) she doesn’t really care.
I think Bill Clinton could very well have raped Juanita Broaddrick; that it doesn’t make him an evil man, or irredeemable (I’m Catholic; we’re all forgiven, if we’re sorry, and Broaddrick says Bill Clinton personally called her up to apologize). It doesn’t even necessarily make him a bad feminist — you know, later, once he stops doing that.
This post created a minor firestorm when it came out; here’s somewhat liberal Ann Althouse:
And this is why we can’t have good feminism. Women — the majority of humanity — who could come together and demand respect and protection for our bodies are susceptible to getting peeled off individually by a man they feel powerfully drawn to and simply must make an exception for. He’s not really bad. He said he was sorry and he’d never do it again. And there she is, the erstwhile feminist, mouthing the biggest domestic violence cliché in the world.
I like Ann’s blog, but I think she misses the mark. The Wonkette piece is feminism, at least as it’s been practiced for the last three decades. Feminists decided in the 1990s (if not before) that they were an arm of the Democrat Party, not a principled advocacy group. This is why all attacks come from within the party and aim outward; contra Althouse, feminists were not so much drawn to Bill Clinton as they were protective of the group that he represents.
It’s not about abortion, birth control or other bugaboos. Had feminists insisted that Clinton had to go, there would have been enough Democrat senators in 1998 to ensure the swearing in of President Gore. Instead, feminists made a Faustian bargain. Problem is, the devil always wins those. (Incidentally, this is why I had respect for Andrea Dworkin even though I didn’t like her. She took a stand on principle and called for Clinton to be thrown out)
So when a clown like Joy Reid says:
Sorry Honey, that ship has sailed.
At this point, Republican voters are done losing by the other team’s rules, no matter what Paul Ryan or John McCain say. We know that feminists don’t really give a damn what Trump says or does. He is the enemy because he has an R after his name.
You defended Ted Kennedy.
You defended Bill Clinton.
You defended Anthony Weiner.
You own this shit.
Ladies, if you’re ever on a date with a guy and he says he writes for Vice, it’s probably a wise idea to split the check and call it a night. Whatever you do, though, pay attention to your drink:
A former writer for Vice’s feminist sub-site Broadly, Michael Hafford, is now facing accusations by multiple women for rape and extreme instances of assault.
Multiple […] women stated that they were assaulted and raped by Hafford, but were too afraid to come forward with these allegations. The discovery of Michael Hafford’s double-life, writing pro-feminist articles while simultaneously assaulting women, is a damning indictment for other men in his position and requires a reevaluation.
A question I have, related to recent revelations about Harvey Weinstein: why were these women afraid to come forward? Is the New York City media establishment as corrupt as Hollywood when it comes to the way its people actually behave?
It’s no surprise to find out that a self-described male feminist is actually a creepy misogynist. Hugo Schwyzer is a recent example, but one can go back as far as Ira Einhorn and Ted Kennedy to see how that works. However, it’s worth asking exactly what is going on when so many of these kinds of stories are popping up at the same time.
Well, at least this liberal admits that abortion is unpleasant.
The Other McCain: Perhaps @TomKludt Could Explain Why Killing Babies Is Such a Good Thing
Erick Erickson: A Very Sincere Thank You to @Gretawire
Talking Points Memo: Erick Erickson Responds To Greta Van Susteren With Graphic Anti-Abortion Screed
See also: Domestic Geek Girl: 15 Nauseating Quotes About Abortion (From the Abortion Providers Themselves)
I’m having a slump. Here are some things you can read today instead of watching the State of the Union.
Kevin Williamson: Great Caesar’s Ghost – “On the nauseating spectacle that is the State of the Union address.”
Whether it’s Barack Obama or some subsequent pathological megalomaniac, Republican or Democrat, the increasingly ceremonial and quasi-religious aspect of the presidency is unseemly. It is profane. It is unbecoming of us as a people, and it has transformed the presidency into an office that can be truly attractive only to men who are unfit to hold it.
The Other McCain: Because @EWErickson Is Right
Related: Erick Erickson: A Very Sincere Thank You to @Gretawire
Culture and Stuff
American Power: Communist Folk Singer Pete Seeger Dies at 94
Regular Right Guy: ‘Ladies and Gentlemen, the Beatles!’
Edge of the Sandbox: A Long Overdue Fashion Post
Aewl’s Abode: Release the Bulls!
Sad Man’s Tongue: Pin Up Polly Smile – Rule 5