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AWWWWW

So the landscape is littered with laid-off Enemedia “journalists,” whose weeping, wailing, and gnashing of teeth is joyous to behold. Better yet: some Dissident Right types have puckishly hurled their own old “learn to code” dismissal back in their faces, which has elevated the butthurt to truly epic proportions. To wit:


Ace, who is having himself WAY too much fun with this, ripostes sharply. To wit:

Yeah that’s impolite. Here’s the polite version: Eat my dick, Suzy.

Amen. Interestingly enough, though, according to George’s Twitter page he is or was editor-in-chief of Jalopnik, a pretty good car culture/rat rod online ‘zine that I used to look in on a good bit back when I still had one of my beloved ’56 Fairlanes to play with. Wouldn’t have really figured him for a libtard, but what the hell. Guess maybe his self-identity of “journalist” places way ahead of “car-culture maven,” I dunno.

Anyways. All this agony, in its own turn, has yielded a bumper crop of insults and mockery. To wit again:


And that’s what we call balling the motherfucking jack, people. The execrable Kevin Williamson’s “rent a UHaul” meme is putting in appearances here and there too, and I gotta say I’m loving ’em all. But short of Enemedia pricks sleeping under bridges, begging for alms at highway intersections, and starving to death en masse, what I most want to see is not for them to actually “learn to code.” That would let them off WAY too lightly to suit me. That, after all, is still a pretty cushy job—done while sitting in a comfy ergonomic chair in a nice air-conditioned office, for good pay, the principle hazard of which is no more than eyestrain, or maybe sore fingers and wrists.

No. Hell no. I want to see these self-righteous miscreants chest-deep in a roadside sewer ditch with a shovel in their hands. Or humping freight by hand on a non-climate-controlled loading dock in July, as the sweat runs off them in rivers. Or serving omelets at Waffle House at four in the morning to surly, babbling drunks who never, ever tip with paper money—when they tip at all. Or condemned to any of a thousand other difficult, dangerous, dirty, exhausting, and thankless jobs usually done by the working stiffs they so bumptiously disparage and insult from their cozy rat-warrens in DC and NYC because they aren’t One Of Us. Then and only tnen can we be satisfied that justice has been truly done.

However things shake out for them, for the nonce you’d have to have a heart of stone not to pee yourself laughing at the poor little darlings. Their arrogance, dishonesty, and blockhead bias brought their industry to its knees; now technology is applying the coup de grace. Couldn’t happen to a nicer bunch of assholes if you ask me, and I wish them all every last mite of the suffering they’ve so richly earned.

Update! Enemies of the people.

The media, those never to be adequately damned bastards who claim to be “purveyors of facts,” are the reason for virtually all of America’s political strife. It was they who shaped the attitudes of the combatants. It was they who stoked the fires of political hostility. It was they who deliberately, with unconcealable malice aforethought, have taken ordinary Americans of traditional political preferences, and have portrayed them as monsters of illimitable evil. And all the while they’ve postured as being above it all, just innocent servants of the public’s “right to know.”

Once again, Robert Conquest’s Second Law of Politics applies with full and terrible force:

Any organization not explicitly right-wing
Sooner or later becomes left-wing.

The media were among the first organizations in America to be acted upon in this fashion. The Left knew them to be more valuable than any other target in our society. About a century ago, just as the first forms of broadcast publication were emerging, they embarked upon a program of infiltration of all the major information-dissemination organizations in the country. The infiltrators rose through the ranks, acquired the power to influence hiring, firing, and editorial policy, and over time gained the degree of control that would ensure that the conquered organs would emit only what suits their political preferences. That’s how Robert Conquest’s Second Law operates in practice.

Yes, the Left targeted other, related institutions, especially education and entertainment. But those were adjuncts to its central drive: the conversion of the outlets Americans go to for news into founts of propaganda. As recently as the Sixties the schools were still essentially wholesome, if not particularly effective. By then, the media had already been broken to the Left’s harness.

Perhaps none of this is news to you. Perhaps you’ve been watching as attentively as I, and reached the above conclusions on your own time and your own dime. There remains a question still: what to do about it. For men cannot sustain a free society in an unrelenting bath of Leftist propaganda, harassment, and conflict-stoking. We are not well armored enough for that, intellectually, emotionally, or morally.

However, history speaks plainly on this subject: an institution once conquered by the Left cannot be reformed. Its internal dynamics will thwart any attempt to counter-infiltrate and return it to honesty. It can only be destroyed and replaced by something trustworthy.

That’s why the media are desperate to get out from under the stain of Covington. That event has made the stakes clear. There’s no way to disguise the facts of that matter, and no way for the media to evade the odium for them. They cannot claim it was an honest mistake.

Covington is a capital-punishment case. The media’s collective behavior, blatantly murderous toward those whose convictions it disapproves, has sentenced them to death.

The nice thing is, we can just sit back, relax, and watch them carry out sentence themselves. Via circular firing squad, of course. They doomed themselves when they decided to switch from reporting the news—AKA, journalism—to changing the world (alt: making a difference)—AKA, “journalism” (alt: propaganda). And seeing as how I mentioned justice earlier, here’s an example of what’s known as the, umm, rough variety:

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Aww, looks like poor widdle white girl PC’d herself right out of a job. I hear Wendy’s is hiring, babe. Or maybe it was Jack In The Box. No regrets, hon, you were Fighting The Good Fight, Speaking Truth To Power (whenever Power wasn’t Democrats, that is), and other Important Stuff like that. You can hold your head up high and proud whilst flipping them burgers, salting them fries, and swabbing them terlets.

I swear, I’m gonna have internal injuries from laughing so hard at these pampered remoras.

Screwupdate! Francis informs me that a botched the link to his above-excerpted post. Fixed now. Sorry about that, everybody.

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2 thoughts on “AWWWWW

  1. Wendy’s? Jack in the Crack? Too comfy. I think they are all well qualified to empty Port-a-potties and septic tanks. Just another job shoveling shit no one wants – their forte.

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