Or, as I prefer to phrase it, the power of “go take a flying fuck at a rolling donut, asshole-eyes.”
I don’t care what the SJWs say, think, or do. When they demand that I conform to their dictates, I’ve got a counter-offer.
How about I do exactly what I want and you stand there and suck it up?
See, these idiots have no power if we just laugh at them and say “No.” That’s all it takes to stop all this stupidity cold. What are they going to do? Force us to conform? Unlikely – most of them couldn’t even do a push-up, especially the ones that identify as male. No, they seek to impose a Dictatorship of the Scoldatariat, clinging to power not through bayonets but by constant braying and badgering.
It’s so simple to resist them – we just have to start giggling and saying, “Yeah, no, I’m not going to do that. Take your literally shaking self on a long walk off a short pier.”
Why some people don’t just tell these morons where to get off is baffling.
After all, they’re full of it. You just need to understand that these people don’t care about other cultures – if they loved other cultures so much their sole experience with other cultures would not be accusing their immigrant housekeepers of stealing the silverware.
It’s a pose, a scam, an okie-doke. They want you to shrug and comply. Their strategy is to whine, complain, and annoy you until you become accustomed to obeying. They want to exhaust you with a never-ending litany of accusations of breaking the unending supply of new rules you didn’t know existed before you broke them.
This endless series of new rules is supposed to keep you off-balance and constantly vulnerable to their correction and guidance. You will never, ever be right – there’s always some new infraction for which you must submit to further restrictions of your right to self-governance. And the rules don’t make sense. Remember how you thought it was important for girls to be empowered by play where they model themselves after strong girl characters like Moana? Wrong! You’ve failed again, because in attempting to comply with their gender dictates (and make no mistake – SJWs have just as firm ideas of gender roles as normal people, except their ideas are terrible) you will inevitably run afoul of some other dictate. It’s intersectional all right, like an intersection with no traffic lights where you’re going to end up in a wreck one way or the other.
You can’t win, so why do some people play this game instead of telling these buffoons where to get off?
Because they hope—a singularly vain hope, it is—that eventually, the miserable fucktards will go bother somebody else, and the Normal being harangued can go back to just, well, being normal…thereby avoiding a meaningless, fruitless confrontation with a worthless slice of detritus who was never going to be persuaded to realize the moronic error of his/her/its ways by mere logic anyway.
Unfortunately, misery loving company as it does, said weedy fucktards won’t just dry up and blow away. They just keep popping up again and again, zombielike—their success, as demonstrated by Normal acquiescence, only serving to encouraging them to come back for more and ever bigger bites of our freedom and right to be left the hell alone.
As ever: they will NOT stop. They will have to BE stopped. A good first step towards stopping them might well be to start doing as Schlichter suggests and bluntly inform them, in terms that do not allow for any possible misinterpretation, that you will NOT be paying the slightest attention to their juvenile shrieking, that you hold them in no small contempt, and that their “concerns” are more properly a matter for psychotherapy than they are a legitimate basis for public policy.
Then tell them to eat shit and die gagging on it, and walk away laughing.