Winding the Horn of Jericho
The shitlib retaining walls are cracking, creaking, and crumbling. It’s a joy and a wonder to behold.
This is why we’re so divided
The publishing industry isn’t exactly one that donated a lot of money to Donald Trump. They lean incredibly leftist and it colors just about everything they do. It’s part of why so much fiction today is absolute crap.Admittedly, there’s enough blame to go around on that point, but it doesn’t help.
Yet the results of the election earlier this month make it pretty clear that most of the nation supported Donald Trump despite years of people like the publishing industry trying to shut down the man.
Hachette Book Group, though, seems to have understood what was going on. They announced a new imprint that would focus on conservative writers called Basic Liberty.
And, of course, the usual suspects are losing their minds.
But HBG has an opportunity here. If all these folks are leaving because the company is no longer kowtowing to the most obsessive and oppressive people on the planet, then they can hire people who understand that people from all walks of life actually read..or at least would if anything was appealing to them in the bookstore.
Since there are apparently openings, fill them with people who don’t see their jobs as the opportunity to advance their politics but as an opportunity to advance the joy of reading and sharing knowledge with the entire world.
In the meantime, I have no sympathy for these people.
These are the same people who have hounded literally anyone who dares disagree with them on anything for years.
They should get used to disappointment.
In the process, though, we should remember that people like this are why we’re so divided as a nation. While the right can’t help but see what the left thinks via their virtual monopoly on things like book publishing, as well as other aspects of the information and entertainment media, they haven’t a clue what anyone on this side of the fence thinks.
What’s happening at HBG is just a microcosm of what we’ve seen elsewhere. The primary difference is that these folks don’t have the power they think they do, apparently, which is just going to make them worse.
Disagree, if only slightly. Particularly when it comes to cultural institutions such as the entertainment/media/creative arts megalith, the Goosesteppin’ Left has practically ALL the power, and despite the recent spastic orgy of frothing hysteria, lip-quivering, head-shaving, juvenile hissy fit-pitching, and public dementia, they still do.
No, the primary difference is that now, for the first time in at least six (6) decades if not longer, Real Americans have at long last r’ared up on their hind legs, wheeled on their tormenters, snarling and with fangs bared, and begun to fight back against the rotten bastards—and lo, they have learned 1) that they are in fact strong, much stronger than they knew; 2) that by fighting back they can in fact prevail; 3) that, provided We The People set our hearts, our minds, our spirits, and our bodies to it, the Dismal Tide in fact CAN be turned; and 4) that making worthless, contemptible shitlib brats weep and wail like little Suzie Schoolgirl after she’s fallen into a mudhole wearing her newest, prettiest dress is in fact an extraordinarily easy thing to do. Supremely gratifying too, as an added bonus.
In defiance of all odds, appearances, and expectations, #4 very well may wind up being the most important, the most appurtenant, and the most effectual in both tactical AND strategic terms of them all. Whither, then, the visionary so gifted, so prodigiously farsighted, as to permit him to foretell such an unlikely turn of events: that, after numberless years spent placidly accepting that the metaphorical Brass Ring was and would forever remain well beyond the Real American grasp—an immutable Fact Of Life, in essence—the bleedin’ thing might in actuality turn out to be no more difficult to lay hands on than the TeeWee remote control device lying atop the cheap, ugly, bandy-legged old Rooms 2 Go coffee table a mere hand’s breadth distant from his slipper-shod feet, eh?
And so we arrive yet again at the inescapable conclusion: If you fight them, you may win. Then again, you may NOT. There is but one certainty, which affords no comfort whatever, cold or otherwise. To wit: If for whatever reason you DON’T fight them, you must surely LOSE. As has been said many times, in many places: the Goosesteppin’ Left is like the Terminator; you can’t reason with him, negotiate with him, or bargain with him. He’ll never compromise; he can’t be injured, he doesn’t bleed, bruise, or feel pain. He never tires, never sleeps, never takes a break. He is relentless, he is ruthless, he will never show mercy or regret. He just keeps right on coming at you, again and again and again, until one of you is DEAD.
OBLIGATORY MEA CULPA: No, the above passage is not an exact word-for-word excerpt of dialogue culled from the Terminator script, nor did I intend for it to be taken as such. Rather, it’s a from-memory approximation, with a few ad-lib embellishments of my own thrown in for spice.
But still. If it doesn’t sound familiar to you at this late date, then either you 1) are an imbecilic REE-tardt, B) a shitlib your own damned self (BIRM), or IV) simply haven’t been paying attention. In any event, there’s probably no hope for you; as such, all sane, aware, and even nominally-sentient beings should shun yore pig-ign’ant ass like a fucking Plague rat.
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