Saturday, December 31, 2016

Narrative Warfare: My Response to 2016's SocJus Madness (Summarized)

It's New Year's Eve, and I'm not inclined to spend a lot of time posting when there's fun to be had, so I'm just going to get to it:

  • "Social Justice" proved itself to be a death cult seeking only power and blithely ignoring anything contrary to its narrative so long as it serves that end. That it lost so much, and so often, this past year- and flipped their shit every single time. They revealed to one and all who they really are this year.
  • So their demands are invalid, as the experience of their behavior reveals them to be frauds from the start, and so the consequence is clear: there is no obligation to comply with "Social Justice" demands of any sort. I ain't gotta to do a goddamn thing.
  • "White Privilege" does not exist.
  • "Male Privilege" does not exist.
  • "Diversity" does not help.
  • "Representation" is not owned to anyone.
  • "Intersectionality" is utter bullshit.
  • Motherfucker, YOU ARE NOT OPPRESSED!.
  • The real world runs off "Git Gud", and does not give a fuck if you are unable or unwilling to do so. "Equality" (of outcome) is not only a lie, it's a fraud- and therefore "Equality" is a crime, and not to be tolerated. You do what you can with what you've got; if that ain't good enough, motherfucker that shit is on you.
  • Greatness--success, satisfaction, etc.--is won by the sacrifice of your time, your ego, your blood, and your talent. You are owed NOTHING. If you try to take it from me, then I will see you as a thief and a reaver and I will deal with you accordingly- to my satisfaction.
  • You will respect the boundaries of others, one way or another, and I do not give a fuck if that has to be forced on you. The time where you can walk into spaces where you're not wanted and act like you own the place are done. Go carve out your own, like the very men you despise had to do to make the spaces you want to usurp for yourselves.
  • All that you control you run into the ground. You are utterly expendable. You can be replaced. You are being replaced. Now that we know you, we shall not let you in the door again. Fuck off and die in a fire.

Now, good riddence to this year's madness- and welcome to 2017, the year we start cleaning out this crap in earnest. I invoke the spirit of President Andrew Jackson, when he condemned the bankers of his day:

"You are a den of vipers. I intend to rout you out and by the Eternal God I will rout you out."

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