Bad Souls And Bedlamites
“Are you willing to die for YouTube shit? That’s what’s gonna come, man. Death is coming to you, dude. Real shit. Feel that energy? That’s why your heart’s pounding.”
At an Antifa gathering in Seattle, Andy Ngo makes new friends.
“I’m known to do this shit for real,” an antifa protester said to me. “Are you willing to die for Youtube shit?…Death is coming to you.” pic.twitter.com/bhK2wWkMBD
— Andy Ngo 🏳️🌈 (@MrAndyNgo) December 2, 2018
The clip above is from this longer video, embedded below the fold:
“Open the borders,” shout the masked bedlamites, while shutting down the pavements and restricting the movement of anyone they suspect of being insufficiently woke and deferential. “Say it loud, say it clear,” they chant. “Refugees are welcome here.” All while harassing the gay son of Vietnamese refugees whose home and business were confiscated by communists before being sent to a corrective labour camp, and whom they denounce as “racist, sexist, anti-gay,” and, of course, a “Nazi.”
Note the unhappy lady, about five minutes in, the self-styled “anti-fascist,” who complains about the intimidation and provocation of her associates being filmed by a lone journalist who is effectively surrounded by her fellow goons and massively outnumbered, about 150 to one, and pinned against a barrier, before declaring her own bravery in the face of such trauma, and while shrieking sexually-themed abuse, via megaphone, directly into his face.
Update:
A hot and sassy take from the Guardian’s Jason Wilson, who claims that Mr Ngo was “stirring shit” and “provoking certain kinds of behaviour” by… er, well, just existing, apparently. As yet, no evidence of the alleged “incitement” has been forthcoming, despite repeated requests. And presumably, everything would be fine and not-at-all-sinister if people would just stop noticing mobs of masked, far-left bedlamites, whose lawbreaking and creepy behaviour is always someone else’s fault.
Hm. Sounds familiar.
Via Darleen.
Bad Souls
That.
That.
Well, it bears repeating that these are not otherwise ordinary people who happen to be misinformed and making bad decisions, let alone, as they pretend, heroes struggling bravely under enormous societal duress. There is no evidence, no argument, no glaring contradiction that would be likely to change their minds or moderate their behaviour. And attempts to that end would most likely be deemed a provocation, and somewhat hazardous. Movements of this kind tend to attract borderline personalities, people itching for an excuse to be malevolent, and to exult in it.
Hence the typical results.
the unhappy lady, about five minutes in, the self-styled “anti-fascist,” who complains about the intimidation and provocation of her associates being filmed by a lone journalist
Lefties project.
Lefties project.
Reliably.
Don’t you love it when ‘No Borders’ people say ‘You can’t go there, it’s not allowed, you’re not welcome, we control who goes where’?
As intimidating as these goons might be to any random person on the street, they are not the scary ones. What we “normals” need to truly fear are the enablers of these people who exist behind the scenes. Note the mayor of Portland and the police, nominally charged with enforcing laws and protecting the public from such assaults are conspicuously absent or, at best, neutral observers of the chaos. Indeed, one police officer blamed Ngo for “inciting” the violence against him.
This is not an accident. It is by design. They can’t have an official secret state police to rough up the rest of us, so they outsource the project to a bunch of masked goons. There are only two two ways forward, I fear if we continue along the current trajectory:
Submission or civil war
Note the “National Lawyers Guild Legal Observer” hat. A Communist front group from way back.
Also note that Woke Megaphone Lady, the one denouncing others as “racist, sexist, anti-gay,” is the same Woke Megaphone Lady who suggests that Mr Ngo has a “teeny-tiny-weeny-penis.” Actually, it occurs to me that venturing alone into a crowd of masked Mao-lings, knowing that you’ll be recognised and targeted for harassment, takes a fair amount of balls, if not wisdom.
”This is not an accident. It is by design. They can’t have an official secret state police to rough up the rest of us, so they outsource the project to a bunch of masked goons.”
This.
In news that will shock no-one, Mr Death-Is-Coming – also known as “Jamal X” – has a history of, shall we say, liveliness. Which rather lends weight to the suspicion that such behaviour is recreational.
Curious: Are bedlamites generally angry to the point of blaming the world and do their rants abruptly trail off into nothing?
https://www.glamour.com/story/now-that-im-divorced-im-never-making-dinner-for-a-man-again
Which rather lends weight to the suspicion that such behaviour is recreational.
He does seem a bit of a crisis actor, playing it up for the “press”.
Are bedlamites generally angry to the point of blaming the world and do their rants abruptly trail off into nothing?
It may be me, but that gives me the impression that her opinion of her culinary prowess might just be a tad overestimated, but I digress.
When you are so in need of institutionalization that you become angry at an inanimate object you ordered, in answer to the original question, yes, and yes.
‘Yesterday, a group called the Three Percenters had a permit for a rally in Seattle. They were met by the antifa who didn’t bother to obtain a permit, though the police don’t really seem to care… Ngo is headed off by two antifa carrying what appear to be some civilian knockoff of the M-4 and they tell him they will not let him pass. Then a cop intervenes and tells them to let Ngo through. The cop is less than six feet from the armed antifa, he seemingly heard them tell Ngo he couldn’t pass but somehow the blocking of passage on a sidewalk and the possession of a pair of semi-automatic rifles are never linked into one act.’
https://www.redstate.com/streiff/2018/12/02/seattles-police-become-enforcers-antifa/
Submission or civil war
I keep telling you all: you can have helicopters now, or gulags later. Choose. We’re past the point of having the luxury of not caring.
It is creepy how much this parallels the rise of street violence in 1930’s Germany…
@[+}
I dropped in to post your link. As I said, this is by design.
Lest anyone think I’m being hyperbolic, note well: There is no legal obligation for police to either prevent criminal behavior or to intervene to stop criminal behavior. This lack of duty emanates from the doctrine of “Official Immunity,” which was created by the judiciary ex nihilo. Thus, a police officer confronted with criminal behavior may remain passive and indifferent secure in the knowledge that he cannot be held criminally or civilly liable for failing to protect innocent citizens. I know whereof I speak as I’ve relied on that doctrine in my own practice.
As I said, submission or civil war.
Whiney, lame millenials trying to be malevolent.
Oh this is getting so boring. Can’t they just hare off to Guyana and drink the Kool-Aid alright already?
And then one night, as my daughter watched TV, my toddler screamed from the living room, and the water boiled, collecting steam on the windows, I broke.
It strikes me that neither a daughter’s television-watching nor the boiling of a pot of water are generally considered triggers for post-traumatic stress disorder. A toddler’s screaming can be fairly taxing, but I have it on good authority that tens of millions of women have faced this sort of adversity with the courage and endurance they are renowned for, and lived to tell the tale.
Which is to say: what is this woman’s problem? And how could she see a couple’s therapist every week without somebody observing that perhaps napping and crying for seven hours a day while the kids are at school is not healthy behavior? I’m thinking that couple’s therapists in Des Moines might not be very good at their jobs. Though perhaps not as bad as the people who publish the nervous breakdown of an Iowa housewife in a magazine called Glamour.
The cop is less than six feet from the armed antifa, he seemingly heard them tell Ngo he couldn’t pass but somehow the blocking of passage on a sidewalk and the possession of a pair of semi-automatic rifles are never linked into one act.
Meanwhile in Paris where real people are protesting real problems they turn on the water cannons, tear gas, and pepper spray. It’s nice to see some of the police, fire and EMT are refusing to take part.
Filming a protest on the street is “spying” now.
#DelusionsOfGrandeur
#DelusionsOfGrandeur
Quite.
But hey, they’re here to save the world, apparently.
Which is to say: what is this woman’s problem?
Not sure what her problem is, but apparently frozen food and takeaway are part of the solution.
Not sure what her problem is
I’d go with “Feminism”. Or possibly “estrogen”.
It strikes me that neither a daughter’s television-watching nor the boiling of a pot of water are generally considered triggers for post-traumatic stress disorder.
Anything can be a trigger for PTSD. Trauma plays hob with the brain, and the brain will often fixate on irrelevant details. I once knew a patient who would rearrange the chairs in the psychiatrist’s office before each visit, without fail, even after being asked not to and acknowledging the behaviour. He couldn’t explain the compulsion. It turned out that there was an aquarium behind the psychiatrist’s chair, and there had been an aquarium in the room when the patient was being abused as a child. His conscious brain wasn’t aware of the association, but it was there nonetheless.
Which is to say: what is this woman’s problem? And how could she see a couple’s therapist every week without somebody observing that perhaps napping and crying for seven hours a day while the kids are at school is not healthy behavior?
People with Cluster B personality disorders are very good at telling people what they want to hear. That includes psychiatrists. They may be mentally ill, but they’re not dumb; downplaying their dysfunctional behaviour to the psychiatrist because it gets them praise for conquering their problem, while exaggerating their behaviour to friends and family because it gets them sympathy, is entirely common.
Though perhaps not as bad as the people who publish the nervous breakdown of an Iowa housewife in a magazine called Glamour.
There’s a better than even chance the whole thing is made up. Although only that; people with Cluster B disorders lack the ability to comprehend how their behaviour appears to others, and so often will misjudge the effect that talking frankly about their behaviours actually has. For an example of how someone with BPD can obliviously describe behaviour that is transparently manipulative and dysfunctional while believing that it will garner sympathy, look at Penelope Trunk’s blog.
perhaps napping and crying for seven hours a day while the kids are at school is not healthy behavior.
If I take the writer at her word, it sounds like clinical depression. And yeah, how was this not picked up by the therapist?
Though perhaps not as bad as the people who publish the nervous breakdown of an Iowa housewife in a magazine called Glamour.
I’ve noticed that all the fashion rags that usually clutter the tables at the beauty salons have decided to be “woke”. They are running all manner of vegan/climate change/rape culture/glass ceiling/#metoo columns sandwiched within pages of glossy ads for high end consumption.
It’s really a strange mix.
WTF are the cops doing beside allowing this? Pathetic.
Pathetic
Sinister.
#DelusionsOfGrandeur
No, more like #Delusions of Adequacy.
more like #Delusions of Adequacy
It’s a signature of the new, woke age. We’re to be barked at and scolded by our moral inferiors.
There’s a better than even chance the whole thing is made up.
True story or made up, I’m still not sure it qualifies as glamour. Certainly not as I’ve always understood the word.
As our gracious host has observed on many occasions: it’s not just that these damaged people feel compelled to write these confessionals (which never paint them in as fair a light as they seem to think), it’s that editors edit them, and publishers publish them, and readers read them. One would think that at some point in the process, somebody would ask, “Is this really the sort of thing we want to share in our Who-Is-She-Wearing magazine?”
You know, there’s certain contexts where dressing up, yelling “fuck you” to strangers, and vigorously and obnoxiously arguing “my team good, you’re team bad” is acceptable: sporting events.
When applying (intentionally) simple football mob mentality to complex sociopolitical issues the only result is a war.
I’ll say it again – call off the police and let ALL the people with AR-15’s have it out.
And for whoever said that Weimar Germany did something similar I say this: stop fighting the last war. The sooner their bluff is called the sooner we can get this over with. There’s no more moving left without becoming socialist, and the right is finally beginning to refuse further compromise. The left has no concept of liberty or appreciation of our current standard of living, and the right allows their children to be molded by the left. War is inevitable.
I’ve noticed that all the fashion rags that usually clutter the tables at the beauty salons have decided to be “woke”. They are running all manner of vegan/climate change/rape culture/glass ceiling/#metoo columns sandwiched within pages of glossy ads for high end consumption.
Lashback in the time of an evil orange man with mystical powers.
In the author’s footnote Glamor Girl indicates that from within the stultifyingly oppressive patriarchal confines of pleasant, productive, blue-skied Iowa USA she’s courageously ventured a work she’s just as courageously titled God Land, which, if in character, is probably a scathing woke indictment of all of the above mildness.
Odd, since all of the above mildness is in sum the parochial, traditional*, and quite functional recourse to the human condition that tends to be bred in rural settings far from urban intellectual cancers and just as oddly, tends to be built on a gentle, civil, polite, and accountable morality that simply elects to regard a higher power and how to get from birth to death in the least unsociable or negative way possible: Vegetable stands, (unattended cash boxes), volunteer potlucks, community quiltings, looking in on the neighbors because you always have, charity and generally chipping in (ditto), ‘evening ma’ams and good day sirs, open windows and unlocked doors, and eventually, nice, thoughtful, respectful funerals.
Oppressive shit like never having to take the keys from the ignition (or apparently, having to deal with chapped nipples, that royal SOB your father).
Postmodernism enlightenment is as malignant as its functional religion and clinical condition Progressivism. They ruin minds. Either that or they are the hand-in-glove resort of a ruined mind.
* https://twitter.com/wrathofgnon/status/1069422483411894278
#DelusionsofAdequacy
Which is to say: what is this woman’s problem? And how could she see a couple’s therapist every week without somebody observing that perhaps napping and crying for seven hours a day while the kids are at school is not healthy behavior?
I think the answer lies in this, which required a little fixing:
People with Cluster B personality disorders
are very good at telling people what they want to hear. Thatincludes psychiatrists. They may be mentally illMoving on…
One would think that at some point in the process, somebody would ask, “Is this really the sort of thing we want to share in our Who-Is-She-Wearing magazine?”
Why not? Seems perfect for the intended audience. People significantly occupied with the clothes other people wear surely would be interested in what other people believe, so as to be more like those other people. It’s actually less superficial than the interest in their clothes.
As for #DelusionsofAdequacy, they’re not delusions if the side that they oppose simply surrenders. Or better yet, has the cops and so-called legal system on its side to look the other way and yet slice like a F#$#& hammer when appropriate.
It strikes me that neither a daughter’s television-watching nor the boiling of a pot of water are generally considered triggers for post-traumatic stress disorder.
Anything can be a trigger for PTSD. Trauma plays hob with the brain, and the brain will often fixate on irrelevant details.
Karl Marlantes, author of Matterhorn: A Novel of the Vietnam War has a story about repeatedly going to his car and—as I recall—operating something, like opening a particular door or so, and at that point suddenly being aware that He Should Expect To Die Immediately . . . and then he would get to go off on whatever commute or errand run with that running through his head.
After some while the realization finally arrived about a feature of a particular helicopter used in the Vietnam War to delver Marines into combat. The pilot would flip a switch, the back hatch would swing down to deliver Marines to a very likely death in combat—and during that, there would be a very particular Whiirrr—which managed to be duplicated exactly by something in his car many years later in a totally peaceful civilian environment—except that the back of the brain just don’t do civilian vs military, it just knows that when the sound occurs, all hell is about to be expected . . . . . . .
One would think that at some point in the process, somebody would ask, “Is this really the sort of thing we want to share in our Who-Is-She-Wearing magazine?”
Why not? Seems perfect for the intended audience. People significantly occupied with the clothes other people wear surely would be interested in what other people believe, so as to be more like those other people.
There are a fair number of Brits here, right? Watch a few episodes of Keeping Up Appearances. That’ll tell you everything you need to know about why an article like this is in a women’s magazine.
Lyz sounds clinically depressed and in need of remedial spelling lessons.
Vegetable stands, (unattended cash boxes),
During the summer there’s one of those, unmolested, just down the road. Somehow the words ‘honesty box’ seem to do the trick. Across town, where I grew up, the thing would be stolen within minutes and probably on fire.
Watch a few episodes of Keeping Up Appearances.
Heh. Now there’s an unexpected cultural reference.
[ Shudders. ]
He does seem a bit of a crisis actor…
Those are some mighty dry cheeks he’s got there.
…during that, there would be a very particular Whiirrr…
For my father, a combat medic over there ‘70-‘71, the triggers are olfactory. Didn’t stop him from having a long and very successful career doing something manifestly productive.
Vegetable stands, (unattended cash boxes),
During the summer there’s one of those, unmolested, just down the road. Somehow the words ‘honesty box’ seem to do the trick.
Those of us who’ve used them can attest that it’s not free markets, supply and demand, or capitalism and the threat of a withdrawn abused user-operated fresh vegetable or fruit stand that keeps things honest…
Across town, where I grew up, the thing would be stolen within minutes and probably on fire.
…it’s a simple cultural referent rooted in morality. The Golden Rule. Because it’s right. Normals are advised this isn’t political. Nor is for not for keeps.
…she’s courageously ventured a work she’s just as courageously titled God Land, which, if in character, is probably a scathing woke indictment of all of the above mildness.
That seriously sounds like an Iowahawk parody (but I’m sure she’s dead serious). Heart of Redness was his take on NY Times reporters venturing into the primitive hinterlands.
Also, my ex-girlfriend’s mother (RIP) absolutely adored Keeping Up Appearances.
Isn’t blocking somebody from walking down the street while holding a rifle felony kidnapping?
Those of us who’ve used them can attest that it’s not free markets, supply and demand, or capitalism and the threat of a withdrawn abused user-operated fresh vegetable or fruit stand that keeps things honest…
…it’s the fact that in most rural small towns, there hasn’t been a social safety net to fall back on until relatively recently and your neighbours are crucial to your ability to survive in lean times. Piss off your neighbours and you starve.
Ooh, hot take:
And,
The Guardian’s Jason Wilson claims that Mr Ngo was “stirring shit” and “provoking certain kinds of behaviour” by… er, well, just existing, apparently. As yet, no evidence of the alleged “incitement” has been forthcoming, despite repeated requests. And presumably, everything would be fine and not-at-all-sinister if people would just stop noticing mobs of far-left bedlamites, whose lawbreaking and creepy behaviour is always someone else’s fault.
@Sam
That was me.
And for whoever said that Weimar Germany did something similar I say this: stop fighting the last war. The sooner their bluff is called the sooner we can get this over with.
You get escalation when each side is certain that their own next step up the ladder will be the last one. I.E. the other side is weak and bluffing, and as soon as our side escalates, we win, game over.
It seems to me that your suggestion is more an expression of frustration (with which I sympathize) than a plan for action, but for the sake of argument:
Antifa currently looks like a bunch of wimpy losers with a fetish for violence, and that they will be dispersed by three angry men with calloused knuckles. This may be true now. But half the reason they look so pathetic is that they routinely fail to encounter force. For all we know, Antifa contains 5% strong men with charismatic leaders and a thirst for bullying and violence. When Antifa starts to routinely encounter forceful pushback, half the soyboys will melt away, but these 5% will emerge, thrive, take leadership, and recruit like-minded fellows.
Conversely, right-wing groups may now consist of law-abiding citizens who are fed up with lawlessness, but once their groups embrace lawlessness as a policy, these people will melt away, or change their attitudes. A taste for getting your way through force is easy to develop. You can get out-of-control street fighting from repeatedly escalating one more step because this time we’ll teach them a lesson.
Consider, also, some practical problems. You believe one forceful pushback will disperse them permanently, or weaken their appeal. However, forceful pushbacks don’t always turn out the way you expect. There is a lesson to be learned here from Israel’s struggle with Gaza. In operation Cast Lead (2008-2009), Hamas got its ass handed to it, tactically speaking. One might think that this would be a sufficient deterrent against launching missiles or digging tunnels, but no. The diplomatic repercussions, including the Goldstone report, was enough to convince Hamas that future provocations would not be met with similar force. Hence a series of little wars since then.
I’m not advocating passivity. But knee-jerk reactions born of frustration can and do backfire. The best response would be one which is restrained in its means, overwhelming in its force, and unassailably legitimate. This means using the existing institutions of the state. Sometimes they act slowly. But retrospectively, it’s better to have waited (even a few years) and acted successfully than the act prematurely. I can give you another example. When Ariel Sharon took in late 2000 after the start of the second intifada, you can be sure he wanted nothing better than to send the IDF in to smash everything remotely related to Arafat. Instead, he waited, making sure of American backing and popular (Israeli) support. When he finally acted in April 2002, he was able to do a proper job of it.
And presumably, everything would be fine and not-at-all-sinister if people would just stop noticing mobs of far-left bedlamites, whose lawbreaking and creepy behaviour is always someone else’s fault.
That.