Above Us, Our Betters
Speaking, as we were, of enthusiasts of crime, meet communist poet Wendy Trevino:
When I see tweets of this nature – repeated slogan, repeated slogan, repeated slogan – I tend to think the tweeter is either adolescent or unwell. Ms Trevino is supposedly a grown woman. One who appears to have a complicated relationship with her father. Sometimes the clichés are just too on-the-nose. When not advocating shoplifting and being titillated by visions of collapsing social norms, Ms Trevino, our communist poet and Antifa Gal, wants us to know how pleased she is by criminals escaping prison and taking hostages. What said prisoners may have done to be there in the first place, and what they may do again now that they’re at large, doesn’t seem to interest her.
Update, via the comments:
In the name of opposing “racism, misogyny and ableism,” Ms Trevino urges her like-minded followers to “embrace what can destroy the relationships holding all of this together.” What the “this” is isn’t entirely clear. Possibly she means capitalism, a market economy, allegedly the cause of All The Bad Things. Or social norms, like lawfulness and consequences for thieving. The assumption here seems to be that the collapse of the economy and social proprieties, including expectations of trust and reciprocity, would really be of benefit to minorities, women and disabled people.
Ms Trevino’s titillation at the thought of the current coronavirus pandemic – one that may kill some of her neighbours – sowing social unrest and toppling capitalism reminded me of the self-styled “Occupy theoretician” David Graeber, who seemed to imagine that the lumpen masses would thrill to a vanguard of middle-class poseurs “destabilising the country” with a “vision of revolution inspired by anarchism.” Because the one thing that nice Mrs Wilson down the road can’t wait for is an anarcho-communist coup, economic ruin and lots of burning cars in the street outside.
Behold woke morality. Just don’t get it on the furnishings.
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Sweet mother of mercy! If I ever need a case study of the useless parasites drawn to once-successful organizations, this will be it. I love that one of their other new creations is a fat girl of colo(u)r with a Bag of Holding(tm).
And the creative genius behind all of this is a guy named Kibblesmith. Now I have this mental image of his grandfather working down at the cat food quarry, hammering giant chunks down into bite-size kibble for twelve hours a day, six days a week, all so that young Danny could go to University in the big city and learn how to create the cringiest comic book characters this world has ever seen. If only he hadn’t succumbed to Purina Lung back in ninety-eight — he would’ve been so proud!
Can you imagine the committee meeting where they debated the style guide for how to draw Snowflake’s package? One wonders if the Great Old Ones caused the meeting to be convened, or if they fled to the outer darkness in anticipation of its coming.
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The Powers That Be at Marvel have gone full retard since Stan Lee died. I gave up on the Punisher series. You wouldn’t think they’d be able to create leftist propaganda from a comic book where the entire plot synopsis is “ex-Marine shoots murdering gangsters in the face,” but they managed.
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Now there’s a project for someone with time to kill and a love of thankless tasks.
Are we sure that Marvel thing isn’t a joke? I mean the guy interviewed is a soy-addled stereotype. Still, I won’t complain if the superhero comics shit industrial complex eats itself.
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“A magic backpack of divine origins” Are they f**king serious?
BEHOLD MY MAGIC PASTA PRESS, passed to me by my ancestor, demigod Boyardee!
I cringed so hard I think I pulled a muscle.
As only the fundamentally frivolous can be.
Tuition $56,000/year
“So I kinda get a little irritated when I hear people pop off about FB. I mean, I do understand why and I’d really like to see an alternative be created, but it’s a bit like bitching about why your stupid screw driver sucks at pounding a nail. Without FB I would have lost contact with so many people who are/were important in my life and it’s been great getting in contact with old friends. I understand why people don’t want to do it but it’s like the guy in my HOA bitching about me not closing the pool. If you’re afraid of the damn thing, don’t go swimming in it.”
If you needed FB to maintain contact with people who are/were important in your life, I would claim that they weren’t that important for you to get off of your ass to do the work to maintain said contact.
“If you needed FB to maintain contact with people who are/were important in your life, I would claim that they weren’t that important for you to get off of your ass to do the work to maintain said contact.”
Seriously? Get off my ass you say? Barkeep, a pickled egg for The Dickhead. I think he knows where he can stick it.
If my comment had no truth in it, you wouldn’t have reacted thusly.
Bares teeth I have a recent, personal, experience that I can throw into your face if you wish which underlines my comment to you. Said experience does not reflect well upon me.
Isn’t he an “-on”?
You’ve no idea how difficult it used to be to convince people to spell it with an “e”, and now since Edward popped up, it’s become difficult
Yes, and I felt a bit dumb after looking at his Twitter handle directly beside my misspelling.
Isn’t he an “-on”?
Try living in this cold, cruel world as a Thompson with a ‘p’.
[ Muffled sobbing.]
I have a recent, personal, experience that I can throw into your face if you wish which underlines my comment to you. Said experience does not reflect well upon me.
Can someone help me untangle this? Is it some sort of impotent threat of physical harm or a moderately potent form of logical-thinking aposematism. I’m kinda thinking the latter. Why I feel I have to know these things…speaking of which…
Posted by: David | March 19, 2020 at 02:42
Posted by: David | March 19, 2020 at 06:45
I think I am correct in presuming David is a different entity from David. I suppose spelling one David with a ‘p’ is asking a bit much. BTW, be thankful they don’t go with Tomson. Though if I were King…
“If you needed FB to maintain contact with people who are/were important in your life, I would claim that they weren’t that important for you to get off of your ass to do the work to maintain said contact.”
Can you explain that assertion or were you just feeling testy when you wrote it?
Facebook, like most online affairs, can either assist your real life pursuits with astonishing efficiency OR create a sucking maw of impotent rage, jealousy, and vain preening from which you desperately wish to escape but cannot.
[ notices sign above bar reading “You can tab out anytime you like but you can never leave” and quietly returns to drink ]