I Question The Causality

A fair question.

Absolutely. As one reply puts it,

Most times, you have to insert the words “other people(‘s)” to make progressive statements match their actual intent. E.g. “Destroying (other people’s) property is perfectly reasonable.”

See also, once again, this vividly dumb bint. Note the eerily similar mental trajectory. The familiar contortions.

As I said in reply,

Some people,” we’re told, “appear to be far more worried about the fate of a Nordstrom or Target store than that of the actual human lives of protesters.” Again, one might deduce that only those protesting with, shall we say, physical enthusiasm have “actual human lives,” unlike their victims, whose hopes and livelihoods can be gleefully destroyed as an act of righteous liberation. From local amenities.

Apparently, Ms Miller has failed to register the obvious symbolism of what we’ve seen – a metastasising nihilism, a horror show in which the most basic rules of civilisation – on which our living together depends – are gleefully and triumphantly rejected, then set on fire, along with so much else. The contortion required to approve of such scenes and what they imply, to find them heartening, a thing one can endorse, is a kind of moral derangement.

Or this, from Our Betters at the Observer.

In which mob looting and small-business retailers being punched, sexually assaulted and threatened with machetes is dismissed with some amusement as mere “pilfering, purloining, filching, snaffling,” and “relatively trivial.” Because the looting and violation is happening to someone else.

And which prompted an obvious question:

At which point, a thought occurs. If repeated thieving is so high-minded and so easily excused, perhaps Ms Gill and Mr Jones would be good enough to publish their home addresses, the whereabouts of any valuables, and the times at which they’re likely to be out, or at least preoccupied or unconscious.

Or do our betters only disdain other people’s property?

Different frock, same dance.

Or any of the hundred-plus variations we must’ve seen here over the years.

[ Enhances store-bought spicy pizza with extra chillies, grated cheese. ]

Spicy, my arse.

Not entirely unrelated:

Is having a loving family an unfair advantage? Should parents snuggling up for one last story before lights out be even a little concerned about the advantage they might be conferring?

Note the conceit – the unchallenged conceit – that reading to one’s children, thereby encouraging them to read, is “unfairly disadvantaging other people’s children.”

and…well…drummers, amiright?

[ Wheels out obligatory drummer joke. ]

“What’s the difference between a drummer and a drum machine?”

“You only have to punch the instructions into a drum machine once.” 

[ Wraps joke in tissue paper, puts back into storage. ]