We Must Let Him Improve Us
Mr Bob Chipman, a woke scold, avowed feminist, and film reviewer – in pretty much that order these days – shares his deep, uplifting philosophy. The dynamic may not be entirely unfamiliar.
Mr Chipman is an enthusiast of socialism (albeit, it seems, for others) and a man entranced by his own allegedly vast intelligence, which he mentions frequently. He is, he assures us, “an American of intelligence,” unlike people who are insufficiently leftwing, whom he views as “not redeemable” and indeed subhuman. His favoured terms for those who would dare to vote differently include “obsolete trash,” “backward people,” “obsolete whites” and “Nazi motherfuckers.” These lively definitions would most likely be applied to the readers of this blog, its host, and presumably our friends and families.
When not sharing his eugenic fantasies of a world forcibly depopulated of people who disagree with him, Mr Chipman suggests that his fellow leftists pleasure themselves by finding a non-leftwing person, any non-leftwing person, and making their “day/week/life a little bit miserable.”
Mr Chipman appears to have difficulty being happy and struggles to understand why anyone might dislike him.
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Got woke, went mental.
Got woke, went mental.
I remember thinking that some of his film reviews, published years ago, were entertaining and quite insightful. It does seem that his recent wokeness has unspooled his mind, or at least coincided with the unspooling. Though it’s possible that he was always rather obnoxious and just kept it to himself. I mean, one of the signatures of wokeness is that one has to signal, loudly and at length, just how obnoxious one is, while feigning bewilderment at the inevitable reaction, along with victimhood.
Basically, it’s a variation of the feminist-shovels-shit meme.
There’s an Animaniacs quote for everything.
Wasn’t he stalking some woman on Twitter?
Someone get that man a hysterectomy.
Wasn’t he stalking some woman on Twitter?
I don’t know about stalking, but if memory serves he was trying to give his Twitter followers the impression that he was close to a woman he’d actually met only once, briefly – at a comics convention, I think – and who in fact found him rather creepy. To the extent that she had repeatedly asked him to stop pretending that they were friends.
It’s almost funny, in a sad and faintly disturbing kind of way.
Ah yes, there we go.
It crops up towards the end of the Bob’s Greatest Hits video linked in the post.
To the extent that she had repeatedly asked him to stop pretending that they were friends.
That’s it.
Another one for the creepy male feminist file.
Another one for the creepy male feminist file.
Quite.
From the resurrected Orwell, a lady with a bag on her face, gimp mask virus projectors, and the James Gang play muffled saxophones.
It’s not late for a post-partum abortion Mr(?) Chipman.
Insert “too” before “late”
comics convention
‘Nuff said.
faintly disturbing kind of way
The word faintly is doing a lot of heavy lifting in that sentence.
The confluence of underage teenage girls dressed like they’re going to a strip club Halloween party, “cosplay is not consent”, and the alarming tendency of habitual con-goers to excuse or defend predation is a perfect storm.
shares his deep, uplifting philosophy
From the comments in that link:
“Moviebob is such a strange character it would be kind of sad without him. I would miss his ‘Exterminate the inferior humans who don’t like Marvel movies’ takes.”
One of the infantile outgrowths of the Social Darwinist attempts to reorder morality a century and more ago is that, since “social contract” ethics form only a broad overall sensibility, what elevates one ape over another can be none but intelligence.
“Smart is good and good is smart”. A self-flattery that once provided cover for abuse of the “lesser races” (and still does, more quietly), and allows for categorization of one’s enemies as subject to mental defect as well as inferior morals. The more interesting part of the sleight of hand is the ego trap laid for the stupid or unimaginative: “Believe this, and you too are ‘smart'”. Quite the restatement of “eat and you will be as gods, knowing good and evil”, I suppose.
And yet, most do not explicitly say “All people not so smart as me are sinful”. That’s where MovieBob lays on the irony to an astonishing degree. He simple-mindedly and without nuance, as a stupid person, condemns all those who are stupid as evil without qualification, and is then too stupid to recognize why people might object to this. He is, further, too stupid to recognize that the people he elevates as political idols did not get there by dint of one-dimensional smarts – and that this is clear to almost anybody. Nor that being bitchy might cause some people to believe he’s not “good” – can’t you see how smart he is? He’s good, you open-mawed slack-jawed prole lumps!
It’s like a Klein bottle of Dunning-Kruger.
The word faintly is doing a lot of heavy lifting in that sentence.
Well, quite. And yes, it’s practically farce.
Thing is, Mr Chipman wasn’t entirely without talent. Some of his videos from a few years ago, when his leftward tendencies were merely an occasional irritation and not the dominant theme, were entertaining. And popular – he’d regularly get hundreds of thousands of viewers. But his leftist impulses became more pronounced and his thoughts on film and pop culture became correspondingly doctrinaire, resulting in the alienation of much of his audience.
I imagine this loss of popularity, and presumably income, left him somewhat resentful. And instead of pondering what it was that repelled much of his audience, and rethinking his assumptions, he seems to have doubled down on them, and doubled down again, with louder declarations of woke piety, and spiteful ramblings about “mediocre white men.” Oh, and a stated belief that the way to improve the world is to find a non-leftwing person, any non-leftwing person, and make their “day/week/life a little bit miserable.”
As a personal trajectory, it’s not ideal; but as an illustration of the psychology with which leftism so often goes hand in hand, it’s quite instructive.
…the way to improve the world is to find a non-leftwing person, any non-leftwing person, and make their “day/week/life a little bit miserable.”
It’s a good thing that increasing societal entropy and mistrust is exactly the same thing as “trimming the fat”/reducing what we don’t want in society.
Otherwise this could possibly be counterproductive, or even read as an endorsement of being spitefully evil to no aim so long as all one’s spiteful evil papers are in order.
“Smart is good and good is smart”. A self-flattery that once provided cover for abuse of the “lesser races” (and still does, more quietly), and allows for categorization of one’s enemies as subject to mental defect as well as inferior morals. The more interesting part of the sleight of hand is the ego trap laid for the stupid or unimaginative: “Believe this, and you too are ‘smart'”. Quite the restatement of “eat and you will be as gods, knowing good and evil”, I suppose.
Well said.
Chipman, among others, raises the question as to whether ‘wokeness’ causes mental aberration or mental aberration causes ‘wokeness’.
Quite the restatement of “eat and you will be as gods, knowing good and evil”, I suppose.
Mr Chipman famously told his inferiors – which I suppose means me, thee, everyone here, and their friends and families – that, “The left needs to fall back in love with the understanding that ‘the people’ are stupid and will generally need to be circumvented or misled.”
By people such as himself, one assumes. These numinous beings.
How dare you hurt “us” with your [checks notes] Christmas lights.
How dare you hurt “us” with your [checks notes] Christmas lights.
Given the moral breathlessness, I was expecting something really garish and aesthetically indecent. But the object of disapproval is actually quite restrained. I think we can therefore assume that the scolding is purely recreational. Which is to say, an act of petty spite.
See Mr Chipman’s advice, above, about finding pleasure in making someone’s day “a little bit miserable.”
But the object of disapproval is actually quite restrained
If I had received a letter like that, I would being going full Clark Griswold on my home.
My own neighborhood has more homes with lights than I’ve seen in a while. I think people really want some semblance of cheer even as California has been locked down again for the next 3 weeks. — This is my county sheriff and it might be his attitude that has us feeling hopeful.
Actually, there’s no indication that the writer of the Scroogish letter feels herself (I’m positive she’s female – the gracious bitchiness is typical) to be personally injured or even offended. It’s all about ‘our neighbours’ who might possibly dislike these lights.
Isn’t this totally characteristic of this type of interfering old trout? They wouldn’t dream of feeling resentful – resentment (which is, of course, the name of the game) would be unworthy of such spiritual and high-minded people. But there’s a possibility that someone, somewhere, might look at those lights and think “I wish we could afford them” – and that would never do! And if that’s the case, then our Ms Trout can preen herself (sorry about the mixed metaphor) on her wonderful sensitivity and empathy towards everyone except, of course, her crass, deplorable neighbours.
then our Ms Trout can preen herself (sorry about the mixed metaphor) on her wonderful sensitivity and empathy towards everyone except, of course, her crass, deplorable neighbours.
At what point did we all forget that Hyacinth Bucket was supposed to be an object of derision?
My own neighborhood has more homes with lights than I’ve seen in a while.
I’ve noticed the neighbours’ Christmas lights have gone up a little earlier than usual, most likely for the same reason. And as someone who’s been known to drone on about how decorations should go up just before Christmas and then be taken down moments later, I’ve decided to be indulgent and forgiving.
#PersonalGrowth
“Moviebob is such a strange character it would be kind of sad without him. I would miss his ‘Exterminate the inferior humans who don’t like Marvel movies’ takes.”
So basically a shitty dalek, without the hard technological coating.
The Shitty Daleks is a band name.
RE: the inherent goodness of intelligence
I have watched a man with a 150+ IQ drive his vehicle into an area of a job site where he knew the client had been dumping horse manure for decades. He then refused to listen to my suggestion as to how he could get out, and instead followed his own plan on how to make the situation worse. Eventually the Forest Gumpish fellow who worked for the client came along and offered to pull him out with the tractor. This offer was accepted and the vehicle was extracted, though not without attempts at micromanaging the effort into fuckery.
Finally, the helper and I stood beside each other and watched the other guy set off down the narrow path between two fences, against the helper’s advice. Neither of us were surprised, or particularly sorry, when a significant portion of one quarter panel was left behind, hanging on the fence line.
Everyone knows that the solution to being stuck is a whole lotta floorin’.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F62EEybpZQQ
…Squires’ story about the determined Genius Fool…
Intellect tends to drive capacity for reason and will. Of the two, only will can grow unchecked easily. You can minimally “think yourself smarter” if at all. Intellect also drives absorption, but self-absorption most of all if we’re not careful – and will perverts reason while self-absorption distracts from it.
Next step: “The smartest man in the world just jumped out of the plane with my backpack” as in the old joke.
#PersonalGrowth
Proud of you, tip jar hit.
Proud of you, tip jar hit.
Bless you, sir. When you spend the better part of an hour cleaning the bathroom, may your labours be noticed and appreciated.
Mr Bob Chipman, . . . shares his deep, uplifting philosophy.
Darleen,
Sheriff Rick Bianco is the voice of reason, and hopefully the light at the end of the tunnel.
May his professional and articulate speech inspire others to seek the truth surrounding the Covid tyranny from “our Betters”
The Forces have a phrase for the sort of chap Squiresdescribes: “Bright lad, no common”. I sometimes wonder how often it was used of me when I was serving…
Completely OT, but after OrwellnGoode was doxxed by Antifa, his FB page etc was also purged.
Happily, you can find him on Gab:
https://gab.com/OrwellGoode
@ Mark – he is back at twatter also.
When I learned to drive, the solution to being stuck was to rock the vehicle out. Forward as far as you could go, reverse as far as you could go, repeat. It worked about half the time. In the snowy season, prudent drivers always invited a young woman in a miniskirt along, so that if you couldn’t rock out the vehicle, she could stand on the shoulder and stick her leg out. This would motivate some guy to stop, and politeness (a thing we had back then) would in turn motivate him to help push the vehicle free.
I haven’t been stuck in 30 years. Maybe transmissions are stronger, or tires are better constructed.
@Lady Cutekitten of Lolcat, I found that having a few articles of clothing (rags) would help a lot in getting a stuck vehicle out of snow.
I used to be an Armor officer and have a rather longish horror story about a jeep getting stuck in the snow during a map exercise that ended up with not only a stuck jeep but a stuck M62 (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/M54_5-ton_6x6_truck#M62_and_M543_Medium_Wrecker_Truck), an almost stuck M578 (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/M578_light_recovery_vehicle), and a definitely stuck M88 (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/M88_Recovery_Vehicle). Not to mention driving the M88 over a bridge that wasn’t rated to support it.
Interestingly, that wasn’t the worse night of my life. Whee.
To the extent that she had repeatedly asked him to stop pretending that they were friends.
He sounds nice and totally sane.
He sounds nice and totally sane.
Well, it’s another example of someone who professes high motives and great personal virtue, on account of being leftwing and therefore clever, and also a feminist, and whose supposed efforts to improve the world entail acts of petty malice against random strangers, being creepy towards women, the use of “white guy” as a pejorative, and fantasies of party-political eugenics.
It’s sort of, “I am clever and leftwing, the two being the same thing, and therefore I care about people more than you do. That’s why I want to make them miserable, and hurt them, and look forward to their deaths.”
Not exactly even-keeled, I know, but not, I think, as uncommon as one might suppose.
“… therefore I care about people more than you do. That’s why I want to make them miserable…”
The ones he wants to make miserable aren’t really people.
The ones he wants to make miserable aren’t really people.
As I’m sure I’ve said before, the more someone feels compelled to announce how virtuous they are, the more suspicion is warranted.
[…] and also a feminist […]
Well, a lot of feminists do look like that. At least in terms of body mass and fat/muscle ratios.
Brits, Listverse is not renowned for its accuracy. I know wassailing is real, but what about the other things?
https://listverse.com/2018/12/20/10-weird-british-christmas-traditions/?utm_source=seealso&utm_medium=link&utm_campaign=direct
…totally sane…
I am not at all sure what is happening here…
“I am clever and leftwing, the two being the same thing, and therefore I care about people more than you do. That’s why I want to make them miserable, and hurt them, and look forward to their deaths.”
As if on cue.
(And giving a nod of approval to the lyrics she refers to must have required disabling her faculties of irony and self-awareness first.)
…the lyrics she refers to…
The message would appear to be, “I, a black person, am an idiotic and hostile semiliterate. Give me money I haven’t earned and I will spend it on jewelry and substances useful for avoiding clarity of thought.”
I am not at all sure what is happening here…
Is that for real?
Not only is it poorly written (persons 3 or greater means persons aged 3 or greater? or number of persons 3 or greater?), but it’s horribly vague. What is an essential sexual activity involving 3 or more persons? Because the word nonessential assumes there is something defined as essential. And why do politicians get to decide what is essential vs nonessential sex? I thought the left wanted the government out of their bedrooms.
Also noting that their “health minister” doesn’t exactly have a healthy BMI there, or is that fat shaming?
@ Lady C
Christmas traditions-Geese Dancers
In Derbyshire in the mid-1940s I recall the tailend of a similar pastime acted by teenage boys. I believe it was common in my village pre-WW2 but it wasn’t a specifically Christmas custom AFAIK and not by that name.
Most of the other examples are locality specific as indicated by their names.
Is that for real?
A hasty internet search suggests that it is not.