Would someone check on Kurt Schlichter? I don’t think he’s doing so well, judging from his latest Townhall entry, a book review where he never actually reviews a book. It’s very strange. It’s all spittle-flecked invective, no actual cataloguing of the book’s merits, aside a solitary throwaway quote from its author.
In a culture where humorless leftists scolds seek to impose their rule upon us normals by sucking every drop of joy out of life, it is the conservative smartass who is the true subversive. Don’t look to Hollywood’s allegedly edgy comics to zing the zeitgeist – hacky proggy stand-ups and interchangeable liberal late-night hosts are the opposite of rebels, with their dreadfully generic opinions and lockstep jokes designed to get the herd of trained seals that makes up their fish-breathed audience beating their flippers. No, if you want someone who snarks truth to power instead of speaking consensus coastal truth to the powerless, you gotta step to the right.
And Lisa de Pasquale is one of these conserva-revolutionaries, a young woman who is in equal parts funny and fearless. She has a new book dropping, The Social Justice Warrior Handbook: A Practical Survival Guide for Snowflakes, Millennials, and Generation Z, and it does exactly what today’s embattled conservatives need to do – it goes full bull in the progressive china shop.
IT MAKES ME SO ANGRY. Kurt assures us that de Pasquale dunks on us “SJW’s”–a term he uses liberally and unironically–so hard but never tells us how. HOW does she own us, Kurt? I want specifics. I want to prepare myself for this merciless onslaught of punk rock conservative mockery.
Lisa is all about the arson. With The SJW Handbook, she turns her flamethrower on that most annoying manifestation of liberalism’s intellectual bankruptcy and infatuation with tyranny, the Social Justice Warrior. Lisa sums up their twisted world-view thusly: “Every day we see people driving their cars, going to their jobs, spending time with their friends and families. They are oblivious to how they contribute to the problems in America.”
OOOH, OUCH. Somebody send me to the burn unit, because…hang on…I’m just very…confused.
You need to understand that SJWs are the leads in a giant personal psychodrama they want to suck us all into. But they aren’t traditional heroes – they’re far too goofy. Think of SJWs as the nerds in Revenge of the Nerds, except these nerds aren’t sympathetic fringies. They’re malignant manipulators who act like the jocks and want to make the rest of us as miserably friendless and loveless as they are. Instead of giving their victims wedgies, the babbling bullies of the left want to whine us into submission.
This is still Schlichter babbling incoherently.
SJWs deserve nothing but contempt and the merciless ridicule that goes with it. Yet, sadly, we Americans are usually reflexively too polite to deliver the verbal beatdowns these dorks deserve. Because we are genuinely nice people, we generally assume that other people are acting in good faith even when what they are saying is manifestly idiotic. We tend to think, “Hmmmm, that sounds really insane, but I should give this person the benefit of the doubt and react in a polite manner when she bursts into tears because, she says, my not accepting that men can menstruate is a hate crime.”
Totally fair. But, again, where’s the sweet owning from de Pasquale? Schlichter’s not done toilet-mastubating:
SJWs prey on that default presumption of good faith, knowing that normals will assume SJWs sincerely mean whatever idiocy they spew. But the truth is that all this nonsense about microaggressions and such is just a way to impose their fussy control over us. The remedy, as these Millennial morons might say, is for us normals to “get woke” to the SJW okie-doke, and to recognize that their whole deal is to silence us by socially criminalizing anything we say, do, and believe.
Lisa is having none of their nonsense. A long-time veteran of the conservative movement (for years she organized and ran CPAC, the Woodstock for people who yearn to see Mike Pence up close or watch Ted Cruz do an acoustic set), Lisa gets it. But she also gets life – her book Finding Mr. Righteous was an eye-opening and, at times, agonizingly honest look at a young woman’s journey in modern America, specifically the conservative world. She knows how to write about people with a particular identity without making it about that identity, so she’s the perfect choice to go after nimrods who are nothing but their chosen identity.
And Lisa gets medieval on them.
OMG, I’m so excited! Finally she’s gonna lay the smackdown on us Kurt’s been pro–
The SJW Handbook is just that, a faux guide to how to be a crying, bitter baby demanding that mommy and daddy submit to his, her or xir’s increasingly ridiculous commands. And by writing it, Lisa provides a template for us to do what we all need to do all the time – see through their lies and strip them of their power by ruthlessly mocking these proto-fascist geebos until they flee back to their safe spaces.
As Lisa writes, “If you’re new to fighting, your best option is the sucker punch.” The SJWs have brilliantly provoked a battle within the Octagon, except the only weapon allowed is the one they excel at using, whiny words (They would so not dig a real fight on us normals’ terms). Sure, they sometimes throw on masks, gather into groups, and start some actual violence, but that only happens on the rare occasions where they vastly outnumber their opponents and the cops are ordered to retreat. When there’s push-back, they fold. It’s all a pose; they aren’t really about violence beyond trying to score with woke sophomorettes by wearing shirts memorializing Cuban butchers. The SJW’s weapons are words, and they depend on our default courtesy to make us respectfully listen to whatever stupid thing they have to say.
That needs to stop. Lisa’s book is a welcome diss track that should motivate us all to provide the proper response to these campus communists and academic anarchists the next time they start flapping their quinoa holes: “Hey jerks, I got your revolution right here.”
Poor Kurt. All he wants to do is sit the cool table, but people keep telling him he can’t so long as he remains a transcendently stupid doofy authoritarian cock-doodle who writes war erotica. I say he chucks his current persona for a new, more likable one.
Get on that mullet and that accent, Kurt. It’s your only hope.