Being one of the only atheists in existence to actually spend time examining theistic arguments instead of just posting Christopher Hitchens memes, I’ve been reading Edward Feser‘s The Last Superstitution: A Refutation of the New Atheism, a book I firmly recommend to anyone interested in either Thomas Aquinas’s metaphysics or seeing Richard Dawkins get some much deserved intellectual ridicule. One of the concepts addressed is the New Atheist tendency to fixate on facile and easily dismantled arguments since the philosophical nuance required for attacking the more esoteric and complex variety eludes their feeble understanding.
Reactionary circles tend to reserve a lot of venom for the Libertarian crowd, much of it well deserved when one considers the autistic neckbearded insanity of many acolytes of the NAP and Saint Rothbard. You could misspend several hours cataloging Libertarian misadventures on the subject of legal age of consent, child abandonment or who meets the criteria for moral personhood. In general though, the Libertarian position does have a few things going for it compared to the typical American political non-options.
Today’s article comes to us from the SWPL favorite SJW blog Black Girl Dangerous. Rent-seeking intersectionality double-dipper Mia McKenzie has penned this handy guide for white people on how they can just shut up and give minority pressure groups whatever the fuck they demand. She has organized her
ransom note ”ways to push back against your privilege” into four convenient talking points, perhaps with the subconscious anticipation that it would prompt a cisheteronormative white male to mansplain a rebuttal. Without further ado, let us voyage into the sloppy, contradictory thinking of a pampered negress.
I’ve long held a certain suspicion that during the “Civil Rights Struggle” white folk looked on with a sense of inflamed jealousy and bitter resentment while figures such as Rosa Parks and Martin Luther King stole the national spotlight. After all, at best the pale skinned progressives and lily white liberals were just the colored man’s patronizing sidekicks, forever doomed to stand in the shadow of a Genuinely Oppressed Minority while the Noble Negro recreated scenes from “Braveheart” and fought his valiant struggle for freedom and acceptance.
Meanwhile whitey skulked in his lair nursing his wounded pride and yearning for the day he too could be the underdog in his own heroic narrative against vile oppressors trying to crush him under their evil bootheels. Luckily, the most ironic opportunity for revenge was about to present itself. Gay Acceptance was to become whitey’s rallying cry, a call to arms to fight against the “homophobes” and “religious bigots” everywhere. The best part? In a social justice repeat of the “cultural expropriation” of rock and roll, whites were gonna steal this minority issue from the blacks themselves. True enough, they had already tried to stir up an underdog social justice campaign with feminism, but the shrill voices of so many screeching harpies grated harshly on the public’s ear. The word “feminist” itself would eventually come to represent a loud, obnoxious person who doesn’t shave her armpits, of similar status in the American public lexicon as the term “communist,” and equally distasteful.
While the Gay Acceptance Bandwagon has gotten a full head of steam lately in the mainstream, many bored social justice hipsters are already looking for the next new and exotic Civil Right’s Struggle. Enter “Transgender Acceptance,” the brand new scene where you can demonstrate your total free thinking acceptance of subcultures you are only vaguely familiar with.
You might wanna sit down and call your cardiologist before reading further, but I have a big confession to make: I’m a huge science fiction nerd. See I was born in the early 1980s and during those tender formative years of youth my brain was exposed to Patrick Stewart ordering the bridge crew of the Enterprise to “Engage!” on a course boldly where no one has gone before at unreasonably high warp speeds. In the 1990s television was virtually saturated with three different Star Trek shows, Farscape, Lexx, Stargate SG-1, The New Outer Limits, and dozens of short lived sci-fi shows like Space Above and Beyond. This was before the lens of the camera turned from the abstract what-if scenarios and imaginative exploration of the universe and focused instead on boring, insipid reality television. (If only I could build a time machine and go back and fire a quantum torpedo at everyone involved with Survivor.)
Today of course science fiction has virtually disappeared from popular media, mostly replaced by narcissistic reality television shows where you can watch the daily lives of spoiled New Jersey douchebags or see people buy shit at pawn shops. I’ve heard there’s even a show where you get to follow around a couple of guys while they BUY ANTIQUES! Fiction itself has dwindled on television, outside of the occasionally exceptional shows following the “HBO series” format. Curiously though, when science fiction, particularly Star Trek does make an appearance, certain modern commentators have THIS to say:
“But there’s one particular area of social justice that the franchise has failed to live up to its standards on, and it remains a blight on the series in my estimation. I’m talking about the fact that there has never, despite years of promises and false starts, been an openly gay or lesbian character in the canon Star Trek universe.”
Here is wishing our readers a Merry Christmas from the TRS writers. In the spirit of the season we won’t be overwhelming you with dildos or leftist narratives. Instead enjoy some TRS Christmas music. Best to you and yours. We will pick back up with our regular fare of hard hitting commentary on the 26th.
Right now the mainstream media has momentarily put down their witch-hunt for George Zimmerman, the infamous wife-beating racist murderer of black children, and focused their outrage on a brand new bearded white target. This time they’ve bagged themselves a real winner, they have a genuine white southern camouflage wearing redneck publicly known to pray on national television. You can’t tell me they weren’t positively salivating at the chance to pounce on this guy like a pack of rabid yet socially aware and politically conscious overgrown wolves. Phil Robertson checks off every box for being the American liberal’s version of the Anti-Christ. Problem is though, someone let the hounds off the chain a little too early.
Fueled from the success of their prosecution of the evil wicked witch Paula Deen, the liberal media establishment bit down on what it presumed was a telling admission of Homophobia with a bonus serving of Racism. Apparently poor ol’ Christian Phil had the misfortune to publicly say what Christians actually believe. A shame he didn’t have the foresight to understand how his comments would be pounced on and selectively interpreted in the worst possible light by intolerant liberals eager to lash another white Protestant victim to the stake. First Robertson lists off things from his head he thinks are sinful after being specifically asked to do so by an interviewer, then makes the deadly mistake of paraphrasing 1 Corinthians 6:9-10, completely oblivious to the fact secular liberals aren’t familiar with the cultures, beliefs, or holy books of non-liberals.
“Start with homosexual behavior and just morph out from there. Bestiality, sleeping around with this woman and that woman and that woman and those men,” he says. Then he paraphrases Corinthians: “Don’t be deceived. Neither the adulterers, the idolaters, the male prostitutes, the homosexual offenders, the greedy, the drunkards, the slanderers, the swindlers—they won’t inherit the kingdom of God. Don’t deceive yourself. It’s not right.”
“This more delusive, not the touch, but taste
Deceived; they, fondly thinking to allay
Their appetite with gust, instead of fruit
Chewed bitter ashes, which the offended taste
With spattering noise rejected.”
The most insidious meme of consumer capitalism is the pernicious idea that you, the individual, deserve only the best and should never settle for anything. This ignoble lie has been repeated so many times that the infectious canker of it has infested every last form of human enterprise and interaction. Not content to merely infantilize adults into mindless consumers of the latest and most novel “products,” the rot has subsumed their very perceptions of one another. Human relationships have now become commodities, driven by the same childish hedonistic impulse so carefully cultivated by a capitalist system predicated on mass consumption.
I recently watched Ken Burn’s documentary on Prohibition, and somewhere between the story of Carrie Nation and George Remus I realized something about the modern gun control debate: The pro-gun control side is acting on cultural sensibilities expressed as moralistic outrage. How you feel about guns is self-evidently related to the culture that you grew up in, with the typical Southerner or rural American seeing a gun as another everyday household object, while the city dwelling northerner seems to view them more as a dangerous weapon usually owned only by thugs and drug dealers. To a rural Southerner a shotgun leaned up against a corner is no more noteworthy than a blender sitting on a counter-top.