It is a profoundly-sad reflection of our age that Greg Karber’s actions in the video are confused with actual human kindness. All I see is a man throwing clothes at some smelly human-shaped objects for the purpose of getting the librul wimminz moist.
…What, you didn’t notice that the focus is on the clothing, and not the human beings?
Ron Paul, our generation’s William Jennings Bryan, has largely run his course. The man who for decades bravely griefed Congress and disrupted Republican Primaries, now talks shit about dead people on twitter. He who lives by the troll dies by the troll, I suppose.
Following his not-so-stellar progress in 2010-11, these actions certainly don’t surprise me; here was a man ultimately less interested in cultivating a meaningful counter-narrative, and more interested in pissing people off before collecting his Congressional pension.
When I first saw media coverage of the Westboro Baptist Church (WBC) a few years ago my first reaction was “LOLWUT.” My next reaction was that it had to be a troll. I found it so hard to take seriously because the the WBC represents in pure concentrated form every leftist conceit about the nature of their non-opposition. They are white, rural, religious and openly bigoted against the most celebrated victim group of the moment (hint: it’s teh gheys).
I am not going to condemn or defend the WBC. I find them mildly amusing, but beyond that I am indifferent. What I find interesting is why anyone cares about them at all. They are a tiny group with views so wildly out of the mainstream that it is hard take them seriously as anything other than trolls. Why grant them power? Why not simply remove them from the picture? The cultural left rules this country. They have the power to get rid of or ignore the WBC, so why don’t they? It can only be because they want them there.
A good frenemy of mine recently pointed out that we here at The Right Stuff should not take ourselves so seriously all the time. I find myself agreeing. I fucking love to hate you, Suss.
Sometimes, things get a bit too esoteric and combative both at the blog and our secret online forums/moon base. Even a Darwinian Ultra-Royalist like myself can become drained by the constant critique and debate. There are simply too many people who need to go fuck themselves. It makes one’s head spin.
While our work continues to attract considerable interest, the fact remains that Western society is not at a point where TRS propaganda can be put into practice. ‘Murca is simply not austere enough for it’s Golden Dawn. Yet.
Until me and my black shirts are introducing Occupussy skulls to truncheons, it’s certainly rational for one to afford a few moments of unguarded humor.
Which brings me to the subject for today’s Reactionary whimsy.