So… Nothing’s really changed, has it?

Didn’t really think so, we’ve seen pussies on the “right” being pussies for longer than we care to remember, but for a short while it looked like the pussies might have figured out the combination lock on the jar in which their mommies keep their testicles.

Alas, it was not to be.


Oh, it’s about Milo.

No, we haven’t read through all of the hysteria and overreaction, nor have we listened all the way through the recording of his words with a finger on the pause button and Webster’s next to us, and we for damn sure isn’t going to go by anything “quoted” by the ProziMedia and their lapdogs, but from where we sit it looks like Milo made an off-hand joke about his blowjob technique having vastly improved thanks to a member of the clergy when he was 14.

Fast forward to after the ProziMedia had had time to organize a concerted blitz (socialists never act without planning) and this off-hand joke is now “proof” that Milo is a pedophile. No information as to whether he eats at Comet Ping Pong or not, though.

What. The fuck. Over?

So his book deal is off, CuckPAC disinvited him (not that we ever figured out why the Cucks invited him in the first place, so not much of a loss) and Breitbart “resigned” him.

Over a joke that would barely raise an eyebrow in Europe which, might we add?, is where he comes from.

Is it tasteless? You better believe it is! It’s utterly tasteless, which is sort of the point with jokes like that. Of course, that kind of humour died around the same time as Monty Python, but some of us remember it still. You know, back when nothing was sacred and jokes sometimes made you go “whoa!” as well as make you laugh. Unlike now where we have to have idiots pushing the button on the “LAUGH!” box in order for us to know where the punchline might be hiding.

You want to hear a funny from Over There? “Quit making fun of the Holocaust. My granddad died in the camps. Wait for pause and ‘oh I’m so sorry’. Yeah, he fell out of a guard tower and broke his neck.” And that one’s from post WWII Europe where even being suspected of being a Nazi could get you put away for quite a while. Of course, the jokester in that case would, by the standards of today’s Pussified States of America, be the equal of Adolf Hitler, Heinrich Himmler and Josef Mengele, rolled into one. And if anybody had accused the jokester of that, he’d have kicked the offender in the arse so hard he’d be able to clip his toenails with his teeth.

Sure it’s tasteless. It’s disgustingly tasteless. And that’s the point!

You know what adults do when they find a joke tasteless? They tell the jokester that he isn’t all that funny or, if he’s really obnoxious, punch him in the nose. To a comedian and provocateur like Milo, just not laughing is more than punishment enough. You’ll never hear another joke like that again from him because getting laughs is what he does for a living.

You know what adults DON’T do? Behave like fascists on a hunt, casting about blood libels and burning down everything in their wake.

Meanwhile, adults with a set do NOT cave in to the fascists.

But we’re short on adults, it would seem.


By Emperor Misha I

Ruler of all I survey -- and then some.

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