If The Closing of the American Mind anticipated political correctness, it was Jonah Goldberg’s Liberal Fascism that prefigured what we now find on college campuses. Goldberg saw that liberalism had come unmoored from specific policy goals and was finally interested in just one thing: power.
Writing in the wake of his own school’s capitulation, Claremont McKenna professor Charles Kesler observed, “When the leftists lacked power, they embraced free speech. Now that they have power, they don’t need it.” [Emphasis ours — Emp.M.]
No fucking shit, Sherlock.
And who, among plenty of other immigrants to these shores wasted years of our lives shouting that from the rooftops, having had ample first hand experience with socialist tactics (we were one of them ourself at one point)?
Huh? Anybody? Bueller?
And we only remember too well how warmly we were welcomed by “right wing intellects” every single bloody time we pointed towards the red elephant in the room and mentioned that we’d seen that movie before. Oh yes we do. That was sarcasm, by the way.
We were “paranoid”, according to you intellectual giants, “that sort of thing could never happen here”, “you’re seeing things”, “you’re uncivil, unserious hobbits” and so on and so forth.
We remember. We remember only too well. And, in spite of that, we kept on. In spite of being told by inferior dimwits who hadn’t even bothered to bloody well read the books of those socialist cancers (Das Kapital, The Little Red Book, the Communist Manifesto, Mein Kampf, Rules For Radicals, the list goes on and on) or, if you had read them, not understanding word ONE of them, that we didn’t know what a socialist was, we kept on because we felt it was our duty to remind the good people of this country that we love that they were about to screw themselves in truly epic ways.
In spite of the insult of being told, after having spent decades in a country that was chock full of and RUN by socialists, in spite of having BEEN a socialist and knowing their catechism from beginning to end, that we didn’t know what socialism was and that we were just being paranoid, we kept on.
And were loudly ignored because reasons…
Are you listening now, you cretinous cockholsters?
If so, maybe we could get together on how to eradicate that socialist cancer?
And yes, we do mean “eradicate.”
It’s the only way. Trust us, we know. And it’s what they have planned for you. Turnabout is fair play, no?
Oh, just one thing: We expect an apology. A profuse, humiliating, groveling one. A blowjob would be nice, too. But only if it’s from somebody with nice, soft, pretty lips. Like ¡Ruuuubio!.
Or you can fuck yourselves. We know how to deal with this, you obviously don’t.
You know where to reach us.