New York Times and Roberto Suro: Bigoted Swine With a Soapbox


Have you heard the latest news from the froth-flecked, gaping cock holster of New York Times contributor Roberto Suro? Despite having been born to Hispanic parents, Ted Cruz and Marco Rubio aren’t really Hispanic.

Neither Mr. Cruz nor Mr. Rubio meets conventional expectations of how Latino politicians are supposed to behave.

Neither of these candidates claims to speak for the Hispanic population or derive a crucial portion of their support from Hispanics, and neither bases much of his political identity on being a Latino. To varying degrees they oppose legalization for unauthorized immigrants, a policy that is central to most organized Latino political interests and that is supported by a great majority of Latino elected officials and Latino voters.

ct-marco-rubio-ted-cruzThe obvious bigotry of this statement should be clear to anyone with an IQ higher than a turnip. In order to be considered “Hispanic” you must 1) harp on it repeatedly, and 2) support violation of U.S. law. Because Hispanics, apparently all share a brain and are incapable of independent thought, so unless you think exactly like they do, you can’t be allowed in their exclusive club.

Let’s also remember that these two men are running for President of the United States. Unlike the current resident of the White House, whom the black population of the United States claimed as their own, these men strive to represent all Americans, regardless of ethnicity. And for their desire to fairly represent the diverse population of the United States, which includes not just Latinos, but every race, ethnicity, religion and nationality, they’re somehow considered race traitors.

Suro quotes Hispanic press and some douche from Univision as somehow evidence that both men somehow shun their Hispanic heritage. Because Ted Cruz *GASP!* doesn’t use his Spanish nickname “Felito” (his first name is actually Rafael), but prefers “Ted” instead. And this is somehow proof that Cruz is not a real Hispanic!

I use my middle name too. Because my first name sounded really bad on the air when I was a disk jockey on American Forces Radio. And to avoid the confusion, the middle name thing stuck. I guess I’m not really not to be considered as Russian. My parents gave me some pretty goofy nicknames as a kid – Russians tend to do that. I eschew all those nicknames. Guess that defines my identity, eh?

If Cruz really wanted to hide his Hispanic heritage, he should have chosen to jettison his last name, which pretty much screams “LATINO!”

But neither Cruz nor Rubio hide or are in any way embarrassed of their heritage. They both freely discuss their backgrounds and their parents’ journeys to achieve the American dream, and apparently this is a problem for Suro. Because to him, identity politics is everything. The candidate must be Hispanic first – reflecting Hispanic views, as if Latinos are a monolithic entity, unable to think for themselves.

Apparently Suro and the New York Times are the arbiters of what is Hispanic. They define how Latinos should vote and what political views they should hold. Dog forbid there’s any dissent! Cruz and Rubio are not to be celebrated as Latinos who have achieved much in their lives. No, they should be shunned as race traitors who don’t walk in lockstep with the Hispanic political agenda of illegal immigration and bigger government.

The aforementioned Univision douche took cowardly swipes at both men in a recent article, in which he opined “I simply don’t understand why immigrants or the children of immigrants tend to attack those who arrived a little later. There is no greater disloyalty than the children of immigrants forgetting their own roots. That’s a betrayal.”

No, you know what’s a betrayal?

Trying to shame someone who happens to be a public official into ignoring and, worse yet, promoting illegal acts.

Trying to use ethnic guilt to denigrate someone, because they refuse to accept and praise the fact that the first act of these “immigrants” who claim to love this country is to violate its laws.

Trying to besmirch someone’s love for their culture and heritage, because they refuse to engage in political groupthink.

There is no “identity issue” with either Cruz or Rubio. They were born to Hispanic parents. They can’t change that fact any more than Barack Obama can change his skin color. The only “issue” these two need to face is their ability to govern and to fairly and justly be everyone’s American President, if elected.

Cruz and Rubio are both Americans. They represent America, in all her diverse glory! Their ethnicity only matters to racist grievance mongers like Suro.

And of course, the New York Times. Because if they refuse to acknowledge Cruz and Rubio are Hispanic, they won’t look like a bunch of racists when they excoriate them.

Make fake clock bomb. Take to school. Get arrested. Profit.


Remember Ahmed Mohamed? I had some sympathy for the kid when his story initially broke. He made a dumb looking clock inside a pencil case, and his idiot teacher decided to call the police, because it looked like a “hoax bomb.” The kid was subsequently arrested, questioned about the “hoax bomb,” and then released to his parents. I also didn’t think the incident had anything to do with “islamophobia,” but rather the idiotic “zero tolerance” policies that around the country led to a kid being booted from school for chewing a breakfast pastry into the shape of a “gun,” an honor student getting in trouble for bringing a butter knife to school with her lunch, a kid getting in trouble for pretending a chicken nugget was a gun, and a first-grader being suspended for bringing a Cub Scout utensil to school that happened to contain a knife.

But there was always something unsettling about the whole thing. Instead of condemning the reactionary “zero tolerance sense” policies that landed his kid in hot water, the kid’s father began to immediately screech about “Islamophobia” and racial profiling. “Zero tolerance” policies are idiotic, nonsensical tripe that allow school administrators to lazily toss kids out of class for “safety” reasons, without using a shred of thought and logic to examine each individual situation. These policies have threatened the futures of hundreds of kids, without regard for race. I would submit that a Pop-Tart chewed into something ambiguously resembling a gun is much more innocuous than the “clock/bomb” Mohamed brought to school that day. So why is it that Mohamed’s father decided to use his child to paint American society around him as bigoted?

This might explain it.

The smear effort made Ahmed the target of anti-Muslim conspiracy theorists and caused his family to flee the country for their own safety, the family’s lawyer claimed Monday in letters addressed to City Hall and Irving ISD—demanding apologies and a total of $15 million to stave off a civil rights suit.

Never mind that the incident resulted in the kid getting an invite to the White House, got a hug from the President of the United States – an African American man who was elected to the highest office in the land… twice (Quite the racist country we are, right?), visited Google, Mecca, met with the Queen of Jordan, and had a very creepy audience with the genocidal maniac president of Sudan.

clock kid

He looks so traumatized taking a selfie with former NASA Astronaut John M. Grunsfeld, doesn’t he? The horror!


That doesn’t matter. He was apparently oh-so-scarred by his experience, that the family decided to move to Qatar and leave this horrible, racist country that allowed him to become a national hero, meet the President and even a former NASA astronaut after bringing something to school that, let’s face it, looked like a bomb.

And the only thing that will mitigate the trauma? You guessed it! Money – $15 million to be exact.

Any sympathy I had for this kid is gone. This is no longer a “stupid school administrators overreact yet again to a harmless object” story that I’ve written about over and over again on this site. It is now an “opportunistic pig tries to extort money from taxpayer, because ISLAMOPHOBIA, and… SHUT UP, RACIST!”

I don’t see the President inviting a little deaf boy named Hunter Spanjer to the White House, because idiot school officials attempted to prevent him from using sign language to say his name, because it violated their “zero tolerance” for weapons policy.

I don’t see public apologies, meetings with dignitaries, invites to the White House, or trips to the DYI Network for the Chicago teacher who was suspended from his job for showing hand tools to his second grade students as part of a math lesson. Screw drivers! Pliers! Wrenches! A box cutter! OH THE HORROR!

I didn’t see a whirlwind tour of Chef Geoff’s restaurants, a hug from the President, or meetings with the Prime Minister of France for Da’von Shaw, a Bedford, Ohio high school student, who brought apples and craisins to school for a “healthy eating” presentation he was giving to his speech class, took out a knife to cut the apple, and wound up suspended for five days for bringing a “weapon” to school.

None of them sued the idiot school districts for millions of dollars. None of them tried to extort money from the taxpayers for some alleged “bigotry.” None of them became grievance merchants, even though they were treated with much less deference and respect. They weren’t covered by the mass media. There was no mass outrage.

Ahmed Mohamed got all that and more, and yet, his father chose to make a spectacle out of the incident, snottily move his family to Qatar, because it’s oh-so-hard to grow up in America, and then attempt to extort millions of dollars from Americans!

This isn’t about racism. It’s about greed, plain and simple. The bastard wants money, and he’s using his kid to coerce that money from the taxpayers.

Because getting scratch from the Qatar Foundation that’s been accused of being linked to Hamas is apparently just not enough.


Open Letter to Washington Post’s Terrell Jermaine Starr


Dear Dumbass –

I realize it’s not classy or polite to start a letter out in this manner, but having read your idiotic, vomit-inducing essay in the Washington Post, justifying the threats and outright abuse of a student journalist at the University of Missouri, this is the only way I can possibly address you!

You and I should have at least something in common. You apparently write about U.S. and Russian politics, which is awesome, because that’s where my interests primarily lie as well, having been born in that Soviet shithole. But having read your preposterous nonsense in this particular opinion piece, I have to not only wonder if you and I could see eye-to-eye on anything, but whether you have a brain at all, Scarecrow!

You say the protesters tried to create a “safe space” in a public area. Safe for whom, pray tell? It certainly wasn’t “safe” for another student trying to do his job who was threatened by that warm bag of crazy that teaches communications at the school. It certainly wasn’t “safe” for anyone who wasn’t a specific color, was it? So why don’t you just say it? They wanted to create a segregated space for African-American students, where no others were allowed. Congrats on setting the Civil Rights movement back several decades, jackass!

You claim “The black community distrusts the news media because it has failed to cover black pain fairly.” Excuse me, but where in the description of media responsibilities does it say that it’s their job to cover “black pain”? The media’s job is to report news. It covers stories that are interesting and that will grab attention. Media is a business. Maybe you have forgotten that, but the media’s business is the news. It certainly doesn’t exist to be an echo chamber for whatever slight a particular group might be feeling.

You talk about your frustration with New York Mayor de Blasio’s treatment of the press and claim that as a public official he is obligated to provide access to the media. After all, his salary is paid by the taxpayers. You’re absolutely right. But let me ask you this: where the hell do you think the University of Missouri gets its money? Yeah… the taxpayers. Additionally, probably the parents of the very student whom your Precious Snowflakes and that Crazy Eyes Carrot Top lookalike instructor tried to prevent from doing his job! Yes, he had just as much right to be there as any other student, and for that, he was threatened and abused.

You claim these young people weren’t government entities, and were just trying to find a “safe space” from the alleged abuses they encountered at the school and the alleged “insensitivity” of the media to their alleged “plight.” Guess what, Cupcake! I’m going to be insensitive right now. There is no right to escape reality. There’s no entitlement to be provided a “safe space” from bad words, offensive ideas, and mean thoughts! There’s no right to block that with which you disagree, save by walking away from it, both literally and metaphorically. And there’s certainly no right to claim public space – space others pay for – as off limits to anyone based on the color of their skin!

babiesYou know what we used to call challenging ideas, dissenting language, debate, and provoking principles? We used to call that an EDUCATION! That’s right, an education. It’s where your preconceived notions are challenged, where uncomfortable thoughts are examined, and where you manage to learn something in the process. Those who are brave enough to be intellectually challenged face those challenges with facts and logic. Panty-shitting cowards curl up in a ball, suck their thumbs, and demand mommy and daddy university provide a “safe space” and a fucking blanky!

You claim we should strive to understand the motivations of the people about whom we write. I agree to a degree. The motivations are interesting to this particular story, and they do add some context. There have been reports of stupid, racist crap perpetrated by some students on the Mizzou campus. The cotton ball incident resulted in two years’ unsupervised probation and community service for the two douchebags involved. They also publicly apologized for being dumbasses and causing pain to their fellow students. Not enough? What would have been sufficient?

The events that caused that Privileged Snowflake™ Butler to initiate a hunger strike have yet to be substantiated – especially the poopstika incident. And I would think electing a black, gay man as student body president says a lot more about the Missouri student body than isolated incidents over the years – some of which cannot even be substantiated.

protest-mizzouSo what were the motivations?

You claim the motivation for the “safe space” was to secure “a rare space where their blackness could not be violated.” What the hell does that even mean? These students are black. It’s part of their biology – that’s it. No one can violate that! A strong, intellectually honest individual would acknowledge and move on. But no…. these Precious Snowflakes™ are so insecure in who they are, and get so much identity validation from something as basic as skin color, they’re incapable of not only standing up to racist bullies, but also people of any other race who may challenge their insulated world view!

I will submit to you that if you’re incapable of rationally discussing culture, race, gender, or any other subject in a mature manner with someone who respectfully disagrees with you, you have no business being in the real world. And I would submit that if your means of dealing with racism – whether perceived or real – is to forcibly exclude people of other races from publicly-funded spaces, you have become the very thing you so fear!

You claim that in the conversation about “safe space” we’ve overlooked the protesters’ message. I would disagree. Perhaps the protesters could more carefully craft their message so as not to come off as racist, cowardly, thumb-sucking prima donnas, who can’t tolerate the presence of another minority student of a different color, who just happens to be a journalist doing his job!

You blame the media for reporting negatively on black communities, claiming they’re more interested in broken windows in Baltimore and Ferguson than “black pain.” Excuse me, but do you even grok the actual mission of the career field that you have chosen? The story is the destruction of lives and livelihoods. The story is the burning buildings, the looting, and the violence. There’s nothing in the world that will justify the victimization of innocent members of the communities in question, no matter how hard you try! It is the violation of your neighbors’ rights. It’s the destruction of your neighbors’ livelihoods. It’s the decimation of the very communities these neanderthals claim are theirs. That’s the story, not the mealy-mouthed attempts by people like you to justify the carnage by claiming “black pain.”

In what world do you live that blames every other entity in the world for violence and crime except the people actually committing those acts? In what world is “black pain” or any kind of other pain an excuse for violence against innocent others?

The media reports news. The media should be objective. It should be impartial. If you want an exploration of “black pain,” write an opinion piece, and stop blaming the media for doing its job.

You claim the media should drop its sense of entitlement. I say you might want to turn that mirror toward the Precious Snowflakes™ you so rush to defend. The media has a job. That job is to report the story. If you don’t want to speak to the media, don’t. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been turned down for an interview in my journalism career! I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had people tell me they didn’t trust me, because they’d been screwed by the media before, and they weren’t taking that chance in speaking with me again.

You know what I did, as a journalist? I worked to keep my reporting above board, free from editorializing, objective, fact-based, and unbiased. You know what happened? I started getting more interviews and more opportunities the more people saw my work. You think “reporting on black pain” is objective journalism? Just where did you learn that lunacy?

Here’s your bottom line, Cupcake. “Black pain” is not news. News is current. News is action-based. News doesn’t kiss the ass of anyone, and it certainly doesn’t try to justify anyone’s actions. News is what happened, NOT here’s why what happened is excusable, because racism – in any form – is not excusable. Period.

Love and Kisses,


Viral Hysteria (UPDATED)


When I was a kid, my parents sent me to summer camp. I spent two weeks in the scenic mountains in Pennsylvania for three consecutive summers. I remember lots of structured activities and competitions. I remember swimming, gross, red Kool Aid – what they called “bug juice” – at meals, and basketball. Lots and lots of basketball.

There was a counselor there whose name was Gretta. She was a young woman – probably in her late teens to early 20s – a college student – blonde and pretty. I remember she was good with us kids. She pushed us to do better at our competitions and our sports – whether archery, basketball or swimming. She could be a bit brash, if I recall correctly, and that did not sit well with some of the kids at camp.

My memories are foggy of the incident with Gretta. Someone had complained to the camp director about something, and there was an investigation of sorts that resulted in Gretta’s dismissal from the camp. I never saw any kind of friction between Gretta and the kids, or Gretta and the other counselors, but all of a sudden all of us female campers were brought into the director’s cabin, where he asked us all sorts of questions about Gretta, her relationships with the kids, her style, or whether we had seen anything odd. The more girls talked to the director, the more agitated we became. We fed off one another. The director would ask a question, someone would, all of a sudden, remember some friction, another girl would glom on to that story and, all of a sudden, remember an “incident” of her own, and so on, and so on, and so on…

I remember falling into that drama head first. My mind started recreating every interaction I had with Gretta, and memories that never bothered me before all of a sudden became more ominous and more disturbing. I was feeding off the other kids. Several girls started crying and describing interactions they had with Gretta that in my mind reflected my own experiences with this young woman, and I started to cry too.

I look back on it now, and the clouded recollections reveal a certain contagion among us kids. My own impression of Gretta changed the more I listened to the other girls describe their experiences, until I, too, began to think her a monster.

Fast forward to the present.

The #Blacklivesmatter movement spread across the country after George Zimmerman was acquitted of murder after killing Trayvon Martin. Subsequently, the deaths of Michael Brown, Eric Garner, Freddie Gray, and several other high-profile African-American deaths sparked protests all over the country. I did not have an emotional stake one way or another in the Zimmerman trial. I felt both the prosecution and the defense did their jobs to the best of their abilities. I didn’t rage about the verdict. The prosecution did not prove its case, and the jury did its job. I did not voice outrage on Facebook or any other social media. I merely said it was over, and that the jury did its job. For this egregious “transgression” – for the crime of not being outraged enough at the verdict – I lost a friend whom I have known since high school. We had been friends for more than 20 years, and he simply tossed that away, because I did not exhibit sufficient anger at the verdict.

The BLM movement didn’t stop at protesting what they perceived as police brutality. They became more rude, more racist, and more demanding. At the Netroots Nation Conference in July, BLM founder Patrisse Cullors led a protest yelling “Burn everything down!” She then interrupted the speeches of Martin O’Malley and Bernie Sanders. I’m no O’Malley and Sanders fan, but I’m pretty sure neither one had killed a black man. Martin O’Malley was pilloried by the BLM movement when he said “Black lives matter. White lives matter. All lives matter.” Because, apparently, saying that all lives are sacred without regard to color is a crime worthy of contempt.

For the record, O’Malley – the gutless invertebrate that he is – apologized for saying that all lives matter. Because to BLM they do not, and he didn’t want to appear insensitive to racists.

And now we have this social justice stupidity that sweeping the nation like a bad case of the herp.

I blogged about Yale two days ago, where the Precious Snowflakes™ lost their collective shit over a respectful, thoughtful letter from a professor that said college students were adults and should be treated as such, that the university shouldn’t play mommy and daddy, controlling what students say, how they say it, and how they dress.

Simultaneously, a privileged cupcake from the University of Missouri decided he needed some attention, so he went on a hunger strike, because he felt “unsafe.” A graduate student who spent the last several years at this university all of a sudden decided to starve himself in protest of some perceived racism he claimed he experienced.

Now, if I felt unsafe at the office or on campus where I was a student like Jonathan Butler claims he did from the first time he stepped foot on campus, I would have left. I would have transferred somewhere else, where I didn’t feel unwanted and unsafe. Apparently Butler decided he always felt unsafe, inspired by the Ferguson events. He spent his entire undergraduate life at Mizzou, and decided to continue his graduate work there. Despite feeling “unsafe” from his “first semester there.”

Butler’s publicity stunt inclickspired mass protests all over the campus, forcing the president and the chancellor of the university to resign. For what? Unsubstantiated claims about a poopstika (someone allegedly drew a swastika with their own feces in a residential hall. More unsubstantiated claims about the N-bomb being hurled, and yet more claims of racism off-campus, and it snowballed from there. The protests got more strident, more absurd, and even borderline violent when some communications instructor who oddly resembles Carrot Top accosted a student journalist.

Oh, and by the way, while both the president and chancellor of the school resigned over incidents they had nothing to do with and could not control, crazy eyes in that photo, simply issued an apology after threatening a student journalist and resigned a “courtesy appointment” at the journalism school. As far as I know, she still has her Communication Department job at Mizzou.

Meanwhile, a professor who refused to cancel an exam for Precious Snowflakes™ who felt “unsafe,” resigned after cowards called for his resignation. “I will be there, and there will be an exam administered in our class,” he said. “If you give into bullies, they win. The only way bullies are defeated is by standing up to them. If we cancel the exam, they win; if we go through with it, they lose. I know which side I am on. You make your own choice.”

Instead of standing up and exhibiting some intestinal fortitude, the vermin took to social media to insult and destroy the professor.

The student body president posted a false claim about KKK presence on campus and was forced to apologize. I would think the fact that the student body elected a gay, black man as its president pretty much invalidates claims of widespread racism and bigotry, as portrayed by the protests, especially as pervasive as these people claim, but hey, what the hell do I know. I’m apparently privileged as well, despite having grown up as an impoverished Jew, digging through other people’s trash for clothes and toys, unlike Jonathan Butler – the instigator of this hysteria – who grew up the kid of a railroad executive in Omaha, a multi-millionaire’s son, and the very portrait of the privilege he condemns.

And now, “inspired” by the crybabies at Yale and Mizzou, screeching for mommy and daddy university to make the world safe for them to sit around and suck their thumbs while those who have the temerity to bruise their fragile labia are deprived of their livelihoods and reputations, Students at Ithaca College in upstate New York held a solidarity walkout, demanding the resignation of President Tom Rochon, saying it was “vital to fight against both covert and overt racism in all places of education and empowerment” on social media.


The students said that several racially charged incidents have not been properly acknowledged by campus leadership, including an event last month where a prominent alumnus made racially insensitive remarks about another alumna at a public event.

It angered many students who said no one stepped in. President Rochon later addressed the issue in a statement, saying the college could not prevent the use of hurtful language on campus and could not promise that it would never host another speaker that might say something offensive.

The contagion has begun. Much like back at camp, these students are getting caught up in the mass hysteria. It’s a moral panic. As the Precious Snowflakes™ screech their own brand of arrogant entitlement, accusing anyone who stands in the way of their allegations of racism and discrimination, other campuses are following suit, manufacturing instances of racism and excoriating those who are perceived to oppose them.

Much like poor Gretta, who fell victim to the hysterical panic among her campers, America’s colleges and universities are being victimized by the students who are manufacturing outrage in order to be part of the herd. They’re feeding off one another and trying to out-clamor each other in a mad scramble to the ultimate prize of victimhood and the perception that they’re brave Davids fighting the mighty establishment Goliath!

Gretta’s campers were 10-11 year old kids. These are ostensibly adults – adults so unprepared to enter the world, they are demanding that colleges and universities coddle, soothe, and nurse them.

In fact, they’re whining, entitled, hysterical maggots.

They’re not heroes fighting for justice. They’re cowards who shrilly shout down anyone who dares to agree with them and dogpile the dissenters until they are forced to resign, destroying lives, reputations, and livelihoods in the process.

Is there anything more selfish and unjust?

UPDATE: Just got a report that the virus has spread to Virginia Commonwealth University. Because… solidarity. And diversity. So says the President of VCU and VCU Health.

This afternoon, a group of VCU students staged a demonstration on The Compass as a sign of support for African American students facing discrimination at the University of Missouri. About 200 people attended the rally, which was positive, peaceful, and appropriate for a university that values diversity, inclusion, and thoughtful action as tenets of a distinctive educational experience. As one of America’s premier research universities, our mission includes thinking about and acting to solve social problems, and I applaud these students for advancing that mission.

Thankfully, these demonstrations were peaceful and no drama took place.

We must always stand together as one VCU, with one mission: to advance the human experience for all people, through teaching, research, creativity, engagement, and care.

That is why I hope that this demonstration was not a singular event, but rather the beginning of a conversation about these critically important topics at VCU and around the nation. To help facilitate this discussion, and to help ensure that we are advancing our mission as well as we would like, I have scheduled a Presidential Forum on Diversity and Inclusion for 12 p.m., Wednesday, November 18 in the Student Commons – Richmond Salons 3 & 4. In addition to my comments, this forum will include senior members of my leadership team; student leaders; and members of our Board of Visitors, for whom diversity and inclusion remain paramount. If you cannot attend the forum, the event will be both livestreamed and live tweeted. Details on remote viewing will follow in the next day or two.

I know we can use this occasion for a candid and open dialogue and constructive engagement so that VCU will continue to be known around the nation as a university that embraces and values diversity and, not just tolerates it.

I do wonder what would happen if someone actually presented a diverse point of view that advocated quality of education and posited that a hospital and university that works to save human lives should focus primarily on quality, regardless of skin color or any other identity politics.

I wonder what would happen if someone stood up and told the group that “safe places,” identity politics, and triggers have no place in a learning environment.

Would that person get fired? Would they be bullied into an undeserved mea culpa if they had any hope of keeping their job?

The state of today’s academia is beyond repugnant.

Uber Douche Wants New Type of Hero


Why is it that every time I want to stop writing on the lunacy of the SJWs, some lunatic forces me back into the half-baked cage of SJW psychosis?

Perhaps it’s because that sewer is an inexhaustible circle jerk of cultural Marxist jackoffery that will never run out of deviants. Or maybe I have friends who love to see my head explode at the stoopid.

Take this pearl-clutching schizo Damien Walter who writes about all things weird. He’s supposedly a writer of speculative fiction or something. He’s got one book on Amazon that I can find, with five reviews – 40 percent of them shitty. He’s also a favorite chew toy of one of my favorite authors – the International Lord of Hate himself Larry Correia – who accurately assessed a while back that somewhere in Britain a village is missing its idiot.

In other words, you know that whatever this uber douche vomits will likely be borderline retarded and somewhat ponderous. And guess what! He doesn’t disappoint – if by “disappoint” we mean dash our expectations that something incredibly stupid will come out of that stagnating, gelatinous mass of goo the Guardian newspaper thinks is a brain. It is, in fact, that stupid.

Walter spends the first couple of paragraphs in his latest screed in a wistful rumination about Conan the Barbarian’s pecs… or was it Arnold Schwarzenegger’s pecs? Regardless… you know he’s going to attempt to transform Conan into an irrelevant relic of white, male patriarchy, because he begins the essay with a nostalgic disclaimer about his latent desire to rape and pillage. He really LUUUUURVES Conan, but…

…the macho white male is only the fantasy ideal for a minority. As Lisa Cron argues in her excellent Wired For Story, the power of story reaches far further than mere entertainment. Our brain thinks in stories, but when stories don’t reflect our lived experience and our sense of identity, our brain will often reject them.

So there’s this thing. It’s called imagination. When a story is well written, the imagination lights up with ideas, with desires, with joy, with experiences that come alive from the reading! As Meg Rosoff observed – and was excoriated for – good literature expands your mind. It doesn’t have the “job” of being a mirror. But Damien Walter, as all good little howler monkey troops must, toes the SJW party line.

Now, I will admit, I haven’t read Ms. Cron’s book, but here’s a partial description from Amazon.

The vast majority of writing advice focuses on “writing well” as if it were the same as telling a great story. This is exactly where many aspiring writers fail–they strive for beautiful metaphors, authentic dialogue, and interesting characters, losing sight of the one thing that every engaging story must do: ignite the brain’s hardwired desire to learn what happens next. When writers tap into the evolutionary purpose of story and electrify our curiosity, it triggers a delicious dopamine rush that tells us to pay attention. Without it, even the most perfect prose won’t hold anyone’s interest.
     Backed by recent breakthroughs in neuroscience as well as examples from novels, screenplays, and short stories, Wired for Story offers a revolutionary look at story as the brain experiences it. Each chapter zeroes in on an aspect of the brain, its corresponding revelation about story, and the way to apply it to your storytelling right now.

I’ve also read a few reviews on the Internet and some quotes from the book itself. It sounds interesting, and it’s apparently based on heavy research in neuroscience and psychology. What I’m not seeing is confirmation of Damien’s claim that “when stories don’t reflect our lived experience and our sense of identity, our brain will often reject them.”

Cron seems to be discussing storytelling from an evolutionary perspective. “Recent breakthroughs in neuroscience reveal that our brain is hardwired to respond to story; the pleasure we derive from a tale well told is nature’s way of seducing us into paying attention to it.”

Tale. Well. Told.

Not a mirror. Not message fiction. Tale well gold.

Do we want to see more trans-women secretaries as the ones taking down the bad guys?

Do we want to see more trans-women secretaries… sorry… executive assistants taking down the bad guys?

Damien, of course, twists this concept into tossing the old muscle-bound hero stereotypes in favor of less traditional heroes, such as… well… you guessed it – minorities, women, bureaucrats, homosexuals, transgendered individuals, logistics officers, and others that aren’t generally portrayed as heroic. Because muscly, violent men are out, and dull, tax auditor-types are in (and it would be great if they were women and gay too!)

Hercules is out. Here comes Pajama Boy!

Forget Superman. Let’s see more HR specialists.

Red Sonja the tax auditor.


No thanks.

Damien apparently compensates for his lack of testicular fortitude and barely hidden, slithering envy of strong, masculine archetypes by projecting his inability to relate to fun, masculine heroes onto others.

Seth Dickinson is one of a growing movement of fantasy authors re-engineering older stories for readers who don’t see themselves reflected in Conan, Frodo Baggins or Luke Skywalker. The Traitor Baru Cormorant begins with one of fantasy’s most famous tropes, the hero’s tribe are conquered by an oppressive empire, and he must take revenge. Or, as in the case of Ms Cormorant, she. And how will Baru Cormorant bring down the empire that murdered one of her two fathers? By learning to swing a sword? No! But by becoming a civil servant.

Translation: I’m bland and unimaginative, and I can’t relate to burly, powerful heroes. Solution? Make heroes bland and unimaginative, and invent fun things for them to do, like… you know… keep inventory, run budget meetings, coordinate on EEO policies, and all that. And if she fails at this task, the world as she knows it will end! I also note the worship of worthless bureaucracy that seems to be present in many progtard circles is oozing into what these tools consider literature.

There’s a clear logic to the conceit at the heart of Dickinson’s novel. Lone barbarians, however ripped, don’t defeat armies. But politicians and bureaucrats can wield the power to topple empires.

Except politicians and bureaucrats aren’t fun storytelling; they mostly sit around, tap their computer keys, and bloviate a lot. And while scheming is interesting, it’s the execution, the action, the actual toppling of empires that keeps us reading. Remember that good storytelling thing Lisa Cron talks about?

Baru Cormorant is a woman, from a conquered people, who discovers she is attracted to other women, trapped in an empire that kills her kind.

I’m shocked. Damien loves the abused lesbian victim.

Her only chance to survive is to learn the Masquerade of lies and deception that power the empire, and beat it at its own game. Dickinson’s novel arguably pursues the same strategy as its protagonist, imitating the genre it seeks to subvert, and perhaps one day, topple.

You know… learning to subvert the enemy is fine, but what are you going to do with it? That’s where that storytelling comes in. Learning is fine. Filling out logistics forms incorrectly, not so much.

I also love how Damien immediately projects his own desire to topple what he apparently can’t match in intellectual, and I’d be willing to bet, physical prowess, onto Seth Dickinson. Apparently writing a novel about a lesbian bureaucrat taking on the system = wanting to destroy other types of heroes. It’s either/or in Damien’s world. Seth Dickinson’s heroine apparently cannot coexist with the strong, masculine hero types out there! There’s only room in this world for one or the other. It’s so typical of the SJW mentality: if it doesn’t agree with you, destroy it!

Additionally, as you will see shortly, Damien’s reference to Cron’s ideas on storytelling is a ruse meant to provide his idiotic claims with a glossy veneer of legitimacy. He doesn’t give a flying rat’s fuck about quality and storytelling, and he admits it.

Dickinson’s re-engineering of the heroic fantasy genre is not entirely successful. The Traitor Baru Cormorant has neither the heart stirring adventure of a heroic fantasy, or the political depth of a Wolf Hall. But in a field where too many writers simply retell the same old stories, Dickinson’s originality and ambition are to be applauded, even when he doesn’t quite manage to meet the narrative engineering challenges he has set in himself.

Here you have it, boys and girls. There’s no heart. There’s no stirring adventure. There’s no political depth. But see… Dickinson is original, because he wrote a book about a lesbian in a world where gays are apparently killed (’cause that’s never been done before; see: Iran, Saudi Arabia, Yemen, Sudan, etc.), so that makes it all good.

Walter then heaps drooling praise on authors such as Michael Moorcock, Kate Elliott, and NK Jemisin for being oh-so-progressive, as if progress is somehow limited to writing disadvantaged minorities one has unearthed from the proglodyte-approved the Victim-of-the-Month club.

The fantasy genre has always contained a progressive streak. From Angela Carter and Michael Moorcock to China Mieville and Kate Elliot, writers have re-engineered older narratives for audiences who don’t share the traditional values of Howard or Tolkien. But as the values of our society shift, those writers are creating the new mainstream of the genre. NK Jemisin’s Hundred Thousand Kingdoms, Ken Liu’s The Grace of Kings and Ilana C Myer’s Last Song Before Night, among many others, joy in re-engineering the traditional fantasy narrative to create new kinds of story.

Notice once again, there’s nothing here about good storytelling, which he spent some time telling us was oh-so-critical by citing Lisa Cron. The only thing that matters is the renunciation of traditional values and characters. Not the story.

The story is what sells the book. The story is what keeps our brain hanging on, according to the same author whose writing he twists to support his ridiculous theories. The story is what matters. It keeps us readers turning the pages. It keeps our imaginations engaged, our emotions burning, and our loyalties to the author whose work gives us such joy! It certainly doesn’t matter to us, the readers, whether the author has checked a gay/trans/black/purple/queer box on some imbecilic conformist checklist.

But to Damien… Oh no! HIS story can’t be allowed to stand!

“See, this is the thing about history. His story. That’s all it is. The Old Man’s version of events, which basically the rest of us are supposed to accept as the undisputed truth. Well, call me cynical, but I’ve never been one to take things on trust, and I happen to know that history is nothing but spin and metaphor, which is what all yarns are made up of, when you strip them down to the underlay. And what makes a hit or a myth, of course, is how that story is told, and by whom.”

Cynical? No, this festering yambag is not cynical. He’s filled with that trademark progtard arrogant self-loathing that he projects onto innocent authors, who don’t conform to his version of those deserving of literary success, of those worthy enough to be read with heart and soul! Because in his freakish vision of literature, the hero is not strong, exciting, attractive, or entertaining. It’s a cranky cockroach, sitting behind a computer, filling out forms, and creating bureaucratic hurdles for those who want to actually do something, sullenly plotting the destruction of those it sniffily thinks have dominated long enough – Walters’ own little euphemism for the evil, patriarchal literary world he seeks to destroy and infest with puny, tedious pseudo heroes, whose mediocrity is the “virtue” he seeks to promote.

Perhaps that’s why this sniveling dick weasel can’t seem to write a novel without financial support from the government.

The Unbearable Racism of Social Justice Warrior Jerks


Anyone who has read this blog for any amount of time knows how I feel about racism. It is the most primitive, irrational, repugnant version of collectivist pseudo-thought that I can possibly imagine. It allows pathetic, brainless mediocrities to glom onto one another and find a delusion of strength in numbers. (Thanks, Internet!) They have no ability to achieve individually, so they gather in groups to castigate and victimize others based on the one thing their enemies cannot control – their race. They have no other recourse. They put others down based on skin color, because they don’t have enough intellect and rational thought to constructively critique them in any other way.

A few months ago a halfwit named K. Tempest Bradford issued a reading challenge to her frothing pack of acolytes: stop reading works by straight, white, cis males for one year. Anyone with an IQ of room temperature or higher can see the racist principles pervasive in such a challenge. Don’t read works based on their content. Don’t read them for plot, characterization, or quality of writing. Shun writers based on the melanin content in their skin and their sexual identity – but only the identity that this puffed up SJW wacko approves of. Because anything else is WRONGTHOUGHT.

Larry Correia did a hilarious fisk of Tempest’s nuttery in February, so please do go read it. It’s a joy to behold.

But if you think the SJW cranks learned something from the ridicule, you’d be wrong.

Recently, a young adult author named Meg Rosoff had the unmitigated temerity to claim that good literature should expand your mind, that it doesn’t have to be a “mirror” for whatever Special Snowflakitude you claim, but rather expand your horizons and teach you about the world.

For this unspeakable WRONGTHINK, the SJW loons have begun to congeal into one, large, racist barrage of fruitcakery, condemning Ms. Rosoff for her views, which are – according to their demented doctrine – are wrong because of her WRONGCOLOR!

The most obvious is a screeching screed at Bibliodaze entitled, “The Unbearable Whiteness of Meg Rosoff: a Dissection.” Again I call on those with above room temperature IQ to pay close attention to the title of this article. The shrill, squealing siren call to shun Ms. Rosoff also includes the usual catchwords, such as “privilege,” “safe space,” and “diversity,” as well as the usual accusation of “bigotry,” which really is the ad hominem fallback of any empty-headed, sniveling, perpetually-offended halfwit, who doesn’t have the intellectual fortitude to hold its own in a disagreement.

In the process, this quivering-lipped SJW lectures us about how Ms. Rosoff is apparently not entitled to her opinion on the mission of YA literature, because all literature doesn’t matter!

“Books are to teach kids about the world, about being different or being brave. I really hate this idea that we need agendas in books. A great book has a philosophical, spiritual, intellectual agenda that speaks to many people – not just gay black boys. I’m sorry, but write a pamphlet about it. That’s not what books are for.” [says Ms. Rosoff]

This, is the literary equivalent of ‘All Lives Matter’.

Rosoff posits a definition of a book’s aim, and directly opposes that aim with the notion of fair and inclusive representation. The message is clear – cishet white stories are ‘universal’; everything else is an ‘agenda’. A picture book about a queer black boy cannot possess the ‘philosophical, spiritual, intellectual’ capacity needed to speak to ‘many people’. This is the crooked reasoning that sees Roland Emmerich whitewashStonewall to appeal to a wider audience (and fail). It’s a false view of the world, one steeped in privilege, that sees the very existence of someone unlike yourself as being inherently agenda driven, and one you never need to understand. A queer black boy doesn’t get to have the same fantastical escape through literature that a straight white boy does because the industry still sees him as a niche interest more akin to a political ping-pong ball than a worthy demographic. This insidious train of thought is racist, ignorant and rooted in ignorant lies about our world and the people who populate it. There’s no place for it in publishing, and the Rosoffs of the industry would do well to listen to those actively trying to change it.

Because apparently, according to this shrew, the only way queer, black boys can escape into the wondrous worlds of literature is through mirror images of themselves, not through great storytelling, no matter who tells it! And if you think that “white” stories are anything but “white” stories, well then you’re a privileged racist. If you believe literature should be for everyone, no matter what color the writer or the main characters are, then you’re an insensitive lout, who doesn’t deserve consideration or respect. If you insist on a world as it should be – judged by the content of its character, rather than the content of the melanin in its skin or its social identity – you’re a disgusting bigot.

The absolute twisted derangement of this pseudo-logic is mind-boggling. If you refuse to judge others by something as superficial as skin color or sexual identity, you’re a bigot. Orwell is probably spinning in his grave so hard, he’s spiraled his way to the earth’s core by now!

What is this hoopla about?

You see, there’s this book by Myles E. Johnson called “Large Fears” that tells the tale of a marginalized child – a boy whose favorite color is pink – who wants to escape to Mars, harboring a belief that he will be more accepted there, because he’s not treated well by his classmates. I haven’t read this book, so I have no idea whether it’s good or not. If I had read this book, I would judge it by its content alone. Is the plot interesting? Are the characters engaging? Is the book well-written and readable?

Well, apparently, that’s just horrible WRONGTHINK, according to a blogger, who thinks that if one judges a book by its content and not by its social message, they must hate diversity and want to somehow marginalize queer, black boys.


Yeah, that left me scratching my head.

Worse yet, because Ms. Rosoff apparently doesn’t think that books need to pound the reader over the head with a social justice message and because she disagrees that one doesn’t need a literary mirror to expand one’s mind and experience the joys of the stories one reads, she’s wrong – not because of any logical, rational reason, but because she’s white.

As stated on her website, “Meg Rosoff is the multi-award winning author of How I Live Now, Just In Case, What I Was, The Bride’s Farewell, There Is No Dog, Moose Baby and Picture Me Gone.” Let me add that she’s White.

Well, gosh! That just invalidates any opinion she may have that doesn’t toe the SJW line of victimhood and oppression!

“That’s not what books are for.” Queer black boys are not what books are for, says she.

Actually, that’s not what Ms. Rosoff said at all, as illustrated by the screen shot of her actual response to this book. Anyone with reading comprehension skills greater than that of a stoned hamster can see Ms. Rosoff said no such thing.


What she said, for the reading comprehension-challenged, is that books do not have the job of being a mirror, but rather they should expand kids’ minds. No, she certainly did not say, nor did she imply, that books are not for queer, black boys, but rather that literature should be for many people.

But you forget – that’s WRONGTHINK, and you’re a racist for thinking otherwise! Apparently, if you hold the view that books should be for everyone, you’re a racist. If you believe that the 2 percent of males and 3 percent of females who identified as “queer” in a Gay/Lesbian Consumer Online Census need an agenda to enjoy literature, you’re a bigot. Oh, and by the way, if you’re guilty of WRONGTHINK, it must be because you’re white, and by virtue of that unfortunate trait, a bigot.

That is really the only weapon they wield against you, because as much as they try to paint the world as a narrow-minded hive of bigots that victimizes their poor, inadequate selves by refusing to give them a pass on creating quality because of their self-assessed suffering, the world is, in fact, hurtling toward ruthless equality, and they’re simply not prepared for it. They don’t want actual fairness, because they feel woefully inadequate in that even playing field. So they wield the twisted sword of “social justice,” demanding special dispensation for whatever it is they deem to be their particular weakness, painting their ugly wounds and mediocrities as virtues, rather than working to overcome them, while pushing those who are “privileged” enough to not bare their oozing sores to the world into a marginalized role.

This, of course, will never fly with the perpetually-offended progressive self-loathers, whose only goal is to be accepted by the social justice “cool kids,” and since they haven’t figured out a way to parlay their life experiences into suffering and victimhood, the only thing they can hope to do is highlight their alleged “privilege,” apologize for not having suffered enough, and grovel at the feet of those who proclaim their perceived suffering as a virtue in order to bask in their misery and perhaps, if they’re “lucky,” have some of that oozing pus rub off on them.

My prediction is that they will dogpile on Ms. Rosoff and bully her into issuing a mea culpa in order to save her career and reputation from ruin. They will yell about her alleged “bigotry and racism” until she buckles under their condemnations.

I have not read any of Ms. Rosoff’s books, but I plan to. If the racist social justice warrior jerks can recommend reading books based only on race, sexual identity, and gender, I can recommend authors based on what they believe literature should be: inclusive, mind-expanding, joyous, spiritual, beautiful, and intellectual – without consideration to race or anything else that doesn’t have anything to do with the joy of reading!

Social Justice Warriors Take on the Sombrero


What, you think I’m kidding?

Nah, folks. Luckily this isn’t taking place in the United States, but rather at the University of East Anglia in the (formerly) Great Britain. Although if you think that America’s SJWs won’t be looking to this example to end cultural appropriation, white privilege, cisnormativegender… something… I have no idea, let me disabuse you of that notion at once. Just think about the current discussion here in the United States about whether or not braids represent “cultural appropriation.”

But back to the University of East Anglia, where the student union has banned students from getting free sombreros from a local Tex Mex joint.

The University of East Anglia student union officials even took the big floppy hats from students at the Freshers’ Fair, because non-Mexicans wearing the traditional item of headwear could be seen as offensive, according to a new initiative.

The Union has stated that the handing out of sombreros breached a key advertising policy which was sent to all stallholders before the event, prohibiting any use of stereotypical imagery in advertising.

Because sombreros are considered not only racist, but “cultural appropriation.”

It’s OK. I’ll wait until you pick your jaw up off the floor. Here’s a comedic interlude while you do so.


Done? Good.

Next up, we will have DNA tests to prove you’re really German before we allow you to wear the lederhosen, mein freund. There’s a reason why now has that mouth swab thingy you can send in to find out what your DNA says about you! We wouldn’t want you to be culturally insensitive, now would be?

Screw diversity. Screw getting acquainted with and celebrating other cultures. Screw joy. You’re not allowed, you white, privileged racist.

Oh, and by the way the British Mexican Society backed the Tex-Mex eatery for giving away the free hats. The Mexican group dedicated to promoting the Latin American country’s cultural heritage praised Pedros for giving out the free sombreros. “We are delighted to learn that there is a Mexican restaurant in Norwich and hope that they would like to join us to become members of the British Mexican Society,” they said.

The douche pickle trying to whitesplain the contrived outrage is Campaigns and Democracy officer Chris Jarvis, who is quite obviously not Mexican, but is offended on their behalf anyway.

Chris Jarvis BANNER

“We know that when it comes to cultural appropriation the issues can sometimes be difficult to understand and many don’t realise that they may be about to cause offence or break a policy.”

Well thanks for the palesplanation, ass goblin. We’re so glad we have you to explain the outrage on those poor, uneducated Mexicans’ behalf!

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