I Just Can’t…
I tried. I really tried to imagine someone I didn’t know personally, but strongly disagreed with [politically]. Then I tried to imagine gloating over their murder, and I just couldn’t do it. I can’t understand why people, the left in particular, think it’s socially acceptable to celebrate the murder of a political opponent, guilty only of having a difference of opinion.
I didn’t particularly like Charlie Kirk. His videos always felt like he was punching down. He went to campuses, and engaged over-educated, Adoral-addled retards, then posting these interlocutional encounters on YouBoob with masturclickbator titles like, “CHARLIE KIRK DESTOOOOOOYS SOME DUMB A$$HOLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11”
These fuckers didn’t stand a chance – he knew their arguments better than they did… But what they lacked in debating skills and intellect, they made up for in sheer numbers. It takes a lot of balls to face down a crowd of hostile ideologues – ask me how I know? This might be why I have such a strong distrust and hatred of large gatherings…
It’s a Different World Now
I feel fortunate that I was an adult before social media became a thing. I think back to the most embarrassing moments in my young life, and feel very fortunate that none of them were immortalized on the internet… I’m further grateful that I can distinguish between internet memes and reality, but many young people today can’t. To them, the morality of murder depends solely on the ethnicity and sexual orientations of those involved – traits I couldn’t give two shits about…
“…you know that color does not matter to me. I want to know other things about a man. Is his word good? Does he meet his obligations? Does he do honest work? Is he brave? Will he stand up and be counted?” – Robert Heinlein, Farnham’s Freehold (1964)
Color doesn’t matter to me, either. It can’t! I’m a fucken half-breed myself, and don’t fit in anywhere! An unrepentant, life-long misfit who has finally reached an age and level of success where I proudly extend my middle finger and proclaim a cathartic, “Fuck you!” to people who bother me. But I don’t want to change them, and I don’t demand that anyone think the way I do, or believe what I believe, and would certainly never murder someone for voicing a contrary view!
It’s early days yet, and from what I’ve read, the asshole who did this used a Mauser 18 Savanna, chambered in .30-06. The irony is that the shooter, who is purportedly ‘anti-fascist’, would choose a modern Mauser rifle. Yep! The same manufacturer who armed the Third Reich… Then again, the world has never been short on walking contradictions…
“I’m a man without conviction.
I’m a man who doesn’t know –
How to sell a contradiction.
You come and go, you come and go.”
– Culture Club, Karma Chameleon (1983)
Resilience
After moping around the Tree of Woe for a few days, I’ve come to the conclusion that what these Stalinistic shit-heels lack is resilience – their fragile little egos can’t stand to be disagreed with, and believe that the world must change to suit them. I know better – the world is what it is, and before you can change it, you have to understand it, and perhaps I never will… This is why I’ve elected instead to carve out my little nook and live content in my own life and leave everyone else the hell alone to live theirs…
Idle Hands
I had lunch today with some old college buddies. Our politics run the gamut from moderate left to moderate right, and everything in between. But through all of this, we found humor and camaraderie in the Library and the pub down the road. We drank to the solemn memories of those who passed, and to bright futures we dreamt of all those years ago, just now coming to fruition.
I never understood the phrase “Idle hands are the Devil’s workshop” until now, or the more modern turn of phrase “unemployed behavior.”
It seems to me that many of the World’s sorrows are sewn by those who have nothing better to do…
“If your heart is good and weary,
Thank the Lord that you’re not a bum!
You got a job, and you’re not a bum!
You’re in love, and you’re not a bum!
But you could be,
Pretty quickly,
You could easily become a bum!
If your money flies way,
If you lose part of your brain!
But you’ve not lost everything now,
So go ahead and stand up tall and be proud!”
– “The Real” Brad Neely, America Now – Topic: Morale (2009)
I’ve been out of work before. There have been times in my life when I didn’t have a place to stay and didn’t know where my next meal would come from. I’ve excavated dirt by hand and hauled concrete for $6.00 an hour. I’ve waited tables and washed dishes. I’ve called strangers on the phone and talked them into changing their long-distance phone plans (remember when that was a thing?), and sold timeshare pitches disguised as inexpensive minivacations…
Eventually, I took the plunge and borrowed a metric ass-load of money for school, and spent it on an education from a vocational school as a working adult in my mid-20s. I never had the ‘college’ experience with dorms, parties, and so on… Likewise, no one ever came to my school to debate anyone – the most excitement we ever had was a Library employee who no-showed on his third week, and we had to escort his drug dealers off campus when they came to pick up his check #TrueStory.
But it kept me busy! At first, I worked part-time at the Library, which was enough to cover insurance and gas money. Then I landed an internship. The semester before graduation, I was hired full-time to work overnight at a major telco, troubleshooting connectivity issues on enterprise circuits.
Point being, I was always too goddamn busy to get into trouble! I didn’t have time to sit around, getting my dick sucked by a tranny in a furry costume while plotting to ‘unalive’ (as the young people say) my political rivals on Discord…
Besides, Jim never did make good on his threat to ship me a helper primate, although sending me a Thai Ladyboy dressed up as one would have tracked with his sense of humor…
If You Can’t Say Anything Nice…
As I write this, a couple of contractors are redoing my guest bathroom. One of them has made some offhand remarks about “the crazy guy in the white house.”
This didn’t upset me, and I only mention it to illustrate a point: The difference between the side I sympathize with and the one that murdered Charlie is that the latter would have…
- Fired him on the spot
- Accused him of being a Nazi and/or Fascist
- Taken to social media to dox/publicly shame him/get him ‘cancelled’
- Maybe even assaulted him (because it’s okay to punch Nazis)
- Nazis are anyone you happen to disagree with at a given moment…
The prior (like me) would have ignored the comment (as I did). I don’t have to like what he said, and certainly don’t have to agree with it, but I do hold sacred his right to say it. I don’t agree with his opinions, but many others do, and for all I know, maybe I’m the asshole?
Left or Wright?
The other day, I found a cartoon created by Colin Wright to describe his experience as a “center-left liberal”:

This mirrors my experience, and the irony isn’t lost on me… I have a feeling things will get worse before they get better, but I sure hope they get better in my lifetime… If not, well, I suppose I’m used to my hermetic lifestyle!
















