It *IS* the Culture War, Stupid!
Or, “Why I like to lick the boots of powerful men”
I don’t like working out, so I want to be born with strong arms, and I want to use those strong arms to punch you in the face.
Woke-ism, if nothing else, and it is certainly much more, is about wresting control from patriarchal infrastructure and giving it back to the real humans that happen to exist inside that framework.
At worst, the white male American will have his volume turned down, and he will have to rely on the fidelity and merit of his own ideas and self-forged identity. Mother-fucking horror, no?
So, while defending against “cancel-culture” has always been in the Western white male mantra, the raw crudeness of its current invasion into the political sphere is, to male-coin a term from Hillary’s pantsuit pocket: deplorable.
So yes, the disrespectful diminishment of the male voice is the greatest enemy. Voice is access to power, and power, in its current frame, is dominion over others, both in perception and channeling of available resources.
Confederate Freddy correctly recognizes this as a threat to his wife and child rod-unsparing way of life. It may not be perfect, but it gets the job done, and I get to go to N.A.S.C.A.R. — the most complicated thing I ever spellt! — whenever I want.
I mention TRUMP! I mention PUTIN! I mention MUSK! I mention PETERSON!— any name-dropping I can do to try to cling to the fraying fringe of a royal coattail for just a few minutes more.
Look at me, goddammit!
Look at my pathos, how desperate and decidedly weak I am. And how much I desire to hurt others upon pain of being dragged through this mud.
No one on that conservative ship of fools is decent any longer, they are pathetic. And they would let their pathetic drives become our American pathos and ultimately a species-wide pathos of continued violence in an autocratic nightmare just for the chance to hold onto this slimming fragment of dominion over others.
But I helped put them there. I mention names incessantly, my own and others. To demonstrate alignment, to show appreciation, and to, yes, of course also, god yes, to be heard amidst the louder trumpeting of their messaging.
But that part of me sucks.
But a wise person once said:
Fool me once, shame on you.
Fool me twice,
oh, go on, you flatterer…