Guest Post by Kurt Schlichter
The left has a fraught relationship with freedom, in that they are against it except when it comes to bizarre perversions and transgressive nonsense designed to blow your bourgeois mind. Free speech, a free press, the right to worship as you see fit – these are frustrating obstacles to their power. They insist on pretending they support these things, and they are willing to infringe upon any of your freedoms to do it.
I recently mocked them with a Schiff-disturbing Twitter thread demonstrating what it might look like if the right imposed a cracked mirror-image set of left’s dream policies upon them for a change, and boy, did the “fascist” and “Nazi” tweets fly from the 12-follower bots, the third-tier 1,200-follower blue checks, and the invertebrate sissies of Never Trump like Frank “Lumpy” Luntz. My favorite fulmination came from the Bulwark’s Charlie Sykes, who took a break from failing at marriage, radio, and publishing to demonstrate the kind of integrity for which he is renown among no one to cite only the provocative early tweets and not the one that essentially said, “See, you wouldn’t like this, so don’t do it,” thereby evading the point in service of his lame posturing for all his fans. Both of them.
But after his lib-curious cruise ship brochure’s utter humiliation by Mike Rowe last week, I guess he had to do something to distract, no matter how cheesy.
There’s an important lesson here for when the fake outrage weenies try to swarm you on social media. Never apologize, never explain, always mock. They suck, and they are nobodies. Why bother pointing out an obvious provocation when they already know what it is and are simply pretending not to, or when they are too dumb to understand it in the first place? Go back at them – they will inevitably prove your point when you are living in their pointed little heads.
And here’s a pro tip for the fussy boys of Twitter: You already libel us as “Nazis” and “fascists” – which is weird because we aren’t socialists, national or otherwise – so it’s not like you doing it with even higher-pitched shrieks than usual is going to make it more compelling or get us to care. Nor is it a particularly persuasive flex to somehow assert that a bunch of proposals which a dozen years of my columns oppose are actually proposals that I really support, and that I could not possibly be mocking the pinkos, and that I somehow inadvertently let slip out some sort of inner Mussolini and only tacky blue checks are clever enough to detect the hidden truth. Again, we have the continuing liberal dilemma: Are they dumb, or do they merely think that the people listening to them are dumb?
But I did mix in some plausible initiatives among the outrageous ones. The lines about increasing our carbon footprint and deporting all illegal aliens – yeah, those are good ideas.
In the end, holding up the mirror to these saps had exactly the effect that I sought to achieve – these dorks are so easy to play. Utterly without even the self-awareness to hide their Stalinist aspirations, they demonstrated that they were fine with those authoritarian tactics, just not with those particular objectives. The thread’s modest proposals included banning Marxism, control of social media, and punishing dissenters. Their response was that I should be banned, that social media should toss me off, that I should lose my job, and that I should be reported to the cops. A bunch of freedom advocates reported me to Twitter, so I got a flurry of those “German law” notices. Basically, their view is that suppressing rights is not inherently bad. It’s only bad if done to them. When done to us, it’s a moral imperative.
And the amusing part of this is that they somehow think this kind of double standard is sustainable. The point of the thread was lost on them, of course, because – again – they either won’t see it or are too dumb to. You cannot launch a campaign to impose your wish list of societal pathologies on the other half of the population and think that if you lose, we all just revert back to the status quo without consequences. When you change the rules, you change the rules. There’s no, “Oh, never mind.” If you foolishly put authoritarianism on the table, you may find yourself on the menu.
The increasingly authoritarian left seeks to impose its cultural insanity upon us through soft power and by exploiting the tendency of people to go along for a while as if nothing has fundamentally changed. But that frog-boiling paradigm only lasts for a while – eventually a critical mass of patriots will get woke, and if you look at packed school board meetings around the country and the support for guys like Ron DeSantis, you see that the backlash has already started. It will grow. And the country will change, not necessarily for the better. Human nature is such that there’s no just reverting back to the former state of affairs after a full-frontal assault on the other half of the country. “Oh well, we tried. Back to normal until the next time we try to remake society into our manic pixie dream socialist utopia,” imagines the left.
No. That’s not how human nature – which, contrary to socialist fantasy, is a thing – works. When you open the door to tactics that our norms and customs once forbade – like silencing people’s ability to dissent – do you really think you’ll be able to slam it shut again when the New Rules become inconvenient?
That’s the true danger of the establishment’s urge to oppress – it will normalize their authoritarian tactics. I’m worried about leftist authoritarianism, but I am also concerned about the reaction to it getting carried away. Many times in this column, I’ve observed that Donald Trump was not our last chance; he was theirs, and they did not take it. They refused to see the right half of the country’s perspective, mostly because their neo-Marxian religion has condemned us as evil and unworthy of regard. Boy, that’s dumb, and dangerous.
Now, pistol to my head, I’d choose our authoritarianism over their authoritarianism, but I’d prefer no pistol to my head and no authoritarianism at all. I liked how things were before the New Rules. The problem, as my thread and the libs’ illuminating reaction to it demonstrated brilliantly, is that the other side is taking “No authoritarianism” off the table. And that’s quite a roll of the dice for the side without the guns.
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There is a legend about the day of our nation’s birth in the little hall in Philadelphia, a day on which debate had raged for hours. The men gathered there were honorable men hard-pressed by a king who had flouted the very laws they were willing to obey. Even so, to sign the Declaration of Independence was such an irretrievable act that the walls resounded with the words “treason, the gallows, the headsman’s ax,” and the issue remained in doubt.
The legend says that at that point a man rose and spoke. He is described as not a young man, but one who had to summon all his energy for an impassioned plea……
“Gibbet? They may stretch our necks on all the gibbets in the land – they may turn every rock into a scaffold–every tree into a gallows, every home into a grave, and yet the words on that Parchment can never die!
“They may pour our blood on a thousand scaffolds, and yet from every drop that dyes the axe, or drips on the sawdust of the block, a new martyr to Freedom will spring into birth!
“The British King may blot out the Stars of God from His sky, but he cannot blot out His words written on the Parchment there! The works of God may perish – His Word, never!
“These words will go forth to the world when our bones are dust. To the slave in the mines they will speak – hope – to the mechanic in his workshop – freedom – to the coward-kings these words will speak, but not in tones of flattery. No, no! They will speak like the flaming syllables on Belshazzar’s wall –
THE DAYS OF YOUR PRIDE AND GLORY ARE NUMBERED!
THE DAYS OF JUDGMENT AND REVOLUTION DRAW NEAR!
“Yes, that Parchment will speak to the Kings in a language sad and terrible as the trump of the Archangel. You have trampled on mankind long enough. At last the voice of human woe has pierced the ear of God, and called His Judgment down! You have waded on to thrones over seas of blood – you have trampled on to power over the necks of millions–you have turned the poor man’s sweat and blood into robes for your delicate forms, into crowns for your anointed brows. Now Kings – now purpled Hangmen of the world – for you come the days of axes and gibbets and scaffolds – for you the wrath of man–for you the lightnings of God! –
“Look! How the light of your palaces on fire flashes up into the midnight sky!
“Now Purpled Hangmen of the world – turn and beg for mercy!
“Where will you find it?
“Not from God, for you have blasphemed His laws!
“Not from the People, for you stand baptized in their blood!
“Here you turn, and lo! a gibbet!
“There – and a scaffold looks you in the face.
“All around you – death – and nowhere pity!
“Now executioners of the human race, kneel down, yes, kneel down upon the sawdust of the scaffold – lay your perfumed heads upon the block – bless the axe as it falls – the axe that you sharpened for the poor man’s neck!
“Such is the message of that Declaration to Man, to the Kings of the world! And shall we falter now? And shall we start back appalled when our feet press the very threshold of Freedom? Do I see quailing faces around me, when our wives have been butchered – when the hearthstones of our land are red with the blood of little children?
“What are these shrinking hearts and faltering voices here, when the very Dead of our battlefields arise, and call upon us to sign that Parchment, or be accursed forever?
“Sign! if the next moment the gibbet’s rope is round your neck! Sign! if the next moment this hall rings with the echo of the falling axe! Sign! By all your hopes in life or death, as husbands – as fathers – as men – sign your names to the Parchment or be accursed forever!
“Sign – and not only for yourselves, but for all ages. For that Parchment will be the Text-book of Freedom – the Bible of the Rights of Man forever!
“Sign – for that declaration will go forth to American hearts forever, and speak to those hearts like the voice of God! And its work will not be done, until throughout this wide Continent not a single inch of ground owns the sway of a British King!
“Nay, do not start and whisper with surprise! It is a truth, your own hearts witness it, God proclaims it. – This Continent is the property of a free people, and their property alone. God, I say, proclaims it!
“Look at this strange history of a band of exiles and outcasts, suddenly transformed into a people – look at this wonderful Exodus of the oppressed of the Old World into the New, where they came, weak in arms but mighty in Godlike faith – nay, look at this history of your Bunker Hill – your Lexington – where a band of plain farmers mocked and trampled down the panoply of British arms, and then tell me, if you can, that God has not given America to the free?
“It is not given to our poor human intellect to climb the skies, to pierce the councils of the Almighty One. But methinks I stand among the awful clouds which veil the brightness of Jehovah’s throne. Methinks I see the Recording Angel – pale as an angel is pale, weeping as an angel can weep–come trembling up to that Throne, and speak his dread message –
“Father! the old world is baptized in blood! Father, it is drenched with the blood of millions, butchered in war, in persecution, in slow and grinding oppression! Father – look, with one glance of Thine Eternal eye, look over Europe, Asia, Africa, and behold evermore, that terrible sight, man trodden down beneath the oppressor’s feet – nations lost in blood – Murder and Superstition walking hand in hand over the graves of their victims, and not a single voice to whisper, “Hope to Man!”‘
“He stands there, the Angel, his hands trembling with the black record of human guilt. But hark! The voice of Jehovah speaks out from the awful cloud –
Let there be light again. Let there be a New World. Tell my people – the poor – the trodden down millions, to go out from the Old World. Tell them to go out from wrong, oppression and blood – tell them to go out from this Old World – to build my altar in the New!’You are free!’”“As God lives, my friends, I believe that to be his voice! Yes, were my soul trembling on the wing for Eternity, were this hand freezing in death, were this voice choking with the last struggle, I would still, with the last impulse of that soul, with the last wave of that hand, with the last gasp of that voice, implore you to remember this truth – God has given America to the free!
“Yes, as I sank down into the gloomy shadows of the grave, with my last gasp, I would beg you to sign that Parchment, in the name of the God, who made the Saviour who redeemed you – in the name of the millions whose very breath is now hushed in intense expectation, as they look up to you for the awful words –
– Count St Germaine.
George Washington and Benjamin Franklin knew him as “The Professor”
Auntie is moved by such powerful words. Thank you.
Awesome in the true meaning of the word.
That evokes awe.
Good read. Be careful of what you ask for. You may get it. I know that I’m out of patience with this BS.
The cool thing about Schlichter is you only have to read a sentence or two to know the rest is full of shit.
Tucker has listed the 19 Repo senators who voted for the latest trillion-dollar abomination to get passed. It’s the usual gang of assholes, Graham, Romney, Cassidy, etc. Apparently, Tucker is encouraging the idiots who voted them in to replace them. He, like Schlichter doesn’t understand their replacements would be even smellier assholes.
The systems is working the way it’s designed to work.
Sphincter’s still in praise of “wokeness”
For some, like Sphincter, cognitive dissonance has no cure.
Exactly. For instance, the proper response to an unfounded “you’re a racist!” comment isn’t a terrified denial and attempted refutation of the accusation. It’s a punch directly to the accuser’s face. They know why.
Or, conversely, “Can be. What about it scumbag?”
(Auntie doesn’t like to hurt the hands and so is quite prepared to defend that position in a non-verbal, kinetic mode should that hypothetical occur.)
The important thing is to go up against them as individuals, and lose – rather than work together against them, and win. The Jews on TV told me so.
The one freedom they all uniformly hate is the freedom to bear arms.
Any wonder why?
This puts power in the hands of the individual and against the state.
Scratch a “liberal” or “progressive” and just beneath you will find a goose-stepping
murderous fanatic fascist who will happily kill or enslave you without a shred of remorse.