Guest Post by Ol’ Remus
The New York City press, aware of their stair-stepping down to oblivion if nothing else, has chosen to draw out the embarrassment to themselves and the city by publicly offing itself by degrees.
Joe Briggs at Taki’s Magazine, in his memorable essay “I Guess I’m an Angry White Man”, cites the New Yorker’s mental collapse when Trump was elected:
David Remnick, the very white editor of The New Yorker, also went berserk in print, calling the election a “sickening event” and a “tragedy for the American republic” that was caused by “xenophobia” and “white supremacy,” “a triumph for the forces, at home and abroad, of nativism, authoritarianism, misogyny, and racism.” Angry White Men in the swing states rose up like villagers with torches and lynched the rightful heir to the presidency. I could cite a hundred other examples, and they’re all angrier than the angry men they write about.
Tim Kreider at The Week online, New York City’s hometown version of the magazine, says this about we Deplorables:
A vote cast for Trump is kind of like a murder; there may be context to consider — a disadvantaged background, extenuating circumstances, understandable motives — but the choice itself is binary and final, irrevocable. There’s a case to be made that it’s indefensible; that his supporters have forfeited any right to be respected or taken seriously. The conservatives of the heartland have lashed back against the coastal elites’ condescending, classist prejudices by defiantly confirming them: that they’re pathetically dumb and gullible, uncritical consumers of any disinformation that confirms their biases.
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