Yea, though I walk in the banal attire of the Chickenshit Conformist; I will countenance no Bullshit, for I am the most cynical fox in the henhouse.
These and other famous last words thunder throughout the epochs of history. I still share Biafra’s contempt, but I’ve learned to apply it more critically. Speech is only truly free when it comes without the obligation to listen.
And last, though hardly least, one must know the truth in the assertion that every revolutionary becomes a reactionary the day after the revolution succeeds.
Urban America is on the precipice of every square mile being exactly like Flint, Michigan. Much of it is already there. These are the new Warsaw Ghettos, where they mean to keep you. In perpetuity.
Every new cause is a call to arms; to the streets and to Twitter, where combat is sanitized and conducted only within the set of rules established by your minders. You are all tools doing the bidding of the Ghetto Masters. And you are all fool enough to keep going back for more.
Forty some years ago we were the white punks on dope. Today you’re all just a bunch of big white dopes, marching under banners that you believe will insulate you from the long arm of the Inquisitors of the Church of the Sacred Woke.. The look upon your faces when they come for you will be priceless.
Here at the Inn we are debating the incorporation of a weekly film feature. Our thoughts were to select films which bear a theme in keeping with the current times. To that end we have two leading candidates:
Blazing Saddles – a film depicting one black American’s single handed struggle against institutional racism
Cider House Rules – a film depicting those who write rules for others who are not beholden to those same rules themselves
They are both solid contenders, but we’d like to hear what you think. Let us know and we’ll get back to you.
A Doom and Reprisal OPINION piece from Mr. Ford Wenty
That’s right. Jack is back. Are you offended already? That was kind of the intention. For those with a sense of humor, you are encouraged to read on.
This will be quite abbreviated from my normal rant, so without further ado here are my thoughts on this, the final week of January 2020.
Here we are in the week following the observance of the Dr. King holiday and fast approaching the annual celebration of Black History Month. Gonna have to bust out some of the old Al Green records to get myself all pumped up for it. The reason for my cynicism is nothing to do with any antipathy to black people. It comes, instead, because there is nothing truly special or commemorative in either. Not any more. The hyper-consciousness of not just race, but “identity” issues in general, here and now in the age of the Sacred Woke have so diminished the importance of the “special awareness dates”. In the age of the Sacred Woke special awareness is omnipresent. In our childhood many of us may recall what may have been referred to as “Christmas Specials” ( Charlie Brown, Rudolph, Frosty…). Now they are available on disc or streamed from any of a host of sources: no longer special. It’s the same thing. Everything has been devalued. It helps properly condition a sleeping populace for the imminent collapse of their currency, but that’s another rant.
Besides the echoes of that great, sonorous voice of Dr. King proclaiming “I have a dream”, the most often cited words of the great man are “judged by the content of their character, not the color of their skin”. To nearly all with an IQ above 60 the stark contradictions to this premise which are found in the identity politics of the Sacred Woke are unmistakable. There is a great hand wringing over this in some quarters, but to my thinking the simplest way to refute these foolish ideas is to simply ignore them. I seldom play by anyone else’s rules and see no reason why the Sacred Woke should be any exception.
I am sometimes criticized and occasionally censored because of my use of certain epithets in some of my work. Words like nigger or kike, faggot or dyke. Taken within their context these words are never used with any malicious intent. Rather, I may use these to accurately depict a stereotype. A stereotype is just a multi-faceted caricature. Caricatures are, at least in my opinion, indispensable in satire. Satire is but one of many means by which one may exercise their free speech. It is no more, nor is it any less entitled to those protections. If one professes to value free speech then it must be understood that free speech is like muscle mass: if you don’t use it you lose it.
In the age of the Sacred Woke the citation of Dr. King’s character/skin color equation is always offered in the affirmative sense. That is to say that we are to set aside any consideration of race which might cause one to ignore or diminish a person’s positive attributes and accomplishments. Applied equally then we must also ignore race in our judgment of negative attributes. Just as we must not exclude on the basis of race, we must also not excuse upon that same basis. In layman’s terms: being an asshole is an equal opportunity employer.
To celebrate Black History Month I am going to encourage all, regardless of race, to celebrate their constitutional freedoms to be who they are, mind their business and prosper. You are only guaranteed the opportunity, not the outcome.
The voices heard in the dark
are mocking, mostly laughter
Orwell chortles from the grave
Whos laughing now?
Under any banner
Big Brother all the same
No obligation to listen
tells what you don’t want to hear
I will not be silenced
Die Gedanke sind immer frei