Comeuppance

Regretless owns I have been “owned“:

“If it took the Germans less than four years to rid themselves of 6 million Jews, many of whom spoke German and were fully integrated into German society, it couldn’t possibly take more than eight years to deport 12 million illegal aliens, many of whom don’t speak English and are not integrated into American society.”

http:// www.democraticunderground…mesg_id=2627775

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For your edification, gentle reader, I present you with the first five stunning rebuttals, each presented in its entirety, that Regretless finds so conclusively convincing, no doubt due to the eloquence and subtle intelligence revealed within each rhetorical gem.

1. “Oh My God.” – Unnamed Democrat

2. “I…. I… I’m speechless.” – Trotsky

3. “Another Egotistical Bully sitting smug behind his typewriter, stirring up more racial hatred.” – stepnwlf

4. “WOW! Insanity!” – Vinnie from Indy

5. “Oh. My. God. speechless.” – Skinner

My brain is aching from the intellectual pummelling dealt out by these brilliant masters of the epithet. First the bittersweet brutality of an acid tongue bath from Michael Medved and now this! I only hope I can hold the tattered remnants of my shattered personality together. No doubt historians will look upon this day as being the dawning of a wiser, humbler and more contrite Vox Day.

I think she wants more soccer talk

Kim is curious… as the Mondiale approaches:

I asked this question awhile back and am still curious. The fascination with rape. Similar to the subject of this post in her strange, whatever feminist strident take on rape. I don’t dwell on rape. I don’t think most women do, unless, of course, they’ve been raped, which would make sense. However, why do you dwell on it?
You discuss it a lot. Why?

Well, I find it relaxing. You know, some men like to kick back in front of the television and crack open a cold beer, others prefer to hit the local gentleman’s club and survey the unclad talent. I myself enjoy slipping on a comfortable black mask, breaking out the old Bowie knife and surprising the heck out of an attractive and unsuspecting young woman.

Anyhow, as Spacebunny and others have pointed out, I’m not the one obsessed with rape. Feminists are obsessed with rape, so as an outspoken critic of feminism in all its myriad forms, yes, even the forms that are socially acceptable to the mainstream, I find myself discussing it a lot. The subject is all but unavoidable; it is crammed down every young man’s throat from his first mandatory consciousness-raising lecture in college to the most recent mandatory diversity seminar at his workplace.

I would call the rape-and-harassment reeducation business a cottage industry, except that it would be a misnomer given how it probably employs more women than the American textiles industry these days.

The reason that the cry-rape crowd cries rape so often and so loudly is the same reason that some Jews cry Nazi, some blacks cry KKK and some faux conservatives cry terrorist. It is the way in which the intellectually overmatched call for help while simultaneously attempting to stifle otherwise damaging criticism without having to make a coherent case. The way to defang this tactic is not to retreat and awkwardly attempt to defend yourself because that’s exactly what the cry-whatever wants you to do, the correct thing is to continue to make your case while ignoring the static.

Or, if you’re like me and you genuinely don’t give a damn what people with half your IQ say about you, you continue to make your case while using the static to create beautiful, beautiful music that only you can hear.

The alternative explanation is that this rock thing is true, Jerry Lee Lewis is the devil and my mind was warped by listening to too much of the wrong sort of music. For you see, I also like honey.

I can think of at least two more

It’s entirely possible that Jonah Goldberg missed my objections to a border fence. But I kind of doubt it:

I’ve gotten mostly kudos for my USA Today piece on building a wall. But, understandably, a few folks disagree. What I find kind of amazing is how there are so few arguments against the wall, other than the symbolism thing. As I said in the piece, I think the symbolism argument is a good and legitimate one. But it pretty much stands alone. Some say it can’t be done, but we know that’s not true. Others say it’s too expensive. But one gets the sense that even if it were cheaper, they wouldn’t favor a wall. Some rightly note that it wouldn’t be fool-proof. Okay. So it would only reduce illegal entry into the United States by a really big percentage.

My argument against the wall is two-fold. First, it is unnecessary. Illegal immigration was shut down prior to 1965 without one. Second, it can be used to keep Americans in as easily as it is used to keep illegal immigrants out. Given to whom the Congress and the Cherry Blossom Throne are soon to be handed, I don’t think it is wise to discount that second point.

Post-facto warriors

The White Buffalo is listening to the Patriot:

You are a star. Ok, now on the Patriot, the advertising for the Michael Medved show is a little snippet of him railing on you. It rocks!

I’m always very impressed with the intellectual bravery of a man willing to take on an ideological movement dead for more than sixty years. Perhaps next he can boldly make a stand against King Sennacherib of Assyria, a proven anti-semite and killer of Jews.

The tragedy of the Left – and faux conservatives like Medved – is that they are always willing to fight yesterday’s tyrant and ignore tomorrow’s. The socialists of yore fought monarchists and capitalists and ended up with Communists and National Socialists. The socialists of today pay no attention the globalist totalitarian structure rising around them as they boldly decry defunct Fascists and Nazis.