Earlier this week, Twitter locked the Babylon Bee out of their account for mentioning Richard Levine, AKA “Rachel” Levine. And now our moral, ethical, and intellectual betters in Silicon Valley are stamping out any dissent by any Babylon Bee employees or supporters who dare to say anything about it:
Silence, peasants!
Two things here:
It’s Twitter’s platform. They can make any rules they want and enforce them any way they want.
I am under no obligation to pretend their rules make sense, and I’ll continue to point out that their enforcement of those rules is corrupt.
What Twitter is doing right now reminds me of a gym coach I had when I was a kid. I won’t name him, because it was an incredibly long time ago and I don’t even remember. But whenever I really pissed this guy off, he made me run a lap. Then I’d say something like, “Yes, sir,” in a really snotty tone, so he’d give me another lap. Then I’d click my heels together and do a Nazi salute. Another lap. I was a little turd, so the laps racked up.1
Well, now I’m a famous blogger and you’re not, Coach! Who’s the candy-ass now? Still me, but so what!!
Ahem. That’s not the point. The point is that I was just goofing around, and a person with power over me kept punishing me for not taking him seriously. I wasn’t hurting anybody. I was just irritating him.2
Liberals claim to be anti-authoritarian, but they sure do love flexing their authority to silence dissent. You will shut up, or you will be shut up.
As Saul Alinsky wrote in Rules for Radicals:
“Ridicule is man’s most potent weapon. It’s hard to counterattack ridicule, and it infuriates the opposition, which then reacts to your advantage.”
Twitter suppressed satire that hurt their feelings, the dissenters made sarcastic jokes about it, and Twitter suppressed them too. Liberals hate to be ridiculed for behaving exactly like the sort of people they claim to oppose.
Pretending men can become women, or vice versa, won’t make it happen. Ever. That’s just science, bro. (Or, if you insist, sis.) You can ban anybody you want from any platform under the sun, but it doesn’t change human biology.
In other words:
Guess we’ll see if I’m next!
The talking points have gone out, and the emperor’s new clothes are getting rave reviews:
This reminds me of people in the ‘90s who were like, “Pearl Jam is the greatest band in the world!” I mean, they were pretty good. But the best ever? Come on.
The difference is that nobody called me a racist or a sexist for laughing at Pearl Jam.
Credentialism is dumb. There are plenty of incompetent morons with fancy degrees. Plus, there’s nothing in the Constitution that says a Supreme Court justice needs to graduate from an Ivy League school, or any other school. Having credentials is nice, but it doesn’t mean a lot when you can’t explain why you gave a light sentence to a child pornographer and you refuse to even define the word “woman.”
If you want to be a judge on the highest court in the land, people are going to question your judgment. And I’m really starting to question hers.
Libs need to tell themselves things like, “She’s the most qualified person in the history of the universe,” because they can’t face the cold, grim reality: Joe Biden wants to make history by putting a black woman on the Supreme Court. That’s it. “Black” and “woman” are the only two qualifications that matter to the Dems. They could’ve nominated the Pine-Sol Lady and they’d still be hyping her like this.3 They don’t care about her qualifications. All they care about is the win.
But she’ll get confirmed, and they’ll all gloat, and nobody will learn anything. Fine. What else is new?
Here’s one for the “Gotta Admit, Trump Is Funny” files:
Oh, is that all?
This kind of stuff is why I didn’t jump on the Trump Train. Eventually all the passengers end up in front of it, tied to the tracks.
I’m not saying the pandemic is officially over, but Obama and Hillary both got COVID within days of each other and everybody was like, “When are the Oscars?”
Nikole Hannah-Jones is an important American intellectual.
Thursday only comes around once a week. We need to celebrate Thursday. Thursday is good.
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I’m not a little turd anymore. Now I’m a big turd.
Well, at least I got some exercise out of it. That was the last time.
No offense to the Pine-Sol Lady. I’d rather have her in a position of power than any of these assholes.
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