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In The Mailbox: 05.06.16

Posted on | May 6, 2016 | 4 Comments

— compiled by Wombat-socho


OVER THE TRANSOM
Proof Positive: Call Me Cassandra
EBL: Damian Lewis In Julius Caesar – Antony’s Funeral Oratory
Da Tech Guy: The Best Explanation For Jew Hatred I’ve Ever Read
The Political Hat: Nevada Democrats Celebrate Trump’s Nomination
Michelle Malkin: Hey, Silicon Valley – American STEM Workers Are Right HERE
Twitchy: “Selfie President” Reminds Trump Being POTUS Is No “Reality Show”
Shark Tank: GOP Does Not Want To Unify Behind Donald Trump


RIPPED FROM THE HEADLINES
American Power: “When Traditional Religion Is Rejected, The Odds Are Pretty Good That Something Cultish Will Replace It”
American Thinker: Trump Supporters Need To Be Held Accountable
BLACKFIVE: Book Review – Blood Defense by Marcia Clark
Don Surber: What A Coal Miner Tweets
Jammie Wearing Fools: White House Admits It Played Us For Fools to Sell Iran Deal
Joe For America: Hacker Easily Gained Access To Hillary’s Server – People Died
JustOneMinute: Two Thumbs Down
Pamela Geller: Genocide In The Congo – Christians Hacked To Death As Thousands Flee Continuing Muslim Violence
Protein Wisdom: Thoughts My Brain Made
Shot In The Dark: Death Is Easy, Survival Is Hard
STUMP: Lunchtime Pension Post – Around The Web In 20 Minutes!
The Jawa Report: Zo! Noooooo!
The Lonely Conservative: FNC Hosts Silent As Trump Spouts Conspiracy Theory About Cruz’ Dad And Lee Harvey Oswald
The Quinton Report: Former Cruz Consultant Blasts GOP, Conservatives
This Ain’t Hell: SFC Richard Crossen Saving The World
Weasel Zippers: Homeland Security Officer Murders Wife, Shoots Three Others At Bethesda, Md. Mall


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A Little Coonskin In The Game

Posted on | May 6, 2016 | 11 Comments

by Smitty

One of the rare pleasures amid our slow-motion political collapse is sending ‘shop notions to my curmudgeonly friend over at Political Clown Parade: . In defense of Kerry: he hasn’t managed to get an Ambassador butchered; he thinks a mail server is having a dude wait his table down ‘the country club; and he’s not much of a Presidential threat anymore. As long as you’re not living in an area where American foreign policy ineptitude has significantly increased the chaos, he’s mostly harmless.

“If Assad’s strategy is to somehow think he’s going to just carve out Aleppo and carve out a section of the country, I got news for you and for him: this war doesn’t end.” He also suggested that if serious progress is not made toward politically removing Putin’s puppet from power by August the Obama Administration would have no other choice but to dramatically change its approach to Syria’s 5-year-old civil war.

In future administrations, our foreign policy would seem to be heading toward a “default isolationism”. Bismarck was a brilliant foreign minister. The battleship Bismarck proved that being immensely powerful really macht nichts if your rudder has you stuck in a Lefty turn, swinging through all possible courses, awaiting your demise.
Kerry is a disaster on land or at sea.

Category: Uncategorized

The White Donkey and Other Tales of War

Posted on | May 5, 2016 | 4 Comments

— by Wombat-socho


Most of you who are interested in the Marines, or military humor period, are probably familiar with Max Uriarte’s webcomic Terminal Lance. Well, Max had a Kickstarter a while back so he could devote all his waking hours not spent on the webcomic, hookers, and booze to his magnum opus, The White Donkey. While Abe and Garcia appear in this too, it is as different from the webcomic as combat is from garrison duty, and it is a harrowing read. I don’t get emotional over books too often, but The White Donkey hit me like a Mike Tyson sucker punch, and I maintain that if you don’t have a similar reaction, you have no soul. I don’t want to get into the details, because it’s really a short story in the form of a graphic novel and to discuss the plot would spoil it, but I cannot recommend it highly enough.


Not quite as hard-hitting, but still containing some first-class combat SF, is the Castalia House reissue of Jerry Pournelle’s There Will Be War Volume IV, formerly subtitled The Day of the Tyrant. Among the great stories in this volume are Poul Anderson’s “No Truce With Kings”, “Interim Justice” by William F. Wu, and “Three Soldiers” by D.C. Poyer; it also includes G.K. Chesterton’s epic poem “Lepanto” and a fair amount of non-fiction that unfortunately seems to be coming around to being topical again. Recommended.


Old stuff I’ve been (re)reading of late: Alexis Gilliland’s The End of the Empire, which I’ve previously reviewed (back in March, as it happens) and am obviously still quite fond of. Also, Robert Frezza’s A Small Colonial War, first book of Frezza’s Suid-Afrika trilogy, previously reviewed here.


Category: Books

In The Mailbox: 05.05.16

Posted on | May 5, 2016 | 4 Comments

— compiled by Wombat-socho


OVER THE TRANSOM
Proof Positive: Re-elect Donald Trump
The Camp of the Saints: Swing And Sway With Donny – Hey!
EBL: Natalia Lima & Ed Henry Fox News Scandal
Da Tech Guy: Baldilocks – Inserting a Brand-New Language Into A Not-So-New Brain
The Political Hat: Survival Guide For Social-Justice-Minded Special Snowflakes
Michelle Malkin: Tale Of Two Tribes – “Climate Refugees” Vs. EPA Victims
Twitchy: Hillary Clinton Suffers Convenient Memory Loss During Anderson Cooper Interview
Shark Tank: Top McCain Aide Says He’d Back Clinton Over Trump


RIPPED FROM THE HEADLINES
American Power: Vox Day – “Why I Support Donald Trump”
American Thinker: Get Over What About Trump, Exactly?
BLACKFIVE: Book Review – I Let You Go By Clare Mackintosh
Don Surber: With Malice Toward None
Jammie Wearing Fools: Washed-Up Hag Madonna Claims Ridiculous Outfit Was “Political Statement”, Not Desperate Plea For Attention
Joe For America: Want To Watch A West Virginia Coal Miner Rip Hillary A New One?
JustOneMinute: Sharing His Pain
Pamela Geller: EBay Removes Mohammed Cartoon Auction
Protein Wisdom: The Bully You’ve Brought To The Party…
Shot In The Dark: Minneapolis – “We Can’t Be Bankrupt, We Still Have Checks!”
STUMP: Puerto Rico Watch – PR Defaults! Again! Also, A New Jersey Connection
The Jawa Report: Sandcrawler PSA – What Communists Eat
The Lonely Conservative: Who Is John Galt?
The Quinton Report: Kasich Event With Bob Ehrlich Likely Off
This Ain’t Hell: Senate Caves To Unions In VA Omnibus Bill Dispute
Weasel Zippers: Oldest WW2 Veteran Dies At 110
Megan McArdle: The Four Horsemen Of The Republican Apocalypse


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The Despicable David Brooks

Posted on | May 5, 2016 | 264 Comments

 

Once upon a time, David Brooks Fisking Day was celebrated here every Tuesday. The New York Times‘ token “conservative” column was so predictably wrong about nearly everything — his political instincts are so bad — that I had to lash him around every week just to relieve my system of the excess bile generated by reading his pretentious bulls–t. At least twice, circa 2007-2008, I walked out of events where Brooks spoke; the experience of being in the same room with him was intolerable. Once, a fews years ago, I found myself in a discussion with Jonah Goldberg as to which New York Times columnist was worse, David Brooks or Thomas Friedman. Goldberg insisted Friedman was worse than Brooks, and I suppose it’s a matter of opinion, but in my opinion, Goldberg is wrong. Friedman may be demonic, but David Brooks is Satan.

“Brooks should never be argued with — he should be mocked, and often, and by someone who knows how.”

Why do I hate David Brooks so much? Because I am a populist, a Jacksonian who believes that the American people deserve a government that serves their interests, and not the interests of a decadent elite. All elites eventually become decadent and corrupt. This is what history teaches, and our country is being ruined by the sort of people David Brooks rubs elbows with during his annual pilgrimages to Davos, deracinated cosmopolitans with no loyalty to anything, devoted to no principle except the increase of their own wealth, status and power. The comprehensive wrongness of David Brooks eventually became so glaringly apparent — about the time he expressed his admiration of Barack Obama’s pants creases — that everyone realized he is Satan. Once his diabolical wrongness was universally acknowledged, everybody with a blog got in on the Brooks-fisking game, and I lost interest in the sport. Nowadays, it takes a really spectacular exercise in Brooksian douchebaggery to get my attention, and he delivered such a specimen earlier this week:

Donald Trump now looks set to be the Republican presidential nominee. So for those of us appalled by this prospect — what are we supposed to do?
Well, not what the leaders of the Republican Party are doing. They’re going down meekly and hoping for a quiet convention. They seem blithely unaware that this is a Joe McCarthy moment. People will be judged by where they stood at this time. Those who walked with Trump will be tainted forever after for the degradation of standards and the general election slaughter. . . .

OK, let me interrupt this to make an important announcement. I hadn’t been planning to do this, but I now officially endorse Donald Trump.

If David Brooks hates Donald Trump, then it is my duty as a patriotic American to love Donald Trump. And if David Brooks says the fall election will be a “slaughter” for Republicans, this means Trump will win. And now let’s return to the total wrongness of David Brooks:

The suicide rate has surged to a 30-year high — a sure sign of rampant social isolation. . . .

(No, the high suicide rate is caused by the existential despair of Americans who understand that Barack Obama has destroyed their country.)

A record number of Americans believe the American dream is out of reach. And for millennials, social trust is at historic lows.
Trump’s success grew out of that pain, but he is not the right response to it. The job for the rest of us is to figure out the right response. . . .

(Who is “the rest of us,” Mr. Brooks?  Clueless douchebags on Pinch Sulzberger’s payroll? The people you hang out with in Davos?)

I was surprised by Trump’s success because I’ve slipped into a bad pattern, spending large chunks of my life in the bourgeois strata — in professional circles with people with similar status and demographics to my own.

(Which is to say, clueless douchebags.)

It takes an act of will to rip yourself out of that and go where you feel least comfortable. But this column is going to try to do that over the next months and years. We all have some responsibility to do one activity that leaps across the chasms of segmentation that afflict this country. . . .
Up until now, America’s story has been some version of the rags-to-riches story, the lone individual who rises from the bottom through pluck and work. But that story isn’t working for people anymore, especially for people who think the system is rigged. . . .
We’ll probably need a new definition of masculinity, too. There are many groups in society who have lost an empire but not yet found a role. Men are the largest of those groups. The traditional masculine ideal isn’t working anymore. It leads to high dropout rates, high incarceration rates, low labor force participation rates. This is an economy that rewards emotional connection and verbal expressiveness. Everywhere you see men imprisoned by the old reticent, stoical ideal.

You can read the rest, but I must warn you that reading David Brooks columns can lead to existential despair and suicide. Honestly, I’d rather read Third Wave feminist theory textbooks. At least feminists are honest about hating men, hating America, hating God and everything else.

What is so despicable about David Brooks is his condescending attitude, his insuperable conviction that he is better than the rest of us, more intelligent and sensitive — all that “emotional connection and verbal expression,” you see. And as he departs on his tour of the American hinterlands, ripping himself out of the “bourgeois strata” to leap across “the chasms of segmentation,” I hope David Brooks gets what he deserves, namely to be beaten to a bloody pulp by a tattooed redneck.

This would be a triumph of social justice, really and it’s not hard to imagine how it would happen, either. Probably at a Waffle House.

“Hey, buddy, you look kinda familiar,” says the truck driver, while he’s paying at the cash register. “Don’t I know you from somewhere?”

“You’ve probably seen me on Meet the Press or PBS Newshour,” says Brooks, who has been sitting at the counter, studying the menu and wondering why there’s no espresso. “My name’s David Brooks.”

“Well, doggone it, I thought so,” laughs the trucker. “I was just thinking to myself, that fellow looks like he writes for New York Times.”

“Thanks,” says Brooks, taking this as a compliment.

“So I guess you’re out here covering the election?” asks the trucker.

“No, actually, I’ve decided to leap across the chasms of segmentation that afflict this country, to mingle with the common folks in an effort to discover why men are imprisoned by a stoical ideal.”

“Oh, really?” says the trucker. And after listening patiently to Brooks prattle on about his ideas, the trucker will gesture toward the parking lot. “You ought to come take a look at my truck. It’s a fine one.”

After he accepts this invitation, David Brooks will probably be surprised to discover that his tour of the parking lot includes an old-fashioned stoical ass-whupping, and maybe the trucker will be prosecuted for assault, but really, who could pass up such an opportunity?

Oh, there’s a reason I always walked out a room whenever David Brooks walked in. Restraining my Jacksonian populist urges requires conscious effort sometimes, and it’s best not to risk an assault charge.

Look what he’s made me do here. I’ve endorsed Trump for pure spite. The worst thing David Brooks can imagine is Donald Trump winning the Republican nomination, but what would be worse for Brooks — what he cannot even imagine — is for Donald Trump to be elected president.

Let us rekindle our Jacksonian spirit, America. Let us ignore the advice of David Brooks and ask ourselves, “What would Old Hickory do?”

If we cannot punch David Brooks in the nose — and I apologize to my readers for having passed up the chance when I had it — then what can we do to fulfill our duty to our children and to our nation’s future? How can we avenge the numerous insults that David Brooks has heaped upon us? How can we escape the condemnation of future generations if, knowing that we had a moral obligation to do the exact opposite of whatever David Brooks said we should do, we did not do it? Our honor is at stake, you see.

David Brooks, a foul stain on the history of American journalism, has thrown down the gauntlet and challenged us to prove him wrong. He has predicted “general election slaughter” for Republicans as a consequence of Donald Trump winning the GOP primary campaign, and declared: “People will be judged by where they stood at this time.” Will people stand with David Brooks? Will people join this supercilious punk in his determination to see Hillary Clinton elected? God forbid!

However crazy it seems, we cannot say it is impossible for Donald Trump to be elected president, and if it is possible to elect Trump, then we are obliged to do all we can to make this happen, if only because a victory for Donald Trump would be a defeat for David Brooks.

Don’t blame me for this. Blame David Brooks. And, also, Satan.

But I repeat myself.





 


Category: David Brooks Fisking Day, Election

Delusions of Persecution: #TrigglyPuff’s Feminist Friend Jennie Chenkin Is Crazy

Posted on | May 3, 2016 | 79 Comments

 

When an event last week hosted by College Republicans at the University of Massachusetts was disrupted by a Hampshire College student named Cora Segal (see “What #TrigglyPuff Means”), the point-and-laugh reaction by conservatives was predictable. For more than two years, I have been urging conservatives to begin Taking Feminism Seriously. When I was assigned to cover the DC SlutWalk protest for The America Spectator in August 2013, I saw first-hand and at close range the kind of delusional madness that has taken hold in the minds of young women under the influence of so-called Third Wave feminism. While it can be argued that Second Wave feminism (i.e., the radical Women’s Liberation Movement of the 1960s and ’70s) was similarly insane, Third Wave feminism has taken this lunacy beyond every hitherto imaginable limit. Young feminists have sailed into uncharted waters of craziness in those regions of the ancient maps marked “Here Be Dragons.”

 

The effect of this insanity that has gained such frightening influence was illustrated by the recent activities of Jennie Chenkin, a student at Hampshire College and friend of Cora Segal who participated in the April 25 protests at the University of Massachusetts at Amherst. Hampshire College is part of the Five College Consortium, along with Amherst College, Mount Holyoke College, Smith College and UMass Amherst:

Five Colleges, Incorporated is a nonprofit educational consortium established in 1965 to promote the broad educational and cultural objectives of its member institutions, which include four private, liberal arts colleges and the Amherst campus of the state university. The consortium is an outgrowth of a highly successful collaboration in the 1950s among Amherst College, Mount Holyoke College, Smith College, and the University of Massachusetts Amherst, which resulted in the founding of a fifth institution, Hampshire College, in 1970. . . .
Their proximity to one another in the Connecticut River Valley of western Massachusetts favors Five College collaboration, as does their commitment to the liberal arts and to undergraduate education.

Let me point out something that should be obvious here:

Taxpayer-supported UMass, you see, accounts for 73% of enrollment in this “consortium,” and rich kids at the high-tuition elite private schools benefit from a hidden state subsidy through this “collaboration.” UMass is the center of gravity among these Five Colleges, and you can bet that the spoiled brats spending Daddy’s money to attend Smith, Mount Holyoke, and Hampshire look down their snooty noses at the grubby proles who go to UMass. Whereas a poor-but-smart kid goes to UMass hoping to acquire an education that will enable him to get a good job and a middle-class income, the daughters of privilege like Jennie Chenkin spend $48,065 a year to attend Hampshire College.

Jennie Chenkin declares to the world that she is an oppressed victim living in a “white supremacist cisheteropatriarchal society.” This is what Daddy’s money paid for her to learn at Hampshire College, where spewing such pseudo-intellectual jargon is considered a valuable skill.

Thorsten Veblen would have spotted this immediately as an example of conspicuous consumption, the display of high socioeconomic status through ostentatious spending.
The reason you send your daughter to Hampshire College is to show that you can afford to send her there. Money is no object for the parents of these kids. The working-class Mom helping her teenager fill out her FAFSA paperwork and struggling to come up with $14,356 a year for tuition at UMass wants her kid to learn something useful, to become a nurse or a computer programmer or a business manager, to get the kind of education that will qualify them for a good job and allow them to have a higher standard of living. The parents of rich girls like Cora Segal and Jennie Chenkin, by contrast, cannot be bothered with such mundane concerns. Just write a check so their precious princess can go to an expensive private school where their professors teach them how oppressed they are by “cisheteropatriarchy” and they train to become activists for social justice. Whatever the precious princess wants, the precious princess must have, and how dare those hateful UMass College Republicans hurt her precious feelings?

My name is Jennie Chenkin. I am a Hampshire College junior on a pre-law track with a concentration in political theory, carceral studies, and conflict resolution. I am writing this email because I have been harassed mercilessly online following “The Triggering” event and I have reason to believe that UMass Republicans have endorsed this harassment and libel against me.
On Monday night, I attended the event “The Triggering” hosted by UMass Republicans in protest of the panelists they had chosen to bring in to speak on “social justice, feminism, trigger warnings, microaggressions, and more.” My friends and I held up a banner outside the venue that said “content warning: bigotry inside” and we passed out fliers which explained what we believe political correctness stands for. When the panelists came on stage, we booed and heckled and disrupted, because that was what we were there to do. We wanted to send a message that even if the majority of the room agreed with what was being said, there were people in the community who adamantly disagreed, and that we were also allowed to make our voices heard under free speech laws. . . .
On Tuesday morning, I awoke to a notification from Facebook, indicating someone had tagged me in a comment on the event page for “The Triggering.” Someone by the name of Clarence Emerson (who I later learned is actually Aidan Kearney, a UMass alum, sexual predator, and professional bully) had tagged me in his comment with this article attached, referring to me in the comment as “little boy.”
As you can see by reading the blog post, it contains libellous language against me and screenshots of comments I posted on the event page for “The Triggering”. I have been advised by my attorney that both the harassment and the use of my comments are illegal — the use of my comments being an infringement of copyright law as outlined by Facebook, where individuals hold copyright law over everything they post, even comments posted on public pages. Legalities aside, I have now been put in personal danger because Aidan Kearney has demonized me and posted my personal information on a public website which caters to anti-social justice people who hate me and people like me.

You can read the whole thing, but there are several problems here. First, Ms. Chenkin needs to get a better lawyer, because if posting screencaps of what people say on social media is a crime, the prison overcrowding crisis is going to get a whole lot worse very soon. Second, for someone to be complaining about “libel” in the same email where they call someone a “sexual predator” is highly ironic, to say the least. A quick Google search turned up accusations that Aidan Kearney acted quite crudely toward some female Buffalo Bills fans during a 2014 game between the Bills and the New England Patriots. Kearney is a Patriots fan, and if rudely taunting the fans of one’s NFL opponents is a crime, we’re going to need to have a serious discussion about prison overcrowding, OK? No matter how crude Kearney’s (alleged) behavior was, however, calling him a “sexual predator” takes it to a whole ’nother level. You’re going to have to show me an arrest report before I’d use such a term to describe somebody, and even then I’d make sure I included some sort of attribution like “according to the affidavit” and maybe I’d throw an “allegedly” or two into the story for good measure. (There is a reason why Brett Kimberlin lost that defamation suit against me, OK?)

Jennie Chenkin is reckless and irresponsible, which may have something to do with her being arrested last fall in Westfield, New Jersey, for shoplifting and possession of burglary tools. Guess what? Ms. Chenkin considers it harassment to mention her criminal record:

Aidan Kearney has taken it upon himself to publish two more articles about me, each getting progressively more aggressive in content. Most recently, he has made a post about me being arrested in my home state several months ago. Though I take full responsibility for engaging in the action which led to my arrest, this is something I have been very ashamed of and embarrassed about, and until this point I have kept it a very private matter for that reason. I no longer have that luxury and I am worried that this string of harassing and revealing blog posts about me may prevent me from getting a summer job, which I desperately need in order to be able to pay for the last year of my undergraduate education before I go to law school.

Now wait a doggone minute there, Ms. Chenkin! How is it that your Daddy, an eminent professional in Somerset County, N.J., could afford to send his precious princess off to a private school in Massachusetts, but now you’re getting arrested for shoplifting and complaining that you “desperately need” a summer job in order to pay for your senior year of college? And what’s this talk about “law school”? Is there a law school somewhere that has an affirmative action quota for thieves?

Since we’re asking questions here, Ms. Chenkin, can you explain to me how, on the one hand, you’re now so hard up for cash to pay your tuition at Hampshire College, and yet on the other hand you can afford the services of a lawyer (“my attorney”) to provide you with advice on copyright law, harassment, defamation and so forth? Also, why does your rambling 2,000-word email to officials at the University of Massachusetts include this irrelevant tangent?

[W]hen I first drafted this email, only the one article about me had been published on the turtleboysports website, which I again acknowledge has no affiliation with UMass and is not under UMass jurisdiction. A few hours later, another blog post had been made about me on the site. A few hours after that, a video featuring my friend — taken and published illegally by Mount Holyoke sophomore and Campus Reform representative Kassy Dillon, who is also being investigated for misconduct during and after the event — was published on Youtube and shared widely throughout the conservative web. This video has been viewed in the hundreds of thousands and has been shared on Twitter by the panelists themselves. It was featured on Fox News. The blog post about my arrest followed and then another blog post, revealing the identity of my friend in the video.

Exactly what do you expect UMass officials to do about this, Ms. Chenkin? You and your friend Cora Segal went to a public event at the University of Massachusetts where you “booed and heckled and disrupted . . . to make our voices heard under free speech laws.” And yet now you, a student at Hampshire College, write to UMass officials to blame the College Republicans (whose event you disrupted) for blog coverage of your activism and — oh, by the way — claiming that video of your protests was “illegally” recorded and uploaded to YouTube. Yet the person who recorded this video was not a UMass student, either, so why are you even bringing it up in your email to UMass officials?

The explanation for all this, I suspect, is that you are crazy, Ms. Chenkin.

Fortunately, Ms. Chenkin, I’ve located an eminent professional in your New Jersey hometown who might help you. He has a bachelor’s degree in psychology from Rutgers University, as well as a master’s degree and, in fact, he has been visiting Lecturer at Rutgers University Graduate School of Social Work as well as a faculty member at Rutgers University Center of Alcohol Studies. Call it a hunch, Ms. Chenkin, but I think you may already be . . . let’s say, familiar with this eminent professional.

Pardon me for saying this, ma’am, but when you keep spewing threats of legal action against anyone who mentions your name on a blog, I don’t think advice from a lawyer is the kind of professional help you need.

You are wacko, bonkers, deranged, demented, disturbed, off your rocker, a few fries short of a Happy Meal and cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs.

Seek help, Ms. Chenkin.




 


Category: Education, Sex Trouble

In The Mailbox: 05.03.16

Posted on | May 3, 2016 | 4 Comments

— compiled by Wombat-socho


OVER THE TRANSOM
EBL: Do The Democrats Still Have A Plan B?
Da Tech Guy: Donald Trump and the Prophet Samuel – A Final Warning
The Political Hat: I, For One, Welcome Our New Dark Lord
Michelle Malkin: Bullshit And Blame – Obama’s Arrogant Legacy-Fluffing Tour
Twitchy: #TrumpConspiracyTheories Is Born In Response To Trump’s Linking Rafael Cruz To Lee Harvey Oswald
Shark Tank: Ted Cruz For SCOTUS?


RIPPED FROM THE HEADLINES
American Power: Democrats Plan To Pound Trump Before He’s Nominated
American Thinker: The Secret Racist History of the Democrat Party
Don Surber: Southern West Virginia Hates The Clintons
Jammie Wearing Fools: Deranged Trump Claims Cruz’ Father Helped Oswald Assassinate JFK Or Something
Joe For America: Tennessee Moves To Protect Christians, Not Perverts
JustOneMinute: Black Lies Matter
Pamela Geller: Archbishop of Cologne Blasts Germany’s Anti-Islam Party
Shot In The Dark: Not The Onion
STUMP: On Information, The Lifeblood Of Bloggers
The Jawa Report: Look Out Ethel!
The Quinton Report: Report – Clemson “Hate Crime” Probably A Hoax
This Ain’t Hell: Two Terrorist Bastards Bite The Big One
Weasel Zippers: Hillary Confronted By Coal Miner Over Her Promise To Put Miners Out Of Work


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Lawsuit Says Feminist @jenniferbedbaum Fired Employee in Purge of Lesbians

Posted on | May 2, 2016 | 67 Comments

Jennifer Baumgardner (left) is being sued by Elizabeth Koke (right)

How did I miss this story last fall?

A former staffer at CUNY’s Feminist Press claims she was illegally fired [in December 2014] because her new boss thought the imprint was “too lesbian.”
Elizabeth Koke filed a $3.5 million lawsuit against The Feminist Press, its executive director Jennifer Baumgardner and the City University of New York [in November 2015] claiming retaliation, wrongful termination and discrimination based on sexual orientation.
Koke, 30, says she was three years into her gig as publicity and marketing manager when Baumgardner took over in July 2013 and decided along with the board of directors that the independent publisher was “too lesbian” and needed a “change of direction.”
Baumgardner, 45, allegedly pushed for titles with more “mainstream appeal,” instead of books such as “Therese and Isabelle,” a love story involving two boarding school girls, according to the suit.
Koke claims employees who openly identified as gay were subjected to an environment of “alienation and isolation” and then “systematically terminated or forced out,” including Cary Webb in February 2014 and Amy Scholder in July 2014.
When Koke was let go without explanation on Dec. 22, 2014, she was the last employee who self-identified as lesbian, according to her claim.

Of course, as a conservative, I’m cheering for the plaintiff. If Elizabeth Koke’s suit gets to the discovery phase, her lawyer should email me all the documents and deposition transcripts. It’s not just my wicked anticipation of the possibility Feminist Press and CUNY could be forced to fork over millions to a disgruntled lesbian separatist witch. Beyond that sweet taste of ironic “social justice,” there’s also the potential to personally humiliate the perpetrator of this alleged purge of lesbians, Jennifer Baumgardner, who certainly deserves personal humiliation.

Baumgardner is bisexual and her biography confirms basically every negative stereotype of bisexual women — selfish, opportunistic and immature, playing around with lesbians in her 20s, before eventually settling down with a man. For such women, being with lesbians is really just cheap contraception, a way to avoid growing up. Instead of the whole husband-and-babies adult responsibility thing, the bisexual devotes her youth to bohemian adventure, skipping the high-risk game of heterosexuality for a lesbian roommate. No babies, no mortgage, no really permanent commitment, and none of the predictable difficulties associated with dating the kind of arrogant young bachelors that a young professional woman is likely to meet in the big city.

Look, feminists: I get this part, OK?

The imperious arrogance of young single men in hookup culture is not a new phenomenon. In an age of shameless promiscuity — an era of immoral hedonism that feminists have applauded as “empowerment” — no attractive young man ever has a shortage of female companionship.

“Where are all the good guys?” young women in the city are wont to complain. Alternatively: “Why is my boyfriend afraid of commitment?”

Well, ma’am, he’s not so much afraid of commitment, as he is simply lacking incentives. He’s making pretty good money. He’s a nice-looking guy with a pleasant personality and a bright future ahead of him.

He’s also got you, the girlfriend who’s glad to have a boyfriend who qualifies as a Potential Future Husband. The problem, from the girlfriend’s perspective, is that such a guy is always negotiating from an advantageous position. No need to hurry. A guy like that — 25, 26, 27, just a few years out of college — knows that if this girlfriend doesn’t work out, plenty more candidates are available. This girlfriend is not his first girlfriend, after all, and their “relationship” (as the girlfriend calls it, a word that makes her boyfriend noticeably uncomfortable) is always more serious to her than to him. He’s an ambitious young man on his way to success. He’s got a full head of hair, he hits the gym regularly, he’s driving a nice car and his 401(k) keeps growing. There are lots of young women who would like to be with him, and that’s not likely to change in the near future. No hurry, no pressure, no commitment.

Immoral hedonism is not a game that women usually win, which is why sane parents urge their daughters to avoid immoral hedonism.

No, ma’am, this is not a new game. The Peter Pan Syndrome — a book published in 1983, the year I graduated college — was a shrewd analysis of the narcissistic immaturity of Baby Boomer guys whose refusal to grow up typically took the form of being “afraid of commitment.” The problem wasn’t actually fear, as I say, but was rather a matter of incentives. If there were plenty of single women willing to have sex without marriage (and take my word for it, there were), why should an immoral hedonist bother with “commitment”? Even if a guy wasn’t just out for cheap thrills, if a woman saw him as a Potential Future Husband, and she had no moral scruples about fornication, the guy could easily string her along for six months or a year without even so much as saying “I love you.”

Feminists are always publishing sexual memoirs, whereas the old rule that a gentleman does not kiss and tell is still basically in effect, so we almost never hear the guy’s side of these stories. Jennifer Baumgardner is author of a 2007 book called Look Both Ways: Bisexual Politics, which garnered predictably enthusiastic reviews like this:

Baumgardner, coauthor of the “third wave feminist” Manifesta, discovered her own bisexuality shortly after graduating from college, when she unexpectedly fell in love with a “girlie girl” co-worker at Ms. magazine, which was, significantly, the first place she “truly saw women without men as being successes, not failures.” Her story of how she explored her “urge toward bisexuality as a means to figuring out how to have a satisfying, truly equal and truly intimate relationship” weaves a personal thread through the book.

The “girlie-girl” was actually an intern, and whatever happened to her? We don’t know, nor to my knowledge have there been any memoirs by any of Baumgardner’s other ex-girlfriends or ex-boyfriends. From 1997 to 2002, she dated singer Amy Ray of the Indigo Girls and then . . .

I was feeling curious about men and increasingly returned the flirtation of a sexy and misanthropic musician/public-school teacher named Gordon. I threw myself into this new relationship. Within weeks, I was making excuses to my friends about his rudeness and saying things like “You just don’t get his sense of humor. He’s actually hilarious.” I swung between hating him and hating myself. In a moment of self-respect, I broke up with him. In an ensuing moment of denial, we got pregnant. I had a baby, Skuli, but ended the relationship with Gordon. . . .
The first three years of my son’s life were full with writing, book tours, friends, family, and the seemingly endless dramedies of the little boy with whom I lived. . . .
This time around, I dated only men. It’s hard to know why, but my sexuality isn’t some equal-opportunity employer; it has its own logic and serendipity. Just as I was starting to feel like I had my mojo back, I ran into Michael, an old friend of my sister’s, on a subway platform. He was broad shouldered, big eyed, and tall, his hair a thatch of floppy blondness.

My guess? It wasn’t just his looks. This guy also had money, unlike Gordon the musician/teacher, which is why she married Michael, but Jennifer Baumgardner is not going to say this in so many words. Hers is the kind of “happily-ever-after” bisexual fairy-tale ending Third Wave feminists want to believe in, and such stories do happen, but how often? And is this actually the end of  the story? Or will we come back in five or 10 years to read Jennifer Baumgardner’s next memoir, perhaps entitled I Divorced That Abusive Creep: Why I Never Should Have Stopped Dating Lesbians (and You Should Be a Lesbian, Too)? Maybe she’ll use the royalties from that to pay for her children’s therapy, then write another book, My Son, My Daughter: How I Coped With My Child’s Transgender Adolescent Crisis (and You Can, Too). This will eventually be followed by Finally Alone With My Cats: A Third-Wave Feminist Looks Back on Her Courageous Struggle Against Heteropatriarchy.

Of course, Jennifer Baumgardner supports the “campus rape epidemic” hysteria, and brags about her “activism” in college:

In 1988, my freshman year at college, one of my friends was raped at a party and became pregnant; she dropped out, had the baby and changed schools, keeping mum about the whole experience for many years. Two women in my dorm were raped by the same international student. At another party, a woman I knew was trapped in a bathroom by her “friend” and not allowed out until she gave him a blow job. . . .
I scheduled meetings with deans where I angrily accused them of not caring about student safety and covering up the “real” rape statistics at my college, Lawrence University, in Appleton, Wisconsin. The Clery Act of 1990 mandated that schools publish their crime statistics, but sexual assaults reported by Lawrence amounted to just two or three; meanwhile, I alone had heard of dozens. Inspired by students at Brown University, my friends and I anonymously published a “castration list” — the names of male students who had raped women we knew — and hung it in the bathroom in the student union. In the end, we didn’t change much, but protesting the injustice and expressing rage felt good, felt important.

Don’t go to college parties and avoid international students — this is probably sound advice for young women, but “expressing rage” is more important for Third Wave feminists than giving young women sound advice. If young men need advice, I will repeat: AVOID FEMINISTS!

As soon as a woman indicates that she is a feminist, this should be a cue to any man to avoid her as much as possible. No male should ever speak to a feminist. . . .
Guys: Learn to take a hint. Learn to walk away.
If a woman tells you she is a feminist, say nothing and walk away.
No feminist wants to hear what a man has to say, and life is too short to waste your time taking to feminists. Just walk away.
Leave feminists alone, and then they can complain about that.

Think about poor Gordon, the musician/teacher who sired Jennifer Baumgardner’s first child. He’s probably still paying child support, while his son is being raised by his bisexual Third Wave feminist ex-girlfriend and her rich husband. Is anyone offering to publish a memoir by Gordon? No, and neither could any of Jennifer Baumgardner’s ex-girlfriends get a contract for tell-all stories of their relationships with her. The feminist is always the protagonist of the story, and everyone else is a supporting character in the ensemble cast, their existence only important insofar as they play a role in her story. Feminism is ultimately nihilism, an expression of godless selfishness akin to Nietzsche’s The Will to Power, masquerading in 21st-century costumes of “social justice.”

Feminism is about psychological rationalization and scapegoating. Whatever she is unhappy about, whatever goes wrong in her life, the feminist blames on men — “patriarchy,” the male conspiracy that forces girls to get drunk at college parties with foreign guys named Abdul. She is never responsible for anything. She can do as she pleases and the negative consequences are not her fault. She breaks up with her lesbian girlfriend and, because she is now “curious about men,” she hooks up with a “sexy” rude guy, gets pregnant, then dumps him and finds another guy, “broad shouldered, big eyed, and tall,” and now it’s happily-ever-after, because she says so. And if it doesn’t end that way? Blame the patriarchy.

Lather, rinse, repeat.

It’s always beautiful to see feminists publicly going to war against each other. Jennifer Baumgardner allegedly purges lesbian staffers at the Feminist Press? Good! Lesbian witch sues for discrimination? Better!

No matter who wins this case, a feminist loses, and no one will believe either of them when they take turns blaming it on the patriarchy.

“All is proceeding as I have foreseen . . .”

 


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