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Friday, June 16, 2017

Fuck EVERYBODY Running for Georgia's 6th Congressional District

Republican, Democrat, it doesn't matter - representative politics is a load of hooey, and nothing demonstrates that better than this Tuesday's congressional runoff.


By: Jimbo X
JimboXAmerican@gmail.com
@Jimbo___X

 I hate politics. But as boring and annoying as international geopoliticking may be, at least at has some cool stuff in it, like laser guided missiles and bacterial warfare. Unfortunately, you won't find robotic death machines and empty threats to invade rival nations to loot their precious natural resources in state-level politics, and you sure as hell won't see 'em in local level politics. Instead, you'll just hear a bunch of bickering and bitchin' about zoning ordinances and millage rates - i.e., topics about as interesting as the prospects of waxing your big toe. 

 I should know that better than anyone, since I spent a couple of years covering local level government when I was a shittily paid reporter back in the day. There's no real way to adequately describe how boring it is to sit in city hall for six hours watching a whole bunch of cracka' motherfuckas' take turns debating the merits of increasing business license application fees and applying for block grants. I guess it's kinda' like sitting in a REALLY boring church service, except worse because at least at church you get some songs and if you're lucky, a wafer and a cup of juice. But when it comes to the great secular worship service, the only thing you get is uncomfortable seating and so much hot air, you kinda' want to run your hands underneath the podium to dry 'em off. 

 Which brings us to my home state's 6th congressional district runoff - i.e., the most annoying fucking thing that's happened in Atlanta all year, and considering that also includes the time traffic was slowed to a crawl for two months because a crackhead set Interstate 85 on fire, that's saying a lot. 

 Here's what you need to know about the state's 6th congressional district (and trust me, there ain't a whole lot for you to learn.) It encompasses a swath of about 700,000 people over a suspiciously arbitrary sliver of four different counties. The district is overwhelmingly white (about 72 percent of the total populace is mayonnaise colored) and stinkin' rich (the average household income is $72,000 - the average for the rest of Georgia is just $50,000.) Since 2000, the district has been more or less owned by Republicans, with Johnny Isaakson (now one of Georgia's U.S. Senators) and Tom Price (now the U.S. Health Secretary) being the only two men to represent the district over the last 16 years.

 So, yeah, basically, it's been totally unwinnable RINO territory for liberals. That is, until this year, when this young up-and-comer named Jon Ossoff entered the race as a democratic challenger and actually won 48 percent of the vote - thus, facilitating a runoff against leading republican challenger Karen Handel on June 20. 

 We'll get back to the specific candidates in just a bit. But first, we've got to talk about the national resonance of this particular election, which is apparently is so strategically important that even the fuckin' President of the United States is tweeting about it. 

 Now, it's kinda funny that nobody gave a shit about the 6th district until recently. Remember, I lived and worked in the damn place for the better part of a decade, and nobody anywhere considered it a nationally significant congressional district. But all of a sudden, the fact that a dimmicrat might actually win the whole kit and caboodle has all them politicos in D.C. in a tizzy. After all, this is solid red clay Republican soil, and the idea of some lanky liberal coming in there and wresting the territory away from the conservatives just HAS to be a proxy referendum on Trump and a sign that the rural hoi polli are finally shying away from the G.O.P., right? 

 Don't believe the narrative, kids. The way the national media has spun it, you'd think Georgia's 6th congressional district was home to NOTHING but MAGA-hat-wearing N.R.A. members with 17 different rebel flags on their trucks. Well, take it from somebody whose actually paid taxes in the district - that ain't the kind of "deep south" we're talking about here. 

 Georgia's 6th district is basically a lily-white suburban stronghold, predominantly populated by out-of-region transplants. These aren't guys named Clem and Cletus who work on trucks for a living and spit tobacco on their kitchen floor. The aggregate 6th district voter is some guy named Chad or Gerald, who works as a financial planner or I.T. specialist for one of them big tech firms in Atlanta. He drives an Audi, he has 2.3 kids, and he was probably born in Pennsylvania or New Jersey. If by some chance he actually was born in the region, he almost certainly went to a big name SEC school and his family's wealth can probably be tied to owning a plantation at some point in their bloodline. Yes, he's more likely to vote republican than democrat, but he's anything but a populist. He's a firm believer in status quo, establishment conservative politics and he probably jacks off thinking about open trade and globalization when his wife is shopping at the latest and greatest "mixed use development" shopping behemoth. He probably doesn't own a gun, but he's in bed with Ted Cruz and Jeb Bush and Marco Rubio and the rest of their ilk because they'll keep his taxes relatively low and provide him plenty of opportunities to offshore or outsource jobs to guys named Habib instead of paying a local worker to do the same job at double the cost. 

 So, in other words, most of the voters in the district are what we would call "elitists." They've got money, they've got wealth, they've got retirement plans and they're every bit as entitled and class-conscious as your average first-year liberal arts college social justice warrior. In that, it makes sense that so many of 'em would jump ship from the post-Trump G.O.P. and its populism uber alles message to the dimmicrats, whose anti-economic-nationalism platform is actually more attuned to their own financial wants than the republicans.

 Then again, you might be wondering how some scrawny, Jewish, 30-year-old kid with a Brillo Pad haircut who's never held any kind of public office before could have ever been catapulted to take over Georgia's 6th congressional to being with. Well, there's a simple answer for that one: because a whole hell of a lot of democrats from out of Georgia are bankrolling him.

 As in, the guy's received more than $8.3 million from liberal sympathizers, and just 5 percent of it came from in-state donors.  Irony of ironies, he doesn't even live in Georgia's 6th district and not only did he attend college out of state, he attended it out of country at the London School of Economics. 

 Basically, he's the very definition of a neo-carpetbagger. He's LITERALLY being funded by democratic elites from the northeast and west coast to impose their political ideals on Georgia's native born (you know, the few left in the district who haven't been displaced by U.N.-approved ethnic cleansing "resettlement projects" and socially-engineered migration "cultural enrichment" programs.) His campaign is basically a putsch to enforce alien rule on a nominally sovereign community simply for the sake of bolstering the dimmicrats' voting power in congress. He has no idea what the needs of the community are and he doesn't care. He's just there as a liberal puppet, another warm ass in a seat in D.C. to help the dimmicrat agenda.

 It's not surprising the attack ads against him have focused on that - something he hasn't even tried to refute in his own campaign clips. In one of the greatest things I've ever seen in my life, one anti-Ossoff ad brilliantly shows a whole bunch of stereotypical San Fran liberals talking at length about how happy they are to see Ossoff running in Georgia, complete with hippie chicks talking about how glad they are to see military spending cut because, in her words, "ISIS is overrated." There's also another good 'un showing Ossoff dressed up like Han Solo in college that busts his balls so hard that it's pretty much a guarantee that he's going to be pissing dust for the rest of his life. Needless to say, you need to see both of these things right fucking now:

The problem is, his opponent - 55-year-old, approximately 300-pound MIL-to-definitely-not-F Karen Handel - is every bit is annoying and full of dookie. If Ossoff is your dime-a-dozen liberal turd, Handel is the all-too-predictable republican counter-shit in the other stall that's just as damn stanky. 

Although Handel does have some experience in public office, it's not like her track record is that impressive. She's been Georgia's secretary of state and a member of the Fulton County Board of Commissioners, and before that, she was a veep of public policy for the Susan G. Komen for the Cure "charity" until they decided to start giving money to Planned Parenthood (she even wrote a book about it, but fuck it, nobody's got time to slog through that mess.) She also ran for the U.S. Senate in 2014 but (obviously) lost. She also ran for governor in 2010, but lost there, too. Basically, Handel is a bitch that loses a lot, but because she has kind of a brand name, the Republicans keep propping her up as *their-girl*. So basically, she's kinda' like John McCain, except I'd prolly have an easier time fucking him than her wrinkled, flabby, whale-hipped ass. 

As for the Ossoff counter-attack, they're basically saying she's a self-centered fat whore who spends taxpayer dollars on chairs and her own SUV and that she would - and this is a direct quote from one of the commercials - "fit right in in Washington." Of course, the Ossoff campaign never mulled the idea that if D.C. is a haven for self-serving turdwads, what does it mean when THEIR candidate wants to go there so much - but hey, by now, nobody expects consistency or logic in politics, especially down here in Georgia. 

Now right here I could give you a quick rundown on where the two candidates stand on issues like health care, military spending and the economy, but a.) you already know what they're going to think based on their political affiliations and b.) like you'd give a fuck, anyway. I'd like to say one of them is the lesser of two evils, but here, each candidate is especially annoying and irritating in their own unique way. Ossoff is literally there just to shoot down everything the Republicans propose in Congress (and possibly social engineer even more native Georgian jobs out of the market to appease his liberal bed buddies), and Handel is just a hammy Republican broad that brings nothing to the table and is going to swallow whatever crap the rest of the Republicans in Congress shat out without ever giving it a second guess.

The sad thing you realize with this runoff is that the concerns of the people who actually live in the area the candidates are representing is literally the least important thing in the minds of either Ossoff the Jack-Off or Karen (the floor can barely) Handel (her weight anymore.) This isn't about giving native Georgians their voice in federal policymaking, it's about the republicunts and demofags marching into our backyard and shoving these two dildo queens in front of us and telling us we need to vote for one of 'em because they'll help carry the red or blue flag of the Great Ongoing Political Culture War in that big old Thunderdome in D.C.

I know it's a drum I've been banging for a long time, but shouldn't we be doing shit truly democratically instead of this Mandaean "representative" bull crap? There's 700,000 people currently residing in Georgia's 6th district, and instead of leaving it up to old Brillo-pad-head or Thunder-thighs, why can't they directly vote in federal referendums? Shit, we don't even need senators or congressmen - every month, we'll just march on down to the polling precinct and pick apart the a'la carte legislative issues and let it come down to good old fashioned majority rules democracy. If we just have to have senators and congresspeople, at least limit their ability to make decisions. Sure, we'll vote you in to make laws on our behalf, but before any of that shit is official let the VERY PEOPLE YOU ARE REPRESENTING have the final say on what Capitol Hill is pushing through the sausage factory.

Representative democracy is, has and always will be a crock of shit, whether it's on the federal, state or local level. It ensures that party politics will always trump regional need, effectively signing away citizens' rights to lobby for their own interests. What we call "democracy" in the States is hardly anything more than an electoral war between dueling oligarchies, and nothing demonstrates the abject sadness of the system more than the two twats duking it out for control of Georgia's 6th district. 

So fuck Jon Ossoff, fuck Karen Handel, fuck everybody who's voting for either one of them and double fuck anybody who actually gave them campaign contributions. Neither Turd A nor Turd B is truly going to represent the hearts and minds of the people, and at the end of the day, absolutely nobody - regardless of their status as "elected official" - should be considered a proxy for your own voice.

Nobody - not no liberal democrat Jew or no fat ass republican she-beast - should lay claim to representing you on anything, and in that, no matter who wins on June 20, Georgia's 6th is hosed. Like thermonuclear war or Tic-Tac-Toe, the only responsible choice on Tuesday is to not vote at all, and if you run into anybody wearing one of those stupid "I'm a Georgia Voter" sticker, you have the Constitutional right to sock their shirt over their head and give 'em a Terry Funk piledriver. 

Every ballot cast - whether it's for a municipal city council seat or President of the goddamn United States - is a vote for politics as is and a ringing endorsement for elitism uber alles. "Representative democracy" is a scam, a scheme, a ruse and a shakedown, and anybody who's proud to forfeit their right to home rule direct democracy in order to promote some counterfeit political savior and his or her dogmatic devotion to the party line ought to be ashamed of themselves.

And the fact that human sanitary napkins like Ossoff and Handel are deemed good enough to represent the public in federal policymaking should tell you all you need to know about the utter futility of politics in these United States, don't it?

Thursday, August 4, 2016

Addressing the Magical 'N-Word'

A few suggestions to perhaps lessen the linguistic impact of the most taboo word in the English language. 


By: Jimbo X
JimboXAmerican@gmail.com
@Jimbo__X

Back in the medieval days, people used to freak out over this thing called a tritone. You know that song “Black Sabbath,” by the band Black Sabbath, off the album Black Sabbath? Well, that whole song is basically a five minute long tritone. And back in the Dark Ages, people thought it was some kind of magical note that literally conjured up evil spirits when performed. 

Of course, we are a smarter, wiser and much more scientifically-inclined species than we were 500 years ago, and we’ve long abandoned such silly, superstitious and frankly – stupid – ideas about certain sounds being able to summon the forces of darkness.

Well, with one glaring exception. 

Now folks, I don’t know if you are aware of it, but apparently, there is this one very, very special word in the English language that has supernatural powers. In fact, it’s such a mightily evil term that not only are you not allowed to say it, you better not even think it, unless you are mulling how ungodly terrible it is. And even then, you better not even imagine stringing all the letters together in such a way you can hear both syllables in the inner monologue in your brain. Not even.

We all know what word I am talking about. Of course, it being a horrific curse word that LITERALLY has the ability to summon Ku Klux Klansmen out of hell mouths in the Great Plains, we will refuse to address it by its full six-letter nomenclature. Alas, for the sake of simplicity, we will henceforward refer to this term by the euphemism "Nukie" - in honor of the much maligned 1980s E.T. clone - if only because it phonetically sounds like the actual word no one is ever allowed to say ever, for any reason. And also, because substituting the unholy word with an obscure, tongue-in-cheek disempowering referential point could go a long way in changing the constructional connotation of said unholy word, but we'll get to that just a little bit later. 

Before we get into finding ways to "dismantle" the verbal and literary force of the prejudicial slur "Nukie," we must first delve into why "Nukie" is considered by the totality of U.S. society to be such a foul and unthinkable word. 

 Now, in 2002 a legal scholar named Randall Kennedy penned a pretty thorough book describing the etymology of the term "Nukie." In his own words, he determined that the word is used in such "a rich panoply of contexts" that it's hard to come to a single concrete definition of what the term is supposed to imply. Regardless, he said "Nukie" has - historically - been used as pejorative meant to demean and belittle people based on their purported genetic, cognitive and moral inferiority. 

 Now this is where the discussion gets interesting. While historically the term "Nukie" has been used to describe allegedly intrinsic attributes of a person (even if they were unabashedly superficial and oftentimes scientifically incorrect), some have made the argument that the term "Nukie" in modern discourse refers not to one's supposedly innate features - thus, giving them a linguistic shackle they can never free themselves from - but rather, is a derogatory term meant to criticize and condemn one's actions. Lest we forget the philosophical musings of renowned sociologist and demographer Christopher Rock, whose hypothesis regarding "Nukie" as a behavioral descriptor remains among the most heavily cited in all branches of the social sciences. 

 Adding even more intrigue to the "Nukie" dilemma is the argument that the word has been "reclaimed" as a positive social identifier, and to some capacity, now represents a term of endearment used to symbolize closeness, trust and reverence. Of course, the big variable there is that this reclaimed "Nukie" - most frequently stylized as "Nuka'" and almost always pronounced in such a way to omit the "er" suffix - is almost exclusively referenced as a positive term when the word is used by African-American individuals to celebrate other African-Americans. No matter how much respect or admiration is meant, it is almost universally considered offensive for a member of any other reductionistic, arbitrarily-defined racial group to express the stylized "Nukie," especially in the presence of African-Americans and doubly-especially if said "Nukie" is directly addressed to a specific African-American individual. 

 So what we have now is an incredibly complex hydra of a word, whose concrete meaning is cleaved by two contradictory definitions, which are further complicated by the contextual circumstances of both why the term is being said and who it is, exactly, who is using the term. Nonetheless, the word remains far and away the most controversial term in the English language, having reached an unparalleled place in the American lexicon that not even the famed "seven words you can't say on television" ascended (or descended) to. Beyond a "forbidden" word, it is viewed as form of true verbal assault, representing not just a linguistic attack in the eyes of most U.S. inhabitants, but a bona fide physical one. To call an individual a "Nukie" isn't just an attempt to belittle him or her, it is considered practically a vocal stabbing - the very act is as unconscionable as literally jamming a blade into the flesh of another human being, and as a result, we consider the amount of tangible harm intended and sustained virtually the same. To many, many people, saying "Nukie" is much more than an insult - it quite literally constitutes a form of physical battery and is a felonious hate crime on par with lighting a cross on someone's front yard. Actually, it is far worse than that; the latter is a mere property crime, wheres calling someone a "Nukie" is a legit form of interpersonal violence, no different than gang attacking them, spray painting their genitals and attempting to douse them in kerosene and set them ablaze. 

With that in mind, it's not surprising at all that some people want to keep the word cloaked in secrecy, as if it was the modern English equivalent of spouting Voldermort's name. The problem there, of course, is two-fold. For one, the term "Nukie" is by no means a "secretive" term - everyone and their mother has heard it and they know very well the linguistic power it conveys. The secondary problem, however, is a bit more nuanced. By making the word so utterly taboo - to the point that even mainstream media outlets only refer to it with a series of asterisks - we are indeed empowering the term. It sounds contradictory, but by framing "Nukie" as some all-powerful curse word with virtually metaphysical properties, all we are really doing is reinforcing the strength of the slur. Instead of watering it down to make it less impactful, we seem strangely obsessed with maintaining the term's unholy power. 

Seeing as how words are simply an arrangement of letters, their real power isn't concrete, but constructed. If enough people agree on a uniform definition or connotation, pretty much any word can be re-construed to mean something entirely different. Go ahead, reach into the never-ending drawer of sexual euphemisms - your hoes, your screws, your humps, etc. - for validation of such. If society truly wanted to de-power "Nukie," there is nothing stopping us. Indeed, there's more than one way to take the piss and vinegar out of the term, thanks to this little thing called "semantic satiation."

Do you ever get a random word stuck in your head, and after saying it aloud a couple of times, it stops sounding like a real word? Go ahead, say the word "buttercup" over and over again for a minute. I guarantee you by the 61st second, instead of processing "buttercup" as dewy flower, you can only think of it as a weird clashing of hard "t" and "p" sounds (we call them plosives, if anybody every asks you.) Well, theoretically, all of society could do the very same thing with "Nukie" - if we completely dismantled the core definition of the term and supplied it with a new concrete (not contextual) meaning, the much-loathed word would be robbed of all of its hateful, bigoted power. 

Perhaps the best way to sap "Nukie" of its linguistic force is some good old fashioned systematic desensitization. If you hear the term enough - and used across a wide spectrum of contextual situations - it becomes impossible to interpret the term under one singular, highly-specific connotation. By making it a mundane word with so many different potential meanings instead of some verboten term with a very direct meaning, you can slowly but surely strip the negative connotations of the word from the realm of social consciousness. 

For example, what if someone made a movie called "Nukie: The Motion Picture," which featured actors and actresses of all ethnoracial backgrounds saying nothing but the term "Nukie" over and over again for an hour and a half? You could have one vignette featuring a white couple in a loving embrace, cuddling and cooing lingering, syrupy "Nukies" at each other, followed up by a scene of a Hispanic man shouting "Nukie" as a general expression of outrage over a malfunctioning blender. Hell, maybe you could include a scene where an Asian man teaches his child the names of assorted vegetables, all of which he describes as "Nukie" in various, fluctuating vocal modulations, followed by a scene of black kids playing a heated game of street hoops and using the term "Nukie" to describe everything from time-outs to what kind of shoes they're wearing. And for the kicker, it could conclude with a KKK rally; after a grand wizard screams "Nukie" over and over again while pointing at a photograph of a spotted tabby, a Barack Obama-impersonator could walk onscreen, shake his head and call them "Nukies" before the whole flick fades to (fittingly enough) black. After hearing 90 minutes of completely contextual "Nukies" uttered at least a thousand times, you'd have to have the cognitive will of a KGB super-spy to still cull any sort of core meaning out of the word, at least for an hour or so.

 It's a strategy we know as an evidenced based psychosocial engineering tool would work. The thing is, as hurtful and destructive and enraging as the word is, a lot of us - a staggeringly large number who are black - don't want to let go of the word. Instead of allowing the wound to heal, we keep ripping open the scab with our teeth yet still act surprised to see  blood start pouring out of the perforation. A ton of people still want to keep the term "Nukie" and its core negative connotation pertaining to black individuals alive, perhaps as some sort of linguistic remnant of the bad old days of unabashed, codified white supremacy. As much as we collectively loathe the term, for reasons that still aren't 100 percent explicable, we don't want to leave behind the word's historical connotations, either. 

If we don't want to reduce the linguistic harm of the term by definitionally obfuscating it Bunuel and Dali-style, perhaps we could reduce the narrowly tailored prejudice of "Nukie" by expanding its core implications as a behavioral slur to people of all colors and creeds? After all, turning "Nukie" into a color-blind insult to describe individuals who engage in irritating, unmindful, cretinous, oafish or (ironically) intolerant conduct - no matter if they are African-American, Czechoslovakian, Taiwanese or Palestinian - would effectively erase its intrinsic "value" as a pejorative, ultimately making it as toothless as general put-downs like "jerk" and "asshole." Indeed, the term to some extent already has become a ethnoracial-neutral term of condemnation: lest we forget the immortal words of Gin Rummy in that one episode of The Boondocks, "I don't mean [Nukie] in a disrespectful way, I mean it as a general term for ignorant motherfuckers ... anybody of any race can be an ignorant motherfucker." 

As elementary as it may sound, perhaps the easiest way to overcome the dreadful specter of both historical and contemporary bigotry is to use the old "I am rubber, you are glue" approach. If a skinhead or Stormfront forum member calls a more melanated individual a racially-based slur a'la "Nukie," maybe the best thing to do isn't to take extreme offense to the declaration and demand the offender apologize for the Atlantic Slave Trade (which, according to Newton's Third Law of Motion, would prompt at least half of the tertiary parties involved to get outraged at the person experiencing outrage for insisting they should replace their own emotions and perspectives with theirs.) If you want to "disempower" the term, you first have to a.) reject its own power over you as an individual and b.) find a way to redirect whatever malicious intent the term implies back to the speaker of said slur. The second part has kind of been implemented - indeed, being socially recognized as a "racist" in contemporary American culture is considered by many to be a fate worse than being accused of molesting your own children - but collectively, we just haven't been able to nail down the requisite part a.

Shaming people under the auspices of some mandatory neo-neo-liberal ideology has only intensified racial animosity, deterred nuanced public debate and driven legitimate racists deeper underground into the anonymous pockets of the Internet. Meanwhile, claiming the metaphysical ability to detect undercurrents of subtextual racism in clearly non-racist actions or statements only serves to make people dislike racially-cognizant activists and lobbyists even more. By constantly chiding and condemning and criticizing people for intentional or unintentional displays of racial bigotry - be those utterances malicious by design or as innocuous as a butterfly's fart - the expressive power of terms like "Nukie" can only grow stronger. Instead of trying to fan out the conflagration of verbal prejudice, we keep throwing chunks of gasoline soaked rubber on the campfire, shaking our heads and crying to the skies "why, oh why, won't racism go away?"

If some bigoted old honky calls a black person a "Nukie," the most effective reply probably isn't crying, calling Al Sharpton, tweeting about it nine million times (with its own vanity hashtag, no less) and holding a community rally to fight the incorporeal menace of "racism" three days later. In fact, that's probably the BEST way to embolden legit racists, because like all hateful people, they get off on watching others suffer and feeling like they have any sort of power over another human being. Really, the best way to defuse those kind of scenarios - and really, to defeat racially prejudiced language altogether - is to simply reject the linguistic and literary force of the offensive terms. It's kind of like Freddy Kruger in the first Elm Street movie - it can only hurt you if you really believe in it. If you want to kill "Nukie" as a pejorative, having literal funerals for words ain't the way to do it. You've got to make a conscious, concentrated effort to NOT be offended by the term, then turn around and make it something the racists have to wear themselves. And what better way to disempower the term AND royally piss off real racists than by subverting their preferred ethnoracial slur to describe them? That's right, it's time we started turning around and calling neo-Confederates and skinheads and David Duke-esque white nationalists "Nukies," themselves. Just over and over again, every time they use the word to demean individuals of color, we fire back by calling them the "real Nukies." It's verbal jiu-jitsu at its finest; taking a discriminatory phrase, rebranding it as a derogatory term to describe the people who use it most frequently as insults, and throwing it right back into their faces like a ricocheting racquetball. "Hey, you see that Klansman over there? God, what an annoying little 'Nukie,'" In a way, it's downright beautiful, ain't it?

 Of course, before we even get to that point, we have to socially agree to stop feeding the proverbial beast. To officially "kill" the dreaded "n-word," that means we have to strip it of its bizarre, perversely reverential status as a curse word. We have to stop treating it like it's some sort of mystical incantation with supernatural properties, and instead view it - as terse and hurtful it may be - as just another collection of letters with arbitrary, context-specific meanings. But above all, to "de-power" that most unholy and taboo word, we have to stop investing so much time and energy into it. That means choosing to ignore it and refusing to buy into its' intrinsic "value" as a slur. As our good homosexual pal Ludwig Wittgenstein said way back in the day, words only have merit if people collectively decide they should, and the same way we collectively "empowered" the slur "Nukie" 200 years ago, we can collectively disempower the phrase today by recasting what it is, precisely, that it references. Language, after all, is a social construct, and there's nothing stopping society from reconstructing the verbal artifacts we inherited. 

 Alas, both critics and proponents of using the term "Nukie" as an ethnoracial descriptor just don't seem like they want to move on. It's almost like both sides want to keep the hyper-polarizing pejorative around, as a kind of weapon of mass destruction that benefits them and lambastes their sociopolitical rivals at the same time. Racists and anti-racists both want to keep "Nukie" alive and thriving, almost as if its survival embodies a linguistic form of "mutually assured destruction." It's mere existence is like some kind of literary life support mechanism, which ensures a contentious debate about race relations in the U.S. never, ever dies down - and, of course, never becomes tempered by that most unwanted guest, reasonable debate. 

 Now, will anybody take the advice laid out here and run with it? Eh, probably not, for all the reasons I stated in the above paragraph. Alas, if marketing psychology has taught us anything, it's that mindsets can be created, language can be reshaped and historical contexts can be revised to fall more in line with contemporary mores and values. 

 Simply put, we can change the debate about "Nukie" literally anytime we want ... that is, if we actually make the conscious, coordinated efforts to actually move towards post-racialism instead of looking for any and all excuses to default into identity politics whenever it behooves us. Alas, despite having all the resources in front of us to wipe "Nukie" off the face off the earth, lamentably, we've all decided to keep hanging on to it; funny how a society that allegedly despises the term absolutely refuses to let it fade from memory, no? 

Saturday, February 6, 2016

This Week in Social Justice Warrior-dom

A fond look back at all the things that had ultra-P.C. jihadists OUTRAGED ... before they forget all about them in just a few days.

By: Jimbo X
JimboXAmerican@gmail.com
@Jimbo__X

In Europe, more fun with refugees ensues

 According to the BBC, approximately one million migrants and refugees of North African and Middle Eastern dissent entered Europe last year amidst the ongoing Syrian crisis. Alas, despite the hyper-socialist, ultra-multicultural continent initially patting itself on its back for rolling out the welcome mat to predominantly Muslim immigrants, not everybody is too happy with the sudden Islamic influx. Following the horrific Paris terror attack and reports of thousands of women across Germany being gang assaulted on New Year's Eve, anti-immigrant sentiment in the region is soaring, and clearly, the prospects of retaliatory right-wing violence is a MUCH greater concern than the waves of ghastly violence perpetrated by migrants that are already happening. So what is actually happening in Europe's multiculturalism-uber-alles paradise these days? Well, here's the short list:


Of course, that's just the tip of the iceberg. Considering how much the progressive-to-the-point-of-self-blinding media in Europe goes out of its way to make sure such incidents never make it to the front page or home page, I'd say it's pretty safe to assume that there's WAY more stuff like this happening throughout Europe. Alas, no matter how many brainwashed children behead people on camera and how many extremists plot to go on anti-Western murder rampages, native Europeans continue to look away, pretending their homeland isn't being torn asunder by people who hate their guts even after they were given a free-of-charge sanctuary. This is the world political correctness has created, folks: one where people would literally prefer death to being perceived as just the teeny-tiniest bit prejudiced.

Funny how every time the SJWs win, so does militant Islam, no?


Rappers prove they really are the most enlightened among us

In late January, Decatur, Ga.-based rapper B.O.B. - a ninth-grade dropout perhaps best known for his duet with that chick form Paramore - went on an all-night tweet-fest, in which he publicly touted his support of the flat-earth theory, denied the Apollo 11 moon landing ever took place and claimed that celebrities are actually being produced in human cloning facilities. Following a few ripostes from acclaimed astrophysicist and atheist propagandist Neil Degrasse Tyson, B.O.B. responded with a "diss track" referencing, among other things, freemason conspiracies, his own love of pot and why he believes others should read the works of notorious Holocaust denier David Irving. Not to be outdone, former teenage heroin slinger and probable murderer Chief Keef  has ruined the lives of three Minneapolis college students, who have been subjected to threats, vandalism and constant harassment after the esteemed lyricist tweeted an erroneous home address of someone who had irked him in a bout of online video gaming. 
Georgia is indeed the best of all possible states

Sometimes, I feel sorry for everybody who doesn't live in metro Atlanta, which unquestionably has best mix of batshit insane country crackers and ghetto sociopaths of any M.S.A. in the nation. Don't believe me? Just take a gander at what you outsiders missed out on over the last couple of days:


Ya'll come on down anytime you want, you hear!

A tale of two racially-motivated attacks

 On Feb. 1, hundreds gathered to protest the alleged assault of three African-American SUNY college students on an Albany city bus, at the hands of a dozen no-good, "n-word" spoutin' racist white folks. Alas, although Hilary Clinton tweeted her support for the students, video cameras on the bus - which, wouldn't you know it, just so happened to be equipped with audio capabilities - don't exactly back up the women's claims that they were assailed with a series of racial insults. Meanwhile, six black teenagers were arrested Jan. 28 for brutally mauling a white Metro passenger in a so-called "Wolf Pack" attack in D.C., with video evidence CLEARLY demonstrating their guilt. As it turns out, yet another "Wolf Pack" attack transpired later that very same day at a D.C. Metro station. Similar attacks, all involving young black people violently assaulting random white people, were recorded Jan. 15, Jan. 2, and Nov. 22. But be careful: as we all know, only racists make assumptions based on objective data and statistically-confirmed patterns. 
The womenfolk slam CDC for report discouraging alcohol consumption

 The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention recently released an advisory suggesting young women who are not on birth control who want to become pregnant (fun fact: 51 percent of all pregnancies in the U.S. are unplanned) should abstain from drinking, lest their unborn be saddled with the side effects of fetal alcohol syndrome - which, in case you didn't know, can result in children with severe cognitive impairments and physical deformations. Alas, a whole bunch of pseudo-feminists got their Victoria's Secret-purchased panties in a wad, with Salon's Mary Elizabeth Williams and The Atlantic's Olga Khazan and Julie Beck slamming the CDC for telling women what do with their bodies. And as for the bodies of those children who come out with swollen heads and severe retardation? How dare they tell their mother's what they can put inside themselves, especially those entitled misogynists displaying the IQ of a first-grader 43 years after their birth!
NBA team nixes Chinese New Year celebration so as to not offend African-Americans

On Feb. 1, several members of the Sacramento Kings - most notably, star center DeMarcus Cousins - convinced the higher-ups to pull plans for a free tee-shirt giveaway celebrating the Chinese New Year. The problem? The shirt, celebrating the year of the monkey, had a photograph of a monkey in the team's purple and black colors on it. Per Cousins, the shirt is offensive, because February is also Black History Month in the States, and in case you didn't know it, "monkey" is a popular, disparaging euphemism for African-Americans. Team president Chris Granger told The Sacramento Bee the woeful episode is further proof the entire dadgum organization is in dire need of sensitivity training. "In an effort to celebrate Chinese New Year, we had some concerns," he said. "Certainly, we don't want to offend anybody." Apparently not a concern for the Kings? Sacramento's Chinese-Americans, who were just told "fuck your way of life" so as to affirm the way of life for another minority. 

Popular club drug hailed as a "miracle cure" for depression ... despite hardly any evidence indicating it actually is

Sara Solovitch - an acclaimed "journalist" who is actually just paid huge sums of money by agenda-driven foundations to write shit that supports them and their interests - had the online "legalize everything" contingent whipped into a frenzy when a piece about the medical benefits of ketamine - aka, the party drug "Special K" - was published on virtually every news website in the world on Feb. 1. Per her dubious math, ketamine has been demonstrated to virtually vanquish depression in 75 percent of trial subjects. Left out of Solovitch's flowery praise of Special K as a psychiatric aid? The fact that only 200 people worldwide have ever participated in clinical trials involving ketamine as a treatment for depression. Furthermore, Colleen Loo of Australia's UNSW School of Medicine notes that the drug has never been tested in placebo-controlled trials, whatever benefits of the drug as a treatment against depression diminish in just a few days and long-term use risks include liver damage, bladder dysfunction and cognitive impairment. Once again, Solovitch's advocacy-journalism appears to be yet another attempt by the media to reinforce the idea that dissatisfaction with one's predicament is a disease instead of what it actually is, a temporary perspective. And instead of introspectively solving your own problems and moving forward, what's the solution? The same as it always is; pump yourself full of mind-altering chemicals, numb yourself to your own misery and never move on to being self-sufficient as a human being ... with pharmaceutical companies, naturally, profiting at every turn. 

The Intercept reporter makes up a year's worth of stories

 The latest to join a long-line of supposed "journalists" who made up bullshit to further their own political agenda is The Intercept's Juan Thompson, who was fired recently when his employer - one of those fly-by-night piece of shit social justice advocacy blogs masquerading as a real news site - revealed that he did a whole heck of a lot of lying in his articles. Among the highlights of Thompson's work? He made up a cousin who said Dylann Roof was inspired to shoot up Emanuel A.M.E. Zion Church last summer because of white power music and his girlfriend leaving him for a black man, completely fabricated a #BlackLivesMatter melee at a Donald Trump rally and invented a non-existent criminal justice professor for a story about the Ferguson, Missouri protests/riots. Thompson even went as far as making fake e-mail accounts for his editors to hide the fact that his stories were goddamn bogus; alas, despite this, The Intercept has yet to pull down any of his stories: instead, they are leaving them up for the page clicks ... I mean, to curate how seriously they take reporting deception.

D.C. bill would pay people to not commit crimes

Hey, would you like an extra $9,000 in your pocket each year? If one piece of legislation in the nation's capital (but just the city part of it, I am afraid) is approved, all you have to do is be one of 50 individuals deemed likely to engage in criminal activity who participates in a pilot program offering 9K a year - in addition to all of your other regularly scheduled entitlements - for simply proving their diversion program works by not committing any crimes. The program - tabbed at an unbelievable $25.6 million - is set for a council vote March 1. Interestingly, the program is modeled after a similar Bay Area program, whose program director swears up and down is responsible for San Francisco's downturn in gun homicides since 2010. Obviously, the entire thing is a long, drawn-out science project to "prove" that poverty is at the root of violent crime, but turnabout is fair play: what in the hell does that say about your constituents when you need to give them financial rewards to stop them from killing one another?
A vulgar display of (white) power? 

 Phil Anselmo, one-time Pantera frontman, has been effectively blacklisted from the heavy metal community following a drunken performance at a Jan. 22 L.A.  event celebrating the life of deceased guitarist Dimebag Darrell. Anselmo was recorded shouting "white power" and doing a Nazi salute, immediately drawing the ire of fellow metal musicians Rob Flynn of Machine Head, Scott Ian of Anthrax and Sebastian Bach of Skid Row, all demanding he be publicly condemned. His band Down has already been booted off a Dutch rock festival, and more than 1,000 fans have signed an online petition urging his removal from the upcoming Download Festival. Metal Sucks co-founder Axl Rosenberg (one guess what his ethnicity is!) published a long screed on his website decrying Anselmo for what he perceives is a career filled with crypto-racist behavior, ultimately determining that all of his fellow metal fans are "cowards" for not crucifying Anselmo for his thoughtcrimes. Seeing as how heavy metal fans have for decades celebrated music praising devil worship, rape, mass murder, cannibalism, torture, the Holocaust and necrophilia, that Anselmo's three-second antics is what constitutes "too much" certainly validates Mr. Rosenberg's assertion: one way or another, today's metal fans are, indeed, cowards. 
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