Showing posts with label non-conformity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label non-conformity. Show all posts

THE 'SPORTSBALL' SNEER


To make an allusion to a certain hairy-fairy poet of celebratory bombast and glorified deviancy (no, not Milo), every mass movement can be said to “contain multitudes.” Such a circumstance is inevitable, when one considers the fact that “mass” invariably equates to “massive”; when more people are added to a group, that which could be called the group’s essential core is in some way diluted by the result.

Thus, the would-be leaders of any burgeoning movement inevitably wind up imposing, or at least prescribing, with a heavy dollop of “extreme prejudice,” a certain top-down set of precepts or attitudes, to which those in the general herd (that is, the would-be underlings under these would-be leaders) feel a need to conform, lest they be ridiculed for the ridiculous gesture of standing alone with their hideously contrary views and looking like a bunch of uncool, uncouth, autistic fedora-clad goofballs who most assuredly never get laid. 

WHAT THE ALT-RIGHT MEANS TO ME (HILLARY CLINTON REMIX)

Alt-Right on her mind. 
Reports are that presidential candidate Hillary Clinton will soon publicly denounce the "alt-right" movement, as well as her opponent Donald Trump's alleged allegiance to this highly unsavory and deeply sinister gang of racists, misogynists, homophobes, anti-Semites, jackals, jackasses, jokers. and anime-porn masturbators.

WHAT THE ALT-RIGHT MEANS TO ME

Spot the true alt-righter in this crowd.


I recently posted a solo podcast called “AltRight Navel Gazing,” in which I expressed mild consternation and genial reproof over the proclivity of many alt-righters to bask in the newfound notoriety of the movement, as it continues to garner a degree of attention from the mainstream. (“Hey, look, guys, we’re being NOTICED!!! Ohboy ohboy ohboy, tomorrow really does belong to us…,” etc.)

This unseemly tendency to indulge in the promiscuous taking of online ideological-selfies has only been accentuated by the tribal triumphalism engaged in by many in the alt-right ranks surrounding the singularity of the Trump campaign. Though Trump-skeptical myself, I nevertheless understand and share in the general enjoyment that the totalitarian-oriented smelly little orthodoxies of our age are being heartily challenged, even if the man leading the charge is in all likelihood a egocentric opportunist (i.e., a politician).

CUCK YOU!

Don't be fooled; he's only out to cuck you, too.

Back in college, I spent two years in a dormitory called "Studio House," a residence hall for students with an interest in theater and the arts.

It wasn't anywhere near as faggy as it sounds, honest Injun.

The "Studio House" crowd, like most communities, developed its own distinctive lingo. Certain terms became hip and trendy, and caught on with nearly everyone. (I, however, was a consistently contrarian outlier on this front, being a curmudgeonly nonconforming grumpy old fogey even at the tender age of 19, albeit certainly vulnerable to manipulation in other ways.)