OooooooooooooooooooooKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! I've been away a while, mostly putting out entries for the fine folks over at ProblematicPeople.com. That be Wooly and Mr. Bumblebee in case you be slow. Wooly and Mr. Bumblebee are swell folks. I disagree with them on a lot of things, such as the specifics of minimum wage hikes, policing and order in general, abortion, and humanity in general.
Now, what do I mean by those last cryptic three words? I mean that the Bumblebees, being of the younger generation, are actually nice people, kind-hearted people who genuinely do care about humanity and who actually do want to make the world a better place for humanity. I, on the other hand, am not young. I am a very well-known huge fan of Alexander Hamilton, Otto Graf von Bismarck and realpolitik. Realpolitik, you see, says that humans have interests, and these interests predominate over things like ideals, causes, logic, rationality, ethics and the rest of it. You don't believe me? OK. read Plutarch's Lives, and Niccolò Machiavelli's The Prince. Both of these predate August von Rochau's coining of the term "realpolitik" by centuries, but both are case studies in realpolitik. Now, look at the course of history, and ask yourself "Has the history of world events been dominated more by men of ideals like Cromwell, William III, General George Washington or Bill McKinely, or has the history of world events actually been far more dominated by self-promoters like Aaron Burr, John C. Calhoun, Roscoe Conkling, Martin Bormann, the late and entirely unlamented Ian Paisley and John McCain?" You will see that the latter is the case. You will also see that the truly gifted people in history, like Alexander Hamilton, Henry Clay, Otto Graf von Bismarck and Robert A. Taft, are the ones who can balance out self interest with external interests. It is no use trying to be like Cromwell, William III, General Washington or Bill McKinely. They all were one in a million. At the same time, everyone has a tendency towards being like Aaron Burr and Martin Bormann. The best we can hope and strive for is to be as close to Alexander Hamilton and Otto Graf von Bismarck as we can.
So, those last three cryptic words of the penultimate paragraph explained and out of the way, let me get back to the Bumblebees. Yes, we disagree on a lot of things. But they are still swell people. They do not rip me a new asshole because I disagree with them. You will notice I say "asshole" here while I try to avoid that kind of language over at ProblematicPeople.com. The reason for that is that I am a guest over at ProblematicPeople.com, while, over here, I am in my own shithole. I was learned very young that, when you are a guest at someone else's place, you do not proceed to immediately walk in, drop trou and vacate bowels and bladder. But that's just me, and what do I know? I am an old man after all. But, back to the point, which is that the Bumblebees do not regard disagreement as a casus belli. That makes them damn near unique them days. Let me explain why.
You see, we are going to do this in what Tommy Sotomayor calls "New York Style," on account of I am going to talk about a situation which was recently resolved involving friends of mine wherein all parties to the dispute agreed to not mention each other's names ever again. Now, I was not a party to this dispute. In fact, I only got the full skinny on what was going on just a little while back, several days after resolution. I am happy there was resolution, but, seeing as friends of mine were involved, I am still wound up that things was done to them--most particularly about the fact that threats were made against them and their loved ones. I condemn threats of physical violence against anyone, and against anyone's loved ones who are not a party to the dispute in question, in the strongest terms possible, which are as follows. ONLY SCUM LIKE SINN FEIN/IRA THREATEN PHYSICAL VIOLENCE AGAINST OPPONENTS' LOVED ONES!
You see, there are a lot of Mary Sunshines around going top-of-the-pops throwing slick disses all over the Intar-Webs about people they disagree with. Not arguments about the disagreements per se, you understand, just slick disses like you get from little bitches with no imagination. Nothing of substance, just ragging on about personal things about people they disagree with. Now, you see, Mary Sunshines doing this would hardly attract my notice in the first place. For one thing, as the great, legendary, one and only Eli Cross has long ago pointed on several occasions, every time you are about to step into the house from walking in a cow pasture, you wipe and scrape off the bottom of your boots things that are infinitely more valuable than a Mary Sunshine. So, no, it ain't the Mary Sunshines whacking themselves off into a pathetic little, nanolitre-worth of a collective orgasm that has me wound up.
No, what has me wound up is that on one of the Mary Sunshine gossip shows, someone who was, and extremely recently at that, taken under the wings of my friends, got signal boosted by my friends, got more brand recognition because of my friends, had to jump in and join the dissing of my friends, kinda like those two little jilted bitches David Stockman and Alexander Haig, given jobs by Ronald Reagan in his first administration, didn't like the way Reagan rolled, rage-quit his administration and then turned right around to shit out juicy, salacious, tell-all packets of feces sandwiched between two covers and marketed at Barnes and Noble regarding their time with Reagan. I mean, it is not as if this person, who we will call "Ettubrutus," did not have a forum to air out disagreements with my friends, who have an open forum where Ettubrutus and others could publicly say they disagreed with my friends.
It is not that Ettubrutus disagreed with my friends, who have no problem at all with disagreement. It is that Ettubrutus, on the Mary Sunshine show, joined in on the slick disses at my friends, making all kinds of remarks about my friends' emotional status based on one little blow-up, despite all the actual participants to this blow-up having openly declared that they resolved it between themselves and that, as soon as that resolution had been reached--as in hours after said blow-up first, well, blew-up--everything was kosher again, everyone was kosher with everyone else.
Now, a few words concerning about blow-ups in general. The Mary Sunshines in question and Ettubrutus, you see, being young, naive and generally historically illiterate about things that happened not even a decade ago in public, are all reacting as if this blow-up was the FIRST EVER BLOW-UP IN ALL OF RECORDED HUMAN HISTORY, as if it was the hottest new invention since sliced ka-ka. Well, ya learn something every day, and, if the Mary Sunshines in question and Ettubrutus can clear the ka-ka out of their ears and eyes, or plain just shut their pieholes long enough to listen, they will learn that blow-ups between good friends and people who love each other have been going on since there have been humans. Specifically, as anyone familiar with the production of The 8th Day--belay that, anyone who has looked at the BTS interviews of The 8th Day--knows, there was a massive, mother of all blow-ups on the set of The 8th Day, one that sent chills through all involved, cast and crew alike. Despite this mother of all blow-ups, all involved, cast and crew alike, managed to ruck up and see the exercise through, which resulted in The 8th Day winning several AVN's, including best picture (best video, actually) and best in the category the was the epicentre of the blow-out. That, ladies and greaseballs, is what we used to call professionalism back in the day. People who are on the same team can ream each other out in the harshest of manners possible...and then gear up back again to complete the job. Yeah, an alien concept to most, I know. But it happens, and it works. More people should try it. They might even like it.
And, just to show you that The 8th Day blow-out was not a one-shot, freak of fucking nature oddity, here is another bit of professionalism in action. As anyone who has read enough of me here or over at ProblematicPeople.com knows, I am a huuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUggggge fan of Eli Cross and Kylie Ireland, from when they had The Kylie Ireland Show podcast a decade ago. As anyone who knows anything about the adult industry--as in, anyone who is not either a mere end-user or a social justice jihadist/boyosphere demographic supremacist who uses the adult industry as a whipping boy to get their agenda across--knows, Mr. Cross and Ms. Ireland are no longer a couple. Indeed, Ms. Ireland has been married to Andy Appleton, Englishman, former club manager and set designer, for some years now. Was the split heart-rending? You betcha! It was heart-rending even for all of us who look up to Mr. Cross and Ms. Ireland to know that these two wonderful people were in any way unhappy, although nowhere near as heart-rending as it was for them.
Now, what did you NOT see Mr. Cross and Ms. Ireland do during the split (which was well before Whinestain/AHF's 2012 Measure B and the 2013 HIV scare made virtually everyone in the industry realise that they were under existential threat and that they should thus keep beefs OFF social media)? You did NOT see Mr. Cross and Ms. Ireland take to Myspace, Twitter and all the rest of it and rip into each other for all the world to see. Sure, they posted vague, allusive remarks that things were sad, but they did not do the usual (for the pre-2012 era) industry peeps thing and air each decibel of their acrimony on all wavelengths for all the world to know about. Mr. Cross and Ms. Ireland, you see, are professional like that. They know these things are painful and heart rending, and they know these things happen. They also know how to ruck up and get back to being professional after these things happen, hence all their post-split shared AVNs for all the Axel Braun parody films and for Wicked.
That, ladies and greaseballs, Mary Sunshines and Ettubrutuses of the world, is how professionals deal with blow-ups. They ream each other out in private, then get back to work. Learn and inwardly digest. It may do you some good. It will certainly do the rest of the world some good.
So, back to the Mary Sunshines and the Ettubrutus in question. Like I said, they were making like the blow-up in question was as unprecedented as the Tunguska Event. Not surprised that the Mary Sunshines were doing this. It is part of the job description for them. But I am disgusted that Ettubrutus willingly jumped in and opened sphincter all over the very same people who massively signal-boosted Ettubrutus. What is more, I am even more disgusted that Ettubrutus said my friends were "using SJW tactics." I heard that accusation before. Nearly a year ago to be precise, from the boyosphere when Jordan Owen did onto their participation in The Sarkeesian Effect what King Hussein did onto the PLO in 1970. So, when someone accuses someone who had done everything to help that first someone of "using SJW tactics" simply for disagreeing, I go to what Torq would call "personnel condition ONE, materials condition ZULU." And it is not just the fact that the boyosphere reacted this way to Jordan Owen that makes me do this. I remember how this kind of groupthink went down in living memory as well. All you have to do to find out what I am getting at is google "Lennoxville Massacre," but for thems who be of the tl/dr disposition/'tardination, I'll give you the short version.
In the late 1970's to mid 1980's, there was a war between major 1%er MCs across North America. Every full patch, bottom rocker, prospect/striker and associate was involved, and every full patch, bottom rocker, prospect/striker and associate was the mother of all paranoids. Within one particular jurisdiction of one particular MC, it was decided by a majority of chapters that, in view of the ongoing war, certain pleasures were to be abstained from. One chapter, however, dissented. This also happened to be the chapter which had done most of the heavy lifting in the jurisdiction in question during the war up to that point. So, the other chapters in that jurisdiction got together and said in their own "echo chamber" as Intar-Webheads of today are prone to say, that the one dissenting chapter was a liability, exposing the club to Brand-X, and thus had to be dealt with. The result was the Lennoxville Massacre.
The paranoia of the late 1970's to mid 1980's 1%er MCs is what poisons any putative unity among those who legitimately oppose social justice jihadism today. (When I say "legitimately," I most emphatically do not include the boyosphere, who are merely the opposite side of the same demographic supremacist coin as the social justice jihadists.) Opposition to social justice jihadism has taken on a bent Annakin Skywalker "Either you are with me or you are against me" attitude where dissent by itself is proof positive that you are covertly working with Brand-X.
Of recent months, I have refined my profile of social justice jihadism. I no longer blanketly include the entirety of feminism under the rubric of social justice jihadism, for the very simple reason that doing so would betray legitimate, moderate feminists like Jian Ghomeshi's defence counsel, Me. Marie Henein and Québec Minister For The Status Of Women Lise Thériault. This refinement is not a surprise to anyone who has read how I constantly talk about realpolitik. The problem is, when many anti-social justice jihadists/"anti-feminists" hear the last three syllables of "reapolitik," their square nanometre-sized kens--and the simplistic reaction algorithms that go along with having a square nanometre-sized ken--lead them only to things like presidential debates. In that way, a lot of anti-social justice jihadists/anti-feminists very closely resemble social justice jihadists in their willing ignorance.
One very clear indica of this willing ignorance is the fact that many anti-social justice jihadists/anti-feminists today insist that all of us who oppose the social justice jihadists remain completely, 100% doctrinally pure Parsifals who are consistent 24-7, 365 days a year. You know what thems of us who know a thing or two about history call people who are doctrinally pure and who are consistent 24-7, 365 days a year? We call these people the SS Totenkopfverbände (for thems who be slow, the SS Totenkopfverbände were Himmler's boys who were so fanatic that they ran the concentration camps and then charged directly at every enemy MG position and fought to the last bullet where intelligent Wehrmacht soldiers approached the latter two same situations with an aim to accomplishing the mission while still being militarily useful for future missions should their ossifers so need them.)
I oppose social justice jihadism and I always will be, since social justice jihadism runs directly against the Loyal Orange Institution's core principle of Equal Rights For All, Special Privileges For None, and since social justice jihadism is irreconcilable with that which inspired the US Bill of Rights, the Williamite Bill of Rights of 1689, ratified in blood the following year at the Boyne. But I am not a pure-hearted Parsifal, and I will not make myself into one for ANYONE! Then again, anyone who has read what I wrote for any length of time already knew that. I oppose social justice jihadism, I have, of late, applied realpolitik to try to find common ground with moderate feminists, but anyone with sense enough to pick up on those things I write about that fall largely outside the scope of discussions of social justice jihadism, of feminism and of libertarianism, will know that, on these aforementioned things, I do not even pretend to be scientific, objective, neutral, evidence based. I, in other words, am very clearly and unambiguously identified with a side as concerns these aforementioned things. I am NOT going to change that just to please the doctrinal Sanhedrin of the Intar-Webs anti-social justice jihadist movement. Come to think of it, I never much cared for movements except for bowel movements, to which I consider all other movements to be inferior. I may support a side, but I do not like being part of a movement.
"But, wait, wait! Hold-up!" you are saying, "What be them 'aforementioned things' thou hast just spake about?" I am not going to do your homework for you. Look through my entries here and over at ProblematicPeople.com, look at things I write that are not directly about social justice jihadism and feminism, and you will see certain things, certain themes, reoccur with a certain rhythm to their reoccurences. If what I write about other than social justice jihadism and feminism has you going "Huh? Whaddafuk did he just say?" USE FUCKING GOOGLE! It really is not that hard to figure out. If it is, forget whinging about social justice jihadism since you most likely cannot track the spoor of even your own eats.
Oh, and to Ettubrutus, in case you are reading this, yeah, we noticed you being top-of-the-pops on the Mary Sunshine show voiding yourself all over thems who helped to promote you. So, incidentally, has the rest of the Intar-Webs watching world. I heard tell there is a market for "shady." It is a niche market you will be right at home at. The non-"shady" market, where things like what you say, in an extremely public manner, about the persons of people who signal boosted you, may well be decidedly less propitious in future.