One of the reasons I am such a fan of Jordan Owen and Wooly Bumblebee, a superb artist in her own right who honchoes Anti-Intellectuals and who is also promoting this rad new site AkkadianTimes.com, is that both of them are willing to call out their own side when elements thereof stray into non-kosher territory. This was evident, in Mr. Owen's case, in the way he booted the manosphere mob who tried to divert his superb 2015 documentary The Sarkeesian Effect, which is the final word as far as discussing SJWs is concerned. In the case of Wooly, this was evident in how she called out both Laughing Witch and Thunderf00t for doxxing each other, and it is evident in how she criticises Julie Bindel at the very same time that she exposes Sargon and Kraut and Tea as wannabe Alan Moore fiction writers who vehemently pretend that their YouTubes fictions are anything but loosely, and often purely coincidentally, resemblant of reality.
I had Mr. Owen and Wooly on my mind after I saw the thoroughly cracking filim Trainspotting 2 recently. T2 has been out in the mother country for some months now. It only recently arrived in the colonies--or, I should specify, the fourth rate backwater abandoned colony that is Canada. Canada is a unique place. It has a state censor, the CRTC, which forces "Canadian content" pablum like the Trailer Park Bhoys, Company X, Schitz Creek and Corner Gas down the throats of everyone living here, only allowing quality foreign content like T2 in as a potenial desert after everyone here has swallowed the filthy, stinking Brussels sprouts that is "Canadian content." Now, I can see why the CRTC banned T2 from Canada for so long. T2 depicts exactly the same demographic as does Trailer Park Bhoys, Schitz Creek and Corner Gas, which is to say the Whiskey Tango demographic. The Whiskey Tango specifically displayed by T2 are all Hibs FC supporters, although three-quarters of them are extremely toned down in comparison to actual Hibs supporters, which was a necessary artistic compromise in order for T2 to remain the nice, family-friendly movie that it is. The CRTC banned T2 for so long for the exact same reason that the Montréal taxi cartel and its elected bitches, the Parti Québcois, want to declare Uber persona non grata, for the exact same reason that Sharia Law New Brunswick arrests anyone who violates its Wahhabist alcohol laws. That reason is that the CRTC, just like the Montréal taxi cartel and Wahhabist New Brunswick, just does not like competition. T2 shows some of the most vile species of Whiskey Tango known to taxonomists, the Hibs FC supporter. Even with that caveat, however, the average Hibs FC supporter is still demonstrably a step up from the average Canadian Whiskey Tango, which is why the CRTC and the turds behind Trailer Park Bhoys, Schitz Creek and Corner Gas are fertilising their drawers about having to compete with a class act like T2.
In the penultimate entry, I pointed out how, although I thoroughly love Michelle Dockery's "Letty Raines" In Good Behaviour and Walton Goggins' "Boyd Crowder" in Justified, I am acutely aware that both of these beloved characters are entirely fictional constructs, based on the fact that they are far more highly functional than all the real-life Whiskey Tango I have, and have had, the great misfortune of coming across. In this regard, three-quarters of the Whiskey Tango in T2--Mark, Spud and Sick Boy--far more closely resemble real-life Whiskey Tango, low-functioning habitual jakeys. In one scene, Mark and Sick Boy infiltrate a venue whose regulars and their activies quite accurately and beautifully represent my cultural milieu and then proceed to go after extremely low-hanging fruit, in sharp contrast to the elegance and sophistication routinely demonstrated by "Letty Raines" and "Boyd Crowder." (A side note, PSA to be derived from that scene: a) even when in home waters, make sure your damned wallet is secure, b) do not be FUCKING OBVIOUS when it comes to matters of basic security.) As is usual for Whiskey Tango--as in something you hardly ever see happening to "Letty Raines" and "Boyd Crowder,"--Mark and Sick Boy get nicked by the bouncer, who demands they prove their bona fides with song. It is thoroughly delicious how Mark and Sick Boy improvise, and my next big goal in life is going to be getting Mark's wee tune "By The Time It Was Over/1690" as my ringtone.
This is a lot of fun--for me at least--, but what does it have to do with calling out one's own side? The writer whose novels inspired the original Trainspotting two decades ago as well as T2--who also, going by the credits, was a significant element in the production of T2--is Irvine Welsh, a notorious supporter of the violent Hibs FC and of the SNP. Despite the fact that Welsh supports some of the worst scum on the planet, he, unlike Peter Mullan, at least has the intellectual honesty and the stones to call out his own side for what it is, pure scumbaggery. Peter Mullan, you see, makes a film about clerical sexual abuse, but, like Sargon of Akkad, goes total Harpo Marx on the rampant paedophilia at the equally Roman Catholic Septic FC. If Welsh were like Mullan, Sargon and Kraut and Tea, he would have poo-pooed his own side's scumbaggery and made a blatant hagiography along the lines of fellow SNP fanny-bawz Gerard Butler's odiously obvious glam puff piece/Septic FC hagiography/Two-Bob-Rocket of a filim Playing For Keeps.
Welsh did not. Not a damned one of the four main characters of T2 is in any way admirable. Mark introduced a minor to heroin, leading to said minor's death from AIDS. Sick Boy was so into filling himself with H that he ignored his non-breathing infant daughter, leading to her death. Spud is a habitual jakey who lost custody of his child and who cannot hold down a regular job.All three are scum, but they are scum-lite for Hibs FC supporters, a necessary deviation from reality to keep T2 family friendly. Robert Carlyle's vile thug Franco, on the other hand, is one hundred percent genuine as an accurate representative of standard issue Hibs support, as events last year amply demonstrate. Franco beats his common law wife, beats his son when his son refuses to follow in his footsteps and beats an innocent woman to try to extract information from her. Franco seems to be based on a mixture of the real-life pro-Sinn Fein William O'Donohue of the Catholic League--who scours the media looking for something to deem "anti-Catholic" as an excuse to let out his inner Franco--and on the real-life alt right race realist SF/IRA leader Gerry Adams.
I cannot say the same thing about Richard Dawkins of late. I still admire Dawkins for the fact that he, like Thunderf00t and Philip Moriarty, is one of the few professional scientists who can compose a coherent sentence and then compose another series of coherent sentences, each logically following the other. Once upon a time, Dawkins called for the arrest of the Pope. Today, Dawkins is, like Peter Mullan and Gerard Butler, shilling for the SNP. Now, Dawkins, like Sargon, lives in England, so one might be inclined to let this one pass on the grounds of ignorance. The problem with doing this is that, unlike "religion has no place in UK elections" Sargon, Dawkins very clearly and unambiguously declares in The God Delusion that he is fully aware of the situation in Glasgow. The fact that the SNP praised the late and unlamented Sinn Fein/IRA leader Martin McGuiness--who is, for all intents and purposes, the Pope without the white robes, in terms of religious fanaticism--cannot have escaped Dawkins' attention. Neither can the fact, as evinced below, that SNP caporegimes Alex Salmond and Nicola Sturgeon were very close friends of the Roman Catholic fundamentalist McGuiness.
Far from calling out the scumbaggery of his own side as Irvine Welsh does, Dawkins does exactly what the late and unlamented Ian Paisley did in 2007, which is to say go over to people he proclaimed to be the devil because it suits his political agenda. Dawkins' crude power politics gives immense credence and credibility to people who say "Thunderf00t should stick to science."
Life is surprising. People are surprising. Irvine Welsh, an open supporter of the thuggish Hibs FC and of the SNP, honestly points out the scumbaggery of his own side. Richard Dawkins blasts the Pope in one breath, then knowingly aligns himself with the Pope's KNOWN surrogates in the next in the name of his politics.