Intersectionality In A Nutshell

Trans activists, of the definitely not attention seeking whore variety, got buck naked and smeared paint on themselves before storming a gallery exhibition that was intended to document the Rhodes Must Fall movement. The activists are upset that only 3 out of 1000 images featured images of trans individuals, even tho that is actually a numerically accurate representation of the trans population, in terms of demographics.

Just check the looks on this guy’s face. This guy could be the poster child for an entire generation of white men standing on the outside of the modern social justice phenomenon and rolling their eyes at a bunch of entitled children that can’t be criticized thanks to the pervasive power of the progressive stack. You can hear him in the video asking if he should call the police and being immediately accused of a crime much worse than vandalism, being white.

Can we all agree that Cape Town is a lost cause at this point and just drop a nuke already?



EQUAL RIGHTS FOR EMOJIS

Unicode better get it’s shit together with a quickness, because girls should grow up knowing they can do anything and it’s very unclear at the moment how they are suppose to do that without an emoji of a girl teaching people how to play drums.

Look, I’m not saying these complaints are completely invalid. But when you add emotionally wrenching music like that and start making intimations that emojis shape society, it gets just a touch harder to take you seriously. It also speaks to one of the most common problems with social justice issues, even when they are hijacked by an international brand like always, which is that the modus operandi is to complain about something until someone else fixes it for you, instead of just doing it yourself. Because heaven forbid young girls should learn about actual empowerment.

Can I also just say, I don’t get why people still complain about the whole pink thing. As if all the studies that have been done aren’t enough, I have a piece of anecdotal evidence that should put the debate to rest once and for all. When my daughter was about two and a half we were on a shopping trip at Costco, strolling by the book section, and I grabbed two books, one pink with princesses on the cover and a star wars book with Yoda on the cover and a mostly blue theme. I held them up to her and asked which she wanted and she chose the pink one. That was a couple years ago and we haven’t spoken since but I have it on good authority she’s still into gay shit.

If empowering yourself with technical knowledge or learning to simply acquiesce to biological and cultural imperatives isn’t your thing, you could always take a lesson from the Donal Trump playbook and learn to use words instead of being such a massive faggot.

Edgy Hipster Philosophy Douche:

Whites should die

If the curator from the first story could be the poster child for White Exasperation™, it seems clear that Terblanche Delport is making his bid to be the poster child for White Guilt:

white supremacy could only be ended once whites are dead…We should be prepared to die silently, without having children, so that white supremacy could come to an end at last.”

the only (life) purpose for whites, specifically Afrikaners, is to await their death or to commit suicide, like the sumarai falls on his short sword when he has fallen into disgrace”

You first, Terblanche, you first.

Satire is dead, feminists killed him

As the majority of you reading this are probably aware, this past week found me writing by far my most successful post since I started doing this. Those new readers brought in are probably now facing the sober realization that what you are seeing today is the standard quality of my posts. Yes I agree that it sucks but sadly it’s only every so often that you get to find yourself personally involved in an international news story featuring a Hollywood mega star with a forehead you could land fighter jets on.

The most common piece of defensibly constructive criticism that I’ve received in the wake of DaisyGate™, is that my “meme” was not easily recognizable as satire and therefore I am bad at satire and I should feel bad. In way of retort I would like to present you this story, as reported by The Frisky, in which a woman is called “brave and strong” for ripping her husbands nutsack off, literally, because he was too hungover to go rake the lawn, or someshit. Included is a featured image of a woman laughing in maniacal glee. This is what not satire looks like. Poe’s law exists for a reason. I dindu nuffin.