The Tubman Effect

Equalism under fire


Rep. Steve King has finally broken the politically correct ice in modern (that is, post-1970s) mainstream discourse, defending the superiority of Western civilization on national television against the equalists who have spent decades hunting for second-rate non-Western individuals to idolize at the explicit expense of the men who actually got things done. Too much hating on stale pale males pushed him over the edge; let’s call it the “Tubman Effect.” This of course launched a tidal wave of point ‘n’ sputter.

Meanwhile, in unrelated news, British researchers at King’s College London have finally announced that our ability to use DNA testing to predict the academic success of a child has reached a “tipping point” in terms of accuracy and utility.

Blank-slatism is on the defensive on all fronts. Normal, producive, law-abiding Americans are finally waking up, willing once again to call a spade a spade. There is hope yet for this country.

The Rabid Right is Too Polite

Unwilling to Call a Spade a Spade

There is a certain type of thinker on the Rabid Right. You know, the kind of person who never misses an opportunity to blame the Democrats for their follies in the most vitriolic of terms. And who also never misses an opportunity to blame the Democrats for the things they haven’t, strictly speaking, done. Yet upon further investigation you find this enthusiasm for deriding the Democratic party — for social ills beyond its proximate control — is actually a form of politesse. You see, it is far more acceptable in polite society to blame a party headed up by aging White folks than it is to cut out the middleman and blame any actual miscreants of color.

The faces of the Democratic Party

I am thinking of something specific here. Public figures who identify as right-wing are frequently quick to point out that cities run by Democrats suffer from uncommonly high levels of… take your pick… income inequality, crimecivil disorder, municipal bankruptcy and doubtless many other ills. Very frequently, the talking head will find a ranked list of cities and observe that most of the ones on the bad end — of whatever metric — tend to be run by Democratic politicians, while on the good end many municipalities tend to be run by independents or Republicans.

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Crazed Irishman Strikes Aboard German Train

Don’t They Need To Rest Sometime?

No fatalities reported in this latest outbreak of Irish misbehavior.

As usual, it would be Racist if not Islamophobic to blame any other group for this, so I won’t. But I’ll note that Germany scored a massive own-goal this past year, inviting in so many Irish refugees.

We must also remember that assault weapons are somehow to blame for this axe-attack, but just to be on the safe side we must also ban all assault woodworking tools.  For the children.

Tay Was Right

We Have a Race War Now

Back in March, Microsoft got a bit of free — if unwelcome — publicity when they released the chatbot Tay into the wilds of Twitter. In a matter of hours it picked up some pretty politically incorrect habits; it was shut down promptly thereafter. Microsoft, of course, then did exactly the wrong thing and apologized for the whole episode. For reasons discussed elsewhere, this is always the wrong response to those left-wing schoolmarm scolds who are always quick to condemn the merest hint of ThoughtCrime. This charge-ahead-when-you’re-right attitude is why the name Donald Trump is on everyone’s lips, and why there is every chance he will become the next Leader of the Free World, while Bill Gates — with an order of magnitude more money — most assuredly is not and will not.

But like the innocent child in the Hans Christian Andersen’s tale, Tay was on to something. Of the many things attributed to that chatbot, one phrase sticks in my mind in the wake of recent events: “Race War Now.” In quick succession, we’ve had Micah X. Johnson and Gavin E. Long — two Black veterans of the U.S. armed forces — put their military training to work ambushing mainly White police officers, killing them simply for being mainly White police officers. If that doesn’t count as the beginnings of a race war, what does?

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Irish Drunk Driving Incident in Nice, France

Seventy three dead at the time of writing.  Many more injured.  May God have mercy on the souls of the dead, and bring healing to the injured and comfort to the bereaved.

The perpetrator has not yet been publicly identified, so I’m assuming he was a drunk Irishman for reasons explained elsewhere.

Who else would do such a thing?

Hillary Clinton Doesn’t Get It

It’s identity and interests (not ideology and principles), stupid.

The Atlantic recently published a piece about the so-called “80-55-40 Rule” in Presidential elections. It’s a rally-the-troops puff piece about the inevitability of Hillary Clinton’s victory in November, and it’s woefully reported. The basic assertion is that the Democratic candidate never has received less than 80% of the Black vote, 55% of the Hispanic vote and 40% of the White vote in a modern Presidential race, so we should assume the same pattern will obtain this November and view with skepticism any polls show Mrs. Clinton with lower support among those groups.

The author of the piece, Derek Thompson, then makes a few breathtakingly snarky remarks about Trump attempting to boost his support among undecided Hispanics by “posing next to a taco salad” and that “under certain quantum-theory conditions, all sorts of things are possible: Time can move backwards, tornados can build neighborhoods from pieces of homes floating in the sky, and a cracked egg can leap into its original unbroken shell.” Wow. Just wow.  That’s a whole lot of top-notch snark. One doesn’t usually get that from a once-respectable publication.

But you know, I wasn’t aware that almost 1-in-3 tornados was a member of the National Association of Homebuilders. After all, even Nate Silver puts Donald Trump’s chances of a November win at around 29% (as of July 14), which initially struck me as a tad higher than the rate at which tornados build new neighborhoods in the Midwest. Or higher than the odds chefs usually place on eggs spontaneously reassembling themselves in their shells. But what do I know? I don’t have a writing gig at a prestigious national publication, I don’t live in the Great Plains, and my wife does all the cooking.

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