Monthly Archives: November 2014

22 Times Obama Said He Couldn’t Ignore or Create His Own Immigration Law

Keep this in mind when the son of a bitch goes ahead with his illegal amnesty tomorrow:

22 Times Obama Said He Couldn’t Ignore or Create His Own Immigration Law

It's Not Fascism When We Do It

He’s going ahead with this as a big “screw you” to everybody who voted to put the brakes on his lawless agenda earlier this month. If this isn’t an impeachable offense, then what is?  Are we still a nation of laws, or is that concept to be tossed to the wind the moment it becomes politically inconvenient?

(And for those of you who think this is somehow similar to previous amnesties, I offer you this rebuttal.)

On putting the SJWs in their place

What they want is tyranny:

We Free Men | According To Hoyt.

I don’t care how noble a side sounds, how profoundly urgent its benevolent message, if they say “this you cannot think. This you cannot read. This you cannot even consider” they are a tyranny in the making. If they get power over you and yours soon you’ll find that it’s “This air you cannot breathe.”

They are also unsure of their logical appeal and their ability to withstand the market place of ideas. Otherwise, why ban certain thoughts and ideas and points of view?

This is why “political correctness” is a bad thing, because it takes away your tools to think of things properly. If you can’t even express that men and women might be different, you surely can’t think about it.

It is also why progressivism with its ever growing list of “forbidden terms and words” because of racist sexist and imperialist bad thought (brown bag, really?) is a tyranny in the making.

On the excesses of feminism

It’s long past time for the feminists to sit down, STFU, and get some perspective before they further embarrass themselves:

Dr Matt Taylor’s shirt made me cry, too – with rage at his abusers

Except, of course, that he wasn’t crying with relief. He wasn’t weeping with sheer excitement at this interstellar rendezvous. I am afraid he was crying because he felt he had sinned. He was overcome with guilt and shame for wearing what some people decided was an “inappropriate” shirt on television. “I have made a big mistake,” he said brokenly. “I have offended people and I am sorry about this.”

I watched that clip of Dr Taylor’s apology – at the moment of his supreme professional triumph – and I felt the red mist come down. It was like something from the show trials of Stalin, or from the sobbing testimony of the enemies of Kim Il-sung, before they were taken away and shot. It was like a scene from Mao’s cultural revolution when weeping intellectuals were forced to confess their crimes against the people.

Why was he forced into this humiliation? Because he was subjected to an unrelenting tweetstorm of abuse. He was bombarded across the internet with a hurtling dustcloud of hate, orchestrated by lobby groups and politically correct media organisations.