Oh Lordey, you’re a racist

Radfem/Cultural Marxist bashing has been done to death in this corner of the Internet. In fact they have been trolled to great effect by the likes of Matt Forney and Roosh V, who by touching on their soft spots, were catapulted to internet stardom, as every self-righteously outraged leftoid re-tweeted their deliberately provocative satire with zeal. Somewhat shrill atheist video blogger, Thunderfoot has also gotten a piece of the action by calling out the RadFems for what they truly are (hint:they’re not suffragettes).

The Alt-Right does its fair share of calling out and mocking the PC establishment, especially on questions of race, egalitarianism, domestic and foreign policy, and celebrating cultural debasement (STIHIE). Indeed ridicule is an important strategy for a fledgling movement to gain traction and attract attention. Hearts and minds are what truly need to be won if we are to become Masters of the Universe.

While trolling the hysterical left is fun, and can even help spread your message, mindlessly engaging progtards is just playing the game that has been setup for you.

I realise that this post has become a linkfest so I’ll stop with the linking and do my own bit of trolling (which just means disagreeing with holy notions of progress).

The latest (well not latest) but late enough that it still plays on the radio, bit of pop music to come from our Antipodean corner of the world has been Lorde’s decrying of ‘bling’ conspicuous consumption:

Veronica Bayetti Flores, clearly of European descent, has taken exception to Lorde’s apparently harmless little diddy at the imaginatively named RadFem powder-room, Feministing:

But every song’s like gold teeth, grey goose, trippin’ in the bathroom.
Blood stains, ball gowns, trashin’ the hotel room,
We don’t care, we’re driving Cadillacs in our dreams.
But everybody’s like Cristal, Maybach, diamonds on your time piece.
Jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash
We don’t care, we aren’t caught up in your love affair.
While I love a good critique of wealth accumulation and inequity, this song is not one; in fact, it is deeply racist. Because we all know who she’s thinking when we’re talking gold teeth, Cristal and Maybachs. So why shit on black folks? Why shit on rappers? Why aren’t we critiquing wealth by taking hits at golf or polo or Central Park East? Why not take to task the bankers and old-money folks who actually have a hand in perpetuating and increasing wealth inequality? I’m gonna take a guess: racism.

Oh dear! Well while we’re at it, ‘I’m gonna guess’ too. Golf, Polo and Central Park East are not the obvious examples of conspicuous consumption portrayed in music, film and TV. In fact they’re hardly even conspicuous (they take place in privacy away from peering proles), and that is the point – it is vulgar to flash money around, and ghetto gangsta culture that is peddled to our youngsters deserves every bit of criticism it gets for its moral bankruptcy. Being Black doesn’t give you some kind of get-out-of -judgement free card. Calling this ‘racism’ is a sad act of ethnomasochism that Flores hopes (hopes!) might score her some brownie points from her more melanin-gifted sistas.

Moreover, that the teenager Lorde, hasn’t yet cottoned on to Progressive economics that evil white cisgender male capitalists are oppressing Blacks in a worldwide conspiracy (that’s not unlike the International Jewish Conspiracy):

And while I’m less mad at Lorde (who’s from New Zealand) than I am at the New York Times – and more generally white liberal critics that have been so captivated by Royals‘ call-out of consumption that they didn’t bother to take the time to think critically about the racial implications of the lyrics – this isn’t to say that there should be no accountability for her. I’m thinking of fierce youth activists who get it, are doing the work, and from whom Lorde could learn quite a bit. She apparently calls herself a feminist – let’s just hope her feminism gets a lot less racist as she develops as an artist.

‘Accountability’? ‘Fierce youth activists who ‘get it’? The lesson here is, unless your art subscribes to our delusional narrative, you’re a (insert bully word here).
The more rocks are turned over, the more racism we find. Perhaps one day, the oppressive burden will be so great that they finally wake up and treat all racism, real or imagined, as evidence that different peoples prefer their own kind.
I won’t hold my breath.
Post edit: Since writing this I thought I should point out that the business model of Gawker media is to find innocuous and mundane aspects of politics and culture and manufacture outrage by calling ‘Racist! Sexist! Homophobic!’
Beyond informing those who are unaware of the unethical and toxic nature of the clickbait listicle, we should probably just laugh at them when, and otherwise consider their attention seeking, childish ravings to be just that.

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