Les gauchistes se demandent souvent où se cachent les gens qui votent à droite et pensent ne jamais n'en côtoyer.
On vous explique comment ça marche:
- vous, les gauchistes, êtes absolument incapables de ne pas faire référence à la politique plus de 5 minutes dans une conversation.
Nous savons tous qu'il suffit de quelques minutes de discussion pour savoir si on a à faire à un insupportable gauchiste.
Les mots clés feront référence au racisme, au colonialisme, à la mysoginie, à l'homophobie, au climat, aux riches, aux inégalités....
Quand quelqu'un semble incapable de tenir une discussion de quelques minutes sans la politisier, n'importe quelle personne de droite sait instinctivement qu'elle a à faire à un zozo gauchiste
- Vous parlez comme si il était évident et convenu que nous sommes 100% d'accord avec vous sur tous les sujets.
Tout désaccord vous paraît inconcevable.
- En cas de micro contradiction, le gauchiste lance un fort regard de réprobation et indique son malaise implicitement ou explicitement.
Commence alors une suite de questions type inquisition car le gauchiste se doit de dénicher les traîtres à l'humanité.
- Si la personne de droite ose contredire ouvertement un gauchiste, serait-ce même sur un détail, le gauchiste devient alors hyper agressif.
Il se sent alors le droit et même le devoir de vous expliquer la vie, pourquoi votre position est honteuse et vous met au banc de l'humanité.
Discuter avec des ayatollah est particulièrement désagréable.
On sait qu'on ne vous fera pas changer d'avis et qu'on passera juste un mauvais moment.
Sans parler du risque que vous lanciez une fatwa contre nous dans notre entreprise, groupe ou école pour "mauvaise pensée".
Alors que faisons-nous? Nous vous fuyons.
Si nous n'avons pas le choix, souvent, nous nous taisons.
Et vous finissez par vivre dans un monde imaginaire où tout le monde pense comme vous.
Ensuite, quand la droite dure finit par monter partout, vous tombez de votre chaise.
Qui sont ces sauvages qui osent voter extrême-droite? D'où émergent-ils? Où sont-ils?
Si vous étiez capables de tenir des discussions civilisées, vous seriez au courant depuis plusieurs années, voire décennies.
The West is not dying of toxic masculinity. It is dying of toxic femininity.
Western institutions have adopted a pathological, feminised morality: compassion without judgement, inclusion without boundaries, empathy without reciprocity, and care without any instinct for self-preservation.
But make no mistake: none of this is selfless or genuine. It is the narcissistic codependency of a satiated and morally decadent elite, disguised as compassion.
How many times have we got to say we dont want any asylum seekers? Approximately 8 billion people would qualify for asylum if they reached the UK. We dont want people from shithole countries bringing their shithole culture to our country and turning it into a shithole.
Ferrari’s taking a lot of heat for this interview but repeatedly asking a 130 IQ autist what he would say in a particular scenario and then, when he tells you, continually accusing him of not answering the question is a good bit
Let’s hope this catches on.
“Islamophobia” is getting a bit tired after all.
I’ll be looking for indications of blatant anglophobia in my replies and I’ll be reporting any anglophobic hate crimes to the relevant authorities.
I'd like to suggest that promoting child marriage, stoning, halal animal torture, wife beating, sharia courts, and other behaviour contrary to British values, should now be referred to as Anglophobia
Elon Musk is the single most important driver of the vibe shift across the West. He allowed people to speak. He reversed the mind virus. X provided the antibodies for the mind virus. They are working. It was an extraordinary achievement, one on par with his other work.
This is the opening to one of Jason Arday’s papers.
It is virtually unreadable. Maybe the worst sentence ever written in the English language.
“Replete with espoused discourses of equality, diversity and inclusion within public bodies, is the UK, wherein lauded initiatives reward its universities’ commitments to increasing the access and positioning of ‘women’ in higher education.”
Here’s the thing about Arday: he wasn’t a “real” academic fraudster. Of course, he committed extensive academic fraud, but it wasn’t his primary goal. He didn’t set out to be an academic superstar. I don’t believe he was even interested in politics. Arday didn’t crave intellectual glory, honor, or recognition.
Arday was primarily a Munchausen Syndrome case.
Pity was what he really wanted. He set out, with ruthless and single-minded persistence, to acquire the pity, condescending admiration, and doting care we reserve for the physically sick and infirm. And, it just so happened due to the ideological manias of our current historical epoch, that Western academic and media elites had boundless enthusiasm for providing it to him.
Across Arday’s speeches, lectures, interviews, TEDTalks, website, and ghostwritten autobiography, the fixation is with his own (allegedly) constantly broken and failing body. All of his stories, his lies, his “work” were nothing but shoddy vehicles to discuss his (purported) illnesses.
Including, but not limited to: severely nonverbally autistic as a kid; illiterate due to learning disabilities as a teen; epilepsy; testicular cancer; deaf in one ear; dyslexia; mini-stroke with memory loss; brain cancer; hit by a car; getting secretly beaten up; a months-long “locked-in syndrome” coma; something called “autistic burnout”; breaking his leg during a marathon but still completing it; and so on.
He didn’t care about racial politics beyond the perfunctory. Watch his lectures on “de-colonization”, anti-racism, or whiteness: listless and limp. He complains about racism, and demands change, but only in vague, general, and (most tellingly) rarely truly bitter terms.
Keep in mind, there are many in academia who are deeply hateful and venomous towards whites, who earnestly seek the complete dispossession and imposition of enormous suffering on us. Arday was happy to go along with these ideological fevers, but only insofar as they offered a potential chance to talk about physical fevers.
What’s the significance of this? Well, a lot, I think, but here are two things:
First, it’s incredibly diagnostic of what “Wokeness” really is. Arday wasn’t a black radical deeply acquainted with theory. He was a black man who wanted people to feel sorry for him. And THAT particular combination of traits was what was IRRESISTIBLE for those “at the top”. Relative to his actual abilities, Arday was probably the most accomplished person in academia ever, precisely BECAUSE he lucked out as a rare example of a black man with Munchausen Syndrome, a psychological disorder most common in white females. Thus, as a world-organizing system of thought, Wokeness is structurally oriented to maximally reward a Munchausen black guy who demands worshipful, reverent pity. Not real valiant struggle, not political vision, not even anti-white hatred, just the parasitical and pitiful. A black man who wanted your pity.
Second, it explains the ambivalent, or even fond (now with his passing, also mournful), reactions to Arday’s antics from “the right”, even from those most disposed to hate him. Many say that, due to the sheer scale and absurdity of his serial fabulating, it became amusing, surreal cheek: almost performance art. Others report complicated feelings of pity, and argue he deserves this pity, because “the system set him up”, or “the real racists are the ones who gave him a job he couldn’t do”.
But they’re misunderstanding their own reactions. The real reason it is difficult to truly hate Arday is because, even if you didn’t consciously realize it, on some subconscious level, we all recognize a Munchie. And we all intuitively understand the goal of the Munchie is not to rule over us, but to lie beneath. Even if you can recognize *logically* that Arday was a regime stooge, an ideological threat who objectively wielded power over you, it is very difficult *emotionally* to feel threatened by someone who wanted nothing but to be weak.
When you see flames in one apartment and warn the whole building, that isn’t "influence." That's humanity.
The Muslim Brotherhood is the fire. Your country is the building.
I can sound the alarm, but I can’t fight your fire for you. You are the firefighters.
I’m a Muslim Arab from the UAE, which banned the Muslim Brotherhood. I’m warning you about the fire we already recognized.
Don’t attack the alarm because you’re afraid to face the flames.
I know exactly what it’s like to have your career ended overnight. I know exactly what it’s like to be at the centre of a targeted and brutal onslaught designed to destroy one’s life. I know exactly what it’s like to feel that there’s no reason to carry on.
I’ve been there.
The very people who are most vocal and morally virtuous in their horror about this entirely avoidable tragedy were the ones who continue to dance loudest on my grave.
This awful event must be a wake up call for any right thinking person. Diversity kills. Critical race theory kills. Wokism kills.
We must reject this madness once and for all.
And for those of you read this and say I’m making this about me.
I couldn’t give less of a shit if I tried.
Every single human life is sacred. All Lives Matter.
Extracts from article in Spectator 16th August by Brendan O’Neill:
Behold the human wreckage of the cult of diversity. The tragedy of Jason Arday is that he was both built up and destroyed by the ruthless machinery of DEI (Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion). The academy made him into the golden boy of its philistine project of ‘decolonisation’ and gave not one thought to what the consequences might be if his thin story unravelled, as it inevitably would. No one can deny it now: wokeness makes false gods and real tragedies. . .
This is the poison chalice of the state religion of diversity. It lays traps for the very people it celebrates. It handpicks members of ‘the oppressed’ for moral anointment and institutional gushing while leaving them open to exposure as others start to query their credentials. That’s the toxic bargain of identity politics: it builds teetering pedestals for ethnic-minority thinkers, meaning their fall from grace is often twice as fatal.
And what a pedestal they made for Arday. They worshipped him as ‘the best in the world’. They beatified him as a black wunderkind whose very presence in a place like Cambridge might help to wash away its sins of whiteness. They canonised him as a living monument to ‘decolonisation’. It was precisely this, their giddy, narcissistic desire to manufacture a kind of black saviour, that made them turn a blind eye to the questionable elements of Arday’s CV and life story. They sacrificed their due diligence to the god of decolonisation.
And Arday suffered. He was both poster boy and sacrificial lamb of the diversity crusade. Even as he gained from it – reaching the dizzying heights of a Cambridge professorship – he was being damned by it. The foundation of myth and sand his starry career was built on was untenable. Its collapse was a given. It is a testament to the ideological blindness of the inhabitants of our ivory towers that none of them foresaw it. . . .
The Faustian ruthlessness of it all is mindblowing.
. . . The media is the only institution in this entire tragic scandal that did its job properly. Journalists found a story and they told it. It was the academy and Arday’s colleagues who failed to do their jobs. Who failed to prize merit over identity, and failed to foresee the public embarrassment that would befall their falsely promoted friend. They ignored the truth – the media found it.
I and others have been arguing for years that the politics of identity is a disaster for all, black and white alike. White kids are overlooked, black kids are patronised. Whites are branded ‘privileged’, blacks ‘oppressed’. Whites are seen as the beneficiaries of historic crimes who must atone for past sins, blacks as history’s perma-victims who require the gracious helping hand of the state. We are demonised or infantilised according to the accident of our race.
Enough. Let our monument to Jason Arday be the restoration of the true ideal of equality. We couldn’t save Jason but we can save merit from the monstrous jaws of identity.
If you live on a natural fortress island made of coal, covered in cultivated soil and turned into an agricultural powerhouse by your forefathers, floating on gas surrounded by a sea previously full of fish with mountains lakes and rivers replenished by nearly year round rainfall, inhabited by the most inventive, productive and brilliant people ever to walk the earth- yet you are constantly told that there are “shortages”, that you should pay more but expect less- then your “government” is obviously the problem.
It’s time for an entirely new one, it’s time to @RestoreBritain
Every single Muslim holding public office in America is a trojan horse, and a threat to both national security and our republic.
We refuse to be silent.
The Jason Arday episode is a perfect microcosm of a Western system rotting under the weight of human deadwood. Not just academia, wokeness, welfare bureaucracies, “learing” centers, or the laptop manager class exposed during Covid, but an entire civilization in which millions contribute nothing, produce nothing, and solve nothing while participating in an elaborate theater of fake productivity designed to conceal their complete uselessness. The real work is left to a shrinking productive minority forced to carry everyone else.