“So yeah nukem & fuckem” said a friend in an email about this shit.
I give zero fucks about you people losing your jobs because you dared to talk like a normal person for once.
You are all — and yes, I KNOW THIS — closest conservatives.
You are the elites Charles Murray (who is JUST AS BAD half the fucking time, too, actually) identifies as “not preaching what you practice,” to the detriment of the rest of the “society” you pretend to care about.
You present yourselves as liberals for careerist hack reasons, but you all live un-diverse, non-green, traditional-family lives, with your private schools and your genetic lottery media complex.
You also think my friends and I are “deplorables” and so on.
We’re your mopeds, your shadows, your whatever Freudian thing that is.
You all commit the only sin liberals still recognize — hypocrisy — every day.
And finally, you and your Filipino nannies and Moleskine notebooks and “play dates” and French immersion and Priuses and artisanal jam just went boom.
Slather on your Burt’s Bees and kiss my lumpy ass.
UPDATE: Also? Fuck “dialogue” and “sympathy” too, while we’re at it.
More do-gooder zzzzzzzzz, this time from the right.
