For years I’ve been making the argument that leftism is little more than cowardly sadism thinly cloaked under a bullshit veneer of tolerance and compassion.
Fifteen years ago I was attacked three different times on Portland’s streets by a group of anti-racist skinheads who are documented police informants and are given carte blanche by the city’s powers-that-be to launch violent mob attacks on anyone they label a “Nazi.”
In a recent feature story on me, a Portland writer who usually reviews local burger joints referred to these skinheads merely as “anti-racist activists,” despite the fact that they’ve been putting people in the hospital for decades with impunity and their group’s leader wriggled out of a murder beef by ratting on a member of his own gang. The level of dishonesty and cowardice from these conformist liars is staggering to behold. While getting pats on the back from local Portlanders for his “brave” story, suddenly the burger reviewer wasn’t nearly so brave after I invited him to come onto my podcast to address the numerous inaccuracies in his story.
The same happened with an editor of Counterpunch, who in the article called me an idiot and bragged to his friends about confronting me—right up to the point where I requested he come on my podcast to actually confront me. Someone needs serious work on his counterpunching skills.
