Mod-cons are habitually cowardly and lazy, but they fancy themselves magnanimous, charitable, and wise. Whitewashing their indifferentism and chronic failure to react to grievous insults as “stateliness” and “poise” and “being the bigger man,” and all sorts of other delirious euphemisms, mod-cons have afforded radicals so much leniency in deportment and speech that radicals now believe that they can say and do anything to a retrograde without fear of reproach. It is this abdication of the duty to counterpunch that has allowed the conduct of radicals to devolve to its current critical level of vile coarseness. It is this abdication of the duty to well with righteous anger that has enabled the Antifa mob to run amok through large portions of various urban areas, committing batteries on innocent passersby with impunity. It is this abdication of the duty to defend our honor that has relegated those not on board with radical propaganda to de facto second-class-citizen status.
Radicals have successfully handed down to Western society an unofficial but despotic code of conduct. They have shuttered our ability to speak truth freely; they have set forth rules dictating what sorts of things we may joke about without running afoul of the thought police; they’ve narrowed our styles of dress and personal adornment by admonishing us about “cultural appropriation”; they’ve dictated the proper “ratio” for women and minority appearances in movies and television; they’ve twisted our arms to make us pretend that men who grow out their hair, shave their Adam’s apples, speak with a phony lisp, and wear gaudy dresses are actually women. And the way that radicals have been able to get society to accede to their fell new code of conduct is by grievance-mongering: they gripe, complain, and take offense about everything that doesn’t conform to their bizarre sensibilities. But not only do they gripe, complain, and take offense, they also call corporate offices, write letters to congress, picket businesses, and threaten boycotts. In fact, they have special institutions like the “Corporate Accountability Project” dedicated to policing whether businesses are sufficiently “woke,” or if they need to be cudgeled into compliance with the new code of conduct.
Radicals’ reactionary impulse, along with their assiduous commitment to following their initial umbrage with tangible demands for redress (often at the point of an economic bayonet), is the reason that we feel a subconscious pang of guilt when we say something true but politically incorrect; it’s the reason that all burglars in home security commercials have to be Caucasian (despite the fact that blacks and Hispanics have a much higher crime rate per capita); it’s the reason that in crime shows, hotshot lawyers at top law firms are reliably depicted as being sassy women (despite the fact that the overwhelming number of top law firm partners are men); it’s the reason we have to call Bruce Jenner “Caitlyn”; it’s the reason we have to pretend fat women make suitable fashion models; it’s the reason we have to pretend that rap and graffiti are art; it’s the reason that we have to pretend that wives, and not husbands, are the heads of households.
Retrogrades need to reassert our fighting spirit. When we witness an injustice, when we see a serious breach of decorum or decency, when marketing departments choose to make us the butt of their jokes, we need to get mad, and we need to actualize the potential energy of our initial anger into hot, messy kinetic energy by protesting, writing letters, making phone calls, and organizing non-monolithic boycotts. For too long have we abided white men being universally portrayed on television as fat, stupid, subservient slobs; for too long have we tolerated razor companies that scold men for “toxic masculinity”; for too long have we allowed major retailers to peddle “slutty nun” costumes in the run-up to Halloween; for too long have we watched an NFL that mandates that grown men wear pink to raise money for a disease that primarily affects women; for too long have we let Tide commercials show emasculated housedads doing laundry on weekdays while their careerist wives are at work; for too long have we let Antifa bully old women; for too long have we allowed unfunny, loudmouthed comediennes to celebrate abortion publicly and cut the head off of Trump effigies; for too long have we patronized anti-American Hollywood movies and award shows; for too long have we financed an NBA that boycotts states because they don’t let psychologically unstable and sexually confused men use women’s restrooms; for too long have we let homosexual depravity be thrust in our faces in commercials and sitcoms. Tolerate this abuse no longer. As Dylan Thomas exhorts, “Do not go gentle into that good night.”
It’s time to get mad and resolve ourselves to punishing radical mischief. Verbally chastise wrongdoers; seek to get those who use employment positions to advance radicalism fired from their jobs; flood customer feedback centers with letters and negative reviews. Do anything, and do it loudly and with aplomb; but most of all, stop doing nothing. The only way to stop a bully is by punching him in the mouth. Hard.