Unadorned language representing rugged, time-proven ideas—one of these being sexual purity—is one of the most desperately needed paradoxes in the defense of civil society. Tough, non-backpedaling, unapologetic language is one of the retrograde’s handiest tools against the statecraft and psy-ops of the radicals. Here’s why:
The radical’s unsung, implied anthem, “thin skin, strong stomach,” forms the perfect opposite to the retrograde’s, and it provokes the strangest one-two punch imaginable. The radical scandalizes the young with brazen sexual lewdness that pulls further and ever further underwater the flagging morality of our culture. That part of the story is well told. But surprisingly frequently, the radical downshifts into “shrill prude” mode and churlishly wags his finger in the faces of the decent should they presume to use a plastic straw or a cigarette in his presence.
All human beings have an inbuilt drive for morality; radicals act “thin skinned” in order to virtue-signal their perverse, anti-Natural Law pseudo-morality, which is truly an anti-morality. Believe it or not, the profile of the American radical turns out to be one-half libertine eco-terrorist and one-half pearl-clutching parish councilwoman.
It’s genuinely odd to find so much Puritanism remaining in American far-leftist ideology; it’s still odder how no one seems to notice. “Thin skin, strong stomach” proves to be the strangest symptom of modern Western civilization’s half-Puritan, half-Enlightenment schizophrenia. It is especially prominent in post-Protestant places like America and England. At the beginning of the modern era, the radical alchemist concocted a toxic bromide titrated with one very inert (Puritanism) and one very radioactive (Enlightenment) element: these were the two elemental forces of Modernity.
One minute, these people are showing school kids how to put a condom on a vegetable, and the next, they’re lecturing you about the “dangers” of trying to leave the hospital without the newest model of car seat for your newborn. They’re actually crazy. These creeps switch from obscene-gesturing school pervert to sighing, “tsking” schoolmarm with demoralizing swiftness. But there’s a method to their psy-ops. In fact, it’s almost genius in the bewilderment caused to the opponents of the radicals. Consider Seinfeld’s Elaine Benes who, in one episode, chides a smoking pregnant mother: “You realize what that does to the fetus, don’t you?” In a later episode, Elaine dumps her pro-life boyfriend on the sole basis of his impassioned defense of fetuses. Is this veritable schizophrenia? No! The viewer discovers, simply, that Elaine never cared about fetal health at all but only about the elimination of one of the pre-ordained radical bette noires: smoking.
Elaine’s easily typified radical proposition reduces to the absurdity that it should be legal (and not at all discouraged) to intentionally slaughter fetuses but illegal (and aggressively discouraged) to engage the small to moderate risk that they be somewhat harmed by ingested smoke. Or, still more absurdly, Elaine has signaled to her boyfriend (and all Seinfeld viewers) that defending the lungs of fetuses is admirable but defending their lives is morally unacceptable. Welcome to Clown World.
Also, consider singer Katy Perry, who spearheads something she calls “purposeful pop,”32 sometimes “woke pop,” by posturing against gun violence, hate speech, and NFL racism. Anyone who hasn’t seen her perform, or glanced at her lyrics, might mistake her for an officious, principled female social worker. However, she sings songs like the one called Last Friday Night which, by all appearances, was written to attract the attention of twelve-year-old girls. Indeed it was: the libertine re-education of America’s youth through pop culture cannot come to pass unless they first possess these youth as a captive audience. In the chorus of this bizarrely puerile-sounding sonic arrangement (“puerile” even for Katy Perry), the sometimes moralizing, finger-wagging schoolmarm upshifts back into school pervert, singing: “Last Friday night, we went streaking in the park, skinny dipping in the dark, then had a menage a trois.”
Bear in mind, this lyric falls in the chorus of the song, being loudly repeated several times. Radicals, moderates, and even apathetic conservatives allow their children to listen to that filth! To put this all into context, recall how radicals and even moderates will literally bemoan—complete with loud histrionics—the use of any modifier besides the newest neologism designating the mentally retarded, while in other venues the selfsame radicals and moderates will argue vehemently, in the name of human progress, to abort all fetuses pre-diagnosed as mentally retarded. They’re wicked. The radical credo is the soul of insanity and self-contradiction: thin skin, strong stomach shows them for what they are.
Combat this by showing off your “thick skin and weak stomach.” Remind the radicals that you will not amend your language to befit their neologistic statecraft, wherein they control thought by monitoring language. For instance, tell them, “I will not be shamed into using your new term for the mentally retarded; I will, however, always defend their right to life and, moreover, to live happily free of radical politics of de-personalization and eugenics.”
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32 Twitter, 2/9/17.