This article turned up in my emails and I am so incensed by all the whining, self righteous, offended, nasty people out there, I thought I would post it in full. If you are a sensitive new millennial, you'd better skip it because I know new millennials don't like to hear the truth.
From: The
Spectator Australia
To: Millennial suckers
29 October 2016
Dear Leftist Millennials, we need to talk. I’ve noticed you’re becoming more
easily wounded than ever. You’ve created a fantasy world full of frightening
micro-aggressions, whereby a single dose of side-eye amounts to racism, sexism,
or some kind of phobia. You’re spewing out insults like ‘racist’, ‘bigot’, and
‘misogynist’ to quash an argument, rather than counter it. More to the point,
you now seem to find everything, literally everything, offensive.
Normally I’d be sympathetic to such paranoia. I’d suggest you eat some
chocolate, or take a nap, or read a book. But having seen the adverse effects
on free speech this neo-Marxist craze has, and the blind nastiness of your
advocacy for it, I have only one thing to say; you suck.
I don’t mean this as the
racist-sexist-homophobic-ableist-transphobic-micro-aggression you will all
instinctively assume it to be. I mean you suck the life out of every
discussion, debate, and disagreement. You suck the fun out of every party, comedy
spot, and costume. You suck the sense out of your own self confessedly sacred
ideology. And the reason you all suck so very, very much is your fondness for
my favourite enemy; political correctness. Now, don’t panic! I know your
tendency to be ‘triggered’ by any opinion different to your own, but there’s no
need to run to your ‘safe space’. I’m here to help. I’ve taken time out of my
busy schedule being a pragmatic, sensible, thick-skinned, fabulous Conservative
Millennial to help quell those anxieties, for
your sake.
Let’s go back to basics, and talk about words. You remember
Harry Potter?
Well, while Harry, Ron, and Hermione could throw flames, stupefy people, and (
trigger
warning: murder) kill enemies with a few choice phrases and a flick of
their wands, words don’t actually have magic powers. This isn’t Hogwarts.
Regardless of how hopefully you waited for your letter from Dumbledore (may he
rest in peace), you’re all Muggles. Therefore, presenting words and ideas that
maybe, just maybe, go against political correctness, is not going to cause
horrible excruciating pain.
The thing is, you’ve got political correctness all wrong. It’s not about
stopping people from being racist, or sexist, or
homo/trans/ace/anything-else-phobic. That’s called ‘not being a jerk’.
Political correctness is the inhibiting of necessary moral and practical
judgment based on fear of defying popular opinion. It prevents us from
addressing issues that are important, but uncomfortable. Like the 1,400 white
girls who were raped in Rotherham,
England between
1997 and 2013, whose cases were ignored by authorities. Why? Because the
perpetrators were Muslim Pakistani rape gangs, and police did not want to
appear racist.
In other words, political correctness is sticking your head in the sand and
allowing other people to suffer immeasurably because you don’t want to be
called nasty names like ‘bigot’. Call me crazy, but isn’t such selfishness
contrary to the doctrine of compassion you keep ramming down right-wing
throats?
Look, I’m not judging you for this hypocrisy; I feel sorry for you. It must
be awful to live in a state of perpetual worry that some nifty little PC (
trigger
warning: cultural appropriation) ninja is going to jump out from behind
the couch and (
trigger warning: violence) shoot you with silver (
trigger
warning: guns) bullets.
But that PC ninja never appears. Because funnily enough, words are not a
threat to your physical safety. Whether words appear in the form of ideas you
disagree with, or phrases like ‘the pay gap is a myth’, ‘Islam is
misogynistic’, or ‘Amy Schumer is fat and unfunny’, they’re not going to kill
anyone. In fact, you can actually debate these new ideas and controversial
phrases in a friendly, non-hysterical manner.
Now we’ve looked at a few examples of why you all suck, we can address the
canker causing pretty much all of your suckery. That is; after years of arguing
with you, Leftist Millennials, I’ve realised that when you assert everyone is
entitled to an opinion, you mean only those that coincide with yours. So when
you come across a (
trigger warning: words) word or opinion that
challenges you, you throw a tantrum and run to a safe space until the emotional
trauma subsides. In addition, you actually condone this tanty-throwing. You
call it ‘being triggered’.
I really, really don’t mean to offend you (although if I do, I don’t care),
but here’s the thing. You know who else throws tantrums whenever they’re
challenged or vaguely hurt? And hides in a specified room until they feel
better? Babies. You are behaving like babies. And as the generation about to
take the reins of the free world, that is of concern.
So, rather than choosing to be a perpetual infant, how about you (
trigger
warning: patriarchy) man up and join us Conservative Millennials? We don’t
suck; we blow. We are the bellows blowing fresh air into every topic you’ve
crossed off the ‘things you’re allowed to talk about’ list. And we know you
hate us for it. We know you think we’re mean, bigoted, and evil. You’ve told us
so, usually when we’re annihilating your argument with reason and fact. But we
don’t hate you. Sure, we think you’re boring, and naive, and a bit stupid. And
yes, we spend a good portion of our free time laughing at you. But we don’t
hate you.We can save you from a life of anxiety, ignorance, and general lack of
amusement. See, Conservative Millennials are a lot of fun. We’re naughty,
cunning, and like pushing boundaries. We love making mischief. We dig dangerous
politics, controversial conversations, and have a wicked sense of humour. And
we operate under the assumption that if someone offends you, you offend them
right back. You may think we’re going to hell for this (or whatever your
atheist version of hell is). You may be right. But I can guarantee we’re going
in a fast car, with lots of money, ready to wreak hellish havoc when we get
there.
Come over to the dark side. We’ll take you in. The ball, as they say, is in
your court. With every best wish,
Daisy Cousens
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