We have before us quite possibly the most pampered, ill-mannered, ignorant, and arrogant generation in Western history. Notice how many “protestors” seem to have no problem festooning themselves with costly tattoos and gym clothing, and nesting in highly expensive and tony metropolises such as New York, Seattle, San Francisco, and London. Many, if not most, seem to engage in no-known labor, but have the time and resources to flap around, preening and playing at revolution, while, as noted, recording themselves on their pricey “smart phones.” Not the grubbysans-culottesof1780s France–not even close–these mobsters are well-fed, nicely clothed, healthy and wealthy cretins–better said, highly privileged and violence-prone cretins, bird brains, you know, ravens.
These ravens repeat empty-headed slogans, and screech about oppression from their perches of privilege down to working-class cops, many black or hispanic, and other ordinary folk who seek to go to work to feed their families. Indeed, the majority of those squawking about white racism and tearing down “white privilege” and “supremacy,” and feigning offense over statues, road names, and Aunt Jemima syrup labels are, well-off white kids–most notably white women full of inchoate feminist resentment and rage. They have had their heads filled with a crude cultural Marxism; they live in a world almost devoid of facts and historical knowledge and context. Violent emotion rules.
The raven mobsters, for example, feel tormented, even driven crazy, by the insane dictates of today’s cult of pseudo-science, eaten alive, for example, by the certainty of global climate change caused by capitalism and the fervent belief in the “mutability” of gender. No definition, no standard can hold up. All is fluid. Nothing is certain except that the West is evil, and our history must be erased. Only today counts. Back to Year Zero! Pol Pot call your office.