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Regretless owns I have been “owned“:

“If it took the Germans less than four years to rid themselves of 6 million Jews, many of whom spoke German and were fully integrated into German society, it couldn’t possibly take more than eight years to deport 12 million illegal aliens, many of whom don’t speak English and are not integrated into American society.”

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For your edification, gentle reader, I present you with the first five stunning rebuttals, each presented in its entirety, that Regretless finds so conclusively convincing, no doubt due to the eloquence and subtle intelligence revealed within each rhetorical gem.

1. “Oh My God.” – Unnamed Democrat

2. “I…. I… I’m speechless.” – Trotsky

3. “Another Egotistical Bully sitting smug behind his typewriter, stirring up more racial hatred.” – stepnwlf

4. “WOW! Insanity!” – Vinnie from Indy

5. “Oh. My. God. speechless.” – Skinner

My brain is aching from the intellectual pummelling dealt out by these brilliant masters of the epithet. First the bittersweet brutality of an acid tongue bath from Michael Medved and now this! I only hope I can hold the tattered remnants of my shattered personality together. No doubt historians will look upon this day as being the dawning of a wiser, humbler and more contrite Vox Day.

Kim is curious… as the Mondiale approaches:

I asked this question awhile back and am still curious. The fascination with rape. Similar to the subject of this post in her strange, whatever feminist strident take on rape. I don’t dwell on rape. I don’t think most women do, unless, of course, they’ve been raped, which would make sense. However, why do you dwell on it?
You discuss it a lot. Why?

Well, I find it relaxing. You know, some men like to kick back in front of the television and crack open a cold beer, others prefer to hit the local gentleman’s club and survey the unclad talent. I myself enjoy slipping on a comfortable black mask, breaking out the old Bowie knife and surprising the heck out of an attractive and unsuspecting young woman.

Anyhow, as Spacebunny and others have pointed out, I’m not the one obsessed with rape. Feminists are obsessed with rape, so as an outspoken critic of feminism in all its myriad forms, yes, even the forms that are socially acceptable to the mainstream, I find myself discussing it a lot. The subject is all but unavoidable; it is crammed down every young man’s throat from his first mandatory consciousness-raising lecture in college to the most recent mandatory diversity seminar at his workplace.

I would call the rape-and-harassment reeducation business a cottage industry, except that it would be a misnomer given how it probably employs more women than the American textiles industry these days.

The reason that the cry-rape crowd cries rape so often and so loudly is the same reason that some Jews cry Nazi, some blacks cry KKK and some faux conservatives cry terrorist. It is the way in which the intellectually overmatched call for help while simultaneously attempting to stifle otherwise damaging criticism without having to make a coherent case. The way to defang this tactic is not to retreat and awkwardly attempt to defend yourself because that’s exactly what the cry-whatever wants you to do, the correct thing is to continue to make your case while ignoring the static.

Or, if you’re like me and you genuinely don’t give a damn what people with half your IQ say about you, you continue to make your case while using the static to create beautiful, beautiful music that only you can hear.

The alternative explanation is that this rock thing is true, Jerry Lee Lewis is the devil and my mind was warped by listening to too much of the wrong sort of music. For you see, I also like honey.

It’s entirely possible that Jonah Goldberg missed my objections to a border fence. But I kind of doubt it:

I’ve gotten mostly kudos for my USA Today piece on building a wall. But, understandably, a few folks disagree. What I find kind of amazing is how there are so few arguments against the wall, other than the symbolism thing. As I said in the piece, I think the symbolism argument is a good and legitimate one. But it pretty much stands alone. Some say it can’t be done, but we know that’s not true. Others say it’s too expensive. But one gets the sense that even if it were cheaper, they wouldn’t favor a wall. Some rightly note that it wouldn’t be fool-proof. Okay. So it would only reduce illegal entry into the United States by a really big percentage.

My argument against the wall is two-fold. First, it is unnecessary. Illegal immigration was shut down prior to 1965 without one. Second, it can be used to keep Americans in as easily as it is used to keep illegal immigrants out. Given to whom the Congress and the Cherry Blossom Throne are soon to be handed, I don’t think it is wise to discount that second point.

The White Buffalo is listening to the Patriot:

You are a star. Ok, now on the Patriot, the advertising for the Michael Medved show is a little snippet of him railing on you. It rocks!

I’m always very impressed with the intellectual bravery of a man willing to take on an ideological movement dead for more than sixty years. Perhaps next he can boldly make a stand against King Sennacherib of Assyria, a proven anti-semite and killer of Jews.

The tragedy of the Left – and faux conservatives like Medved – is that they are always willing to fight yesterday’s tyrant and ignore tomorrow’s. The socialists of yore fought monarchists and capitalists and ended up with Communists and National Socialists. The socialists of today pay no attention the globalist totalitarian structure rising around them as they boldly decry defunct Fascists and Nazis.

Stanley Kurtz presents a fascinating exercise in illogic:

I just saw The Da Vinci Code. Point one: Michael Novak’s review is dead on.
Point two: This movie is a salutary kick in the teeth for conservatives. There’s no gainsaying the fact that the Narnia movie was a big deal. Having conceded that, the fact remains that when it comes to exercising influence on the fundamental levers of American culture, conservatives remain in a pathetically weakened position.

I may not be a professor of “symbology,” but I have taught at Harvard and studied religious symbolism. So I feel in a particularly strong position to reveal the entirely unsecret conspiracy against patriotism, tradition, and religion hiding in plain sight on our movie and television screens, in our universities, and on the pages of the mainstream press. Conservatives have forgotten just how precarious our position is. One cable news channel, talk radio, and the blogosphere do not an invincible army make. It only seems that way because we also have nominal control of the reigns of power. But lose our foothold in government, and conservatives are up a creek. The other side controls the levers of cultural power in this country, and we are the enemy in their eyes (and on their screens).

Conservatives need to face the fact that our position in this culture is genuinely precarious. If we lose our hold on power, we’ll scream bloody murder on our outlets at everything the other side does. Yet those screams may only confirm our helplessness. The deep cultural dimension of our political battles makes an ordinary transfer of political power far more consequential than it was in the days when America had a bipartisan foreign policy and a broad cultural consensus. We can dream about forcing Republicans to the right and then riding back into power two years later, but one big loss could easily turn conservatives back into a marginal cultural force for some time.

You would think with those very impressive credentials in quasi-semiotics Mr. Kurtz would recognize that the Republicans he pitches as the last great hope for conservatives are every bit as sold out to the very forces of darkness he sees behind the Da Vinci Code as their Democratic counterparts.

Two uniforms, one team.

I am beginning to think that this administration’s open betrayal of Americans is going to cause some of these NROniks to require therapy, if not medication. You can see the cognitive dissonance tearing at their minds in nearly every half-baked defense of their “conservative” party.

It may require a morbid sense of humor, but I think I’m going to quite enjoy November. Remember when all those pragmatic pundits and self-proclaimed strategists said that the Republicans had to govern to the Left in order to stay popular, continue to win elections and retain power?

That was awesome!

Seriously, how hard is it for these genuiuses to grasp the obvious? Reagan wins landslide victories. The conservative Contract With America takes Congress. Naturally, and supposedly in order to stay in power, the Republican politicians tack left and now find themselves on the verge of another long stint in the political wilderness. If Karl Rove is a political genius, then he must be Democrat.

So, vote Republican or else Tom Hanks will make more movies!

From the SF Chronicle:

The current migration of Mexicans and Central Americans to the United States is one of the largest diasporas in modern history, experts say.

Roughly 10 percent of Mexico’s population of about 107 million is now living in the United States, estimates show. About 15 percent of Mexico’s labor force is working in the United States. One in every 7 Mexican workers migrates to the United States.

That’s not immigration, that’s a migration. And if you believe that the USA is going to maintain its Christian, Anglo-Saxon political culture, or even the trappings of it that currently survive, you would do well to read up on the way in which other migrations have altered the cultures of their final destinations.

I find it bizarre that so few people yet recognize that this migration is intended to remove the vestiges of sovereign power from the American people. Even if one takes our political system at face value, it should be obvious that every immigrant granted citizenship represents the watering-down of every native citizen’s vote.

Perhaps by the time you are ruled by an unelected American Commission appointed by the legislatures of the USA, Mexico and Canada, you will understand. I won’t say that by then it will be too late, though, because it already is.

Nor will things stop with Mexico. The proposed merger between the New York Stock Exchange and Euronext will lay the groundwork for a global currency down the road. One market to rule them all, one currency to bind them, ein Geld, ein Welt, ein Reich.

L’Emmerdeuer tunes in:

I was listening to a random radio station today while working, the Michael Medved talk show came on. I didn’t know he had a talk show. 30% of the time he was promoting stocks to buy, and now’s the time to buy gold! Today! But he had some guest discussing something about Nazis and the DV Code moview, and he made a snide remark about how WND has a columnist who actually promotes using Nazi extermination techniques on the “immigrants”.

And actually, when travelling in Europe, I quite recommend using the Nazi extermination technique sometimes known as a “train”. Those appallingly cunning Neos not only sell tickets for the “Nazi extermination techniques” to unsuspecting tourists wanting to go from point A to point B, they even wear uniforms!

Michael Medved is just another peddler of faux outrage. He wouldn’t know a Nazi if one was tattooing a number on his ass. I don’t know if he favors the “Stasi extermination technique” known as a border fence or not, but if he does, we shall obviously have to lambast him for being an East German Communist lover.

As is so often the case, parody can’t keep up with the absurdities of the real thing:

1. Men hate me when they rape. I am lucky enough not to have been raped (yet), but I still feel that hate….

2. Men hate me when they use porn. They hate me when they come to my sisters being abused and raped. They hate me when they reduce me to two hands and three holes. They hate me when they use porn as a manual for sex, when they equate my worth to my ability to act like a porn star….

3. Men hate me when they type ‘rape virgens’ into google, or ‘cut breasts fuck’, or ‘three men brutally rape woman’. (Check out the sitemeter posts over at the Den if you really need more evidence).

4. Men hate me when they harrass women in clubs, on the streets, in the park, in bars, on the beach, at the bus stop….

5. Men hate me when they buy lads mags and calculate how much their girlfriend costs per fuck.

6. Men hate me when they ask their girlfriends to get a boob job to spice up their sex life.

7. Men hate me when they make malicious, sexist jokes. Men hate me when they laugh at malicious, sexist jokes. You think I don’t know that you really mean it?

8. Men hate me when they question women’s right to equal pay / to have an abortion / to have sex without getting pregnant / to do anything that they have the right to do.

9. Men hate me when they buy women’s bodies.

10. Men hate me when they sell women’s bodies.

11. Men hate me when they pay money to control women in a strip club.

12. Men hate me when they write and profit from lyrics like this (Grab your titties for BIG)

13. Men hate me when they laugh at an anti-rape protest.

14. Men hate me when they attempt to justify/ deny /defend any of the above.

She left off number 15. Men hate me when they laugh at me for being such a self-centered, myopic little moron. I particularly enjoyed number eight, asserting that questioning any woman’s legal action is equivalent to hating her. I marvel that anyone can read this and still believe that granting women the right to vote was anything but a complete and predictable disaster.

I think I’m going to join Emily’s List. The USA is doomed anyhow, so just for kicks, let’s see what would happen with a female President and a 100 percent female Senate and House of Representatives. My guess is that the tattered remnants of our civilization would be conquered by the militarily fearsome Grenada-Cuban alliance within eighteen months.

Third Wave feminism is the gift that keeps on giving. The First Wave was tragedy and the Second Wave was farce, the Third Wave is unconscious self-parody. Feministing describes it best:

Young, middle-class, college-educated white women are rarely given the opportunity to speak on our own behalf on issues that affect our lives and futures because we’re so horribly and obviously oppressed. Feministing.org provides a platform for us to comment, analyze, whine about our unending victimization, and (best of all) COMPLAIN CEASELESSLY!

Captain Ed defends Miz Malkin:

What people who engage in these kind of tactics — on either the right or the left, it’s all the same — is that the attacks reveal themselves as haters, not the object of their scorn. If they dislike what Michelle says, then they should counter her arguments with their own, or contradictory facts. Pareene shows what happens when the critics have neither. They engage in ad-hominem attacks designed to humiliate their opponents and to either get them to respond in kind or to withdraw from the debate althogether. It’s a cowardly tactic besides being immature and (in this case) misogynistic.

I disagree with the good Captain here for multiple reasons and the number of the reasons shall be three. There shall not be five reasons, neither shall there be two, except in that I proceedeth on to three.

1. The vast majority human beings are incapable of rational argument. The normal person rationalizes an emtional position, he does not think the matter through, reach a logical conclusion and then patiently examine the conceptual steps from start to finish. One has merely to look at how many people couldn’t resist hurling the Nazi label last week despite the fact that the accusation made no sense whatsoever on multiple levels. Since most people have no idea how to go about either methodically constructing or criticizing an argument, why be surprised when they don’t?

2. Me So Michelle is currently the foremost example of a media whore and she deserves to be treated like one. If the woman would engage in substantive discussion, which she repeatedly and reliably refuses to do – I know the Captain is well aware of this, considering how she ducked me on his own radio show – then she would have grounds for complaining about being treated unfairly. But since she won’t do so, she deserves the treatment she gets. What incentive is there for anyone to provide her with counterarguments? Why should anyone bother taking the time to do research and assemble facts that prove her wrong? Her response will be the same as if one simply calls her a stupid Asian skank and has done with it.

Hey, I’m still willing to have a factual, refereed and insult-free debate on the military necessity for WWII-era Japanese internment with her. Is she? And if not, then she and her defenders should simply admit that she has no interest in substantive criticism and stop whining about the ad hominum attacks.

3. Name-calling is loads of fun. If it wasn’t, we wouldn’t do it. No doubt RAW would insist that we are merely indulging our inner primate and playing out virtual dominance games through metaphorical feces-flinging, but regardless, name-calling is a fundamental and time-honored form of human interaction. There are places for civilized and refined behavior, but save the cucumber sandwiches for the tea parties. The Internet is more akin to a vast sewage system than a Victorian social network anyway, so whether you run a little treatment plant or dump more than your fair share of filth in to the pipes – and why does The Reaper’s Hairball spring insensibly to mind here? – you might as well adjust to the stench and learn to tune it out.