“Leftist propaganda is usually split into two halves. The first half invokes a victim group of some sort, for whom we are expected to feel sympathy for their plight. The second half invokes hate towards a group that is portrayed as deliberately doing down, punishing or disadvantaging the first group. This process is a kind of emotional dialectic – a thesis and antithesis of oppressor and victimhood. Whilst the sympathy of the Left for the victim group sometimes comes across as strained, contrived or even hypocritical, the hate is expressed in a heartfelt and visceral way. This technique is one of the reasons why a debate with a Leftist nearly always departs from any cool rationality and descends into emotional irrationality and contradiction of terms. Emotions are used in this way because emotions are very, very powerful political tools for manipulation of peoples’ actions. Whole revolutions have been justified using this technique.” — David Eyles, Country Squire Magazine
Read the entire article: it’s magnificent.
From Mandy Baldwin at Country Squire Magazine :
“Talking of sex, ladies, if you don’t like what’s being dished up, try varying the menu, instead of betraying private foibles to anyone who’ll listen. How would you like your bits being the subject of gossip? He’s not a rapist just because you’ve gone off him. If he makes your flesh crawl in a bad way, you don’t make a feminist statement by hanging around. Leave, make your own life, let him make his.
“After all, one woman’s mouldy chipolata is another woman’s prime beef-steak, and chances are, he’s equally miserable: not everyone enjoys being shackled to someone who pulls a face like a bull-dog chewing a wasp at the merest hint of a Morning Glory.”
That’s some priceless imagery, right there.
By The Englishman, last week:
“It’s my Birthday and the pub is open extra hours, what could possibly go wrong?”
I haven’t heard back from him since…
The famed drunkard Colin Deal (@Dear_Booze) should be followed by everyone who has a Twatter account and does this kind of thing.
I think he deserves a place on Mt.
Rushmore Drinkmore. Tonight I shall drink a Captain Morgan and Coke in his honor. Okay, several. He’d want it that way.