What Would “Winning” Look Like?

 



Long before my firsthand, financially challenging experience arm-wrestling with SJWs, I’d been shoulder-checking leftoid beta-male faggotry on my blog since the summer of 2001.



And before that, I’d been hearing about “the death of political correctness” ever since the day it came home from the hospital. Because I was at the baby shower.



Back then, in the late 1980s, SJWs were mostly British, and were
referred to disparagingly as “the loony left”—hideous, humorless
weirdos—even by leftists I worked and lived with.



The contagion spread to America, but no worries, because the satirical film PCU came out and people were like, “Look! We’re mocking them! They’re toast!”



That was twenty years ago.





Around that time, Nick DiPaolo won some Best Young Comic award and
was repeatedly assured he was going to be the Next Big Thing because he
was so politically incorrect and “people are dying for someone to take
that on.” Now, I LOVE DiPaolo with all my heart (and MasterCard), but, well, I hear he’s playing Hilarities in Trenton this weekend. Sometimes his liberal superstar pals Amy Schumer and Louis C.K. toss him guest spots on their award-winning TV shows.



I could go on: Tough Crowd, anyone? Howard Stern? “South Park conservatives”?



We have been “winning” since the beginning, and yet we keep losing.



And what would “winning” look like?



Take my home province: Our lesbian premier has mandated a new sex-ed curriculum that was co-written by a convicted pedophile and teaches kids, among other things, that there are six genders, not two. Brown and yellow parents protested
again and again. The white premier dismissed them as “bigots.” So did
the all-powerful teachers’ union and the other civil servants who got
the lesbian premier elected, and will do so next time around.



So: How does having 100,000 Twitter followers, and plenty of fun, fix something like this?



Can we really overthrow society’s self-selecting, multigenerational
“progressive” elite—the one that runs the government, education,
entertainment, and even the military—or should we focus on constructing a semi-underground counterculture, encompassing everything from homeschooling to self-defense?



And if so, does that turn us into the “safe spacers” we rightly loathe?



I’m also concerned about the emphasis on “cool.”



I’m as susceptible to its allure as anyone, but at bottom, “cool” is
not a Christian, or even a classical, virtue, and it’s led many astray.
Remember: Alger Hiss was the “cool” one, not Whittaker Chambers. Ditto
Gloria Steinem vs. Phyllis Schlafly.



Yes, I know: I’m old and even when I was young, I was never sexy and
hip. Frankly, I’m allergic to fun. Gavin and Milo’s intermittent
sex-and-drugs talk gave me hives.



But I’m also not a joiner, so this isn’t about me wanting to be one of the “cool” kids.



What I am is a contrarian, even among the contrarians.



So I’m compelled to ask again:



What would “winning” look like? Not just “leading the race,” but after “crossing the finish line”?



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