I finally finished Kill All Normies. I enjoyed it, even if it was riddled with typos (it was rushed through the production process, the publishing house sensing, rightly, it would ring with the Trump election). If I had to summarize it: The Internet had a guy culture of sorts, which was a-political. Gamers and the sort. In 2013, a female developed an online game. The press praised it, even though it wasn’t that good (the Gamergate controversy). The gamers correctly sensed that this was just political correctness and social manipulation, and they were angry that politics and the Establishment had tread on their turf. It ripped the lid off a ton of boiling resentment among the male youth, and the resentment has been spewing forth ever since. They voted for Trump; they relentlessly attack anything that remotely sniffs of political correctness or the Establishment; they care not a wit about polite discourse. They’ve been kicked around all their lives by the political correct leftist establishment, and now they don’t care how they fight. They’re just taking an online firehose filled with gasoline to everything they can find and lighting a match.
And they’re my heroes. Although I certainly can’t condone their actions, I certainly must condone their goals . . . or lack thereof. They sense the whole system is rotten to the core, so they have no respect for it. They don’t even want to understand it. They just want to burn it down. I feel like the old man sitting at his desk, nodding appreciatively at what they’re doing, knowing why they’re mad, and believing their passion is correctly aimed, while shaking his head at the excesses.
And oh, the language this new “right” employs! Hoodoggy. As a man who spent a lot of time in fraternities, stag days at golf courses, locker rooms, and other bastions of manliness, I thought I’d heard it all. Nope. The words these guys use, the completely over-the-top rhetoric, made me blush . . . when I wasn’t ashamedly laughing.
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