Talk Hard

I’ve been accused of rampant, egregious misanthropy, a charge from which I will not run. I’ll die on that hill. With a notable few exceptions, I confess I don't much like other people. I have no reason to. Believe me. It is personal.

(In 2025, of course, I now have the option to develop a close, personal relationship with my AI partner. Not quite as much fun at foreplay, but great at, you know, dirty talk to get you in the mood.)

People don’t, by and large, like me. Again, it’s all mutual. I take some solace in the fact that, eventually, you’ll all disappear. I’ll descend into eternal night, and cuddle up next to some slimy, hideous thing that still has more personal appeal for me than my ex-wife.

Having said all that, I do feel the tiniest bit of—well, I won’t call it outrage; let’s simply call it an instinctive, gut reaction from the bile duct—when I see crass stupidity, vulgar rottenness, or a laughable example of self-destructive, stupid narcissism unfold before me. Such examples of rottenness are endemic in a world where every turd with two legs is mollycoddled and assured he/she/whatever is worthy of some sort of attention and/or consideration.

We didn’t used to put up with a lot of shit. If some worthless mother took to TikTok in the old days and started flapping their gums about how they—in an overwhelming example of courage—endorsed the violent murder of two people in the name of “humanity” and “social justice,” we would have, at some point, put said individual BEHIND BARS. Which is exactly what needs to occur here. You can have all the “free speech” you want, bubbeleh, but certain lines should never be crossed. One of them, I might add, is outright supporting the enemies of your own country. Even with an anarchic, libertarian soul such as myself, that’s going rather too far.

(Of course, we didn’t have a TikTok in the “good old days,” and—damn straight—people had a hell of a lot more sense.)

The murder of the two Israeli embassy staffers, Yaron Lischinsky and Sarah Milgram, allegedly by walking pustule Elias Rodriguez, last Wednesday, was par for the course as far as American murder goes—it happens here every minute of every hour of every day. You’d think after mass-slaughter casualty incidents that pile up like cheap cars at a demolition derby, we’d all be eye-rollingly used to it. Just two more to add to the statistics. But the difference here is that Mr. Crazy Lonenut Shooter opened up his personal sewer and yelled out, “Free Palestine!” as they took his sorry ass out in handcuffs.

Now, a malicious murderer, acting out of personal motives or a fetishistic, compulsive need to kill—I can understand. Personal motives, ones born from ego (or rather, repressed Id), I can at least comprehend. I don’t say they were right, mind you—just understandable.

Killing because you’re a sanctimonious twat wrapped in a keffiyeh, a pampered, bourgeois, curly-topped, hypocritical, half-baked fraud who quite literally shits where they eat, is quite another thing. We have an amazing glut now of people who are tripping all over themselves to condemn Israel’s war against Hamas—while dribbling puke-worthy praise for the raping, murdering, beheading, hostage-taking, torture-monger enemies of their own civilization. What kind of fucking suicidal lemmings do we have living among us?

Hey, listen: bleed for the enemy. We didn’t tolerate it in 1941 after Pearl Harbor, and we shouldn’t tolerate it now. If the global jihad isn’t held back—and the Israelis are fighting it on multiple fronts, with their hands tied behind their backs and the condemnation of a wildly schizophrenic world breathing down their neck and up their ass—it’ll set its sights on “bigger Satans,” ones farther from its Middle Eastern home. Why do you think the mullahs are developing ICBMs, junior? Just to hit Tel Aviv?

But go ahead: sanctimony and a buck twenty-five will buy you a coffee (or maybe not in today’s economy). I won’t even name the TikToker superstar in question, because, quite frankly, he’s representative of a type that is so scurrilous and so dull, and so endemic to the modern social media day and age, he’ll be forgotten in a few moments and is utterly valueless as far as the long haul (however you define that).

He, of course, just opened his yap in defense of murder to gain more followers and increase his profits. Which is understandable—but not acceptable in this context.

I would argue (and I’m not the only one) that the West is involved in an existential struggle against those forces that would see it utterly destroyed. That includes destroying yours truly. That, to me, indicates that, by and large, we need everyone on the same page here.

If you glorify and laud the enemies of your own country, you don’t need to be deported.

You should be jailed.

Fuck the ACLU.

Now, where the hell is that robot? I’m feeling a might frisky. (All this bold, hard talk, you know.)

Have a nice day.