As The Warren Turns: Anna Kreider Gets Bigwwigged

bigwig.pngIf there’s one thing you can count on in this world, it’s that Jesus died for our sins, rose from the dead, and ascended into heaven, and will come again in glory to judge the living and the dead.  Okay, that’s four things.

But if there are FIVE things you can count on in this world, one of them is that the fuel that powers the engine of social justice must be constantly replenished lest the grand march of history towards the great SJW utopia stall on the tracks.  Unfortunately for those warriors of the SJ type, the fuel for collectivists consists of individuals.  The process of rooting out crimethink, combined with the victim hierarchy, ensures that somewhere, somebody is going to be sacrificed on the altar of tolerance.

This week, that somebody is Anna Kreider, she of the I Think I’ll Make Myself A Third Sandwich blog.  She made the unforgivable sin of expressing thoughts on homosexuality without actually being a homosexual herself.  What’s worse, she did that in an attempt to accuse normal, white, Republican, Christian men of causing a gay, Afghan, Democrat, Muslim to shoot up a bar in hashtag-Orlando.

Live by the witch-hunt, die by the witch-hunt.

Here’s a taste of her confusion in a follow-up post:

It’s worth noting that throughout ALL of this I HAVE been listening to queer voices and asking for advice in how to proceed, and those voices have been saying a lot of mixed things. There’s a lot of division over this right now and it’s really hard to know how to proceed.

Pardon me while my freude gets a good schadening.

It’s almost exactly as though ensuring the purity of the message were far less important than ensuring the identity of the messenger.

Anna is currently being told by the people higher on the victim totem pole – not the top, that would be muslims, but gays are higher on that pole (heh) than mere normal women – to get back into the drawing room and go back to counting pictures in elfgame books.

She should come on over to the alt-right.  Lose some weight, get some buns in that oven, and learn how to build a few decent hate-memes – she would be welcomed with open arms, baby.

And we watch out for our own.  We don’t throw them on the pyre at the slightest whiff of impurity or witchcraft.

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At long last, a tall cool drink of alt-right water in the midst of a liberal and cuckservative desert. Inspired by the need for soldiers in the Culture War, E. Reagan Wright volunteered to stand up to the forces of progressivism before they complete their takeover of the once energetic, diverse and just plain fun hobby of role-playing games. A lone voice in the digital wilderness preaching to that quiet, right-wing remnant that has languished in the cold for years. E. Reagan Wright loves his Mom, guns, apple pie, football, and calling that lesser game by its rightful name - soccer.
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