A Message From Literally Super Duper Hitler

Time Magazine, that lumbering dinosaur of the old media, is not happy that the alt-right mammals are running around their ankles, eating their eggs, and is ready and waiting for the sweet meteor of death.  Good.

Oh, Pepe, you shortcut to
humor, is there any post
you can’t improve?

Time Magazine called me racist when I was just a Republican.
Time Magazine called me super-racist when I was just a Tea Party Type.
Time Magazine is now calling me a super-duper-racist now that I’m part of the alt-right. 

That’s like three layers of racist stacked on top of each other.

The problem with strategies that rely on trump cards to win is that sooner or later all the trump suited cards have been played.  Then you’re left with nothing.  You’re guns are empty and everyone just watches as you point and click the trigger over and over while the alt-right you’ve been trying to shoot just laughs and walks away.

Remember when Bush was Hitler?  And then McCain, and then Romney?  It wasn’t that long ago.  Now the American media has found that calling Trump Hitler has no effect – the American host has started to develop natural antibodies to that particular attack.  Even squishy center types roll their eyes when they hear Trump labeled Hitler.  Those who use that line of attack out themselves as wild-eyed crazies and full blown crackpot Marxists of the marching in the streets, burning down their own neighborhood “for justice and stuff” types.

It’s so over that of all the lies and distortions and sins of omission that Joel Stein comits, the one thing that motivates me to analyze his piece at all is the rich mother lode of irony it contains.  That screed contains so many layers of irony they are hard to fully pierce.  The one that sticks out to me must be the contradiction inherent in an online article disagreeing with and attacking people for having the temerity to go online and disagree with and attack people.

Welcome to the dark side, Joel Stein.  Your Pepe memes and Harambe meditations are already in the mail.

About Jon Mollison

Jon Mollison was weaned at the literary knee of Tolkein, Howard, Moore, and Burroughs. He spent decades wandering in the wilderness of modern genre fiction, wondering when the magic and wonder went out of the world of dragons and space ships. In his darkest hour, he encountered a wise man who handed him the open secrets to crafting works that emulate the stories of the great authors who built the genre. They are easily summarized in but two words: Regress Harder. Now one of the twelve champions of the Pulp Revolution, his self-published works represent a more direct lineage to the tales of action, mystery, romance, virtue, and pure unalloyed adventure than the bland imitations churned out by New York City publishing houses in recent decades.
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