Good advice

As always, Kurt Schlichter gets right to it, in regards to the continuing yuk-fest among Virginia Democrats:

It’s called “Alinsky Rule No. 4,” pals. “Make the enemy live up to its own book of rules.” Cue the sad trombone. Somewhere, Brett Kavanaugh is laughing into his Budweiser.

I know I am, except it’s Dos Equis.

But this hilarity does bring up something serious we need to consider on the conservative side. We need to prepare for the next time some Republican gets besieged by SJW witch-burners, and be ready with our response to their unwarranted demands for his/her/xir’s head.

Our response should be, “Go pound sand.” 

Now, that’s not necessarily the phraseology we should use. Mine would be more colorful, and anatomically challenging, but the point is the same. They don’t get a head for their wall. They don’t get to win. Not over silliness.

And the main point? Fair game might require recent behavior:

So when one of ours has some bonehead maneuver from his frat days revealed by eager Dems smelling blood, that’s what we should say to the calls for resignation and social ostracism. “No.”

Really terrible stuff, by someone of age, done recently? Perhaps a different story. But this bizarre, unspoken assumption that someone can’t change and grow up in a third of a century – especially when the evidence is that he or she changed and grew up in a third of a century – is profoundly destructive. It’s designed to allow the SJWs unlimited power to ex post facto decree someone unfit for society at their whim. They will scour a target’s past, decide something regrettable is unforgivable, and demand his or her head. And you just know that the GOP establishment Fredocons are willing to give it up without a fight.

Online mobs only have power if we allow them to have power. Joining one is, often enough, malicious. Why would you write a negative online review of a restaurant you'll never eat at, anyway?

A story: at this point in 1984, I was editor of The Round Table, the student newspaper at Beloit College. And in that role I did some things as editor that I would never do today, including running a critical Letter to the Editor without fixing any of the punctuation or grammar errors the writer made. While I thought the criticisms the writer provided were baseless (I still do), that was a crappy thing to do. But 20-year-olds do crappy things.

So should we give SJWs and their liberal enablers a pass? No. But we should not take their bleatings seriously. And I do recommend Alinsky Rule Number 5:

 5. “Ridicule is man's most potent weapon.”

And suggesting that these harpies get a life is not only a proper application of Rule Number 5, it's good advice.

Lightning Round -- 020419

Freezing rain this morning. Yes, it's about 55 degrees warmer than it was a few days ago, but Mother Nature is still trying to kill us. So shake down the thunder:

• The Super Bowl was dull. Just about everyone (with a few exceptions) is tired of the New England Patriots, but it must be said -- they cracked the code on the Rams. Considering half the league is either already planning to, or will begin shortly, emulating the Rams, Bill Belichick's master class will make things interesting for next season. I hope Matt LaFleur was watching closely in Green Bay.
• Ralph Northam now says that yearbook photo of his isn't him, although he did pick out all the other images on his page. It's bad enough to be a racist and a ghoul, but being an unskilled liar takes things up a notch. My next prediction -- Northam will reveal he is actually Bill Clinton's half-brother.
• Super Bowl ads were mostly meh, but the jarring one was the "wait, what?" appearance of Andy Warhol, dead 32 years now, as a pitchman for Burger King. I'm eagerly waiting for the Picasso endorsement of Culver's and the inevitable pairing of Jackson Pollock and Jack in the Box. This one has Top Ten List potential, although having Frida Kahlo saying "Yo quiero Taco Bell" might be beyond the pale.
• By the way, pitchers and catchers report in less than two weeks.

Memory hole

You might remember a few months back, when the Democrats were determined to sink Brett Kavanaugh, that his high school yearbook was given a level of analysis befitting a doctoral candidate studying Finnegan's Wake. You don't need to get all that meta to understand Ralph Northam's medical school yearbook:

Nice hood

This was 1984. I remember 1984. I was editor of my college newspaper that year. I did not publish any blackface photos, although I don't remember a whole lot of blackface happening at my school. 1984 was also, of course, the title of Orwell's classic novel, which included the idea of memory holes. I bet Northam wishes he could put this in the memory hole, but it's too late now.

He's going to get the Al Franken treatment. There will be no toughing this one out. And given Northam's campaign went to great lengths to portray his Republican opponent, Ed Gillespie, as a racist, Northam deserves it.