Thanks to Elon Musk, we now clearly see how our enemies hate the idea of free speech – at least for us peasants. And of course they do, since they suck and they want to keep power by keeping people from pointing out their myriad failures. But do they really want a world where concepts like free speech give way to the rule of the strongest, because these toads are not exactly Charles Atlas? Looks like yet another chance for them to find themselves kicked in the Schumer by their own New Rule.
Also, here’s a bunch of whining about the process of getting my two new books out this year with some Swalwell and Stelter insults thrown in.
Who’s Afraid of the Big Bad Free Market of Ideas?
One of the many salutary consequences of Elon Musk making a play for Twitter is how it got so much of our garbage elite to reveal exactly who they are. And who they are is little Nazis terrified by the idea that us proles might be able to speak freely.
A 2017 clip of Mika Brzezinski treating the First Amendment like she treated Joe’s marriage made the rounds, in which she was complaining that people like her are supposed to tell us what to think. Let’s leave aside that having someone like Mika in charge of thinking is like handing the car keys to Stevie Wonder. What’s pretty amazing not that she believes that – they all do – but that she was dumb enough to say it out loud. The only way she could be dumber is by being Joe’s intern instead of his former side piece.
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Pasty goblin Robert Reich took a break from being a tiny mopnster and became a tiny, clownish fascist when he announced that freeing up speech would destroy democracy. You need to understand that when Bobby and his pals say “our democracy,” they mean “our dictatorship.”
Max Boot, a twee geebo who wears a stupid hat and writes books about men who went to war from the perspective of a twee geebo who was not man enough to himself, announced that what we need is more content moderation, not less. OK, if that’s the new rule, fine. I propose we start by moderating the content of twee geebos in ridiculous headgear.
Oh wait, that’s not what they meant! They dig the censorship, sure, yet they kind of assume that they will get to be the censors. But you know, I don’t think the rest of us are cool with that. We have the numbers. We have the political power. And also, we have all the guns. So, if we’re discarding this actual democracy stuff – as opposed to the undemocratic “democracy” mutation they advocate – then the way things will get done is via power, and frankly the Mikas, Bobbies, and Maxes just do not have the upper body strength to get their way in that paradigm.
But hey, how could shattering another norm go wrong? These people keep forgetting that the rules are not there to protect us. They are there to protect them.
Book Madness
I’m now going to be annoying and complain about the hassles associated with having the chance to write bestselling books. Here’s the problem with writing a book. It takes forever to write one. Now it can be fun – my People's Republic series of conservative action novels is a ton of fun to write, mostly because I get to write what I want to read myself. Usually, writing a book takes mean bout 100-150 hours, since I write about 1000 words an hour. But people – I have a lot of writing to do.
And then there’s non-fiction, which is annoying because stuff keeps happening even after you turn in the book in. My next non-fiction book non-fiction book is We'll Be Back: The Fall and Rise of America and it comes out July 12, 2022 (Pre-order it or the libs win!). We made the deal last August (my agent sold it by text!) and then I had to get it in in January. Fine, except for the whole writing three columns a week, being a lawyer, having a family, tweeting, and needing Kurt Time stuff. Then they edited it for a while and then I got it back with more edits. So, next I had to process those, which I did in a couple days because I like to get stuff off my plate. Next it goes to copy editing to catch my myriad typos, and I had to turn that back around as I did last week. The thing comes in a pdf, typeset, so you’re supposed to make only minor tweaks – a misspelling, a word choice, a minor technical fix. Except the last three months have been rather eventful.
How can I have a chapter about the importance of citizens owning guns without mentioning the humiliation the gun-grabbing sissies felt seeing the Ukrainians handing out AKs to every Tom, Dick and the Ukrainian equivalent of Ivan who came along and wanted to cap Russians? I write a lot in the new book about civil war, mostly from a tactical perspective – how would one actually work? And how can you do that without addressing the revolutionary changes the Ukrainian War demonstrated regarding the vulnerability of armor to light infantry with man-portable anti-tank weapons? You can’t.
So, there’s that.
Then there’s the nightmare of sending advance copies and seeking blurbs – though I got some good ones, it’s kind of lame to ask “Uh, could you give me a few hours of your valuable time to write two sentences saying how awesome my new book is?” I hate hate hate it. And smartasses always do what I do when I get asked and give me blubs like “This is one of the books I’ve read this year” and “The most compelling book since Tater Hotz, the erotic journal of Brian Stelter, who is a potato.”
But on the plus side, I read We’ll Be Back again from the top and it’s pretty lit. The libs will soil themselves worse than Eric Swalwell after guzzling prune juice at Fang Fang’s condo.
Now I am in the midst of writing Kelly Turnbull No. 7, the next book after The Split, for release this fall. Spoiler: It is a sequel, not a prequal, in that it picks up right after Collapse with the US and the blue dictatorship still at war. Oh, there’s shooting. Is there ever shooting. It’s called Inferno, and it’s also going to be lit – literally.
My super-secret email address is kurt.schlichter@townhall.com.
