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At CPAC Texas, which was pretty epic, conservative video personality Alex Stein was seen hassling some evil Vice reporter on the floor of the convention as onlookers pointed and laughed. This is a cruel and mean and necessary development. Hey, don’t look at me – I didn’t make the new rules. I’m just the guy demanding we enforce the new rules ruthlessly against our enemies.

Also, I tried Wagyu steak and it was amazing. But I’m not sure I will try making it myself.

We Have To be Awful To Them

The sight of Alex Stein, fresh from his body-positive critique of AOC’s “big booty,” following around a bewildered and masked reporter from Vice at last week’s CPAC and just laying into her about how much she sucked, would have once summoned up some distaste. Not this time. It is good to make the media sad and we should do it more often.

Heck, I did it. I was on stage and gleefully pointed out that somewhere in the back – CPAC organizer Matt Schlapp hilariously stuck the media cretins behind the camera platform so they were completely out of the sight of normal people – there was a Rolling Stone scribbler literally defecating himself at the nonstop blasphemies our Larry O’Connor-led panel was spouting. The crowd appreciated the media mockery – it was good to let them know we hate them right back.

But is this who we are? It is now.

These media slugs are terrible people who wish us enslavement or death. They dox our people, lie about our motives, and do their utmost to cause us harm. They are regime minions with total dedication to the official narrative who know no limits to the calumny they will inflict upon us. For too long they have been protected by their abuse of our principles and morality, sheltered by our own arbitrary constraints on our ability to return fire with equivalent glee.

“Oh, she’s a girl, you can’t be mean to her!” Nope.

“We must respect the media and its role in our society!” Nope.

“It’s ugly to be mean to people.” Yeah, it kind of is. And?

As Andrew Breitbart declared, “War.” 

The essence of being based is not merely being aware of who the enemy is but of understanding that no principles – at least none worthy of having – require us to take their Schiff. For too long, the media has hidden behind the gentleman on our side who clutched their pearls and cautioned against hitting back. But we have seen who these Republican “gentlemen” really are. We had that dud W’s back for eight years as he gentleman-ed while they eviscerated him, and the minute we needed him when we chose Trump over his fat, stupid sibling he threw in with his new pals Hillary and Michelle, Bill and Barack, and joined in their lies about us. Watching Alfred W. Neuman, whose gross incompetence killed thousands of our kids, spew the same “You’re racist, sexist, whatever” slanders about us that the left did was a moment of clarification. 

You want rules? Here’s one. Destroy them. Destroy them all. 

As for the trash media, we must mock them. We must insult them. When we see them, we must harangue them and make them miserable. This is called “returning the favor.” 

And it’s important to do it. We need to strike back, and hard. Our people must see that we are not going to take it, that we will dish it out as hard or harder. Our people want and demand a fight. 

Okay, let’s do this thing.

At this point in the column, you might expect the “Well, I wish it were not like this but they made the rules and have to live with them” disclaimer. That’s true to the extent that they made the rules, but there’s no sense in bemoaning the fact that a large man was following around a mask-wearing neurotic with media credentials and that it looked like he was on the verge of making her cry. This is the world she has chosen. The situation is what it is, and there’s no point in being sad about it. We must, instead, ruthlessly do what must be done without hesitation or regret. We must taste their pain and savor its glorious umami essence.

Enjoy the world you made, garbage media. We’re going to.

No Mis-Steak — My Wagyu Adventure

One of the fun parts of going to CPAC, besides dropping verbal napalm on the progs, is hanging with people you don’t get to see often. I live in LA – going to CPAC is literally the only time I am surrounded by people who are not communists. it is my Woodstock.

Now, I went to dinner with a big-name conservative player whose name I shall not share because I am a lawyer and I can’t tell you most of the good stuff I know. But at this dinner, at Perry’s in Dallas, this person said that I had to try the A5 Wagyu steak.

As those who read this VIP column understand, I like steak. I really like steak. In fact, I unnaturally love steak and I would eat steak all the time if that would not prevent me from also eating ribs. I also love ribs.

But I have never gotten around to trying Wagyu. It just never worked out, much like the Never Trumpers. So, dubious, I ordered a six-ounce Wagyu. It was pricey, but not insanely so. It was a treat. Yet, I had my doubts that it would satisfy my manly meat needs.

Oh, it satisfied my manly meat needs. Oh yeah it did.

Think of meat butter. It’s like concentrated steak. It melts on your tongue, leaving – to reuse a phrase from earlier – its glorious umami essence. 

So, would I have it again? Hell yes. Would I have it often? No. It’s a treat, a special occasion entree, something you want to anticipate for a while before having. Though think of the calories savings if six ounces of beef protein was your whole meal…

I love the flavor of a rib-eye and the texture of a New York, the steakiness of flank steak and even a filet’s meatiness. I think of Wagyu as another color stripe in the pride flag of beef. I am all about protein diversity.

Also, I have no idea how I would cook it. Reverse sear maybe? I don’t know. It seems like it would be easy to screw-up, and since it costs almost as much as gasoline under Biden I don’t want to make any mistakes.  If I were to try, it would take intensive prior research. 

Anyway, I thought you would appreciate my latest adventure in meat. 

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