We tried their way. We tried apologies, capitulation, and shame. Now it’s time for them to try something: GET OFF MY LAWN.
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We tried their way. We tried apologies, capitulation, and shame. Now it’s time for them to try something: GET OFF MY LAWN.
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Copyright: © 2020 Gavin McInnes
Antifa released my cell phone number to the world and I went through 24 hours of abusive texts, phone calls, and voice mails. Then, the story went mainstream and everyone heard about it. What followed was 24 hours of fans saying, "Vice sucks now" and "Keep fighting the good fight." I kind of prefer the haters because I got a good hard look at the sociofascists on the Alt-Left. Turns out they don't really believe what they say and ultimately just want $1,000 to get their car fixed. Sad.
I pulled out an oldie but goodie from the fist fight archives in a futile attempt to try and thwart the pussification of today's youth. Getting stabbed and or shot is not good but what's the matter with a brief altercation outside of a bar? At the very least it makes for a good story - and good stories are what podcasts are all about.
"Y'all are brutalzing me" exclaimed Ronnie Dobbs and I know how he feels. This conspiracy theory-laden ep has me ranting like Alex Jones about the "sociiofascists" on the "alt-left" who push #Fakenews about me being a Nazi who helped organize Charlottesville. The real point of this ep is to show the gray area between "Globalist billionaires are sabotaging my life" and "Some leftist political groups engage in harassment."
After discussing the bizarre phobia W.A.S.P.s have with the common wasp, I get into this culture of fear we live in where men are so scared someone will see their penis, they urinate in the bathroom stall. I don't know if this kind of stuff angers you but it drives me crazy. I don't know why I care so much about how other people behave but everything from flip-flops to people who pick their nose drives me up the wall. Then, we get into America's obsession with race and how that subject dominates the national conversation while the opioid epidemic and child molesters are totally ignored.
I know it's September 11th but instead of talking about the most effective blow against the West in the history of warfare, I'd rather talk about Westfest where Proud Boys from all over the world go to Vegas to get wasted and fight. It was real fun but I drank so much I am doing this podcast with a hangover that could easily be in the Guinness Book of World Records.
Insipired by a video Stossel did called "How Government Caused the Boy Crisis" I take a look at the different roles moms and dads have in a marriage. I do all the driving. She does all the cooking. I handle the outside of the house. She handles the inside. I tell the kids not to shit their pants. She consoles them if they do. It works.
I sit down with my right hand man Ryan Katsu Rivera and we discuss his ability to do impressions. I can't do them. Is that because I haven't tried or is it just a skill you can't acquire. Would I be able to do Tony Soprano if I worked on it for hours at a time? I don't think so. There has to be some kind of physical traits your born with that enable you to mimic sound better than others.
I start out talking about how awesome strip clubs are which doesn't make sense because I haven't been to one since my daughter was born. Doesn't that mean there's something depraved and sexist about them? Whatever. The bigger picture here is men are depicted as these drooling creeps but we're actually very reverent. We appreciate women's bodies. How about women appreciate all the awesome stuff we do like build garbage trucks? Those things are pretty involved. I think we could all do with a heaping dose of reverence and respect for all of man's creations and that includes strippers.
After two weeks on the lam, I'm back to talk about my road trip and all the weird places I visited in Niagara Falls, rural Ontario, and Montreal. Turns out Niagara Falls is trashier than ever, rural Ontario is still paradise, and Montreal has completely lost its mind.
Austin is banning bands and ruining their careers for not following the rules. I don't want artists to follow the rules. I don't even want them to know what the rules are. Same with movies. I don't want to know how actors feel about climate change and the latest tax cuts. I want to pretend they are being chased by CIA operatives through Budapest. We keep ruining art by dissecting it and exposing every intimate detail. That's like watching a chick get ready to go out. It ruins the surprise.