“Anonymous” has a great comment explaining the motivation of the Lords of Lies.
As Fabian Saulinsky pointed out over on MPC, “We’re really living in a world that resembles the final years of the Soviet Union, when the State Media existed as little more than a status signaling tool of the elite designed to humiliate and demoralize via punishing repetition of obvious untruths.”
(For Trek nerds, think of the torturer ranting at Picard that there were five lights and demanding Picard agree with him. It wasn’t because the torturer believed it and wanted company in his delusions, it was just another form of abuse.)
However, it seems the Goebbels-lets in charge of Harrison Bergeron’s megaphone, Salon in particular, have broken the first rule of drug dealers everywhere – namely by sneaking hits of their own product – and have succumbed to the inevitable brain damage. They now merely drivel transparent clickbait that can have no purpose but to further enrage sane people. The Onion can no longer parody them effectively because parody would imply coming up with something more ridiculous, more nakedly contemptuous of their audience, than what they happily say already.
Case in point, a year ago they were giggling that it was racist to worry about Ebola. The logical endpoint of their encroaching lunacy would be to state that you’re a racist unless you take out a billboard ad with your home address, begging third world savages to do a Wichita Horror on your family, then deed over your property to whichever of them gets there and does the “job American’s wont do” first.
Who knows, maybe the true believers will take them up on it.
The equalist leftoids who occupy most positions of power in the West are brazen hypocrites; most of them don’t believe their own bullshit, yet they spout it endlessly. The reason is because they want to humiliate you. To see you figuratively on your knees, your will bent in service to repeating their lies as if they were truth, and thus your identity — your soul — stripped of autonomy and coerced into servitude to your putative betters.
Well, CH says fuck that noize. You come here and you’ll learn to rise to your feet, and stare down the leftoids who claim a mantle of moral purity but who are in reality cruelty artists with a sadistic streak a mile wide (but an inch deep).
This is a good time to remind the equalist cruelty artists that there’s one foe who makes you piss your pajama boy pants: another cruelty artist with an additional quality you lack.