The Scarlet C cuckservative label — Shiv of the Week winner — has really hit a bulls-eye, but what’s more interesting about the extended play body slam of weak whytes is what it illustrates about how semantic weapons work. There is Game in them thar hills, and CH prospectors find the shiniest nuggets.
Their protestations of indifference to the contrary notwithstanding, you know the cuckservative shiv has hit these mincing establishment pansies exemplified by the likes of Matt Lewis square in the deflated scrote. How do you know? I’ll tell you, boy. Look for two reactions.
1. The stuck pig squeals loudest.
Have you ever seen RINOs and their water carriers so incensed? The leftoid opposition toys with them daily and takes dumps in their gaped-mouthed faces, but nothing has riled them up like being called out for EXACTLY WHAT THEY ARE: puling suck-ups who’d sell their mother for one more pat on the head by a callow Ezra Klein.
2. Silent backpedaling.
Watch for cuckservatives to back off their inane, autonomic patter of prostration. If they do, that means the shiv cut deep and their lacerated subconscious bleeds into their conscious comfort zone. It’s a classic human urge when publicly shamed: denounce your shamers, insist on your dignity, but quietly pull back from the behavior that got you pegged (heh) as a poltroon.
In the coming election cycle, listen for ostensibly “””right wing””” candidates to gradually abandon their insipid leftoid-lite boilerplate. That “Shit Cuckservatives Say” page at the top of CH will serve as a reminder to them that the front lines are everywhere now. The pressure and incessant ridicule will keep them honest.
The Shitlib Zone
Somewhere in a hostile press room
There’s a cuck starting to realize
That sucking up has not worked out for him
It’s two A.M.
It’s two A.M. my honor’s gone
I’m sitting here waitin’ the stool still warm
Did you know that Lincoln was a Republican?
Yeah, my daughter’s burning coal, dindu in my bed
Bareback my nation, all community dead
Cannot realtalk, my whole life trained to be a toady
Help, I’m steppin’ into the shitlib zone
This is a bathhouse, feels like Lindsey’s home
My scrotum’s climbed up, under flabby gut
Where am I to go now that I’ve gone post-op?
Soon you will come to know
When the shiv has hit the bone
Soon you will come to know
When the shiv has hit the bone
I’m sticking to the Narrative, demographically doomed
Double crossed middle class gettin’ the screws
Can’t get no election, can’t get through
To Pablo’s crew
Well the cocktail parties ease his coward’s mind
He swears no child left behind!
When the third world comes
He knows damn well he’ll be retreating
And he says, “Help, I’m swishin’ into the shitlib zone
Place is a cookhouse, feels like Mexico
My nation’s been sold to Mark Fuckersperg
Where am I to go when the white vote’s submerged?”
Soon you will come to know
When the shiv has hit the bone
Soon you will come to know
When the shiv has hit the bone
When the shiv has hit the bone
{shredding break}
Help, I’m prancin’ into the shitlib zone
Place is a bathhouse, feels like anal fun
My dignity is gone, an eager tribute
Who’s gonna do the jobs that Americans won’t do?
Help, I’m cuckin’ into the shitlib zone
Place is a bathhouse, can’t stop being prone
My manhood’s been moved, under Jenner’s dress
How far am I to bend when they call me racist?
Soon you will come to know
When the shiv has hit the bone
Soon you will come to know
When CH has raped your soul
When the shiv has hit the bone, oo-ooga!
When the shiv has hit the bone
When the shiv has hit the bone, sha-lom!
When the shiv has hit the bone
wow wow wow wow just wow
wow wow just wowoooooowow
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Are there any aspiring rock stars in the audience? Who wants to put this delectable revision to tape? You, sir? Glory awaits!
