Steyn whistles past the dogs in the graveyard

What frequency does a Mitch McConnell speech have to be ringing inside your head for even the most racially obsessed Caucasian MSNBC anchorman to hear the words “PGA tour” as “deep-rooted white insecurities about black male sexuality”? That’s way beyond dog-whistling, and somewhere between barking mad and frothing rabid. Nah, it's all a Stalinist plot to steal our precious bodily fluids, says Mr Rot.

The Gavrilo Princip of our time

History does not record whether Princip embarked on his mission with 15 pieces of wienerschnitzel or Sachertorte in his backpack, but he changed the course of history.

Post-racial, post-gender, post-modern jeux d'esprit

Woulda been garroted in Cambridge

Questions nobody's asking...

Steyn really losing it...

It was only a matter of time. When those guys that care about Islam too much steep in their juices for a while, they end up reading what blonde Democrat sluts have to say about \epsilon-dishonest politicians.

Steyn painting by the numbers...doom doom doom

Trumped up

Steyn

Jon Stewart, teabagger

Rule dhimmania part CCLXXVI

Canonical Steyn

Steyn's sensitivity training goes poorly

Please. Behead me last. And don’t use the rusty scimitar

The cardboard heroes of the American media are your go-to guys for standing up to entirely fictitious threats. But for real ones? Not so much.

Steyn hot for Ayaan, another hater

Haters for healthfood. Hey Tecs! Why don't you smoke a pack or two just to spite your nemesis!

Steyn howling about Jimmah or something...

Steyn with another boring punning title

but a couple interesting pre-post-mortems.
Wonderful.

Just Follow Da Party Line, Brudder...and Yer get a Passable Kayla.

Harry Reid's Negro Problem - And Ours [Mark Steyn]

Re Senator Reid and the "light-skinned Negro", I agree with much of what's written below, and obviously any Republican Senate Majority Leader who started musing on such matters would be dark-skinned toast in nothing flat. But this comment by Matthew Yglesias (full disclosure: Mr Yglesias has no use for me) tiptoes ever so tentatively toward the heart of it:

"It’s good that Reid apologized, but at the same time you can’t really apologize for being the sort of person who’d be inclined to use the phrase “negro dialect” and it’s more the idea of Reid being that kind of person that’s creepy here than anything else."

One understands the realities of power. You can talk about how light-skinned and clean the Negro is and that's perfectly okay as long as you support the President's policies (or, as Mr Obama put it in his acceptance of Reid's apology) "social justice". But, if you go along to a town hall meeting and say you oppose the health care bill because you're very concerned at what you hear about waiting times for MRIs in Canada, you're obviously a knuckledragging racist who's itching to string that uppity Negro from the nearest tree."

Okay, fine. But, even if you accept all that, you're still left with what Mr Yglesias calls the "creepiness" - the fact that the Senate Majority Leader and to a lesser extent the Vice-President think in this way. To those of us who find identity politics repugnant, it would seem to confirm that an unhealthy obsession with "anti-racism" eventually becomes so condescending it's indistinguishable from racism - or, at any rate, the micro-classifications of apartheid - to the point where bigtime Dem honchos are sitting around saying, "What we need here is a clean octoroon." "Well, this high yaller from Chicago might do the trick." I mean, in what sense are Harry Reid's remarks any different from this? The Weekly World News' "Ed Anger" commenting last week on Obama's first transsexual appointment:

"I saw some pretty lousy looking she-males back in Korea, and I gotta say: this new one at least can pass"

Don’t just stand there, do something

More Steyn.

Pinko lords and stinking peasants

Another angle: Jared Diamond in his recent book Collapse supplies a clue to how a peculiar form of madness can grip a people and lead to economic demise. He looks at the wasteland that used to be Easter Island, with those forlorn heads staring into the abyss, and asks: what idiot chopped down the last tree, in order to move those heads to their resting places?