Memo to a heroic social justice warrior of our time

Memo to a heroic social justice warrior of our time

by Jon Rappoport

December 9, 2016

To you, who will save us all from committing hate crimes…

To you, the campus heroine who is emotionally triggered by an ant on a bread crumb…

Here is useful advice:

When you show up at an event protesting and screaming and crying inconsolably, because one of your professors used the word “Halloween” in class, you have to come across as authentic. You can’t look like you’re making it up and pretending. You need training. Enroll in an acting class. Learn how to access childhood traumas (e.g., no ice cream after supper) and spew out the emotions as if they’re spontaneous, rather than studied. And for goodness sakes, don’t mug for the camera. It’s a dead giveaway.

Instead of outfitting your safe space on campus as a kindergarten, with coloring books and Play-Doh and blocks and little choo-choo trains, build it in the style of a large hospital room. Beds, IVs, perhaps a small bouquet of flowers on a night table. Bottles of pills, disarmingly ugly trays of institutional food. Dress a few adults in doctors’ coats. They move in and out, checking charts. These are all signals that you’re truly disabled.

When you’re out and about, don’t wear designer clothes and don’t carry expensive gear. Be tattered. Tear up old clothes and rub them in dirt and mud before you put them on. Go for the “young homeless” look.

Don’t ever mention you’re matriculating at a school where the tuition is in the tens of thousands. That’s a negative.

Don’t carry an expensive cell phone, and don’t reflexively look down at your hands as if you were carrying it.

At events, arrange your people’s sounds. Keeping in mind where the campus-press microphones and iPhones are, introduce a blend of screams, yells, moans, and whimpers. Don’t let the screams drown out everything else. You want a range of noise, indicating you and your triggered followers represent a diversity of crippled reaction.

Body size. At events, avoid a gaggle of the obese up front. The sympathy factor will diminish. Fat, thin, normal—distribute the shapes. No one carries food.

Ten to 15 minutes of action are enough. Preserve your energy.

As a rule of thumb, 30% anger is the limit. More suggests you’re moving over from a) being-triggered into b) activism, which is a quite different category.

The world is your oyster. In your mind, pretend every adult you encounter equals “a parent who originally triggered you.” If by chance a grief counselor shows up looking for a quick hustle, avoid him. You don’t want help. Help is out of the question.

—Of course, when you graduate from college, you’re going to shift gears rapidly.

You’re going to find a job in a Democratic political campaign and then work your way through a blizzard of Left organizations. These are paid positions.

This is a budding career.

Different casting call, different life.

Boom.

Then you’ll: dress up, not down. You’ll need to look good and switch into articulate mode. Clean, mean, and precise. Ruthless.

After a few years in the trenches, find a liberal banker. Marry him. You were gay, you’re not gay now. Not for at least six years, when comes the divorce and the quite generous settlement:

It’s amicable. You move into nice digs on the upper east side of Manhattan. This is your launching platform.

Now…there are several ways you can go. A gig with a well-endowed foundation. Campaign consultant for a Demo candidate running for a seat in the House. But…you could even start your own news outlet. Worm your way into meetings with staffers for the next Demo presidential nominee and assure them your news operation can serve as a front. They can feed you stories.

Your new girlfriend is a fairly famous musician. She puts you straight into Hollywood. A whole slew of new connections. Now you can practice the art of hosting, arranging meetings between people on both coasts who would otherwise never rub elbows.

It’s all good. You’re a seller, and the buyers are there.

Soon, you’re Beverly Hills and Bel-Air and Manhattan and Washington and Georgetown.

From dribbling triggered screaming college scoundrel to star.

The whole arc should take no more than 15 years. You can do that standing on your head.


Exit From the Matrix

(To read about Jon’s mega-collection, Exit From The Matrix, click here.)


Issues? Climate change. Open borders. Global interdependence. Minorities. Universal healthcare. With your well-manicured hand on Henry Kissinger’s knee, in a quiet parlor off the living room at a party, you can ask a few questions, and he can brief you on all you need to know in a half-hour.

Why not?

You’re a liberal, you’re a communist, a socialist, a Progressive, an elitist, a Globalist, a host, a doyen, a journalist, publisher, deal-maker, fixer, high-flyer, investor, carpetbagger, insider, Hollywoodist, shill.

It works.

You’re “for the people.”

Always were.

And always will be.

From that central lie, everything spreads out like spokes of a wheel.

You’ve made it.

And one day, when a weeping dribbling triggered college kid approaches you for advice, you can look down at her and smile, knowing you were there once, knowing that’s how you started out; it was your first gig, it’s how you muscled into the game. It was your initial con.

Maybe, after 20 years, she can be you.

If she has that unrelenting attitude, and that…

Clean…

Clear…

Moral vacuum…

In the depth of her soul.

Jon Rappoport

The author of three explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED, EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, and POWER OUTSIDE THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. He maintains a consulting practice for private clients, the purpose of which is the expansion of personal creative power. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free NoMoreFakeNews emails here or his free OutsideTheRealityMachine emails here.

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6 comments on “Memo to a heroic social justice warrior of our time

  1. lesha says:

    This piece is simply…beyond words…

  2. elliottjab says:

    Ahhhh… Jon… Not that there was any doubt in my mind – whatsoever – you are truly the magician – and boy, are you awake!!!

  3. Michael Burns says:

    What happened?.. did the poet sneak out and take over you blog, ya big news faker. Are you on the list yet? Your not legit, unless your on the list.

    Ah yes ‘Safe Spaces’ they should have a nice collection of epi-pens and a defibrillator..stretchers, those fuzzy little electrically colored animal costumes to act out their micro-feelings from all those micro-aggressions, via the nature of their fuzzy little pokemon spirit animal.

    Off course my safe room would be much better than theirs; spurs and whips and things, a big bag of Maui Wowie next a bong the size of Buddha; a well stocked shelf of Jameson’s Irish Whiskey; made by neutered Irish catholic priests for all that buggery and sin they have been responsible for…and they perform this task of making Jameson’s as an act of contrition, don’t ya know.

    A few playboy magazines scattered around; which by the way I get for the inciteful and very intelligently written articles inside. A karaoke machine in corner for when the Jameson’s kicks in; put whiskey in an Irishman and he’ll begin to sing…loudly. Usually some song about being an Irish asshole. My guitars in the corner, would be a help, a few sketch pads and pencils, and paint. No TV’s though.

    “Body size. At events, avoid a gaggle of the obese up front. The sympathy factor will diminish. Fat, thin, normal—distribute the shapes. No one carries food.” – JR

    I think you struck on their strategy, they do tend to put the more robust and hair triggered 4th wave feminists up front don’t they. Those girls fight like Romans on crack.

    Very funny Jon, too funny actually…as usual you have knocked it out of the park.

  4. Holy sheesh, Jon, with words like that I’d worry if you were one of the “master planners”!

    Great piece and thank goodness the campaign’s run by relative dunderheads.

    Best
    OT

  5. Sue Nicholoy says:

    I have to chuckle looking, in my imagination of course, at the faces of the alt-left as they read this. How did he find this out?

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