If you’re having trouble keeping track, the French protests, Trump,
Brexit, the Austrian and Italian elections, and the sudden cancellation
of the “Murphy Brown” reboot are all the work of Russian bots. Whereas
the Tijuana caravan, the UK grooming gangs and that rental car heading
toward you on the sidewalk outside the Berlin Christmas market are the
authentic vox populi.
Anyway, my main interest in Max’s defense of the inept and unfeeling Macron was this riposte from Katie Hopkins to Boot’s blaming of the bots:
The world thinks you are a cockwomble, sir. If you are looking for someone to blame – find a mirror darling.
Boot was befuddled:
I have no idea what a ‘cockwomble’ is, but it doesn’t sound like a compliment.
“Cockwomble” was new to me, too, but the etymological analysis of Steve Sailer’s British correspondent
seems persuasive – with “cock” in the sense of fool, perhaps with a
whiff of the Australianism “soft cock” about it. It would also be
pleasing to think it something of a portmanteau with a hint of
“coxscomb” in the sense of the medieval court jester’s hat or the
seventeeth-century fop.
At any rate, it’s an enviable epithet. Indeed, Max Boot appears to be the first American ever to be called a cockwomble.
This leaves Normals no good options – submission or resistance. And
our version of resistance, thanks to culture, geography and the Second
Amendment, is much uglier than the Snooty-Waiterland model. The French
have over-priced gas they can pour into their many, many empty cabernet
bottles. We Americans? Well, we have 300 million-plus guns.
That’s scary. Our elite needs to back down instead of doubling
down, but with leaders as unwise and malignant as Felonia Milhous von
Pantsuit, is that realistic? Do you think any of our alleged superiors
truly understand that Normals are not just going to give up
participating in their own governance? If our elite betters actually got
out of their kale-loving coastal enclaves once in a while, they might
realize that.
CultML 