Milo and the Bookstore
The libels against Milo Yiannopoulos continue, but the still, small voice of truth is speaking also. Those who were deceived innocently at first now have no excuse.
Within hours, an unedited version of the year-old conversation used to libel Milo was available, as were leaks from the press revealing that the attack was deliberate, coordinated, and duplicitous.
If any man looks at the evidence, pro and con, and decides Milo is secretly an advocate for pedophilia rather than a victim of it and a public crusader whose work has put three pedophiles behind bars, I will not argue the point. At least he looked at the evidence.
A man who condemns, sight unseen, a fellow human soul, taking the word of the Fake New media as gospel, that man has let partisanship overmaster his conscience and common sense.
He has joined a mob. He has joined the Two Minute Hate.
A question for my fellow Catholics: when is the last time, on a nationally syndicated program of any kind, you heard a popular voice praising the Catholic Church, or saying she is right about everything?
I can answer for myself: it was Milo, on Bill Maher, and in his speeches in colleges, freely available on the internet.
And before that? I can name no one. I am not old enough to remember Fulton Sheen.
Is he a shameful and terrible spokesman for our beautiful Church? Yes, indeed, I fear he is. When I get to heaven, I will certainly chide Saint Mary Magdalene the whore and St. Matthew the tax-gathering collaborator, wag my finger under their noses, and demand to know why persons of doubtful morals speak up for Christ, embarrassing the righteous and the just.
Or maybe I will certainly not. I am too acutely conscious of my own sins and shortcomings to cast the first stone.
It is true that Milo jokes about homosex in a fashion that makes light of an abomination. But it is not for this that he is on the receiving end of the Two Minute Hate.
It is because he will not bow to the violent and bloodthirsty idol called Political Correctness, who is a jealous goddess, and will have no other gods before her.
Personally, I sincerely hope Milo confesses his sins, repents, and stops offering scandal to the heathens. Based on his public comments, he sincerely hopes so as well.
In the meanwhile, all the usual suspects are reporting, as news, that Milo is over and done. The same story with the same headline allegedly coming from independent stories is propping up an agreed-upon narrative.
Bill Maher is taking bows for having permanently silenced Milo, something paid rioters were not able to do. Ironic, considering he was not involved in the character assassination, but instead gave Milo a boost in the public eye, after he and his guests melted into frothing, foul-mouthed incoherence on camera, combining ‘oaf’ with ‘offal’.
But Mr. Maher’s vaunting is merely one drop in the shower of self-congratulation.
Anyone who has read Vox Day’s grim and insightful SJWs ALWAYS LIE will recognize this ritual at once. After the ritual denunciation of the unperson, the warren gathers together for a ritual triumph, and marches in lockstep around the city thrice, flourishing the effigy of their foe’s severed heads on pikestaffs, pretending victory.
Is it victory? We shall see. Much depends on Milo’s grit, which, in times past, has been admirable, even remarkable.
In the meanwhile, the mock outrage of the artificially generated scandal based on a lie has had the predictable effect of generating more book sales for Milo (and, as it happens, for me).
Scrolling down, we see:
FORBIDDEN THOUGHTS has gone up several thousand spots in rank since the mock outrage at the contrived scandal hit.
While this hardly takes the sting out of the gross and barbaric sight of hooting tribes of howler monkeys savaging a victim of sexual child abuse at the one spot in his psychology where he is no doubt most vulnerable, accusing him of being a supporter of the very abuse he suffered and fights, nevertheless, a certain sour sense of satisfaction is in order, for it also hints at the futility of the effort.