By Colby Malsbury
Oh, joy. That Crazy Cucked Communist Commissar of all the Canadas – better known to some as Prime Minister Justin Trudeau – is up to his antics again. It’s election season in the senior dominion, and the first shot across the bow has proven to be the leakage of a series of musty photos and videos depicting Mr. Dress-up with melted charcoal slathered all over his face. The pics of him in an extraordinarily twee Aladdin getup that wouldn’t be at all out of place at one of the Rothschilds’ infamous Hellfire club masked balls were bad enough, but an even more incendiary vid surfaced of him in an even darker shade of ochre dressed as some kind of Rastafarian hobo and shuckin’ and jivin’ like a kid getting down to the Lancelot Link theme song back in the day. Not the most auspicious start for a pol who has staked his entire reputation as being someone who might be incompetent and high as a kite on something illicit, but who nonetheless really really cares.
Now don’t get me wrong. In the big scheme, this is mere frat-boy stuff. I’m certainly not about to join the chorus of Dinesh D’Souza wannabes and start chanting about how this proves that Twinkletoes and the Liberal Party of Canada are the real racists. I have to look at myself in the mirror in the morning. However, there is no denying the satisfaction gained from seeing a former drama teacher turned statesman (sorry – statesperson) who fussily demands that the rest of the world conform to the same standards of exulted virtue signalling chi he apparently was born with hoisted high upon his own petard for all the world to marvel at. The unfeigned shock displayed by the leftist press that their golden child – the supposed antithesis of all things Trump – might actually just be another opportunistic paper tiger is a joy to behold. The fact that the most-circulated pic of him also shows him with his darkened hand around his student’s neck making a beeline for an off-limit region also helps greatly in this regard. Muh feminist.
You can’t keep a good globalist asset down, though. What, did you expect him to be chastised for his ‘crime’ as fully as you would be in the same situation? Hah! Why, all he had to do was offer the most insincere ‘apology’ I’ve heard in quite a while that basically boils down to his being a victim of the privileged white environment that he grew up in and that we all have to ‘do better’ and continue to ‘progress’ on the road to an Edenic emasculation. (Incidentally, ‘going forward’ is the official campaign slogan of the Liberals this year. Way to work in a subtle plug for your agenda, Just!) And guess what, friends and neighbors? It’s working. A poll taken after this imbroglio showed the Liberals actually gaining on the Tories, and to be in a virtual tie in support. Even before this poll, it was reported that Liberal backroom strategists were laughing this incident off as inconsequential, and these are not neophytes dealing with their first-ever scandal. Bottom line: Twinkletoes is probably going to brush this unpleasantness off and cruise to his second term in office. Incumbency: it’s not everything in politics, it’s the only thing.
That is not to say Trudeau is getting off entirely without the required penance, though. Nay, he is now obligated to grovel shamelessly before every high ranking ethnic inhabiting the formerly white Canada….not to mention every other high ranking ethnic, everywhere else. Notably, he prostrated himself before his electoral rival Jagmeet Singh, the Sikh leader of the socialist New Democratic Party, begging for absolution. (And, not coincidentally, buttering him up should he require his assistance in forming a government if the Liberals only manage to win a minority of seats in the legislature.) One wee little problem, though: Singh is an Indian, not a negro, and the burnt cork Numbnuts applied to his face is of a decidedly Nubian hue. Why is he apologizing to him? Hilariously, the oh-so-fickle media has provided a pathetic compensatory answer by emending his crime to being the wearing of brownface! Who says race is merely a social construct? Regardless of what subgroup Paleface is guilty of maligning irreparably, however, there can be little doubt that he has earned himself the vaunted title of Sultan Sillyman the Magnificent.
Well, such erratic hyper-sensitive lunacy is nothing we haven’t seen from the Left many a time before. They’ve kind of made a name for themselves pitching a fit over inconsequential spit. And, of course, the utter insipidity and pandering of the Rite as pertains to this issue is also something we are very much used to by now. I earlier alluded to the predictable yet disgusting anti-racist opprobrium chanted by Canadian cohenservatives the Liberals’ way, for the purpose of futilely attempting to schlep together a paltry number of extra votes from ethnic enclaves in Toronto, Montreal, Vancouver, and various desultory Indian reservations. They’re not the only ones engaged in such. In a Beyond Borders world, every hack with a smattering of Adam Smith under his belt and a cringing yearning to be ‘accepted’ in the West has to jump on this bandwagon as well. A representative example can be found in a recent tweet from Stefan Molyneaux – he of the ‘IQ = justification’ mindset:
Listen, I’m not a “wokescold” by any stretch of the imagination, but let’s face facts: Blackface DID originate in the mocking and dehumanization of enslaved blacks in the American South. It’s ugly and bigoted.
10:56 AM · Sep 19, 2019
And your point is exactly what, sir? That this particular form of humor is based off of misfortune? Hate to be the bearer of bad news, but misfortune is what all humor worthy of the name is based upon – unless we’ve been relegated to jokes along the lines of ‘what color is an astronaut’s red helmet?’, lest we offend anybody at all and lose our vaunted blue checkmark. And, just like every other purveyor of selective outrage on this issue, Molyneaux can’t be bothered directing his ‘ugly and bigoted’ rancor towards he who popularized blackface – Al Jolson, aka Asa Yoelson, the ex-cantor whose ‘Mammy’ routine in 1927’s The Jazz Singer set the stage for many imitators to follow….including Amos n’ Andy, which premiered on radio in 1928. Oh sure, he gets the occasional tut-tut thrown his way from the race hustling crowd, but more often than not his particular blackface is interpreted as an eloquent expression of Jewish solidarity with their fellow suffering (if not to nearly the same degree) blacks. I wish I was joking. Likewise, when the infernal Khazaress Sarah Silverman recently revealed that she was sacked from a movie role because an old comedy sketch of her appearing in blackface had surfaced, she had the audacity to mewl about being a victim of ‘cancel culture’ – in her own poetic words: ‘It’s like, if you’re not on board, if you say the wrong thing, if you had a tweet once, everyone is, like, throwing the first stone’ – and that she should get a pass on her transgression so that she can go back to her stand-up routine of profanely jesting at Christ’s sufferings on the cross and reap the Luciferian benefits thereof. Again, nary a peep from the rite on this hypocrisy, unless it was to bewail this as another example of the inherent racism of ‘liberal secularists’, in classic issue-skirting form. In contrast to this kid glove treatment, the few expressions of tepid disappointment directed Trudeau’s way look positively feral in comparison.
Oh, hey, another thing, Sanhedrin of Selective Outrage – in the interests of fairness and balance, I’m sure you’re going to be offering an equally condemnatory encomium towards the multiple examples of whiteface out there sometime soon, right? How dare we dispossessed honkies suffer cultural appropriation at the demeaning hands of hateful Africans who, according to the popular mythos, invented everything and perfected socialism on planet Wakanda? I’m sure we can look forward to the day when a massive bonfire will consume all the loathsome copies of Godfrey Cambridge playing white in Watermelon Man, and Whoopi Goldberg in The Associate, and the Wayans brothers in White Chicks, and Eddie Murphy in any number of 1980s Saturday Night Live skits. If there be such a thing as black marshmallows, I’ll be sure to bring them along for a celebratory toasting! Maybe they’re a thing with hipsters now.
Conservatism of a Burkean sort, modeled as it is on a presupposition of honoring ancient institutions that have proven their merit over the millennia, is a long-interned corpse by now. The modern con exists as a huckster, looking to score cheap ‘gotcha!’ points that are in accordance with the prevailing revolutionary consciousness. They are as Danton to Marat, and they can hardly wait to receive a haircut from the guillotine when their time has come. If charges of racism are the only brickbat they have to throw against Justin Trudeau, then I want no part of any government they might subsequently form. Takimag recently ran an insightful article on conservatism’s total failure to ever address racial controversies, and the concluding paragraph sums things up adroitly:
Conservative intellectuals tend to be a genteel and cowardly bunch. If they don’t blame black misbehavior on external forces in the manner of the left, then they ignore it altogether. There are some politically incorrect exceptions, but they are just that. Carney’s twaddle may keep the left from calling him a “racist,” yet for the right, and for America, it is worse than useless.
How much more so will these conservative intellectuals focus their attention on lightweight white mockery that supposedly has served as the ‘trigger’ for black misbehavior since time immemorial?
As for Trudeau….well, when God sentenced Adam to his new life of labor, He proclaimed ‘in the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread.’ For a rich-boy martinet like Numbnuts, honest perspiration would only cause his mudpack to run.