BruiserBrody
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Not sure where to put this, so here we go:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S8F-XskjlLY
Milo Yiannopoulos is a genius. He’s the George “The Animal” Steele of the right flamethrowers. (Is that a pun?) The prototypical rightwing heel. The pebble in the shoe. The snark. The agitator. Beating them at their own game. Consummate the heel he is. Rebarbative and nasty. With a flair. The great giver and taker. Monumentally offensive. Brilliant. Beyond perfect. He destroys the exponentially vapid attitude-based postured prototypical professional left. But as great as he is, he joins the club of the non-issue shade throwers and smack talkers. That’s it. Great, I’ll admit. Very watchable. But like Billy Maher, no substance. Here’s My Oh Milo in a nutshell: “I’m the conservative most open gay antihero who says what everyone wants to say but can’t out of fear and sensibility. I’m horrible and will outsnark the snark scrums and scrum bags. Love it. To be sure, entertaining but not an argument does it make. It’s fire with fire. The great comeback and zinger. Great. Got it. And by the by, when Larry Wilmore is the voice of the leftie intelligentsia, their cause has been all but abandoned. It’s George Steele in spades. Bravo, Milo. Now that we’ve enjoyed the laugh, let’s get serious. Which is the most entertaining. Those who carry the left banner have all but abandoned what barely existed of a cause. What? Global warming again, transgender bathrooms. Nice try. Milo Yiannopoulos is classic NWA. The heel churning heat. And the arena rats and marks fall for it. Milo drives the baseless left nuts with his return fire right-directed snark. He’s playing them as marks. Today’s spoiled brat social media hashtag activist long abandoned issue substance and has since embraced naked hate. When full-throated defense of Leslie Jones and a suck movie replace addressing the criticality of dire issues, we've as a society lost.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S8F-XskjlLY
Milo Yiannopoulos is a genius. He’s the George “The Animal” Steele of the right flamethrowers. (Is that a pun?) The prototypical rightwing heel. The pebble in the shoe. The snark. The agitator. Beating them at their own game. Consummate the heel he is. Rebarbative and nasty. With a flair. The great giver and taker. Monumentally offensive. Brilliant. Beyond perfect. He destroys the exponentially vapid attitude-based postured prototypical professional left. But as great as he is, he joins the club of the non-issue shade throwers and smack talkers. That’s it. Great, I’ll admit. Very watchable. But like Billy Maher, no substance. Here’s My Oh Milo in a nutshell: “I’m the conservative most open gay antihero who says what everyone wants to say but can’t out of fear and sensibility. I’m horrible and will outsnark the snark scrums and scrum bags. Love it. To be sure, entertaining but not an argument does it make. It’s fire with fire. The great comeback and zinger. Great. Got it. And by the by, when Larry Wilmore is the voice of the leftie intelligentsia, their cause has been all but abandoned. It’s George Steele in spades. Bravo, Milo. Now that we’ve enjoyed the laugh, let’s get serious. Which is the most entertaining. Those who carry the left banner have all but abandoned what barely existed of a cause. What? Global warming again, transgender bathrooms. Nice try. Milo Yiannopoulos is classic NWA. The heel churning heat. And the arena rats and marks fall for it. Milo drives the baseless left nuts with his return fire right-directed snark. He’s playing them as marks. Today’s spoiled brat social media hashtag activist long abandoned issue substance and has since embraced naked hate. When full-throated defense of Leslie Jones and a suck movie replace addressing the criticality of dire issues, we've as a society lost.
