Alyssa Milano is a moronic twat.  Apparently she used to be an actress but now she’s rather pathetically trying to become the face of victimhood in intersectional politics and is failing wretchedly at that as well.  Though I really can’t stand any of the babble that spews from her fetid tiny mind, it has been amusing to watch her basically break down and collapse in a very public way during the last few weeks.  When that other racist, sexist, bigoted, hate-mongering fraudulent excuse of a human from that show no one watches was exposed a couple weeks ago as having been so unable to find anyone to oppress him that he had to pay other black guys to pretend they were white and beat him up, this Milano chick lost her shit.  “If that man stated his own attack he is wrong in so many ways.  No one could be that hurtful?  To stage this?  Right?  To fuck with all of us by playing into our weaknesses & make it even harder for victims to come forward?!  No one could choose to be that hurtful?  Right?!  RIGHT?”

To whom was she pleading?  The universe, which time and time again offers up evidence that the world is not nearly as fucked up as the narrative the kool-aid of which she and Smollett and other intersectional frauds have drunk so deeply and unquestioningly…until now?  When Copernicus and later Galileo did their things regarding the truth of our heliocentric universe, the Pope found it more convenient to label them heretics and place Galileo under house arrest until he recanted (which he never did, and thus died under house arrest) than to have the riots and insurrection that would surely come from all of humanity learning that the lie they had bought into, that God had created the earth and mankind as the center of everything was, in scientifically provable fact, utter horseshit designed to control the ignorant masses.  The average human is not at all equipped, psychologically, to artfully handle the proverbial rug being pulled out from under their chosen reality.  In psychology, there is something called reality testing, which is easy and normal and constant in normal individuals but not so in psychotics.  When Jussie Smollett went out to verify his reality of racial and gender oppression and could not, he attempted to create a reality that did.  And just as the Pope failed to hide the really real reality from the unwashed and illiterate masses, so did Smollett.  And everybody who swallowed his bullshit unquestioningly suddenly found themselves looking like dicks who, if they had any critical thinking skills whatsoever, long ago hit the “mute” button on those.

There are a couple of interesting things in what’s-her-twat’s statements: she (subconsciously, I suspect) admits that this unquestioning willingness to swallow the oppressed victim narrative is a “weakness.”  And then she says his actions will “make it even harder for victims to come forward.”  Bitch, please.  The easiest thing in the world right now is to be a victim.  That’s why Smollett did what he did: he couldn’t be bothered to take acting lessons or get a better agent to improve his career.  Why bother.  All you have to do now is claim membership in one or more oppressed victim class and you’re set.

So then, a couple weeks later, apparently Milano had a really big breakfast in celebration of International Women’s Day and went online to declare that she was a trans gay disabled immigrant lesbian of color.  Swear to god.  Here, verbatim: “I’m trans.  I’m a person of color.  I’m an immigrant.  I’m a lesbian.  I’m a gay man.  I’m the disabled.  I’m everything.”  You’re confused, is what you are.  At least she’s not still saying she’s an actress.  Not surprisingly, all the people who actually are any of these things she claimed to be but clearly is not did what they do and took offence.  Pages and pages of finger-wagging lecturing occurred, all of which can be summed up pretty accurately as, “You need to stay in your lane, you rich, white, privileged idiot.”

Maybe it’s because I’m Irish that I can’t stand this sort of shit.  We have been historically one of the most oppressed peoples in the United States, but anywhere in the world, including fucking British-occupied Ireland.  But that has exactly nothing to do with my or my fellow micks’ present day success or lack thereof.  We do not give even a whiff of fuck about anyone’s opinion or what anybody says about us.  In four days, it will be St. Patrick’s Day.  What’s the slogan?  “Today, everybody’s Irish.”  And what will everybody who is now Irish do?  Drink.  Because that’s what the Irish do.  And not only are we okay with this, but we actually encourage it.  And we fucking invented whiskey…I’m pretty sure if you go far back enough, the Celts will be found to have invented drinking.  So now we live in a world where the large vans police departments use to carry large groups of drunks to jail are called Paddy Wagons.  Yet there are no petitions being circulated to end this offensive and racist practice.  There are no protests.  Nobody cares.  Why?  Because it’s true!  Again, we invented whiskey.  We drink.  We are professionals at it.  So what?

It should not be offensive if it’s true, and if it is, you need to recalibrate your thinking, not attempt to change reality.

N.P. : “Ruby” – Tweaker, Will Oldham