Having observed the White Nationalist GD threads, I have come to a conclusion about how simple their modus operandi is: choose a group X (in their case, a multitude of groups), profess a dislike for that group, grab a load of spurious statistics, and get to it. If you point out their fallacy, they charge you with being an X-lover, blind to the X-inspired propaganda. It’s that simple.
I therefore propose a new prejudice: Little Old Ladies.
Those f*ckers. Like an octopus, their tentacles encircle the globe. Their influence is in every country in the world. From Vietnam to Timbuktu, little old ladies sit, sipping tea and laughing at you.
Their control over the media and commerce is all-pervasive. What do you see when you walk into a supermarket? Little old ladies, openly flaunting their diminutive seniority. And what’s on all the shelves? Cookies. Cakes. Lavendar drawer-fresheners. Dog blankets. These disgusting products that we have now come to think of as ‘normal’.
Their media influence, too, is overwhelming. Millions of little old ladies have caused the perpetuation of filth such as Oprah, Jeopardy and shudder the Golden Girls. And between these propaganda pieces, what do we get? Little old ladies in the commercials. With their Little-old-ladyspeak rallying cry of “Where’s the beef?” they are draining our taxes, filling our hospitals, sitting on our sofas, and crocheting doilies.
Before you whine “but my grandmother is a little old lady” let me tell you a dark secret: so is mine, and my father’s before me. It is a shame I have to bear, but I trust you’ll be able to understand that I despise my roots, and all that my so-called granny stands for.
People, join with me! Let’s rise up and stamp out this menace, before it knits us any more sweaters.
