Free to Be… In Agreement with Me

The witch hunt continues. Should there be a scarcity of witches in your area, please allow a few news cycles for a fresh shipment to arrive.

The long nose and wart have now been strapped on someone I’ve never met named Cheryl Rios. Ms. Rios had the temerity to post the following on her Facebook feed:

If this happens — I am moving to Canada. There is NO need for her as she is not the right person to run our country — but more importantly a female shouldn’t be president. Let the haters begin . . . but with the hormones we have there is no way we should be able to start a war. Yes I run my own business and I love it and I am great at it BUT that is not the same as being the President, that should be left to a man, a good, strong, honorable man.

While I shan’t be supporting Ms. Clinton in 2016, I find Ms. Rios’s statement … a bit goofy. But the world is filled with goofiness; indeed, I likely contribute more than my share. Ms. Rios has done me no injury, and “Woman You Don’t Know Has Goofy Opinion” hardly seems newsworthy.

But I guess that’s why I’m out of the journalism biz, because a Dallas-area TV station decided to commit resources to Ms. Rios, and in turn, the internet gong farmers at HuffPo picked up on their report, and so it’s off to the social media pillory or dunking chair, or at least all over my Facebook feed from folks engaged in the tree-ape hooting of solidarity.

As Ian Tuttle notes at NRO:

Political opinions are always, must always be, subject to criticism. But there is a marked difference between opinions about public matters expressed publicly, and toward public ends, and those expressed privately, even if that is the pseudo-privacy of a personal Facebook page. A media that sets to publicizing those opinions — to boost a narrative, or just to boost its own traffic — is not a part of a free press, but a functionary of a culture increasingly comfortable criminalizing free thought.

I also find this sort of joie d’assaillir particularly repulsive coming from the same people who are all too willing to condemn what they call “punching down.” Ms. Rios is a businesswoman in Dallas. HuffPo is pulling in “hundreds of millions” in revenue. Who is the underdog, here? Bullying for the unicorn of “social justice” is still bullying.

Who cares? There are witches to burn!

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About profmondo

Dad, husband, mostly free individual, medievalist, writer, and drummer. "Gladly wolde he lerne and gladly teche."
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5 Responses to Free to Be… In Agreement with Me

  1. I can’t thank you enough for introducing me to the phrase “gong farmer.”

  2. Jeff S. says:

    I’m reminded of that county councilman in Frederick, Maryland, who haughtily informed a reporter a few months ago that she didn’t have the right to use his name in a new story. The response of the entire Internet was so out of proportion to his tiny local role that I felt bad for the dope and started defending him—not because I agreed with him, but because angry Internet mobs have no tendency toward modulation, and I’m getting tired of it.

  3. ricki says:

    It could not possibly have been some kind of weird performance art, riffing on some of the performers/artists who claimed they’d move to Canada (or overseas) if “bad old W were re-elected,” could it?

    I dunno. I get that a goodly proportion of this country suffers from Hyperbole Excess Disorder, but, meh….

    I’d happily vote for a woman but only if I felt she were the best person for the job. IMHO, Hillary kind of…..isn’t.

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