Like a teenager in Starbucks with a Penguin Kafka sticking out of her carefully distressed jacket pocket, someone calling herself “thapunkprincess” flashes her reading list and then attempts to strike a subversive blow against the Eustonian hegemony by inventing a fake signature for the manifesto:
One more thing before I go. Various internet ‘commentators’ have mentioned recently the Euston Manifesto as the latest po-faced weapon in the hapless Left’s arsenal, nestling alongside Decent Values, Muscular Liberalism, and of course the delightful Nicholas Cohen. Anybody can sign it, and I advise that you all do so in order to counter idiotic signatories like the one below (which I wrote, obv).
‘I have signed the Euston manifesto because it appears a solid restatement of the Enlightenment values that should continue to inform the Left, yet have been lost in a world of cultural relativism and apologists for terror. Rationalism, universal human rights, and social progress are our bedrock and must be defended at all costs even if these “unfashionable” ideas are not easily exported to the wider world and indeed to our fellow “postmodern” citizens – Piers Grady-Harford’
We’re slightly less “hapless” than you are, love. Did you seriously believe any dissent against our prevailing world view would escape our vast network of
Jew lizardoid spies?
I love the “serious” comment her post has attracted; it’s certainly funnier than the princess’s weak parody:
“[T]he full-scale imposition of ‘Enlightenment values’ is a form of cultural fascism”
You won’t be surprised to read, browsing the rest of her site, that thapunkprincess is doing a Masters in Critical Theory but has “fallen a long way behind with all her work”, that “freedom of speech is a myth”, and that she’s so wild and crazy that she smokes Marlboros and uses the word “cunt” a lot—for example when discussing Nick Cohen.
Students, eh? If I weren’t so po-faced I’d write mocking a blogpost.
Glad to see you’re not resorting to ad hominem attacks or anything indecent like that, Damien love!
As the holder of a Masters in Critical Theory, I would like to disassociate myself from the princess, and further state that I never fell behind with my work. Also, I am far too clever to bother with Baudrillard.
Of course I am. She lives by sword; she dies by the sword. That’s what muscular liberalism is all about after all, old chap.
Like your “blackpeopleloveus” rip-off by the way. Lucky you’re not a middle-aged white man or you’d look ridiculous as well as desperate.
There. I’ve just doubled your hits for the day.
Now, now. I’m a Masters student (in philosophy, natch) and I’m as much of a muscular liberal as they come. In cyberspace, obviously. In the real world anyone, Masters in Critical Theory or no, could whoop my Euston ass.
“…or you’d look ridiculous as well as desperate.”
What, like a Eustonoid you mean?
isn’t that just an ad hominem AC? Actually it sounds a little bit more like ‘and the same to you, so ner!’, but you can have a Latin name if that makes you feel cleverer.
Er…he started it.
I felt Damian was a tad harsh until I scrolled down to the bottom of her blog and read the “I deleted some Friends…” posting. Read it. Anyone who can turn on people and write something like that deserves everything that can be thrown at them.
The nastiness was so pervasive and the poses struck so corny that I worried at first I had been taken in by an elaborate parody, but I fear the blog’s author really exists.
The misanthropism, the Galloway worship, “freedom of speech is a myth”, and a pic of Lenin’s tomb! Christ, has Lenny had a sex-change?
Man, what’s the story? You’re obsessed with Jews.
Another Cunt is not a cunt. Cunts are nice. He’s just a cunt. And a big fat cunt.
Fie! I am not Another Cunt at all, I am i hope you get cancerâ„¢. And mark me well – you will rue the day, Sir, when you crossed me!
Oh Lord, Will the Vulgarian versus “i hope you get cancer™”.
Before the swearing gets completely out of hand, I’d just like to point out to new visitors that it’s normally a little more civilized around here.
I am certain that there is a thesis in to be written about the appropriation of the gynocentric term “cunt” as a symbolic jargonic term of ab(use) by the neo-post-feminists or some such.
Maybe I should stop having a real job and go into studying cultural criticism instead. Do you think my mommy will pay up?
Ooh, I know no less than four of the people on the “I deleted some friends” post, included being related to one of them. I don’t recall reading her journal ever though, so that’s alright, phew etc.
Wardy: Michael Winner is your uncle?
ha ha ha ha etc etc
Hey Will! Your mum!
Am pleased to record that I have never knowingly been a Livejournal friend of thapunkprincess, although we have a couple of mutual friends. Am further pleased to recognise how completely absent everyone on the Euston Group is from the kind of guileless, pitiless splenetic nastiness of people who call their blogs “I hope you get cancer”. It’s a clue for anyone wondering who the goodies and baddies are. Not a particularly cryptic one.
Friend, you could call yourself “Hello Kitty”, it wouldn’t cover the stench of the bigoted, hateful trail you leave in the comments box over at HP. Oh, and by the way, your mum!
Is this..? oh, I’m sorry. I have clearly wondered in here by mistake…
I often wondered what kind of blogs were being formed every second, as one often reads. Now I know.
“We’re slightly less “hapless” than you are, love.”
Oh dear! This post has cheered me up no end. I shall have to link to it.