I’m quite late to the carnival of commentary surrounding Sarah Jeong, the New York Times’ new Koala-faced Korean. Though her race-hatred—and the left’s customary hypocrisy in defending it—were both so dazzling I vaguely wondered if even regular rubes were forced to shield their eyes.
Perhaps more than anything her hiring left me wishing the Pusan Perimeter had collapsed before we got there. That because it requires the cultivated conscience of an insect to express fervent contempt and eradication fantasies about the same people who lost many thousands of their own saving you from a short life of stomach worms. That was our mistake.
Though a mistake we’ve largely ceased making is to expect gratitude, or even dignified indifference, from those who come begging at our doorstep. As please let me in, my fellow man, immediately pivots to die whitey, die, we see the difference between expressions of love…
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