The Boy Who Cried Woo
When vegans align with rubbish, the animals lose
Last week, I had an online run-in with some Joe Rogan ride-or-die folks that was more than a little dizzying. (It’s actually still going strong last I checked.) I guess you could say it was a different kind of Joe Rogan Experience. With reading comprehension seemingly at an all-time low, the angry folks, whom I came to refer to as the Brogade, seem to have collectively jumped to the conclusion that I was in favor of censorship based on an essay I wrote when, quite simply, I was reminding people that the words we use have consequences, whether it’s having media consumers believe deadly disinformation or holding those who spread hate-speech, lies or the like responsible. That is not censorship. That is called being a grown up and knowing you can’t spew anything you want without there being consequences to it. (Not that there really were to Rogan and his reported $100 million contract with Spotify.)
That’s it. Hardly the silencing, punishing tyranny the Brogade would have you believe with their onslaught of histrionics and accusations. The fact that these nearly exclusively Caucasian folks are so eager to put themselves in the role of being oppressed, persecuted victims of abuse and discrimination is nothing new and something to study when we don’t have a global health crisis breathing down our necks…
