The verge. SJW central. I almost never – less than 1 in 100 times – read the articles that pop up in the feed because, for a so-called tech site, they are of course, SJW converged.  Usually, instead, the headlines, and the hysterical  (in at least two senses of the word) – first paragraph excerpt are more than enough to both assure me I’m not missing anything, and to give me a good indication of the “thought” trends in the liberal and SJW left of what we have insufficient representation of, etc.. Even the legitimate tech and science news article titles and excerpts give insight into how they feel.

Oh, and they promote a lot of shitty, pink, SF. Every bit as bad as io9.

It’s an exercise in wading through the wanna-be clever, the cringingly gamma, and worse. Examples include “How to defeat Trump’s handshake: a fist bump”, “Ryan Murphy says he plans to tackle the 2016 election on American Horror Story”, and so forth. In a recent article titled “Edgelords aren’t the internet’s cultural leaders — snowflakes are” regarding the recent Pewdiepie contract cancellation, the usual SJW “arguments” were issued:

In a well-argued BuzzFeed essay, writer and Screener editor Jacob Clifton described PewDiePie’s actions as representative of a larger masculine identity crisis, and urged readers to engage with rather than demonize the people caught up in it. “The whiny self-importance and self-indulgence of white male rage,” writes Clifton, “is so repugnant that it’s nearly impossible to see through. But we won’t heal, and they won’t heal, if we don’t try.” There’s merit in all this. But after a point, it’s tiresome to constantly hear the same revelation about how we need to understand white male rage — when it feels as though that’s all we talk about.

This recent one though, was glorious.

The 2016 election was a reality TV nightmare, so why would we want to watch it as fiction?

It was subtitled “I’m not okay, you’re not okay”. The opener?
> **2016 was such a bad year that its terribleness became a meme unto itself.** Mutating first on internet forums, the sentiment trickled into the real world through newspapers, magazines, mixtapes, merch — and from my personal experience at a fratty New Year’s Eve party I accidentally attended, a multi-thousand dollar light-up display reading “Fuck 2016.” So it’s not immediately clear why anyone thinks there’s a sizable audience clamoring to relive it.
Such wonderful butthurt. I’m not yet tired of winning.
I won’t link to them, but, again, just so you could see it in it’s original “glory.”