Transgressive Leftists Target Bowling Alley
They can't take a joke
Other writers — namely at WWL, The Gambit, nola.com, Eater, and countless commenters across social media — have gotten this story very wrong; they all share the error of believing this is about Conservative and Catholic John Blancher’s enthrall with a satirical Halloween costume, one he photographed and posted to his own Facebook page this past weekend. But this piece isn’t about either a Catholic or a costume.
Regrettably, the real story here are triggered lunatic Leftist weirdos who can’t take a joke, fragile morons consumed by insignificant matters. It’s rather difficult to write a serious piece about this — I want only to mock them — but the consequences being thrust upon John Blancher make it an unavoidable topic. I don’t want to look upon their ugliness. But they presume so much, and we have to put a stop to their presumption.
Reasonable people feel nonplussed about a funny costume, unreasonable people reach for Twitter.
Transgressive Leftists on social media believe they’ve created Mr. Blancher’s downfall story, but instead, they’ve written a caustic and nasty downfall story of their own. They act with self-righteousness and pride, arrogance and snark, shamelessness and corroded manners. They are ugly scolds and humorless carcasses. These people behave blissfully miserably.
The BEC disrespectfully marvels at the predictability of small-minded nothings who can’t quite figure out satire. And you’ll be scratching your head too, wondering what the hubbub is all about. Are these serious adults reacting to a silly costume? You may catch yourself wondering deeper matters: Are people this unaware of themselves? Have they lost all their humor? Have they been duped into behaving evilly for the chance to see themselves as pithy and clever while curating their online avatar? Have they forgotten there are flesh-and-blood people behind those avatars, not only people they torment, but themselves?
Yes.
We do satire around here. Indeed, we New Orleanians host an annual celebration of satire - Mardi Gras - and the satire is spread about in equal measures and few-to-none are exempt from public ridicule, especially when it’s put to the service of having boozy fun! Satire exploits ridicule and wit and irony to make a funny point. Proudly poking your rib cage, satirists measure their successes by “triggering” you. The more trigger the greater their self-satisfaction. The next round’s on you!
But here’s where the twists of our online and overly-social media’d world get a bit more twisted. Let’s say a satirist has targeted a Leftist hero, some religious icon, like the husband of Nancy Pelosi. Yes, he got attacked by a hammer-wielding San Fran nudist. Yes, he’s almost a billionaire through inside stock tips from his wife. But he’s among The Holy People, and exempt from satire. And for no more reason than that, Leftists inject their feelings into Saint Daddy’s suffering. Justifiable in their eyes, they feel deeply offended.
It’s a big switch-a-roo, but who cares!? The Displaced Offense Syndrome is all-too real… as real as Twitter is real. It’s that real!
And it gets real-er, because they can trade their hurt feelings into license to attack not only the satirist but anyone who found him funny. They feel justified for recrimination against a business owner they likely don’t know, because he posted a photograph of a costume that made fun of a Rich Underwear’d Drunk Daddy Saint.
They’ll target a beloved local business, call for boycotts, and feel just great about themselves!
Add a pinch of Mardi Gras to the cheek of everyone’s-newest-most-loved-holiday and you might concoct this:
Reasonable people laugh. Leftists rip their eyes out as they grope for their iPhones.
Yes, Leftists, this is funny. And even funnier is that you all have found yourselves boxed in, empathetic with Saint Husband, who happens to also be a most toxic intoxicated white male. While the rest of us delight in watching you squirm, you’re off doing malicious things.
We at The BEC can’t allow the Transgressives to do those things.
We know the narcissists practice self-love, all self-impressed, warmed inside by the hatred they feel toward others. They delight in their iPhone-made power.
But they are powerless in soul and spirit. The downfall story they believe they’ve penned on Twitter for a bowling alley is actually their own downfall story. The true butt of the satirist’s joke are those who can’t let others have some some cheeky fun. They worship a grotesque saint, making themselves as fools, as insignificant, mean-spirited toads. They cannot meaningfully damage John Blancher. They can break things and feel prideful about it, but the stuffed freaks will never break TRUTH.
We’ll conclude with a very representative sampling of the ugliness these smug misanthropes have posted on Twitter. To the adults in the room, it’s clear that the comments they intend for others are merely apt-but-unintended descriptions of themselves. Look at what awful beasts Leftists have become, over a joke:
I will no longer advise anyone to go there for zydeco in New Orleans. Really sad that a place founded on spirituality and peace has evolved into this.
Yes, deeply sad.
What a loser. Common decency is dead. And his vote counts the same as anyone else's.
That’s so gross. Remind me to never go anywhere he owns ever again.
This is so depressing.
Wow. Disgusting. This guy claims to be a devout Catholic.
I swore never to support them again when I saw that Ye Olde College Inn was open in violation of the law during the early days of COVID.
So it sounds like what you’re saying is *your* politics involve home invasion, assault and attempted murder? Weird flex, but okay.
Deplorable
The bottom is in. Tolerating his beliefs is hard enough. But this….
Horrifying.
What a horrible person.
These people have no shame, no compassion, no empathy, nothing.
Fascism is what happened on January 6th with all them MAGA Nazi’s…which this shirt is a nod to.
Seeing the silence from so many in New Orleans media and city leadership about the hateful actions allowed at Rock ‘N Bowl tells me everything I need to know about how people feel about Black folks in New Orleans.