The Case of Candace Owens

I have listened to Candace Owens speak before. I recently listened to her performance at CPAC and she struck me as exactly the person I had already concluded she was. Not a mind of significance except in any need to measure her influence on a sector of the populace. Her shtick lies somewhere between the complete idiocy of Jesse Lee Paterson and the argumentative, pseudo-intellect of Ben Shapiro. She is most closely related to Charlie Kirk, in style and fact.

Candace Owens is an angry person. Her divisiveness properly belongs in so called “conservative” circles. Her previous mocking of Donald Trump turned to deification as the second coming, accurately reflects the rebel in search of a cause. Owens’ settling on the Trumpesque philosophy that “all things are in fact equal,” and the belief that empirical data is useless except to create victim labels and pesky narratives contrary to the truth of her opinions, is well-suited to the current state of Conservatism. To state her opinion’s “truths” weigh exactly the same as fact, is self-evident by its mere existence, and if she states her truths with the proper level of righteous fury, her opinions tip the scale as far as she is concerned.

To cry, “racism!” is to be a racist. To receive help is to be weak. To address inequity is to reaffirm the need for inequity. Self determination is her calling card. In other words, she is perfectly suited to supporting GOP’s traditional legislative agenda for less social causes and more money for the rich. This is not a problem- it’s admirable. This is not a bug- it’s a feature.

Now, I have read the manifesto of this wretched, evil thing in New Zealand. We shall not name the beast nor transcribe its thoughts here. Suffice to say, it has listed Candace Owens as it’s prime motivation. Honestly I cannot make that connection in good faith. It is true she hates the label of race, but has not ever promoted violence so far as I know. In a roundabout way, I suppose her self-determination could easily feed into the warped mind of the beast.

I would have said I absolve Candace Owens for myself, as her particular flavor of ugliness shares very little space with what has transpired in New Zealand. I would have said that, except for these things, in order:

The set-up for the Trump-style and Tucker Carlson run playbook-

I personally never use this silliness “LOL,” and if ever there were a time to not use it, that time would be now.

I have numerous problems with all of this madness. What is wrong with her? A little self-reflection would be ideal in this case. I don’t need an apology from Candace Owens, really no one does. What would be of-the-moment to a well adjusted person is a drive to state their horror. Their fucking horror that their name was used in connection with pure evil. Sadness, clarification, concern…all of these emotions would bubble up in us…wouldn’t it? Wouldn’t we be sick to our stomachs, tearful, angry, sad?

This last tweet makes me cringe. Candace Owens is literally using this tragedy as a moment for self promotion in exactly the same fashion Tucker Carlson did, but on a more horrific scale of magnitude.

I do not absolve Candace Owens for myself, I now firmly dislike her for the ugliness she represents even if it has nothing to do with what happened in New Zealand.

What’s Wrong With Stephen Miller? He’s Gay.


Yeah, it’s just a guess.  But do me a favor, go get your friend with pro-grade gaydar, like I have, and ask them what they think.  Go on.  I’ll wait.

Here’s the thing, to me, everything about Miller’s speech, body language, and effected nature, screams self-hate.  In a public setting, he spits his ugly words out of his mouth and perpetually glances sideways, away from his target.  As if he doesn’t own the thoughts propelling the words, nor them him.  He is merely the messenger of the “truths”.  Not to mention, the more base fact…dude looks and acts gay.  And trust me, gay is totally fine.  It would be awesome to know Trump’s policy advisor and speech writer was openly gay, but he’s not, is he.  No, he’s exactly the opposite, and that’s bad news.

Miller was a quiet introvert in high school, until he got his hands on a copy of the hate-fest “Guns, Crime, and Freedom,” by the NRA’s Wayne LaPierre (Certified anti-gay).  There began his extroversion and directed hate.

Having decided on a hate-filled outlook on life, he dumped his good friend, because his friend was Hispanic.  Is that why he dumped his buddy?  Or was that the reason given by which to justify the action?  It’s not clear he had any real friends after that, male or female.  He became keen on writing and forcibly arguing for his hate filled views.

Stephen’s high school paper on political correctness:

“And while we are on the subject of personal accomplishment, should any student accomplish the opportunity to have sex, our school is happy to help. As district policy says: “Condoms are available to students in grades 9-12 in a manner which promotes greatest accessibility.” Problem here?

Legally speaking, sex between minors is statutory rape. Not to mention 14-year olds are a little young to be having sex regardless of the law. And just in case your son or daughter decides at their tender age that they are gay, we have a club on campus that will gladly help foster their homosexuality. Do they notify parents if their teenagers have chosen an alternate lifestyle? Of course not.”

Read the whole thing, it’s full of hate.  But here I want to highlight-

“Should any student accomplish the opportunity to have sex…,” which is a strange turn of phrase for sure in it’s active words, “accomplish,” and “opportunity.”  As in: difficult to come by and difficult to complete.  Maybe Stephen is just a wee bit jealous, hm? There is his stated fear, that if someone is gay, they might be helped to fulfill that recognition.  “Do they notify their parents…,” would it be awful if a child’s parents found out that their child was gay?  But Stephen, you presume that your parents won’t be told, so that might give you your freedom, wouldn’t it?  Isn’t that scary?

It’s not a self righteous superiority Miller feels, it’s a frightened hate of a liberal environment where he might be found out; where he might have a supportive structure to explore his fear.  An environment in which he would be known to be gay and free to accept that fact.

A quote from a Oscar de La Torre, a school board member, concerning Miller’s difficult high school years:


In his storied college career, there are several examples of Miller’s awkward interactions with women. In the column which he wrote for the Duke Chronicle he mentions interactions with women twice over the time he contributed to the paper.  In both instances women are portrayed as being insufferably stupid.  Barely tolerable.  Here and here.

He jumped into the middle of a women’s track meet to prove men were physically superior.

“jumped, uninvited, into the final stretch of a girls’ track meet, apparently intent on proving his athletic supremacy over the opposite sex.”

From the same article, Miller under the guise, again, of making a higher point, gets sexy for male colleague:

Miller “set off on a patriotic semi-striptease before the editor of the student newspaper, according to the editor, Ari Rosmarin, theatrically removing a button-down to reveal an American flag T-shirt in protest of an article he found inconsistent with the national interest.”

A list of cultural representative of the US, according to Miller: “Our culture includes Jimmy Stewart, John Wayne, Frank Sinatra, Bing Crosby, Elvis Presley, Johnny Cash, Jackie Wilson, Theodore Roosevelt, Douglas Macarthur, Milton Friedman, Edgar Allen Poe, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Thomas Edison and again, for emphasis, Elvis Presley.”  Half of the population is conspicuously absent in representation.

According to Miller, “alternate lifestyles” and sexuality should not be portrayed in Hollywood productions.  We should not, cannot see it!  It will be real.

This dude is so deep, deep in the closet, that it has a basement with a dungeon in it.  This is the kind of guy so focused on self avoidance, he would spend hours and days pouring over tomes and treatise of ways in which to cultivate dissatisfaction and hate for others, as a tool by which to avoid his own self-examination.

Stephen Miller has no friends.  Zero.  He can’t stand women and he can’t stand to entertain the ways in which he likes men.

I bet he has cuts on his arms and scars on his back from self-flagellation.  I bet you.