Pax Dickinson has resigned as Chief Technology Officer of Business Insider, after a Gawker hit piece cum Twitter brigade took notice of his consistently hilarious, insightful, and reactionary internet presence. I’m taking the news very personally, because Pax is my best (possibly best-est) friend in the whole entire world, at least among friends with whom I have only ever interacted via Twitter.
Hold your tears though, gentle reader. One finds few ex-CTOs begging for change on street corners. Sure, his job search will be complicated by his anti-feminist, anti-democratic, anti-pretty lies predilections, but he’ll figure something out.
Besides, this had to be part of the plan. As cool as it would have been for Henry Blodget to get behind his homeslice CTO and flip off the Cathedral, the truth is that Pax effectively quit Business Insider years ago, the day he decided to create an honest and un-PC Twitter presence rather than the usual name-dropping, circle-jerking PR-authored pap. Here are a few from the past month or so:
feminism in tech remains the champion topic for my block list. my finger is getting tired.
— Pax Dickinson (@paxdickinson) September 9, 2013
at least if we end up getting into a nuclear standoff with Russia over gay rights we’ll know this universe is just a satirical simulation
— Pax Dickinson (@paxdickinson) August 29, 2013
aw, you can’t feed your family on minimum wage? well who told you to start a fucking family when your skills are only worth minimum wage?
— Pax Dickinson (@paxdickinson) July 31, 2013
Heavens to Betsy, my virgin eyes!
As I said, I’m not worried about Pax. Bitcoins to dollars, the man has savings and a game plan. If he really wants to avoid the dreaded resume gap, I hereby officially hire Pax as CTO of Thumotic. Responsibilities will be limited to figuring out how to make my embedded tweets look all professional-like, and the salary is a pint any time he’s in my neighbourhood.
You’ve really got to admire his courage. Here was a man at the top of his career, CTO of one of the most popular and fastest-growing news websites in the world. It would have been so easy for Pax Dickinson to have avoided this fate. He could have:
- Not had a Twitter account.
- Wrote under an alias, like 90% of the un-PC blogosphere.
- Dialed back just a few of his tweets, and stayed within the bounds of ‘offensive and reactionary, but not aggressively so.’
- Apologized for those he had offended, and explained that the most offensive Tweet of all, the one that rendered him an unredeemable Nigger Guy, was actually mocking Mel Gibson’s use of the word.
Instead, Pax threw it all away – his BI job, and likely any chance of ever working for a ‘respectable’ public-facing firm again. That’s a lot to lose over the right to occasionally say mean things in 160-character increments.
On the subject of apologies: Will Pax be the one the prophecies spoke of? The rogue truthsayer who refuses to assume a cringe of submission in the styles of Summers, Watson, Miller, Saletan, and many forgettable others? I’m optimistic. Pax knows the score. He is not the meek, clueless tube of cookie dough who begged for Adria Richards forgiveness after accidentally being overheard making a dongle joke. He chose this fate, Ben Kenobi style.
So what can the rest of us learn from this situation? I note two trends:
- The boundaries dictating the outer limits of acceptable speech are contracting. This is happening in a legal sense via hate speech restrictions, and the keen observer of Cathedral tactics will note the groundwork being laid for an even more ambitious future. (But that’s an upcoming novel of a blog post all by itself.)
- Privacy is disappearing. Unless you are extremely diligent, all of your un-PC blog posts, tweets, comments, and (if not now, soon) private emails can be easily mined and connected to your real-life identity. The US Government and its cooperative friends in Silicon Valley are currently developing the capability to end the ability of Americans to communicate freely with each other outside of channels that can be observed by them.
Taken together, the modern reactionary is left to conclude that we are all getting Pax Dickinsoned, sooner or later. Perhaps the smart move is to make like Bryce Laliberte and just come clean – although Mssr. Laliberte is at least protected by the fact that anyone who would be offended by an “Anarcho-Papist” is probably too ignorant to to parse the hip-sounding moniker.
Me, I’m not stepping up to the plate any time soon. But I confess a great respect for men like Pax who risk it all for literally no earthly reason. Whether it be God, self-respect, or the simple appreciation of the beauty of truth as an end in itself, it takes a strong faith in a higher power to attach your real name to a community like ours.
So, friends: What Is To Be Done?
Specifically, how should reactionaries cope with a society in which we are increasingly persecuted for our beliefs? I propose the following protocols:
Stay Off The Grid
The Cathedral owns your ass. But the more you deprive it of your dollars, attention, page views, and tacit silent support, the less it eats. Which may just make it get hungry, but at least you’ll feel better about yourself.
Go Out In A Blaze Of Glory
If you’re in any sort of enviable position in your career, and you’re outed for the thought-criminal that you are, do not trade your dignity for a slim chance at forgiveness. Showing your belly in the face of confrontation is as deplorable as it is ineffective. Be firm, be confident, and be the best ambassador for your ideas as you can be.
Alternatively, if you’re too ignorant to be regularly winning arguments against progressives, just keep your mouth shut. The world already has far too many conservatives, well-meaning but half-educated in both theory and rhetoric, making asses of themselves and discrediting the Right. Remember: You need a fully armed and operational understanding of reactionary philosophy and history before you can step into the ring with even the laziest of liberal half-wits, as your opponent can coast on his ability to regurgitate New York Times talking points to a sympathetic audience.
The author of the Valley Rag hit piece, one Nitasha Tiku, is almost certainly unbangable, not even in the darkest depths of loneliness and last call. As someone on Twitter pointed out, “Bro” is fem-speak for “Guy Who Probably Wouldn’t Have Sex With Me.”
She is also now un-hireable, un-promoteable, un-referenceable, un-LinkedIn-endorseable, by any self-respecting man. Reactionaries and conservatives, but also normal cool men who appreciate a joke and have the emotional stability to stand in the same room with a man who has unorthodox political views – this Nitasha chick has marked you as an enemy. She will do anything in her limited to make your life difficult and impede your success in life. Why not return the favour?
The tech industry is run by smart, independent-minded, somewhat nerdy White and Asian guys – in other words, the official public enemies of hyper-sensitive grievance-mongers like Nitasha. Crime-thinking men, public or not, be not above the petty joy of causing trouble for any members of the volunteer thought police who make their way into your life. Feel no guilt over a principled refusal to hire, work for, or award contracts to members of the volunteer thought police.
Oh, and if you ever happen to see one of the aging and single Nitasha Tiku’s cats scampering around on the road, remember: In the event of a possible collision with an animal smaller than a moose, experts at the DMV advise not swerving.