Banned From Twitter, Chuck C Johnson Threatens Everybody: "This Will Be the Summer of Justice!" http://t.co/EXq53N7nkP
— The Vicious Babushka (@viciousbabushka) May 30, 2015
When even Daily Caller hack Betsy Rothstein mocks you openly, as she does in this interview with Chuck “Babycakes” Johnson (she calls him “Gingerhead” throughout), you know you’ve got no friends left even on the loony right: BEWARE! Charles Johnson Is on the Warpath | the Daily Caller. He’s on the WARPATH and it’s hysterically funny!
Under normal circumstances, I’m not one to take enjoyment from the misfortune and/or suffering of others. When the aforementioned misfortune and/or suffering is self-inflicted because you’re a truly objectionable (barely) human being…well, all bets are off, knowhutimean??
In the case of Right-wing blogger Chuck C. Johnson, I find it difficult not to revel in his being banned from Twitter. An (allegedly) aspiring journalist, Johnson decided the best way to make a name for himself was to be as ruthless, outrageous, judgmental, and devoid of ethics and simple human decency as possible. Oh, and did I mentioned possessing an outsized ego with absolutely no basis for it? Simply being a common, garden variety dick wasn’t good enough for Johnson; his ego and ridiculously over-inflated opinion of himself required something far more…um, notable.
Like Mama always told me: Playing well with others is almost always a good approach, because you never know when you might need assistance from someone. Being nice to people isn’t something you do because it’s the right thing to do (though it certainly is). It’s something to do because the world isn’t all about you. ‘Course, we don’t live in Chuck C. Johnson’s world, which without a doubt revolves around him 26 hours a day, eight days a week.
You don’t get banned from Twitter merely for being a jerk; Twitter is a magnet for the personality-impaired. You get banned for threatening physical violence, misogyny, hate speech, and other truly over-the-top dickishness…or the short version, Chuck C. Johnson being in possession of a borderline personality.
People are already calling me and emailing me telling me that Twitter is a newly boring place now that I am gone.
I’ve had minor Twitter contretemps with Johnson and his idol, the late Andrew Breitbart. Both are/were truly objectionable bipeds who cared for nothing and no one but themselves and whatever could be used, twisted, folded, spindled, or mutilated to advance their agenda and inflate their massive egos. Good riddance to them both…though I’m not nearly naive enough to think that Johnson will go gently into that good night. Not by a long shot.
No, I want my Twitter account back because I did nothing wrong. And even fucking Slate realizes it. They’ll give me back my account or we will go to war. I didn’t pick this fight…. I’m coming for every single journalist that lied about me. This summer will go down as the summer of justice.
Ah, the impotent bleating of someone furiously trying to compensate for their myriad inadequacies. I’m all for people exercising their 1st Amendment rights, but there comes a time when it’s not at all unreasonable to enforce a minimum standard of conduct. Racism, misogyny, threats- these are all signs of someone off his medication (or being an asshole), not someone pretentious enough to entertain delusions of being a serious journalist.
Before anyone goes getting all excited that decency and civility have triumphed over the forced of darkness and dickishness, Chuck C. Johnson has (shockingly) managed to sneak his way back onto Twitter, proving that being a dick can be its own reward.
It’s one thing to be thought an asshole. It’s quite another to remove any pretense of human decency by proving you have no respect for anything not White, Conservative, born with a penis, and completely devoted to your self-aggrandizement. Wow. Just…wow; I lack the vocabulary to adequately describe how truly and utterly objectionable Johnson’s behavior continues to be. It’s too bad he can’t be banned from life…but if nothing else, at least he can serve as a reminder of what can happen when you can’t be bothered to play well with others by treating them with dignity and respect.
If you have nothing nice to say, there’s a pretty good chance you’re Chuck C. Johnson or one of his angry White Male fanboys, most of whom never learned that having a tiny penis doesn’t mean having carte blanche to be a miserable human being.
