Sadly, as of last night, Marty is back on FB (through surrogates) renewing an old saw of his — that of attacking a quite talented and successful journalist who also happens to be a pretty woman — Ms. Lauren Duca.
It seems his latest animating jolt was the Gillette ad, as he mentions it — at the head, and in the below pull quote…. But then he returns to his faux-wounded mediocre white male victim tropes, blaming his 2017 Twitter banishment on this patently untrue accounting of his own actions [as we have comprehensively laid out, before, here — (with the ultimate incarceration order & finding), and here]:
“…The problem is the double standard of Twitter and other social media, print media and corporate social responsibility departments. We see it in the insane Gillette ad, we see it in Twitter banning yours truly over a superimposed photo of myself over Lauren Duca’s now divorced husband. No nasty language, just a harmless collage of photos….”
Where even to begin? I know, I’ll begin… at the end, as I have no patience for this nonsense.
When banned, he was already convicted but not yet sentenced on multiple felonies — then he made what were deemed credible threats of sexual violence against this woman. Then he made credible threats of harm against the former Secretary of State (and we note especially, as did Judge Matsumoto, in Brooklyn, that the former Secretary is also a woman, as that becomes relevant, in assessing the gravity of his hatred of women — or at least… some women).
He threatened her with rape while he was awaiting sentencing, on felonies. [Her marital status — then as now — is simply irrelevant.]
He was jailed (in no small part), even before sentencing, for the above odiously lawless conduct. And to be sure, it was conduct, not expression, or “free thinking” — as he preposterously recasts it.
He is… fading now (as we’ve long said), into the inky-blackness of a cultural event horizon… from which he shall never be seen again as… relevant. And I suspect that… is what he fears… most.
And so, this is Marty, impotently raging… raging… against the dying of that particular remaining sliver of light.
Namaste, to all those of good will, here in 2019.