CPAC, the place last week where shame went off to die and truth was buried...
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Meme Me-me The latest incarnation of CPAC, the American Conservative Union’s annual conference, is the place where shame has seemingly gone to die. Conservatives have given their seats up to the Trump crowd as this year’s bash was more a rally for the party’s frontrunner. The less-than-clever among them coined the phrase “owning the libs” as a calling card for their misanthropic worldview. Modern-day conservatives practice their lib-owning meme on platforms where their sniping is generally done in the raucous privacy of conservative echo chambers— Twitter, Facebook, Fox “news”, “Truth” Social, et.al. The point is that the quip is at the expense of those living their lives somewhere else, and the “owning” is done for the enjoyment of insiders. The “libs,” as they call us, live our lives unowned and fairly free of their boorish boasts. But the practice itself is an unspoken acknowledgment of the emptiness of its practitioners and the nihilism of a party that has blithely existed without a political platform since 2012. They literally believe in
CPAC, the place last week where shame went off to die and truth was buried...
CPAC, the place last week where shame went…
CPAC, the place last week where shame went off to die and truth was buried...
Meme Me-me The latest incarnation of CPAC, the American Conservative Union’s annual conference, is the place where shame has seemingly gone to die. Conservatives have given their seats up to the Trump crowd as this year’s bash was more a rally for the party’s frontrunner. The less-than-clever among them coined the phrase “owning the libs” as a calling card for their misanthropic worldview. Modern-day conservatives practice their lib-owning meme on platforms where their sniping is generally done in the raucous privacy of conservative echo chambers— Twitter, Facebook, Fox “news”, “Truth” Social, et.al. The point is that the quip is at the expense of those living their lives somewhere else, and the “owning” is done for the enjoyment of insiders. The “libs,” as they call us, live our lives unowned and fairly free of their boorish boasts. But the practice itself is an unspoken acknowledgment of the emptiness of its practitioners and the nihilism of a party that has blithely existed without a political platform since 2012. They literally believe in