Open Your Mouth

Joko and Klaas made a video calling out the right-wing hate preachers, the Facebook nazis spreading bile about refugees. They used the hashtag #MundAufmachen—open your mouth, speak up.

And I have to say something too, because you can’t miss these people anymore. The I’m not a Nazi, but… crowd. The amateur truth-tellers. The walking brain-death provocateurs who think they’re being courageous. They genuinely believe they’re saying what everyone’s thinking, except they’re not—they’re just cycling the same hateful garbage. Economic migrants. Welfare leeches. Cultural replacement. They find one statistic, memorize it, use it to dress up their stupidity in something that looks like facts.

They call themselves patriots. The true voice of the people, naming it, pointing at the wound. Then you push back and they scream political correctness—as if hating people is some kind of free speech principle they’re dying to protect. Before, you were a punk if you provoked. Now you’re a patriot. Whatever. Call yourself what you want. You’re still contemptible. You’re still building yourself up by stepping on people who have nothing.

Facebook plays along. Racism, free speech—apparently the same thing to them. They ban tits but let the intellectual sewage flow.

Look, I know you won’t change. You won’t listen to reason or decency or anything remotely human. You’ll keep confusing cruelty with truth-telling, you’ll mock anyone who objects, you’ll keep believing you’re the vanguard of something real. You’ll make the country uglier.

Maybe eventually it stops. Maybe you grow up, maybe you feel shame, maybe you spend your whole life regretting this. Or maybe you end up on afternoon cable. Either way, not my concern.

But I needed to say it, same as Joko and Klaas: I see you. I know what you are.

So unfollow. Block. Send your shitstorm. Boycott the shows. Write about how unfunny we’ve become. None of it’s as bad as clapping when a boat full of eight hundred refugees goes down in the Mediterranean. Refugees welcome.