The clerk thinks that what he says or writes is of eternal significance. It is not. People can vote with their feet. People do vote with their feet. As there are more forms of entertainment, the old models become… outmoded. Telling those who leave they are stupid, leads to you being ignored.

Sure. Of course. I mean, right. Everything you said is true, I’m going to boycott this — And for the folks, if you truly wanna boycott the NFL or if you wanna boycott ESPN, the notion that some guy sitting out there, or gal, and they decide, “You know what, I’m gonna go ahead and cut my entire cable package because ESPN gave an award on a made-up show in July because there’s no sports to a woman who used to be a man, so I’m now not gonna have any cable TV at all, and I’m gonna sit around at night and read books by candlelight like olden times because of that.” That’s just, that’s not happening.

And if you did that, then you’re so dumb that I can’t even pray for you because you’re beyond hope. If that was your reaction to this — was to deny yourself the ability to watch television — I mean that just hasn’t happened and didn’t happen.

It is far better to consider what you do as Heinlein did. Competing for beer money. Or coffee money. Your book, your comic, costs about the same as a decent cup made by a barista. The Barista knows that if she does not make a good cup, you will go elsewhere. The same thing applies to broadcast TV. I got rid of Sky TV and Sky Sports two years ago… and now don’t even watch test matches. My life is calmer.

SJWs simply don’t understand that we view their moral imperatives and assumptions in much the same way that they view the KKK and the German National Socialist Workers Party. We are no more inclined to fund their incessant celebrations of immorality and insanity than they are inclined to pay for the racism, sexism, and fill-in-the-blank-ophobia they so vehemently decry.

We can live without cable TV. We can live without ESPN. And we know that they cannot survive without us. Cut the cord. Starve the SJW media. And if you want to understand why they will never back down, not even when their corporate survival depends upon it, read SJWADD.

Though I wonder if Van Pelt would feel differently if he knew people were sitting around at night reading the 4GW Handbook?

I would rather do sports than watch them.

Besides, this is not new. Kipling described it.

The Man Who Could Write

Shun — shun the Bowl! That fatal, facile drink
Has ruined many geese who dipped their quills in ‘t;
Bribe, murder, marry, but steer clear of Ink
Save when you write receipts for paid-up bills in ‘t.
There may be silver in the “blue-black” — all
I know of is the iron and the gall.

Boanerges Blitzen, servant of the Queen,
Is a dismal failure — is a Might-have-been.
In a luckless moment he discovered men
Rise to high position through a ready pen.

Boanerges Blitzen argued therefore — “I,
With the selfsame weapon, can attain as high.”
Only he did not possess when he made the trial,
Wicked wit of C-lv-n, irony of L–l.

[Men who spar with Government need, to back their blows,
Something more than ordinary journalistic prose.]

Never young Civilian’s prospects were so bright,
Till an Indian paper found that he could write:
Never young Civilian’s prospects were so dark,
When the wretched Blitzen wrote to make his mark.

Certainly he scored it, bold, and black, and firm,
In that Indian paper — made his seniors squirm,
Quated office scandals, wrote the tactless truth —
Was there ever known a more misguided youth?

When the Rag he wrote for praised his plucky game,
Boanerges Blitzen felt that this was Fame;
When the men he wrote of shook their heads and swore,
Boanerges Blitzen only wrote the more:

Posed as Young Ithuriel, resolute and grim,
Till he found promotion didn’t come to him;
Till he found that reprimands weekly were his lot,
And his many Districts curiously hot.

Till he found his furlough strangely hard to win,
Boanerges Blitzen didn’t care to pin:
Then it seemed to dawn on him something wasn’t right —
Boanerges Blitzen put it down to “spite”;

Languished in a District desolate and dry;
Watched the Local Government yearly pass him by;
Wondered where the hitch was; called it most unfair.
. . . . .
That was seven years ago — and he still is there!

Rudyard Kipling