Schmuck of the Week: Beanie-Headed Dipshit Tim Pool
Gage Skidmore from Surprise, AZ, United States of America, CC BY-SA 2.0
This week’s Schmuck of the Week is the reason I didn’t get a chance to finish last week’s version, which was taking aim at his stupid little universe anyway for going ballistic on female Algerian Olympic boxer Imane Khelif over their idiotic belief that she is transgender and shouldn’t be competing (and even if she was, it’s still not an excuse for this level of depravity). I was trying to wrap my rage into a coherent conclusion, as the avalanche of bad faith attacks on her last week was excessive even for these fools, but before I could collect my thoughts, all of a sudden, my phone exploded with notifications.
It was the Splinter Twitter account being bombarded by the most credulous idiots alive, all pointed in our direction thanks to one of the most low-effort right-wing scammers in politics today, Tim Pool, the “coward and phony” who used to be part of the Occupy Wall Street movement before he decided that his soul was for sale and got 1.7 million Twitter followers out of it.
It all began with Jared Yates Sexton’s column on the white supremacy undergirding the attacks on Kamala Harris. The piece was a historical examination of the roots of American racism and an assessment of how they play into Trump’s racist attacks on the vice president. He listed a few examples of conservatives being super normal about this whole situation as a way to dive into his main argument, and one of them included a Tim Pool tweet where he compared Kamala Harris to Hitler. Despite what Pool fans say, this piece had nothing to do with Tim Pool. He’s an aside who has no bearing on the greater argument in it.
Pool likes to pull this stupid bit where he says something that’s like ten percent dumber and more incendiary than the garbage he spews all day, and then say, “oh that’s a joke I got you!” He did that to Jared, sending an entire army of the most credulous idiots alive into both of our mentions and accusing us of getting played by a publishing a position that Pool supposedly does not endorse. I tried to keep my head down and figure out a way to tie up a piece I was struggling to thoughtfully conclude, but the notifications kept coming nonstop. Ultimately, I realized I had a professional obligation to take advantage of this moment and harness the traffic coming our way from this army of doofuses.