Which side you are on.

So this piece has rather deservedly become an instant classic, up there in the pantheon of speaking truth to bullshit with God’s grief-stricken press conference, or the only country where this regularly happens, but there’s nonetheless a moment’s hesitation before you recommend it, or there ought to be: in inhabiting that hateful rhetoric so completely as to so convincingly ape it with which whatever purity of motive is to risk reifying precisely that horrible hate—satire cannot be failed; it can only fail. —No, some things are so vilely hateful, some contexts are so overwhelmingly unbalanced, even the slightest chance of failure can’t be risked. Sometimes what you absolutely need is the cold clear righteously vicious opposite. —To the barricades, motherfuckers. You will lose.