Some of you asked to see the family’s arsenal (I’m glad readers presumed there was such a thing. That means you’ve come to know something about how I think.) Sorry; that would be a tad tacky, so here’s what’s new on the Images Page:
Category Archives: Ilana Mercer
And Then There Were Three: David Yeagley Interviews Peter Brimelow
I was the first to be interviewed by Dr. David Yeagley, who has “invited several nationally known conservative and independent writers to offer their perspective on American Indians.”
It was both an honor and an interesting experience. (I also gained a friend.) Now none other than Ann Coulter has given David an interview. Congratulations, David!
You can read the Coulter interview here. The Mercer interview, “Patriotism, Nationhood, and the American Indian,” is here (and here, if you prefer to read it on David’s site).
Updated: Peter Brimelow has given Yeagley “An English Assessment.” Read it here.
New Images
You asked, so here they are: new photos on the Images Page:
Updated II (4/11/022) When GTI Maker Was Allowed Fem-Mocking Humor: Make Friends With Your ‘Fast’
Feminism, General, Ilana Mercer, Political Correctness, Technology
Today [Aug 21, 2006], a mysterious package arrived from Volkswagen. In it was a gloriously ugly onyx gargoyle with the following instructions for the driver of that devil, the GTI:
Dear Ms. Ilana Mercer,
This is your fast. Make sure it gets plenty of exercise.
All the best,
Volkswagen
Here [4/11/022: this was banned, for obvious, #MeToo reasons] you can view some ads with “fast” in the background. Lefty magazines have crowed about the anti-fem angle of the commercials. The emphasis on speed has displeased the same habitual joy killers: “irresponsible” they call it.
But these are my thoughts exactly: “Stop yakking; I can’t hear the engine roar.”
Volkswagen has tapped into something. “Fast” sounds a lot like my alter ego when I drive Turbo-Toad (that’s my GTI). My husband will attest to the fact that, as welcome as “Fast” is on the dashboard—ears pinned back by the wind (“they channel air away from fast’s face and off his back,” says the instruction pamphlet “Fast” came with)—I didn’t need him to remind me of my mission when driving the GTI.
Update: Pursuant to the comments hereunder, I have to ask, Why is the love of fast, fabulous cars equated with youth and folly? This country worships youth and thinks of looking good, having fun, or driving a fast car as the prerogatives of youth. Rubbish. Besides which mature drivers who’ve been on the road for a while are the real good drivers. By the way, as this great article makes clear, the GTI is just a magnificent car. Not only does it have a tremendously powerful, brilliantly engineered engine, it is accoutered with safety features and luxuries absent in many a sports car. As for my being a bit childish; big deal. So where was I? Fast comes with 4 tails. He has the devilish badboy tail on today; I may change it soon.
(Be sure to rev up with the preceding blog post, Glorious GTI)