Douchebag of the Week (Week Ending 4/21/18) - Randa Jarrar

"At the core of Liberalism is the spoiled child -- miserable, as all spoiled children are, unsatisfied, demanding, ill-disciplined, despotic and useless. Liberalism is a philosophy of sniveling brats."

-P.J. O'Rourke , "Give War A Chance: Eyewitness Accounts of Mankind's Struggle Against Tyranny, Injustice, and Alcohol-free Beer"

It has been some time since the prestigious Douchebag of the Week honor has been bestowed upon anyone, but this is not so much for lack of candidates. It has only been because the level of general douchebag had seemed to be subsiding, and the available contenders didn't really stand out from your workaday, dime-a-dozen, garden-variety douchiness. No, what was needed was a performance worthy of the title, and "journalists" pushing fake Russian collusion stories and porn star dalliances, teenaged activists reliving the turgid stupidity of the 1960's, and celebrutards at Coachella (whatever the fuck that is) just didn't make the grade.

There was no virtuoso performance to reward, and so it seemed the DOW Award was cursed to languish, forgotten in a remote part of cyberspace, waiting for the future day when someone would invent the field of Cyber Archaeology, and dig this once-prestigious indicator of complete fucktard from the metaphorical dirt of the electronic past, in much the same way one unearths the tomb of a Pharaoh, or the foundations of a lost civilization.

As if on cue, then some left winger without a clue comes along, and The Overlord starts polishing the hardware, again. And by that I mean sprucing up the statue -- not doing something the Catholic church considers a sin.Besides, if you had to look at that photograph, could you masturbate ever again?

Enter Randa Jarrar, who, according to various bios I've read, fancies herself an author, an activist, a lecturer, and probably a human being, but who, from my perspective appears to be little more than an amphibian piece of shit that somehow managed to slither from the swamp, laboring under the misapprehension that what America REALLY needs is yet one more, fat, loudmouthed, self-absorbed cunt o' color railing against the "injustice" of a nation and culture that allows her to live, breathe, and earn a very decent living despite displaying little to no actual talent, and few redeeming qualities.

If there was ever a walking advertisement for cannibalism, this is it. If you ever wondered what might result if Betty Boop had successfully mated with a retarded flounder, here's your answer. If you've ever wondered what might be the final product of a Wes Craven movie wherein the villain is a representation of the All-American Girl Next Door (to an Ice Cream Factory) who is raped and killed by feral dogs, her scattered, well-chewed limbs knitting themselves back together by sheer supernatural force, to rise again and terrorize the landscape (and local bakeries) with a relentless thirst for revenge (and Slurpees) then this, my friends, would be it.

The precursor to Miss (is it a "Miss"?) Jarrar's unnatural and infernal metaphorical resurrection was the death of former First Lady Barbara Bush.

Which almost makes you subconsciously cheer for the raped and killed by dogs thing.

Jarrar took the opportunity to bury Mrs. Bush in invective, before anyone had even dug her real grave. Her full statement (given on Twitter, because that's where all the great minds meet, these days) follows:

“Barbara Bush was a generous and smart and amazing racist who, along with her husband, raised a war criminal. F*** outta here with your nice words.”

Upon being called out by for her meanness by various folks, Jarrar then excreted these pearls before swine for her detractors:

Bragging that she was a tenured Professor who made in excess of $100,00 a year at Fresno State, she Tweeted thus:

“I will never be fired.”

This was followed this with a dare to contact her University to get her fired:

“LOL! Let me help you. You should tag my president, @josephlcastro What I love about being an American professor is my right to free speech, and what I love about Fresno State is that I always feel protected and at home here. GO BULLDOGS!”

Of course, after someone DID contact Fresno State to complain about the arrogance and meanness, Fresno State issued an apology (sort of):

"On behalf of Fresno State, I extend my deepest condolences to the Bush family on the loss of our former First Lady, Barbara Bush. We share the deep concerns expressed by others over the personal comments made today by Professor Randa Jarrar, a professor in the English Department at Fresno State. Her statements were made as a private citizen, not as a representative of Fresno State. Professor Jarrar's expressed personal views and commentary are obviously contrary to the core values of our University, which include respect and empathy for individuals with divergent points of view, and a sincere commitment to mutual understanding and progress."

This was followed by another Jarrar tweet, in which she is now the victim. This leads me to assume that Fresno State did more than just "express concern". Right afterward, Jarrar's twitter feed went "Private":

“If you’d like to know what it’s like to be an Arab American Muslim American woman with some clout online expressing an opinion, look at the racists going crazy in my mentions right now.”

It's people like Randa Jarrar that should have the people at Twitter thinking of changing the name of their service to Twat-er, since it seems to be overflowing with angry femwads and sympathetically-menstrual beta males.

Now, it's all well-and-fine to believe that George W. Bush was/is a war criminal. It's perfectly acceptable to believe that his mother was a racist. It's all hunky-dory, even, to express these sentiments in public. What wasn't okay, and what most people who hounded Jarrar into, ironically,  Dick Cheney mode (currently hunkered down in an undisclosed location) was that her statements were both poorly-timed and in incredibly bad taste.

(If you'd like to see and listen to the genius-level intellect who regurgitated every hackneyed politial meme of the early oughts, go here: You'll find you're dealing with a 17 year old trapped in a woman's body...well, perhaps four women's bodies).

Fortunately, poor taste isn't illegal (or I'd be behind bars, too), but what stands out here is an exquisitely douchy and uncomfortable keyhole view into the psyche of the Modern Leftist.

Let's deconstruct the entire thing:

1. George W. Bush is a war criminal: she provides no proof of this accusation. In fact, she believes she doesn't need to provide proof of this assertion, because the fact of whether he is or isn't one is immaterial: she feels that he is. And so does everyone she knows and associated with. In the tiny, self-contained universe that people like Jarrar inhabit, this is all that is necessary for belief to flourish -- the right feelings -- endlessly reiterated by an echo chamber of like-minded (and empty-headed) sympathizers.

2. Barbara Bush was a racist: Again, no proof is provided. It's quite okay to make this accusation on the basis that you hate George, and if hating George is reason enough to make unsubstantiated claims of genocide against him then, fuck, everyone associated with him is fair game. Even his dead mother. I can promise you, if anyone made a similar accusation about Jarrar or her mother we'd be hearing nothing but victimhood shit from this Fat Fuck.

3. Jarrar Believed She Had a Mob Behind her: and not so much a mob, but a "woke" mob, all puffed up with Political Correctness, and willing to overlook (if not encourage) unhinged invective hurled at a former (republican) President and his recently-deceased mother. After all, everyone she knows and associates with thinks the same way, and the University would most likely follow in the footsteps of so many others who have been cowed into inaction against the mentally disturbed pretending to be students and professors by the threat of violence and bad publicity. Only in this instance, Land Whale miscalculated; the university, instead, showed a little spine and issued a statement -- not of solidarity -- but of ambiguous support for free expression coupled with an obvious attempt at disassociation. In other words, the University used the one weapon guaranteed to make Jarrar (and most lefty loudmouths, for sure) disappear: it withdrew the protection offered by the mantle of academia.

We've seen this recently in some quarters, where students who come to shut down speakers they don't like find themselves confronted by administrators willing to take action in the name of Free Speech, with threats of retaliation ranging from administrative disciplinary actions to the revocation of student aid. Just like the Antifa crybullies magically disappeared overnight when someone ran one over, or bikers began beating them senseless at counter-demonstrations, the modus operandi of the lefty footsoldier is exposed, once again:

They will only undertake outrageous and violent behavior when there is no risk, and even then, they will seek the cover of institutions (like a university) to protect them from even lesser consequences. When confronted, they quickly disappear, and cry victim on the internet.

The University wouldn't take the hit for her.

Poor fatass Randa Jarrar thought her substantial flanks were covered. She thought she had the Holy Trinity of the Left -- The Mob, The School, The Press -- on her side, and maybe she did. Until the Unholy Trifecta of Public Opinion, Pissed-off and embarrassed Alumni/Contributors, and Decent People Everywhere pushed back.

Randa thought she had the Mob behind her. Only to discover the only thing behind her was more behind, Like miles of more behind.

And, true to form, Randa Jarrar disappeared and  then cried victim on the Internet.

Someone is extremely bitter about getting the short end of the stick in life, and has obviously tried to drown her sorrows in Chicken McNuggets, Snickers bars, an even uglier woman's vagina, and hatred, only to find it did not work.

Whatever Barbara Bush suffered in the final moments of her life, I can promise you this bloated mass of douchebag has suffered every minute of every day beginning at the very second she either discovered -- or, more likely had it pointed out to her, because she doesn't look especially bright -- that she was a butt-ugly, obnoxious, unlovable, unintelligent piece of shit who would never amount to much, and who could only truly feel better about herself by shitting all over someone else. Preferably, someone who is dead and who can't respond, because in the world of the Leftard, this represents "courage", with the added benefit that the lack of response from the deceased means they've had the last word.

Which is really all they ever want. Anything after the last word requires work, and they're incapable of doing that.

Jarrar has probably discovered that she probably feels worse, now that the sense of shame, and the response of Public Opinion, ensured that whatever high she gained from The Hate was extremely short-lived.

I'll bet the 17 cats she fills her empty apartment, and emptier life with, hate her, too, and are plotting her demise right this very second.

So maybe Wes Craven's film will be made, after all, only with a twist.

So, Randa Jarrar for actions above-and-beyond the call of Everyday Douchedom, for exposing the mindless hatred of the typical leftist, for spurring Fresno State into an action that almost seems like common sense,. and for once again displaying the feeble qualities that make the Snowflake a (self-) endangered species, we present you with Douchebag of the Week Award.

Just make certain you leave it in a place of prominence when the Medical Examiner comes to remove your partially-consumed-by-hungry-cats-after-slitting-your-wrists-in-a-fit-of-self-pity carcass.

I would conclude by wishing that someone take a huge dump on your legacy when you finally shuffle off this mortal coil, but it's more likely you'll be forgotten in a week, and no one will care enough to call you a racist hater.

Except maybe the poor schmuck who will have to dig the huge hole they'll need to bury you in.

UPDATE: Corrected some grammatical errors.