Owen refuses to bow before demands that he disavow yours truly:
So, this is pretty funny. It’s just crazy. “Hey Owen, I’m a big fan of your comedy. First saw you on Jay Leno years ago, and then on Crowder. I really want to write you because I want to make sure you have all the information. I know you’re not a racist, but Vox Day is. I’ve read most of his work and he’s trying to ride your coattails and in the process will damage you with misinformation and turn you against good people. Vox Day lies about not being racist because he knows everybody…”
Okay, so he writes me… dude, I’m telling you, it’s like link… link… link. “This is Vox saying this! This is Vox saying that!” So, I write back:
And oh, by the way, he said, “I also wanted to respond, not really related to Vox Day, to a little thing you wrote regarding Jews and it not being possible to be a race and a religion. I’m Jewish, so let’s explain….” Okay, so this is what I write to him.
“When I first did Crowder I got tons of letters just like this from other Jews about how Crowder was a Nazi and supports Palestinian genocide, and I’m better than associating myself with such a monster. My Jew agents HATED Crowder and freaked out when I did his show. And now I’m getting more Jews like you saying that Crowder is great and Vox is a real monster. Very curious what the next wave of Jews will tell me that I must do and who I must disavow.”
And he wrote: “Except Crowder isn’t actually Alt-Right. And there are lying leftists who really ddin’t give any sources or context. I’m not demanding that you disavow….”
Leave me alone, Jews! I can make my own fucking decisions. Do you know how much shit I got when I first hung out with fucking Crowder? Do you have any idea? That was why it is so funny when people are now like, “is Crowder going to still let Owen in his circle?” Hollywood HATES Steven Crowder. Hollywood thinks STevne Crowder is a goose-stepping Nazi. And I’m like, no, he’s a great guy, he’s got a warm heart, he’s fucking hilarious.
Adn they’re like, you can never come back from associating yourself … I’m like.. WHO IS YOUR MASTER?
And this motherfucker is like, “Vox Day, he said that Norwegians blah blah blah.”
Motherfucker, I don’t fucking care who you think I should associate with or not.
Motherfucker, my Dad broke my heart. My Dad told me I should not talk about trans-kids, keep the money, and publish a book so I could get on the New York Times bestseller list. That was my hero for most of my childhood. He broke my heart. And I didn’t kneel to my own father.
Do you think I’m going to kneel to you?
I find it more than a little ironic that when I criticize Jordan Peterson and Joe Rogan, I am accused of attempting to ride their coattails. And then, because I happen to speak well of Owen Benjamin, I am accused of attempting to ride his coattails. It seems to me that I should just do whatever I think best at all times, because no matter what I do, no matter what I say, I’m going to be attacked, accused, discredited, disqualified, and disavowed.
This is why I stand so strongly by Owen, by Milo, by Mike, by Stefan, and by other courageous individuals who flat-out refuse to accept being told what to think, what to say, and what to do by those who offer them the carrot and the stick. Because regardless of whether I agree with them on any given issue, and regardless of what they might happen to think of me at any given moment, they are men who are the masters of their own souls.
And that is not the easiest thing to do for public figures these days, when men are offered riches in return for selling their souls, and are threatened when they refuse to bow down before their self-proclaimed masters.