And now, for your daily dose of guilt-free schadenfreude, The Daily Beast brings you "this week in Nazis."
I want Richard Spencer to live a long and comfortable life. I want him to have a front-row seat to the Blue-Wave in November. I want him to watch the first female president. The first Hispanic president. 10s of thousands of successful gay and inter-racial marriages. I want him to watch his dreams of an ethno-state be mocked into nonsense. Then, I want him to have a last thought: My whole life has been on the wrong side of history, I wasted my time on this earth, everything I've done is for naught. Then, with that the last thought rattling in his dense, useless fucking racist head, die peacefully.
His parents have money. Now - let's suppose you're a fine upstanding ophthalmologist with a shit ton of cotton fields. Do... you enjoy having Mother Jones up in your business about your farm subsidies? I reckon thanksgiving has been tense at the Spencer household for a while now. A little hat-in-hand contrition might be just what Daddy ordered.
He ain't hurtin' for money, that's for sure. Which could certainly be part of the strategy: look poor and fewer people will try to pickaxe your liquidity. Beg for money? Provides unity. Uniting behind a common cause and all that. Let's be honest, if he gave a shit what the normies think he wouldn't rawk Hitler's haircut. But I suspect we're going to see developments.