I Say, Was Anyone Else Rather Put Off By the Boisterous Patriotism of the Proles?

This is National Review -- a sewing circle of rancid pansies LARPing on Twitter as British aristocrats swanning about a garden party.

OUT: Class Signalling Disguised as Virtue Signalling

IN: Class Signalling Not Disguised as Anything

How vulgar. Dears, if you have to pretend so strenuously to be well-born, you're not actually well-born.

It is the sign of a True FancyLad Little Gentleman that no one ever sees him perspire.

Blood will out, dear lads. Blood will out.

By the way: Do all the high-class people now spend every waking hour on Twitter, or is that just your particular corner of the blueblood cotillion?

Exit question: Which toffs at National Review might have rented their delicate mouths out at boarding school in exchange for cigarettes and sweets from the older boys?

Below, cucks calling out and offering their bona-fides to each other on Twitter.

And below that, a graduate of the National Review Ladies' Finishing School.

posted by Ace of Spades at 01:24 PM

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