Members of the political and cultural right have spent decades framing themselves as aggrieved, misunderstood victims. Conservative scions and right-wing rich boys, from Dan Quayle and George W. Bush to Barry Goldwater and Donald Trump, have framed themselves as rugged individualists and bold Churchilians standing up to a latte-sipping liberal “elitists.”

A few have spun their privilege into a kind of rebel cool: Only I can stand up to these PC ninnies, humorless liberals. and howling feminists. Like Dirty Harry in the land of cucks, only I can speak the truth and look cool doing it.

The latest of this foul crew is the Breitbart pundit, alt-right antihero, and Tori Amos-quoting tough guy Milo Yiannopoulos. The British-born bottle-blond has not only, according to him, drawn a quarter-of-a-million-dollar advance from a major publisher, he has managed to spin it as a victory for his own integrity and defiant courage, with a parallel to the the up-from-the-bootstraps triumph of the man who will soon helm the nation. For a guy booted off Twitter for nasty, racist missives about “Ghostbusters” actress Leslie Jones — some sent by him, some by his fanboys — Yiannopoulos’s breaking from the 140 characters he is no longer allowed to send to penning a memoir about the triumph of right-populism stands as a real coup. It would, you’d think, coax out a bit of simple gratitude. Then again, maybe not.