The Supreme Dark Overlord of the Evil Legion of Evil issues a stark warning to his enemies, and, by extension, our own:

I am not one of you. I do not want to be one of you. I don’t want your
attention, I don’t want your awards, I don’t want your respect, I don’t
want your pity, and I don’t want anything to do with you. I have never
wanted anything to do with you. In my opinion you are left-wing human
wreckage whose worldview is outdated, irrational, nonsensical, and
ignorant. 

You are neither my intellectual nor moral superior. You are not even my
intellectual peer. Your morality, to the extent it can be called that,
is a parasitical parody of the real thing. I do not respect you, I do
not value your opinion, I reject your values, and I deny your competence
to judge me in any way. 

I turned my back on your freakish community and everything it stood for
as soon as I had the opportunity to see it clearly for myself at Minicon
in 1997. I dutifully did my panels and never went to another SF
convention or attended another SF-related event ever again. I don’t
associate with losers, child molesters, or creepy rape enthusiasts, and
SF fandom consists of little else. I never submitted a short story to a
science fiction magazine or submitted a novel to a science fiction
publishing house because I didn’t have any professional respect for most
of the community’s incompetent institutions. 

All the SF community had to do was leave me alone and I would have left
it alone. I did so, more or less, for 16 years. You didn’t. For over ten
years I was repeatedly attacked, unprovoked, by various members of your
weird little community. I ignored most of their repeated jabs, their
libels, their false accusations, their nasty insinuations, and their
insults. Out of sheer contempt, I ignored most of their attempts to
obtain my attention. But when John Scalzi, Patrick Nielsen Hayden, N.K.
Jemisin, and Steven Gould, among others, made an attempt to publicly
destroy my reputation, I decided I would not ignore it any longer. 

So, you’ve got my attention now. And you should have known better to
draw the contemptuous eye of the Supreme Dark Lord of the Evil Legion of
Evil upon you. Because the Rabid Puppies, and the Dread Ilk, and the
Ilk, and worst of all, my 391 Vile Faceless Minions, are coming for you.
Not just this year, not just next year, but always and forever until
you are gone. By all means, cry more about how much we hurt you; the VFM
like nothing better than the taste of your tears. 

The Sad Puppies want to fix what the SJWs have done to the detriment of
science fiction over the last three decades. I respect that, although I
think it makes more sense to demolish a building and build anew rather
than attempt to shore up a termite-infested structure. But Rabid Puppies
are not Sad Puppies. We want nothing more than to crush SJW bones,
drink SJW blood, and leave a smoking hole where every SJW institution
used to be.

I do believe that this calls for a MANOWAR song. Specifically, THIS one:

Don’t worry, we VFMs are actively looking into fixing this particular shortcoming