Today’s Word Is Juxtapose

Meanwhile, back at US universities…
The KKK come to Indiana U !

Then my residents, terrified, come running to me, saying yeah the report must be true, they saw him and couldn‘t believe there was a klansmember with a whip.

Wait for it…

And I see this picture. It’s a priest. With a rosary.

Read the whole thing, among the immediate responses via Yik Yak, (whatever the hell that actually is), “Reasonable fear imo”.
Further south in Tennessee, #TheChalkening gets a member of student government excommunicated for wrongthought.
From the head commissar:

“We promised to represent you, and by you we mean everyone,” the message continued.

Well, maybe not everyone, everyone…

“We will not, however, represent those who support the oppression of others…

The oppression of other is, of course,

…bigotry or hatred or the messages spread by Donald Trump’s ignorance…

The faction that forced the student out are of course,

…part of a rival student government coalition that sought to promote more diversity on campus.

Unless the “diversity” actually means, “diversity”.

It’s a priest. With a rosary.
Can we say hysteria yet?

It conjures up a sort of mid-70s Pythonesque vision of a stand-off . . . .
Always remember it’s very important that one address the issue of a homosexual nymphomaniac drug addict involved in the ritual murder of a well known Scottish footballer.

The saying I hear and use most is “dumb as a box of rocks,”
Sharp as a velvet bag of styrofoam peanuts.
Sharp as a bowling ball.
Dumber than a creosote post without the creosote.

‘”We could charge you with obstructing justice,” Ohls said. “Interfering with an officer in the performance of his duty, aiding and abetting the escape of a felon, accessory after the fact of homicide, obtaining motor vehicle information dishonestly, impersonating a police officer and being stupider than three sheep.”
“I got an overdue library book, too,” I said. “May as well make a clean breast of it.”
“Get out of here,” Ohls said’.
From Poodle Springs by Raymond Chandler and Robert B. Parker.
“Stupider than three sheep”. I like that a lot.

Smart like freight train

Conspiracy theories are very, very popular.
It is somewhat unsurprising that those who wish to organise society and the economy as a conspiracy – their conspiracy – have convinced themselves that it already is one.
I guess if they didn’t, they might have to come to terms with the fact that a) there’s no little man behind the curtain, b) most people are more or less happy with stuff the way it is, and c) that they are really rather horrible little people looking for ways to justify their totalitarian fantasies.

I suppose I should also get around to reading through all of Chandler
Indeed you should, particularly: The Big Sleep, Farewell, My Lovely, The Long Goodbye, The Little Sister, and The Lady in the Lake.

I’d watch that show.
I suspect that if our clownish old communist knew something about IQ, heredity and assortative mating, and how these things tend to produce social stratification and what he calls “the class system,” his politics might need some serious rethinking.

Oh dear, what is Laurie Penny for? Maybe to amuse the rest of us?