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For newcomers, more items from the archives. A ladies-of-the-left edition:
Melissa Fabello, managing editor of Everyday Feminism, shares her interracial dating advice with those less enlightened:
If you’re creasing the sheets with someone and you’re continually fretting about pseudo-sociology and imagined racial power dynamics, and about who’s being “marginalised” by virtue of their melanin levels, and thinking about sex “in relation to social power,” then it doesn’t sound like a relationship so much as an elaborate fetish. Seemingly oblivious, Ms Fabello goes on to stress the wickedness of “racial fetishization” and of “exotifying” sex with “people of colour.” “It’s never appropriate to stereotype people,” says she. And yet her own article is premised on “othering” and “exotifying” people with browner skin than hers. Chiefly by viewing them as eternal victims of some all-pervasive “white supremacy,” which apparently renders them “marginalised” and powerless, and in need of endless, neurotic accommodation by immensely sensitive white people, even in the bedroom.
“Racial justice educator” Rachel Kuo tells us how to order takeaway in a suitably agonised and intersectional manner:
For Ms Kuo, neurotic fretting is, and should be, a staple of eating out: “Food can be used as a tool of marginalisation and oppression… It’s critical for us to reflect on how we perceive the cultures that we’re consuming and think about the relationships between food, people, and power.” And yet the family running my local Chinese takeaway actively encourages heathen white folk to sample their wares, regardless of whether those paying customers are intimately familiar with All Of Chinese History. And I very much doubt that they expect their patrons to acquaint themselves with “the complex relationships and power dynamics between Asian countries” and issues of “labour equity and immigration policy” as a precondition of buying hot tossed chicken. No. What they want is custom. Pretentiously agonised pseudo-sensitivity is, alas, not billable.
Progressive she-person Silpa Kovvali insists that gendered pronouns are an “outdated linguistic tic” and must be abolished:
Readers may wish to think back to any recent discussion involving spouses, siblings, parents or children – anyone you know well – and then try repeating that conversation stripped of gender identifiers. Said out loud by actual people, about people we know, gender-neutral language tends to sound contrived and its connotations are unlikely to be flattering. And then imagine the effect of this modish neutering on popular culture – say, the quasi-pornographic romance novel: “They looked at them lustfully and reached for their buttons.” It would, I fear, be hard to keep track of the various theys involved. And a great literary genre would be rendered incomprehensible. And much as I hate to be a bother, my “preferred pronouns” are masculine. Like almost all human beings, I am not alienated from my sex in psychologically hazardous ways. I am not of indeterminate gender. I am not a they.
Tiffanie Drayton wants the world to know that her freeloading is political and not at all opportunist:
Yes, relying on a man to pay the bill, every time, is proof of Ms Drayton’s emancipation and empowerment as a thinking, hardworking, autonomous black woman. It’s how she fights for the right to claim her independence. It’s also reparation for collective male sin. You see, by paying for everything she wants, whenever she wants it, your money is simply being “returned to the women from which [sic] it was displaced in the very first place.” And so the proudly feminist author “completely rejects the premise” that “I have to pay my own way.”
There’s plenty more to poke at in the greatest hits. And tickling the tip jar is what keeps this place afloat.
Integration by segregation
Said plainly, it sounds perverse, which it is. But as we’ve seen many times, those drawn to race hustling aren’t the sharpest of tools. Just tools.
Just tools.
She’s not happy at the end. 🙂
She’s not happy at the end. 🙂
It’s my impression that race hustlers are generally accustomed to being treated deferentially, or at least with kid gloves. And it has to be said that the riot apologist Dr Sheley Secrest isn’t overly gifted at debating. And neither is the chap next to her, the leftist writer and “cultural critic” Charles Mudede, who specialises in a kind of wafty meandering and whose point often seems to evaporate long before he finishes speaking.
If you’ve time to kill, the full debate, all 1 hour 40 of it, can be found here. There’s a telling moment when both Secrest and Mudede have been Shapiro-ed and just sit there in silent irritation. Eventually, after much dead air, Dr Secrest grins unconvincingly and boasts that there’s “so much” she could say by way of rebuttal, before carefully, and quite quickly, changing the subject.
Regarding SUNY-Binghamton, I cannot imagine a set of parents voluntarily sending their child and paying for their child to be subjected to that crap. Has the university learned nothing from Mizzou’s enrollment decline in incoming freshman and transfer students?
Just tools.
Speaking of tools, another one, and example of bloated and useless university admin, with the absurd title of “Director of the Office of Alcohol Policy and Education” explains the additional prohibitions and the rationale Stanford’s new student alcohol policy.
How, you ask ?
“The policy update, which goes beyond state law requirements, prohibits containers 750 mL and larger of distilled liquor, spirits and hard alcohol (alcohol by volume 20 percent and above or 40 proof) in undergraduate student residences, including rooms and common spaces.”
A case of pints (easier to conceal, BTW) is OK, I guess, not just a fifth.
I am guessing the “Vice Provost for Student Affairs has never went to college, nor met a college student.
You cannot imagine how stunned I am to learn that. This is the same idiot reasoning as the California ban on “high capacity” (actually standard) magazines; there must be something in the water that makes them think you can’t have two or more little things to equal one or more big ones.
Ladies and gentlemen, he may look like an idiot, and sound like an idiot, but make no mistake, he really is an idiot. Even in Alabama and Mississippi any ABC or package store sells half gallons, fifths, pints, half-pints, and airplane bottles. He might be surprised to learn tht California allows liquor sales in grocery and convenience stores, the latter of which generally only sell pints.
You will also be surprised to learn that failure to comply will get a lecture by some other supernumerary administrator, or removed from housing which a) ain’t gonna happen because they don’t want to lose the revenue, and b) is hardly a punishment.
The idiocy of college administrators apparently knows no bounds.
I am guessing the “Vice Provost for Student Affairs has never went to college, nor met a college student.
Reminds me of those glory days in the football stadium on Saturdays, where the state troopers were perched on the west side with spotting scopes trying to find out who was drinking in the student section on the east side.
Answer: Everyone.
Number apprehended on an average Saturday afternoon: Zero.
Disclosure: Toward the end of my college career, I endured a period of supreme football suckitude. Other than drinking, there was not much to enjoy about the games. My personal highlight–during a drubbing by the University of Washington–was to get the student section involved in a cheer of “Point Spread! Point Spread!”
The State University of New York (SUNY) at Binghamton is now offering a course called “#StopWhitePeople2K16” as part of routine training for residential assistants.
Ah, residential assistants. Or, as we used to call them, Gauleiter.
there must be something in the water that makes them think you can’t have two or more little things to equal one or more big ones.
They have the same water here in New York, judging by the previous mayor’s attempt to ban large cups of soda. Which, given his diminutive size and attendant Napoleon complex, prompted somebody to claim that the mayor was intent on banning any cups that were larger than he was.
The research on limiting availability and access focuses on reducing alcohol outlet density and increasing alcohol taxes and costs.
I foresee a one-time business in plastic resealable containers of the approved size, such as those provided by Tupperware, to be filled from the jug before return to the dorm, said jug then being discarded in a roadside dumpster. Also needed: a funnel, to avoid spillage.
I challenge you not to focus on the policy as something to be worked around.
Yes, because that’s exactly why we want people to go to college and get an education: to follow orders, and certainly not to try and find a solution to a problem.
…where the state troopers were perched on the west side with spotting scopes trying to find out who was drinking in the student section on the east side.
Fortunately since those days, science and technology have brought us a solution for the ladies, and one for the gentlemen.
Er, so… you were what, related? Sort of, “Wait a minute, isn’t your dad my mother’s brother?”
Nothing so Icelandic.
Just me being nice and a woman not used to men being nice without expecting something in return. It culminated in a “funny if it weren’t so sad” situation where she offered herself to me at a party and then got very upset when I turned her down. Blubbering ensued, mascara ran in rivers, and declarations of undying love may or not have been made. It was all very high school.
She stalked me for a little while and then moved on to some other fellow who did expect something in return and they have been taking turns loving and hating each other ever since.
It was my first, and last attempt to be more than a superficial friend with a woman that I wasn’t interested in romantically. Just not worth the emotional investment.
@Farnsworth
During my day, the importation vessel of choice was this*.
*Sentence placed in the middle of a monologue something like, “Arrr arrr grandfather what, Arnhem, jolly good show, arrr arrr arrr fuzzy-wuzzies arrr arrr Kitchener arr arrr arrr absolutely ripping!”
When considering a policy, one can look at it through multiple lenses. I challenge you not to focus on the policy as something to be worked around.
Well, that’s now in the running for most stupid thing I’ve read today. Don’t focus on how a rule might be circumvented, because only an idiot wants their pure-in-intention rule to actually work in practice? Admitted, I’m glad he came out and said “look only at my intentions”, but I don’t think he even understands what he said – while he meant “please, students, don’t just evade my pointless rule”, even a non-motivated critic would be a fool not to notice flaws. But, that’s what he requests.
He suggests that limiting container size will increase taxes? Is this concommitant with some fantasy of a fixed per-bottle tax that doesn’t actually exist, or did he forget to propose that as well? Does he imagine such is currently the case? It’s certainly not within his purview as a college official to futz with alcohol taxation. If one assumes such a thing did exist, it would have the effect of reducing alcohol taxes everywhere *but* the university, as the economy would favor large bottles. Empirically proven strategy how, experiments in Play Doh economy among three year olds? Include his ignorance about what sizes retailers actually sell, and I don’t think “idiot” is strong enough.
To use some vulgar parlance, what an epic fucktard.
The end focal point of the racial lens: http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2016/05/30/the-new-activism-of-liberal-arts-colleges
How, then, to teach? Two years ago, when the Black Lives Matter movement took off, “it felt like it was going to be a moment when we were really going to have a national conversation about police brutality and economic inequality,” Kozol said. She was excited about her students’ work in Cleveland and elsewhere. “But then, at some point, it became really solipsistic.” A professor who taught a Comparative American Studies seminar that was required for majors went on leave, and, as she was replaced by one substitute and then another, Kozol noticed something alarming: the students had started seating themselves by race. Those of color had difficulty with anything that white students had to say; they didn’t want to hear it anymore. Kozol took over the class for the spring, and, she told me, “it played out through identity politics.” The class was supposed to be a research workshop. But students went cold when they had to engage with anyone outside their community.
Kozol tried everything she could think of. She divided the seminar into work groups. She started giving lectures. She asked students to write down one thing they would do to contribute to a more productive dialogue. Only one person responded. So she did what she had never done in two decades of teaching: she dissolved the course mid-semester and let students do independent study for a grade.
How far we’ve come. This excerpt focuses on recently developments at Oberlin; it’s no accident that racial tensions are often highest on the most liberal campuses, given their appeal to politicized identities and the continuing efforts to foster those identities during students’ tenures. We’re finally seeing a reaction from some far-left professors, but David’s earlier post on SUNY Binghampton and CAL State Fresno illustrates just how choppy the waters are ahead.
I suspect that these programs will further fragment student bodies, leading to heightened racial tensions which will naturally lead to the assumption that institutionalized racism is alive and well. The response will include larger administrations, more diversity requirements, more bias response teams, and more resistance to free speech.
Kozol noticed something alarming: the students had started seating themselves by race… students went cold when they had to engage with anyone outside their community.
If you spend years peddling poison to children, you will tend to end up with a lot of poisoned children.
I’m told these people are intellectuals.
Ted S: That joke predates the existence of Comic Sans by quite a few years.
Farnsworth: My vote for Most Elegant goes to Trajan.
During my day, the importation vessel of choice was this*.
Mine too – but speaking of drinking, seeing as how I believe we were on campus (different schools, of course) at the same time, ever hang at at the Booche ?
Farnsworth: My vote for Most Elegant goes to Trajan.
As a display face, it is hard to beat. For sans serif I still like Avant Garde, though I might be biased because I got to meet Herb Lubalin, serif & readability goes to Minion and Palatino, though my all time favorite serif is the Garamond Pro with all the extensions – the small caps and ligatures are a wonder.
However, because of computers and the people for whom I worked, it was either Times New Roman, the bastard son of Helvetica, Ariel, or the god awful “Algerian”.
Garamond Pro, Garamond Premiere Pro, and Jensen are among my favorites among the serifs.
Franklin, Univers, and Avant Garde top my list for the sans serifs; Optima is beautiful, but not the easiest to read.
Yeah, I probably like Trajan more because I met Carol Twombly a few times. She actually taught a course in calligraphy to some staff at a small company called Imagen, where I was before Adobe.
David’s Anti-Thread-Hijack systems are obviously offline, or perhaps hungover.
If there were such a thing as an Anti-Thread-Hijack system, it would likely ignore common words that are part of HTML and references to fonts. I’m picturing a censor-filled dystopia in which a cant is made up of such words to continue free expression. Really bolds the div, yeah? Quite a New Roman.
Booche’s: My office during grad school.
David’s Anti-Thread-Hijack systems are obviously offline,
I’ve been entertaining the in-laws. And as long as drinks are being bought and shirts are being worn, you can bang on about whatever.
[ Slides bowl of dry roasted nuts along bar. ]
Booche’s: My office during grad school.
Now being too old to be taken seriously trolling at the other college in town, it is about the only reason I’d go back there.
Fraktur
My blood ran cold seeing this word: There might be something to this ‘triggering’ malarkey after all.
In the late 1970s I had to attempt to prepare for German A-level using my ancient teacher’s even more ancient textbooks, all in this wretched script, that she herself had used as a ‘gel’. I was never able to get to the bottom of quite how this rather eccentric, and not unaccomplished, battleaxe came to be plying her trade in a pee-poor comprehensive with a pitifully inadequate Sixth Form. She was pensioned off at very short notice, leaving me to my own devices, with just the Fraktur for company.
They really are the happiest days of your life, aren’t they?
Good news, everyone! We’ll soon have Laurie Penny’s contribution to science fiction:
https://medium.com/@Rachel_E_Brown/laurie-penny-feminist-politics-requires-a-futurism-525d5bbdbba3#.tmfx7e58z
The author reassures as that Laurie Penny isn’t abandoning feminism for sic-fi, so dodged bullet there.
Laurie Penny debuts their . . .
Their?
Trigger warning: the Rachel Brown article involves multiple “violences” against the English language.
I’m afraid my only exposure to Laurie Penny has been through this site, so eventually I wondered why this airhead was receiving so much attention here. Off to Wikipedia (yeah, yeah, I know) where I learn this startling factlet:
In October 2012, The Daily Telegraph ranked Penny as the 55th most influential left-winger in Britain, reporting that she is “without doubt the loudest and most controversial female voice on the radical left.”
55th. But “loudest”. Well then.
I’d love to see that ranking. It could be made multi-dimensional, ranking also (just pulling these out of the air, understand…)
– number of non-academic jobs held
– number of therapists
– number of GBP / $ of scholarship or government grants consumed
– number of spouses
– number of children
– distance of residence from national capitol
(plus the aforementioned loudness, controversial-ness, and influence)
The resulting 9-dimensional space might show some interesting clusters and trajectories.
Sounds a bit too much like work, though.
And since I’ll have to complete a 12-week re-education & social struggle camp first, just for suggesting something so analytic, I think instead I will relax and consume another handful of those bar snacks so thoughtfully provided by Our Gracious Host.
“…If you’ve time to kill”
So that’s where my day goes.
Yeah, we know- “Credit note only. No refunds”.
Being serious- thanks, David. Happy to subscribe.
The wobbly logic of the above comment derives from my post-workout, pre-ibuprofen condition. I should know better.
In the late 1970s I had to attempt to prepare for German A-level using my ancient teacher’s even more ancient textbooks, all in this wretched script, that she herself had used as a ‘gel’. I was never able to get to the bottom of quite how this rather eccentric, and not unaccomplished, battleaxe came to be plying her trade in a pee-poor comprehensive with a pitifully inadequate Sixth Form. She was pensioned off at very short notice, leaving me to my own devices, with just the Fraktur for company.
They really are the happiest days of your life, aren’t they?
If your “ancient” German “mistress” *ahem* was heavily pregnant at the time and there were about seven of us in an “art room” with a disused potter’s wheel and cracked and decrepit examples of the former years’ “multi-media” “artwork” slowly peeling off the wall onto some jam jars half-full of brown water with the stems of unusable watercolour brushes poking out of the top…
I probably owe you a pint.
Where have you been all these years?
If your “ancient” German “mistress” *ahem* was heavily pregnant at the time and there were about seven of us in an “art room” with a disused potter’s wheel and cracked and decrepit examples of the former years’ “multi-media” “artwork” slowly peeling off the wall onto some jam jars half-full of brown water with the stems of unusable watercolour brushes poking out of the top…
I probably owe you a pint.
Weren’t we running an informal contest for great opening paragraphs a short while back?
Comic Sans walks into a bar. The bartender says, “Sorry we don’t serve your type in here.”
Sorry. I had to.
In amongst the news, I’ve just noticed;
Here’s Why Richard Branson Is at War With UK Labour Leader Jeremy Corbyn
Fortune
. . . I’m not seeing the explanation as to why someone would care . . . . .
I still think we should have a thread devoted to catastrophically bad dating experiences.
You know it’s just going to be Tim Newman and I discussing cluster B personality disorders again.
Trigger warning: the Rachel Brown article involves multiple “violences” against the English language.
From the article on Laurie’s new career trajectory:
Perhaps we could find common ground in our disappointment. Though mine centres on the fact that there’s apparently a market for overwrought, poorly-argued far-left boilerplate.
You know it’s just going to be Tim Newman and I discussing cluster B personality disorders again.
I was waiting for somebody else to start the ball rolling…it can’t be me all the time!
In 30 years I’ve never been to a restaurant where the owners actually wanted me to worry about “food as a tool of marginalisation and oppression”
Somehow, I doubt the owners are referring to the Holodomor or what Mengistu did with the food aid in the mid-80s.
Many were left disappointed Penny did not read a longer extract about the angel that enjoyed ‘Fffucking’ humans
It doesn’t even sound like it’s Sci-Fi, maybe Fantasy or Urban Fantasy. So their “sci-fi feminism” is really “fantasy feminism”, like their stories about the wage gap and patriarchy.
They can’t even get the genre right.
Regarding Miss Penny,
Tonight at Berlin’s HAU, Penny’s nonfiction debuts, to an audience who seem to find her ‘you know’ sentence injections and similar youthful patois charming.
1) So, that means everything she has written prior is fiction, which explains a lot. 2) “You know” interjections are “charming”. Sure, you go with that. Personally I would have said “inept public speaker, but then I am a shitlord.
2) I am guessing – totally going out on a limb here – that Miss Penny isn’t selling her sci-fi at cost, so isn’t that capitalism ?
3) If the photo at the link is her new “accidentally more attractive look”, I will grant that the henna hair is better than purple or blue, but I think she really doesn’t understand what men find “more attractive”. The looks she gets, I suspect, are still along the lines of WTF.
It was a ‘metaphor for capitalism’ but either the reading or my intelligence was too limited to see that insight.
Oh, goody! More “art” where the creator feels compelled to explain to the world the great & timeless themes contained therein. Why not just cut to the chase and say it’s crap?
I probably owe you a pint.
Your wallet is safe: the lady in question was several decades past anything other than the most miraculous of conceptions.
No shit, Sherlock?.
No shit, Sherlock?.
Meanwhile in Chicago, U of Chicago admin tells the snowflakes to stuff it.
I am going to assume “sic-fi” isn’t a typo but a description of a genre that needs to given the reader reassurance that, yes, this is what the author intended. Really. No, absolutely straight up.
If the photo at the link is her new “accidentally more attractive look”, I will grant that the henna hair is better than purple or blue, but I think she really doesn’t understand what men find “more attractive”.
if she’s under 30 and puts out, especially with older men, she’ll be “attractive” enough – right up until the time she wants one of them to stick around for a while, at which point she’ll realise that she’s seriously fucked up. I suspect this will coincide with her reaching early-to-mid 30s and not being quite so attractive (in any sense) any more.
Muldoon, you may also have received the recent issue of the alumni magazine informing us that, after almost three decades we need to pony up the cash for a subscription.
My response?
Hah,hah,hah,hah. Don’t be daft.
The youngest child has received our combined body weights in solicitations to attend my (and my wife/his mother’s) alma mater. Not in this life, if I have anything to say about it.
Re: “Welcome” letter from U Chicago, which was quite moderate from my POV, what with the “civility & mutual respect” and “no freedom to harass” caveats.
Looks like about half / half pro-con in the tweets following, which I find sad, but then there was this gem:
They’re lucky it was so eloquent.
I would’ve said “Welcome! En garde!”
And maybe given a pop quiz.
Reminds me a bit of a hiring manager who looked at me with a touch of concern and said “the best word to describe this place is ‘chaotic’.”
Sherman – no, fortunately, having moved frequently and not leaving forwarding addresses, I dropped off their radar around ’96, which was fine because I had not planned on giving them anything, and there were only maybe six people in my school’s class with whom I cared to keep up.
I am surprised, though that they didn’t decide to go strictly online and charge for that.
…having moved frequently and not leaving forwarding addresses…
The various statutes of limitations have not expired, then?
I always knew this place would turn into a speakeasy for felons and ne’er-do-wells.
These people are parasites. They make: nothing. They create: nothing. They produce: nothing. But they feel perfectly justified — they positively glow with moral frisson — standing between the people who create and build and the people who benefit from those creations.
Kevin Williamson.
The various statutes of limitations have not expired, then?
That, and extradition treaties.
TomJ, let’s just assume “sic-fi” was a Freudian slip. That said, I’m liking your interpretation of it.
Regarding Herr Williamson there appears to be no brush too broad, nor paint too thin:
There have actually been over the years quite a few physicians, dentists, veterinarians, engineers, various types of scientists, and military. Granted, there are also a lot of buffoons. Currently there are 14 Republican and 3 democrat physicians. If Williamson ever needs a heart-lung transplant, he can thank former senator Frist for being among the pioneers of the procedure.
However, I suppose rather than cutting to the chase and naming the culprits, as he finally gets around to two thirds of the way into the thing, it is easier to cast a wide net and, fancying himself the reincarnation of Mencken, condemn every one.
Of course this leads us to the question, what in this regard, other than not being elected, is the difference between politicians and pundits ?
I still think we should have a thread devoted to catastrophically bad dating experiences.
In the meantime, if you’re in New York, you can start here:
And best of all, it’s art.
Williamson is quite selective in his harvesting of Cerasus. Mylan produces the Epipen, but it didn’t develop it, which means that in this instance, Mylan invented nothing. I missed that point in the article; he’s also remarkably reticent about the issue of Heather Manchin Bresch’s salary, which rose over 600% from 2008 to 2015.
Nor does he touch on Mylan’s aggressive efforts to expand the definition of Anaphylaxis, or their legislative machinations as discussed here: http://www.bloomberg.com/news/articles/2015-09-23/how-marketing-turned-the-epipen-into-a-billion-dollar-business
In fact, it was hard to make much headway at all through the article without tumbling over a herring (or 5) about pornography or the cost of televisions; in the latter rant, he ignores the fact the the medication in the Epipen rapidly loses its effectiveness, making doses worthless in a year.
Williamson’s tactics could have been ripped out Laurie Penny’s secret Logical Fallacies for Social Justice Playbook
On an interesting side-note, Heather Manchin Bresch is the daughter of Joe Manchin, a former governor of West Virginia who is currently current Democratic senator. She was involved in a bit of a row a few years ago when she mysteriously earned a MBA—without actually earning the degree: http://www.wsaz.com/news/headlines/18456139.html
It is entertaining to watch Democrats attacking the daughter of one of their stalwarts; equally entertaining? Republicans defending her.
Whether Williamson’s argument about the Epipen is correct is somewhat beside the point in the larger picture. (I write that as one who has bought two of them per year for the last ten years so that my youngest has one handy at all times.) Rather, it is the idea that the people doing the regulating, taxing, etc.–that is, Congress and bureaucracies which it creates– do so for reasons other than protecting the public or making life easier for us all.
See, e.g.the FAA deciding that an Uber-like app for hitching rides on private aircraft constitutes being a “common carrier” or various licensing requirements for service providers like hairdressers, or the bagillion of regulations and mandates which cost me as a small business owner around $10K per employee before I ever sign a paycheck.
Williamson’s evidence may be suspect, but his thesis is nonetheless sound from my perspective.
She teaches gender studies.
Via Julia.
She teaches gender studies.
People who choose gender studies courses get what they deserve.
People who choose gender studies courses get what they deserve.
But gender studies is at the bleeding edge of intellectual activity.
(And note that both ladies have quickly blocked people who dared to disagree or mention relevant facts.)
Intellectually: Given the stream of failures of what should have been reason and all the badly held middles of the last hundred years, little. What I mean is that while the left is psychotic, the right overtly allows it to be so and still our Williamsons can’t lay out how and why this is and what to do about it.
Actually, the right has a zest for being just the last to slurp the leftist punchbowl-of-dysfunction, eventually approving most left-centered and left-created policies. Maybe that’s why they call it Progressivism.
Like Socialism, this we also call bad luck. And like Williamson, this we also commiserate on endlessly because we like it, but you’d think with all that experience we’d also win sometimes.
So no, there’s not much difference between them – including between a right that isn’t and a left that is – because pundits simply make their livings simply reporting politicians behaving simply badly, while politicians make theirs handing them the material. It’s a healthy, thriving symbiosis, like supplying cheap folding chairs to professional wrestlers.
She teaches gender studies.
First, it is a CDC sign, not a TSA sign. Second, the primary way to prevent Zika or any other vector borne disease is, in fact, to avoid the vector, but if that can’t be done, then the next best thing is to eliminate the vector, in this case, the mosquito.
Koch’s Triad states that for a disease to be transmitted, there must be a susceptible population, an agent, and a means of transmission. Break the link to any one of those, and there is no disease transmission.
Malaria was endemic in North America clear up into Canada until 1950. The way it was eradicated was by breaking the means of transmission by eliminating the vector by draining swamps (and other breeding areas) and spraying DDT. I have no doubts this moonbat would scream bloody murder if that happened today. The Party of Science !™.
…but his thesis is nonetheless sound from my perspective.
The kernel of truth got muffled in the cacaphony of twisted logic. Specifically regarding the medical device tax, that is wholly on the democrats as not a single Republican voted for that mess. Rather than taking out his blunderbuss, he could have made his point more effectively simply by having listed specific cases (like the Epipen) and linked them to culprits/agencies to make his point rather than shooting everyone in the face. The fact is that sometimes The Circus on The Potomac gets it right, like the mosquito eradication program above.
Back to Epipens themselves. The much cheaper AnaKits that have been marketed/legislated out of favor are actually better for the average Joe because they are scalable. Epipens are one-and-done, the AnaKits contain four chewable Chlorpheneramine tablets (an antihistamine) and, if those aren’t sufficient, a marvelously clever syringe that can deliver either half, or a full dose of epinephrine, the latter of which can be administered at once, or in a divided dose. The only advantage of an Epipen is it is almost idiot proof. Of course AnaKits are scary to the nanny types because it has a syringe with an actual needle and that could lead to drug use or something. The Party of Science !™.
Back to Zika…in a way it is women’s fault, or at least females, because only female mosquitoes take blood meals.
Dave had better make another post soon, ‘cuz this thread has gone past the conversational “branching tree” phase, through the “bush” phase, and zoomed recklessly into the “tangled bramble” phase.
Female Mosquitos, forsooth.
Dave had better make another post soon
This week’s ephemera should materialise in about 82 minutes.
‘Night, all.
…zoomed recklessly into the “tangled bramble” phase.
You have to admit, though, unlike a conventional site that wanders off into two or more groups yelling at each other, the branches here are interesting, and no one has been called out for a duel.
Besides, where else could you get a link that would link to a concise explanation of third wave feminism like this and from the polar opposite of Miss Penny at that.
‘Night, all.
Let’s raid the liquor cabinet! 😉
See, that’s what I like. Who needs a refund OR a credit note, when David provides such prompt service?
(AND bar snacks!)
Said Melissa, caringly.
Thank you for being you.” Said Melissa, caringly, to Caleb Luna.
I cannot imagine why.
I cannot imagine why.
This ostentatiously self-categorised creature is, he says, a “light-skinned latinx,” a “fat, brown, queer, writer, scholar babbling into the void.” Apparently, he’s “deeply invested in collective liberation and pop music.” Yes, this 30-year-old is deeply invested in pop music. And “collective liberation.” And when Mr Luna says “scholar,” he means student.
When not tweeting his self-pity or “watching TV and eating cereal out of the box in bed,” Mr Luna finds time to publish two Tumblr accounts featuring heavily overweight people, including himself, in various states of undress. (“Fatnudes” and “Fuckyeahchubbyguysofcolor,” if you’re determined, and of strong constitution.)
Yes, this 30-year-old is deeply invested in pop music.
Don’t forget the Pokemon Go.
Related, because it is off his Twitter, can anyone translate this ?