Happy Meal
A quick test. Can you guess the occupation of the person quoted below?
OK, officially, I now hate white people. I am a white people [sic], for God’s sake, but can we keep them – us – out of my neighbourhood?
Yes, once again, via Facebook, an educator speaks. Specifically, Rutgers University history professor James Livingston, following a visit to the Harlem Shake burger restaurant, which was, in his words, “overrun with little Caucasian assholes who know their parents will approve of anything they do.” In this case, the children of unsightly and problematic pallor were sliding on the floor and singing loudly. Activities that no brown-skinned child has ever indulged in, and which, naturally, the professor felt obliged to racialize:
Slide around the floor, you little shithead, sing loudly, you moron. Do what you want, nobody here is gonna restrict your right to be white.
And nothing enhances the purchase of a burger quite like a crescendo of racial animosity:
I hereby resign from my race. Fuck these people. Yeah, I know, it’s about access to my dinner. Fuck you, too.
While the professor claims that his vehement dislike of white people, and especially white children, is only now official, readers may arrive at their own conclusions. “I just don’t want little Caucasians overrunning my life,” the educator subsequently explained:
Please God, remand them to the suburbs, where they and their parents can colonize every restaurant, all the while pretending that the idiotic indulgence of their privilege signifies cosmopolitan — you know, as in sophisticated “European” — commitments.
So, to recap. Our white-and-woke educator is upset, one might say fuming, that white people – other white people, that is – are “colonizing” his neighbourhood. Unlike him, you see, those other white people are privileged and indulged, and presumably crawling with mites. And unlike him, they should be remanded to the suburbs, where they belong.
Oh, and by the way, here’s Jelena Pasic, the Croatian-born owner of the restaurant in question. Readers are invited to speculate as to how Ms Pasic might feel about some neurotic, racist wanker trying to shame away her customers.
Update:
Pasic, who is the restaurant’s founder, and [Dardra] Coaxum, who is a partner, condemned the professor’s remarks, and directly addressed Livingston, noting that they “refuse to be sucked into [his] racist rants.” “We ask that our name is removed from your rant because we do not want to have anything to do with you,” the women added. “And yeah, we ask that you get your burgers somewhere else.”
Nicely done, ladies.
Professor Livingston, a contributor to Marxist Perspectives and Socialist Revolution, is, he says, currently planning a book titled F@!% WORK.
Nobody mention crumpets.
They are now serving crumpets made from cruelty free, free range pumpkin seed flour, topped with artisinal organic apricot/avocado pat; $15, $2.50 extra for a slice of American cheese.
Nobody mention crumpets.
Is it still too early for figgy pudding? Bangers and mash, then?
A quick test. Can you guess the occupation of the person quoted below?
After reading the first seven words of the quote, my first guess was “college professor”. The next sentence turned that guess into a certainty. Now, like others in this thread, I do have reason, on occasion, to be irritated by misbehaving small children whose parents are either unable or unwilling to control them. And yet at no point would it occur to me to shame myself, or the group to which I belong, over the actions of others.
They will let just anybody be a college professor these days. The man has no class and less self-awareness.
And yet at no point would it occur to me to shame myself, or the group to which I belong, over the actions of others.
I’m guessing that’s because you haven’t spent years in a dysfunctional environment, i.e., the Clown Quarter, learning to be perverse and modishly neurotic in order to impress equally perverse and modishly neurotic peers.
A quick test. Can you guess the occupation of the person quoted below?
To my shame, I was going to guess “sociology professor,” which is only half right. Does that merit only one hench-lesbian or something?
Christ what an asshole.
I’m sure his daughter is heartbroken for getting her dad to resign from the white race, though. I mean, that’s hard.
File under “the left eats its own”, https://meanjin.com.au/blog/note-from-meanjin-editor/
“I just don’t want little Caucasians overrunning my life,”
I’d suggest self-deportation to somewhere like the Democratic Republic of Congo or Pakistan. He won’t be overrun by wicked Caucasians and their damned Caucasity there.
I overheard two women discussing their young adult children recently. One was particularly proud of her son who she said “transferred to Harvard” and was getting a PhD in…wait for it… Sociology.
I forsee a dissertation on race and supremacy signalling in gentrified restaurants in minority communities.
Instalanche!
https://pjmedia.com/instapundit/298629/
Instalanche!
[ Heads for gents with can of Oust. ]
Proving once again by their own hand that the “educated” and “educators” are some of the stupidest people on the planet.
But to be fair I hate noisy kids in restaurants too.
Hate?? FWP
Is it still too early for figgy pudding? Bangers and mash, then?
No Spotted Dick?
No Spotted Dick?
AIUI, there are shots that you can get…
learning to be perverse and modishly neurotic in order to impress equally perverse and modishly neurotic peers
Some fifteen years ago I visited a college friend who had moved to San Francisco after graduation. I was quite perplexed to discover that amongst a very large portion of his social circle, a lengthy summary of one’s systemic and ongoing ailments, syndromes and soi-disant food allergies had replaced “Hello”.
So South Park was not wrong about San Francisco disappearing up its own ass?
…amongst a very large portion of his social circle, a lengthy summary of one’s systemic and ongoing ailments, syndromes and soi-disant food allergies had replaced “Hello”.
And their preferred pronouns, surely?
…amongst a very large portion of his social circle, . . . And their preferred pronouns, surely?
Albeit when reading of such, one always remembers that socially, 70 people is large, 150 is enormous—and San Francisco is apparently well over 800,000 . . .
Beyond that, well, yes we’re aware that hipsters exist, but then after all: For you will always have the hipster among you.
Yesterday was an election day in SF. I was running one of the polling precincts, and from getting signed up, to getting trained, to arranging for everyone in assorted neighborhoods to get their votes in, the issue was how to best get all this done, and mere ideology never came up . . . .
“Spotted Dick shots”
Is that, like, an injection, some kind of sexting image or an alcoholic beverage served in a small glass?
PS Some election-related stuff happened in Ontario last week.
Nicely done, ladies
Now that’s what I call a classy response. Should I ever find myself in New York (unlikely given my current circumstances, but you never know) I’ll certainly go and have a meal there.
Remember, this is the mental wreckage deemed fit to teach your children.
this is the mental wreckage deemed fit to teach your children.
That mental wreeckage isn’t teaching any of my children. But that mental wreckage is deemed my superior and thus worthy of being supported by my labor.