The Year Reheated
In which we marvel at the mental contortions of our self-imagined betters.
The year began with several displays of exquisite sensitivity by our woke betters, including the “poet and essayist” Rashaad Thomas, who managed to take umbrage at an old photograph in a restaurant, a photograph of miners drinking beer while covered in coal dust, which Mr Thomas promptly construed as “blackface,” a message of “whites only,” and therefore a “threat” to his wellbeing. And Zack Ford, the “LGBTQ Editor” at ThinkProgress, was traumatised by crime news. Specifically, on hearing that a woman alone at a bus stop in Chicago was able to defend herself from an armed mugger on account of herself being armed and shooting her attacker. According to Mr Ford, who declares himself a “proud SJW,” women being attacked on their way to work should not attempt to defend themselves: “If she had let him rob her, even at gunpoint, both likely would have survived.” And apparently, the well-being of the mugger – who was mugging while on probation – trumps any imperative for self-defence, even if the victim fears for her life.
In February, we learned how to “shatter capitalism” and explode “fragile masculinities” with emojis, courtesy of the scrupulously woke Vice magazine, which, in entirely unrelated news, was simultaneously laying off hundreds of scrupulously woke employees. We also marvelled at the the creative outpourings of Ms Angeliki Chiado Tsoli, whose attempt to “challenge the existence of social, economic, cultural, and class-based inequalities” is both difficult to describe and a thing to behold. Other delights included the discovery of intersectional knitting, a subculture in which the merest deviation from the latest woke pieties can result in staggering levels of spite. And we mustn’t forget the news, courtesy of Salon, that many progressives are now suffering from “Post-Trump Sex Disorder.”
In March we encountered Dr Deborah Cohan, a mistress of “embodied medicine” and “shamanic healing” employed by the University of California, and who rails against the “tendrils of white supremacy” – the ones in her head, presumably – while indulging in a kind of theatrical ethno-masochism. Such that we’re told, quite emphatically, that white doctors are a clear and obvious danger to non-white patients: “Health care is not safe for people of colour as long as the overwhelming majority of U.S. physicians are white.” A claim one might categorise as paranoid, invidious and wildly irresponsible. Though it did rather highlight the overlap of wokeness and ludicrous New Age woo.
Dr Charlotte Riley, currently employed by the University of Southampton, unveiled her latest feminist innovation, which she titled Patriarchy Chicken, and which entails deliberately and repeatedly colliding with random male commuters. For the Sisterhood, you see. Mr Claude Boudeau thrilled us with his seemingly limitless artistic talents, namely a performance piece titled Cascade. We also witnessed the phenomenon of Brookylnite lefties in search of love via a socialist-only dating platform, with the fiercely egalitarian declaring their revolutionary ambitions to each other, along with their preferred pronouns and various mental health issues. Alas, said platform has not proved an enormous success, resulting instead in disgruntlement, mutual loathing, and demands for romantic quotas.
In April, we turned to the pages of Library Journal, a “global community of more than 200,000 librarians and educators,” where academic librarian and intersectional feminist Ms Sofia Leung railed against “white men ideas” and the “so-called ‘knowledge’” of the male and melanin-deficient, which, we’re told, she finds oppressive. It turns out that public libraries are “sites of whiteness” and crush the very breath out of the heroically brown. We also encountered a “diverse group of thought leaders” – all leftwing, inevitably – who shared their thoughts on space travel and the need for deaf and disabled astronauts, before pondering whether a mission to Mars would benefit Black Lives Matter. Oh, and we revisited the pages of the Guardian, where lawyer and activist Clive Stafford Smith airily dismissed burglary as “really quite inconsequential” and unworthy of punishment, especially when the perpetrator is a “young black person,” before disdaining the victims of such crimes and their expectations of justice as, and I quote, “idiotic attitudes.”
“A brilliant new weapon of progressivism” was unveiled in May, thanks to Ms Christina Cauterucci, writing in the pages of Slate. You see, those “right wing, centrist, or politically complacent parents” – the parents you love, presumably – must be purged of their “ill-informed allegiances,” and made to conform politically – i.e., made leftwing – with the threat of never seeing grandchildren. Which is how well-adjusted adult offspring behave, of course. Other fruits of progressive mental activity were offered by Ms Saira Rao, “one of the country’s strongest voices for social justice,” and by W. Benjamin Myers, an enthusiast of “queer theory,” whose scholarly ponderings include “straight and white teeth as a metaphor for a straight and White identity” – with a focus on the “uninterrogated Whiteness” of routine dental hygiene.
In June, we felt the pain of competitively woke film critics, for whom a children’s animation about talking animals was in fact an “ode to heteronormativity, toxic masculinity and patriarchal worldviews.” Particular agony was inflicted by a character choosing to get married and have a child, which the agitated reviewer, Mr Carlos Aguilar, dismissed as “conservative” and therefore detrimental, if only to the wellbeing of competitively woke film critics. Mental distress was also evident in the mutterings of feminist “theorist” Ms Sophie Lewis, who insisted that the foetus, a nascent human being, is “violent,” and that abortion, via drugs or dismemberment, is a form of “anti-violence,” a way of “going on strike against gestational work.” “We need,” said she, “to move away from… arguments around when human life begins.” And the Guardian invited us to imagine the horror of the Earth’s feminists departing the planet, never to return.
Superhuman sensitivity was displayed in July, when Mr Zack Ford again caught our attention, this time with a first-hand tale of enormous personal suffering. Namely, being “emotionally wounded” by a patriotic hat, “a hat that embodies evil.” Mr Ford, a gay activist, revealed that he is challenging prejudice and “educating the world about queer identities.” By indulging in overwrought dramas more typically associated with fourteen-year-old girls – i.e., policing what his friends wear on Facebook, and then being hysterical about it. Elsewhere, in the pages of the Philadelphia Inquirer, “fat-positivity” activist and “Instagram therapist” Ms Sonalee Rashatwar proposed a bold solution to the problem of obesity – namely toppling Western civilisation. A project more righteous, and somehow less difficult, than cutting back on carbs. Ms Rashatwar’s own impressive girth and consequent health issues were of course blamed, not on her frequently announced love of doughnuts, consumed in bulk, but on “white supremacy.”
In August, we were offered a front-row seat to the wearying psychodrama of Ms Rosanna Arquette, an “actress, poet and activist” who wants the world to know how terribly ashamed she is of being white. A display that prompted the question of which is more neurotic and contemptible – actually believing such things, or merely pretending to believe them, repeatedly and compulsively, in order to signal in-group status. A kind of political jewellery. The inherent evils of “whiteness” also tortured the mind of Western Connecticut State University’s Dr Daniel Barrett, who claims to be “blinded” by his own pallor, a unspeakable condition that, we’re told, corrupts and befouls everything it touches, including “integrity, honesty… common sense,” and must therefore “dissolve into oblivion.”
Fellow educator Adam Kotsko insisted that reservations about mass third-world immigration and rapid demographic change can only be explained by racism, and not, say, by the unhappy realisation that your neighbourhood has been enlivened with back-garden abattoirs and Congolese machete gangs. And educator and anti-racism activist Dr Asao Inoue insisted that universities should no longer judge the quality of students’ writing when grading papers. This is in order to purge “white racial habits of language,” by which the good doctor means such trivialities as grammar, punctuation and comprehensible spelling. Dr Inoue went on to explain that grading a student’s ability to convey their thoughts in writing – and to formulate thoughts by writing – is a manifestation of “white language supremacy,” and therefore to be abandoned in the name of “inclusive excellence.”
September brought us ruminations on a phenomenon that I’ve chosen to call The Blurting, whereby the left-leaning feel compelled to announce their political persuasion seemingly at random and regardless of incongruity, while expecting agreement, or at least hushed deference. Other feats of leftist cogitation came to our attention, including scenes of the elderly and disabled being physically harassed by masked members of Antifa, which is not so much a political movement as a metastasising personality disorder, a Cluster B contagion. And then there was the desire, aired by Vox’s Kelsey Piper, to “eradicate the voting age entirely,” thereby allowing socialists to exploit the unworldliness of children, whose conscientiousness and forethought are of course renowned, and with whom, it would seem, they have much in common.
The Guardian was especially Guardianesque in October, thanks to a piece by Ms Ngaree Blow, an employee of the University of Melbourne, who denounced modern healthcare as “fundamentally colonial,” plagued by “Western paradigms,” and therefore “not fit for purpose.” Ms Blow, we were told, has instead “embraced disruption,” championing aboriginal medicine, including a reliance on healing songs and bush dung, and seemingly irrespective of its rather limited effectiveness. Untroubled by any flickering of irony, Ms Blow went on to denounce “outdated approaches to health.” We also pondered the unfashionable nature of shame, and common efforts to deflect it.
With November came more scenes of student hyperventilation, this time at College of the Holy Cross, a private liberal arts establishment in Worcester, Massachusetts, and for which parents fork out $54,000 a year in order to have their children brutally oppressed by Heather Mac Donald and statistics they don’t like. The aggrieved students denounced the “privilege” of Ms Mac Donald, who dared to disagree with their claims of victimhood, while carefully overlooking their own air of entitlement and obvious leverage, deployed with recreational glee, and their own seemingly routine expectations of being disruptive and abusive with impunity.
This practised hysteria was ramped up several notches at Binghamton University, where conservative students were reminded, quite vividly, that by advertising a lecture by the economist Arthur Laffer and offering passers-by free hot chocolate – by simply daring to exist – they should expect to be harassed and physically threatened, while their property is either vandalised or stolen, and racial and sexual profanities are screamed in their faces. Until they, not their assailants, are escorted off campus by police, along with their invited speaker. And before they, not their assailants, are denounced by university administrators as somehow “provocative.”
And Atlantic columnist Lauren Smiley performed some neat rhetorical limbo-dancing in her attempt to avoid the obvious while excusing brazen and habitual thievery.
As the year drew to a close, we attempted to define “social justice” and trace the elaborate mental contortions it regularly entails, while noting its appeal for those inclined to acts of petty malice. We supped once more at the teats of performance art, with some of the “best projects” currently available, including the stirring works of Amanda Kleinhans, who thrilled passers-by with her radical rotundity, “explorations of the fat body,” and questions of pressing import, among which, “Can I fit in that seat?” and “Do I fit into these pants?” And we paid another visit to the pages of Slate, where the woke and well-adjusted mull the issues of the day – in this case, “Do I have to tell my new girlfriend I’m going to keep seeing sex workers?”
Answers on a postcard, please.
Punchline of note.
Punchline of note.
Hey, I’m only human. And it was right there, waiting to be said.
Chris Snowdon has his own end-of-year review.
What so often springs to mind reading these pieces is that stringing words together in grammatically sound sentences does not mean those words mean anything at all. Utter gibberish need not be ungrammatical, and that something can be written does not mean it makes sense even on the most basic level.
Leftist lets the mask slip. Liberal audience applauds:
“Today I saw a thing and it said a lot of men…a lot of white men were committing suicide, and I almost thought, ‘Yeah, great,’ Then I thought about it little more and I thought maybe I shouldn’t say that out in public.”
–Richard Fochtmann, Chairman of the Leeds Democratic Committee and former State Senate candidate.
“Instagram therapist” Ms Sonalee Rashatwar proposed a bold solution to the problem of obesity – namely toppling Western civilisation. A project more righteous, and somehow less difficult, than cutting back on carbs.
LOL. Thanks for a year of good reads, David. *hits tip jar*
*hits tip jar*
Bless you, madam. May you never emerge from the hairdresser, a radiant being, into a sudden, full-on downpour.
Regular subscriber here.
It’s been a bit of a vintage year in which to marvel at the fatuity of the Left- at this splendid establishment, specifically and also in the wider world where I have a sneakin’ suspicion (coupled with a faint bat squeak of hope) that the decade we’re about to leave may also mark the high-water point of wokeness. It really is no more than that, but the result of the general election this side of the pond was wonderful to behold, not least because since that night several Lefties of my acquaintance have gone very, very quiet.
The Blurting… was timely, not least because I celebrated a Significant Birthday and one of my guests was a lovely chap whom I’ve known for years, who came over from the USA to join in the fun. Slight problem: he’s literally a card-carrying Democrat and still in denial. One or two of my more sly-minded drinking mates soon had him sussed and marvelled at the fact that the mere mention of the word “Trump” would have our American friend “going off like a bottle of pop” as they say around these parts. I’ll be seeing him in the summer for their own Fourth of July celebrations, hopefully, so it seems that that there was no harm done.
A Happy New Year to one and all, and once again thanks to our host and the contributors- this is a place where you can have fun, get snarky at the pompous and learn stuff at the same time. Well done, everybody, and best wishes from the Oik for the forthcoming decade.
Regular subscriber here.
That’s why you get a stool with legs of equal length.
The Blurting
Yeah. I’ve turned down all the New Year’s Eve invitations this year because every one of them will be infested with multiple Trump Tourette’s sufferers and I just don’t have the patience for it any more.
Dr Charlotte Riley, currently employed by the University of Southampton, unveiled her latest feminist innovation, which she titled Patriarchy Chicken, and which entails deliberately and repeatedly colliding with random male commuters.
So her clever idea is repeatedly assaulting strangers who have never, to her knowledge, done anything wrong. Because other people with the same genital arrangement have done. Does she know why collective punishment is a war crime during international conflict, under the Geneva Conventions?
The Year Reheated
Alas, there are three days left to cram in the crazy, and the competition for the gold still in full swing.
A happy 2020 to all! 🥂
Fellow educator Adam Kotsko insisted that reservations about mass third-world immigration and rapid demographic change can only be explained by racism, and not, say, by the unhappy realisation that your neighbourhood has been enlivened with back-garden abattoirs and Congolese machete gangs.
Related…
https://twitter.com/NorfolkGTI/status/1210920326340710400
Related…
Heh. It’s a pretty good example of when someone says that a topic being raised is “very interesting,” but actually wants to get the hell away from it as hastily as possible.
It’s very now.
I’ve turned down all the New Year’s Eve invitations this year because every one of them will be infested with multiple Trump Tourette’s sufferers and I just don’t have the patience for it any more.
For this year’s festive gatherings, The Other Half wore a pair of rather striking “Trump 2020” socks, purchased from Amazon especially for the occasion.
They did not go unnoticed.
I’m getting quite a bit of traffic from the Australian Daily Telegraph, but it’s paywalled, so I can’t see the article in question. If anyone has a subscription, a screengrab would be appreciated.
Oh, and here’s a dog playing Jenga.
Via Damian.
I’m getting quite a bit of traffic from the Australian Daily Telegraph
That’d be from Tim Blair’s blog. I’m no subscriber either but the relevant post is currently third on his wall.
https://www.dailytelegraph.com.au/blogs/tim-blair
So, a machete-wielding man stabbed several Hasidic Jews at a synagogue.
But, apparently the attacker was caught and wasn’t your stereotypical skinhead, so Twitter has a whole bunch of people trying to make excuses and minimize what happened.
From Orwell & Goode we learn that wypipo have ruined yet another thing.
That’d be from Tim Blair’s blog.
That’s about all I can read without a subscription. As you can imagine, my vanity is tantalised.
[ Rummages in box for cape and jewels. ]
…Twitter has a whole bunch of people trying to make excuses and minimize what happened
Meanwhile in Brooklyn, the judges say “here, hold our gavels”.
Right, I’m heading out for lunch at Beloved Sister-In-Law #1’s.
Play nicely. Use coasters.
the attacker wasn’t your stereotypical skinhead
A photo of the Amish Terrorist™ can be seen here: https://nypost.com/2019/12/29/multiple-people-stabbed-in-attack-at-rockland-county-synagogue/
I enjoyed reading this, and very much agree.
But please, please, PLEASE find a way to increase the size of the font used, or at least, use black instead of (somewhat) grey text color. My old eyes are finding it difficult to read.
A darker font would be nice, although in the meantime you can tell your browser to adjust the font size.
They did not go unnoticed.
I wish I still had his chutzpah.
It’s just so tedious, when for no reason they suddenly begin expositing on American[1] politics in the middle of a board game about growing grapes in 19th century Tuscany.
[1] In a room entirely composed of Canadians
Congrats, David, your mention of the Philly Inquirer drew the attention of Frank Wilson, former Inky book reviewer, who added: “I remember when The Inquirer was a serious newspaper.”
https://booksinq.blogspot.com/2019/12/social-dadaism.html
All foretold in Kurt Schlichter’s fiction: People’s Republic
Fiction: that word
Instalanche!
But please, please, PLEASE find a way to increase the size of the font used
You can alter the size in your browser. In Chrome, if you click the three vertical dots, top right, a menu appears, one item of which, halfway down, is ‘zoom’.
Instalanche!
[ Hands out breath mints. ]
David:
You have now also scored a mention in Catallaxy Files, the Australian libertarian blog
http://catallaxyfiles.com/
International super-stardom (well, a couple of mentions in Australia) is now yours.
International super-stardom (well, a couple of mentions in Australia) is now yours.
I need more jewels. And a bigger cape.
An eellogofusciouhipoppokunurious summary of a seemingly increasing mental health problem among those who, it would seem, are generally financially quite well-off, and probably inner-city suburban dwellers!
Oh! Woe is us!
P.S. I hope I haven’t offended anyone …..
In all this celebration of 2019, let’s not overlook the year 1897.
It was the Year of the Cat. In a Pneumatic tube, that is.
thttps://www.theatlantic.com/technology/archive/2013/08/that-time-people-sent-a-cat-through-the-mail-using-pneumatic-tubes/278629/
Stupid, stupid world.
Ms Rashatwar’s own impressive girth and consequent health issues were of course blamed, not on her frequently announced love of doughnuts, consumed in bulk, but on “white supremacy.”
In other health news, it has recently been revealed that calories consumed whilst making a salad do not count. Don’t ask me how I know this, I just do.
“fragile masculinities”
Are we the ones who bleat about needing safe spaces?
a socialist-only dating platform… has not proved an enormous success, resulting instead in disgruntlement, mutual loathing, and demands for romantic quotas.
Thanks for the laughs, David. Your tip jar has been hit. Have a happy new year.
Thanks for the laughs, David.
Well, that’s the thing about leftism. You start gathering it in a pile and its defining features, and defining psychology, become harder to miss.
Your tip jar has been hit. Have a happy new year.
Bless you, sir. When giving teenage nieces a lift home from an out-of-town party, may your in-car playlist be met with both bewilderment and awe, resulting in Cool Uncle status.
In which we marvel at the mental contortions of our self-imagined betters.
Practically seems to be rather an ongoing hobby there . . .
I wish I still had his chutzpah.
I sort of alternate between, on the one hand, a reluctance to risk derailing otherwise amiable social events, which challenging The Blurting generally entails, thereby turning a meal or wedding party into a debate about politics; and on the other, finding the phenomenon so selfish and aggravating that some kind of response, some pushback, seems in order.
The latter can sometimes reveal just how many other people have been quietly tolerating the same preening and obnoxiousness.
In other health news, it has recently been revealed that calories consumed whilst making a salad do not count.
Also calories consumed while Making The Revolution.
In which we marvel at the mental contortions of our self-imagined betters.
E.g. https://twitter.com/GamesNosh/status/1211646415652323330
Happy new year*, everyone!
*According to certain provisions of ISO 8601.
I sort of alternate between, on the one hand, a reluctance to risk derailing otherwise amiable social events, which challenging The Blurting generally entails, thereby turning a meal or wedding party into a debate about politics; and on the other, finding the phenomenon so selfish and aggravating that some kind of response, some pushback, seems in order.
This is why everyone should get themselves an Evil Jesus.
Syd Mead, Visionary ‘Blade Runner’ Artist and Futurist, Dies at 86
On this New Year’s Eve, do spare a thought for those less fortunate.
Merry new year, sentient life forms!
(Did I do this right?)
A map to mull.
Via Holborn.
On this New Year’s Eve, do spare a thought for those less fortunate.
Well I tried to hit the gym this morning before work, as per my usual, only to find that this being Morning of New Year’s Eve Day, they were closed. Went to McDonald’s to use their restroom to take an Irish bath and change clothes, a homeless-looking man sees me getting out of an Acura going into the McD’s with my gym bag and says that that’s a nice car I have to sleep in. 2019 can’t go away fast enough.
And another.
sees me getting out of an Acura going into the McD’s with my gym bag and says that that’s a nice car I have to sleep in.
Still, could be worse.
Still, could be worse.
Who keeps urine around for 180 years? I’ve heard 30-40 years tops before it turns to vinegar.
Who keeps urine around for 180 years?
Would you care to peruse our list of vintage wines?
” Who keeps urine around for 180 years?”
Well….
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lant
“ Lant is aged urine. The term comes from Old English land, which referred to urine in general. Collected urine was put aside to ferment until used for its chemical content in many pre-industrial processes, such as cleaning and production of gunpowder.”
For those of you at various New Year’s parties here’s a polite response to any TDS sufferer who might be looking to spoil the evening with an anti-Trump remark.
(via Paco via Clarice at AT from Ace’s comments. So it has a good pedigree.)
Is that what you pickle the eggs in, David?
Would you care to peruse our list of vintage wines?
See, this is what is great about the classics. Thunderbird, Night Train, MD 20/20 (the perfect wine for the New Year), and even (a fave of the ladies) Boone’s Farm. They’re ready to be consumed the minute that you step outside the liquor store.
a polite response to any TDS sufferer who might be looking to spoil the evening with an anti-Trump remark.
A tad vigorous, perhaps, but he does have a point.
And who here among us can say they haven’t?
Via Damian.
Any vote is divisive if you refuse to accept its outcome.
Happy New Year all.
Who keeps urine around for 180 years?
According to the article, it’s a witch bottle.
The New Year
Pox on’t! the last was ill enough,
This cannot but make beter proof;
Or, at the worst, as we brush’d through
The last, why so we may this too;
And then the next in reason shou’d
Be superexcellently good . . .
[ Charles Cotton (1630-87) ]
When the perp of Jewhating violence doesn’t fit the narrative
When the perp of Jewhating violence doesn’t fit the narrative
Ah. But of course. “It’s ultimately about whiteness.” All sin is, apparently.
It goes without saying, Ms Prescod-Weinstein has been mentioned here before. A twitchy, neurotic creature with tedious rote pretentions, and whose inability to answer a pertinent question can be seen at the end of this embedded video, around 20:45.
Also, note The Blurting.
When not randomly disdaining Donald Trump, and badmouthing Whitey as the source of all earthly wickedness, Ms Prescod-Weinstein and her peers insist that we must have deaf and disabled astronauts. Because space exploration just isn’t difficult enough and dangerous enough as it is. And choosing astronauts with hearing problems, poor eyesight and motor-control issues will make things much more exciting.
“Thought leaders,” you see.
Oh, and Happy New Year, everyone.
First review from the Atlantic’s, “The 15 Best Books of 2019”
The Old Drift, Namwali Serpell
Staggering in its complexity, The Old Drift resists easy categorization. It is, in some measure, all of the following: historical epic, surrealist adventure, interpersonal (and interspecies) study, dystopian warning, anthropological commentary. It is also, most impressively, a story that grips the reader from its first pages. The debut novel from the Zambian author Namwali Serpell, The Old Drift follows three families across several generations, zigzagging through time as it tracks their lives (and how their outcomes differ across demographic lines). The novel’s characters ache and pine; they rail against an acute awareness of their own bodies. Serpell is a tremendously gifted writer who can retain narrative cohesion even as she weds stories of love and terror to casual observations about the state of the world. A favorite: “Progress is just the word we use to disguise power doing its thing.” — Hannah Giorgis
That should have them queueing up at the tills.
Spoiler – it turns out that the butler did it.
whose inability to answer a pertinent question can be seen at the end of this embedded video, around 20:45.
This is the clown timeline.
And for those who couldn’t get enough of Marc Bolan’s poetry, here’s another:
Wrote for Luck: Selected Lyrics, Shaun Ryder
That a slim volume of the selected lyrics of Shaun Ryder is almost an oxymoron only adds to the attraction of this lovely little book. Ryder was the shambling imagist at the front of Manchester’s Happy Mondays, a band whose demented underclass disco—like the Jonas Brothers crossed with the Butthole Surfers—was one of the soundtracks of ’90s Britain. He weaved his dodgy reveries; he mouthed his nonsense manifestos. “Got a schizophrenic acquaintance patient with no place to go / Stuck with his dick through my Afghani window.” These were the kind of lyrics that came out of him. “I just got back from a year in the sack / It must have been something I’m eating.” Brilliant, obviously. Wrote for Luck is a thrilling ruffian hybrid of prose and verse, cutting the lyrics themselves with chunks of rough-and-ready explication. “I took to dribbling, dribbling down my front” runs a line in “Performance.” “This,” Ryder clarifies, “is a drugs reference.” — J.P.
All the reviews are of a similar high standard.
It makes me realise how much of my life I’ve wasted, sticking to books that are well written and enjoyable.
This is the clown timeline.
As noted in the subsequent thread, these alleged “thought leaders” seem remarkably unengaged by the ostensible topic, utterly unrealistic, and ignorant of even rudimentary practicalities – the first questions one might ask. Instead, they waste everyone’s time with rambling, self-satisfied irrelevance. While any realistic question, any question of practicality and usefulness, is met with nervous squirming and long stretches of silence. As if to return to the topic at hand were some kind of social gaffe, a sign of being unsophisticated.
This is the standard now, at least in their circles.
OK it is from last year, but a late entry from the Clown Quarter;
Shot: 4 December; Police violence and the health of black infants
Chaser: 12 December, same journal, same author; Nevermind.
A reader discovered.
PalPeer review, what would we do without it ?As noted in the subsequent thread, these alleged “thought leaders” seem remarkably unengaged by the ostensible topic, utterly unrealistic, and ignorant of even rudimentary practicalities – the first questions one might ask. Instead, they waste everyone’s time with rambling, self-satisfied irrelevance. While any realistic question, any question of practicality and usefulness, is met with nervous squirming and long stretches of silence.
Most concerning is that it is through the eyes of such people, and the eyes of the acolytes of such people, that young people are taught to see the world. And the cycle continues.
“A map to mull.”
Oh. I expected this. And for the Dutch to be rather more hygienic.
(Happy actual New Year, folks.)
(Happy actual New Year, folks.)
For the new year, I’ve resolved not to find fault.
What?
“eradicate the voting age entirely,” thereby allowing socialists to exploit the unworldliness of children, whose conscientiousness and forethought are of course renowned
When I first read that I thought the link was going to be Lord Of The Flies.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lord_of_the_Flies
Perhaps it is the Left’s lack of real-world experience and hardship that give rise to its childlike simplification of human nature ie: Imagine
https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/johnlennon/imagine.html.
Somehow it seems appropriate that adults who live a naive existence, devoid of any of the consequences of their proclaimed ideology are ingenuous enough to express their affinity and approval of other humans that are as immature as they are ie children.
… a late entry from the Clown Quarter…
An assistant professor. From Harvard. You know, that institution whose mere name inspires awe and admiration.
Apparently his work ‘…builds on rigorous causal inference…’ Perhaps his next project might involve researching the meaning of the word ‘rigorous’. But I’ve a feeling it won’t.
And for the Dutch to be rather more hygienic.
An Army guy and an Air Force guy are in the latrine (powder room to the USAF) taking a leak, Army guy zips out and starts to walk out, AF guy says “In the AF they teach us to wash our hands after”, Army guy says, “In the Army, they teach us not to piss on our hands”.
Looking at the map, and ignoring the obvious liars, one cannot help wondering if the Dutch received a similar block of instruction as the Army guy.
I tried Patriarchy Chicken. It was tough, dry, way too salty.
Happy New Year to the Thompson household or the Half household, whichever is correct.🥂
Dr Inoue went on to explain that grading a student’s ability to convey their thoughts in writing – and to formulate thoughts by writing – is a manifestation of “white language supremacy,” and therefore to be abandoned in the name of “inclusive excellence.”
‘1984’ was not a how-to guide.
‘1984’ was not a how-to guide.
The inversion of reality is quite remarkable. One might say shameless. And so, “critical information literacy,” a term deployed with great satisfaction, actually entails not being critical, or indeed literate. Because brown-skinned students will somehow benefit from leaving university sounding uneducated and being unable to write in an adult manner.
It’s worth considering just how dysfunctional an environment must already be for such ideas to gain traction, and funding, and institutional support, instead of being laughed out of the room.
When the children make the rules.
https://vdare.com/posts/starting-in-2020-public-schools-across-california-will-no-longer-suspend-students-for-disobeying-teachers-because-too-many-students-of-color-non-whites-get-suspended
When the children make the rules.
What could possibly go wrong?
Today’s words are refuses to learn from experience.
to formulate thoughts by writing – is a manifestation of “white language supremacy,” and therefore to be abandoned in the name of “inclusive excellence.”
It’s a feature to make the little people incoherent so only philosopher-kings like wannabe Inoue-will be able “interpret” the real wants and needs of the people.
It’s a feature to make the little people incoherent so only philosopher-kings like wannabe Inoue-will be able “interpret” the real wants and needs of the people.
It’s a kind of narcissistic sabotage. As I said at the time,
Again, as so often, the dynamic is fundamentally parasitic.
And by the time the real-world consequences of this “social justice” posturing become difficult to avoid, Dr Inoue will have been paid – and be merrily exploiting the next batch of suckers.
It’s not just that he’s paid by the suckers (or their parents, or the unfortunate taxpayers who underwrite it all), but also the support he gets from the Legislature for setting up another group of entitled unemployables who can be leveraged for easy votes as a way of getting revenge on “The Man” for the crime of expecting an employee to be able to write in a professional manner.
I still struggle to decide whether the whole thing is a colossal conspiracy, or if it’s just a big symbiotic system of dysfunction. I guess it boils down to whether the actors realize that they’re participants in a giant scam, or if they’ve just found an environment conducive to their particular variety of incompetence.
Happy new year, all!
The Blurting
Not too much of such nonsense over the holidays, though I may have remarked over the dinner table along the lines of “You’re right, Paul — another four years with all this economic growth and low unemployment might be the death of us all!”
Turns out that scholarly uncles really, really don’t like it when the sneering condescension is turned back upon them. I fear I may not get a Christmas card from Paul and Linda next winter. Alas!
I guess it boils down to whether the actors realize that they’re participants in a giant scam, or if they’ve just found an environment conducive to their particular variety of incompetence.
Yes, I suppose it does.
Place your bets.
Please don’t give them any ideas …
“It’s difficult for academic standards to get any lower than this.”
Link fixed.
[ Resumes wiping bar, whistling nonchalantly. ]
“When the children make the rules.”
Book now for the Californian Teacher Recruitment Crisis. Which will probably be blamed on racist teachers not wanting black kids to learn, or something.
It’s always the lag that gets you; if the downsides of idiotic legislation aren’t immediate and unavoidable, it’s assumed they don’t exist. When it takes a decade or more for the higher-order effects to become apparent, as it usually does, the connection isn’t made and something else takes the blame.
Employment didn’t take an immediate nosedive the day the UK introduced a minimum wage, so clearly all those dumb free-market economists were worrying their little heads about nothing. Self-service supermarket checkouts and filling stations manned by a single employee? That’s just the normal march of technological change, obviously. And zero-hours contracts are the work of evil cigar-chomping capitalists who hate The Workers, therefore requiring even more government intervention. Market failure, innit?
I’ll just leave this here, I think.
Via Holborn.
And by the time the real-world consequences of this “social justice” posturing become difficult to avoid, Dr Inoue will have been paid – and be merrily exploiting the next batch of suckers.
And when pressed, they will assert that this was “not real social justice”, just as communists try to tell us that all their previous “experiments” were “not real communism”.
I may have remarked over the dinner table
My default response nowadays is “not your country, not your President, nothing he does affects you in any way. Please stop.”
Meanwhile, in the Great White North, the first rule of Antifa Violence Club is you don’t talk about Antifa Violence Club.
When the perp of Jewhating violence doesn’t fit the narrative
Regarding Ms Prescod-Weinstein and her blatherings, it seems there’s a lot of it about:
Apparently, only white devils have agency. Everyone else is at the mercy of white devils and their uncanny powers.
And yes, the author, Raphael Magarik, is an educator. A Professor of English at the University of Illinois at Chicago.
Via Ben Sixsmith.
Heh.
A Professor of English at the University of Illinois at Chicago
Funny how English departments seem to have been the first to be taken over by leftist morons. Probably because that is the field where, traditionally, there are “no wrong answers”.