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Stanley Kurtz on tantrums, vanity, and woke pseudo-history:
[Peter] Wood gives us a portrait of 1619’s creator, Nikole Hannah-Jones. A woman who styles herself “the Beyoncé of journalism” acts the part of a diva, and more. Treated by the New York Times, according to Wood, as “exempt from ordinary forms of accountability,” Hannah-Jones didn’t deign to reply to even the most respectful and serious scholarly criticism of her project. She booked herself instead into speaking venues where she was greeted as hero, prophet, or genius. And of course, Hannah-Jones was showered with accolades, including the Pulitzer Prize.
Rudely putting down critics, falsely denying that she’d said things she had demonstrably said, deleting tweets that showed her in a bad light, the behavior that eventually destroyed Hannah-Jones’s credibility was in evidence well before the final collapse. And it was all encouraged by the Times, which treated Hannah-Jones with kid gloves and ignored her critics until its hand was forced. Even when Times magazine editor Jake Silverstein finally answered a critical letter from twelve historians (not the first such letter), that letter’s text was never printed in the magazine.
And Christopher F Rufo on Seattle’s ‘progressive’ alternative to policing and prison:
Though these programmes are ideologically aligned with revolutionary goals, they have failed to serve as practical replacements for the “formal justice system.” In one high-profile case, prosecutors diverted a youth offender named Diego Carballo-Oliveros into a “peace circle” programme, in which non-profit leaders burned sage, passed around a talking feather, and led Carballo-Oliveros through “months of self-reflection.” According to one corrections official, prosecutors and activists paraded Carballo-Oliveros around the city as the “shining example” of their approach. However, two weeks after completing the peace circle programme, Carballo-Oliveros and two accomplices lured a 15-year-old boy into the woods, robbed him, and slashed open his abdomen, chest, and head with a retractable knife.
You see, predatory sociopaths with histories of violence and robbery will be “liberated” by “healing circles” and “narrative storytelling.” Because, we’re assured, these things, when combined with burning sage, will “increase empathy.”
As usual, feel free to add your own links and snippets, on any subject, in the comments.
I can assure you, love, that’s the ‘Royal We’ you’re using there…
http://twitter.com/TMannu6/status/1331169551661355008
[Peter] Wood gives us a portrait of 1619’s creator, Nikole Hannah-Jones. . . . . . . . .
. . . on Seattle’s ‘progressive’ alternative to policing and prison: . . . .
While lining up for twelve to fourteen hours . . . .
Three different scales of occurrences—out of many possible examples—, but definitely one shared mindset . . . .
It’s a great time to be a petty criminal, too:
https://www.local10.com/news/local/2020/11/23/beer-bandits-walk-out-with-cases-of-pricey-brew-from-multiple-broward-county-7-elevens/
Is stealing the beer “restorative justice?” Or would returning the empties be “restorative justice?” I’m really getting confused by the nomenclature.
When you reimagine police, abolish prisons, and defund courts you get roving mobs with clubs and torches rousting people from sleep at midnight, administering justice in the street.
BLM is already doing this in Seattle. More to come…
Is stealing the beer “restorative justice?”
Jesting aside, if you were to tell a given demographic that its members are all oppressed, regardless of any actual circumstance, and therefore entitled to things that others have worked for, and entitled to feel endless resentment, and if you did this daily, for decades, not least in schools, then it would hardly be surprising if such behaviour became much more common, and much more brazen.
https://twitter.com/Cynical_CJ/status/1330633846908465153/photo/1
If you want to look like a complete c*nt, eat sushi with a knife and fork.
Is stealing the beer “restorative justice?”
Not entirely unrelated.
Because if you own a small bakery and you don’t allow children of the elite to rob it, with violence, for recreation, then your livelihood will be ruined and your lives made a misery. In the name of “social justice.”
Wokism evidently means you can destroy your own child’s Life without any guilt. Tough to watch.
via Matt Walsh
Is stealing the beer “restorative justice”?
“Anyone with information about the beer thieves is urged to call Broward Crimestoppers at (954) 493-8477.”
Why? So the cowards of Broward will do what, exactly? Put you on a racist watch list? Two of those stores were located in areas we would pass through quite regularly in high school on our way to practice or when out cruising. Boy were we stupid trying to buy the stuff and risking getting carded when we could have just walked right out the door with it. Free and “no hassle, man” as a buddy used to say.
If you want to look like a complete c*nt, eat sushi with a knife and fork.
When we were in Japan I took my wife to a tiny little sushi place in the Tskiji fish market. She had never had sushi and this was a locals kind of pkace where men who worked the boats frequently ate. As she struggled with the chop sticks a kindly, amused older man told her in broken English to eat with hands and pointed around to the other rough looking characters eating that way. So curious…if chopsticks are out…actually you probably shouldn’t be eating sushi anyway, you colonist! Or anything else for that matter.
then it would hardly be surprising if such behaviour became much more common, and much more brazen.
That’s the disturbing part. “Fuck you we’re taking what we want” is only going to escalate if it’s met with approval from the left and a shrug from law enforcement. That seems to be the path we’re on.
is only going to escalate if it’s met with approval from the left and a shrug from law enforcement.
You’re thinking too much. Try to stay “in the moment”.
If you want to look like a complete c*nt, eat sushi with a knife and fork.
When people whine about whites eating whatever with whatever (it can be pretty much anything), my response is pretty much: Do you think the actual owner and operator wants me to buy this food or not ? Because if they want me to be the food, I’m pretty much going to eat it anyway I want to. Or more succinctly Fuck off
Dr Randomercam takes casual racial bigotry designed to enrage and demoralize and performs excellent judo indeed.
You’re thinking too much. Try to stay “in the moment”.
Between the petty “Fuck you I’m taking what I want” looting to the not-so-petty “Fuck you we’re stealing this election” voter fraud, I’m seeing the most ominous aspects of leftism on the ascent.
They’re not hiding anything. They’re flexing their muscles.
“It will feel good not to live in fear. It will be great not to have to read another essay that is slop. I will miss the students who cared, but I can’t wait to say good-bye to those students who did nothing all semester and then came crying about their grade a week before school ends.”
https://lettersfromflyovercountry.com/the-short-march-to-the-door-803/
They’re not hiding anything. They’re flexing their muscles.
Just wait until the reprisals get rolling. In many regards they have already started. So I’m technically “in the moment”. See Darleen’s link.
That school ‘passed the parcel’ to our organisation where he was required to work with young children and their families.
In NYC it’s not just for pedos and is called The Dance of the Lemons.
In NYC it’s not just for pedos and is called The Dance of the Lemons.
Thanks to leftist lawyers, leftist judges, and criminally amoral teachers unions.
prosecutors diverted a youth offender named Diego Carballo-Oliveros into a “peace circle” programme, in which non-profit leaders burned sage, passed around a talking feather
Should’ve used two talking feathers.
1619’s creator, Nikole Hannah-Jones. A woman who styles herself “the Beyoncé of journalism” acts the part of a diva, and more.
Ghetto scholarship. You can’t beat it.
“Nikole Hannah-Jones…styles herself “the Beyoncé of journalism”.
Have you seen her? “The Sideshow Bob of journalism” is more like it.
Speaking of hypocrites, https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-8983251/War-crimes-Australian-artist-calls-inquiry-Australias-character-display.html.
Pretty sure he would be pushed off a building in Kabul if he ever returned home. FWIW, I don’t think Western counties should have gone anywhere near Afghanistan – they should have been left alone to live peacefully amongst themselves…
He was given a brilliant reference by the very school where he had previously taught, though they knew he could not be trusted around little boys and had told him to leave quietly. That school ‘passed the parcel’ to our organisation where he was required to work with young children and their families.
You mean it’s not just the Catholic Church that does that? I’m shocked, shocked!
You mean it’s not just the Catholic Church that does that?
Although it’s near impossible to prove one way or the other, the preponderance of evidence is that schools, public and private, have a child sexual abuse problem much worse than the Catholic church.
the preponderance of evidence is that schools, public and private, have a child sexual abuse problem much worse than the Catholic church.
At my crappy state comprehensive, we had at least two. One of whom I’ve mentioned before.
At my crappy state comprehensive, we had at least two.
At my state alma mater, which I’d wager was several orders of magnitude more crappy than yours (at least you learned something) there were two apparently consensual teacher-pupil liaisons that I was aware of (one ending in marriage) and then a rather sordid affair ending with the strangulation of the girl (probably non-consensual) and the consequent life imprisonment of the teacher.
…Because if you own a small bakery and you don’t allow children of the elite to rob it, with violence, for recreation, then your livelihood will be ruined and your lives made a misery. In the name of “social justice.”
In the old days, members of the aristocracy would “neglect” to pay their bills. (Didn’t Terry Pratchett define a Lord as someone who doesn’t pay his tailor?)
Oscar Wilde once wrote: “The English country gentleman galloping after a fox — the unspeakable in full pursuit of the uneatable.”
Clearly our “woke” elites are even more unspeakable.
Although it’s near impossible to prove one way or the other, the preponderance of evidence is that schools, public and private, have a child sexual abuse problem much worse than the Catholic church.
Well, predators do go where there is prey.
Well, predators do go where there is prey.
See also, social work.
two apparently consensual teacher-pupil liaisons
At my high school, the ~30ish chemistry teacher began openly dating one of his students the second she graduated. The only question was whether he’d also been doing so prior to graduation. At this time the province of Ontario still had “Grade 13”, so she would have been 18 during her last year of high school.
apparently consensual
For fairly obvious reasons, I have trouble with the word “consensual” being followed by “teacher-pupil liaison”.
At my high school, the ~30ish chemistry teacher began openly dating one of his students the second she graduated
At my secondary school, in addition to the the two predators mentioned above, we also had an English teacher, mid thirties, who was dating a former pupil, a young woman who’d very recently left school and was, I think, a year older than us – at the time, in the sixth form. There was a class outing to a cottage in the countryside, a weekend stay, during which there was much gossip about why the young lady in question had been invited along, as she was no longer a pupil, and where she might be sleeping.
My impression at the time was that our English teacher, a devout Guardian reader, not only liked bedding pupils, or as close-to as he dared, but also enjoyed the thrill of his class knowing about it.
And once you mention these childhood events, you very often discover that other people have similar stories.
My impression at the time was that our English teacher, a devout Guardian reader, not only liked bedding pupils, or as close-to as he dared, but also enjoyed the thrill of his class knowing about it.
Just part of the regalia of a higher mind.
At my MOR Methodist Church growing up we had a guy, youth group leader, who everybody loved. All us kids, especially the boys, thought he was the neatest (not coolest, though) guy. He could tell the kinds of stories that elementary age boys enjoy hearing. Mostly stuff about the Founding Fathers, Ben Franklin, Daniel Boone, Civil War history, and he could even make Bible stories interesting to us boys. He would organize coin collecting clubs and chess clubs and hay rides and such. His wife worked mostly with the girls. Typing this out…kinda odd even for the early 1970’s, that the chess and coin clubs were only boys…but then again, maybe not. He also organized a week long “Adventure Camp” sleep-away camp at a popular nearby state park. I really liked the guy but the first time I started to feel uncomfortable was when we would be showering at night and he would come by with his Polaroid camera and take pictures of us in the shower. He kinda encouraged (don’t recall it being his idea, but probably was) a Mr. Clean thing where we were in competition to see who would take the most showers in a week. I decided at that point that I’d shoot for the opposite end of the spectrum. Having a man with a camera around me when I was naked was something I reaaaaaly didn’t care for. Anyway my parents, and especially my father, were very active in the church. One day they start asking me questions about Mr. Bowen. While by most counts I was probably too young to understand where their vague questions were going, I understood well enough to give vague answers. Turns out Mr. B was molesting several of the boys at the church. They fired him and I don’t know what happened beyond that but one day in college I’m walking past the TV and my roommates had the local news on. The name James Bowen jumps out at me. I stop to watch him being led into the courtroom and sure enough, it’s him. And his wife as well. I tried to follow the story over the next couple weeks and as I recall they were both convicted. So me thinks, thank God for that. End of story…until about 6 or 7 years later. Again strolling through my living room, TV on the news, what comes up but a story about a James Bowen busted AGAIN for child molestation in Daytona Beach area. This time at a school that he ran. Same MO. Kids loved him. Parents thought highly of him. No one wanted to believe it. Yet there it was. This time I took it upon myself to contact the Volusia County to make sure that they know the history of this guy. They told me they had recovered some kiddy porn at his house and asked if I could come in and possibly identify some of the boys in the photos whom I might know such that they could possibly gather more evidence. Horribly awkward…and creepy. I wasn’t in any of them, and I was quite sure I wouldn’t have been, but I did recognize some of the shower photos by location. Most of the boys that I could identify I wasn’t really sure of because I knew them more recently growing up and thus my memory of what they looked like was different. But I was kind of sure of a couple of them.
OK, so as coincidental and creepy as that is…Just a few years ago I found out that one of the boys that was molested in Volusia County was the son of a guy I used to work for in my Space Shuttle launching days. The reason I found that out was that story passed from ex-coworkers that the kid had killed himself. He had developed drug and alcohol problems which might have been intensified as he was one of the key witnesses in finally getting Mr. B convicted and put away. I tried to check on the molester in the prison system searches and near as I can tell he died in prison. One of the kids he molested at my church was later a good friend of mine in high school and college. His parents and my parents were very good friends. My friend got some of the best counseling middle/upper-middle class people could get at the time. He is a very successful software developer, working mostly free lance. Works half days quite often in the winter and goes skiing in the afternoon. Goes on skiing trips around the world. Never married and I never heard of him having a girl friend. A fairly good looking, rugged looking guy. Extremely athletic for a man in his late 50’s. We’re not real close, except for work/slight politics things on Facebook..and now MeWe. I get together with him once every couple years or so if we’re in the same town. But he is a bit…intense. I don’t think he knows that I know what happened to him.
OK, sorry for the long post but as we were relating these stories, I thought I’d share. Maybe NTSOG could use or add to that sort of info.
OK, sorry for the long post
Some stories need more words to tell, and some stories need to be told.
Sorry about not putting a blank line between the quote and my comment, David.
[slips quietly behind bar, opens notebook, and removes one digit from tally of offenses.]
In the old days, members of the aristocracy would “neglect” to pay their bills.
“Don’t you know who I AM??!!”
And the low-rent lords and ladies of today are called “influencers”.
At my high school, the ~30ish chemistry teacher began openly dating one of his students the second she graduated
At my high school (I attended 1968-72) the vast majority of girls had a huge crush on the late 20 something biology teacher — with a French name and a passing resemblance to a young Omar Sharif. AFAIK he never fished off the company deck BUT in the early 1970s married a girl who had graduated in 1970.
Then there was the married 20 something Drama teacher who evidently almost got caught getting a little too close to one of the more ambitious of the girls in class. She wasn’t at all above dropping a hint in front of the whole class when she was displeased with him.
Because I’ll have forgotten by Friday… Truth is spoken.
From the thread where Truth is spoken…
there is an almost 1:1 correlation between people who wear masks in their car and those who can’t figure out who goes next at a four-way stop sign.
In the old days, members of the aristocracy would “neglect” to pay their bills.

Old days, as in 1960:
Old days, as in 1960:
Heh. Indeed.
That quote was from Presidential campaigns: from George Washington to George W. Bush, by Paul F. Boller (Oxford University Press, 2004).
Thanks, pst314 – I was remiss in leaving out the source reference.
“Thanks, pst314 – I was remiss in leaving out the source reference.”
It’s often hard to do: You don’t remember where you read something, and when you search the internet none of the hits cite the source.
When did we stop being a serious civilization?
Ehn, one will see over more time—social and cultural developments extending from C-19 are going to be interesting—but there has been that particular steady progression of the last forty years, rather mainly fueled by Eternal September . . . .
The dark side of Black Friday
. . . that particular steady progression of the last forty years . . .
Not since the nineteen-sixties.
Not since the nineteen-seventies.
Since that social and cultural, utter and absolute fiasco of the nineteen-empties.