Big, Squeaky Clown Shoes
Come, let us peek at progressive academia:
Lower those eyebrows, you cynical bigots.
Stop it at once.
See, multiple art degrees. And moon sessions. And – and – “intuitive energy work.” Why, she’s the fourth emergency service.
Ms Schenandoah, it turns out, is a Faithkeeper of the Wolf Clan, and skilled in ways of healing “negative energy,” with tuning forks and smudging – that’s burning tobacco and sage, obviously:
Apparently, it’s also a tool for enhancing self-awareness.
Though such bleeding-edge healthcare works best in conjunction with other indigenous technologies:
That way, you can purge any unhappy “presence” or “lingering energy.”
Armed with such arcane skills, Ms Schenandoah – whose job description is curiously vague – provides “a safe space where Indigenous students can cope with stress and trauma.” Yes, the trauma of attending one of the more expensive and statusful colleges in America, with its annual fees of $70,000, its 920 acres of rolling lawns, its 20 tennis courts, and a capacious ice-skating pavilion.
However, the university cautions that, while undoubtedly potent, sage-burning and tuning forks may not be the answer to every ill:
Update, via the comments:
A Campus & Community news bulletin – in which the word “Indigenous” is used many, many times – tells us that Ms Schenandoah will be helping students “bring forth their own potential” via “a wide range of healing modalities,” including the aforementioned tuning forks. Those touched by Ms Schenandoah’s uncanny powers will learn that the forest is “a relative, not a resource,” and that birds “sing in the morning because they’re happy.”
Quality stuff.
Previously at the intersection of wokeness and woo.
They get what they deserve.
Diane Schenandoah does not have any formal medical training to assist students, instead she has multiple art degrees,
Oh, we’ve one of those in the photography world. You can pay $2800 to attend a workshop with Sue Bryce who will teach you how to love yourself. I give Sue credit – she has built up quite a business teaching others – mostly women with a 50mm lens and a starter camera – how to photograph other women and appeal especially to older women with discretionary income. But completely unqualified for something like this and, as I have learned from people who actually know her, she’s neurotic as hell.
https://www.selfvalue.com/
If you are experiencing a life-threatening emergency or you are in immediate danger, call 911.
So the tuning forks don’t work on chip pan fires?
Well, you can imagine my surprise.
Ms Schenandoah, it turns out, is a Faithkeeper of the Wolf Clan …
Someone should check on that. Too easy to claim “indigenous” roots.
Heh. Apparently not.
Apparently, it’s also a tool for enhancing self-awareness.
Badum-tish!
I can only moon people once a month?
I’m just going to leave this here.
…Faithkeeper of the Wolf Clan…
Just like all these past life bozos who were always royalty and never Todd the Peasant, you never find one of this lot who was from the Duck or Chipmunk Clan, always wolf, bear, or other ferocious beast.
Regardless, it is also stated that she is a sculptor, which brings us to The Saltine Warrior.
When excavation for what was The Women’s College building was being done, they dug up the remains of of an Indian chief (how is that for intersectional irony) and the statue made. Saltine because the area around Lake Onondaga had salt marshes.
For years the Saltine Warrior was SU’s mascot so of course he got the axe (or tomahawk) along with Columbus Day in favor of a series of mascots that had bugger all to do with SU or the area until, because the school colors are blue and orange, they settled on a giant orange, because nothing says “Upstate New York” like oranges.
Oh well, at least SU made it to #8 of the Top Ten Party Schools, (down from #1 in 2019) so they got that going for them, which is nice.
Calls to mind a bit of doggerel mocking Christian Science medical dogma:
If you are experiencing a life-threatening emergency or you are in immediate danger, call 911.
If not…make an appointment, please email …or call…I am a bit surprised there is not an app for that.
I remember as kids we would go looking for Indian arrowheads and being so disappointed when all we would find were tuning forks.
Syracuse University needs to be cleansed of its bullshit.
Give her time. Back in the 90’s I read about a New Age fraudster who promised to delivery homeopathic remedies over the internet: No need to depend on the Post Office to deliver deliver vials containing zero molecules of the supposedly healing substance when ethernet packets of ones and zeros are just as effective.
The linked Inside Higher Ed piece tells us that Ms Schenandoah’s mystical presence “is designed to encourage the broader campus community to learn about Indigenous culture.” Though I’m guessing that any hint of eyebrow-raising will not be welcomed, and indeed will be chastised, possibly denounced as racist:
We’re also told that, as a group, “American Indian / Alaskan Native students” suffer high rates of depression and mental health problems, and will therefore have need of Ms Schenandoah’s paranormal talents. Though I suspect this may in part have something to do being ushered into an environment, ahead of others better qualified, and for which many will be unprepared and ill-suited. And then being treated as quasi-mystical beings, akin to leprechauns.
Tuning forks: obviously ancient indian technology. So much woo that we could stop using artificial fertilizer for crops.
‘Understanding the history of the land you occupy can help you identify where any negativity might be coming from.’
Could someone please pass this useful advice on to UKBLM?
Just not hard enough.
Heracles himself would decline that task.
Heracles himself would decline that task.
Samson, however, might find the university to be a plentiful source of asses jawbones:
Shenandoah?
And does a Cigar count? How ’bout the wild sage growing right over there? (points thru fence)
I should ring her up and chat on opening a casino.
Or, perhaps set up some smoke signals and smoke many pipes…
Balance your chakras with Shamans Market tuning forks.
No refunds, credit note only.
Iowahawk blogger Dave Burge comments on the “woke” bowdlerization of literature:
Frankly, I don’t think “woke” leftists are suitable for our civilization.
Burning sage is said to chase away evil spirits. The Phantom has been known to do that when taking possession of a new house or office, for the sake of having a fun little ceremony and line of demarcation for the property. It also chases out the odors left behind by previous inhabitants.
Two things about this. First, as far as I am aware, the sage thing is European witchery and has nothing to do with Native witchery. I could be wrong, but that’s how I heard it back in the 1970s when such things were de rigueur. ((Hippie girlfriends, miss-spent youth, the usual sad tale.)
Second, we don’t actually think there are evil spirits that we are chasing out with a whiff of smoke. Again, I could be wrong and we are in fact driving away all manner of boggarts and fiends, but really it’s a weak-sauce sort of evil spirit that can’t hold its nose for five minutes. A hearty dog fart could likely see them off.
hearty dog fart
band name
This brand of “spiritual” woo is perfect for people who are lazy and just want to feel good while stoned. It is religion without either rules or salvation.
LOL. “Based in science…”
…Shamans Market tuning forks.
Odd, Shamans Market claims they sell essential oils, but they don’t carry either Castrol, Mobil 1, or Red Line.
They also do elixirs and aphrodisiacs.
[ Peers over spectacles. ]
This.
First, as far as I am aware, the sage thing is European witchery
Sage is native to the Balkans and was brought to the New World by the colonials. Along with the horse and firewater.
Someone should check on that. Too easy to claim “indigenous” roots.
Canada has a thriving nascent Injun-debunking industry. Perhaps we can send you some consultants.
“but they don’t carry either Castrol, Mobil 1, or Red Line.”
Hoppes? No?
Sigh
I used to smudge the sage a bit in my early teens, then my mom caught me and I haven’t done it since.
…because the school colors are blue and orange, they settled on a giant orange, because nothing says “Upstate New York” like oranges.
You missed the step where they were called the Orangemen, which was real popular with Irish Catholics.
Sage: this is a general term often used for species of artemisia which is abundant across the entire US West (and into Canada I believe). It is very fragrant. Do not know which type produces the best woo or is used
Along with the horse and firewater.
And the wheel. And wheat. Used for that “traditional” native food, frybread.
Apparently, this stuff is “like travelling through the clouds.” Ideal for “eliminating unwanted spirits,” ridding a “person or space of negative energy,” and “releasing energetic attachments.”
Good shit, as I believe one is supposed to say.
I’ve always thought that if Indigenous peoples knowledge and technology was worth a damn they would’nt have got their asses kicked by whitey.
HeHe, I wonder how many here will get that reference.
Good shit, as I believe one is supposed to say.
LOL. Streetwise David.
I’ve often been mistaken for a Rastafarian.
Off topic: illusions and delusions about beauty, via CDR Salamander.
Yep, maybe. But it might be coming from within — at least, within anyone who takes this recreational therapy seriously.
I wonder how many here will get that reference.
Only the effete who are too good to use used motor oil and knotted shoe laces (or 550 cord for the upper crust).
But it might be coming from within — at least, within anyone who takes this recreational therapy seriously.
Trudat!
In my neck of the woods, the “indigenous” don’t seem to know the history of the lands they occupy.
Also, question: is an eastern native person committing cultural appropriation by enacting a practice (smudging) that largely was a part of western native peoples’ culture? Asking for a friend.
In my neck of the woods, the “indigenous” don’t seem to know the history of the lands they occupy.
That’ll happen without written language, or at least until the yte devils like LeClercq showed up or until Sequoia ginned one up for the Cherokees sometime in the 19th century (of course it leaned heavily on hwite devil orthography, but still).
OTOH, it will also happen with Howard Zinn or that 1619 nonsense, so maybe written language may not be that big an improvement.
Native technologies: in the 1500s, there was a rush by the Spanish to document and import to Europe the useful plants of the New World. Healing plants, veggies, potato, tobacco, chocolate, corn, tomato. They hired Indian artists to illustrate herbals. We appropriated that stuff 500 years ago. There is not much secret stuff left except woo.
Oh, and the “native” wisdom of druids is never given any credit. Unfair I tell you!!
If this is Dr. Who, something is terribly wrong.
The linked Inside Higher Ed piece tells us that Ms Schenandoah’s mystical presence “is designed to encourage the broader campus community to learn about Indigenous culture.” Though I’m guessing that any hint of eyebrow-raising will not be welcomed, and indeed will be chastised, possibly denounced as racist
I don’t think I could keep my eyebrows under control.
We appropriated that stuff 500 years ago.
Yes we did and we’re not ashamed of having done so. We don’t pretend that things just magically appeared in our landscapes and cultures–like the wheel, horses, wheat, advanced agriculture, steel, etc. while simultaneously complaining that colonization brought nothing but bad things to the natives.
I’ve spent some time reading first hand accounts of native lives in the 1700s and 1800s in colonial British North America. Life was hard, cold,brutal and short for the natives despite living their lives on their lands at the time. Indians came to rely on the Church and settlers for their survival especially during the winters. The “noble savage” wasn’t so noble. Infanticide and senicide were common practices while warfare with competing tribes was almost a constant.
Well, it’s right up there with palm-reading, ectoplasm, and polarity therapy. And yet I very much get the impression that onlookers are expected to find it charming, or terribly authentic, or to adopt a posture of hushed reverence.
Big ask, really.
I like her.
She’s an enormously clever and successful con artist,
It is immoral to let suckers keep their money.
Western Civ voters are suckers who deserve to lose a lot of money.
a posture of hushed reverence
also called genuflecting to our moral superiors
… the healer said. “We also thank water during our ceremony and send good thoughts and energy to the creator through tobacco burning.”
I thought tobacco burning was evil. And deadly. I guess it’s ok when They do it, They being anyone sufficiently brown and magical.
Kids smoke because it gives them a buzz.
Indians claim it’s because it’s deeply spiritual.
Guess who I think has a better grasp of reality?
Leftists aren’t suitable for any civilisation – they’re parasites.
It was the germs whitey was carrying that did the heavy lifting.
So that’s where that missing payment went to.
Sage: this is a general term often used for species of artemisia which is abundant across the entire US West
Ah, I see “sage” in this context refers to “white sage” or salvia albinia. Good catch, I stand corrected.
I thought tobacco burning was evil. And deadly. I guess it’s ok when They do it
Well, yes. Clearly. Tobacco is an important part of the ancient religions of the native tribes, holding a deeply significant and spiritual significance. Which is why you can buy full-sized Hefty bags of smokes at the local reserve for $50.
What?
Well, it’s right up there with palm-reading, ectoplasm, and polarity therapy
Speaking of which, this was released last October and is vastly superior to the execrable Ghostbusters: Afterlife in just about every way. Unfortunately with the film generating a resounding “meh” it’s unlikely the game will get much in the way of further support.
“like travelling through the clouds.”
A lost Jim Stafford lyric?
It was the germs whitey was carrying that did the heavy lifting.
So much for the wondrous mystical magical power of superior indigenous ways of knowing and healing, then.
So much for the wondrous mystical magical power of superior indigenous ways of knowing and healing, then.
I don’t know about that. First Nations population in Canada in the 16th Century was 200,000 in the 2016 census it was 1.67 million. So much for the genocide our Prime MInister claims was committed.
Well, in fairness to Justin whenever the Dauphin speaks, you can be sure of one (or more) of two things:
He doesn’t understand itHe doesn’t believe itGiven this, it’s hard to hold him to account for the gibberish that happens when his lips move. Of course, that’s exactly what he and his handlers are counting on
I guess it’s ok when They do it.
To be precise. Observe the tying of the sacred logical pretzel here:
https://tobaccowise.cancercareontario.ca/en/first-nations
(Thanks due to Colby Cosh of the Pest, who noticed this as far back as December 2006.)
The other thing I noticed, me bein’ me, was that the Cancer Care Ontario page carefully listed the extant First Nations, but didn’t namecheck the Wendat, Ongiara, and Tionontati (the last being sometimes denoted the “Tobacco” nation) as first inhabitants in Ontario. That might be because they’re not around, although some Wendat (or “Wyandot”) still live in the USA.
Interested readers are invited to do their own research on the disappearance. It Googles pretty smoothly. The Wenro and Erie met a similar end south of the lower lakes. No names, no pack drill.
(Apologies to all you furrin objects for the seventeenth-century Southern Ontario inside baseball, but Steve and Daniel may like it.)
hearty dog fart
Played by Richard Vernon in the TV series, I believe?
How long until it’s revealed that her name is really Stella Mankewitz from Shaker Heights, OH?
And via those healing modalities, students will learn that the forest is “a relative, not a resource,” and that birds “sing in the morning because they’re happy.”
I’ll stick with pyramid power, thank you very much.
Hey, don’t laugh. This is quality stuff.
but Steve and Daniel may like it
The county I used to live in was named after Joseph Brant, a native chief who is lauded as the founder of the region and a terror of the American rebels during the American War of Independence.
The people at the tourist bureau reeeeeally don’t like it when you ask them about the forty black slaves he brought with him to the area after the war.
For some reason, this came to mind:
And then, of course, there’s this:
Ms Schenandoah may be a minor grifter milking the pretentious, but the deference to such things isn’t always harmless.
Fun times.
A wide range of healing modalities,
Please plan your need to find your center (whatever the hell that means) accordingly.
Unpossible, I have been told all the alleged indigenous lived in perfect harmony among themselves and nature.
Wrong Syracuse.
Also invented peanut butter and the light bulb, I am told.
I guess asking someone with “several associate degrees” who works at a university to look something up is a bit much to ask what with the grueling two and a half day work week and all.
My kind of smudging.
The whole thing reeks of quality.
Given that the
red indiansNative Americans had a stone age culture whose “technology” mostly comprised sticks and the carcasses of dead animals – from what were they manufacturing their traditional indigenous tuning forks?…from what were they manufacturing their traditional indigenous tuning forks?
Like arrowheads, flint, but to be fair the lapping skill it takes to make one is astounding.
Every tribe had one person with perfect pitch called a “lapuwale”, which is a French word for “piano tuner”.
This new learning amazes me, Sir Muldoon.
If this is Dr. Who, something is terribly wrong.
In any civilised society, locals with baseball bats would emerge to educate the grebo on the wisdom of rifling through postboxes.
And yet liberals demand that not even the police use violence to subdue violent criminals.
And yet many of our betters seem to believe that excusing antisocial degeneracy, and expecting others to meekly put up with it, is somehow synonymous with civilisation. A yardstick of progress.
And so, for instance, we’re told that objecting to the regular sight of people being robbed, or to being robbed oneself, is merely “anti-poverty bias,” and that a dislike of having one’s home invaded by sociopathic predators “comes from a place of privilege,” and is therefore to be sneered at, or minimised as somehow trivial or invalid. Or unsophisticated.
In a saner world, the excuse-makers would be put out to sea on a raft, accompanied by the creatures whose behaviour they claim to find so understandable, and so easy to forgive.
This new learning amazes me…
One half of the clan comes from somewhere near Lake Lagoda, which is in Russia, and the “indigenous” of North America came from Siberia, also in Russia, so I have indigenous adjacent ways of knowing.
OTOH, on the Hibernian side, a little know fact is that “muldoon” is an Algonquin word for “potato eater”.
And yet many of our betters seem to believe that excusing antisocial degeneracy, and expecting others to meekly put up with it, is somehow synonymous with civilisation.
Related, “Sex education has been suspended in Isle of Man schools after a drag queen allegedly told 11-year-olds that there are 73 genders.”
TBF, an 11 year old hasn’t a drag queen’s lived experience or ways of knowing.
These same bloody jackasses will make you pay a higher price for objecting to the criminal scum than the criminal scum do. And they do it from their place of much higher privilege. Another thing they expect you not to notice.
As I tell my wife, the most frustrating thing is that the answers to ever so many of our current world’s problems are right there in front of our faces.
“from what were they manufacturing their traditional indigenous tuning forks?”
We used the same wood that supplied our dowsing rods. Which, BTW, are a fork. So there, wytepersen!
Facts are such pesky things.
In my early teenage years I started reading the works of Carlos Castenada.
I didn’t make it beyond book 2 (or maybe 3) since even at that tender age the attractions of spreading peyote extract on your bollocks then jumping off a cliff expecting to fly are transient.
Just for once wiki appear to nail it:-
“Castaneda’s books are classified as non-fiction by their publisher, although there is consensus among critics that they are largely, if not completely, fictional”.
Buy stock in Orville Redenbacher.
Advantage to the 11 year old.
Not long after the printing press came out, someone published the first book on manners. It suggested that having sex and pooping on the street were less than optimal. 500 years ago and we have come full circle.
Advice to anyone too drunk to make it to a bathroom: mess up your hair and shout random words–they can’t touch you if you are crazy.
Found this. Do scroll down.
Still laughing. 😀
And yet many of our betters seem to believe that excusing antisocial degeneracy, and expecting others to meekly put up with it, is somehow synonymous with civilisation.
Take 2: A Masters thesis of note.
As far as I can make out, the council chairman, Winston Vaughan, doesn’t appear to be being contrarian or malicious. He just stumbles verbally, as one might when faced with this pretentious nonsense. And yet, almost immediately, theatrical flouncing ensues, as if on hot standby: “Workplace bullying should never happen.” Says the narcissistic man using his little pronoun game to bully others – by making them say things that they don’t for a minute believe to be true.
…the attractions of spreading peyote extract…
Speaking of sketchy hallucinogens,
Whether it will be used for The Privacy Tour Trauma Unpacking (live stream tickets only $33.99) remains to be seen.
Back in the 60’s and 70’s, my New Age friends insisted that his Castaneda’s books were genuine and should be respected. When the fraud was exposed, they said it didn’t matter.
82 pages. Good Lord.
No need to read so far. All is reveled on page iii:
I wonder how many here will get that reference.
Not much use for gun oil this side of the water, but if you own an old car without a roof, here’s a tip from the Oik. Wipe a smear of Castrol R, or indeed any castor-based 2-stroke oil, on the exhaust manifold before setting off. As things begin to warm up your journey will be enhanced by a wonderful, life affirming odour.
And it’s better than burning sage, let me tell thee
All is revealed on page iii:
I thought the title pretty much gave it all away.
Well kinda. But we really mustn’t judge too quickly. Though in this case page iii was far enough. Meanwhile, Wisconsin relationships are weird.