For newcomers and the nostalgic, some items from the archives:
Clown Quarter Contagion.
At Birmingham University, making white staff “feel uncomfortable” is a goal.
Professor Rowe admits that no evidence of “overt prejudice” against women and minorities has been found, but he nonetheless hopes to
inflict discomfort on those deemed sufficiently pale. As if, in itself, this would be some kind of triumph. “We are mindful that previous attempts at addressing such imbalances have not been successful,” says the professor. And so, rather than revisiting his own egalitarian assumptions regarding the distribution of interest, aptitude, and talent, he and his team will be searching for witches and racial ectoplasm.
It’s not unreasonable to suppose that the role of “reverse mentor” will attract people already sympathetic to the hokum being peddled – people intrigued by the personal leverage it affords, and who may feel an ideological obligation to unearth some damning but invisible sin, fairly or otherwise, if only to validate their own conceits. Which is to say, the so-called mentors – who’ve agreed to participate in a project that by definition assumes white guilt regardless of evidence or lack thereof – seem more likely to be racially bigoted than any random member of staff.
Not Boldly, Then.
On politically-corrected space exploration.
I suppose the above is what happens when otherwise clever people are encouraged to cultivate worldviews that depart from reality, often quite dramatically, but which nonetheless convey in-group status, which they choose to value more. The implication that referring to, say, a populated outpost on the Moon as a colony or a settlement will somehow be “harmful,” resulting in distress, or the raping and pillaging of all that indigenous lunar dust, is somewhat comical and contrived; but evidently that doesn’t matter. What matters is letting your peers know just how woke, and therefore statusful, you are, at least compared to the heathen rabble.
Your Failure To Enthuse Is Violence, Apparently.
Roy G Guzmán is oppressed by the “violence” of people not liking his poetry.
Mr Guzmán, whose tweet appears below, describes himself as “a marginalised writer,” and an “artist and influencer,” thereby signalling to lower beings both his suffering and his modesty.
Also, open thread. Share ye links and bicker.
BOOM
I don’t know about BOOM, but it does seem an obvious possibility, the kind of thing one might consider. I mean, given the overtly question-begging nature of the scheme – all taxpayer funded – in which the racism of white, male employees is simply assumed, and assumed to be having terrible and malevolent effects, despite, by their own admission, no evidence of either.
But clearly, some thoughts, however obvious, aren’t supposed to occur to one. Certainly not at a university, where all the clever people are.
“According to our arbitrary, question-begging standards, we’ve decided that there aren’t enough brown women on this engineering course. Therefore, every white male employee of any standing must be publicly humiliated and bombarded with the rays of our Totally Scientific Racism Detector.”
I paraphrase, but not wildly.
I may have commented at the time that Mr Guzman has omitted Vogon from his list of intersectional W’s.
https://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2023/05/16/blade-silvano-accused-duping-girlfriend-have-sex-man/
Judging by the photo the question should clearly be why rather than what.
Oddly, given… well, everything else, what caught my eye was this:
As one does.
I laughed and hit your tip jar.
Bless you, sir. May you know the simple pleasure of new pillows.
As you might imagine, I had to check the spelling of poontang.
I read that as “failure to euthanize” and thought, oh Canada WTF now? Given what is generally accepted for reasoning and given the one-up game being played by the scumbags and being accepted by the general public, I can see that argument on the horizon.
The Durham report or wtf it’s called had me curious so I looked to see what was going on on the NeverNeverNeverEver Trumper site of Patterico. There I see a comment by one of the people that I used to argue with there. Seems he’s seen the light in how the Durham thing indicates the general collapse of our legal system and it is now finally affecting things having to do with his personal life. He was basically saying things that he argued against me about, i dunno…it was back in 2016, 2015 or so? Heh. Clown World has been clowning for quite some time and it ain’t gonna get better.
No need to shout: The merits are inarguable.
What does Patterico have to say about that? What is the general tenor of opinion in the comment threads? I haven’t visited that blog in about 10 years.
How do they know how many brown women should be interested in an engineering course?
Well, quite. It’s not unlike saying that there ought to be more people with ginger hair doing history. There are so many faulty premises, it’s hard to know where to start.
From long ago, but not entirely unrelated.
Today is IDAHOBIT Day. The big question is what isn’t an Alphabet Mafia Day these days?
Related, the detail in last panel is spot on.
Coming soon.
LOL. Would watch.
Calm yourself, madam.
[ Fetches spray bottle. ]
How Therapists Became Social Justice Warriors.
Patients who seek help become targets of abuse by “woke” therapists.
Every institution has been corrupted.
My uncle ran a small manufacturing facility (his own business) in Atlanta. He hired local people with perhaps less than a high school degree and black (and white too) and women. Some of these people were barely employable but he kept them on for their entire life. I am sure that the commies would say he exploited them, but it is curious they stayed that long if he was some sort of monster.
It is the easiest of all methods of gaining a following and power to gin up an enemy. People will unite against danger. It is also a dangerous game that leads to wars and genocide.
It should be more widely known that in Rhodesia (now another name) after they took all the land away from white farmers the economy tanked and people there now wish the white farmers could come back. It was not the land that was wealth, it was the farmers.
Funny how no one ever laments that there are not more brown women doing furnace tuneups or putting on roofs.
How Therapists Became Social Justice Warriors.
JFC. I mean literally Jesus Fucking Christ. The mental “health” profession has been nuts since at least the 1970’s, probably even before that. It could have been addressed by conservatives but “conservatives” didn’t want to dirty their clean pretty fingers. It just wasn’t the hill to die on. Nothing really is. Better to get slaughtered down in the meadow. Or over by the nice ditch they just dug for themselves. Idiots.
As for pst asking about Patterico, he and his ilk have of course adopted the media apologist excuses/mentality of picking every little nit and even inventing some when necessary. Durham’s tepid milquetoast approach to what should be done helps them there. BTW, based on limited personal professional experience, again, fuck the FBI.
I was amused to see that happy feet still lives rent free in Patterico’s head.
And the few Trump friendly people are of course required to put anything they say there couched in Trump derisive language or they won’t be taken seriously. Idiots abound.
One other thing…I see she’s in the news again for NOT being in prison. HTF that Thoranos bitch is still walking around and why anyone who supported or endorsed her isn’t flat broke and mowing my fucking lawn right now is…disturbing.
But they’re not banned? I vaguely recall Patterico banning commenters who challenged his claims, but it’s possible that was someone else.
Not enough to shut him up.
Still can’t quite believe I bothered to copy his poem’s gratuitously unobvious formatting. That’s time I won’t get back.
If ineffable.
oh I got banned there three or four times. Not generally my nature to go back. I generally leave when I see others get banned. Sometimes even people I don’t necessarily like. But his place was so silly…and easy. But as I said, I don’t think these people are genuinely keeping Trump at arm’s length, I think they like him more but they gotta pretend.
Well, Geo. Schultz is dead if that’s any consolation but that she keeps getting additional passes at the brass ring is troubling.
James T. Kirk: Effing the ineffable since Stardate. . .
Yes. Not of his own accord however…fortunately (?). Yet it was his grandson that helped break the story.
And was practically disowned for doing so. Holmes hasn’t gotten near the kicking around she deserves.
The progressive retail experience:
What’s a few billion to knowing you’re among the morally elect?
Biochemist Ian Gibbons took his own life because of the web of lies he felt trapped into. While reading the story and not knowing the details ahead of time, I thought for sure he was the one who was going to speak up and put an end to the BS. I wonder how many others were in a position to see the full reality of the BS but were afraid to say anything. Some were mentioned in the book but I’m sure there were a few more.
Comment of the Year Thus Far
A strong contender over at Tim Worstall’s gaff.
For them as can’t be bothered clicking:
The Age of the Noodly Armed LinkedIn Man is going to be brief, before he is overpowered and eaten on TikTok by militant Norfolk Separatists. But until that fated day, he dreams of turning the whole island into Greatest London.
Picture it: a vast, vibrantly smelling, 15 minute eco-slum from John O’Groats to Grenfell. With a Halal Chicken shop on every corner, and a guaranteed gender clinic place for every child-identified person.
Surely only a radical right wing extremist could object to that.
Another comment at Tim Worstall’s blog:
Trying not to what?
Off to re-education with you. Don’t struggle with the henchlesbians.
[ Stares in haughty defiance. ]
I think one of them winked at me.
Hamster urine and a squirt gun provide endless hours of amusement.
Uh oh.
A hits to shots fired ratio so low as to be considered disappointing by a current day drive by crew.
but still more historically accurate than the cleopatra monstrosity.
True. But drive-by crews don’t have people shooting back. Generally. My limited experience discussing fire fights with people who were in some and those who would know more than myself, when return fire can be expected especially in an open-ish arena where both parties just had an uh-oh moment, everyone is literally scared so shitless that their muscle movement relative to their perceptions of what they are telling their muscles to do goes significantly haywire. This adrenaline rush helps in the 100,000 whatever years of hitting your enemy with a stone or axe or spear that you may even be holding onto at the time of impact. That adrenaline is useless when all you need to do is point the weapon and apply a couple pounds of pressure to a trigger. Especially when your legs are simultaneously trying to run for cover.
WTP is completely right on this one. Data from real-life firefights with handguns show that almost every shot misses, even at comically short ranges. The odds go up some with rifles or shotguns because they’re more stable and easier to point at something accurately.
Thank you. But you don’t have to sound so damn surprised. I’ll confuse you with my wife. Not saying I’m never wrong but today’s not Thursday, is it? I didn’t think so. Either way, if you ever think I’m wrong about something, if I make you laugh or if I appear to lack self-awareness, just wait five, ten, fifteen years. You’ll see. Of course by then you’ll deny I ever said such a thing and if I did you thought of it first. And we’re back to the wife thing again.
I have a similar problem with the music I play in my car/truck. People whining “Why do you like country?”, “Why do you like Mariachi?”‘ “Why do like Italian Opera?”, “I don’t like rap”, “I don’t like European techno” (though TBH even I don’t like European Techno but I listen to it to prove to myself that I’m not a bigot. It’s like eating Kim-Chi. The Korean sauerkraut not…oh, never mind). If you don’t like my taste in music, if you find it annoying, just wait five minutes and it will annoy someone else.
It’s David’s fault. He got me watching those damn revolution lectures on Flippr.
Still, you don’t see too many gangbangers firing single-action wheel guns In a drive-by these days. Handgun aesthetics were declared dead in the big city around the time of Straight Outta Compton.
WTP, the local complaints are over Red Dirt country, soukouss, and old-school Northern soul. Like you say, wait five minutes…
Discrimination.
Cat fight.
Wait, so it turns out that awful, narcissistic people make awful, narcissistic partners? I may need to sit down.