Just Like Us, You Say
Further to previous rumblings on the subject of crime, another small but noteworthy point:
Why, it’s almost as if antisocial tendencies were not neatly confined to only one form of expression.
This reply to the above is not, I think, entirely trivial:
Part of the reason that they were so desperate to cancel Live PD is that it showed 6 hours of this every weekend.
— someonesalt (@pervertputt) January 15, 2024
Indeed. As noted in one of our earlier discussions:
When finally apprehended, the thieves, themselves unharmed, were entirely unconcerned by the horror and destruction left in their wake, or the fact that it was all but miraculous that no-one had been killed. Instead, they were loudly indignant, as if they were the victims of the drama, heatedly objecting to the discomfort of handcuffs, and demanding to know why their phones had been confiscated. While, within earshot, injured children were being rushed to hospital.
Scenes like the above, of which there were many, may explain why progressives disliked the series, dismissing it as “copaganda.” I suspect the actual objection is not so much, as claimed, that the series portrayed the police in a sanitised or flattering light, as the officers were rarely the focus of the viewer’s attention.
The stars of each episode, if that’s the right word, were usually the lawbreakers. They, not the police, held the attention. They were generally the ones driving events, whether those events were alarming or farcical. And so, the series offered a glimpse into the mindset of the criminals – the recurring patterns of malevolence and selfishness – in their own words and by watching their own actions.
And obviously, we can’t have that. It makes pretentious sympathy much more difficult to muster.
Regarding those progressive assumptions and their routine departures from reality, I’d somehow forgotten about this chap:
I’d also forgotten about some of the professor’s peers and cheerleaders – among them, fellow educator Leigh Kimberg, who’s all about “compassion, healing, justice and equity,” and announcing her pronouns to random passers-by. She’s also somewhat miffed by expectations of rigour:
There’s more to be had via the links above, and in the subsequent threads.
Try not to steal anyone’s car while you’re reading.
Update, via the comments:
Regarding the conceit that habitual violent criminals are “just like everybody else,” Karl suggests,
Well, bafflingly lenient sentencing is hardly unheard of, and the irrecoverable pathology of persistent offenders can be difficult to grasp unless one has, regrettably, experienced it first-hand.
As noted here before, those who’ve witnessed or experienced serious, aggressive criminality may have been wrong-footed and inhibited by their own disbelief – their own struggle to process the alien behaviour that they’re seeing. Sociopathic activity and feral predation can – to the civilised – seem bewildering and surreal:
It’s also worth noting that the field of academic criminology, in which unrealism and excuses are pretty much the default, is notoriously left-tilted, here and overseas, with liberals and radical leftists outnumbering conservative colleagues by a ratio of around 30:1.
And it occurs to me that people in high-status professions, including legal professions, are more likely to have internalised high-status opinions, mouthed as a kind of social jewellery. And which, at the moment, include opinions such as these. According to which, the creatures treating us as mere prey – suckers from whom things can be taken – are the ones most deserving of our sympathy and indulgence.
Pretentious sympathy, of course. But still.
And so we have competitively activist legal professionals, such as Mr Clive Stafford Smith, mentioned here – a man who believes that the wellbeing of burglars is more important than the wellbeing of their numerous victims, especially if the burglar is a “young black person.” And who regards anger at being burgled and the subsequent sense of violation as plebeian and unsophisticated, while disdaining the victims’ expectations of justice as, and I quote, “idiotic attitudes.”
However, contra Mr Stafford Smith and his peers, the fact that I manage to walk down the street without sucker-punching random people for being the wrong race – or stealing a car and deliberately running down elderly cyclists, killing them, while laughing – is not down to my no longer living in a rough part of town.
To claim that the kinds of creatures who do these things repeatedly, often gleefully, are just like the rest of us – only more oppressed – is farcical and perverse. And a tad insulting.
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Pretty similar – scream obscenities at regular lorries.
“two lesbians trying to charge a car battery”
To be fair, I think lesbians are somewhat less likely to be this clueless than heterosexual women, but only somewhat, and the problem is greatest among urban women–small town and rural folk of all sexes and orientations are more self-reliant.
But a number of the feminists I’ve known were rather like this, and it was amusing in later years to notice how much they depended on men who Knew Stuff.
Query: Who was it who said “progressive ideas are parasitic upon a working, traditional civilization”?
Can’t say I disagree.
Here’s something that I have been pondering a bit since Nikky Haley went all “You want something done, ask a woman”…Imagine your favorite, most successful, most well balanced woman. For me this is pretty much Maggie Thatcher but of course YMMV. Imagine if instead of going through life with all the deferences we make to the fairer sex, instead she was held to the expectations for basic mechanical knowledge or athletic acumen or breadth of scientific knowledge, the sort of Renaissance Man expectations. Men need to spend considerable time on a much broader range of topics, abilities, ideas that take time away from the more bookish, written word stuff that women tend to excel at. On top of that, men are also expected to maintain a sense of humor regardless of what is sent their way. Would a successful woman be able to do all those other things outside her specialty that men are expected to do/know outside of their specialties and still be as successful? I mean, is Renaissance Woman even a thing? Heh. I just googled ‘renaissance woman’ and it returned ‘Renaissance Man’.
Net zero.
I’m not convinced of that: Men and women have different preferences and interests, which leads to different choices of careers and hobbies. Thus men and women end up with different strengths. It is also the case that there are plenty of men whose careers and interests end up being rather bookish–and thus there are men who don’t know how to repair cars.
Betcha this suspect is “known to the police” with a long history of violence. But he’s not in prison because “equity” demands that he be on the street getting “help” to overcome his “disability”.
Pretty similar – scream obscenities at regular lorries.
So life’s not really that much different over there. We call them trucks, but they’re as annoying as f*ck.
In the winter, you spend an hour digging out your driveway only to have the snowplow create a 3 foot high wall of ice and snow where your driveway meets the road. Meanwhile, the sidewalk plow, driven by someone who has had a few, can’t seem to keep his vehicle on the sidewalk, digging up about $500 worth of turf you had just had installed during the early summer.
Good times!
Renaissance Man: women complain about unrealistic expectations but men are expected to know lots of things. Garage door won’t open? Ask your husband. Plumbing leak? Ask your husband (AYH). Managing your IRA? AYH. Tire pressure is low? AYH And it is simply expected that the husband knows these things by default. No one expects women to know about plumbing–maybe they do but no one just expects it.
No one expects women to know about plumbing–maybe they do but no one just expects it.
It’s worse than that. No one expects women to know how cook or sew or clean. I’m in my early sixties and I’d say, in our group of friends, it runs about 3 to 1 where the man does the cooking and the grocery shopping. As for sewing, I picked up a couple of pairs of pants that were being hemmed for my son. It cost over $30. Meanwhile, Molly Maid charges $200 to clean an average size home. So it’s not like there’s not great value in these “old” “sexist” skills.
Good grief.
That’s what children are for. 😀
But seriously, it’s better for middle aged Dad to not shovel snow.
One wonders if this is a case of game recognizing game. Maybe these gentle-minded leftists are living vicariously through others’ violence. Maybe if they were better endowed with the physical prowess or unmitigated gall, they would do the same themselves.
Maybe they’re secretly glad that other people are being battered and burgled, and their assurances that there’s nothing really bad going on are born not of naiveté but secret malice and sociopathic gaslighting.
At some point you can’t assume stupidity; you have to assume malice. Those who ensured that like-minded DAs would set psychopaths loose on the population are not misguided. They’re sadists.
Prison psychopaths play idealistic social workers and shrinks like violins. They know exactly how to affect remorse, how to sound reformed, how to flatter the shrink into thinking that the shrink helped them See the Light.
I wish there were a way to reliably diagnose sociopathy, because then we could either summarily put them down like rabid dogs or exile them to a remote island in Canada’s north.
Last-viewed show: My Cat from Hell, so the dude with the tats and a whole slew of well-behaved housecats. To my rescue.
raises hand
I know how to use those things. Done it a few times, too. I’m just an old spinster over here, not even lesbian or anything. Which, I would expect at least one of a pair to be butch enough to know how to use them.
Also, did this get posted here or did I see it elsewhere? It’s words you’re likely to know, by sex.
Could it be retirement? After the kids are grown and gone and both husband and wife are home together, I’ve seen lots of men gravitate to cooking just because it interests them and they now have time to indulge. Hubs and I are both retired and share cooking … sometimes he’s chef and I’m sous, other times vice versa.
And in reference to weather … we moved out of So. California last April and are in SW Washington state. Got our first real snow over this last week, Monday/Tuesday mornings were in the mid-teens Fahrenheit. And the 7 m/o GSD is crazy in love with the snow.
Nice to see that the predators don’t have it all their way, when police are allowed to police properly.
[ Post updated again, at some length. ]
It’s like something out of a zombie horror film.
Yes.
Sidewalk plow?
Mind. Boggled.
Over here the pavement [sic] is where the plough [sic] puts the excess snow.
And where the dogshit goes in summer.
If that’s not the title of your first book of poetry, I’ll be terribly disappointed.
Now processing the notion of dogshit migration. Presumably, it would roll across the grass, like tumbleweed.
It’s possible I need more coffee.
You could probably ease back on the Adderall.
However, now I think about it – perhaps an anthology of poems, subtly edited “for a modern audience“?
Or
Waddaya think?
It’s staggering in its beauty.
I suspect we’ve veered off-course somewhat.
Karl: you should apply for a grant.
Remember to say you want to work on your poetry without being distracted by working for The Man.
And make abundant use of the words ‘authentic’, ‘urban’, and above all ‘gritty’.
Here’s the thing…why is cooking considered to be such a female-ish thing? I may have said this before but when I was working many years ago I would take leftovers for lunch. My (female) cube-neighbor would be impressed by my lunch and say how my wife must be a very good cook. A couple of times I had to point out that I had made whatever it was. The thing about this is that if you walk into the best restaurants in the world, or in your city or town, or even the most mediocre restaurants, the chief cook is more likely to be a man. Yet this cooking-is-female-superior thing persists. I’m trying to think of something that goes the other way. Something that is considered to belong in the male domain yet professionally one might find that milieu dominated (or even half occupied) by women.
Dentistry. Apparently.
Knoxville got its biggest snow since 1993 on Monday, some 8 to 10 inches. Best picture from the storm I have seen occurred early in it, when this legend stole a motorized shopping cart from the grocery store to get to where he wanted to go.
Knoxville’s nickname is Scruffy City and this citizen is doing his best to keep it scruffy!
BTW, most of us are housebound now. The snow stopped but now our temps have dropped precipitously. It was 1 degree (-17C) when I took the Weim Crime Syndicate out for their first walk of the day. We are under a wind chill advisory where -10 (-23C) to -15 (-26C) might be felt. And yet in a week’s time, we will be back at 50 (10C). Thankfully, I have power and an untapped bottle of Rebel bourbon.
Like bread and eggs, it’s a staple in the Richer household.
And the 7 m/o GSD is crazy in love with the snow.
Snow dogs, you say?
https://vimeo.com/903309018
(Bronx is the darker Weimaraner, Zeke is the lighter one)
Theodore Dalrymple is a notable and rare exception.
You are, without a doubt, correct:
I know from personal experience that at least some of these “progressives” are indeed motivated by resentment and malice.
I have also known some that were too stupid to understand that their utopian fantasies were incompatible with reality.
And in many cases “too stupid to understand” must be replaced by “unwilling to understand”–because being smarter and more virtuous than everyone else is vital to their sense of self worth.
Some were clearly angry that others were more successful than them–smarter, wiser, more technical skills, more social skills. Thus, they embraced a political ideology that justified tearing down those that they envied.
Others (often themselves successful) seemed to be angry that their society was not a Big Rock Candy Mountain utopia, and so wished to destroy that society. Did they feel guilt at their own success and turn their guilt away from themselves into hatred of all around them? Very possibly. And it was amazing how successfully they concealed from themselves the far greater flaws in other cultures which they wished to allow to destroy our culture.
It is often true that the nastiest enemies of our culture live in safe communities far away from danger. But this is not always true; I have known leftists who lived in slum neighborhoods who pretended that their criminal neighbors were virtuous citizens.
And all those pious souls who churn out ready-made excuses for opportunist creatures who are notorious for saying whatever will serve their interests at any given point in time. And so, we get looters and shoplifters instantly denouncing as racist anyone who dares to thwart them, or mimicking “I can’t breathe,” as if the act of being handcuffed were akin to suffocation.
Which brings to mind some of the excuses heard during old episodes of Cops – for instance, “These aren’t my pants,” said by several gentlemen whose trouser pockets contained pipes, wraps and other paraphernalia.
Topped only by a similarly equipped woman who, having evidently had some practice, insisted, “This isn’t my bra.”
Reminding us that stereotypes based on reality are nonetheless merely generalizations and not universals.
James Damore got fired from Google for pointing out that there are statistical differences between men and women while emphasizing that this said nothing about any individuals.
Queen Elizabeth II drove and maintained British Army trucks during WWII.
Nature sits in stern mastery over these rocks and crags. The rush of the mountain stream, the bleat of the sheep, and the broad, clear Highland skies, reflected in tarn and loch … form the breathtaking backdrop against which Ewan McTeagle writes such poems as ‘Lend us a quid till the end of the week’.
All I ask is that we don’t careen into a pile of snow and dogshit.
Queen Elizabeth II drove and maintained British Army trucks during WWII.
Correct, and the operative word was “sometimes” like this idiot.
I have questions…
You almost have to admire the boldness. At the time, it prompted me to wonder whether ladies do in fact routinely share their bras, or have neighbourhood bra libraries, where you can check one out for a few weeks then return it. And whether a lady could actually put on someone else’s bra without detecting the dozen wraps of crystal meth and assorted items of glassware stashed therein.
Hey, I’m just thinking it through.
[ Turns towards ladies, peers over spectacles. ]
QEII in WWII, today, ladies, you might get drafted. “Oh no you d’int”
And so we veer further off-course into realms of paraphilia.
…and eventually arrive at an inevitable Monty Python reference.
Because everything eventually terminates in a Monty Python reference.
Have you been troubled by chemistry injustice? Then hie yourself over to Rice “University” and sign up for Afrochemistry.
Caveat emptor –
OTOH, if you are looking for an easy A to pad your GPA, Bob is your father’s brother.