Reheated (122)
On a theme of leftist librarians, some items from the archives:
Can You Not Feel The Progress?
Middle-school librarians want 11-year-olds to know that whoring is empowering.
Ivy League librarians demand things, struggle with logic, causality.
But really, it’s the same doctrinaire horseshit we’ve seen a hundred times. And according to which, the world will be enormously improved by the “abolition of policing in all its forms.” If that isn’t sufficiently unambiguous, our Ivy League librarians insist that their “ultimate goal” is, and I quote, “the complete abolition of law enforcement… everywhere.” Because “a world without policing” will somehow, rather conveniently, be a world without crime.
And because helping people find the books that they’d like to borrow is just too boring and insufficiently high-status for minds such as these.
Don’t Oppress My People With Your Public Libraries.
I bring you the mental exertions of Ms Sofia Leung.
Readers may also wish to ponder the implications of a librarian and self-styled educator, schooled at the University of Washington and Barnard College, New York, and who is offended – something close to enraged – by the existence of “white ideas” and the “so-called ‘knowledge’” of “white dudes.”
Having dismissed as tiresome the entire breadth and history of “white men ideas” – from Ptolemy to Babbage, Tesla to Solzhenitsyn, Turing to Shakespeare – these “white dudes” and their “so-called ‘knowledge’” – Ms Leung then makes clear the kinds of feedback she is willing to entertain: “I still have some thinking to do around this topic, but curious to hear what others think. I’m less interested in hearing that you don’t buy it, so don’t bother with those types of comments.”
That Ms Leung’s overt racial animus and eye-widening ignorance haven’t been mocked out of her or resulted in any kind of censure or career impediment – indeed, quite the opposite – suggests that she’s not entirely without the “privilege” she denounces in others, based solely on their melanin levels.
I’m now trying to imagine a white librarian, employed by MIT, mouthing comparable noises about the history and literature of non-white people, and their obviously malign inclinations, and surviving the day with the approval of their employer, and their peers, and their job, intact.
For those craving more, this is a pretty good place to start.
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Needed: a field holler for bloggers.
Damn right.
[ Awaits sympathy. ]
No, no, this.
[ Toiling intensifies. ]
We’ve reached a point where they’re actually too lazy to even make the stuff up. Imagine where this slippery slope could lead.
On your next water break I think there is something in the Spam-No-Mor (Ausf. G).
Freed.
Spasiba, there will be extra weevils in your gruel ration, but you have to pick it up here.
Fixed.
How much of progressive ‘thought’ is just the projection of inadequacies?
Yet the words feral and verminous might be deemed somehow scandalous.
Never a good sign.
Band name.
Taylor Swift sure has fallen in with a bad crowd.
At least do the man a favor, choose a couple of them, and give him only the smaller one. That will be the lesser of two weevils.
Ixnay, the weevils are considered a treat, nobody else gets protein till Sunday when a chicken foot is added to each ration.
One book, many beech.
New bar snack incoming.
No pushing at the back.
No, this.
“[…] passed three classes in four years and is ranked near the top half of his class.”
Why the teachers’ unions haven’t been declared terrorist organisations is beyond me.
Not that there isn’t a good deal of blame to be apportioned between all the parties.
A couple of well sharpened pitchforks would have been useful..in the absence of shotguns.
And YouTube suggested another video which, referring to Black Hysteria Month, declared that one month was not enough.
An order of Manteau en Feu for Alex please.
What is this, the Royal Navy?
…there will be extra weevils…
…so one must choose the lesser of two weevils…
Bah – I should read all the way down before commenting – someone else already made the same joke, although probably not quoting Jack Aubrey.
“…was late or absent 272 times.”
Hot grease can be useful in a pinch.
This came to mind. From the comments following which, this:
But hey, every student of age was deemed successfully educated.
As they say: build a man a fire, and he’ll be warm for a day; set a man on fire, and he’ll be warm for the rest of his life.
(And considering the snowfalls and hard freezes of this winter, a burning coat doesn’t sound so bad.)
[ Fetches liquid nitrogen. ]
Oh, good, insulation via the Leidenfrost effect.
[ Fetches hammer. ]
[ Puts up sign, Shards of coat, $5. ]
Yeah, this is where I want to say that while I’m angry at a school that verges on “Learing Center” fraud (students are just chits for acquiring taxpayer $$$) mom has to come in for criticism, too. In three years, SHE looked at his grades and attendance record and never marched herself to the school office to find out WTH was going on? I don’t buy her “well I thought everything was alright because they kept promoting him” excuse. That’s the meme of “everything’s fine” while surrounded by a room on fire. Hello? Your teen boy is NOT at school a significant amount and it doesn’t concern you?
Argh.
I’m afraid to ask…
I believe they’re… chicken toenails.
So, plenty of meat on those babies.
There are segments of the population who are functionally illiterate: They don’t buy books, they don’t borrow books from libraries. They “know” nothing beyond what they hear on the street or on TV. They do not plan for the future, they do not save and invest, and they have well deserved reputations as shiftless, dishonest, and unreliable.
Their endless troubles are due to “bad luck” or “the Man”.
Imagine what they smell like when they’re cooking.
[ Boiling. ]
I want to promote the Extra Weevils. Weevil, weevil rock you!
Hand me your coat.
No reason.
“Weevil bury you!” — Nikita Sergeyevich Khrushchev
I see I’m going to need more liquid nitrogen.
David Thompson’s Lair of Weevil.
Flowers of Weevil by Baudelaire
DIY.
‘Who knows what weevil lurks in the hearts of men? The Shadow knows!’
£5, no?
But what a discount! Elsewhere one would have to pay north of $2000 for it. (Not that I know anyone who would be caught dead in such a thing.)
Previously.