Reheated (83)
Some items from the archives, on a loosely historical theme.
Professor James O’Flannery’s educational tour of the Chinese Revolution.
As part of the “Smash Sparrow Campaign,” children were enlisted to bang pots and pans around, chasing the sparrows out of their nests. Later, adults knocked the nests out of the trees and crushed the eggs underneath their sandals, until there were almost no sparrows left in all of China…
Within a year of the “Smash Sparrow Campaign,” itself part of the larger “Four Pests Campaign,” the locust population exploded and did what locusts do best. The Communists had played God and literally created a Biblical plague.
On replacing natural history with aboriginal woo.
My Kingdom For A Time Machine.
Julie Bindel tempts us with the “good old days of the feminist collective.”
Don’t Oppress My People With Your Public Libraries.
The history of ideas, as seen through the welding goggles of wokeness.
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.”
Ms Leung’s ill-tempered mouthings – of which the above is the merest hint – reveal a great deal, perhaps more than she intends, and it may help if you think of wokeness as a kind of rapid-onset morony. One that is applauded, and rewarded, in statusful institutions.
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*snort*
And consider your tip jar hit.
Trust an literature major to eff things up.
And in the West Mao is most beloved among English majors.
Not, I think, unfair, given the context.
Bless you, sir. Should your bathroom crooning be overheard and inspire comparisons with Sinatra, may they mean Frank, not Nancy.
I ran into a few of those lunatics. And as I may have mentioned before, they not only insisted that lesbianism was a duty, they also demanded that it be done the right way: Work clothes and boots, never dresses, plain colors never anything traditionally feminine, short hair not long, absolutely no shaving, and no dildos!
Isn’t she precious…
Don’t Oppress My People With Your Public Libraries.
Reheated, but also torn from the headlines of today…
What exactly that has to do with the nigh Herculean task of putting books on shelves in some sort of order is anyone’s guess.
It’s so good of Ms Leung to let us know that only affirmation is welcome. Presumably, on grounds that she’s incapable of error.
Is today’s word ‘irony’ again?
Around these parts, it generally is.
It is very pertinent to having the right kind of books put upon those shelves and having the wrong kind removed. Do a deep dive into your local library and you can see the effects of the osmosis.
Yes indeed. I have learned to be very circumspect when communicating with librarians, lest I alert them to a book that they will want to remove from their collection for either advancing the “wrong” views or for being so risible as to cast their preferred dogmas in a bad light.
How things change.
Julie Bindel is now mostly found on Unherd hissing and spitting (admittedly with considerable justification) about how the all-powerful trans lobby has pissed on her lesbian feminist chips.
Follow the links down the rabbit hole and you will find Rhiannon Lucy Coslett celebrating the joys of an upper-class commune (Islington no less) upbringing. Nowadays she churns out smug guardian boilerplate sharing her near unique experience of actually having a small child.
For such a short article, Bindel manages to say the most extraordinary things, doesn’t she?
Whatever can she mean by “informal skills” here? And what was it that the “eminent professionals” learnt from her?
And what human or other agency is this that is ‘railroading’ people into monogamy?
She’s one of those people whose career success has always baffled me. Her only virtue, as far as I can tell at least, seems to be her longevity.
And being, as it were, professionally lesbian.
There will always be some audience for these lunatics. But more than that, remember that leftists and other degenerates preferentially hire each other regardless of actual talent.
To pay her no mind would be my guess.
Feminist glaciology sounds particularly exciting.
I imagine the funding would be far higher for Indigenous Glaciology.
You know, all that ancestral and therefore irrefutable knowledge of the Great Ice Serpent.
The three-part documentary series, Lefties, by Vanessa Engle, mentioned above, is well worth watching, by the way.
Lesbian feminist indigenous glaciology. To be replaced next year by queer indigenous glaciology.
Dude, you’re not supposed to point stuff like that out. Especially to conservatives. They’re almost as likely to roll their eyes and tell you you’re not a serious person as the center-leftists are.
It’s interesting in that the bbc were showing this sort of woke shite 16 years ago.
However the preferred oppressed classes have changed somewhat in the intervening years.
one of these days…
I’m not sure if that’s what you meant, but Engle’s documentary series is hardly “woke shite.” If anything, it often works as a kind of gentle satire. The participants are given plenty of rope and sometimes they hang themselves.
For instance, the third episode, A Lot of Balls, details the comically inept attempt in 1987 to launch a “radical” left wing tabloid, The News on Sunday. The project was, unsurprisingly, a disaster; but Engle teases out how its failure, and the staggering incompetence of those involved, were a direct result of ideology and ‘right-on’ pretension. Illustrated by a scene in which, with the paper’s first edition about to go to press, most of the staff is out of the office on a deafness awareness day.
Band name.
The sight of that smug woman reciting her little ditties was more than enough for me.
…may they mean Frank, not Nancy.
Nancy is the superior Sinatra.
And being, as it were, professionally lesbian.
But not in the fun way.
Band name.
The Superior Sinatras
That.
Well, Ms Leung exhibits a familiar combination of contrived, pretentious victimhood – and claims of being “systemically” downtrodden – while exulting in boldness and transgression, an obnoxious arrogance, and an obvious expectation of impunity. This is someone clearly accustomed to favours, deference, and free hits. As if normal consequences – say, for being a mouthy, racist bitch in the workplace – would never apply to her.
A combination that’s practically a signature of the phenomenon.
The same narrow subset of fundamentally awful people.
The thing is, the people whose stated mission is to detect bigotry and “bias” in the rest of us – presumptuously and by seemingly paranormal means – are themselves much more likely to beg questions, to presume, and to harbour racial animus:
For instance
By the way, this post here, on the not-at-all-creepy transgender high-school coach, has been updated.
Well, that’s just lovely.
We have, however, established that in the progressive pecking order, mentally ill men who ask teenage girls about their panties rank higher than the girls who find such enquiries inappropriate.
Such is wokeness.
Psalm 12:8
feminist glaciology (or math or or or): in most cases, esp in math/geology/physics, they can point to not a single thing that would be different with a feminist slant. A single case I can think of is that animal behaviorists (many female) have focused on male bird song and ignored female bird song. Fair enough. Glaciology? ahahahah no
mentally ill men who ask teenage girls about their panties rank higher than the girls who find such enquiries inappropriate.
No sympathy. It’s the middle-aged high school mean girls who created this monster, and they can live with the consequences.
All this shit would stop, immediately, if the girls affected refused to compete or participate. Just walk away, and make it clear that they will not participate so long as this crap is allowed to continue.
They won’t, because it’s not about the sport. Aside from hockey and football, most high school sports require very little personal or field equipment. They could create their own rec leagues and play to their hearts’ content, but they won’t, because it’s not about the sport. It’s about getting access to women’s athletic scholarships, which only exist because of Title IX.
I’d assumed that researchers would be likely to focus on the more noteworthy song, which is usually produced by the male bird. Among blackbirds, for instance, males are the ones with the elaborate, jazz-funk repertoire.
This. All this +++. I might add that some hs mean-girl approaches might work all ju-jitsu like if taken toward shaming the “men” who support this BS. That could possibly blow the whole thing up. Possibly. Sigh…if they would just apply themselves, as my 7th grade English teacher used to say about…well, someone.
Go ahead. Blame it on the boogie. You know you want to.
Just what the world needs. Another *(&^%$g drip.
At the center of all these tired, tiresome, mundane ideas – dressed up in fancy-sounding pseudo-intellectual pablum – is the desire to return to a style of feudalism. A “modern” political religion that blends inherited privilege with gnostic insight. A return to times when a small select few held the unquestioned, and unquestionable, right to wield overwhelming and nearly unlimited power over everything and everyone within their purview. Regardless of merit, wisdom, propriety, or a lack of all of the above.
These jackwagons believe deep down that not only do they have the special wisdom required to remake the world around them to suit their niche desires, the have the RIGHT to wield that “wisdom” against the wishes of the unwashed.
They look at Game of Thrones and go “Yep, that’d be me sitting on some important throne, scheming to overthrow the monarchy next door while the peasants go about their meaningless little lives.”
Fools and beasts who have intentionally unlearned everything the Western world has learned in the last 2000 years.
Some days I feel like I’m trapped inside one of those pulp Fantasy novels with chapter headings like ‘Storm Clouds Gather’ or ‘The Time of the Demon Overlords’ …
Would Heinlein’s The Year of the Jackpot suffice?
Say what you will about Mike Lindell, but he’s a class act compared to the lawyer scum that he is, and the rest of us should be, fighting. Any lawyer who is proud of their profession should be treated as pond scum. The law is a bloody disgrace, especially in the United States but all over western civilization as well. Dickens had no idea and should have considered himself lucky to live and deal with the ass of his day.
They look at Game of Thrones and go “Yep, that’d be me sitting on some important throne, scheming to overthrow the monarchy next door while the peasants go about their meaningless little lives.”
Something that I think gets missed about fantasy lit in general, and Martin and his contemporaries specifically, is that they’re all pretentious college atheists. So religion never factors in to any of their settings except in the form of snake cults or superficial set dressing.
This matters because most fantasy lit is mired in the Tolkien/D&Desque pseudo-European medieval zeitgeist, and ignoring religion not only leaves out a major political and social power bloc, it also ignores the mitigating effect the church had on the more destructive tendencies of the warrior aristocracy.
Thank you for sharing our work, David!
For anyone interested in watching the video that excerpt is from: https://youtu.be/1XrgTdRSH00?si=bOlkMYlqfYFbkTED
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Also, parts one and two.
The professor’s lectures on the French and Russian Revolutions, the latter in three parts, are also recommended.
Julie Bindel must be a candidate for best exemplar of “mugged by reality”