Rollin' Like Sisyphus

When A Bomb Of Your Own Design Blows Up In Your Face

Posted in A Chronicle Of Decline by Huckleberry on June 3, 2015
Hold still.

Hold still.

If by chance you are anything like myself, it stands to reason that more than coffee or amphetamines, schadenfreude is actually what gets you out of bed in the morning.
In that spirit, good morning from a self-professed liberal professor who is scared shitless of the lunatic students he’s helped create:

The press for actionability, or even for comprehensive analyses that go beyond personal testimony, is hereby considered redundant, since all we need to do to fix the world’s problems is adjust the feelings attached to them and open up the floor for various identity groups to have their say. All the old, enlightened means of discussion and analysis — from due process to scientific method — are dismissed as being blind to emotional concerns and therefore unfairly skewed toward the interest of straight white males. All that matters is that people are allowed to speak, that their narratives are accepted without question, and that the bad feelings go away.

You loaded the gun, genius:

He cites an anonymous professor who says that “she and her fellow faculty members are terrified of facing accusations of triggering trauma.” Internet liberals pooh-poohed this comment, likening the professor to one of Tom Friedman’s imaginary cab drivers. But I’ve seen what’s being described here. I’ve lived it. It’s real, and it affects liberal, socially conscious teachers much more than conservative ones.

Of course no one learns lessons, even when staring down the barrel of those lessons:

If we wish to remove this fear, and to adopt a politics that can lead to more substantial change, we need to adjust our discourse. Ideally, we can have a conversation that is conscious of the role of identity issues and confident of the ideas that emanate from the people who embody those identities. It would call out and criticize unfair, arbitrary, or otherwise stifling discursive boundaries, but avoid falling into pettiness or nihilism. It wouldn’t be moderate, necessarily, but it would be deliberate. It would require effort.

Good luck with that.
It’s worth noting that the early targets will merely get fired. The ones who manage to hole-up and ride it out will get gassed quicker than you can say Anne Frank.
You loosed upon yourselves the distilled essence of your insanity, and like a bad 50s horror movie, I’ll laugh all the way through your vivisection at the hands of your own creation.

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  1. Doom said, on June 3, 2015 at 20:49

    I love it when you cheer me up. So, you played a part in serving them? They seem to be eating it up quite well. Families, churches, and communities encourage it, though too. Just enjoy your pension. Oh, but that was probably a serving itself? Ah… then maybe running? There is always that. Dying tired sucks though. Don’t hate you, I don’t. Just thinking out loud. But you do it all the time yourself.

    Never to fear. For you, any, or even me… if you begin to see and choose otherwise. Matthew 20. Late is the hour, perhaps, at least for this time, probably not all time.


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