James Bennett, the editor who encouraged Ta-Nehisi Coates write his famous long piece on reparations when no other editor wanted anything to do with it, has been fired from NYTimes because the woke crowd is upset with him over something minor and utterly incomprehensible to most people.
They always come for the most faithful first.
The murderer of David Dorn, a local victim of the recent riots, has been found and charged.
Who is supposed to be doing this kind of crucial work if police is “defunded” is never explained but that’s because nobody cares about victims like Dorn, a 77-year-old black man.
Chinese scammers who leave me phone messages about once a day disappeared in early February. But this week they came back. They always call from New York numbers, whether real or fake I don’t know. I’m guessing New York is doing much better.
Folks, did you know that the person doing all these politically convenient second autopsies of people like Epstein or George Floyd is the same very old doctor? And these are only two of many highly politicized autopsies he’s conducted?
You’d think there’s a shortage of doctors that a guy who’s pushing 90 should be trotted out every single time a politically useful case surfaces.
People are throwing away JK Rowling’s books because she said something they don’t like about women being women and men being men.
If I had to throw away the books by every author whose opinions differ from mine in some way, I’d end up throwing away my whole library. Including the books I wrote myself because my opinions have evolved throughout my life.
It’s absolutely beyond me why people’s enjoyment of works of art hinges on their approval for their author. If Ilhan Omar – whom I find contemptible as a human being and a disgrace as a politician – wrote talented novels, I’d buy them all and write glowing reviews while still despising her character and politics.
It’s really narcissistic in a creepy way to think that an artist’s talent only exists for as long as she completely coincides with me in all of her beliefs.
By complete accident I stumbled into a Twitter thread by a bunch of K-12 teachers who were discussing the need to “decenter whiteness in the curriculum and privilege authors of color.”
I was stunned not even by the content of their drivel but by their abysmally poor language skills.
“Instead of thoughtfully engaging with the thoughtful ideas expressed here you chose the less thoughtful response,” one teacher chirped.
“This thread has many valuable tools that are of value to those who struggle against the tools of racism in their anti-racist struggle,” piped up another.
And they all went on and on like this.
I urgently need to read some Trollope to get rid of the vile aftertaste.
P.S. What’s really funny is that to write this post I had to keep going back to consult the original tweets. I didn’t want to quote them verbatim because people were posting under their real names and I don’t want to be unkind. But as hard as I tried, my parody of their tweets didn’t sound nearly as funny as the original.
I have this slightly weird hobby where once every 3-4 years I feel the need to buy a fashion magazine, read it cover to cover, and forget about it for the next several years.
Today the need hit, I went to the bookstore, approached the magazine rack, grabbed the first fashion magazine I saw and… discovered that they were advertising a feature on Greta Thunberg. Obviously, Greta Thunberg is fashionable among the fashionable set but I can put up with rich, clueless people when they advertise luxury handbags but not when they also want to instruct me in how to be more virtuous.