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In Victorian England, most people didn’t have clocks or watches. They had no way of knowing when to get up. This brought into existence the profession called knocking-upping.
A knocker-upper walked down the street and tapped on the windows with a long pole or a broom.
People paid him a penny a month. AI tells me that it’s around 50-75 cents in today’s money.
For some reason, I’m finding the existence of a knocker-upper to be very endearing.
We have embraced this strange belief that every person should spend their entire twenties and probably also thirties choosing their way to a highly individual, boutique and bespoke recipe for happiness. The idea is that there’s absolutely no playbook you can follow. The previous generations didn’t leave us any knowledge regarding what works for people. Everybody always starts from scratch and flails completely alone in efforts to construct a tailor-made lifestyle that reflects every aspect of their complex and different individuality.
People waste years or even decades of their lives chasing after an individual formula for happiness only because the belief in its existence flatters their ego.
Eight years ago, in August of 2017, ESPN decided to remove announcer Robert Lee from calling a football game because his name was similar to that of the Confederate Civil War General Robert E. Lee.
We should never forget how easy it is to slip back into this recent insanity.
Seriously, people. And there are pages and pages of this.
Read three sentences from a novel by JCO and tell me how this airhead word soup could possibly come out of the same person.
By the way, last month JCO published the whitest American novel in 15 years and in that novel she used the word redneck several times without asterisks.
I don’t know if this is going to help you or not, but they will feel exactly like this towards you no matter what you do. You can drip with the milk of human kindness all day long but then one day you will refuse to be somebody’s personal secretary or simply inconvenience somebody by taking a sick day, and they’ll pout up a storm.
What I’m saying is that they’ll be unhappy no matter what. It’s not the austerity decisions. It’s that you are not the perfect mommy they always wanted.
I had two colleagues with a very underenrolled section each. I told them, “Look, we have a week left before the beginning of class. If we sit very quietly and don’t attract attention to ourselves, the administration will probably forget about us and won’t make us cancel.”
“Oh yes. Please, please, please. I’m really counting on the money. I really need the section not to be cancelled.”
Two days later, one of these people sends a group email to me, the other underenrolled colleague (they are the only two teaching this language), and five people in the administration. The email goes like this:
Hi! I have a very underenrolled section, and the classroom I was assigned is too large for such a small section. It would be more convenient for me to take classroom XYZ but it’s occupied. I asked the person teaching there to switch but she refused. Can you help?
At this point the other underenrolled colleague chimes in with how his section is also very underenrolled and if classroom switches are being made he also wants one because he doesn’t like the furniture in his classroom.
Eleven cumulative emails along these lines later, and the administrator who was trying to be kind and not notice the underenrolled sections had to notice. Too many people became involved and the endless repetition of “my section only has 5 students” demanded action.
What does this remind you of if not how toddlers behave? You are torturing yourself but they’ll self-destruct whether you exist or not. What’s the point of having a bad time over this?
People can feel about this in many different ways but, for the name of everything holy, do not call it socialism. Socialism and fascism are not terms that should be used to describe “something I vaguely dislike and don’t know why”. Socialism means there’s no private property over the means of production. In socialism, the government would expropriate Intel, Starbucks, Amazon, and your local diner. It would take over completely. That’s socialism. And the results of it I described in the preceding post.
People need to stop being hyperbolic and dramatic. It’s not creating good results for us.
In the USSR, when you got your hands on a can of green peas, you’d treasure it. You’d hide it and keep it safe for months. You’d fall asleep calm in the knowledge that your can was secure. That for this year, you had fulfilled the goal of finding your can. Next year, the battle would resume but for now, you were in the clear.
Canned green peas are an ingredient in the Olivier salad, the main dish of the Soviet New Year celebrations. No canned green peas meant you were the kind of abject loser who couldn’t give your family one evening of eating well in a year. People went out of their way to make sure that New Year was celebrated as it should.
Those who somehow snagged several cans of green peas would use them as currency. People valued by the regime would get food packages as a form of recognition. We didn’t have such people in our family but from others I heard that a can of green peas was often part of these special foodstuffs. These people could sit in comfort, knowing that their peas were waiting for them.
Of course, you can’t celebrate New Year’s with canned green peas only. There are many, many other ingredients that you had to gather during the year to make the whole puzzle come together. Canned sprats, mayonnaise, alcohol, and many other things. You had to gather them, treasure them, make calculated decisions about what would be swapped for what else.
Mr Fox comes to a prestigious private school in New England and begins to prey on 12-year-old girls. His students are starved for male attention. They rarely meet male teachers. For many of them, having a relationship with their father is an impossible dream. It’s easy for a pedophile like Fox to mesmerize them into submission.
One of the stricken students is Eunice Pfenning. Her father, a loyal, loving, responsible man, was ejected from the family home by the bored, brooding wife. Eunice is unattractive, so even the pedophile doesn’t want her, and this devastates the besotted girl.
The most poignant scenes in the novel are those describing Martin Pfenning, the man who suddenly finds himself thrown out of his family and his home for which he always did and continues to bear solitary financial responsibility. Pfenning thought he did everything right. He worked hard, respected his wife, provided an excellent living for his family. But his wife got bored and threw him out, destroyed his relationship with their daughter, and at no point saw herself as the villain of the situation.
There are several such bored divorcees in the novel who provide victims to the pedophile Fox. There’s also a cast of lonely lefty spinsters who enable Fox’s abuse of children. None of this excuses Fox who is a disgusting bastard freak. But you can’t help wondering how we arrived at the current situation where impermanent means good and attachment means bad.
I don’t want to give out any spoilers but I’ll say that the agents of good in the novel are working class men united by love of God, the desire to protect the weak, and male solidarity. What was broken by stupid, prattling, self-involved women and the pedophile these women invariably adore, these men repair. Of course, the damage can never be fully erased but there’s hope that we can step away from the brink. Because that’s what some of the characters in the novel did.
I hope everybody now understands why I said that I can’t believe that Oates’ prattly, lefty, wokey X account was written by the same person who wrote this novel. There’s so much more there than what I can mention in this post. There’s mockery of school administrators who exclude white men from jobs, there’s ridicule aimed at the obligatory portrayal of interracial couples in ads, there’s mention of how liberal elite schools have become and how they train their students to be insufferable snowflakes. Suffice it to say that the character who is appalled by the idea that she might hire somebody who is not “a woman of color” is quite indifferent to the realization that she hired a pedophile who filmed students being abused and sold images online.
Well, there are two kinds of Jews, the Orthodox and the secular. The Orthodox are, indeed, very conservative but you don’t see them in public life because they are concentrated on their religious life and the community. They are like the Amish in that sense.
The secular Jews are ethnically and temperamentally Jewish but if they are religious at all it’s mostly just a nod to tradition. Those are, indeed, far left, almost without exception.
Ethnic Jews, and I mean specifically the Ashkenazim, we are very excitable, high IQ and intense. We are one level extra in everything. We achieve a lot not because we have a secret cabal and we help each other, that’s just nuts. But because nothing is ever enough. We want to create, stand out, always do something new. And always something new is by definition the Left.
Once progressivism becomes “the old”, we’ll start picking that apart, so the future is bright.
So there’s that. Dude is free to beat more women and children and traffic more people.
No wonder we no longer hear about deportations.
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