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It’s honestly impossible to decipher leftist language:
How can you pass down something you don’t own?
“I’m trying to pass down my neighbor’s truck but it’s difficult.”
Ya think? What if people start passing down your belongings? How will that go over?
The main issue for the Left is not a lack of paid influencers. It’s the terrible vacuity at the heart of its understanding of what a human being is.
They have rejected genetics. Once you say things like “assigned male or female at birth”, you have thrown this entire branch of science out of the window. They have no answer for why Eritrea is Eritrea and Sweden is Sweden. They have no explanation for why Eriteans in Sweden are still very much Eriteans. No explanation for why decades of fussing around with racial differences in all sorts of outcomes only made the gaps worse.
The movement has become intellectually impoverished to the point where it can process basic science (e.g. viral transmission). All it has is word games. We’ve spent days hearing an endless vapid discussion of what’s a genocide and what isn’t. People see a video of a stadium chanting “kill the farmer” and it disturbs them. You can’t dispel that disturbance by arguing over definitions. You need a clear explanation of why you think that’s acceptable when if there were a stadium full of whites chanting “kill the blacks”, you would not think that acceptable.
There is one word I prohibit students from using. I tell them that the moment I see it in an essay, I stop reading. I tell them to use context search and remove it.
That word is “society.”
What leaves me somewhat shocked though is the virulence of the reaction from the left of all shades, the influencers and general rabble on social media, the mainstream media and even ordinary South Africans.
The Promised Land (as inspired by Karel Schoeman’s 1973 award-winning novel)
It’s really interesting that neoliberals want everybody to be on the move, emigrate, get displaced, except for white people. You can see it in the endless vituperation of the “white flight” and in the unhinged and utterly disproportionate reaction to the arrival of a couple dozen Afrikaners in the US.
There’s a similar trend in discussions of birth rates. Recently, a video of Hillary Clinton made the rounds where she expressed outrage with policies promoting childbearing among whites. In Clinton’s words, non-white migrants have better birth rates already, so it makes sense to just bring them on over.
Meanwhile in Germany:
The police officer… approached the suspect who was damaging a police car with a knife. The officer grabbed the man, and a struggle ensued, during which the officer was seriously injured.
Guess who was let go and who is being investigated for a crime.
Obviously, the knife-wielding maniac was let go lest he should be deprived of an opportunity to do more damage.
The comment section of the linked article was closed after 3 hours.
It’s not all useless, though. One of the people at the writing group is a librarian. Her research is about why so many librarians are gay. She says any convention of librarians she goes to, everybody is gay.
I didn’t know that or thought about the sexuality of librarians at all but this explains a lot. Our university library now looks like a hybrid of a gym and a public bathhouse, so there’s that.
At the writing group, five female professors could have talked about anything they wanted. There’s no agenda or script.
Do you know what they chose to talk about of their own free will?
How much they love DEI.
“As a white cisgender woman, I realize how important it is to amplify voices of marginalized groups…”
They literally get together to recite these slogans at each other. By choice. With enjoyment.
At Klara’s school, today is Hawaiian outfit day. Klara came downstairs in a very sparkly shirt.
“That’s not Hawaiian,” I observed.
“I’m an immigrant to Hawaii from the country of sparkle,” Klara deadpanned.
Wow, people, did you see the Oval Office showdown between Trump and that racist South African dude?
I feel enormously better already.
Why did the African guy even come? Did he think he was going to get praised for his behavior?
I have a gigantic ceiling fan in the bedroom. It’s like a medium-sized helicopter. It’s on full blast all year long. In winter, especially, coupled with an open window, it’s exquisite.
But yesterday I suddenly became preoccupied that it would fall out of the ceiling and murder me. So I lowered the speed and spent the night suffering from no wind to speak of blowing into my ear and next to no noise from the rotator blades.
The whole day went to the dogs as a result. It was a succession of stupid decisions like I was competing for the Moron of the Year prize. And the worst part is that it was supposed to be a great day because I’m on my yearly writing retreat. Guess what wasn’t done at the retreat. Exactly, writing. Not by me, anyway. Everybody else was writing up a storm, except for me, the champion moron.
Tomorrow is day two and I’m hoping not to be quite as much of a disaster.
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