April 18, 2018 Randa Jarrar

April 18, 2018

Randa Jarrar, a non-gender specific, somewhat swarthy, calorically challenged English teacher at Fresno State, an alumna of WOG State Teachers’, said, in re Barbara Bush, “Fuck outta here with your nice words. She’s a racist who raised a war criminal.” Apparently, the rule of de morituis didn’t survive the Donner Pass sushi-fest either.

Howard Finkelstein, a modern American Liberal, in many ways the quintessential, prototypical modern American Liberal, teaches sociology at Brookdale Community College in Lindale, New Jersey, told a Conservative student to “shut the fuck up” and “fuck your life”.

2 things leap to mind:

1 – I know that Howie is a modern American Liberal because, continuing a conversation begun in 1963, sociology is a bullshit, tit course. It may be taught by interesting people – akin to a “dog walking on its hind legs”, no? – but it is a theme that wanders aimlessly and headlessly through academe because it does not permit mental right angles, because, or so it says, there are no cultural “red lines” in Western Civilization, and that it is impossible to define in 2 declarative sentences. “If you don’t like my principles, don’t worry. I have others.” Its banner, the one that “all honest men are encouraged to repair to”, consists of seasonally adjusted kaleidoscopic plaid, repackaged by Jackson Pollack, with instructions from the Italianate hand of Professor Irwin Corey.

Samuel Johnson, Edmund Burke, John Locke, Adam Smith, Madison and Mason, 

Rudyard Kipling, T. S. Eliot, Milton Friedman, Russell Kirk, Rufus Fears, and Victor Davis Hanson are names that academic sociologists, phony bastards all, fear the way Dracula fears holy water, the cross, and dawn. Silver bullets don’t faze them because, as C.S. Lewis told us, they are “men without chests”.

It is a pseudo-discipline for whom the words “glib”, “petty”, “trite”, and in a bow to diversity, “disingenuous” are needed to provide even a half-assed definition. It is explained more by saying what it isn’t, rather than what it is, thinks it is, or what it wants to be. 

2 – When my children were near college age I told them that, inter alia, there were some courses that the Daddy Scholarship Fund was not going to pay for. The list included all undergraduate courses in business, save accounting, and, above all, sociology. Let me add that each of them has 2 degrees and have held professional licenses in 5 states.

Finkelstein, doubtless in the terminal stages of his profession’s endemic disease – coal miners get Black Ling, right? – the one for which there is no cure this side of “the undiscovered country”, “non-malodorous fecal matter syndrome”, knows he did no wrong. He expects to be lionized by his, dare I say, peers. You’ve heard of “The White Man’s Burden”? This is the smart man’s burden. These people, deplorables all, need to be hit with a Rhetorical 2 by 4 to get their attention. Rhetoric? I’ll lay big money that Howie and Randa together couldn’t define Rhetoric, let alone the Trivium.

Speaking of the nexus between sociology and offensively phony assholes, deep down, assuming there is a deep down in either of them, 2 of the 20^th century’s biggest public nuisances, Margaret Sanger and Margaret Mead, were sociologists. They should be posthumously keelhauled. Annually or once a year, whichever comes first. 

April 21, 2018

“They were never going to let me be President.”  Yet one more incessantly shrill whine from Wide-Bottomed Hillary whose Secret Service detail carried a modified Jaws of Life device, one equipped with a built-in warthog sized baster filled with industrial strength WD-40 and Turbo Charged KY Jelly to get her 6 or 7 xxxx drawers off in case of an untimely return of Moctezuma’s deplorable revenge. If she ever has liposuction on those thunder thighs Port-au-Prince will have cooking fat for a holiday week-end.

If “they” were never going to let “her” become President why did “they” let “him” become President? “Him”, for those still confused by the seamless webs of a post-racial society, at least one where the earth has cooled and the oceans calmed, was/is Barack the Beneficent. I guess the Gods could not permit a café-au-lait President and a progesterone infused one in the same decade. Just a case of too many red lines to cross.

Earth Day is upon us again.

49 years after we were told by really smart Paul Ehrlich that the world would end in rimey starvation, 21 years after Vice President Alpha Gump told us that the absence of our beloved ozone layer would sauté us in perpetual melanomas, 20 years after we were told by Donna Shalala – and why won’t she just go away? I can’t miss her if she still hangs out, right? – we would all be dead from AIDS in 10 years, I hear Bill Gates, either the 5^th or 6^th richest man in the non-Ptolemean universe, tell us that the way to end malaria – Full disclosure: I saw a 6-month-old infant die of bad air 55 years ago. Her temperature was too much for our thermometer to measure – is to make bed nets stronger and have them infused with non-GMO bug flit. Thank God he doesn’t have a pay roll to meet anymore. There is one sure way of ending malaria, the disease that kills upwards of 2,000,000 non-White babies in sub-Saharan Africa each year. DDT was the most successful pesticide ever. Then rich 1% White first-worlders decided to feel good about themselves. The unintended – I think – consequences of this lower-case genocide – Where’s Al Sharpton when we really need him? – is bad enough but the hubristic moral preening is beyond woeful measure.

At the risk of offending Gaia, and why haven’t there been any Piss Gaias up for federal subsidies, it sure as shoot sounds like bullshit too me. Off course I believe in Climate Change. I rely on my personal climatologist, the noted Eye-Tie Renaissance man, Tony Vivaldi, to give me seasonal updates. So far, so good.

Meanwhile, my Earth Day repast will be continued with the traditional unborn manatee sushi, accompanied by the usual potables, served in non-degradable plastic cups. Also, inorganic crudités will be available for the pain in the ass Luddites.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------April 23, 2018

More news from the rialto

King Mewati the 3^rd announced that Swaziland will no longer be called Swaziland. It will be called eSwatini, Home of the Swatis or, in the Highlands, the Swazie. John Cameron Swazye was supposed to make the announcement but he didn’t return his calls.

Th eKing did this because, in a fit of White Privilege pique, Switzerland, the country most confused with Swaziland, refused to change its name to Limestrasse, Home of the Cuckoos., Clocks or otherwise.

Expedia said there was monumental confusion between the Matterhorn and the Matterho.   

Complaints about the Matterho expedition are handled expeditiously by the alligator resolution directorate.

A new jewelry district, anchored by name tenants such as Rolexo, will be built as part of the next successful 5 year plan.