Got Discomfort? Call the Cops!

Are America’s “higher education” (lol!) nabobs purposely trying to render an entire generation of Americans useless?

Sure looks that way.

The University of Portland has instructed its students to call the Kampus Kops to report–get this–“incidents of discomfort regarding observed or experienced interactions of intolerance” ( http://www.thecollegefix.com/post/26243/ ). The purpose of this idiocy is to combat the “widespread use of microaggression on campus.”

Sheesh.

I had no idea the Portland campus was such a hellhole of intolerance, did you? I mean, it must be really raw out there.

Wait, wait, back up–what’s “microaggression” again?

Well, it’s those little bitty things you say and do, without even being consciously aware of it, that make poor little collidge kiddies feel uncomfortable. Something like “Have you got the time?” is in reality a racist rant that threatens Our Cherished Minorities.

So, okay–to the tune of $100,000 or more in student debt, let’s prepare the next generation for living and working in the real world by teaching them that they are entitled, absolutely entitled, to go through life without ever seeing or hearing or reading the slightest little thing that they don’t want to see or hear or read. Unless, of course, they’re white male Christians who don’t happen to be homosexuals.

Is this mass of over-educated, incapable, whining, bellyaching protoplasm really what Our Glorious Leaders want to rule over?

Sure looks that way.

God help us. Not that we deserve your help, because we don’t: but because Jesus Christ is our Lord.

The Agony of Reading Books by the Wrong Color People

Every time you think America’s university system has hit bottom, it lurches down another notch. You’re gonna just love this story from Columbia University–under Herbert Marcuse in the 1960s, one of the original hatcheries of American Stalinism.

Here a quivering tulip of a student, “in her fifth year of undergraduate studies” (remember when it only took four years?), claims to have suffered “trauma” and “anguish” over having to read books written by white men ( https://pjmedia.com/trending/2015/11/20/columbia-student-in-anguish-because-she-has-to-read-books-by-white-people ).

Oh, the suffering! And the university officials can’t do anything with her because they’re the ones who filled her head with all this glop in the first place. They can’t disavow the ideology of victimhood that they taught her.

The student is black, and female. Therefore she should only have to read books written by black females. For any other kind of book to appear before her eyes would be “microaggression” and “oppression.”

As it is, the poor creature expects she’ll have to put in a sixth year just to get her bachelor’s degree.

Oh, no! They call it a “bachelor’s degree!” Quick, somebody call 911, we have to report an incident of microaggression. “Bachelor” is a sexist word, injurious and hurtful and mean to all female students enrolled in colleges throughout the land.

Real racism having been solved, inasmuch as flawed human beings living in a fallen world can solve it, what remains is imaginary racism. The great thing about imaginary problems is that they remain in perpetuity, they can never be solved because they don’t exist.

And have you noticed? Progressives and their followers have re-invented Jim Crow.

In their quest for freedom, they have subjected themselves to slavery.

Way to go.

University’s War on Reality

You are getting educated. You are getting verrrry educated…

The Student Senate at Kansas University has voted to abolish “binary pronouns”–that is, ordinary English words like he and she, him and her–from its official Rules and Regulations document ( http://www.zerocensorship.com/t/uncensored-us-education/183725-kansas-university-student-senate-bans-his-her-calls-pronouns-a-microaggression#axzz3r6ZoRXZA ).

Why?

Because these ordinary English words constitute “microaggression” against some unspecified victim.

And what the dickens is “microaggression”?

Oh, it’s anything you say or do, no matter how innocent or innocuous, that some kollege kook might decide to take offense at, or be “hurt” by. It’s any language that is not “inclusive.”

What does “inclusive” mean?

Aw, who cares!

This is just another great institution of higher learning petulantly, childishly, making war on reality. They don’t like the fact that human beings are either male or female. They reject it! Why, there’s no end to the number of genders out there! And every cotton-pickin’ thing you say has got to include all of them, or else we’ll throw a hissy fit and key your car.

Your tuition dollars at work.

Honestly–can’t you think of any better way to spend your money?

Welcom Back to Collidge, Now Shut Up

Its almost time for the new semester to start, and ther wil be lots of new studints on our campas. I has ben here all sumer, workin on my degre in Gender Studies.

That stopid guy had to go to dentist, so I got his blog, ha-ha.

Lots of peple ben complaning about no freedem of speetch in collidge anymore. Well, ther aint suposed to be no freedem!!! What kind of big dumby thinks you can oaught to be alowed to say wrong things?

You freshmen who is coming in, yuo shuld pay attenttion to yuor Studnt Guide and just not say anything. Only us interllecturals shuld auht to be alowed to say things, because we never say nothing that is hatful or wrong or stopid. The rest of yiu is not interllecturels yet so you shuld just shut up. Yous dont know how to talk without sayin things that is microgresion. (I am not sure abuot that word, I only lernt it the other day. My prefesser he says its microgresion when you say or do somthing that is ofensieve even when yuo dont meane it. He says you cant hardly say nothing withhout being microgrestive.)

Well I got to go now, ther is a lectur on a bortion how it keeps wimmin helthy, and how we got to defiend Planed Parinthood from the  Vaste Rihjtwing Conspracy, and after that I got class in Self-Esteem. So rembember, if yuo aint a interllectural, just shut up and dont say nothing. Thats yuor cyvic dutie!!!

Hurt Feelings? Dial 911!

Quick, call 911! Somebody hurt my feelings!

September’s coming, and America’s colleges and universities are gearing up for another season of unbridled idiocy, paid for by untold millions of tuition dollars.

Santa Clara University, in California, “prohibits behavior motivated by bias”–which could be practically any behavior at all, depending on how you look at it: is Santa Clara U. a school for the dead?–and the university website advises students, “If the bias incident is in progress or just occurred: ALWAYS CALL 911 IMMEDIATELY” ( http://www.campusreform.org/?ID=6738 ).

What do they mean, “a bias incident”?

The university defines it as “a speech, act, or harassing action”–that covers just about everything, except for lying face-down in the middle of the woods, all alone–“that targets, threatens, or attacks an individual or group because of their actual or perceived race, color, national origin, ethnicity, religious affiliation.” Except, of course, if your “target” is a Christian. Or white.

Here’s my question: Who is the wackiest of the bunch?

The university twollops who dream up this garbage in the first place?

The parents who send their kids to these universities, at back-breaking cost?

The students who allow themselves to be governed by standards more suitable to a lunatic asylum run by the inmates?

Or the police and emergency services who are actually daft enough to respond to a 911 call–“Emergency! Emergency! Somebody just did a microaggression on me, and my feelings are hurt and I feel threatened! Hurry, hurry!” “Well, guys, better put that heart-attack call on the back burner and go take care of this microaggression on the campus…”

What? You don’t remember “microaggression”? Like, just because the whole concept is so stupid and asinine and fascist, you can’t remember what it is? Here’s a refresher ( http://leeduigon.com/2015/06/17/the-university-where-young-minds-go-to-die/ ). All you gotta remember is “microaggression” is anything you say or do or write or raise your eyebrows over, that makes some liberal or other powder-puff feel “threatened” or “demeaned” or just plain cheesed off.

Oh, well… They may not be able to teach your kid physics or accounting or how to write a coherent English sentence; but they sure can teach crapola.

The University: Where Young Minds Go to Die

Hey, remember Janet Napolitano–Big Sis, former head of Homeland Security? Well, she’s now president of the University of California, and she’s come out with a big new list of things that no one will be allowed to say in any UCal schools ( http://nypost.com/2015/06/15/the-dont-you-dare-say-that-drive-for-campus-diversity/ ).

The stated goal is to produce “diversity” through enforced uniformity of thought.

For instance, Big Sis opposes what she calls “the myth of meritocracy,” so there will be a taboo against saying “I believe the most qualified person should get the job”–because that’s wrong, that’s bad, and it really means “People of color are given extra unfair benefits because of their race.”

Hmmm… You mean they aren’t? Never? What was Affirmative Action all about, then?

Big Sis has been handing out tracts with titles like “Tools: Recognizing Microaggressions and the Messages They Send.” You remember “microaggression,” right? ( http://leeduigon.com/2015/05/12/how-liberals-make-human-life-unliveable/ ) It’s virtually anything you say or do or think that some liberal doesn’t think you should be allowed to say or do or think. There is to be no microaggression throughout the UCal chain!

This era of history is an embarrassment. Authority figures, from the lowliest idiot teaching school to the most exalted fat-head in Washington, hand down ridiculous lies and promote crazy policies. They tell lies that even a simpleton should be able to see through (like “Bruce Jenner is now a woman”), and when they get caught lying, they just keep right on lying like nothing happened. If they’re left-wing liars, they know the nooze media will cover for them.

But as for everybody else, down there among the great unwashed…

You miserable peasants don’t even know you’re racists and homophobes and cissexists and whatever, everything that comes out of your mouths is microaggression, so just shut up!

They won’t be satisfied until they’re able to sew our mouths shut.

Fictional Characters as Real People

We haven’t been talking much about fantasy-writing on this fantasy-writing blog. Oh, we discuss plenty of out-and-out fantasy–like the campus rape culture, Global Warming, microaggression, income equality achieved by the brute force of government: stuff that has no basis in reality whatsoever. Why, just today, one of the Red Pope’s henchmen blasted “Climate Change deniers.”

Sometimes I just can’t stand it anymore. So on to something more constructive.

The picture above (if it comes out!) is from The Wonderful World of the Brothers Grimm, showing Jakob Grimm (Laurence Harvey) sick in bed, to the point of death, being visited by all the characters in his fairy tales. This is what I’m getting at today.

If you’re writing a fantasy (or any other kind of story) that you want your readers to believe in, you have to believe in it. And the thing that makes any novel fly is characters. You have to believe in your characters.

Teach yourself to see each and every one of them as a real person–someone who has a whole life in addition to the tiny bit of it that you’re writing about.

That does not mean you have to map out a cradle-to-grave biography for every walk-on character. That’s a primitive technique that can easily lead to overloading a story with irrelevant information. You don’t have to actually know that character’s whole life: just be fully aware that he or she has one.

The needs of the plot, if you allow it, will generate characters as needed. They come walking into your story from Character-Land, ready and willing to do a piece of work for you.

For instance, in my just-started book, The Throne, I needed a new commander of the Thunder King’s bodyguard–and in walked a big, fierce, superstitious lout named Bassas, fast with his fists, greedy for gold, but with no real idea of how to spend it, and some small scrap of honor left in his soul. I already know I’m gonna love this guy!

True, this is not the easiest thing in the world to do. It takes years and years of practice.

But once you’re able to do it–boy, can you have fun writing!