When they started shutting all the schools down in homage to King COVID, the Princeton University (P.U., P.U., we’re all for you!) stoodint noozepaper came up with a truly radical idea that’s only as old as the hills–
“Hire me! I passed college!” Wow. Anything from an A+ to a D-… hot dog. Then again, what are the grades worth anymore? “I got a B+ in Polish Transgender Transactional Funambulist Studies!” Yeah, okay, you can be an air traffic controller.
Why do we still have colleges and universities?
Answer the question convincingly and win the Gold Mask of Tutankhamen.
Yeah, yeah [Yawns cavernously]: “You din’ build dat,” etc. No such thing as deserving to succeed, it’s all just luck. Allow me to take a moment to reply.
Okay, sunshine, let’s say meritocracy really is bad and needs to be replaced. With what? A demeritocracy–give the job to whoever’s the worst at it? Make sure stupidity and incompetence always rise to the top (instead of just often enough to create a lot of problems for the rest of us)?
What’s that you say? Let the Really Smart People–like you!–decide who gets what, who wins and who loses? Let the Government do it, in consultation with collidge perfessers?
No, we’re not reading your mind. That would be no treat! We’re just going by what you always say and what you’ve always said.
Sheesh. You think blind chance sufficed to “evolve” pond scum into Beethoven, but you don’t want it to decide who gets to compose the symphony. You want the government to decide that.
Merciful heavens, I was writing about this poop in the early 1970s, and now it’s back. The gray ponytail crowd has brought it back.
The Human Resources Dept. at Princeton University has issued a new diktat against ever uttering the word “man”–because, of course, it ain’t “inclusive.” (https://trendingviews.com/princeton-university-hr-says-you-cant-say-man-anymore-what/ Literally, you can’t say “man and wife,” or “man-made,” or “workmanlike.” They have provided no guidance as to what you ought to say if you live in Manhattan or come from the Isle of Man.
This stuff was supposed to be over, gone, kaput, decades ago. They’ve brought it back. Collidge has brought it all back.
It’s like a bad dream, a recurring nightmare. It’s like getting lost in the Hall of Mirrors on the boardwalk. There, at least, the guy can come in and get you out. The Hall of Mirrors that our culture has been turned into has no guy to lead you back outside.
My hope is in the Lord which made the heavens and the earth (Psalm 121:2). He and no one else will take away the Hall of Mirrors.
He’s laughing at us now. When He’s done laughing, watch out.
