Paying $60,000 per year for your liberal arts degree at a lefty university certainly doesn’t make you smart.
NYU STUDENTS ANGRY BUT NOT TOO BRIGHT
Paying $60,000 per year for your liberal arts degree at a lefty university certainly doesn’t make you smart.
Ask a liberal, get an answer. Wont be anchored in fact or reality, but they are angry about it none the less
A leftist might be thinking something like “Well, what is a fact for you may not be a fact for me”.
Same way they think about right and wrong and true and false.
Factual relativism on top of moral relativism – it applies to everything they think, do, and say.
(yeah, they’ve openly expressed it that way too)
If you’re a Syrian Christian, you’re also banned (for now). Might as well call it Trump’s Christian Ban.
Christians were virtually banned before, so it’s nothing new.
These are your future leaders and bureaucrats.
It’s bad already. I’m having to take over all of my parents affairs and was told by the SSA on the phone that I needed to go to any local SS office to take care of a few things and she gave me a list of documents I needed to bring with me.
I drive around the building looking for a place to park. There’s a brand new multi story parking garage but it is of course, closed. The bestest parking spots were all reserved for employees and the handicapped. I finally find a place on the street and put two tires up on the snow berm to avoid being towed. I notice that I’m parked right across from a perfectly plowed parking lot that is chained at every entrance with a sign saying the lot is closed. So, on a 17 degree, crystal clear, blue sky day I leave my handgun in the car and make my way to the entrance/lobby.
Inside is a ocean of people. On my way in I was closely followed by another dude who just walked right up to door I needed to go in and he walked right in so I followed…..or tried to follow. Local rent a cop asshole automaton guy lets the guy in but stops me. He says I need to wait in line in the lobby. I ask for what? He says to get in here. I walk out and ask if everyone is waiting to get in the same door and get a literal chorus of an exasperated “YYYyyyeeessss”. Fuck! I loudly ask if they have a titty bar in there with free beer or is Beyonce about to take the stage? Double fuck!
The lobby is a crowd and in no way could you describe the mob as a “line” of people. I ask if anyone knows where the end of the line is. I assume my place in the crowd and learn that all you need to know is that you can’t go in until the person you are slowly following around has gone in unless of course they need to go to the shitter, go to their car or go outside for a smoke break (mostly weed) and then your job is to hold their place in line (in front of you remember) until they get back.
I definitely need to get to know some old people. There was not a wrinkly face in the crowd except mine and I’m only 50. Everyone there was younger than me except for the rent a cop automatons and some of the employees. I’m not sure how the old people do it but they must know some secret voodoo or secret code word to avoid having to go there. I’ve probably pissed SSS off enough that he certainly won’t share the secret with me. Maybe Muck will help me out before the sun cooks his brain like SSS?
I didn’t take my cell phone in with me so I have no idea how long it took get through the magic door but there was certainly loads of good news awaiting me in the inner sanctum. Turns out I was milling around the lobby with my new FSA friends just waiting to get through security and into the fucking WAITING ROOM!
The real reason you can’t take a gun in there is probably because they get tired of mopping up the teeth, hair and eyeballs when sane people finally off themselves by turning their skulls into porridge! The most asshole-ish of the local rent a cop automatons barked out instructions for obtaining a coded ticket that, I was told, would get me some face time with real live bureaucrat. I could hardly wait. The ticket machine was a touchscreen unit that I really did not want to touch. I finally did touch it with the knuckle of my little finger. I briefly thought to make a mental note to bring my own gloves next time but then I remembered promising myself just a few minutes earlier that I was never…ever coming back here again.
The only bit of good luck I had was getting the best seat in the house……away from the bathrooms, close to the exit and close to the only handguns visible. I can’t even imagine what it must be like in the SSA office in a big inner shitty. After spending an eternity staring at a screen waiting for my coded number to appear, I was finally on my way to see the wizard. While I’d been waiting I took careful count of the number or service windows and only about 3 in ten were even open. Each window had a miniature garage door that could be opened or closed from above.
I was to proceed to a window down a long corridor that could not be seen from the waiting room. It was about 200 feet long with service windows all along the left wall about every five feet. I get to my own live bureaucrat and succinctly give him my tale of woe and in just a few seconds he tells me that there was no need for me to be there at all. I literally said “you’re fucking shitting me?”! He looked to be about 14 years old so rather than being offended he probably thought I was just trying to be hip. He cheerfully says that the SSA has their very own paperwork and process that does the EXACT SAME FUCKING THING as my power of attorney and trustee documents do in the rest of the world including the courts! Of course they do! How fucking stupid of me!
Not only that but there is nothing I really need to do at all except call them when my parents die and don’t spend the last benefit payment for 90 days in case they need to claw it back. (Don’t even ask!) Get this…..They won’t say shit to me about my parents accounts sans me being in possession their own brand of magical paperwork BUT, if I have the name and SSN of ANYONE currently receiving SS benefits, I can make one phone call, report that person as deceased and their benefit payments stop immediately. I don’t even have to give my name. Opie explained all of this as if he’d been explaining it for 40 years already. Poor bastard! So we shoot the shit about a few other SSA “quirks” before I intentionally changed subjects to weather, camping and fishing. We talked for close to an hour I’d guess, about absolutely nothing. I made up my mind to eat a bullet or three before I ever bother to seek assistance there before thanking Opie for his help and heading for freedom. When I got back to my car I looked back at the place and noticed another rent a cop on the roof wearing body armor and carrying a dreaded assualt rifle. The ordeal took just under five hours. Gawd I luv ‘Murica!
These, my friends, are our future leaders!
Actually there are the future waiters, taxi drivers, and children living in their parents basements. The only thing they will lead is the welfare line.
Would you employ this cretin or allow him to baby sit your hampster?
I always wondered what happened to CCNY…….
On her way to work one morning, down the path along side the lake.
A tender-hearted woman saw a poor, half-frozen snake.
His pretty colored skin had been all frosted with the dew.
“Oh well,” she cried, “I’ll take you in and I’ll take care of you.”
“Take me in, oh tender woman.
Take me in, for heaven’s sake.
Take me in, oh tender woman,” sighed the vicious snake.
She wrapped him all cozy in a curvature of silk.
And then laid him by her fireside with some honey and some milk.
Now she hurried home from work that night and soon as she arrived,
She found that pretty snake she’d taken in and revived.
“Take me in, oh tender woman.
Take me in, for heaven’s sake.
Take me in, oh tender woman,” sighed the vicious snake.
Now she clutched him to her bosom.
“You’re so beautiful,” she cried.
“But if I hadn’t brought you in by now you would have died.”
She stroked his pretty skin again and then she kissed and held him tight.
Instead of saying, “thank you,” that snake gave her a vicious bite.
The Question Is who is the snake? Are they the unvetted immigrants, (I refuse to call them refugees), or, idiots like these in the video? Or, is the answer both?
They could go to a Black College and get as stupid a lot easier and cheaper.
There is history and there is the narrative and while they share some similarities, they are different animals.
History relies on the assembly of factual information into a coherent storyline that flows from one point in time towards another and may contain aspects of the narrative. The narrative transcends factual information as well as time itself. It serves as a template for how cultures/nations/people move through history, as an instruction manual for how to make one’s history.
You can teach history but the narrative must be imbued. One requires analytical thought processes to understand the meaning behind the events that have transpired, the other an emotional embrace of faith-based ideals. The vast majority of colleges today behave more like seminaries teaching future missionaries of a religious order than universities developing critical thinking and professional disciplines.
This is the problem with replacing the requirements of living beings with substitutes- humans need a specific amount of nutrition and calories per day to offset their energy expenditures, not simply fixed amounts of consumables at regular intervals. That’s where all the morbidly obese come from. The body instructs them to consume until the optimal nutritional level is met since the products they eat do not fit that bill, they continue to eat until the organism malfunctions.
The same can be said of a poorly constructed Narrative. Think ‘Cargo Cult’. What these people seek cannot be met and so they turn to the next closest thing and the result is an intellectual/conceptual equivalent of obesity.
They are malnourished in more ways than one and it can’t be fixed until they realize what it is that they require for optimal health on every level.