Social Studies

I surfed via Instapundit to Sonny Bunch’s blog Everything’s a Problem to be inundated by a heretofore unbelievable level of SJW Twitter smug, trigger-warnings, and noxious toxicity. It’s beyond snark. And it amazes me to the core of my soul that there is such a primitive level of college-homestay Political Correctness and Thoughtcrime Code-Enforcement going on out there in the ether.

It’s hysterical in the sense that hysteria is a mental disorder. But sheesh.

On display for all to see un-ironically are The SJW Culture-Warrior Gestapo, knee-jerking as they goose-step to the big field decorated with the rainbow banners of Joylessness, and gather in Nürnberg-cyberspace to enjoy a little Three-Minute Hate.

No wonder I don’t Facebook.

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8 thoughts on “Social Studies

  1. Your Nürnberg reference brings back memories. I was stationed on the outskirts during the mid-70’s, and actually walked the stadium where the Nazi rallies were held. Now in my head, I replace the swastika with the rainbow flag. It is a very short leap from SJW to National Socialist. The following is a copy-paste of my own comments on another blog awhile back.
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    I was stationed in (formerly) West Germany during the mid-70’s. During a weeklong R&R, my buddy and I decided to take a tour of Dachau. For me, it proved to be an epiphany, although not for the reasons anyone might think at first.
    My father was a B17 pilot during WWII and flew 35 combat missions over Europe. Among other things, this sparked my keen interest in WWII history, so I had read about the concentration camps long before I went on the tour.
    It’s times like this that I wish I had a better command of the English language. The best I can come up with to describe the tour is that it brings on a cascade of emotions, some seemingly contradictory.

    The first thing we saw was this–

    –which translates to “Work will make (you) free.” It is both grotesque propaganda and macabre prophecy.
    It was a bright, sunny day that seemed somehow inappropriate for the occasion and at the same time a reminder that life moves on.
    Everyone on the tour speaks in quiet voices, walks softly, as if at a funeral, which is as it should be.
    One side of your brain digests all the numbers and photos and other input, while the other side just cannot wrap itself around the totality of horror that went on there for years. At the same time, I felt a sense of pride that I wore the uniform of one of the armies that put an end to it.
    When I was there, the ovens were still in place, doors open, with ash still inside. There was a simple rope barrier about five feet in front. A metallic glint caught my eye in one of the ovens. As I leaned over the rope for a closer look, I saw that it was an expended camera flash cube. Someone had tossed their trash into an oven at Dachau. Thus came my epiphany.
    The battle against evil is not over, will never be over. Evil will always be aided by apathy and deliberate ignorance, and fueled mostly by envy and greed. I agree with the old saw that there is nothing new under the sun. However, there are new generations who need to be taught their history.
    Given the state of world affairs today, I am reminded of the book (and movie) title “Something Wicked This Way Comes”.

    • Thank you for that. Evil is indeed still among us, big and little – and everywhere. Your dad helped, a lot – and that he survived is fantastic. I saw a rock-concert at the Nuremberg field, it was a big lineup including The Who.

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