O wonder!
How many godly creatures are there here!
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
That has such people in’t.—William Shakespeare, The Tempest, Act V, Scene I
Another entry in a Diary that chronicles the End Days of The American Republic. Another example of why The Republic is terminal and why we must work to save what we can however we can…
From a The New York Times op-ed by Judith Shulevitz [tip of the fedora to Darleen Click, who has the link to the NYT — a rag I won't directly link to]:
KATHERINE BYRON, a senior at Brown University and a member of its Sexual Assault Task Force, considers it her duty to make Brown a safe place for rape victims, free from anything that might prompt memories of trauma.
So when she heard last fall that a student group had organized a debate about campus sexual assault between Jessica Valenti, the founder of feministing.com, and Wendy McElroy, a libertarian, and that Ms. McElroy was likely to criticize the term “rape culture,” Ms. Byron was alarmed. “Bringing in a speaker like that could serve to invalidate people’s experiences,” she told me. It could be “damaging.”
Ms. Byron and some fellow task force members secured a meeting with administrators. Not long after, Brown’s president, Christina H. Paxson, announced that the university would hold a simultaneous, competing talk to provide “research and facts” about “the role of culture in sexual assault.” Meanwhile, student volunteers put up posters advertising that a “safe space” would be available for anyone who found the debate too upsetting.
The safe space, Ms. Byron explained, was intended to give people who might find comments “troubling” or “triggering,” a place to recuperate. The room was equipped with cookies, coloring books, bubbles, Play-Doh, calming music, pillows, blankets and a video of frolicking puppies, as well as students and staff members trained to deal with trauma. Emma Hall, a junior, rape survivor and “sexual assault peer educator” who helped set up the room and worked in it during the debate, estimates that a couple of dozen people used it. At one point she went to the lecture hall — it was packed — but after a while, she had to return to the safe space. “I was feeling bombarded by a lot of viewpoints that really go against my dearly and closely held beliefs,” Ms. Hall said.
I like Darleen’s suggestion and wish that it was realistic:
If these precious snowflakes need Play-doh and naps to cope with Other Viewpoints, send them back home and have them re-enroll in preschool.
It’s like Brave New World, except you never leave the hatcheries and conditioning centers.
Only one question about this Byron drone: Is she an Alpha or a Beta?
Soon Bryon’s generation will be called upon to enter positions of Power in the Private and Public Sectors [although, in this Fascist Age, the line between the two is fading very fast] and one has to wonder if they’ll demand, as their predecessors did two generations ago with daycare rooms, safe spaces/rooms wherever they end-up employed.
I suppose it doesn’t really matter because, before then, our Enemies will make the question and answer moot.
This is what we’ve come to: a nation of Strength reduced to a nation of Weaklings.
Hug me till you drug me, honey;
Kiss me till I’m in a coma:
Hug me, honey, snuggly bunny;
Love’s as good as soma.
We, The Remanent, don’t belong here [and aren't wanted here].
We have the freedom now to act to preserve The Founding; we are at Liberty to to operate in what has become the Enemy’s territory. We can gather together and Restore the Precious Gift of The Founding Fathers in territory we achieve control of. We are the Outlaws and we should act accordingly.
We will see some very cruel times, but we have a Duty to our Posterity to preserve the Gift wherever and however we can. We have a duty to those that came before us and sacrificed for us to pay any price and bear any burden to see that Freedom and Ordered Liberty survive in some form. If we do not at least try, we shall be damned before all of Mankind as those cowards who did not attempt to preserve the last, best hope for man on God’s Earth.
We must Join Or Die.
