From some crowd calling themselves “Eventbrite”, who usually send me stuff about classical concert dates and such:
So I took action: 
Ordinarily I’d consider going just to cause trouble, but I need to clip my nails and wash my hair.
Category: Snowflakes
Hitting Back
Here’s a little something to make your day:
A linguistics and education professor from Michigan State University claims that telling somebody that you can’t understand him is an example of “linguistic racism.”
More specifically, it’s “racist” to ask a person to repeat what he said because you “don’t understand [his] thick accent.”
Another example is someone “openly say[ing] only English is to be spoken in the workplace” despite the presence of multilingual employees.
This is one time where I wish I was still back in college, and specifically, at Michigan State in this little turd’s class.
Because from then on, I would only speak to him in Afrikaans, and submit all my papers in Afrikaans. Then, if he attempted to change or penalize that, I would label him a linguistic racist and file disciplinary charges against him, using his own precept as the basis.
Wokey Pokey
Seen at C.W.’s place a while back, this:
You would have to have a heart of stone not to laugh hysterically. “Diverse rolodex” ?
By the way: the only “beautiful and diverse” thing is an actual rainbow. As a social construct, diversity is unnatural and doomed to failure, but we’ll let the Loonies find that out all by themselves.
As for the title of this post, I have coined it to describe the death process that is intrinsic to Insty’s “Get Woke, Go Broke” expression. So when some organization starts going into the crapper as a result of wokism, we’ll call it “doing the wokey pokey”.
It’s a happy little dance… well, for us, anyway.
Evolution
One-time F1 champion driver Kimi Raikonnen is famously bullshit-free; while driving for Ferrari a few years back, he got irritated by the constant stream of advice and orders coming over the radio from the pit wall team, and uttered the immortal line: “Leave me alone; I know what I’m doing.” He finished on the podium, driving a car that was truthfully speaking nowhere near the level of his competitors’.
And he’s back in the headlines today, posting this pic:
For those not in the know, that’s one-time F1 champion James Hunt in characteristic pose (missing only a pit bunny on his errr arm to make it completely accurate), while on the right is Mr. Woke, Lewis Hamilton.
Now the Hamilton fanbois are going to point out that whereas Hunt and Raikonnen only won the F1 championship once each, Our Lewis has won it six times. (In their defense: Hunt and Raikonnen won their respective championships driving cars that were charitably called “competitive” at the time, whereas Hamilton is driving a Mercedes which has outstripped all other cars by a wide margin, for the past four or five years at least.)
Whatever. Raikonnen is in the right, while Hamilton is left — far Left, with his BLM-kneeling and wokey T-shirts.
I wish Hunt were alive today: he’d piss all over that T-shirt, probably while Hamilton was still wearing it.
Killjoys
“I know: let’s put in policies which outlaw any kind of fun, lest the Terminally Sensitive be offended in any way.”
That’s the thinking behind this move, apparently:
Oxford University has cracked down on ‘vicars and tarts’ and ‘pimps and hoes’ parties in case they are deemed offensive to non-binary students.
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The prestigious university body said they could be deemed ‘problematic’ and may stereotype men or women in a highly objectified or sexualised role.
Uhhh I thought that was the whole point of the thing, but nemmind.
I cannot count the number of times I’ve been to costume (“fancy dress”) parties of the kind mentioned above. On one occasion, I recall that a “Pimps ‘n Prostitutes” party competition was won by a couple dressed as a priest and a nun, with second place going to a girl who wore her former — and very posh — private girls’ school uniform for the occasion (see below for an example). (That she was by then in her 30s made for quite an accomplishment, by the way; and no, it hadn’t been altered.)
Never mind; students are endlessly inventive in their schemes to outrage the university authorities, and I’m confident that the Oxonians will come up with something good. (If not, and they just cower in the face of such stupidity, we’re all doomed.)
Incidentally, the pic above is of the Britpop group Girls Aloud. Here they are in another version of the uniform thing:
Just trying to help my Murkin Readers understand this whole “school uniform” thing. That’s me: Mr. Helpful.
Social Dictionary
Ambrose Bierce would heartily approve of this iteration of his own Devil’s Dictionary. A sample:
* “OK, Boomer” – popular, reflexive and mentally-flabby retort of retarded children who cannot formulate a proper or logical response to an argument, question or premise. A sign of belonging to a group known collectively as “Millennials” whose main attributes include oversized thumbs, limited intelligence, hysteria, extensive knowledge of modern technology but inability to use a rotary phone, can opener or rake, hair-trigger cry reflex, navel gazing, overly-high self-value acquired through a program of low expectations, and a belief that everyone gives a flying fuck about what they’re eating at any given moment.
Much more goodness at the first link above. (Oh, and if you don’t have a copy of Bierce’s Dictionary, hie thee to the second link and remedy that unpardonable omission immediately. For only 99c on Kindle… please.)