The feminine usurpation and destruction of education.

My ex-wife and I have been dealing with our son’s college application/exams/transcript mayhem since the end of his Junior/beginning of his Senior year.

Having now been exposed to the Education-Industrial Complex as it exists in today’s climate while being subjected to the travails of academia, I’m mortified at what an unorganized, ill-communicated clusterfuck of dystopic meandering education appears to have become.

I made a phone call yesterday in order to get some “elucidation” regarding entrance requirements and coursework for the university he has been provisionally accepted at this Fall.

All the emails and written instructions have fallen far short of the mark, and my son was told by one university representative a set of instructions which seemed to conflict with what was written, or what my desperate understanding was of that bureaucratic rambling and beating around the bush really meant.

Yesterday I spoke with someone from the admission’s office who then referred me to another highfalutin-sounding officiously named department that handled this specific aspect of the admission’s process. The lady was nice enough, and so was the second lady I spoke to. She did her best to explain things, but typically, like all educators, she spoke in circles that betrayed a vagueness which left me feeling uneasy. Finally, exasperated and frustrated, I asked as neutrally as possible by re-framing my question in a simple “yes or no” context.

“I just want to know, does [x] mean he [y]’s?”

Oh yes, she answered…he’s good. Fuck!

Today, my ex-wife, not feeling entirely confident with the experience I relayed, also called and received a similar script recital.

I know what the problem is with education.

It has become the provenance of women. The female soul has conquered education and academia, and turned it into a multi-layered maze of unlinked extrapolations which may very well, and frequently do, fluctuate on spur of the moment explanations that depend entirely on which bitch you talk to; but always, there is the common denominator that involves a bland mimicking of a vague procedural verbal diagram that only tells you one minute aspect of the process but which doesn’t answer beginning to end. Never a goddamned simple answer.

Academia has been usurped by women, and with it, all the attendant feminine shortcomings that destroy institutions.

Oblique capriciousness and indirect, disconnected pockets of reality coalescing into one monstrous Education-Industrial Complex, a beast so large and untenable, a beast constructed of patchwork committees and endless discussions. A beast that has become so complex and intricate that not one wheel in this grand chaotic cog understands the full process, much less can explain it to an outsider in an informative and satisfying manner.

And these women are the educators. Their pride is churning out confused boys.

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The Cult of SJW now sets its sights on a new clean-up chore: the past.

Ben Affleck decided, perhaps in the same manner Rachel Dolezal did, that he was not entirely enamored of his distant family legacy since it rebutted the liberal niceties and socially conscious values of his current frame. So what did he do? He attempted, weakly and desperately, to “clean up” that historical narrative in his history, the one having to do with the fact his ancestors owned slaves.

The horrors.

Who would ever think that an American might, a few generations back, be related to people who dabbled in the slave trade?

This dark blot on our collective inheritance must be purged from the modern discourse! If memory is wiped clean, it didn’t happen, right?

So Affleck, the good fledgling SJW that he is, told PBS that he wanted the ancestral mark removed from his story that was produced as part of the “Finding Your Roots” series that aired in 2014, and worse, they complied.

PBS launched its investigation after it was reported that Affleck requested the program not reveal his ancestor’s slave-holding history in the 2014 episode. The Associated Press examined historical documents and found that Affleck’s great-great-great-grandfather owned 24 slaves.

The review found that co-producers violated PBS standards by allowing improper influence on the show’s editorial process and failed to inform PBS or producing station WNET of Affleck’s efforts to affect the program’s content.

In a statement, series host and executive producer Henry Louis Gates Jr. apologized for forcing PBS to defend the integrity of its programming. He said he’s working with public TV on new guidelines to ensure increased transparency.

Affleck’s request came to light last spring in hacked Sony emails published online by whistleblower site WikiLeaks.

“These reports marked the first time that either PBS or WNET learned of this request,” PBS said Wednesday.

PBS said it will withdraw the episode from all forms of distribution including on-air, digital platforms and home video. The show was also ordered to hire an additional researcher and an independent genealogist to review programs for factual accuracy.

Last year’s Sony hack is the gift that keeps on giving. It has proven to blow out the rug from so much of the hypocrisy and surreptitious politicizing that surrounds liberal Hollywood (and pop culture, by extension).

Ben Affleck was caught, “black-handed,” rewriting history and perhaps PBS is symbolically retreating, but we can’t ignore the fact that the Cult of SJW has embarked on a radical Orwellian purge of history.

Let’s hope for more Sony-style hacks in order to keep the transparency alive. Black hat is our only chance at transparency when the masters of culture are part of the problem.

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Adult tricycles, dogs, middle-aged women, and booze; just another night in Garden Grove.

Just paint me a picture, KTLA!

The details of this case seem difficult to relate in a manner that doesn’t cause your brain to fill in all the weird scenery that must have gone on down in Garden Grove last night.

Beginning with that headline.

Alleged DUI Driver Fatally Strikes Woman Riding Tricycle, Victim’s Dog in Garden Grove: Police

A woman was riding an adult-sized tricycle with her dog in an attached basket near the intersection of Chapman and Faye avenues at about 9:45 p.m. on Tuesday when she was struck by a pickup truck, according to a news release from the Garden Grove Police Department.

The force of the collision knocked the tricycle down and sent the basket with the dog still inside a short distance away, police officials said in the release.

The unidentified woman, said to be in her 50s, was pronounced dead at the scene.

Her dog was transported by Orange County Animal Services to an area animal hospital where it later died.

Given the animal-worshiping climate of our times, the wrath saved for suspected DUI driver, Rita Faye McLaughlin, will most likely surround the fact she killed a dog, not that she killed a human.

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Flags, hashtags and mind control (some of my best friends are flags!).

In the early 90’s I took my first solo trip to San Francisco where I attended a housewarming party. I extended my stay a few days by driving into “the city” for a bit. Being the sheltered soul, I was somewhat baffled by the proliferation of rainbow-themed flags, banners and other items of display; it wasn’t until later that I realized I had landed in the midst of a weekend long gay festival of some sort. Ironically, the innate vibe of the city was that of a permanent hedonistic festival that spanned all hours of the day. All the rainbow crap I kept seeing was, I discovered for the first time, a chirpy gay symbol. Better to find this shit out now than never, right?

I’m so sick of this flag.

It offends my sensibilities, and I’m an atheist. Along with #blacklivesmatter, it symbolizes a cult of helplessness and perceived victimization. These are cultural place markers that attain an air of dogma while imposing an overriding sense of restraint and castigation upon the populace, while demanding, obliquely, a narrowly acceptable level of behavior that does not offend or question the Cult’s expectations that the feelings and sensitivities of the “oppressed” are to be guarded with all the resources at mannerly society’s disposal. In other words, #blacklivesmatter and this ridiculous flag epitomize mind-control and suffocating conformity; they are the anti-intellectual spawn of a culture that has lost ability to think critically and to value individualism over collective niceties.

Fuck this flag.

Since banning flags is now the soup du jour, apparently, can we get a movement afoot to rid ourselves of this blight as well?

gay flag

Which reminds me. I have the first part of a joke. Meaning, I don’t have a punch line yet, but the set up is there. It awaits a clever finish:

Q: What do you get when you cross a Confederate soldier and a homo?
A: ___?

A shameless ploy to display my second rate Photoshoppery.

A shameless ploy to display my second rate Photoshoppery.

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The gore fiend has met his match :( ***Extreme NSFW warning***

It takes a lot to make me cringe. Perhaps I should not utter this with such diffident pride.

But really.

I’ve been part of the gore community for so long that I am sickeningly immured to all forms of human mayhem.

But this. This shit.

What is it about having to watch this poor woman continue to live when life can no longer promise her the quality of existence of even a lowly snail slug? What is it about her final struggle to grab a hold of this…mask, that was once her face? It’s putrid and I can’t stop watching.

And the pummeling of the car thief who caused this monstrous accident. There was little glee in this, knowing that feet away, some woman, who had a face just minutes previous, was now trying to piece it together despite the fact her sight was probably gone no matter how wild-eyed she appeared.

Fuck this shit.

She would still reject me.

She would still reject me.

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