Category Archives: Pet Peeves

Rule Five Terms You Shouldn’t Use Friday

I ran this about three years back, and thought it was time to trot it out as a reminder.

English is a language that’s forever changing; it’s been said that while other languages adopt words and phrases, English chases other languages down dark alleys, hits them over the head and goes through their pockets for loose grammar.  (This observation is made more poignant for yr. obdt. as this Friday finds my own dear Mrs. Animal and me in Japan, where I am functionally illiterate and struggle to make myself understood because I don’t savvy the lingo.)

But even English has standards, and as a popular American talk-radio guy is fond of saying, words mean things.  So here are some words and phrases that people need to stop abusing.

Capitalism

This, like many on the list, is bandied about by plenty of folks who should know better.  Here’s the reason people should stop using this word: “Capitalism,” unlike socialism and communism, doesn’t have an underlying ideology or set of dogma.  There’s no -ism there; it’s just liberty.  What we call capitalism is in fact the free, unfettered, lassaiz-faire of people doing exactly what they choose to do with their own skills, abilities, finances and resources, unfettered by government, unshackled by regulation.  It is people freely choosing what the do with their wealth.  It is the result of free trade, where people exchange value for value by choice, in voluntary transactions in which both parties gain.  It is a market unhampered by any meddling, where the economic trends are not forced from above by fiat but the results of millions of people making trillions of economic decisions, ever hour, every day, in a great freewheeling machine that no person or group of people could ever hope to control without screwing the whole thing up.  This has been demonstrated time and a-damned-gain, see Venezuela, Cuba and Zimbabwe for recent examples.

Gun Violence

Guns are inanimate objects.  There can be no such thing as “gun violence.”  There is only violence, planned and perpetrated by people.

This one is especially egregious as used in policy debates today, because, even though far more people un the United States today are murdered by fists and feet, nobody talks about “fist violence.”  It is only when guns are involved that this term is dragged out.

Whether deliberate or intentional, the term distracts from the real problem – that bad people do bad things – and focuses instead on chunks of plastic, wood and metal that can take no action and possess no moral agency or capacity.  A gun by itself is a moral null; it can take no action and left alone, will never hurt anything or anyone.  It is only when a human being picks up that gun and uses it for good or ill that any judgement of violence can come into the picture.

Privilege

Deriving from a Latin term that translates loosely as “private law,” this is another term that is badly abused in today’s discourse, mostly be people who don’t know what the hell they’re talking about.

American treasure Thomas Sowell noted that “privilege” is the idea that a white coal miner in West Virginia has some unseen advantages over a black Harvard graduate in New York.  As used in such a manner, it trivializes people and assigns them arbitrary categories based on their skin color, ethic background or religious affiliation; in other words, it’s bigotry, pure and simple.  As a middle-aged white male, I am supposed to meekly acknowledge the benefits of “privilege,” even though my Dad was a farmer most of his life, I went to college on the GI Bill and have worked for and earned everything I have.  I guess my privilege isn’t firing on all cylinders.

Decimate/Decimation

Decimation is a term that originated in the Roman army.  When a legion was seen to have failed in courage, one soldier of every ten was executed, pour encourager les autre.  (Voltaire would have loved these guys.)  The literal meaning of the term “decimate” means exactly that – to reduce in number by ten percent.

So, when a vapid talking head on a news program makes that claim that a certain terrorist group has been “decimated” he is saying that they managed to engage a nation-state’s military and only took ten percent casualties.  That’s a pretty good performance by a bunch of illiterates with AK-47s and an absolute cluster-fuck on the part of any modern military.

Democracy

The United States is a Constitutional Republic, not a democracy.

In fact, our Constitution, probably the most effective governing document in the history of mankind as it was originally written, contains specific safeguards against direct democracy.  The Senate is one of those safeguards.  The Electoral College is another.

Noticed, have you, that those are two institutions that the political Left in this country would like to do away with?

We do not nor should we have government by direct democracy.  That is no more than mob rule or, as Benjamin Franklin was rumored to have said, “two wolves and a sheep voting on what’s for dinner.”  We have a Republic, with a Constitution that clearly defines the roles and the limitations on the various branches of government.  We have a Senate that was originally supposed to represent the interests of their states, and we have an Electoral College to make sure that a few high-population states don’t end up dictating to the entire country.  Let’s keep it that way.

This isn’t intended to be a comprehensive list.  But it’s a good start.

Any suggested additions?

Animal’s Daily Insider Trading News

Before we start, go check out the start of a new series over at Glibertarians!

Now then:  Queen Nancy wants Congresscritters to continue to be allowed to engage in insider stock trading, the likes of which will get any of the rest of us tossed in the pokey.  Why?  Because she’ gotten insanely rich from the practice.  Excerpt:

From 2007 to 2020, the speaker and her spouse raked in between $5.6 million and $30.4 million (the rules don’t even require exact disclosure) from just five Big Tech firms: Facebook, Google, Amazon, Apple and Microsoft.

Never mind that the companies’ fortunes depend on laws Congress may or may not pass. As The Post has also noted, for example, Pelosi has been stalling legislation to ban Internet firms from favoring their own products in search results. Maybe it’s a coincidence she and her husband have also bet on Google, but it sure makes you wonder.

Remember, too, lawmakers are privy to info the public doesn’t see, so they may have an edge when trading stocks. (Perhaps that explains why the Pelosis have generally outperformed the market so nicely?)

Letting pols trade individual stocks, rather than investing only in index funds, raises such questions as whether they “have access to insider information” or if their trades will “impact policy-making,” warns the Revolving Door Project’s Jeff Hauser.

Nor does Pelosi’s claim that her stocks are in her husband’s name and that they’ve made no trades with inside knowledge hold up: Former Office of Government Ethics boss Walter Shaub calls that a “red herring”; unless members of Congress are willing to “wear microphones around the clock,” he quips, “the public has no way of knowing what information they intentionally or inadvertently shared.”

By now, most people know that Pelosi considers herself above everyone else. Recall how she repeatedly flouted mask rules? But looking to keep racking up tens of millions, despite the blatant conflict of interest, raises the prospect of outright corruption.

It’s a strong argument for banning stock trades by lawmakers and their families altogether. Let them place their holdings in a mutual fund or blind trust.

Why the hell do we continue to put up with this kind of crap from our elected employees?  This is just a license for corruption and graft.  Imagine the possibilities – insider trading by the very pols who pass legislation affecting the companies whose stock they are trading.

It’s one of a kind (as the article notes) with the concomitant hypocrisy that all these assholes exhibit, every day.  The mask flouting, the hair appointments in Covid-closed salons, the concealed-carry permits held by blue-state pols (see Feinstein, Diane) who argue against such permits for the rest of us.

This kind of crap won’t end until the voters end it.  I’d be in favor of an amendment to the Constitution, stating that “Congress shall be exempt from no law applied to the general population,” or some such – some lawerly types would probably have to work out the exact language.

But I think a comfortable majority of voters would agree that this shit’s gotta stop.

Animal’s Hump Day News

Happy Hump Day!

The bigger they are, the harder they fall, eh?

This was one of my favorite pieces in the weekly news roundup, so I wanted to give it some primacy of place.  Honestly, this couldn’t happen to a more deserving cackling harpy.  Kamala “Heels-Up” Harris is probably the dumbest, least competent person to ever be a heartbeat away from the Imperial Mansion, and considering that this is a position previously held by Andrew Johnson and Al Gore, that’s really saying something.

It’s going to be interesting to see how they squeeze her out before the 2024 campaign season gets going in earnest, because you know sure as hell old Joe isn’t going to make it to another term.  Seriously – are these people the best the Democrats have?

Anyway, with that out of the way…

On To the Links!

Dear President Trump:  Thank you, thank you, thank you for sparing us from having to live through four years of this bitter, besotted, corrupt, wicked old harridan in the Imperial Mansion.

Probably ain’t gonna happen.

No shit, Sherlock.

What should Democrats do about rising inflation?  Resign.

And the money printer goes brrrrrrr.

Nothing.

A modern-day dinosaur.

Dinosaurs may have been colorful.  That’s reasonable, as living dinosaurs – birds – are often colorful.

Remind me again which political party has been running Chicago since the Depression?

How about just getting the government out of the way of the economy altogether?  Honestly, every time government interferes they make things worse.

Civil Disobedience 101 in New York.

“Democracy is the theory that the common people know what they want, and deserve to get it good and hard.”

Colorado Gov. Polis finds an acorn.

Cold, dark and hungry – that’s what life will be like if the Dems get their way.

I’ve never read even one word of Harry Potter and never will, but I confess to liking J.K. Rowling these days.

He should, but he won’t, and nobody in the legacy media will ask.

I love a happy ending.

Inflation continues to break records.

This Week’s Idiots:

Salon’s Amanda Marcotte (Repeat Offender Alert) is an idiot.

The NY TimesThomas Edsall is an idiot.

The Atlantic’s David Litt is an idiot.

The Hill’s Phillip Wallach is an idiot.

CNN’s Mark Wolfe is an idiot.

Paul Krugman (Repeat Offender Alert) remains a cheap partisan hack, and an idiot.

The Hill’s Maria Cardona is an idiot.

Vox’s Zach Beauchamp is an idiot.

The New York Times’ Charles Blow (Repeat Offender Alert) is an idiot.

CNN’s Chris Cillizza (Repeat Offender Alert) is an idiot.

The Nation’s Elie Mystal (Repeat Offender Alert) is an idiot.

OK, that’s all I can take for this week.  I actually read these, you know.

This Week’s Cultural Edification:

Since last week we mentioned the Sanford Townsend Band opening for Melanie, here is the lady herself.   Melanie (full name Melanie Safka) was a folk/pop singer who had a fair following in the early Seventies.  She had a fun, light, airy style and was easy to listen to.

Her best-known song was Brand New Key, from her 1971 album Gather Me.  Imagine a lady singer today using the line “…some people say I’ve done all right for a girl?”  Brand New Key is a fun little tune you don’t have to take too seriously.  Enjoy.

Animal’s Daily Otteriffic News

Before we dive in to today’s ottery story, check out the first installment of a new fiction series over at Glibertarians! 

Now then:  You can’t beat this headline: Man Minding His Business Gets Mangled by a Gang of Angry Otters.  Excerpt:

Even so, as they say at zoos, anything with a mouth can bite.

Just ask Graham (George Spencer) — he found out the hard way.

Or, the herd way.

The 60-something got sacked by a roving gang of semiaquatic psychos.

From the Post:

[Graham]…was…approaching the visitors center when he spotted around 20 otters crossing a dimly-lit path in front of him. He claimed it was the first time he had seen the mustelids in the area despite taking his morning walks there for five months.

A jogger ran through the group, setting them off.

The otters went “crazy like dogs” and tried to rip into the runner.

When that individual escaped, the animals turned toward you-know-who.

No word on whether they had marshmallows, but the critters crunched into Graham like a cracker.

They attacked and attacked s’more.

The ornery otters reportedly hit him in the ankles, pushed him down and leaped on top of Spencer, then proceeded to bite the prone man around his legs, shoes and buttocks, with one nipping his finger, according to the media reports.

In ten seconds, he was bitten 26 times.

Salvation came after the victim’s friend, who was about “15 paces” away, ran up to him screaming and yelling in an attempt to scare the hairy hooligans away.

Graham hightailed it to the visitor’s center with the vicious weasel-like wackos in pursuit.

This is some funny stuff from a distance, and the article’s punning makes it more so.  But there’s a serious message behind the wacky verbiage:  Wild animals are, you know, wild.  Every year visitors to places like Yellowstone and, yes, here in the Great Land, learn this lesson to their sorrow.

Unfortunately we live in an era where most folks have their lessons on wildlife from Disney movies.  Most of the so-called “environmentalists” you see opining online and in the letters to the editors sections of the few remaining print papers are urban dwellers with no idea of what it’s really like to live out in the actual environment – other than maybe a one-week vacation spent in some expensive chalet with a view.

Jokes aside, Mr. Spencer here didn’t do anything wrong, and got bitten up anyway.  He was fortunate that these were otters and not a bear, but his encounter, while amusing on the surface, lends a lesson that should not be taken lightly:  Treat wildlife with respect and caution.

Rule Five Lying Liars That Lie Friday

One of my pet peeves has always been liars.  My Grandma, a tough old lady with a will of iron, who raised six kids on a 50-acre farm during the Depression and had two sons that fought in World War 2, always said that ‘being honest is like being pregnant, you either are or you aren’t.’  Grandma was honest, sometimes embarrassingly so.

But increasingly these days folks don’t see things that way.  Integrity is an unknown concept to plenty in the political and journalistic ‘professions’ (and I mean ‘profession’ as in ‘world’s oldest’) and these folks spew out whatever helps The Side.

I’ve detailed a couple of examples over the last few years.  One was sack-o-crap Gersh Kuntzman of the New York Daily News, lying about having fired an AR-15.  Another was sack-o-crap Christine Lavin of the San Francisco Chronicle, lying about owning a Glock.  More recently we had a number of ‘journalists’ blatantly lying about the Border Patrol’s treatment of illegal border-crossers.

Now, this week, we have VP Heels-Up Harris putting on a sham of a video where she purports to talk with kids to get them interested in space exploration.  Excerpt:

Vice President Kamala Harris’s widely-mocked video encouraging children to “get curious” about space featured child actors.

The YouTube series called “Get Curious with Vice President Harris,” was filmed this summer and released Oct. 7 for World Space Week. In the video, Harris, who’s chair of the National Space Council, shares her excitement with the children about space. NASA astronaut Shane Kimbrough also makes an appearance from the International Space Station to lead the children on a remote scavenger hunt to find everything needed to build a telescope.

In one scene, Harris tells the children that they are “going to learn so much,” adding that they will “literally see the craters on the moon with your own eyes. With your own eyes. I’m telling you.”

The kid actors appear to be genuinely excited, and Harris seems to be revealing something to them that they don’t already know. The kids are relentlessly ebullient throughout the video.

Bernardino, a Carmel, California teen who was one of five child actors in the video, told KSBW TV that he submitted a monologue and was interviewed for a role in the series.

“And then after that, like a week later, my agent called me, and he’s like, ‘Hey Trevor, you booked it,’” Bernardino told the outlet.

But here’s the best bit:

Tim Murtaugh, former communications director for Trump’s re-election campaign, pointed out the best part of the project is that it was produced by a Canadian entertaining company called Sinking Ship. 

I swear, you can’t make this shit up.

First of all, there’s nothing anyone can do to make this cackling hag likeable.  She’s abrasive, grating and utterly incompetent, her main purpose seeming to be 25th Amendment insurance for whoever is pulling President Biden’s strings.

But it’s the lies that get me.  Granted the video doesn’t outright claim that these are just ordinary kids off the streets, but hiring actors?  To try to make her seem… somehow slightly less horrible?  That’s dissembling, no matter how you slice it.

These people will lie when there’s nothing to gain by it.  They’ll lie when the truth could literally save them.  They’ll lie to line their pockets, they’ll lie to save their phony-baloney jobs.

President Trump could be boorish at times, and he had a tendency to fly off the handle.  But in general, he said what he really thought, sometimes with alarming directness.  And that, I think, is why the establishment reacted to his election with such alarm – people whose entire success depends on lying are in real trouble when someone comes in and proclaims that the Emperor is naked.

Rule Five Dirty Rotten Bidens Friday

This was out last week over on American Spectator, but I don’t drop by there as often as I used to and missed it until last night.  It’s a good take on the corrupt Bidens.  Excerpts, with my comments, follow:

The other day I ran across the 1998 movie Dirty Rotten Scoundrels while flipping channels and watched it for the first time in years. It’s a lighthearted romp, as they say, about two canny con men played with wit and panache by Michael Caine and Steve Martin. Together, they accumulate riches by bilking dim heiresses in a fictional French Riviera town based on Saint-Tropez or Cannes. Watching the movie, I found myself thinking: hmm, whom does this remind me of? Then it hit me: of course! Who else? Joe and Hunter Biden. 

See this movie, by the way, if you haven’t already; it’s a hoot.  Caine and Martin were brilliant, as was the wonderful Glenn Headley, and the ending was one of the few movies that actually had a twist at the end that made my jaw drop.  But enough of that; back to the Bidens:

Because the Bidens’ crimes aren’t like something out of Scarface or The Godfather or, for that matter, All the President’s Men. Don’t get me wrong: they’re major crimes, far worse than anything Nixon and his cronies ever got up to. But to read accounts of those crimes is to be reminded not of a gangster movie but of farce. 

Farcical, indeed, but the Bidens have raked in millions from these farcical schemes.  They have gotten away with it, and will continue to get away with it, because in the eyes of the media and the equally-farcical agencies that comprise Imperial law enforcement these days, the Bidens have the ultimate Get Out Of Jail Free card – a “D” after their names.

No, unlike the Caine and Martin characters, the Bidens aren’t criminal geniuses. Even at the peak of his powers, Joe Biden was every dumb, oily, empty-suit politician on a sitcom. But he was a hell of a lucky guy, too. Even tiny little Delaware gets two senators, and all it took for him to be re-elected repeatedly from that peninsular speck was absolute fealty to the credit-card giants that basically own it. And Hunter? Hunter is the very apotheosis of the spoiled, useless princeling who can’t stop getting into preposterous scrapes. Of course he smoked Parmesan cheese. Of course he had a fling with his dead brother’s widow.  

Of course he laundered millions in bribe money for his father.  Imagine the reaction from the legacy media and the Imperial City establishment if we were discussing Donald Trump and one of his sons, here, instead.

Separately, father and son are cartoonish enough. But when you put them together, they’re, well, slapstick clowns out of a picture like Dirty Rotten Scoundrels. China, Barisma: these shameless pay-for-play operations beat everything else going for sheer brazen sleaziness. If the Democratic Party weren’t itself so crooked, and if the CIA and FBI and mainstream media weren’t so totally in the tank, these two would’ve been locked up long ago. Instead, the Big Guy’s in the White House and Sonny Boy, the con artist, is, suddenly, as of a month or so, the paint-and-canvas type of artist, too. And not just an artist but — surprise! — an instantly successful artist. If there were any justice in America, he’d be drawing on the walls of a cell in Leavenworth. Instead, he’s got a New York gallery that plans to sell his canvases for six or seven figures a pop. 

Read the whole article for a deeper look at Hunter Biden’s “art career.”  It will have you gritting your teeth, I promise you that.

I guess what really chaps my ass about all this is the sheer fucking blatancy of the whole thing.  Reams of Crackhead Hunter’s emails have been released to the public, documenting his grifting, his references to “10% for the Big Guy” (who can only be old Joe), his drug binges and his patronizing of hookers.  One has to wonder if somewhere in upstate New York, smashed on cheap box wine, Her Imperial Majesty Hillary I, Dowager Empress of Chappaqua, is shouting into a phone at old Bill: “We set up a foundation!  Are you kidding me?  We went to all that effort to cover our tracks, and now the Bidens are just walking away with it?  We didn’t have to do any of that shit!  Dammit!”

And really, that’s the only amusing bit about this whole thing.  Because, thanks to the example of Joe and Hunter Biden, it’s open season for bribery and graft in the Imperial City.  The doors have been thrown open, and as long as you have a “D” after your name – and that name isn’t Trump – everything will be hunky-dory.

Animal’s Daily Anti-Racist News

Before we start, be sure to check out my latest over at Glibertarians!  This week it’s something a little different.

Now then:  I got a few chuckles out of this piece by Matt Taibbi: Our Endless Dinner With Robin DiAngelo.  Excerpt:

Nice Racism, the booklike product just released by the “Vanilla Ice of Antiracism,” Robin DiAngelo, begins with an anecdote from the author’s past. She’s in college, gone out to a dinner party with her partner, where she discovers the other couple is, gasp, black. “I was excited and felt an immediate need to let them know I was not racist,” she explains, adding: “I proceeded to spend the evening telling them how racist my family was. I shared every racist joke, story, and comment I could remember my family ever making…”

Predictably, her behavior makes the couple uncomfortable, but, “I obliviously plowed ahead, ignoring their signals. I was having a great time regaling them with these anecdotes—the proverbial life of the party!” She goes on:

My progressive credentials were impeccable: I was a minority myself—a woman in a committed relationship with another woman…I knew how to talk about patriarchy and heterosexism. I was a cool white progressive, not an ignorant racist. Of course, what I was actually demonstrating was how completely oblivious I was.

No kidding. Instead of trying to amp down her racial anxiety out of basic decency, this author fed hers steroids and protein shakes, growing it to brontosaurus size before dressing it in neon diapers and parading it across America for years in a juggernaut of cringe that’s already secured a place as one of the great carnival grifts of all time. Nice Racism, the rare book that’s unreadable and morally disgusting but somehow also important, is the latest stop on the tour.

And this part actually made me laugh out loud:

Reading DiAngelo is like being strapped to an ice floe in a vast ocean while someone applies metronome hammer-strikes to the the same spot on your temporal bone over and over. You hear ideas repeated ten, twenty, a hundred times, losing track of which story is which. Are we at the workshop where Eva denies she’s a racist because she grew up in Germany, or the one where Bob and Sue deny they’re racist by claiming they think of themselves as individuals, or the one where the owning-class white woman erupts because no one will validate her claim that she’s not racist, because she’s from Canada?

Read the whole thing, of course.

It is perhaps belaboring the obvious to point out that Robin DiAngelo is a complete and utter cunte, utterly devoid of any self-awareness or knowledge of elementary social behavior.  She is, to put it bluntly, the kind of insufferable asshole whose behavior is so self-righteous and at the same time utterly vile so as to cause even her immediate family to avoid her.  If I was to use a scatological analogy – and I think I can – she is the biggest turd in the modern “race relations” punchbowl.

But the real value in Taibbi’s piece is the apt use of ridicule.  People like Robin DiAngelo deserve ridicule, all the time, every day and twice on Sunday.  It won’t shut her up; in fact, I suspect it will make her even more self-righteous and prolix.  Which is, of course, the intent.  The more this moron talks, the more ridiculous she looks.

This tactic should be applied to all such horse’s asses.  Maybe with enough ridicule, we can disengage some of these kinds of morons and get back to something resembling reasonable discourse.

Animal’s Daily Totally Not A Real Artist News

Before I start today’s rant:  Head over to see my latest over at Glibertarians!  This week it’s my pick for the top five American firearms.

Once again we can count on the British media to bring us the stories the U.S. legacy media deliberately ignores.  This time it’s Hunter Biden’s new career as an insanely-highly-paid artist.  As in “bribe conduit.”  Excerpt:

The White House helped broker the deal that would allow buyers of Hunter Biden’s paintings to remain confidential, despite widespread concerns it could lead to bribery and influence peddling, it was revealed on Thursday. 

The plan will allow Hunter Biden to forge ahead with his new career as an artist after a career change from a high-paid consultant on international deals, by also shielding him from the identities of those who purchase his pricey works.  

The deal came about after Biden administration staffers reached out to Hunter’s lawyers to forge a plan intended to ‘avoid’ ethics concerns and let the president’s son pursue his new career. 

But there are still questions over how the administration and his lawyers will stop individual buyers from reaching out to Hunter or someone revealing how much one of his paintings has been purchased for. 

The idea is avoid a situation where he knew who was buying his work so he might be in the position to do them a favor – although it still provides an opportunity for unidentified individuals to shovel large sums to the president’s son as he battles high living costs and legal fees. 

Read that last bit:  Even the Daily Mail isn’t mentioning the elephant in the room, which is that Hunter Biden is laundering bribe money to go to his father.  Or more likely, honestly, to Frau Doktor Professor Jill Biden, since the erstwhile POTUS is too busy drooling into a face-diaper to pay attention any more.

But here’s the real howler:

Neither Hunter nor the White House would know who the buyers are, in an effort to prevent special treatment.

Bull.  Fucking.  Shit.

Imagine if the crack-head son in question’s name was Trump instead of Biden.  The media would be on that like stink on shit, and the President would probably have been impeached a third time.  The reaction of the legacy media to this has been nothing short of shameful.

Now that that’s said – go to the linked article and look at some of Hunter Biden’s “art.”  A chimpanzee with a child’s watercolor set could do better.  The Old Man was a well-known Midwestern artist of some renown from the mid Sixties to the early Nineties, with his own space in the Iowa State Capitol where one of his paintings always hung.  I can only imagine what he would have had to say about this.

But hey!  No more mean tweets!

Goodbye, Blue Monday

Goodbye, Blue Monday!

Thanks as always to The Other McCain, Pirate’s Cove, Bacon Time and Whores and Ale for the Rule Five links!

And now:  Oh, for the luvva Pete, this is ridiculous.  Now they’re coming after Dr. Seuss.  Excerpt:

Dr. Seuss, the beloved children’s author that has taught generations of Americans to love reading at very early ages, has suddenly come under fire for supposedly displaying “racial undertones” and “white supremacy.” A radical education group associated with the Southern Poverty Law Center (SPLC) issued a report that declares Dr. Seuss books display troubling signs of “Orientalism” and “anti-blackness.” Now at least one school district, with a board dominated by liberals, has instructed its libraries to remove Dr. Seuss books from its shelves.

The Daily Wire reports:

Learning for Justice — a left-wing educators group — is demanding that Dr. Seuss be canceled. A prominent Virginia school district has taken marching orders and ordered its schools to avoid “connecting Read Across America Day with Dr. Seuss.”

Loudoun County Public Schools, one of the nation’s most affluent school districts, announced that it will no longer recognize Dr. Seuss on his birthday. In an announcement obtained by The Daily Wire, the school district said that Dr. Suess’s children’s books contain “racial undertones” that are not suitable for “culturally responsive” learning.

Learning for Justice, formerly known as Teaching Tolerance, is the education arm of the SPLC. It issued a report critical of Dr. Seuss in advance of the national Learn to Read Day, which coincides every year with his birthday on March 2. The group has been at this effort for a while. In a 2019 article,Teaching Tolerance wrote:

Until recently, Read Across America Day was—in everything but title—National Dr. Seuss Day. It’s even celebrated on March 2, his birthday. If you’re like me, you remember teachers wearing the iconic Cat in the Hat top hat/tie combo. You might recall school librarians or administrators dressing up as Thing One and Thing Two or a school lunch when Green Eggs and Ham were served. This is America, and it’s probably not much of a stretch to guess that you probably have a favorite Dr. Seuss book (mine is probably Hop on Pop).

You may have noticed that Read Across America has looked a little different for the last few years. Rather than exclusively celebrate the works of Dr. Seuss, as it had done since 1998, in 2017 the NEA shifted its focus to “Celebrating a Nation of Diverse Readers.” They began prominently featuring titles focused on diverse American experiences.

Now this here is some stupid, stupid shit.

Consider the source, though:  The Southern Poverty Law Center, a notorious sack-o-crap whose members shriek “RACIST!” at any statement or output from anyone to the political left of Leon Trotsky.

What’s left when these people are done proscribing anything that might, at some point, ever, given offense to the most hypersensitive among us?  I think the safe and, indeed, prudent answer to that is “nothing.”

When I was in high school, a group of parents was going around trying to get signatures from parents on a petition to have The Grapes of Wrath removed from our school’s curriculum and the school library.  Why?  Because it used naughty words.  John Steinbeck, in the course of writing that book, actually spent time with displaced farmers working as transient labor in California in the 1930s and he represented their language as they actually spoke.

I was always pleased that when they came around to our place and stated their intentions and presented their petition, the Old Man politely and not in so many words, told them to go fuck themselves.

Accuracy and truth are apparently no proof against drawing the ire of the cancel-culture crowd.  As to where this ends, well, Ray Bradbury had an idea.

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China virus?

China virus.

(And by “China virus,” I mean, “Fuck off, slaver!”)