When parents complain about their children being indoctrinated and you say to your colleagues, your fellow educators, “Hey, let’s just lie about it.”
I paraphrase, of course. But just barely.
When parents complain about their children being indoctrinated and you say to your colleagues, your fellow educators, “Hey, let’s just lie about it.”
I paraphrase, of course. But just barely.
Including a wise cat; a duck-related drama; a suboptimal sofa situation; a brief history of gin and tonic; and when you’re ready to make a saint of the wrong colour carjacker.
Inevitably, objections to being shouted at, and sworn at, are framed with great haste as a sign of complicity in oppression… In short, when a suitably black or gay person shouts at you, you “need to be quiet and listen” – and by implication, should promptly defer, however wrong or ridiculous, or nakedly opportunist, the shouting person may be. You must “validate” their rage, and any incoherence, with lots of silent nodding, before rolling submissively onto your back.
Because reciprocal courtesy is “rooted in colonialism and white supremacy.”
Including a memorable webcam; our betters boasting; some body positivity; 3D-printed gummy vitamins; the islands of planet Earth; and how to glide without moving.
Behold ye, the works of Finnish artist Liu Susiraja.
No, don’t thank me.
Including the benefits of a window seat; a fiddlesome job; an interactive tour of nearby stars; pasta engineering; how to impress a man; and an extensive guide to film miniatures and model-making.
Including a reefer party of note; one lady’s romantic hygiene routine; a brief history of stain-concealing carpets; how to rotate your headquarters during office hours; and what happens when you (unwittingly) put your head in a particle accelerator.
Including an unfortunate trophy malfunction; how to master a foreign tongue; the hot date of your dreams; a hardcore headline; how not to sell a mirror; and some unsupervised potatoes.
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Husband goes to work, pays the bills, plays with the children, tidies the house, buys groceries, and does the laundry with remarkable efficiency.
Subverting the preferences of parents regarding their own children, and disdaining parents who object as moral and cognitive inferiors, driven only by ignorance and “privilege” – and doing all this with an air of self-satisfaction and self-elevation, as “equity leaders” bravely correcting the world – well, this has obvious appeal, for certain kinds of people. Certain personalities.
And given their preoccupation with “microaggressions,” at least when purported victims are deemed sufficiently brown, our woke educators seem oddly unconcerned by the likely effect on white peers, and on white children, of continually being told, based on clown-shoe woo, that their pallor is problematic, harmful, the cause of all injustice. Something to atone for. Something to be fixed.
Including a warning to new parents; the widget you’ve always wanted; the thrill of wood steaming; a sticky situation; and scenes of hardcore waitressing.
Including the hazards of bouncing; a tempting invitation; a captivated cat; scenes of human cunning; and the thrill of hammer restoration.
Readers may wish to ponder just how often ladies of the left feel a need to list their mental health problems, as if engaged in some kind of competition, while demanding that the rest of us aspire to their greatness, emulate their lifestyles, and do as they say.
Yes, I’ve been reading Scary Mommy, where leftist mothers enlighten the world.
Fat activist sees the word ‘obesity’ on a COVID-19 vaccination form. Trauma and oppression are promptly invoked.
But they remained silent at the event, as did everyone else, out of “respect.”
Frances Widdowson describes the “indigenised” Canadian university, where pretending is everything.
Including a plan gone awry; amplified squirrels; an unlikely lumberjack; a brief guide to London’s alleys and passages; and things you’ll find on a lesbian dating app.
It was brutal… the most traumatic thing I have ever experienced.
A student at the University of Minnesota encounters the police.
Be sure to watch the video.
Including some memorable wall damage; acapella idents; the thrill of tadpole migration; scenes of modern romance; and a miracle breakthrough in rapid beer consumption.
Imagine being an educator, the principal of a school, and proudly issuing parents with a paranoid racist pamphlet titled The Eight Types of Negro, dense with conspiracy theory, and with almost every option somewhat unflattering. I invert the races, of course. But apparently this is where we are now. In the fiefdom of the progressive.
From the last item here.