Pouring Benzine on the Fire
Such are the people who confront us in this miserable war. In witness, I invite you to have a look at the following. It is a puerile opinion piece in the Daily KOS (of Kent State University, Ohio), with over a thousand reader comments trailing in its wake. The writer seems to be an undergraduate bimbo who perfectly recalls everything that her professor said, and the subject, as you will soon find out, is the proposed academic curriculum of 'Male Studies'. You might already be aware that this idea has drawn a shitstorm of unreasoning acrimony, if not downright vitriol, from certain quarters:
Setting the Record Straight on the Sanctimonious Male Studies Set - by Kaili Joy Gray aka Angry Mouse
The article and the reader thread, you will note, are all of a piece. Not surprisingly for the Daily KOS, it is the effluent of a left-wing academic ghetto: an echo chamber reverberating with snide, twittering, college educated smart-assery and self-preening cutesy sophistication, a place for intellectually inbred twits who have never in their lives had to answer to anybody but themselves. And if I am mistaken about this, then they had better step right up and answer to ME, and mind their tone of voice while they're about it!
Contrary to the escalating trend elsewhere, dissenting voices on the comment thread are few and far between. But I reckon that's understandable; after all, this is the Daily KOS! We're talking about diehards here!
But truly, I don't think I have ever seen a group of people that more richly deserves to have its collective ass barbecued and handed to it with a bucket of tabasco, than the lot we are observing here. If they are meaning to stir up an ugly, nasty, brutish social war. . . then I believe they are following the correct recipe. Yes, they are pouring benzine on the fire! And by sharing this now, to the accompaniment of my acid-dipped, razor-wired commentary, I am pouring more! Is there realistically any other way to roll? I want you, my reader, to read this and get sizzling mad. I want you to store up rage in your heart, and pass that feeling along to others.
In parting (since I have established the proper mood), please partake of the following if you didn't do so earlier: