“Enlightenment” in the Service of the Infantile

I've never seen or listened to more than about three minutes of Don Imus. My impression of him is negative, which may be accurate or inaccurate according to my values, but I really don't care enough about him, one way or the other, to find out whether I'm missing anything I'd rather not miss. I was driving home from a grocery run and NPR had the nappy-headed hos Rutgers women's basketball team on with their press conference and I just couldn't help but laugh my ass off. Jesus Christ. On and on. Poor little babies. They got called names. Just look at those pathetic faces. Reminds me of my 4-year-old nephew, Hunter, when he thinks he's got an angle on some sympathy. Reminds me... Shit; it's exactly like my 4-year-old nephew. Aren't children supposed to have learned the sticks-&-stones meme before going off to college? Look; I'm not adverse to the general enlightenment (which is exactly what it is: racism, bigotry, and what have you, is chiefly a symptom of ignorance). This is not enlightenment. This is the politics of victimhood and pond scum like Jesse Jackson, et al, are happy to chew these pawn-girls up in the service of...

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Richard Nikoley

I'm Richard Nikoley. Free The Animal began in 2003 and as of 2022, contains over 5,000 posts. I blog what I wish...from health, diet, and food to travel and lifestyle; to politics, social antagonism, expat-living location and time independent—while you sleep—income. I celebrate the audacity and hubris to live by your own exclusive authority and take your own chances. Read More
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