October 25, 2016
Being away from home for the first time, given a new vocabulary specifically designed to express grievances, and “safe spaces” in which to do so, it is no wonder that genuine victims of sexual (or some lesser form of) abuse (or neglect, or even their parents” divorce) act out.
If you”ve ever thought, observing campus crazies from the hippies on up, that they”re mad at their daddies about something, you might have been closer to the truth than you know, or want to. Yelling about “the patriarchy” and “campus rape culture” is a psychologically close-enough “knockoff,” providing a more or less approved outlet for organically grown, pent-up fury.
I also think, but obviously can”t prove, that the precocious sexuality that’s apparently commonplace among African-Americans partially fuels the Black Lives Matter movement. Again: We all know that the particular cases they tend to go, well, ballistic about are the ones with the least merit. But the facts and statistics clearly don”t matter. So what if much of this unhinged, sometimes fatal inner-city hysteria springs from faulty sexual wiring?
Early days, it became faddish to connect Islamic terrorism and sexual frustration, remember? Was that dumb? Am I just as guilty of projecting my own personal shit on society with this theory as the people I”m theorizing about?
But first, go vote for The Thing. Because we can”t let the Japs win in the end, right?