Who’s Moses? (WTF!)
Camille Paglia’s plight is not her own; a great multitude shares in it, and I’m one of them.
Sure, not the self-admitted gender dysphoria (then again, did I like The Greatest Showman just a little TOO much?), but rather her experience and diagnosis of the modern student.
Enabled, coddled and feeble-minded. Lambs to the self-victimization slaughter.
It’s gotten to the point in which I’m no longer surprised that students don’t know who Moses is–their teachers and their culture are to blame for that–or that they blame capitalism–the system of free exchange and cooperation responsible for their incredible historical wealth–for all of their perceived, mostly imagined ills. Worse than all that, indeed, is their mental passivity. By osmosis, a real brain-drain, they go along with who’s ever the loudest and in the greatest perceived numbers. Been to a college campus recently? These schools are making their mottos: veritas, vox clamantis in deserto, terras irradient nothing but historical punch lines to sick jokes.
And, sick jokes these “schools” are; so long as they dump on and try to silence the Pagilas of the world.
