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Separation of college and sex
I’ve just finished The Campus Rape Frenzy, by K. C. Johnson and Stuart Taylor, Jr. The subtitle – The Attack on Due Process at America’s Universities – should dash any false hopes that this book is a STEVE SMITH adventure. It’s about how the federal government forced – or probably the right word is egged on – colleges to provide inadequate hearings for male students accused of sexual misconduct.
The usual scenario is that Bob
and Betty

Drive safely, indeed two hypothetical students at Hypothetical U, both drink a lot of booze, then get together and have sex.

Here’s a picture of the booze Later, sometimes much later, Betty decides that she was raped and, after failing to persuade the real-world judicial system of the reality of the crime (or neglecting to report the alleged crime to the real-world judicial system at all), takes the case to the campus “justice” system.
In the name of being Tough on Rapists, the federal government – invoking the anti-sex-discrimination statute, Title IX – has encouraged the campus SJWs who were already pressing for making campus “courts” accuser-friendly. The campus “judges” are students, administrators and faculty who have been trained to view accusers sympathetically and to be on the lookout for those predatory rapists responsible for 1 in 5 or 1 in 4 coeds getting sexually assaulted. These “judges” are warned that the idea of large numbers of false accusations is a myth, and “only” 2%-8% of accused men are actually innocent. These statistics are phony, as the authors show.
Never mind, though – combined with the “judges’” training is their ability to ignore many traditional due-process restraints on their power, restraints which might allow the accused man to throw a wrench or two in the accusation. The “courts” can put the defendant on trial on really short notice, they can limit his right to cross-examine the accuser, invoke the assistance of a lawyer, or present evidence in his own favor (there’s a lot of cases where the texts the “victim” sent at the time of the “rape” are not consistent with the behavior of the victim of such a crime, but the “judges” aren’t always interested in seeing these texts).
Sometimes the trial is conducted by one person hired by the college to conduct and investigation and reach a verdict, without holding a full-dress hearing in front of both parties as in traditional Anglo-American trials. The judge/investigator just interviews the witnesses, gives the accused a (perhaps incomplete) summary of what the witnesses said, and then reaches a verdict.
It almost gets to be like the old joke of the judge who didn’t want to hear the other side because hearing both sides tended to confuse him.
All rise for His Honor The bottom line is Bob is branded a rapist and suspended or expelled. It’s kind of hard for him to get another college to accept him, and many employers, seeing that the guy was branded a rapist, will be like “don’t call us, we’ll call you.”
So if Bob or his family has enough money he can sue, and maybe win or maybe lose. But any victory, while it benefits Bob, doesn’t necessarily benefit the next guy who comes along accused of rape in the Kampus Kangaroo Kourt.
And if there actually was a rape? In that case only the real-world justice system can impose the prison sentence needed to keep the rapist away from the public for term of years. Throwing an actual rapist out of college and out onto the streets seems a tad lenient, and not entirely safe.

You want to teach rapists not to rape? Send them to one of these educational institutions. Johnson and Taylor have all sorts of perfectly sensible ideas for reform, but I want to focus on one idea they reject.
Johnson and Taylor indicate that it might be desirable to discourage students from getting drunk and screwing. This might annoy Jimmy Buffett (NSFW), as well as the “don’t blame the victim – teach rapists not to rape” crowd. But such discouragement is a good idea as far as it goes. Rape accusations flourish, as a practical matter, in vaguely-remembered encounters which may be regretted once sober, adding to which is how easy it is (according to university regulations) for alcohol to make consent to sex irrelevant. And current dogma means that if both Bob and Betty are drunk when they have sex, Bob is raping Betty but not vice versa. How colleges reconcile this doctrine with Title IX’s ban on sex discrimination is unclear, but that’s how the system operates.
But Johnson and Taylor don’t go all the way (so to speak). They frown on drunken sex, but they scoff at the idea of discouraging student sex in general. They acknowledge that, given the kind of cases which lead to these “he said/she said” controversies, a good survival strategy might be “celibacy,” but the authors dismiss this as a “nonstarter[]” which “few will find appealing.” College students in the past – often from necessity – often managed not to rut like bunnies while pursuing their studies, but I suppose the idea is that we’re a more sophisticated, liberated, non-taboo-having, healthier people today.

“I hate going to these orgies – so many thank-you notes to write afterwards.” /old joke What if colleges simply stopped encouraging student sex? That could make moot the question of how to handle drunken hookups by their students.
Don’t mistake my meaning – I am speaking of the separation of college and sex, not the abolition of sex itself, although of course as you know abolishing sex is the ultimate objective of the Catholic conspiracy.
Colleges can only do so much, and training the horniness out of its students is something which is beyond their capacity. But that doesn’t mean a college should provide boinking facilities for its students. No using dorms as sleepover facilities, fraternity would-be orgies, etc.
When I worked as a student dormitory assistant, checking students into and out of their rooms, I felt like the clerk at a sleazy hotel. My job wasn’t to keep the guys out of the girls’ rooms or vice versa, but to make sure they left their student IDs at my office before going upstairs for their…whatever it was they did (probably not canasta).

I was also the piano player Did colleges put up with this sort of thing in the past? No – although students weren’t any less horny than today. College education wasn’t as near-universal as now, you needed some money or enough talent to get a scholarship, but if you had one of these qualifications there were plenty of institutions to choose from. But generally, the colleges at least made an effort to keep the students on the straight and narrow.
Mandatory chapel. Curfews. If the college admitted women (not a given), then there was separation between the sexes, and social events needed chaperones.
“Don’t mind me, you kids just have fun.” Most students wouldn’t put up with that today. But that’s all right, most students don’t need to be at a modern residential college.
We’re in a situation where colleges and universities ought to downsize anyway. A four-year sojourn at a residential college (often involving indebtedness and fairly sketchy post-college plans for promptly paying off that indebtedness) is not an essential part of every young person’s life, if it ever was.
There are some career paths which may require studying at a residential college, some career paths which may call for online education (dropping by the local public library for proctored exams), and some career paths which may call for a good high school education (where it can be found) and/or an apprenticeship.
And there are some people who may still go in for a liberal arts education as defined by Cardinal Newman – learning for its own sake, including the things associated with being a learned person, including theology, the “queen of the sciences.”

Blessed John Henry Newman In each of these situations, the college can separate itself from enabling its students’ sex lives.
If a student is working on his or her online degree while holding down a job, then their college life and social life will run on separate tracks, for the most part, or if they get together with other students it will be off campus and they’ll have signed all sorts of forms that the college won’t be liable for broken hearts, broken bones, disease, death, etc., resulting from independently developing relationships with other students.
Or if students are taking one of those intensive courses of study which requires a residential program, they should be warned to do their foolishness (if any) while they’re off campus.
And at least in theory, nontraditional-age students supplementing their education, often online or through occasional visits to campus for class purposes, will have homes of their own and any kinkiness they do will be in those homes (and they should ask their spouses first, if any).
And for those few liberal-arts residential colleges which survive the coming shakeup of higher education – those colleges should be unashamedly elitist, recruiting students who are actually committed to a course of study, with socializing with the other sex limited to chaperoned activities like in earlier times.
(If a young man and woman meet at a residential college (or before going) and decide to get married, then of course after their marriage the college should put them in married-student housing.)
I guess the one downside to my scheme would be that it would force the SJW “student life” bureaucrats to get other work.
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Monday Morning Links
Hope everyone has had a nice weekend and a good last several days. I was completely out of it for a couple days there. A fever pushing 103 will do some strange shit to you over a 16 hour stretch. Some strange shit. But I’m back…much to the chagrin of a few people on here I’m sure. And a special thanks for the other Glibs that kept the mornings going (better than I could have) while I was gone. Thanks, Brett L and OMWC. And Swissy for helping in the shuffle on extra afternoon duty. If I missed anybody, I apologize. I really was in bad shape.
Anyway, I’m back playing at about 75% today. Still not up to full speed but on the mend. Which allows me to bring you….the links!

Min Bahadur Sherchan A guy literally died doing what he loved to do. And people want to stand on his body and make a law he would obviously not agree with.
Fake news? Fake news ain’t shit compared to what’s happening with “Fake Law”.
Hey, maybe the crowd lost their audio and were waiting for the person on stage to set off on a badass rendition of Papa’s Got A Brand New Bag. Nah, they knew they were cheering for Waters. But I wonder if they know she can barely put two sentences together without making at least one factual and two grammatical errors? Seriously, that lady is so dumb she makes Nancy Pelosi look like Marie Curie.
Well the French picked Macron over LaPen by a pretty wide margin. And it looks like he faces a pretty big uphill challenge, as do all Europeans that embrace the super-state bureaucracy.

This man wants history erased. 
This man wants it preserved. Those who want to erase history vs those who want to remember it (which include some for the wrong reasons): Welcome to New Orleans. (TW: NYT comments offer their usual insight into the stunted mind of progressives) Also, try this shit on Monument Avenue in Richmond and you wouldn’t see protesters. You’d see mobs surrounding those statues to protect them from revisionist assholery.
Here’s one for the hoi polloi. Just in case you’ve ever wondered why Two Buck Chuck is so cheap.
Anyway, its good to be back. I’ll be 100% soon, so watch out. Oh, and this is probably one of the aforementioned politician’s best jams.
Have a great start to your week. I’m gonna try to make a few bucks and then take the kids to the zoo.
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ZARDOZ LINKS OF SUNDAY NIGHT BUMMER
ZARDOZ SPEAKS TO YOU, HIS CHOSEN ONES. ZARDOZ HAS NOT BEEN HAVING A GOOD WEEKEND…”ZARDOZ, PEOPLE TEND TO FLEE IN TERROR WHEN YOU SHOW UP WITH A DELIVERY.” “ZARDOZ, YOU TAKE UP AN AWFUL LOT OF ROOM IN OUR PARKING LOT”…THEN THE LAST STRAW – ZARDOZ ONE ADVANTAGE OF FLIGHT…WELL, SEE FOR YOURSELF.

REPLACED BY A DRONE?! BOTTOM LINE…ZARDOZ NEEDS A NEW GIG. AND BEFORE ANY OF HIS CHOSEN ONES SUGGEST LYFT OR UBER…NO GO. LAST BRUTAL THAT BOARDED ZARDOZ BROUGHT A WHOLE SHITSTORM OF TROUBLE TO PARADISE.
ZARDOZ NEEDS TO FIGURE THIS OUT. BUT IN THE MEANTIME, HIS CHOSEN ONES CAN HAVE SOME LINKS.THAT MUCH ZARDOZ WILL DO FOR YOU.
- AMERICAN LOCAL GOVERNMENT BRUTALS ALL READ THIS IN JEALOUSY AND WONDER.
- ARMS RACE IN TASTELESS LEFT WING JOKES?
- BOSTON BRUTAL ENGAGES IN A POLEMIC.
- CHICAGO GANG BRUTALS DROP A DIME ON FELLOW MEMBERS.
ENJOY THE LINKS, MY CHOSEN ONES – ZARDOZ HAS TO GO FIGURE OUT HOW TO FIT INTO THE GIG ECONOMY.
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A Clockwork Henson
If there’s someone to whom we could truly and nearly universally apply the descriptor “beloved,” it would have to be the late, great Jim Henson. His creative puppetry and voice acting charmed several generations, influenced thousands of other artists, educated millions of children, and entertained the hell out of everybody. In his personal life, he was by all accounts kind, caring, generous, down-to-earth, and an all around good guy.
So of course, I can’t resist bringing up the dark side. Unless you’re of a certain age and grew up in the Baltimore-DC area, where Henson went to school and got his start on local TV, you’re likely unfamiliar with his early work. Which was… interesting.
I’ll start with something bright, charming, and quasi-hallucinogenic, the commercial for Cloverland Dairy. Ask any elderly Baltimorean what the phone number was, and they’ll sing it to you. The puppetry is crude, fun, and creative. But note the lighting, with its suggestion of ominousness. It presages what is to come.
The real breakthrough was Wilkins Coffee… You can clearly see something like The Muppets take shape here. But Muppets gone terribly wrong. These short commercials were the violentest things on TV, even outdoing the Itchy and Scratchy shows. Every one had the same story arc: puppet doesn’t like Wilkins coffee. Other puppet kills him.The coffee sucked, but the commercials were great. Trigger Warning: Puppet mayhem.
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Sunday Morning Links
Coffee. Links. Clean up. Go to church. Yardwork.
OK, my Sunday is set. I’ll just put this coffee down and set out a few links for you to bat around this morning.
- Springtime for patronage in Chicagoland!
- Sad, angry ….both at once. That is how you feel reading this.
- A horse ran faster than a bunch of other horses.
- I do wonder what collection agency they would use.
Enjoy, do not enjoy. Snark, be serious – it is all up to you!
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ZARDOZ SATURDAY NIGHT LINKS
ZARDOZ SPEAKS TO YOU, HIS CHOSEN ONES. SINCE DELIVERY IS ZARDOZ’S ONLY RELEVANT EXPERIENCE (OTHER THAN PROMOTING THE KILLING OF BRUTALS) ZARDOZ COULD ONLY FIND PART TIME WORK AT THE MOMENT…

A LITTLE HELP LOADING THE BAGS? 
BUT NONE OF THIS STOPS ZARDOZ FROM DELIVERING LINKS TO YOU, HIS CHOSEN ONES.
- EVEN IF THE STORY WAS NOT ABSURD, ZARDOZ WOULD LINK IT JUST FOR THE HEADLINE.
- DO NOT BUY ME SOME PEANUTS AND CRACKERJACK…
- FLORIDA BRUTAL, REPORTS FOR DUTY.
- BAY STATE BRUTALS MIGHT HAVE TO PAY FOR THINGS!!!!!
ZARDOZ NEEDS TO GET GOING. LOTS OF DELIVERIES. DEEP DISH FOR EVERYONE!
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Overheard in the Grocery Store
Checker to Older Couple: Can you believe what they are doing to Obamacare?! I wish they would go after the Affordable Care Act instead!
Older Woman: Sweetie, it’s the same thing.
Checker: What? It can’t be! There are so many things I love in Obamacare and so many things I hate in the Affordable Care Act!
Older Man: Welcome to the world of legislation and politics!
Checker *shaking her head*: It just can’t be the same law.
Older Woman to Older Man: Bless her heart.
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Lyrical Analysis of “My Sex Junk”
People have been justifiably lambasting Bill Nye and Netflix over Rachel Bloom’s performance of “My Sex Junk” in Nye’s new series, Bill Nye Saves The World. And yet it seems that Bloom’s performance itself has, by and large, undeservedly escaped censure. Although “My Sex Junk” spectacularly plunges into unintentional self-mockery, allow me to have a grab at some of the lowest-hanging fruit ever produced.I’m no expert on song lyrics – in fact, I listen to mostly instrumental music – but I feel rather secure in thinking that Rachel Bloom’s “Sex Junk” doesn’t rise to the level of Paul Simon, Sarah McLachlan, or Noel Gallagher. It doesn’t even rise to the level of “Louie Louie”.
It begins on a stupid note, and only gets worse from there:
DJ SEAHORSE
This one goes out to all my bipeds
who identify as ladies!
And now enter…Rachel Bloom.
BLOOM
This world of ours
is full of choice
But must I choose between
only John or Joyce?
First of all, way to other Suzanne Somers there. But when did “choice” enter into this discussion? I thought this stuff was decided for you by biological urges.
Are my options
only hard or moist?
My vagina
has its own voice
So, you opt for “moist”, then? Or were you trying to look into adding teeth? A Doomcock? Tentacles? We’re two verses in, and we’re farther away from a point than when we started.
Not vocal cords
a metaphorical voice
Kudos on rhyming “voice” with “voice”. This is Shakespearean stuff.
[speaking]
Sometimes I do a voice for my vagina
Please don’t tell me I’m the only one who does that.
WOMEN HAVE VAGINAS AND THAT’S SO FUNNY! But what are we talking about here?
CHORUS
Cause my sex junk
Is so oh-oh-oh
Much more than
either or-or-or
I’d like to think that Rachel Bloom (born 1987) was a fan of Bill Nye’s as a little kid, and when she heard that Netflix was going to reboot his show, she was excited. And because she was a fan, she arranged to meet him; however, as so often happens, meeting your childhood heroes can be underwhelming, if not an outright disappointment. Nevertheless, during the meeting, she agreed to contribute something to his new project.
With the “meh” of their meeting fresh in her mind, Bloom moved the Nye project onto the back burner for months until, suddenly, the deadline loomed large on the horizon. Frantically, she scratched words on to the page, all the while cursing herself for not backing out of the project. The midnight oil burned through the smallest hours, there wasn’t a single grain of cocaine anywhere in sight, and she was falling asleep at the keyboard. She looked over the latest revision of the first draft: It’ll be fine. I’ll do a stupid dance, I’ll do the vagina voice joke. No one’s going to be parsing every single word, they’ll be laughing too hard.
If that isn’t what happened, if this is the best that Rachel Bloom could come up with, and if Bill Nye and his people reviewed the material and said “This is great!”, then fuck it. I’m going on a shooting spree. I can’t believe producers threw money at a bunch of placeholder lyrics written by an insane person and then presented this material as educational and/or entertaining. Wrapping my shoes in duct tape is more enlightening than this stuff, and way more fun.
Power bottom
or a top off
Versatile love
may have some butt stuff
WHEN ARE WE GETTING TO THE GENDER IDENTITY PART??
It’s evolution
ain’t nothin’ new
there’s nothin’ taboo
about a sex stew
Well, we’ve touched on Jack and Janet, sexual organs, role-play, sex acts, and evolution. Nothing about the topic du jour.
Just add salt
or Gerard Depardieu
[spoken]
French treasure
If we’re forced to live with the heavy hand of the state anyway, I’d like for everyone involved with this travesty to be arrested, and their assets seized, on the grounds that this video is promoting pedophilia. My justification goes like this:
1) Bill Nye,The Science Guy was a show aimed at children. His reappearance on Netflix could fool parents into thinking that his current show is aimed at children, thus exposing them to age-inappropriate content like this
2) Gerard Depardieu starred in 1993’s My Father The Hero with a then-14-year old Katherine Heigl. One of the film’s set-pieces involved a musical number in which Depardieu’s character was misunderstood to be singing about the joys of romantic love with underage girls. Clearly, Bloom’s reference to Gerard Depardieu is expressing solidarity with that idea
3) As is well-known, the French Treasure is a particularly sordid sex act involving foie gras, spools of pastel-tinted yarn, a half-dozen Gauloises, and a schoolgirl uniform. Or so I’m told
4) The French are all a bunch of perverts
CHORUS
Cause my sex junk
Is so oh-oh-oh
Much more than
either or-or-or
If they’re alive, I’ll date ’em
Channing or Jenna Tatum
I’m up for anything
Don’t box in my box
Let me rewrite this so that…let’s say, “it’s less incomprehensible”. Because “it makes sense” is the wrong phrase here:
I’m not very selective
about my sex partners
I’ll even have sex with super-hot celebrity couples
It’s so cool how I’m not a prude
Still waiting on something – anything – about transgenderism.
Give someone new a handy
then give yourself props
I’m not even going to comment on this toe-jam posing as a couplet, because the video now takes a sudden nosedive into the darkest depths of stupid.
[ENTER: Man with glasses taped in the middle. He is wearing a collared shirt, dark tan khakis pulled up too high. His shirt pocket is loaded with pens. He is a NERD]
NERD
Oh, you think you’re so smart
Did you learn gay in college?
I told you he’s a nerd. See, only nerds have prudish ideas about gay being a lifestyle choice which young people are fooled into choosing at liberal universities. Who isn’t aware of that particular nerd stereotype? That’s what makes “My Sex Junk” so funny and hard-hitting – how true to life it is.
BLOOM
Chill with all of that
while I drop some knowledge
“Give yourself props”, “drop some knowledge”? Awfully problematic, this white girl using language found in hip-hop, isn’t it? But I suppose the super-woke deserve a pass.
When she says “drop some knowledge”, I assume she means from the top of a ten-story building, shattering it into a million tiny shards of derp. Let’s see:
Sexuality’s a spectrum
everyone is on it
even you might like it
if you sit up on it
Oh, so this was about sexual orientation after all? Also: Rachel Bloom seems to think we can use the sexuality spectrum to pleasure ourselves with.
Drag queen, drag king
just do what feels right
You’re a tall pansexual
flirty wood sprite
But…but being a drag queen =/= sexual preference. We’re back to sexual identity now. Or are we?
Who enjoys a fleshlight
in the cold moonlight?
That question sounded familiar.
NERD
With a sad clown
Skyping by satellite?
This guy again? Because this dumpster fire of a performance wasn’t stupid enough?
BLOOM
Damn skippy, home slice
sing it with me all night
Is it wrong of me to wish that Rachel Bloom ends up in a dog-fighting ring as a contestant?
[The NERD and BLOOM slap high-fives and then the NERD pulls off tearaway pants. Goddammit, I hate my well-functioning eyeballs sometimes]
BLOOM
Sex how you want
it’s your goddamn right
Which amendment was that again? Because if you thought the whole gay wedding cake fiasco was a shit-show, wait until you’ve received a court order to bang Lindy West or Matt Yglesias.
CHORUS
Cause my sex junk
Is so oh-oh-oh
Much more than
either or-or-or
Get off your soapbox
get off your soapbox
Get off my soapbox? MY soapbox?? Excuse me, but one of us spent lots of time and many thousands of dollars to make an insipid music video on the subject of human sexuality AND IT WASN’T ME.
My sex junk’s better than
bagels with lox
With lots of schmear
“Excuse me, waiter? I’ll have the sex junk and a cup of Americano, please.”
[Performance ends with BLOOM, NERD, and RANDOM DANCER standing in tableau. MORONS in audience applaud wildly. VOTERS look on in horror, prepare to re-elect TRUMP]
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Saturday Morning Links
Good morning, Glibs. I somehow arose without a massive hangover, despite a fairly large amount of beer consumed yesterday. That news about Hekmatyar really got me down. But a large mug of coffee and some links will help make the day better.
- OMGERD! ELECTION HAXXOR!
- Yikes, that is some running, sub 2 hours or not.
- Icky Gunz Cause Trouble!
- Imma let you finish, but first let me delete this…
And there you have it. Saturday morning snark fodder. Enjoy!