The above is the title of a great song by The Ben Folds Five that trenchantly describes X Generation cultural ennui. Or something. And in a way the title describes the Progressive Mob trolling the internet looking for new victims to threaten. They do this because they apparently have nothing more constructive to do with their lives.
Case in point: I got a blast email from the director of The McCarter Center, a performing arts center at Princeton University. (You can see where this is going already.) I have never met this man and know nothing about him other than what I read in this email:
It looks from here like this poor man got spanked for saying something that, in a more sane era, he would never have to apologize for. I hope they don’t fire him. The painful indignity of being forced to send an email like this would be too high a price to pay for me to keep my job. (That’s why I’m not in management.)
I wish the email had been more like this.
In an email I sent earlier today, I used the phrase “Arts and Culture Matter” in the subject line. This made Black Lives Matter activists swarm like sharks fighting for chum thrown in the water. Apparently, I’m the chum.
Please get over it. A university education is supposed to give you resilience, not spectral disorders. You should consider that if you’re on this mailing list, you live a life of privilege. Everyone associated with Princeton does. So among your peers, you really can’t throw shade on anybody. Go cancel yourself, punks. I’m not having it.
Somebody’s got to be the grownup in the room. So listen: What I wrote was a sincere message taken out of context by people who have few actual values worthy of the name. I’m not apologizing, because there is nothing to apologize for; and in any case, there is no one among you who is worthy to receive the apology.
If you have any questions, write to me. I’ll tell you exactly what I think of you.
Good luck and God bless, Mr. Rosenberg. If you survive this stupidity, maybe I’ll drive down to the campus and catch a play.