Oh Dear Me: Durham Potbangers Begin Exploring the Studio Space with Poetry Jams & Interpretative Dance

Via KC Johnson:

Ubuntu, the group co-founded by potbanger and Duke graduate student Serena Sebring, held a "["Creating a World without Sexual Violence:] National Day of Truthtelling" in Durham last week. The Orwellian call was not to demand "truth" from the DA's office, or the Police Department, or Bob Ashley's newsroom, but instead to suggest that the "truth" had not been exposed in the lacrosse case.

And I thought "Lightning bolt! Lightning bolt!" was embarrassing. At least those guys had cool armor, and didn't intend their video to circulate beyond their fellow gamers.

The left's pathetic, bathetic "Express Yourself!" culture champions this sort of clownishness, encouraging poets who are shit for poetry and interpretive dancers who look like they're staggering away from the lobotomy table. They must be "creative," they must perform, despite their utter lack of creativity or craft.

They remind me of this wonderful observation of Michael Caine's in Dirty Rotten Scoundrels:

Lawrence Jamieson: Freddy, as a younger man, I was a sculptor, a painter, and a musician. There was just one problem: I wasn't very good. As a matter of fact, I was dreadful.

I finally came to the frustrating conclusion that I had taste and style, but not talent. I knew my limitations.

We all have our limitations, Freddy. Fortunately, I discovered that taste and style were commodities that people desired.

Freddy, what I am saying is: know your limitations. You are a moron.

Indeed. Like Freddy, they can never come to Jamieson's sad realization, because they are morons. And unlike Jamieson, they don't even have the taste and style to even fake talent.

Also from Durham in Wonderland: notice that Amanda Marcotte has finally addressed the Not A Rape case:

Amanda Marcotte --taking a page from extremists among the Group of 88--recently posted a comment on her blog, announcing, "Having never accused anyone directly of anything, I have no idea what I'm supposed to apologize for. Oh yeah—being a feminist and opposed to rape and sexual harassment."

One of her own readers explained, "Amanda, how about apologizing for this: 'Can't a few white boys sexually assault a black woman anymore without people getting all wound up about it? So unfair.' Again, I ask, What sexual assault are you referring to? Again, I ask, What sexual assault do you continually refer to when bashing those three lacrosse players? Again, I ask, Why were they guilty until proven innocent, and even then continually guilty, according to you?"

The comment thread is particularly notable for its willful ignorance: among Marcotte's defenders, about the only piece of news they appear to have witnessed since April 6, 2006 is Duff Wilson's August New York Times article, which was frequently (and fawningly) referenced.

John Edwards' hand-picked "blogmistress." His wife Elizabeth is a huge fan.

Feminism -- strong form, not the vaguer, older idea that women ought to have rights, opportunity, and respect, and all that gay shit -- has been a fantasy ideology since its degeneration into dementia sometime in the seventies.

Pretty much the only thing that the current feminists stand for is a woman's right to behave precisely as viciously stupidly as the fat, drunk boor at the end of the bar who won't shut the hell up despite the fact it's plain to everyone, including himself, he has no idea what he's talking about and is chiefly screaming and hurling insults in a pathetic attempt to assert he matters.

posted by Ace at 03:49 AM

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