Sober Advice

Earlier this week, my friend Ashten Whited wrote about “the danger of politicizing alcohol to young women:” noting the predictable feminist outrage that occurs every time someone suggests that women should watch their alcohol intake to mitigate the chances of rape, Whited writes:

It is not up for debate that drinking to excess can be dangerous, both physiologically and in terms of the predatory attention it attracts. Issuing proclamations to young women that drinking with impunity is a form of empowerment is deeply irresponsible. This is not a political issue.

She’s right, it’s not a political issue—but tell that to Jessica Valenti:

In addition to just being ineffective – women get raped drunk and sober, in skirts and in sweatpants – warnings to avoid alcohol in order to avoid being raped send a clear message to women: you can never make a mistake, or any crime committed against you will be at least partially your fault.

This is just shockingly dense. First of all, yes, women can get raped whether they’re drunk or sober—but the relevant component to this debate is not whether women do get raped, but when and how they’re most likely to get raped. It is much easier for a rapist to take advantage of a drunk woman than it is for him to take advantage of a sober one; that this needs explaining is just remarkable. Put another way: drivers can get in car accidents whether or not they’re drunk or sober, yet we still discourage drinking and driving for the simple fact that it makes having a wreck much more likely.

Dim, too, is the notion that we cannot counsel women against the dangers of binge drinking for fear of sending the message that “any crime committed against [them] will be at least partially [their] fault.” Obviously, we do not want to blame a raped woman for the sick, psychopathic motivations that compelled her rapist to violate her—that would make no sense and it would be counterproductive—and yet I am aware of no other type of crime in which the agency of the victim is so often and so furiously discounted. If I left my door open all night, for example, I would still not deserve to be robbed by a passing cat burglar; and yet could anyone pretend that my getting robbed was not “at least partially my fault?” Would it wrong to advise me to take the added precaution of locking my door at night? Of course not. Normal, intelligent people take steps to mitigate certain risks in their lives; for women, it’s sensible to moderate your alcohol intake when you’re in public and around strangers. For Valenti to so stridently and childishly avoid this rational conclusion is not just ignorant—it’s irresponsible to the many women who look to her as an intelligent and authoritative public figure. Shame on her.

She Said Gun!

Yesterday I noted that many anti-gun zealots are driven by an uptight kind of prudishness: many folks, for some reason, just seem to be offended by guns. Take, for example, the reaction to Joni Ernst’s little speech from a few years ago; in 2012, at an NRA event, the Senate candidate remarked:

“I have a beautiful little Smith & Wesson, 9 millimeter, and it goes with me virtually everywhere…But I do believe in the right to carry, and I believe in the right to defend myself and my family — whether it’s from an intruder, or whether it’s from the government, should they decide that my rights are no longer important.”

After waving some smelling salts under his nose and picking himself off of the floor, Steve Benen wrote at the MaddowBlog:

In the United States, if we believe our rights are being violated by the state, we turn to the courts. In Joni Ernst’s world, if we believe our rights are being violated by the state, we turn to guns.

Actually, no—there is no difference between “Joni Ernst’s world” and the United States, Ernst herself being a resident of this country (and a Senate candidate to boot). Obviously she was just throwing a little red meat to the NRA crowd—if she was serious about “defending herself” from a government that had “decide[d] her rights are no longer important,” she would have had ample reason to do so already. It’s obvious that Ernst is not campaigning for office in a government she hopes to overthrow. Still, even if we’re to assume that Ernst was speaking literally and not rhetorically, it’s probably safe to say that she’s not referring to a situation in which we merely “believe our rights are being violated:” even the most passionate right-wing whack-job militia types are known to exercise a little discretion when it comes to the whole topple-the-government thing. Guns are a last resort, not a first—something of which Ernst is doubtlessly aware.

Nevertheless, guns are a resort—for instances in which the government is too corrupt, too violent and too large to combat through “the courts,” which at that point are probably just puppet shows for the dictatorship anyway. Steve Benen appears to be hyperventilating at even the distant, fractional possibility of armed revolt— but of course that’s how the United States was founded in the first place, and the Declaration of Independence explicitly sanctions rebellion as a legitimate means of regime change. It’s really not that big of a deal, in other words, if some politician voices support for one of the foundational tenets of our country. Even the MaddowBlog can relax about it.

The New Puritanism

Anti-gun demonstrations are a fairly common occurrence in a country as saturated with guns as the United States—and yet sometimes the protests take a bizarre turn:

A Minnesota gun control activist sparks quite a Second Amendment and First Amendment rights debate after placing a large sign in her yard announcing to the world that her neighbor carried a gun — and she didn’t like it. Matthew Halleck, an Olmstead County resident, said keeping his two daughters safer is his primary concern, so he garnered a concealed carry permit to achieve his goal.

Kimberly Edson, Matthew Halleck’s neighbor, decided to alert the neighborhood that at least one resident possessed a concealed carry permit. “This man carries a loaded gun around your children every day,” her sign read. While some residents may have become alarmed by such an exercise of Second Amendment rights, others felt Halleck made the block a lot safer.

“Since we don’t have a way to stop him, we felt it was important to notify the neighborhood and the parents that there is an armed man in their presence. The first couple of days of school he had it very visible, we saw it and were quite concerned,” Kimberly Edson told ABC News 6. “He has a Second Amendment right to carry the gun, I have my First Amendment to say that I don’t like it,” she added.

Matthew Halleck is allegedly considering a libel lawsuit against Kimberly Edson, a suit that would almost certainly bear no fruit: it is not, after all, as if Edson has lied about Halleck. Nevertheless, Edson’s histrionic outburst is still remarkable to behold. Does she have any evidence that Halleck is violent, that he is a danger to children, or indeed that the average fellow carrying around a concealed weapon is a danger to children? I can’t imagine that she has any such proof that any of these suppositions are true; rather, she is simply angry that Halleck is doing something she doesn’t approve of, and she wants to publicly chastise him, and incite others to do the same.

I understand that there are people who do not “like” guns—who are not interested in using guns for self-defense, who do not appreciate their novel machinery, who don’t care about their indispensable roll in the history of the American Republic—and, assuredly, there’s nothing wrong with not taking an interest in firearms. Yet I am constantly struck by how prudish anti-gun zealots really are. When the topic of guns has come up in the past, I have observed many gun foes to visibly stiffen up, as if we had started discussing a genuinely disturbing and uncomfortable topic. Some time ago at dinner, my mom recounted a story in which a sleazy man was following her in his pickup truck while she walked her dog at night; I casually (and, truth be told, half-jokingly) suggested that it might have been useful to have been visibly carrying a revolver of which her quasi-stalker could have taken note. One of her left-leaning friends at the table immediately voiced her palpable disgust with the idea, claiming that it would have simply put my mother in more danger; when I tried to raise a friendly objection, she began shaking her head and saying, “Nope, nope, nope, nope.” It felt like the same response that a seventeenth-century Calvinist woman, say, might have put forward if sexually propositioned by a waggish ne’er-do-well scalawag: abject horror coupled with an affected denial that such a thing might even exist at all.

To be fair, sometimes guns can be scary, and the threat of guns can be real; though even then the situation can be complicated:

The day before her speech, university administrators received an e-mail warning that a shooting massacre would take place should Sarkeesian go ahead with her speech. “This will be the deadliest shooting in American history,” the message read, “and I’m giving you a chance to stop it.” The e-mail’s author signed with the name Marc Lepine, who, the Times explained, was “a person who killed 14 women in a mass shooting in Montreal in 1989 before taking his own life.”

When administrators told Sarkeesian that Utah law explicitly forbade them from having the campus police stop people with guns from attending her talk, Sarkeesian had little choice but to cancel.

Now, it’s entirely likely that the threat was a fake one, issued by a sick, deranged prankster who was disgusted with Sarkeesian exercising her right to free speech. But just imagine for  a second that the threat was real, and a psycho gunman was planning to show up at the speech and open fire. Is it likely that he would be kept out of the event by “administrators” attempting to “stop people with guns from attending” the speech? Put another way, if a gunman wants to get into a public place, what’s to stop him—a gun-free zone? Hardly. Adam Lanza, after all, took his guns into the most gun-free zone of all—an elementary school—and he shot open a locked door to get there. You can’t keep these guys out, in other words, not if they’ve determined to get in. “Utah’s gun laws could not have been more precisely designed to compel the cancellation,” writes the author of this piece. Sorry, but that’s false. You can dislike guns and liberalized gun laws if you want, but you shouldn’t make things up to advance your cause; it’s unseemly, and you look like a fool.

A Revolution of Questionable Merit

The Freedom Socialist Party—a “revolutionary, socialist feminist organization, dedicated to the replacement of capitalist rule by a genuine workers’ democracy”—has drawn some excellent criticism for, on the one hand, advocating for a $20 per hour minimum wage and, on the other hand, offering a job in its ranks for only $13 per hour. Hey, even socialists have to acknowledge economic reality every once in a while—though Doug Barnes, the national secretary of the party, defended the rock-bottom wages from an ideological perspective:

“We’re practicing what we’re preaching in terms of continuing to fight for the minimum wage,” Barnes said, making his first public comment on the controversy. “But we can’t pay a lot more than $13.”

Maybe if they dialed up the revolutionary feminism a bit, they’d get more financial backing. Anyway, it’s pretty hilarious for a socialist organization to whine about being unable to afford a high minimum wage—as if that hasn’t been the capitalist argument all along. According to Barnes, however, raising the minimum wage to $20 an hour would actually allow the party to offer a higher-paying position:

“Our donor base would all be affected, and the low-wage workers who support us with $5 to $6 a month would be able to give more,” he said. “That would affect our ability to pay higher wages as well.”

This is just daffy. For starters, if the wage were raised to $20 per hour, then the Freedom Socialist Party’s budget would undoubtedly become tighter in the process; the party’s income theoretically might increase, but—assuming it pays any of its employees less than $20 per hour—its outlays would correspondingly rise as well. It is odd, though, that Barnes assumes that the party’s “donor base” would be automatically willing to donate more money to the cause: who’s to say that these “low-wage workers” might not have something better on which to spend their newfound wages than a political organization? Is the socialist argument for raising the minimum wage really, even in part, coming to: “Hey, it’ll increase socialist party contributions?”

At any rate, $20 an hour is a fairly outrageous wage hike, even for a political faction so economically illiterate as socialism: even the very liberal Paul Krugman claims that “setting a minimum wage of, say, $20 an hour would create a lot of problems.” Depending on how much it pays its hourly employees, establishing such a high minimum wage might very well cause the Freedom Socialist Party to scrap many of its paid positions and start offering unpaid internships or volunteer opportunities in their place. If that happens, you can be assured they’ll find a way to blame “capitalism” for the results of their own ignorant politics.

Speaking of dimwitted statists, a “progressive socialist” in Michigan went on a recent rampage at Oakland University; his targets were libertarians, and his weapon of choice was rather surprising:

“I just came from Texas, I have Ebola, and now I’m going to give it to you,” Mitchell can be heard saying…

According to witnesses, Mitchell licked his hand and tried to wipe his saliva off on the students.

Mitchell called the students “fascists” and blamed their political beliefs for the spread of Ebola.

“Without a public health system, we are going to have the spread of Ebola,” Mitchell told them. “Libertarians don’t want a public health system so you’re a fascist.”

I don’t think the young man knows quite what fascism is. Anyway, it’s worth noting that, at least in his weird fantasy scenario, it’s Mitchell, the self-described “socialist,” who was responsible for transmitting Ebola: the small-government libertarians were innocent victims, and the big-government lunatic was the one who was spreading disease and chaos. Like the Freedom Socialist Party, our young Michigan socialist was perpetrating the very injustices of which he was accusing the Right. If the socialist Left is this brazenly ignorant on a micro level, why on Earth would we ever want them in charge of our government?

Climate Change Goes Crackers

Over at Pocket Full of Liberty today, you can find my latest piece on climate change hysteria: “The Death of Global Warmism.” Global warming appears to have suffered a “death,” at least insofar as there has been no warming of the globe for nearly two decades; but it’s global warmism—the ideology that has driven the histrionic climate change movement—that is suffering the most prominent death throes. To be fair, if your entire raison d’être were falling apart—if the environmental phenomenon you were fighting against appeared to not really exist at all—wouldn’t you go a little nuts, too?

Speaking of nuts, I mentioned authoress Naomi Klein in my article; Klein considers many corporate profits to be “not legitimate in an era of climate change.” The Left, of course, has always had a marked disdain for profits of any kind, but the double threat of corporate profits that accentuate “climate change” is just too much for them to bear, as Klein herself shows in an op/ed in yesterday’s Guardian:

The astronomical profits these companies and their cohorts continue to earn from digging up and burning fossil fuels cannot continue to haemorrhage into private coffers. They must, instead, be harnessed to help roll out the clean technologies and infrastructure that will allow us to move beyond these dangerous energy sources, as well as to help us adapt to the heavy weather we have already locked in.

When Naomi Klein says she wants to “harness” your profits, you’d better run for cover. Actually, it might be helpful if someone would point out to her that it’s not “these companies and their cohorts” that are “burning fossil fuels;” it’s people, average human beings like you and me (and even Naomi Klein). Your garden-variety radical environmentalist likes to pretend that it’s the evil “corporations” who are doing all the fossil fuel burning, but that’s really not the case: we use fossil fuels to get the kids to school, to get the work, to heat the house, to power our appliances and cook our food and do a million other things. Fossil fuels, in other words, are a normal and vital part of nearly everyone’s lives. Naomi Klein can pretend to be disgusted with “companies” and “cohorts,” but in reality she’s disgusted great multitudes of humanity that have benefited immensely from cheap and abundant energy. At its heart, environmentalism often appears to despise human happiness and flourishing as much as it cares about protecting the environment.

Marriage Is What Brings Us Together Today

Recently, NPR had a segment that took a look at the institution of marriage, focusing particularly on the dire straits that marriage is in: for my boneheaded Millennial generation, the out-of-wedlock birth rate is nearly fifty percent, and the post-illegitimate-birth wedding rate is low. Way to go, geniuses.  “This family structure,” Jennifer Ludden writes, “once common mainly among African-Americans and the poor, is spreading across races and into the middle class.” What’s driving this sociological upheaval?

Like half of all U.S. pregnancies, Sheridan’s was not exactly planned.

“We think we mistimed something,” she says. “But it wasn’t really, like, a bad time, or, I don’t know … it just … seemed like an OK thing to do?”

“I stared at the pregnancy test for 10 minutes, waiting for it to change,” Underwood says.

“But then he got really happy — it was actually really cute,” Sheridan says.

It wasn’t Sheridan’s first child. Her older son, Logan, is 8; his father left before he was born. Michelle spent four years as a single mom before meeting Underwood, and says she felt no stigma or fear about that.

So Ms. Sheridan had had a child before, by a man who was either too cowardly to hang around and take care of his family or else too worthless to stick with; either way, Sheridan apparently learned nothing from the experience, feeling “no stigma or fear” about single motherhood—to the point that she had yet another child without being married to the father, seemingly without any awareness that the circumstances were, yet again, sub-optimal: it “seemed like an ok thing to do?” according to Ms. Sheridan. Why doesn’t she go ahead and get married to Mr. Underwood at the very least, now that she’s had one of his children and he’s evidently helping to raise both kids?

Like so many children of the 1980s and ’90s — the decades when the nation hit its highest divorce rate — both Sheridan and Underwood are also wary about the institution of marriage.

Underwood says when he was a baby — or when his mom was still pregnant, he isn’t sure — “my dad left for a loaf of bread and never came back.”

Sheridan’s parents stayed together but fought a lot.

“That was hard to watch,” she says. “I don’t want to go through that, and I don’t want my kids to see it.”

Here are two excellent examples of both mindless fatalism and Millennial cluelessness, respectively: Mr. Underwood is convinced that, because his dad left when he was very young, he is probably fated to do the same thing if he himself gets married. There is no indication that he believes he is capable of doing otherwise; the contemptible actions of another man have made him “wary about the institution of marriage,” as if marriage itself, instead of laziness and cowardice, made Mr. Underwood, Sr. walk out on his responsibilities all those years ago.

Meanwhile, Ms. Sheridan witnessed her parents “fight a lot” when she was young; “I don’t want to go through that,” she says, “and I don’t want my kids to see it.” Here’s some advice: if you’re worried about “fighting a lot” with the man who’s fathered at least one of your children—so worried, in fact, that you do not want to get married to him—then you should probably not be with that man; if your relationship with your lover is so acrimonious that “you don’t want your kids to see it,” perhaps you should find a new relationship, immediately, and stop having babies with the guy. Call me crazy.

Ms. Sheridan also expresses the financial concerns that motivate both her and Mr. Underwood to delay marriage—“it’s hard enough,” she claims, “to work up just on your own”—and to be fair these financial fears are not limited to one particular class or demographic:

At the other end of this marriage divide, Diana and Dave Black of Harrisonburg, Va., started dating in college and now have graduate degrees and budding careers.

The couple is among the minority of millennials who feel secure enough to say “I do” — though Dave waited to propose until he got a handle on his student loans.

“I had the bulk of them paid off at that point,” he says, “and I felt like I was in a decent place to shell out the additional money for the ring.”

There are a few lessons to be learned here: first of all, perhaps it’s wise to avoid a college career if it requires a boatload of student loans that will put you on the financial defensive in your younger years. Maybe the Blacks needed to attend college in order to realize their “budding careers,” in which case their debt is understandable—but as a general rule it’s worth wondering whether or not your poli-sci degree and your basket weaving minor are worth a five-figure debt load you’ll be paying off for years and years. As well, Mr. Black appears to have had to “shell out…additional money for the ring,” which implies that the ring cost a lot. I’m sure it was a pretty ring, but seriously, here’s a tip to the fellas in the room: you can save a boatload of money by shopping smart on engagement rings. You don’t have to break the bank. I’m speaking from personal experience here. (Caroline, if you’re reading this: if I could have scratched the cash together, sweetheart, I would’ve bought you the Hope Diamond.)

More broadly speaking, both the Blacks and the Sheridan-Underwoods seem not to understand that marriage itself brings a whole host of financial benefits; there’s the myriad tax breaks you get when you tie the knot, for instance, and then there’s the combined incomes and the efficiency and practicality that comes along with combined incomes: once Caroline and I get married next year we’ll have one grocery bill, one utilities bill, less gas used going back and forth between each other’s dwellings, etc. Diana and Dave Black “feel secure enough to say ‘I Do,”‘ but marriage itself typically engenders financial security, or at least more security than you have when you’re single. Perhaps marriage rates would go up, and illegitimacy rates down, if people treated marriage as the harbinger of a stable lifestyle instead of, as Ludden puts it, “the cherry on top.”

Not For the Faint of Heart

If you’ve been following the controversy surrounding the bizarre “affirmative consent” law that passed in California recently, then you’ll know that a great many feminists are, as Heather Mac Donald puts it, hell-bent on maintaining “the prerogative of no-strings-attached sex while cabining it with legalistic caveats that allow females to revert at will to a stance of offended virtue.” Today’s feminist establishment is trying very hard both to sustain an environment of sexual licentiousness while drenching it in a suffocating priggishness. California’s law declares that

(1) An affirmative consent standard in the determination of whether consent was given by both parties to sexual activity. “Affirmative consent” means affirmative, conscious, and voluntary agreement to engage in sexual activity. It is the responsibility of each person involved in the sexual activity to ensure that he or she has the affirmative consent of the other or others to engage in the sexual activity. Lack of protest or resistance does not mean consent, nor does silence mean consent. Affirmative consent must be ongoing throughout a sexual activity and can be revoked at any time. The existence of a dating relationship between the persons involved, or the fact of past sexual relations between them, should never by itself be assumed to be an indicator of consent.

A great many commentators have fallen all over themselves trying to justify the absurdity of this approach to sexual relations. Jenée Desmond-Harris claims that the rule “probably means saying ‘yes’ out loud, or at least offering an enthusiastic smile or nod, at the outset of every single sexual encounter.” (You can see the allure: “Oh, baby, I love it when you enthusiastically nod like that.”) Ezra Klein is quite honest about how dumb this particular law is: it’s “a terrible bill,” he says. But: “It’s a necessary one.” What about the heightened risk of false and/or misguided rape accusations that this law presents? That’s okay, according to Klein, because in order to reduce instances of rape, “men need to feel a cold spike of fear when they begin a sexual encounter.” That heady mix of enthusiastic smiles and cold spikes of fear—it will get your blood rushing every time.

The prevalence of sexual assault on campus—allegedly “one in five” women suffer rape or attempted rape in college—demands such a drastic response, according to Klein. As he puts it:

The Yes Means Yes law could also be called the You Better Be Pretty Damn Sure law. You Better Be Pretty Damn Sure she said yes. You Better Be Pretty Damn Sure she meant to say yes, and wasn’t consenting because she was scared, or high, or too tired of fighting. If you’re one half of a loving, committed relationship, then you probably can Be Pretty Damn Sure. If you’re not, then you better fucking ask.

Yes, Ezra Klein has figured it out: the problem with rapists is not that they’re psychopathic, violent criminals that wish to inflict pain and humiliation upon their victims; it’s just that they’re “not pretty damn sure” that their victims do not want to be raped. If all rapists would simply ask beforehand—if they would Be Pretty Damn Sure—then we could solve the problem of sexual assault overnight.

As we’ve seen, progressivism is largely incapable of addressing or even understanding the problem of rape: any constructive suggestion offered to women—don’t drink too much at frat parties, don’t walk home alone—is decried as “victim blaming,” while questioning the party line on rape pathology gets you the title of “rape denialist.” The Left’s inability to intelligently examine the problem of rape will inevitably result in such terrible laws as California’s SB 967—and, when aware of and embarrassed by their own ignorance on the subject, leftists will resort to the ugly honesty you seen in Klein’s piece: they wish to make sex into a fearful, dangerous encounter that punishes men for mistakes they did not even commit. Young men on college campuses would be wise to avoid the “cold spike of fear” altogether, and just forego sexual relations with any woman they encounter; in California, and probably soon elsewhere, the risks are just too significant.

Seizing Up

I’ve no intention of becoming a professional Cop Watcher—there are many other things to write about, many of them more important than whatever the local police department is up to—but, following yesterday’s post on police corruption and incompetency, well, sometimes the police make it so easy to call them out; witness the latest dispatch from the Washington Post this morning on police gone wild:

Police agencies have used hundreds of millions of dollars taken from Americans under federal civil forfeiture law in recent years to buy guns, armored cars and electronic surveillance gear. They have also spent money on luxury vehicles, travel and a clown named Sparkles.

On the plus side, Sparkles the Clown will probably get a lot more bookings in the wake of these revelations. It’s concerning enough that our county’s police officers are using hundreds of millions of dollars to turn their departments into quasi-militarized strike forces, but here’s the kicker:

Of the nearly $2.5 billion in spending reported in the forms, 81 percent came from cash and property seizures in which no indictment was filed, according to an analysis by The Post. Owners must prove that their money or property was acquired legally in order to get it back.

Got that? Over two billion dollars was seized in situations “in which no indictment was filed;” in other words, cops have seized billions of dollars from innocent people—and then the police have forced these poor souls to “prove that their money or property was acquired legally in order to get it back.” So a great many police departments are operating under the principle that your stuff is illegal by default, and you have to present evidence that your property is not contraband in order to have it returned. In the meantime the police are blowing your money on more powerful firearms and BearCats, because, hey—they have to have a lot of firepower to snatch your money away from you.

This kind of behavior is indicative of a culture of law enforcement that has fundamentally detached itself from the citizenry to which it is ultimately subordinate: to these crooks, you’re just some assets waiting to be forfeited so they can pile on another armored car or two. It’s assuredly true that not all police departments do this, and not all police officers approve of it, either—but $2.5 billion is a great deal of money involving a great many cops. This is not isolated and it’s not a one-year one-off. The solution is not to despise cops or abolish police departments; it’s to be as suspicious as police officers as we are of any other powerful government employee, and to bind police departments as tightly to civil subordination as we (theoretically) do any other government bureau or department. A good place to start would be, “Hey, sorry, police officers, but you can’t seize our property just because you feel like it. Tough luck.” They’ll deal with it—and honestly, if a police department can’t function without stealing from law-abiding citizens, then they don’t really have any business existing in the first place.

Open to Criticism

Last week’s column, on the bombastic and over-aggressive tactics of many modern police departments, resulted in an almost-entirely negative response: if you criticize a police force, prepare to seriously offend a bunch of people who are mostly convinced that policemen are almost completely beyond censure. Multiple people recommended that I take a ride-along with a police officer to learn about the job. I actually have done a ride-along, and I pointed this out to my critics; a former Richmond police lieutenant subsequently insinuated that I was lying (he’s welcome to check the records, if they keep records on that kind of thing).  The ride-along was fun and interesting, yet it didn’t do much in the way of convincing me of the saintliness of the average police officer; but hey, maybe I should have been riding with Officer Aaron King of the Ankeny, Iowa Police Department:

During the traffic stop, Officer Aaron King asked if the driver, Scott Beckwith, plays frisbee golf.  The officer asks, “Answer me this question, why is it that everyone who plays Frisbee golf smokes weed?”

Beckwith answers, “Nope, it’s not everybody. King continues, “It’s everybody man, you can’t tell me you’ve never smoked weed before.”

Beckwith says, “I’m not going to tell you one way or another.”

King then asks Beckwith how much weed he has in the car. Beckwith said he has nothing on him or in his car.

In Officer King’s defense, I don’t play Frisbee golf and I also don’t smoke weed: QED. How can you argue with the evidence?

To be fair, this is just one nobody cop in one single nowheresville town in the middle of Iowa—but then again, it’s a valid question as to why Officer King was ever let on the police force in the first place if he’s willing to treat an average traffic stop like a quota-padding self-incriminating drug bust: does the Ankeny Police Department have no way of screening for such thugs? What other goons might they have let onto their police force, and what other abuse might they have been covering up all these years? Well, at least Mr. Beckwith got off easier than some others:

Authorities who went to the wrong house in search of a wanted fugitive and shot a beloved family pet are refusing to take responsibility for their actions, according to a Michigan attorney who has filed a lawsuit against them.

“These officers came into the wrong house, shot this dog, told the owners they would take care of it and then never returned their calls,” Royal Oak attorney Chris Olson told The Huffington Post.

Gee, so the Michigan state troopers acted with a vicious incompetence in executing a fugitive search, shot a dog in the face, and then bailed on their responsibility: what’s not to like?

These are but two examples in two different situations in two different localities, so they hardly serve as an indictment of the institution of the police department generally: the point isn’t to suggest every cop is a reckless, incompetent criminal, but that they can be; there’s nothing magical preventing a police officer from being savage and unduly violent. This is kind of a problem with my friends on the Right. Conservatives, broadly speaking, are quick (and correct) to mistrust the average Federal and state bureaucrat due to the power–and the potential to abuse it–that a government position holds. Yet you don’t often find the same suspicion directed towards police officers, who are also in positions of authority and who are just as capable of abusing that power or just wielding it in a clumsy and detrimental manner. We shouldn’t hate cops, yet neither should we place them on an infallible pedestal. Sometimes police officers are inept, cruel and unfit for the position and the power they’ve been given; police departments will always have a squad of knee-jerk cheerleaders who refuse to question anything they do, but the rest of us would be wise to be as reflexively suspicious of them as we are of any other powerful government employee.

Substance and Material

In recent years there has been  an increasing push to introduce the concept of “transgenderism” to children; trans activists have quite rightly concluded that if they are to effectively expand their own worldview, they will have to start transmitting their ideology to the youngest audience possible. The latest development in this ongoing cultural war comes to us from Lincoln, Nebaska, where middle school teachers have received instructions on how to fashion a classroom of “gender inclusiveness,” e.g.:

Don’t use phrases such as ”boys & girls,” ”you guys,” ”ladies and gentlemen,” and similarly gendered expressions to get kids’ attention. Instead say things like ”calling all readers,” or ”hey campers” or “could all of the athletes come here.” Create classroom names and then ask all of the ”purple penguins” to meet at the rug.

It is a genuine, honest question whether, if we are to adhere to the neurotic and obsessive mores of modern liberalism, we should be so non-exclusionary that we avoid any “phrases” whatsoever: if there are children in the class who struggle with reading, is not “calling all readers” an offensive slight against these students? What about children whose parents are too poor to afford camping equipment—should they suffer the indignity of being called “campers?” Should bookworm-ish, non-athletic children really have to be called “athletes?”

This may seem like a fun thought experiment at the expense of overwrought, histrionic progressivism, but in the end this kind of neurosis is deeply concerning: these people are in charge of your kids, after all, and they getting more delusional by the day, so much so that they are dispensing with biological fact in favor of fantastical whimsy—and with pre-teens, no less. Ponder this for a moment: Lincoln, Nebraska’s public school administration is so terrified of human anatomy that they are dispensing with the term “boys and girls” and replacing it with “purple penguins;” that is to say, they’re not comfortable with labeling human beings as human beings to the point that they prefer to label them as another species altogether. What do you say to people who consider this acceptable?

(UPDATE: The LPS Superintendent Steve Joel has denied that these changes are taking place: “There is no policy, there is no procedure, there’s no changes being made to bathrooms in schools,” according to Joel. Rather, teachers have simply been instructed to

“think about gender neutral phrases that could be used, such as scholars, students, kids or Wildcats.”

So there’s no transgender-sensitive “policy” or “procedure” being implemented here, aside from the very policy Steve Joel admits is being implemented: teachers must “think about gender neutral phrases” and, presumably, use them in place of gendered language. Thanks for clarifying, Mr. Joel.)