Remember when the world made sense? No? Well, you’re probably right. It never really did make sense.

This, though, is definitely beyond the pail.

What that link is about is how a school for young kids is taking white kids and non-white kids, separating them into two different groups, then systematically treating one group with empowering rhetoric about how they should feel pride in their own race (and bribing them with treats), whilst telling the other group how worthless they are and how all the evils of the world are their fault.

If you said the group getting treats and empowering lessons were the black kids, then you win at bullshit bingo.

Let me say that again: In the name of ending racism, one race of children are being given special treatment, treats and lessons in feel-good empowerment, and the other are being taught about how everything is their fault.

Are you fucking kidding me!?

The world used to make sense – we were told racism was bad, told to treat everybody (man, woman, black, white, yellow, red or green) equally and that was that.

When I was small, I used to sing one of those insipid little nursery rhymes — you know, the one that almost got Clarkson fired before the ‘fracas’, about eenie, meenie, minie, moe.

I was told one of the words in the next line was a bad word, and I had no idea why (I was something like five). I was a kid at the time. It didn’t really make sense, but I knew that calling somebody names was wrong so I shrugged, changed the word I used and carried on. It wasn’t something I really sang with any gusto, I could probably count the number of times I’ve sung it in my life by using all my fingers and toes, either version. But then I was told that you can’t call a blackboard a blackboard, and I knew something was up.

You see, a blackboard is literally a board that is black. It’s black, and it’s a board. So… yeah. And since when is baa baa brown sheep any more or less offensive than baa baa black sheep? What the fuck?

When I was small — even then, I should say — my bullshit’o’meter was working pretty well. When a girl kicked me in the nuts and I was the one told off for fighting, I could tell there was an inherent unfairness to the world. So when I see one group of people being treated better than another because of their skin colour, I’m just not taking that sort of bullshit lying down.

They say that when America sneezes, Britain catches cold. Well, America has a fever, and its name is social justice. Social justice in all its forms (third wave feminism, black lives matter, affirmative action) is cancer. Cancer is when healthy cells grow and multiply, smothering the host’s ability to function.

I think describing this mental sickness as a form of societal cancer is incredibly apt, as the more power these bullshit ideologues gain, the less functioning our society becomes, the more paralyzed by assumed guilt and doublethink. It is quite literally cancer.

Affirmative action gets something of a pass, but only part way. When you know your system has a bias, then introducing another bias to correct it is only right – if your universities aren’t taking black applicants, you force them to take a certain quota. But — and this is the important part — if you fail to understand that it is inherently unfair to take somebody into a university because of the colour of their skin, then you have failed the racism test. It doesn’t matter if the recipient of your racism is black, white, yellow, brown, red or green, you are still racist. Affirmative action is, at its core, racist. But people knew that. People set up institutionalized racism to combat institutionalized racism, and they knew it was racist, because they wanted to fix that inherent racism.

But now people seem to think that because there used to be racism, that racism in the other direction is justified. They call it ‘social justice’, which quite literally means ‘justice for some people’. It means stacking the deck in favour of one group of people (possibly a minority) and calling it ‘the right thing to do’.

I call it racism.

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