A realistic portrayal of leftist immaturity

Clementine 2022-01-06 08:02:20

The American professor treated his students rudely, and turned his attention to Syrians and Senegalese who broke into his house illegally; the

American professor sold the piano of his deceased wife and became keen on slapping African drums in the New York subway; the

American professor treated himself His professional conferences and academic articles were dull, and turned to the street art of the black brothers outside the venue;

……The

life of a professor is rich and vulgar, and when he gets Tenure, the young teachers will ask him to be the author and present at international conferences. All this shows that he has mixed up well in the academic circle, so he has encountered a bottleneck and has no direction to move forward. And this kind of life is often the easiest to produce despair (see Fei Wen in "Road to Revolution"). Coupled with the fact that his widow and his son live far away in the UK, the American professor's attitude towards life has completely turned into a decadent school.

At this time, illegal immigrants, blacks, Arabs, Muslims, African drums, street art broke in... Undoubtedly, all these visitors are fresh, but more importantly, these visitors are pleasing to the eye. They are always grateful to him, they are all to please him, and they all hope to get his support, help and recognition. So American professors found the value of life: to help these "good people" even leave school at the expense of tearing the veil of tenderness and screaming at the immigration bureau.

Yes, the illegal immigrants in the movie are glorified beyond words. Boys live on music, in order to be in New York (be careful, it’s still New York, where the flaws of Occidentalism always show their feet inadvertently) slapping djembes at the risk of being repatriated; girls are ingenious, weaving handicrafts. Seeing people love; mothers are gentle on the outside, strong on the inside, dignified and dignified, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law are harmonious... They are gentle and frugal, polite and hygienic, humble, peaceful, optimistic and open-minded. In a word, angels are in the world!

Such an angel, your evil US Immigration Service actually has to repatriate?

This development continues. After all, one day, the former professor will hold his African drum to protest in front of the Chinese Embassy in the United States, or to lobby in the congressional caucus (mostly the Democratic Party), because of those "snow-mountain angels, lions" "Children" are also so holy, yet they are persecuted by an unscrupulous and evil regime...

This is the typical portrayal of the leftists in the Western academic and artistic circles today; this is also the typical state of the “foreigners who have nothing to do” that the prince madly denounces; and in the eyes of me and other people in developing countries, this is A typical sign of eating radish and worrying about it.

At this point, I remembered a passage from Teacher Li Ling’s "Reading Notes" of "Animal Farm" and recorded it here as the conclusion:

"Many people who play with theory, environmental protection, and human rights (and post-colonialism, orientalism, Women’s rights, homosexuality, etc.) are all variants of the left. The left wing now avoids the truth while avoiding the emptiness, and avoids the importance while neglecting it. It is scattered and often turns to the right."

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The Visitor quotes

  • Zainab: Why did you invite him?

    Tarek Khalil: We're staying in his apartment. What could I do?

    Zainab: And I'll be stuck with him while you play your drum.

    Tarek Khalil: You know you're very sexy when you're mad at me.

    [leans in to kiss her]

    Prof. Walter Vale: [interrupts] Hello! If you don't mind, I think I will come.

    Tarek Khalil: Cool.

    Prof. Walter Vale: Let me get my coat.

    [Zainab frustrates]

  • Prof. Walter Vale: I've been teaching the same course for 20 years, and it doesn't mean anything to me. None of it does. I pretend. I pretend that I'm busy, that I'm working, that I'm writing. I'm not doing anything.