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https://pjmedia.com/rogerkimball/the-long-march-reckoning-with-1968s-cultural-revolution-50-years-on/

What William Faulkner said about the past — it isn’t dead: it isn’t even past — seems especially true about that convulsive decade, the 1960s. For many observers, 1968 was the annus mirabilis (or perhaps “horribilis” would be more accurate) and the month of May, with its many protests, student demonstrations, acts of violence, and drug-related spectacles, was the epicenter of the year. Now that the fiftieth anniversary of May 1968 is upon us, what does the wisdom of hindsight tell us about that curious moment?

I took a crack at conjuring with the meaning of the Sixties nearly two decades ago in my book The Long March: How the Cultural Revolution of the 1960s Changed America. May 2018 seemed to offer an opportune moment to revisit the issue by reprising and updating some thoughts. As with previous anniversaries of the Purple Decade and the Magic Month, there have everywhere been nostalgic backward glances: Youth! Freedom! Sex! Were not the Sixties the Last Good Time, an era of hope, idealism, the promise of emancipation from — well, from everything? Some think so. “Only a few periods in American history,” the New York Times intoned in an editorial called “In Praise of the Counterculture”:

… have seen such a rich fulfillment of the informing ideals of personal freedom and creativity that lie at the heart of the American intellectual tradition. … The 60’s spawned a new morality-based politics that emphasized the individual’s responsibility to speak out against injustice and corruption.

A “new morality-based politics,” eh? It seems so long ago, shrouded in a Day-Glo glaze of grateful recollection. But when it comes to the Sixties, and especially the fulcrum year of 1968, Time magazine is right: “50 Years After 1968, We Are Still Living In Its Shadow.” Indeed, paroxysms of the 1960s, which trembled with gathering force through North America and Western Europe from the mid-1950s through the early 1970s, continue to reverberate throughout our culture. The Age of Aquarius did not end when the last electric guitar was unplugged at Woodstock. It lives on in our values and habits, in our tastes, pleasures, and aspirations. It lives on especially in our educational and cultural institutions, and in the degraded pop culture that permeates our lives like a corrosive fog.

It’s graduation time, and from nursery through high school, college and graduate schools, pop psychology feel-good platitudes will be delivered. Here is a pithy message from my favorite columnist at my favorite Australian journal, that you won’t hear at any graduation.

Not Angry? You Should Be Peter Smith (Excerpt)

https://quadrant.org.au/opinion/qed/2018/05/angry/

“We are witnessing the dilution and deliberate deconstruction of our peerless culture. This isn’t just a matter of immigration and numbers, though these are much too high. Rather, it is question of a judicial and political class re-shaping our world as they wish it to be.

We don’t have any natural right to be prosperous. It has to be earned and re-earned every day. Put economic malaise together with cultural malaise and this lucky country might be running out of luck. And I haven’t even covered the progressives’ march through our schools and universities.”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TTdJaHWvLbk&feature=youtu.be

This was Virgil’s opening line in the Aeneid and it came to mind in the brief clip of Morgan Freeman, the latest celebrity apologizer, as he sat across from a comely tv interviewer wearing a short, tight, sleeveless, v-neck dress that had climbed to mid-thigh while she was seated. Unsurprisingly, he stared and commented on its brevity and when she stood and pulled it down, he pleaded with her not to change the object of his gaze She giggled flirtatiously at the time, but apparently thought twice when MeToo seemed a better route to follow and now 80 year old Morgan is in hot water too

If you watch morning news, as I do, you will see all the female commentators wearing sleeveless, short, body-hugging dresses and high heeled shoes with no pantyhose as they give you news, traffic and weather reports, while the male anchors are wearing business suits,button-down shirts, ties and presumably shoes and socks at 4 am These outfits are not seasonal – the women are as bare in winter as the men are overdressed in summer. On channel 2 this morning, the sign-off had 4 of the young, pretty women posed on the sofa with their bare legs glamorously oiled and slanted to avoid that center view that would be too obviously incriminating. Nude female arms and legs have become the current suggestive hallmark of sexuality.

It’s certainly no secret that between their outfits, their hair-styles and their false lashes, women who work on tv sign on to be objectified as eye candy For a while this strategy was most obvious on Fox News but the other channels quickly saw how successful it was and followed suit In the past year, I have seen only two women wearing pants – Dana Tyler on CBS and the weather girl on Channel 1 If you look around New York, there’s no question that a multitude of women wear pants daily so their elimination from the tv screen assumes even more suggestive significance.

https://www.americanthinker.com/articles/2018/05/the_feminist_endgame.html

Feminists will win once they’ve succeeded in banishing humor.Remember the wave of light bulb jokes popular some years ago? One in particular captured the essence of feminism:

How many feminists does it take to change a light bulb?

THAT’S NOT FUNNY!

Modern feminism is characterized by a toxic mix of prudishness, self-importance, paranoia, groundless hatred, and epidemic humorlessness. As a disease of sheer cray-cray offense-taking, culminating in hatred for half the human race, with a special emphasis on white males, feminism will not rest satisfied until men are taught to keep their knees together, their eyes down, and their mouths shut, eliminating confident alphas from the sexual equation or turning them into compliant betas.

Humor, or rather lack of same, is the key to understanding the feminist personality type and the species of derangement to which it is prone. A sense of humor, including a penchant for wit and satire, is a sign of developed intelligence. Being able to tell jokes and especially to get jokes, even at one’s expense, is a human quality whose absence betokens a closed and rigid sensibility.

Examples abound; I will consider a few of the most egregious.

In 2015, Nobel Laureate Sir Tim Hunt, the discover of cyclin, was forced to resign from his position as honorary professor at University College London’s Faculty of Life Sciences and from the Royal Society for making a facetious and self-deprecating jest at the World Conference of Science Journalists in Seoul about relations between teachers and students. “It’s strange,” he said, “that such a chauvinist monster like me has been asked to speak to women scientists. Let me tell you about my trouble with girls. Three things happen when they are in the lab: you fall in love with them, they fall in love with you, and when you criticize them they cry.”

http://jamieglazov.com/2018/05/27/glazov-gang-gavin-boby-the-horrifying-world-of-muslim-rape-gangs/

This new edition of The Glazov Gang features Gavin Boby of the Law and Freedom Foundation. Gavin discusses The Horrifying World ofMuslim Rape Gangs, unveiling the vicious terror inflicted on kafir girls – and the monstrous cover-up.

Don’t miss it!

And make sure to watch The Glazov Gang’s special 3-part series with Gavin Boby in which he takes us Inside the World of Muslim Rape Gangs, where he reveals the Islamic theology that inspires them – and the shameless British cover-up that keeps the gangs and their Islamic motivation hidden from public view. (Part III is the edition from which the above clip is taken).

EXCERPTS- READ THE WHOLE SPEECH AT http://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/ws/?pid=37350

Today is the day we put aside to remember fallen heroes and to pray that no heroes will ever have to die for us again. It’s a day of thanks for the valor of others, a day to remember the splendor of America and those of her children who rest in this cemetery and others. It’s a day to be with the family and remember.

On Vietnam: “I know that many veterans of Vietnam will gather today, some of them perhaps by the wall. And they’re still helping each other on. They were quite a group, the boys of Vietnam—boys who fought a terrible and vicious war without enough support from home, boys who were dodging bullets while we debated the efficacy of the battle. It was often our poor who fought in that war; it was the unpampered boys of the working class who picked up the rifles and went on the march. They learned not to rely on us; they learned to rely on each other. And they were special in another way: They chose to be faithful. They chose to reject the fashionable skepticism of their time. They chose to believe and answer the call of duty. They had the wild, wild courage of youth. They seized certainty from the heart of an ambivalent age; they stood for something.”

On Joe Louis and Audie Murphy:

“Here in Arlington rests a sharecropper’s son who became a hero to a lonely people. Joe Louis came from nowhere, but he knew how to fight. And he galvanized a nation in the days after Pearl Harbor when he put on the uniform of his country and said, “I know we’ll win because we’re on God’s side.” Audie Murphy is here, Audie Murphy of the wild, wild courage. For what else would you call it when a man bounds to the top of a disabled tank, stops an enemy advance, saves lives, and rallies his men, and all of it single-handedly. When he radioed for artillery support and was asked how close the enemy was to his position, he said, “Wait a minute and I’ll let you speak to them.”

This week I attended a private, off the record conference on the prevalence of female genital mutilation in the United States.

My question: If a mother can be arrested for leaving a tot alone in a car, why are the mothers who abet this barbaric surgery on their children not arraigned and prosecuted?

Please check out information on Ayaan Hirsi Ali’s Foundation:

https://www.theahafoundation.org/

One of the mysteries of the deep state is just how deep it is. Like the Kryptos sculpture in the courtyard of the Central Intelligence Agency, it has proven remarkably resistant to decoding since its emergence in the aftermath of World War II, after the creation of the CIA. It is, in a very real sense, its own cipher, hiding in plain sight all along and just daring the civilians to call it by its name: the Permanent Bipartisan Fusion Party.

As it happens, the leaders of the PBFP sat for a group portrait the other day. The occasion was the funeral of former First Lady Barbara Bush, wife of George Herbert Walker “Poppy” Bush and mother of George Walker Bush, American presidents 41 and 43, respectively. Also in the photograph was the man who beat Poppy, William Jefferson Blythe III, more commonly known as Bill Clinton; and Barack Hussein Obama II, also known as Barry Soetoro, the man who succeeded George W. Bush. And their wives, of course, including Hillary Rodham Clinton, former senator from New York, former secretary of state in the Obama Administration, and the defeated candidate in the 2016 presidential election.

But the man who defeated Hillary—Donald J. Trump, the 45th president of the United States—was nowhere to be seen. The Bush family, which bears him no love after his demolition of heir-apparent Jeb in the 2016 Republican primaries, had made it clear that Trump would not be welcome in Houston. And so the Trump family was represented by First Lady Melania, while the president stayed behind in Washington under the fig leaf of protocol (presidents don’t normally attend first ladies’ funerals) and not wishing to “disrupt” the event.