Political Correctness and the Status Games of Elites: Andrew Sullivan

What they mean by PC seems, in this study, to be the fear of being “called out” for saying the wrong thing, usually around race and gender.

…The policing of speech under threat of social ostracism is never fun. It constrains speech, it sees evil where there often isn’t any, it conflates mistakes with malice, and it exacerbates racial tension, rather than alleviating it.

So who on earth favors it? It’s not loved by racial minorities. Hispanics oppose PC by 87 percent; African-Americans by 75 percent. But it does correlate with class and education and whiteness: “Progressive activists are much more likely to be rich, highly educated — and white. They are nearly twice as likely as the average to make more than $100,000 a year. They are nearly three times as likely to have a postgraduate degree. And while 12 percent of the overall sample in the study is African American, only 3 percent of progressive activists are.

With the exception of the small tribe of devoted conservatives, progressive activists are the most racially homogeneous group in the country.”

One might be forgiven for thinking that “wokeness” is, in fact, a mere virtue signal among the white upper classes in their own struggle for power and influence among themselves. Imagine that.

http://nymag.com/intelligencer/2018/10/andrew-sullivan-the-danger-of-trumps-accomplishments.html

Monday

Picked up donated plants yesterday: lilies, etc.

On Saturday, it poured in the morning.  Saw Emma at S&S;  heard part of a presentation by Mashpee Elder Amelia Bingham at the library; finished mulching around the dogwood;  picked up a loaf of Janet’s Finnish bread; brought cardboard to the transfer station.

Nice chat with Peter on Sunday for trash run; I like getting there early enough that we can visit for a bit.

Got used bread and bagels at senior center this morning.

Submitted a comment to the National Park Service’s proposed regulation on restricting use and charging a fee for DC demonstrations and events.

Made spaghetti sauce for eggplant parm with used eggplant, baked with hemp seeds instead of crumbs.  Made giant oatmeal cookies from some oatmeal with a year-old “use by” date.  Made nut and zucchini burgers using the recipe from Crazy Burgers in Narragansett.  All turned out very nicely.

Ron freaked out because he ran out of one of his meds.  Again.

Checked out books on Wampanoag history from the library.

We gave up on Town Meeting when we couldn’t find a place to park.  600 or so voters showed up.  Delighted that the ban on pot shops was soundly defeated!

LOTS of Rain and Some Cleanup

We had a good four inches of rain since yesterday.  Washed away the grass seed; trying again.

Brought a pizza to the gang at iCape and a veg one for us.  Could have eaten ours by myself.

Ron got one of his work lights installed!

I did a small amount of garden cleanup and put a pile of cardboard boxes in the truck.

 

Digging; Mulch; Rain; Mashpee 9

I dug out piles of grass and weeds and mulched around the big oval, the “Moonlight” garden and one of the trees.

I can’t remember how many bags of mulch I’ve bought or how many I’ve spread.  Did two today.  I think I did one yesterday to finish off the gardens on the right side.  Have three left.

Finished up just as it started to rain a little.  Came down harder around 3:30-4 or so.  I’ve been watering, too, so hope this helps.

The weeding has been killing me.  Feels like being run over by a truck.

We saw the film “Mashpee 9” last night at the Falmouth UU church.  Very affecting film, although hard to hear at times.  Ron let me wear his Mashpee 9 t-shirt; he put on one of his celebration shirts.

After finding the Wampanoag museum closed “indefinitely”, I called the Tribe today.  They said it may be open tomorrow, for sure on Monday.

Meanwhile, tried to find a copy of Paula Peter’s “Mashpee 9” at the library and the bookstore in Mashpee Commons.

They were both out, but I was able to buy a signed copy at Isaiah Thomas bookstore in Cotuit.  It was on Amazon; took a ride down there to save shipping charges.

Stopped by Dino’s around 6 to offer John Flores my “Common Sense is a Cape Cod value” banner.  He loved it.  I loved the mac and cheese and spanikopita, compliments of the always generous Dino.

Ron gave Robert a lift home.

Mulch, Acorns, Chard; Livy!

I was able to spread 5 bags of mulch today, and it really looks nice.

Swept the driveway and pulled acorns out of the garden.

Found a seed packet of chard and planted all of it.

Had received a 23andme email 3 days ago about new DNA relatives.

Wasn’t too excited, since most of these are multiple times removed.  But not this time: Livy did the test, and it shows that we are, indeed, half-siblings!

Emailed Gail, who called right away to talk about the good news.  Her house is under agreement, and she’s recovering well from surgery.

Bad Cop

The Mashpee police officer should have broken off the car chase that ended in three people dead, including a Marine who had just left his wife and newborn daughter at the hospital, police Chief Scott W. Carline said yesterday.

“The risk clearly outweighed the need to pursue the suspect,” the department’s investigators wrote in a report about the July 28 crash on Route 28 in Barnstable’s Cotuit area.

The 36-page release from Mashpee police includes the full transcript of the internal investigators’ interviews with the officers involved, the police report and a statement from police.

No one from the department who could speak about the report could be reached for comment yesterday.

Police repeatedly refused to answer questions in the days after the crash, acknowledging only several days later that an internal investigation was underway.

The report by Capt. Thomas Rose and Lt. Oliver Naas found (Matthew) Cascio violated department policy by continuing the chase, which reached speeds of about 100 mph in areas that had speed limits of at most half of that.

Ron’s Discontent; MassJam

Ron has been quietly complaining since he got here about things he missed from the Bay Area, everything from “cheap” Mexican food to access to a gym to a workshop for his tools.

I’ve sought out numerous ways to fill in these gaps: the Woods Hole Folk Music Society, for example, provided a way for him to exercise his stagehand chops until he got bored with it.

Last month, Ron joined a pilot men’s fitness group led by the VNA and signed up for swimming twice a week at a local timeshare resort.  These seem to have filled the gym/exercise void.  For now.

I found a way to pay for the new room – which, fair to say, I’ve been enjoying immensely – to properly store his substantial music collection.  On impulse, I also paid for rough shelves to line a designated shop area.

He’s taken little interest in either, which now that I’ve gotten to know him better, isn’t a surprise.

Unless under some influence or other, Ron is unhappy.  He lives in his own world most of the time.

The Western Mass. Boy Scouts’ MassJam, which has been here since Friday afternoon, is breaking up this morning.  I have the same tightness of breath as when the Fair closes: opportunities lost, experiences missed; people not met; good deeds not done?

I wonder if this has been a good or a bad weekend for most of the Scouts.  Some were at Stop & Shop on Saturday, raising money for “Scouts and the troops”.  They couldn’t explain which troops, which raised my hackles a bit, not at the kids, but at adults who’d use children in this way.  Ron agreed, which confirmed that I wasn’t off base.  I gave  them $5 and hope it helps the kids and not, “the troops”, which we already support without being asked.

After Saturday’s day trip down Cape, we didn’t do much yesterday aside from the usual transfer station run and laundry.  I did make a run to Sandwich for more mulch but had forgotten about their “Porch Fest”, so missed that.

Living Large

We enjoyed the reasonably priced Mexican place in East Falmouth yesterday afternoon and JoMama’s today in Chatham.

Planted garlic yesterday.  Took almost the entire raised bed garden!  Finished distributing the mulch.

Shopped at the CapeAbilities store in Chatham (almost everything was discounted at least 25%) and their farm in Dennis.

Peter had a bad night and was up before 4 am to drive Em this morning, so we brought him a Shephard’s pie and argula from the CapeAbilities Chatham store so he wouldn’t have to cook, or shop for that matter.

Great day for a ride.

I did some weeding this morning and a little watering this afternoon.

The monitor and headphones that have been gathering dust in the second bedroom work great with the Dell!

Fruganoga

I thought Ron said something that sounded like this at breakfast, but he says not.

Great word, though.  I say it means a frugal, careful person.  Or Venus.  Or a foot.

I’ve been cleaning up my iCloud and Google photos.

Made lasagna.  Picked up garlic for planting.  Dropped off several weeks worth of New Yorkers to Peter at iCape and a 10 gallon bag full of plastic bags at Stop & Shop.

Ron skipped swimming but went to his fitness group and enjoyed it.

Tulips; Lunch With Em

Planted 40 tulip bulbs in the driveway garden and finished spreading mulch there as well.  Put down most of the 3rd and 4th bags on the corner garden; left some for filling in missed spots.

Ron’s left leg was giving him problems this morning. He thinks he overdid it at his fitness group two days ago.

Made a Florentine quiche for Em’s visit and cleaned up the kitchen a bit.

I will miss her and our chats to and from work and YAG.