Mike Daly was storming out on his first day of classes. He had known that he'd have to deal with bullshit like this, but he didn't realize how bad it would be. He thought he would've been able to keep his mouth shut and power through it, but that hadn't proven to be the case. How could leftists be so hypocritical? They complain about suppression of free speech when the President makes fun of some dumb reporters, but in our supposed bastions of learning and free thought you can't have a reasoned argument based on facts and logic when your professor declares an obvious falsehood as indisputable truth? God, it was such bullshit.
There was really no point. He should just drop out, try to build up connections with some of the people he had intellectual discussions with on Reddit. Clearly the internet was the future. The old institutions had to fall. Leftist propaganda had become so rampant within them that they were beyond the possibility of rescue. Although Mike didn't agree with the president on everything—for instance he didn't believe in God and he had to admit the liberals had a point about the importance of global warming, even if their ideas for combatting it were asinine. The only realistic possibility for the survival of the male race was a market-based one—he had had some hope that the cheeto-in-chief might send everything toppling down. Perhaps he still would. Mike held out hope.
Maybe in the rubble of the old world he would have a chance to show his real worth. He wouldn't have to deal with dumb women professors who were only hired to meet some government-mandated quota. He probably knew more about sociology than this bitch did.
Maybe he would go to his next class. It was a physics class with a male professor. Dr. Robert Watkins was his name. Hopefully he would be more open to reasoned debate. Mike wasn't too optimistic about that, though. This shit was probably boiler-plate. It had been decreed from on high. There would be no "discrimination" in the classroom. Even if Dr. Watkins was a reasonable man and realized that this was unscientific leftist propaganda, he probably wouldn't be able to step up and say something or else he'd lose his comfy job. In only a split-second, Mike went from sympathizing with the difficult situation of the "conservative" academic in today's world to despising Dr. Watkins for his hypothetical cowardice. Jordan Peterson still had his academic job, after all. At least last time Mike had checked he did.
It had been a simple enough question. "What if it's scientifically-backed discrimination?" She had been standing on her podium, declaring from on high that there would be no "discrimination" in her classroom. Guh. He had almost vomited in his mouth right then and there. These dumb leftists just repeated buzzwords without thinking about what they meant. Discrimination just means distinguishing one thing from another. Not discriminating means the same thing as treating everyone the same! He'd be bored out of his skull if they treated him the same way as the rest of the dullards in his class. He had even seen a man in a skirt. Poor brainwashed bastard. He wished that there was a hell for the piece of shit to burn in. Score one for the Christians, he supposed.
The professor had been stunned silent, like she didn't even know how to respond. Then she just glared at him. "We're trying to work to have an open and honest classroom environment. If we start out assuming that some members of our class are worth more or less than others, we cannot have a genuine dialogue." More leftist buzzwords. He wanted to vomit in his mouth. "But if the data shows that some groups of people are, on average, more intelligent than others, surely I should treat them accordingly?" Next to her stammering, you'd have thought he was the professor and she was just a student. "We can have a conversation after class," she told him, probably thinking it'd been a snappy response. But he could see the fear behind her eyes. She didn't want to be humiliated in front of the rest of the students. It was obvious to anyone who was looking. He wasn't going to play her power games. He tried to sit there for a little while longer, but the fire kept building in his chest. "Open and honest?" How did restricting his free speech make the classroom more "open and honest?" It was 1984 stuff. Freedom is slavery and all that. He assumed that was a line from it. He'd never actually read it. He liked the film with John Hurt, though.
Eventually he just walked out of the lecture hall. All of the other students' eyes followed him. They paid no attention to the professor. Even she was probably looking at him. He hadn't looked to see. He didn't care. Caring is weakness.
He stood out in the hallway, thinking about what to do next. He listened to Rage against the Machine on his iPhone. They get it, he thought. Tear it all down. The system is corrupt. The machine keeps hard-working creative people like him down. It was a miracle people like Tom Morello and Ayn Rand were able to get through the slog of shit every once and awhile, to get people to wake up. He smiled and polished his glasses. Even if his parents weren't going to be happy with it, this was the decision he had to make. He had to go it alone. Let them explain it to Tom and Betty next door. Sure, it wasn't the "respectable" thing to do, but the rational thing is not always respectable.
Suddenly, the door to the lecture hall swung open. Mike half expected it to be the professor, trying to get him to come back to class. Fat chance, he thought. Fat bitch.
But it wasn't her. It was a younger woman, another student. He had noticed her in the crowd. She hadn't seemed to pay much attention when he left. He immediately pegged her as a feminist. She was wearing a white tank-top and black leggings with an acid-washed jean jacket. No obnoxious pins in there, except for a single plain white pin with the female symbol in pink. He rolled his eyes. Her hair was cut short and dyed bleach blonde. How ironic that these leftists went on and on about "body positivity," conveniently ignoring the fact that it was your dumb choice to eat all those cheeseburgers, but they changed their own bodies in all kinds of unnecessary ways. He was sure that she'd be beautiful, if she'd just let her natural dark hair grow out. Instead, she made herself into a parody of femininity. It made him want to vomit in his mouth.
He was sure the dumb bitch was about to lecture at him. He'd have her in tears pretty soon. Bitches like these usually were so brainwashed you couldn't reason with them. He'd have to force her into submission.
She seemed pretty calm, though, for someone who clearly had to be fuming on the inside. She was stronger than most of her lot, that was for sure.
She leaned against the wall outside the lecture hall and turned towards him, head cocked. "Hey," she said.
"Hey," he muttered, trying to ignore her.
"I like what you said back there." She smiled casually.
Thinking this was a trap, he pulled out his earphones reluctantly. "Oh, really? You agree that we shouldn't treat everyone the same? That it's okay, maybe even morally required, to discriminate against people based on scientific evidence?"
"Of course. It's just dumb, to ignore the facts staring you right in the face. You wouldn't treat a 14 year old the same way you treat a 20 year old, because 14 year olds are fucking idiots, whereas 20 year olds are just kinda dumb, y'know?"
What she was saying made sense, but she spoke English on a very low level and clearly had never read the great works of Western civilization. Still, he was happy to have someone to talk to whose mind hadn't been totally shut off by leftist brainwashing. "I totally agree. It just shows how far the level of discourse has fallen in this country that they think you're a racist just because you take into account the fact that black people statistically have a lower IQ than white people!"
"Totally. It's egalitarianism gone wild. I mean, it sounds like a good idea in theory, but look where it's gotten us, y'know? If we just let the people who actually knew what they were doing in charge of everything, think about where we'd be? That's the problem with both the major parties. The Democrats think every race and gender have the same rights to education, the Republicans think a country pastor has the same right to talk about science as a theoretical physicist."
"Right." He was becoming suspicious of her. There were intelligent women, of course. Statistical anomalies exist. But they didn't look like this. They wore dresses and had long hair. They knew their place. They didn't dye their hair and wear jean jackets. "So, you really agree that the less intelligent gender shouldn't have the same access to education?"
"Ideally, yeah." She stared up in thought. "I mean, in practice it's probably not going to happen anytime soon. But, really, it's a silly idea. Equality in education, I mean. We'd all be better off without it."
"Oh, okay." He stuck his hands down in his pockets, satisfied. "So, you understand under an ideal system that you wouldn't get to go to school, but as long as this is the system we have, you may as well take advantage of it?"
A sly grin came to her face that he couldn't quite make sense of. "Something like that," she muttered. He didn't know why, but he started to feel a warmth in his pants.
