Ed Driscoll

Life Imitates Animal House

Just to keep our trend on PC infantilism going, Ed Morrissey writes that university students have taken to throwing food and even shoes(!) at speakers they disagree with. He links to an AP article that begins:

Commentator and former presidential candidate Pat Buchanan cut short an appearance after an opponent of his conservative views doused him with salad dressing.

“Stop the bigotry!” the demonstrator shouted as he hurled the liquid Thursday night during the program at Western Michigan University. The incident came just two days after another noted conservative, William Kristol, was struck by a pie during an appearance at a college in Indiana.

To second what Morrissey adds:

If the attacks weren’t so pathetic, they’d be dangerous — and that may yet come as the International ANSWER/MoveOn faction descends further into its immature, neurotic state. I’m no fan of Buchanan, but he does debate rather well, as does William Kristol. It seems that the Left has no answer for their skill, and so they instead sabotage the debate by hurling food. When that fails, as it did with Kristol, what comes next? Smoke bombs? Worse?

Before that happens, expect to see universities quit hosting such conferences, out of concern for student and guest safety. That’s what the radical Left wants; they will brook no dissent from the pseudo-Utopian orthodoxy they’ve spent a lifetime building in Academia, and will fight any attempt to inject reality by any means necessary.

Ironically, as Stefan Beck of The New Criterion has noted, the students that academia hurts the most by allowing this sort of insanity to go on are actually the young proto-leftists:

These poor specimens must often retreat like turtles from debate, because they know nothing of conservative positions–except from their professors’ testimonials, which rely on dilution or caricature.

And it makes it that much tougher for them, when they escape back into the real world.

Did I say that life imitates Animal House? Nah–the Delta House gang may have been exuberant party animals, but the professors at a 1962-era college were infinitely saner than many of today’s.