In the comments below, Pickle Rick on the mindset of “pros” vs. SJWs:
As for the Fegeleins vs Goebbels, the pros knew they could parlay their particular expertise with the Allies after surrender….They had marketable skills. Guys like Goebbels knew there was no place for the ideologue after the ideology is laying in a shallow grave. That’s why we’re seeing Mitch McConnell and his fellow Republican worms come crawling to Dementia Joe. They don’t care what uniforms they wear, what slogans they have to shout, as long as they stay somewhere in power doing what they think they are uniquely qualified to do, along with the comfortable lifestyle that goes along with it.
Emphasis mine, and thereby hangs a tale.
Money talks, the old saying goes, and bullshit walks. Since real skills have real dollar values attached to them, serious expertise lets you literally get away with murder. Pickle Rick cites the case of Reinhard Gehlen, an SS general and military intelligence expert from the Eastern Front who was employed by the Allies after the war. No doubt that dude had a lot of blood on his hands. There was a similar case with a guy whose name I forget, a high-ranking SS man in the WHVA, who became one of the leading “management theory” guys in the 50s and 60s despite being a literal slave driver (the WHVA rented out concentration camp inmates to big industrial groups like IG Farben). Everyone knows about Werner von Braun, and I think everyone has the point by now,
The trick, of course, is knowing just how valuable your experience is. Hermann Goering wildly overrated the value of his technical expertise to the Allies, vs. the propaganda value of hanging him — a massive codeine habit will do that, I suppose — and that’s one of the reasons he killed himself in prison (while a real technical expert like Adolf Galland walked free; his memoir is still widely available, and a fun read). A guy like Fegelein was just a staff pogue, and Goebbels of course was totally useless (when you’ve got endless examples of his propaganda to reverse-engineer, you don’t need the man himself). Goebbels would’ve offed himself in any case — Jim Jones was only a so-so True Believer compared to Joey G. — but at the end he was totally clear-eyed about his lack of a future.
Turns out that “propaganda weasel” isn’t so unique a skill that you need to put up with a lunatic who believes his own BS. For one thing, the Allies already had their own propaganda weasel — one much slicker than The Dwarf, because he didn’t believe a word he’d ever written (note his later world-class work with United Fruit in Guatemala). For another, they had umpteen thousand yards of tape on Goebbels; they could easily reverse-engineer anything he did. He might’ve had a real knack for it, and loads of experience, but “propaganda” is just advertising, and if tv has taught us anything, you can Moneyball that shit — a boiler room (or computer) cranking out focus-grouped ads is a lot cheaper, and more efficient, than one eccentric, highly experienced Don Draper-style “creative genius.”
And right there you’ve hit on the reason the Academy — and, as Pickle Rick notes, politics — is wall-to-wall Leftist. They know, gang. Believe me, they know.
Yeah, even the STEM guys. If you haven’t worked at a college, you probably haven’t thought about it, but once you do start thinking about it, it’s obvious why even the RADs (that’s Right Answer Disciplines, consult the official Rotten Chestnuts lexicon) are chock-a-block with Leftists. It’s not money. Professors get paid like professors, and while that seems like a lot of scratch to those of us out in the real world (fully tenured profs make in the neighborhood of $100K on average), it’s peanuts compared to what they could be making in the private sector.
I know the medical ed field pretty well, so we’ll use that. I know an older gentleman, on the verge of retirement, who through a long and boring story became more or less my swami in grad school. From him I learned (among many other things) the basics economics of med school, namely: While a med school prof gets paid on the high end of the professorial scale, that’s still 2-4x less than what someone with that skillset could be making in the private sector (depending on specialty). Which means there are only two possible reasons for someone to stick around and teach medicine: Either education is your calling (as with my guru), such that you’re willing to forego a shitload of money to follow your passion; or you’re too much of a goober to handle it out in the real world.
Guess which one is WAY more common.*
Take it down a level, and you’ve got people who couldn’t function in any other environment. The med school and engineering profs I knew could probably, with sufficient study, learn to approximate hu-man behavior outside the ivory tower. The Humanities types, though, were utterly hopeless. Words like “nerdy” and “spastic” don’t begin to describe them — spend enough time in the English Department faculty lounge, and you wonder if that old joke about an ugly kid’s parents locking him in the basement and feeding him with a slingshot might not have some basis in fact.
And what’s worse, the higher up the totem pole you go, the less your hard-won “expertise” is worth in any other situation. You could argue, and maybe at one point it was true, that an undergrad degree in History meant that you had a knack for things like “basic pattern-recognition” and “drawing obvious inferences,” and the verbal skills to communicate those conclusions.** All an advanced degree means, by contrast, is that you are “expert” in some extremely narrow, highly politicized micro-segment of both time and place.
For example, some people have told me they assume I was a specialist in Russian history back in the days. I wasn’t, but even if I was, there’s no way I could use that “expertise” to get a job at, say, the State Department, let alone a gas company. I wouldn’t know anything valuable, because the entire academic incentive structure steered me away from it. If I’d been, say, an expert in the culture of the post-Khrushchev KGB, maybe that would be useful to people trying to deal with Putin et al… but I’d never get my PhD dissertation off the ground if that were my chosen topic. If I ever wanted to get out of grad school, I’d call my diss on something like “Lesbian Pygmies with Alopecia among National Minorities in the Soviet Union, 1922-1924: A Marxist Feminist Post-Structuralist Approach.”
See what I mean? Yeah, when you looked me up in the course catalog, you’d see that I teach classes called “Soviet History,” but you could read a few books by Robert Conquest and be as much of a “Sovietologist” as I am. The one thing I know, the thing I’m PhD-level expert in, are those bald lesbian national minorities… from the Twenties.
Is it any wonder these people are professional parasites?
And politicians are even worse. They don’t even pretend to know anything special. What they have, their “expertise,” is access. Mitch McConnell knows This Guy, and That Guy, and has had lunch with The Guy, and the Guy behind The Guy. That’s his unique set of qualifications. So when the Two Bobs from Office Space come around, asking what exactly would you say you do here?, a guy like McConnell is forced to say something like this:
It’s a bit wordy to fit on America’s tombstone, but there it is.
Take it down a further notch, and you’ve got our very own “National Minorities,” soon to be our national majority, the Diversity which is Our Strength. I note that riot season has started a bit early in Minneapolis. The cop already admitted to making a mistake, I’m told, reaching for his gun instead of his taser, so the only unpredictable thing about this whole mess is the specific charge they’re going to bring him up on. Extra double secret homicide? Dumbfuckery in the third degree? Lèse-majesté?
With these clowns, anything is possible, but that’s not the point. The point is, when you come right down to it, Diverse America’s problem really is a “social construction.” Or, more specifically, a social lack of construction. A country with a viable manufacturing base has something for low-IQ, low impulse control types to do with their lives, something that gives them meaning and purpose. There’s a reason Detroit went from “lily-white” to “darker than a moonless night in the Congo” in the space of a generation, and it has nothing to do with electing Democrats (the causal arrow is almost always reversed in these situations).
I know it’s hard to believe, but this is one point on which I have genuine sympathy for the Diversity — they’re fucked, and they know they’re fucked, and there’s not a damn thing they can do about it. It must be hell, waking up every morning, knowing you’re pointless, that you’re surplus to requirements, that there’s no real reason for you to even bother waking up in the morning. For all this talk of “the Black Community,” anyone who has spent any time at all in or around the ghetto knows there’s no “community.” They express it differently, but Blacks are essentially Bugmen, no different from the soulless White drones of GloboHomoCorp, cowering in their masks while getting their food delivered, attending pointless Zoom meetings while doing their useless make-work “jobs” on their iPads.
To swing it all the way back to the top, is it any wonder these people get into radical politics? Or off themselves? Or both, by embracing the kind of radical politics that must obviously end in what amounts to gaudy suicide as the world burns? It’s the only thing they can do, that gives their lives some kind of “meaning.”
*We’re discounting what seems like an obvious third possibility, given all I’ve told y’all about the 24/7 nature of academia — that, since “work” in the ivory tower is 24 hours a week, 7 months a year, professors in STEM fields might’ve rationally calculated that they live much nicer lives, and probably even get paid more on an hourly basis, than docs (etc.) out in the private sector. The math of this makes sense, but it doesn’t fit psychologically — if you’re nerdy / Type A enough to go into STEM at the PhD level, mundane considerations like “free time” no longer apply to you. For instance, I knew an engineering prof who was also a powerlifter. That’s all he did — he taught mechanical engineering, and lifted weights — and he lifted weights, in large part, because the mechanics of weightlifting fascinated him. He was (still is, no doubt) an uber-nerd — a huge, hulking uber-nerd that could probably bench-press a Subaru, but a total dork nonetheless. Same thing with docs — to even make it through med school, you need to be the obsessive, over-focused type.
**It sure as hell ain’t true now, though, if it ever was. I used to tell History majors to their faces to switch to one of those frat boy majors like Marketing. It’s equally worthless, intellectually, but the job prospects are better. Unless you’re planning to become a History professor — and unless you’re willing to become a “transsexual,” good luck with that — you might as well start filling out that Starbucks application now.