Liberals and moderates often find statements by conservatives to be nonsensical or even incomprehensible. Sarah Palin, just to name one example, is frequently accused of speaking in “word salad“, a style in which terms are thrown together without apparent attention to syntax or meaning.
I have come to believe that this view does conservatives an injustice. What has actually happened is that conservatives, like tribes marooned on inaccessible islands, have developed what is essentially a new language.
And so, in hope that Americans of all political persuasions will better understand what conservatives are really saying (rather than write off their statements as harmless nonsense), I present this incomplete Conservative-to-English lexicon.
The Adrian Peterson controversy started a national discussion about parental discipline techniques. What Peterson did is obviously over-the-top and deserves the condemnation it has gotten. But I understand why there has been push-back. The argument has focused mainly on racial differences in discipline styles, but to me this seems more like a class issue.
I fear to tread here, because I have no children myself and my position is complicated. I grew up in the white working class, where it was assumed that all families spanked. My parents stopped when I was four, not because they were against the practice in general, but because it didn’t seem to work very well on me. I have no memories of being spanked. (I’ve heard my father tell the story of the last time he spanked me. He seemed more traumatized by it than I was.)
Having watched most of my professional-class friends raise children without spanking, I think that’s what I’d recommend if anyone thought my opinion was worth seeking out. But I’m appalled at the level of classism I hear whenever this issue gets discussed. Lots of otherwise thoughtful people talk as if working-class parents routinely beat their kids up for amusement.
Here’s what I observed growing up: For the vast majority of the households I knew, spanking was part of a well-thought-out system of discipline. It was rare — used only when a series of lesser punishments had failed — and relied more on its symbolic value than the physical pain inflicted. It was not supposed to be done in anger. (That was the whole point behind, “Wait till your father comes home.”) My friends were not going to the emergency room or showing up at school with visible welts and bruises.
Child abuse seems to me to be something else entirely, and it happens in families across the class spectrum. Slapping your toddler’s hand when he reaches for the burner on the stove is a completely different thing than breaking his collarbone because you had a bad day. It’s not a difference of degree.
In every era, the upper classes rationalize why they are better and more deserving than the lower classes. Usually there is some core of truth behind their justifications. (In Victorian England, the upper classes could quote fine poetry, sometimes in Latin or Greek, which is an admirable skill.) I-never-raise-a-hand-to-my-child has taken on that role in our era. There’s a core of truth; in general, professional-class discipline probably is better for the child than working-class discipline. But this class virtue is being exploited for the sinister purpose of justifying class differences in general: Those working-class barbarians. No wonder they live in squalor.
This one’s short, so I’ve included the full text.
I don’t have a whole lot to add here, but I’m interested by his comment on spanking not working well with him. I remember what I was like as a kid, and I wasn’t really the kind who it would work on either (not that my parents are the sort to try.)
I wonder what that implies about me (and the author here) as people. Is it meaningful? We’re both mathematicians, but two observations isn’t much…
The first immigrants to Europe arrived thousands of years ago from central Asia. Most pre-contact Europeans lived together in small villages. Because the continent was very crowded, their lives were ruled by strict hierarchies within the family and outside it to control resources. Europe was highly multi-ethnic, and most tribes were ruled by hereditary leaders who commanded the majority “commoners.” These groups were engaged in near constant warfare.
Pre-contact Europeans wore clothing made of natural materials such as animal skin and plant and animal-based textiles. Women wore long dresses and covered their hair, and men wore tunics and leggings. Both men and women liked to wear jewelry made from precious stones and metals as a sign of status. Before contact, Europeans had very poor diets. Most people were farmers and grew wheat and vegetables and raised cows and sheep to eat. They rarely washed themselves, and had many diseases because they often let their animals live with them.
Religion infused every part of Europeans’ lives. Europeans believed in one supreme deity, a father figure, who they believed was made of three parts, and they particularly worshiped the deity’s son. They claimed that their god had given humans domination over the earth. They built elaborate temples to him and performed ceremonies in which they ate crackers and drank wine and believed it was the body and blood of their god, who would provide them with entrance into a wondrous afterlife called heaven when they died. Many wars were fought over disagreements about the details of this religion, each group believing their interpretation was the right one that should be spread across the land.
never trust the academic language of a colonialist empire
Also, don’t forget that Europeans mainly couldn’t read their own languages; those who chose to dedicate their lives to the aforementioned deity would preserve various religious writings on specially prepared animal skins.
Is it weird that I think that’s a perfectly reasonable and appropriate way to summarize European history?
- ♂ = I am a boy who has a crush on you
- ♀ = I am a girl who has a crush on you
- () = I am a non binary person who has a crush on you
- * = just delete your tumblr already
- æ = Post a picture of yourself
- $ = You’re awesome
- # = I love your blog
- @ = You’re beautiful
- + = i hate you.
- % = You’re ugly
- <3 = I want to fuck you
- & = I wish we were close
- ~ = I wish we were friends in real life
- ? = I relate to a lot of the same things you go through
- ! = You inspire me
I don’t post a ton of custom cards as of late, as patchworkgalaxy takes up most of my time…
PS: I didn’t know about Patchwork Galaxy…is the playtest version publicly available?
Not yet, as there is much to do and it currently exists as a single-copy board game that has yet to begin development (programming-wise).
I’m confident that if I can find developers I can trust, there will be a beta or something else concrete by the end of the year. If not, Q1/2 of 2015.
Hm, okay. Good luck.
If you’re looking for developers, I might know a few of them. No idea whether they’d be interested, but if you want I can point them to you.
These are modern day lynchings
I’m glad they made it clear that he was an honour roll student. When someone gets murdered it’s very important to know how well they did in school.
My brother keeps mentioning an anime called Baki the Grappler and I’m very curious about it, but I’m also reluctant to google it, because I don’t want to ruin the magic of my ignorance. In my mind, Baki the Grappler is about a hamburglar-esque character who uses a grappling hook to steal baked goods.
I’m gonna be seriously disappointed if Baki turns out to be something completely different.
This means nothing! He needs to be muscular in order to operate the grappling hook! And “Risking the life” just means that he’s torn between having a hot body and eating cake.
Baki’s life is clearly full of anguish and despair.
In the Tang dynasty, the wife of a general died, and the dude married another woman. The woman gave lotsa shit to his five kids, and abused them. These kids got so damn upset that they ran to their mum’s grave and started wailing—the thing is, their mum’s ghost rose from the dead and was all, “Heyy, wassup?”
The kids complained to the mother and she was like, “K, Imma write a testimony for you so you know yo’ new mummy be an abuser,” and this took on a poem and was addressed to her husband, who saw it and showed it to his superior. The dude took it to the emperor, who was all, “WTF! No way!”
The emperor sentenced the general’s second wife to Lingnan and gave her 100 blows of the thick rod. Word.
So in ancient China, you could get the shit beaten out of you based on the testimony of a ghost?
That’s actually pretty horrifying.
But I guess history usually is.
There was a new brand manager, a man named Joel Mick, and he felt premium versions were important for the collecting aspect of the game. He decided he wanted to start them as soon as he could (as opposed to waiting for the next fall set) and that next set was Urza’s Legacy.
This irks me.