[img]1|left|||no_popup[/img]When you draw a chair before a television screen to study the blocky machinations of frumpy Sonia Sotomayor slumped over at her Supreme Court confirmation hearings, you are an eyewitness to the natural, predictable ravages of affirmative action.
Ace blogger Ed Whelan cites three specific samples from yesterday, using “providence” when she meant “province,” saying “you build up your story of knowledge” when she should have said “store of knowledge,” and repeatedly referring to “eminent death threat” when she should have said “imminent death threat.”
Three kinds of skids are pretty remarkable for a whom for whom the coin of the realm is supposed to be her ability to communicate, as if she were made of crystal.
Sonia well may be a nice lady.
A remotely impure thought never has dared to fly within a hundred miles of her virginal ears. How pure is she? The jittery Democratic on the Senate committee have leaped to their rhetorical feet every time she closes in on saying she thought about leaving a red light before it changed.
If we can presume she is a serious person, the dear lady must be embarrassed.
A Game of Being Duped Over and Over
I remain shocked by the millions of black and brown adult Americans not smart enough to see how humiliatingly patronizing the Left is when it offers artificial coupons to help unqualified persons — mainly students — enter a sanctuary where most are doomed to fall on their noses.
When a leering man waggles his finger and says, “C’m on over here, little girl. I have some candy for you,” doesn’t anybody out there in Victimland see that your ultimate success only is being delayed when the Left cunningly turns you into pitiable welfare cases.
You don’t have to enroll in university to deduce this.
As long as clods such as the spectacularly unqualified Karen Bass are put out there as political candidates, minorities — not including Asians, of course — will continue to flounder and fail at a blurring pace.
The left rear tire on my car understands modern society more clearly than the regularly overwhelmed Speaker of the Assembly.
Check out Tom Elias’s essay today.
Democrats, accustomed to political clunkers, no longer are embarrassed by such low-flying fodder.
As for Sonia, she is being treated like a Hispanic cripple, incapable of developing an independent thought without having a mother-hen Dem standing nearby with a fly swatter.
Let her talk, boys.
Sonia looks like as fragile as a 95-year-old lady pulling a donkey uphill.
Let her be herself. The hearings have been fixed, as the world knows. She is in, even if she does bring in the gun from home she talked about yesterday.
Two Lumps in My Coffee, Please
Lump — an apt verb, given Sonia’s appearance — her linguistic deficiencies with her years’ long serial proclamations about a “wise Latina” being superior to a white male and other racial superiority assertions, and you have a balky picture that troubles Americans who believe in fair play and integrity.
Throughout her public career, Sonia undeniably has talked up Puerto Rican cultural superiority. This week, during the confirmation hearings, you would have thought she had spent the last 30 years in a cloistered convent repeating the rosary prayer.
But remember, the married Ted Kennedy killed a girlfriend he shlepped on the side, has virtually drunk himself to an alcoholic death, and ditzy Dems say Teddy is the cat’s pajamas.
Ain’t no taste left here anymore.
Written and visual records show Sonia talking up the useful superiority of Puerto Rican culture — an entirely understandable, acceptable sentiment. In the front breath, Sonia acknowledges her bias, and but on the back end, her Democratic senatorial masters keep saying. “No, you aren’t.”
Her consistent mangling, even of Puerto Rican-style English, strongly suggests that the magna cum laude honor she was handed at the end of her college days, was as phony as the confirmation hearings.
But by golly, it impresses the lighter weights, doesn’t it?
She is symbolic of crowds of black and brown students who were emptily promoted because it made their white, left-wing controllers feel good.
Barring a miracle, one may logically assume that all subsequent honors following the granting of an affirmative action entry pass for students in this countr5y are equally bogus.
The dirty, largely untold — and unadmitted — backstory about the foul concept of affirmative action is that it keeps on giving.
It does not cure black and brown recipients. It does not swell their base of knowledge. It only further hurts them, and it places these vulnerable students at disadvantages for the rest of their academic lives, which is mercifully short in many instances.
In probably 100 percent of academic cases, a below-grade student is granted affirmative action because he is unqualified to compete at that level, and he is not white.
Dear reader. If he was unqualified on opening day because he lacked the mental acuity, did he magically become smarter because liberal feel-gooders designated him an affirmative action work project?
