Rod Liddle
Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2007 8:13 am
One of Sunday afternoon?s great pleasures (after a hearty helping of roast beef and Yorkshire pud) is settling down with The Sunday Times and thereupon turning to Rod Liddle?s excellent weekly column. There?s usually plenty to titter at, and yesterday was no exception. Here?s Rod on NuLabour?s wanky social engineering - come university education - policy.
?The latest government attempt to make Britain a fairer place is to reduce the proportion of intelligent people allowed into our universities. In future, potential students will have to prove that their parents were thick as a plate of mince in order to have a better chance of gaining a place at university.
School leavers will be required to tell admissions tutors whether or not their parents attended university. The correct answer is, ?No, my father is educationally subnormal and does not have a CSE to his name. He has worked as a rat-catcher?s apprentice for 35 years. My mother works in a lard processing plant and is, if anything, even more stupid. That should do the trick.?
And he goes on?
?The universities are under pressure from the government to ?improve their social mix?. The government is forcing universities to penalise potential students whose parents went to university, thus confirming what we have always suspected ? that new Labour equates the working class with stupidity.?
Then he concludes?
?It?s a sad fact that raw intelligence is largely inherited. Penalise those whose parents got themselves into university and you are probably penalising Britain?s brightest young people. Without doing very much to alter the social mix.
They?ve been forced into this spiteful action because of two things that the rest of us have been telling them about for years. First, too many young people are going to university (often to study stuff such as PR or journalism, the principles of which most sentient beings could master in a couple of hours). Second, GCSEs are now so easy that they have become meaningless. So the tutors have no empirical means to separate the bright kids from the morons.?
Then he moves on to the hot topic (amongst PC types) of slavery and a proposed national slavery day?
?It looks as if we?re going to have a national slavery day, where we join together and remember the terrible crimes committed by our forebears between 1500 and 1807. But what shall we wear?
I shall adopt the costume of an Ashanti warrior chieftain, which will frighten the children but remind them that the people who made the most money out of slavery were . . . Africans.
Britain practised slavery for a rather shorter period than any African country ? and in Sudan and Mauritania the practice cheerfully continues to this day.?
Ha, ha, ha,?you?ve got to grin. I have this vision in my mind?s eye of Rod givin? it the size twelve, dressed up as an Ashanti warrior, gate crashin? some poxy PC gig and the look of mortification on the face of some stuck up, earnest, middleclass cow ? say like, Harriett Harman ? as she quaffs another glass of Bolly (chortle, chortle).
I reckon Rod Liddle is the antidote to boring journalists. Checkout more of his work here ?
Or better still, nip down to Mr. Patel?s of a Sunday and get yourself a copy of The Times. You know it makes sense.
Officer Dibble
?The latest government attempt to make Britain a fairer place is to reduce the proportion of intelligent people allowed into our universities. In future, potential students will have to prove that their parents were thick as a plate of mince in order to have a better chance of gaining a place at university.
School leavers will be required to tell admissions tutors whether or not their parents attended university. The correct answer is, ?No, my father is educationally subnormal and does not have a CSE to his name. He has worked as a rat-catcher?s apprentice for 35 years. My mother works in a lard processing plant and is, if anything, even more stupid. That should do the trick.?
And he goes on?
?The universities are under pressure from the government to ?improve their social mix?. The government is forcing universities to penalise potential students whose parents went to university, thus confirming what we have always suspected ? that new Labour equates the working class with stupidity.?
Then he concludes?
?It?s a sad fact that raw intelligence is largely inherited. Penalise those whose parents got themselves into university and you are probably penalising Britain?s brightest young people. Without doing very much to alter the social mix.
They?ve been forced into this spiteful action because of two things that the rest of us have been telling them about for years. First, too many young people are going to university (often to study stuff such as PR or journalism, the principles of which most sentient beings could master in a couple of hours). Second, GCSEs are now so easy that they have become meaningless. So the tutors have no empirical means to separate the bright kids from the morons.?
Then he moves on to the hot topic (amongst PC types) of slavery and a proposed national slavery day?
?It looks as if we?re going to have a national slavery day, where we join together and remember the terrible crimes committed by our forebears between 1500 and 1807. But what shall we wear?
I shall adopt the costume of an Ashanti warrior chieftain, which will frighten the children but remind them that the people who made the most money out of slavery were . . . Africans.
Britain practised slavery for a rather shorter period than any African country ? and in Sudan and Mauritania the practice cheerfully continues to this day.?
Ha, ha, ha,?you?ve got to grin. I have this vision in my mind?s eye of Rod givin? it the size twelve, dressed up as an Ashanti warrior, gate crashin? some poxy PC gig and the look of mortification on the face of some stuck up, earnest, middleclass cow ? say like, Harriett Harman ? as she quaffs another glass of Bolly (chortle, chortle).
I reckon Rod Liddle is the antidote to boring journalists. Checkout more of his work here ?
Or better still, nip down to Mr. Patel?s of a Sunday and get yourself a copy of The Times. You know it makes sense.
Officer Dibble