Posted on 11/09/2019 4:12:48 AM PST by gattaca
Said they deserve 'uncomfortable' lives
A UC Berkeley graduate student and instructor took to Twitter on Wednesday to vent about his repulsion for rural Americans and why they deserve to live "uncomfortable" lives.
Jackson Kernion, a graduate student who has taught at least 11 philosophy courses at the university, posted that he "unironically embrace[s] the bashing of rural Americans."
"They, as a group, are bad people who have made bad life decisions," he said in the since-deleted tweet. "Some, I assume, are good people. But this nostalgia for some imagined pastoral way of life is stupid and we should shame people who aren't pro-city."
According to Campus Reform, the Twitter thread started with Kernion advocating against affordable health care solutions for rural Americans, saying that "Rural Healthcare Should be expensive! And that expense should be borne by those who choose rural America!"
"Same goes for rural broadband. And gas taxes," he argued. "It should be uncomfortable to live in rural America. It should be uncomfortable to not move."
Evidently Kernion believes that rural living Americans are purposely rejecting the more "efficient" city-dwelling life, and thus should bear the consequences of more expense.
Though Kernion may have been intending to make economic arguments for his beliefs, his tweets had quickly devolved into ad hominem attacks on rural Americans.
After facing some backlash, Kernion did seem to apologize for his tone, which he says came across as "way crasser and meaner" than he believes himself to be.
“And where does this idiot think his food comes from ?”
It comes from the store down the block, you hayseed. Don’t you know anything? Wow, these rural people!
And ONLY an MA. Removed from the teat.
Yeah the same asshat has to tip toe round the human feces on the sidewalks.
“And where does this idiot think his food comes from ?”
Probably the local supermarket.
Remember these bad people supply the food on your table a##holes
I call BS everyone knows food comes from the grocery store!//
He’s been listening waaay too much to David Byrne/Talking Heads...
Big Country
Lyrics
I see the shapes,
I remember from maps.
I see the shoreline.
I see the whitecaps.
A baseball diamond, nice weather down there.
I see the school and the houses where the kids are.
Places to park by the fac’tries and buildings.
Restaurants and bar for later in the evening.
Then we come to the farmlands, and the undeveloped areas.
And I have learned how these things work together.
I see the parkway that passes through them all.
And I have learned how to look at these things and I say,
I wouldn’t live there if you paid me.
I couldn’t live like that, no siree!
I couldn’t do the things the way those people do.
I couldn’t live there if you paid me to.
I guess it’s healthy, I guess the air is clean.
I guess those people have fun with their neighbors and friends.
Look at that kitchen and all of that food.
Look at them eat it’ guess it tastes real good.
They grow it in the farmlands
And they take it to the stores
They put it in the car trunk
And they bring it back home
And I say...
I wouldn’t live there if you paid me.
I couldn’t live like that, no siree!
I couldn’t do the things the way those people do.
I couldn’t live there if you paid me to.
I’m tired of looking out the windows of the airplane
I’m tired of traveling, I want to be somewhere.
It’s not even worth talking
About those people down there.
Goo Goo Ga Ga Ga
Goo Goo Ga Ga Ga
This man is saying out loud what millions of urban liberals are thinking.
Our founding fathers were rural Americans.
Post-grad is conveniently forgetting some grim realities...
Fallen Angel
Lyrcs
Tears of joy at the birth of a brother
Never alone from that time
Sixteen Years through knife fights and danger
Strangely why his life not mine
West side skyline crying
Fallen angel dying
Risk a life to make a dime
Lifetimes spent on the streets of a city
Make us the people we are
Switchblade stings in one tenth of a moment
Better get back to the car
Fallen angel
Fallen angel
Fallen angel
Fallen angel
West side skyline
Crying for an angel dying
Life expiring in the city
Snow white side streets of cold New York City
Stained with his blood it all went wrong
Sick and tired blue wicked and wild
God only knows for how long
Fallen angel
Fallen angel
Rural America delivers the things that sustain our Great Republic. Food is grown there. Factories, too. Energy is harvested there.
Without rural America, urban America’s digital toys and lifestyle die.
I find this interesting in a way. When Russia was the Communist Soviet Union they forced most of the citizens to move from their villages into the big cities. Same commie mindset..... Its all about control.
I live where I live so as to avoid the types of useless people that become a “graduate student who has taught at least 11 philosophy courses.”
Because he is a product of the modern American educational indoctrination system, especially his "Liberal Arts" degree.
Probably for 2 or 3 generations.
Sometimes I think that Pol Pot started with a good idea, but one that went very, very wrong.
Bonus humiliation if he also realizes that the guy who delivers tractor fuel is considered to be much more useful than a grad student/instructor of philosophy... unless said grad student/instructor also played football for a big 10 team when he was an underclassman.
Berkeley and San Francisco need an earthquake 9.6 on the scale
This is a gift! Those who think this is the last time we will hear about what this schmuck said ought to think again. This will be played on local TV all over some parts of the nation.
Irrevocable, living proof, years of college can't fix stupid.
Can you imagine a conservative saying this about people in inner cities. It’d be all over the media and that person would be vilified for weeks if not longer.
Hank Williams, Jr. had this to say about it...
A Country Boy Can Survive
Lyrics
The preacher man says it’s the end of time
And the Mississippi River, she’s a-goin’ dry
The interest is up and the stock market’s down
And you only get mugged if you go downtown
I live back in the woods you see
My woman and the kids and the dogs and me
I got a shotgun a rifle and a four-wheel drive
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive
I can plow a field all day long
I can catch catfish from dusk till dawn (Yeah)
We make our own whiskey and our own smoke too
Ain’t too many things these old boys can’t do
We grow good ole tomatoes and homemade wine
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive
Because you can’t stomp us out and you can’t make us run
‘Cause we’re them old boys raised on shotguns
We say grace, and we say ma’am
If you ain’t into that, we don’t give a damn
We came from the West Virginia coal mines
And the Rocky Mountains, and the western skies
And we can skin a buck, we can run a trout line
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive
I had a good friend in New York City
He never called me by my name, just Hillbilly
My grandpa taught me how to live off the land
And his taught him to be a businessman
He used to send me pictures of the Broadway nights
And I’d send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For forty-three dollars my friend lost his life
I’d love to spit some Beech-Nut in that dude’s eyes
And shoot him with my old forty-five
‘Cause a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive
‘Cause you can’t stomp us out and you can’t make us run
‘Cause we’re them old boys raised on shotguns
We say grace, and we say ma’am
If you ain’t into that, we don’t give a damn
We’re from north California and south Alabam’
And little towns all around this land
And we can skin a buck, we can run a troutline
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive
A country boy can survive
Country folks can survive
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