Academic freedom? Fuck it. Why should academics
have any more freedom than the rest of us?
I can foresee the day when you'll have
only one of two “life-style” choices, for most of us,
here in Mount Hillary America:
1) Go by day to a corporate feel-freaky concentration camp,
and spend the rump of your day
2) Drop out and
blow about in dead-leaf freedom.
And that'll be it --
unless you attend a super-duper multinational higher-ed gig.
What brought this attack of dyspepsia on was something
I just read,
about the ever more endangered life of free birds
Its author was mostly ticked off by Israel's
grim turn-all-to-lead reach into the ivy patch:
Over the past few years, Israel's U.S. defenders have stepped up their campaign by establishing a network of institutions... dedicated to the task of monitoring our campuses and bringing pressure to bear on those critical of Israeli policies.... they have severely disrupted academic processes, the free function of which once made American universities the envy of the world.
The author, one Saree Makdisi, is, of course a professor herself. But you probably guessed that. Only
professors have such a high opinion of Academia.
I say, "so fuckin' what?"
Those hallowed bells of freedom
when the order of class battle
is really drawn.
One word: McCarthy.
So to hell with the liberal university scene.
If we've seen through
the notion of a broadly prosperous post industrial Amerika,
salvation, my fellow midget Americans,
awaits us regular folks
in a post university America.
Attention, future choice shoppers!
Now available in aisle one!
The fast and ever faster a-buildin' American economy,
where brave and clever third-degreed
imagineeer us homers all into nano-bounty.
Now ruminate on this nugget:
where do these gimps get bred?
Yup, both the hearts and minds
ready to hatch out
this blade runner future,
are now housed inside Amerca's leading universities.
Pure creation, suave recreation, planned procreation, and
the ultimate grail,
near immortality... for the meritoriously worthy.
It's all gettin'
cooked up, certified, property-stamped,
and shipped out globe-wide,
right inside the new universal Church
Of Patented Science, whose global
tithe will be IP royalties.
Grab your torches and pitchforks, fellow peasants,
and pay a visit to your local branch of Frankenstein U., Inc.
Up there, on the cloud-shrouded maountaintop,
among the sloping swards and shady sycamores,
the evil Doctors are probing the secrets of life – with a view to
appropriating them. If you want any life at all, haul those
freaks out of their lab, pronto.