Introduction
My roommate (the female one that isn’t the slut, for those of you keeping track) invited me to a poetry recital taking place on campus. I have a vague interest in poetry, it being something that is rumored to have a garment-removing effect on the female sex. When she told me there would be women there, I was intrigued. When she told me there would be food there, I was sold.
Story
Alas, fate had another path for me that evening.
I went to campus with the full intention of listening to poetry and eating free food. However, no sooner was I within the doors of this hallowed institution (of SOUL-CRUSHING BEAUROCRACY*) when I noticed a flyer on the wall. The flyer on the wall was on “The Wall”. That very evening, in one of the large lecture halls usually dedicated to efficient mass soul-crushing, the movie “Pink Floyd’s The Wall” was being played.
The flyer also said something about this being for a psychology class, with an emphasis on analysing the movie for anti-war themes. But it was open to all interested parties, so I was in the position of having to choose between free food and Pink Floyd.
I looked down and realized that, by chance, I was wearing my “The Wall” t-shirt. This was the greatest example of synchronocity since some stoned genius matched up “Dark Side of the Moon” and “The Wizard of Oz”. It was therefore decided.
[sub]* Sorry. Nearly slipped into an entirely different rant there.[/sub]
Rant
But as I sat in the lecture hall waiting anxiously for the movie to start (being surrounded by psych students always makes me nervous; I never know how they’re diagnosing me in their heads), the professor began a little introduction to his anti-war interpretation of the film. Some of it was good, some of it was bad, and this part was eminently Pittable:
“… Newt Gingrich, Richard Nixon, Saddam Hussein, and other fascist dictators …”
Having not previously expended much mental energy to devising a system of categorizing Facist Dictators from Not Facist Dictators, I quickly created the following method:
In order to be a fascist dictator, one must be -
- Fascist.
- A dictator.
My mind raced through the analysis:
Saddam Hussein -
- Fascist? Quite.
- Dictator? Unquestionably. (Well, an ex-dictator anyway.)
Richard Nixon - - Fascist? Er, well, I suppose moreso than many presidents, I guess.
- Dictator? Probably would have liked to be, but no.
Newt Gingrich - - Fascist? Er … well … not exactly …
- Dictator? Um … no …
Conclusion
Now, I curse the universe that puts me in the position of defending the names of Newt Gingrich and Richard Nixon. Verily, I have sinned in a past life and this is my torment.
But, c’mon, I know you’re a college professor and all, and academia often does tend to be quite liberal, but jimminy jumping Joseph on a pogo stick! Let’s tone down the exaggeration a wee bit!