



I”ve been observing the onward march of Cultural Marxism for a whole quarter-century now, and been writing about it for a dozen or so years. It seems to me the pace of hysteria has been picking up since the start of this decade. Outrageous violations of CultMarx norms that got all the Great and the Good screaming and sputtering used to occur once every two or three years. Possibly it’s just me, but it seems like the pace nowadays is something like monthly. Where do the screamers and sputterers find that much energy?

Here’s the latest one. The national college fraternity Sigma Alpha Epsilon (SAE) has a chapter at OU, the University of Oklahoma, OK? Some members of this chapter were on a hired bus last Sunday, on their way to a formal function”they are in evening dress”at a local country club. To liven up the ride, they sang some songs, including one to the tune of “If you”re happy and you know it” with the following lyrics substituted:

There will never be a nigger in SAE.

There will never be a nigger in SAE.

You can hang him from a tree,

But he can never sign with me

There will never be a nigger in SAE.

Someone filmed this, the film got out, and all hell broke loose. Guardians of the CultMarx flame were swift to observe that SAE was founded in, oh my God, Alabama before the Civil War, and restricted membership to whites as late as”gasp!”1903.

“All right, the song was kind of tasteless. As a friend remarked to me: Jared Taylor would never allow such a display at an American Renaissance conference.”

Two of the students involved have been expelled. The expulsion is probably illegal; but what does mere legality matter when there is bigotry to be suppressed? The fraternity house has been emptied and locked up. Soon no doubt it will be reduced to rubble, the rubble carted away and used to build a Diversity Chapel, the ground then sown with salt.

All right, the song was kind of tasteless. As a friend remarked to me: Jared Taylor would never allow such a display at an American Renaissance conference. But for goodness” sake, these are college frat boys.



You want tasteless? I got tasteless. Eight years ago I wrote a piece for National Review Online regretting that we are no longer allowed to laugh at foreigners for their comical foreign-ness. The piece included a link to P.J. O”Rourke’s guide to “Foreigners Around the World“ from the May 1976 issue of National Lampoon.

P.J. didn”t hold back. Arabs? “They bugger little boys and practice some stupid religion that they”re trying to get all our Negroes to believe in.” Poles? “They didn”t know about sexual intercourse until the tenth century, having previously reproduced by raiding warthog litters.” Japanese? “Resembling the Chinese in many respects, but mercifully less numerous.” Etc., etc.

One of the NRO techies later told me that my column linking to that got an unusually large number of reader hits. I hope they all found P.J.’s stereotypes as funny as I did in 1976, and still do.

The dear old 1970s Lampoon was a treasure trove of bad-taste humor. Check out the May 1977 special issue on homosexuality, with its spoof on the then-recent white-guilt weepie, Roots. The spoof was titled”what else?”Froots … “In the oral tradition.”

(Though I note with sad resignation that the 2004 Lampoon DVD compilation has a bowdlerized version of Gahan Wilson’s “Nuts” comic strip for that issue. I remember the original. The lead-in was something like:

Remember when the Lampoon people called and asked you to do a special “Nuts” strip for the gay issue, and you said “I refuse to make fun of an inoffensive minority,” and they said “We”ll pay extra,” and you said “OK, but it”ll be in bad taste,” and they said “It fucking well better be!”?

God, I miss the old Lampoon.)