Hello Hitler, hello Stalin. Academic totalitarianism is back and better than ever. Visited upon you by us, the tungsten-hard Left, here come carnage, cataclysms and lecture notes very poorly organized. If we aren’t the most seriously dangerous bastards in the world . . .
Burning books, again. The nerve. Sure we pretend to be denizens of a world whose currency is words and ideas. But we’re nothing but fascists motorbiking from town to town, torching television towers, firebombing libraries. Burning rubber your arm felt nice wrapped round my shoulder, and I-ee-eye had a feeling that I belonged. I-ee-eye could be someone, be someone.
Once the photo started going viral, university officials removed it from their website and insisted it was just a joke. Hilarious, no?
Joke or not, while academia constantly warns of metaphorical right-wing book burners, academic arson is literally happening on the left.
They literally burn books, the metaphor. But we pretend to burn books, literally. Oh kill me.