The lie of absolute or 'full' equality - Not everyone wants to do everything

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So in 2020, we've had to encounter a ton of shit about diversity, inclusion and other such shit to the extent that most people just stop reading when they see those words. I recently came across a review for a book released this month and the author started the review with 'white male privilege'." Instantly closed the review and deemed her opinion pointless.

Frankly, true equality is a lie. It involves pulling everyone down to one basic level so no one is 'special'. The problem is you are always going to have natural talents in certain groups that will exceed these quotas. You will also have certain pre-dispositions towards career paths, future and color. Its quite well known in the black community that being smart is 'acting white'. So in order to get black scores up, the tests in certain school districts were changed. There's been a massive flight from public schools to private or religious ones, which generally aren't constrained by school boards. This is so every poor student can go to college, even if they want that. Which many of them don't. The schools testscores dropping makes them unprepared for the challenges of college.

The push to 'decolonize' math and focus history on Africa and eliminate white composers, son on and so forth. Its not just elimination, its expanding the useless social sciences and 'critical theory departments' where you are only qualified to fuck up a business via HR, or teach critical theory. It is made so that the standards for them are lowered, so they can get better positions. Hell, UCLA Berkely eliminated the SAT and ACT. Guess they're having funding problems and need those massive loans. Reminder, it isn't just Universities dropping standards, professional schools are too. Look at these MCAT scores for med school:

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Anything above a 30 is basically required or you usually don't get in. Guess who is fucked the most by this? Asians. All because the med field needs to be more 'diverse'. I don't know, I could give a shit with the med field being diverse. Give me a good fuckinhg doctor. Everyone doesn't even want to focus on the socio-economic forces that drive these trends. Irs all based in critical race theory, which is one of the ultimate trash disciplines.

So things must be made harder for those who do well, and easier for those who can't hack it. Especially in fields like these, it leads to death. True 50/50 equality will never be reached because of the small number who want to go in that cohort, for racial or social reasons.

I know people are going to bring up the Finland example, the land of the ultimate feminist. They were shocked, SHOCKED when literally nothing was 50/50, almost as if men and women had different personalites and outlooks. They passed up fields like engineering for nursing or psychiatry, Obviously this a shocking revelation that men and women are different, like different things and are characteristically distinct from men.

Or the fact, God forbid, Gays and Trans need to be in everything, the former being 3-5% and the latter being one percent. So quality must be sacrificed to the God of feelijgsl We will sacrifice good stories good characters to go, "YOU KNOW THEY'RE GAY RIGHT SO GAY"

And even if we were to reach 'perfect' equaliy, we'd just find something else to discriminate about.
 

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'Full' equality being a completely unattainable goal is not a bug, it's a feature

Think about this from the prospective of a grievance-monger. If you make a living off or are even just entertained by constantly fracturing groups, companies, whatever via grievances based on notions of 'equality' or perceived lack thereof, your grift is in danger of coming to a screeching halt the moment you set a reasonable, attainable goal at which point the involved parties are no longer aggrieved. Unreachable goal = endless grift.
 

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It's a lie, and has always been a lie. Thomas Sowell had the best quote I've heard on it. Something along the lines of 'A man isn't equal to himself on different days".

Anytime I have this conversation irl nobody is able to tell me what 'equal' means. I've looked up the definition and human beings cannot fit it. If we, as a society, could embrace people's differences(btw which necessitate inequality) and help people excel where they actually can excel we'd be in a much better place. Continuing to push the lie of equality only festers jealousy, and envy in people who don't achieve the same success as the next man when they literally are not capable of doing it.
 

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It's a lie, and has always been a lie. Thomas Sowell had the best quote I've heard on it. Something along the lines of 'A man isn't equal to himself on different days".

Anytime I have this conversation irl nobody is able to tell me what 'equal' means. I've looked up the definition and human beings cannot fit it. If we, as a society, could embrace people's differences(btw which necessitate inequality) and help people excel where they actually can excel we'd be in a much better place. Continuing to push the lie of equality only festers jealousy, and envy in people who don't achieve the same success as the next man when they literally are not capable of doing it.
Equal to them means some form of revenge. To pull down others. The problem is the cultural, biological and social differences basically ensure there never will be full equality. And that is ok. We need to accept that certain people won't do certain things or hate to do certain things so equality is fundamentally unreachable.
 

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You have to wonder if the reason we no longer act as if all men were created equal is that we collectively no longer believe men were created. Or at least I wonder.
Could be, the lack of religious belief is certainly a factor here. After all, its 'all men are created equal in the eyes of God, able to achieve salvation or be damned by their own efforts'.
Rich, poor, black, white, whatever, it doesn't matter in the Christian theology as long as you repent, accept Christ, and hold the faith. The Judgement after your death is the ultimate form of equality.

Without it, you're left with equality under the law, which is also a fine enough concept, except that it is prone to fucking about by clever semantic tricks that buffalo past reason to attack emotion. See the current Critical Race Theory and feminism bullshit we're currently suffering from.

Under it all we're moving into the end-point of all this bullshit: Equality of Outcome. At that point, you're into Harrison Bergeron territory. I try to make as many people read it as possible. It isn't long.

HARRISON BERGERON by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.

THE YEAR WAS 2081, and everybody was finally equal. They weren't only equal before God and the law. They were equal every which way. Nobody was smarter
than anybody else. Nobody was better looking than anybody else. Nobody was stronger or quicker than anybody else. All this equality was due to the
211th, 212th, and 213 th Amendments to the Constitution, and to the unceasing vigilance of agents of the United States Handicapper General.

Some things about living still weren't quite right, though. April for instance, still drove people crazy by not being springtime. And it was in
that clammy month that the H-G men took George and Hazel Bergeron's fourteen-year-old son, Harrison, away.

It was tragic, all right, but George and Hazel couldn't think about it very hard. Hazel had a perfectly average intelligence, which meant she couldn't
think about anything except in short bursts. And George, while his intelligence was way above normal, had a little mental handicap radio in his
ear. He was required by law to wear it at all times. It was tuned to a government transmitter. Every twenty seconds or so, the transmitter would
send out some sharp noise to keep people like George from taking unfair advantage of their brains.

George and Hazel were watching television. There were tears on Hazel'scheeks, but she'd forgotten for the moment what they were about.

On the television screen were ballerinas.

A buzzer sounded in George's head. His thoughts fled in panic, like bandits from a burglar alarm.

"That was a real pretty dance, that dance they just did," said Hazel.

"Huh" said George.

"That dance-it was nice," said Hazel.

"Yup, " said George. He tried to think a little about the ballerinas. They weren't really very good-no better than anybody else would have been, anyway.
They were burdened with sashweights and bags of birdshot, and their faces were masked, so that no one, seeing a free and graceful gesture or a pretty
face, would feel like something the cat drug in. George was toying with the vague notion that maybe dancers shouldn't be handicapped. But he didn't get
very far with it before another noise in his ear radio scattered his thoughts .

George winced. So did two out of the eight ballerinas.

Hazel saw him wince. Having no mental handicap herself, she had to ask George what the latest sound had been.

"Sounded like somebody hitting a milk bottle with a ball peen hammer, " said George .

"I'd think it would be real interesting, hearing all the different sounds," said Hazel a little envious. "All the things they think up."


"Urn, " said George.

"Only, if I was Handicapper General, you know what I would do?" said Hazel. Hazel, as a matter of fact, bore a strong resemblance to the Handicapper
General, a woman named Diana Moon Glampers. "If I was Diana Moon Glampers," said Hazel, "I'd have chimes on Sunday- just chimes. Kind of in honor of
religion . "

"I could think, if it was just chimes," said George.

"Well-maybe make 'em real loud," said Hazel. "I think I'd make a good Handicapper General."

"Good as anybody else," said George.

"Who knows better then I do what normal is?" said Hazel.

"Right," said George. He began to think glimmeringly about his abnormal son who was now in jail, about Harrison, but a twenty-one-gun salute in his head
stopped that.

"Boy!" said Hazel, "that was a doozy, wasn't it?"

It was such a doozy that George was white and trembling, and tears stood on the rims of his red eyes. Two of of the eight ballerinas had collapsed to the studio floor, were holding their temples.

"All of a sudden you look so tired," said Hazel. "Why don't you stretch out on the sofa, so's you can rest your handicap bag on the pillows, honeybunch."
She was referring to the forty-seven pounds of birdshot in a canvas bag, which was padlocked around George's neck. "Go on and rest the bag for a
little while," she said. "I don't care if you're not equal to me for a while . "

George weighed the bag with his hands. "I don't mind it," he said. "I don't notice it any more. It's just a part of me."

"You been so tired lately-kind of wore out," said Hazel. "If there was just some way we could make a little hole in the bottom of the bag, and just take out a few of them lead balls. Just a few."

"Two years in prison and two thousand dollars fine for every ball I took out," said George. "I don't call that a bargain."

"If you could just take a few out when you came home from work," said Hazel. "I mean-you don't compete with anybody around here. You just set around."

"If I tried to get away with it," said George, "then other people ' d get away with it-and pretty soon we'd be right back to the dark ages again, with
everybody competing against everybody else. You wouldn't like that, would you?"

"I'd hate it," said Hazel.

"There you are," said George. The minute people start cheating on laws, whatdo you think happens to society?"


If Hazel hadn't been able to come up with an answer to this question, George couldn't have supplied one. A siren was going off in his head.

"Reckon it'd fall all apart," said Hazel.

"What would?" said George blankly.

"Society," said Hazel uncertainly. "Wasn't that what you just said?

"Who knows?" said George.

The television program was suddenly interrupted for a news bulletin. It wasn't clear at first as to what the bulletin was about, since the announcer,
like all announcers, had a serious speech impediment. For about half a minute, and in a state of high excitement, the announcer tried to say,
"Ladies and Gentlemen."

He finally gave up, handed the bulletin to a ballerina to read.

"That's all right-" Hazel said of the announcer, "he tried. That's the big thing. He tried to do the best he could with what God gave him. He should get
a nice raise for trying so hard."

"Ladies and Gentlemen," said the ballerina, reading the bulletin. She must have been extraordinarily beautiful, because the mask she wore was hideous.
And it was easy to see that she was the strongest and most graceful of all the dancers, for her handicap bags were as big as those worn by two-hundred
pound men.

And she had to apologize at once for her voice, which was a very unfair voice for a woman to use. Her voice was a warm, luminous, timeless melody. "Excuse
me-" she said, and she began again, making her voice absolutely uncompetitive .

"Harrison Bergeron, age fourteen," she said in a grackle squawk, "has just escaped from jail, where he was held on suspicion of plotting to overthrow
the government. He is a genius and an athlete, is under-handicapped, and should be regarded as extremely dangerous."

A police photograph of Harrison Bergeron was flashed on the screen-upside down, then sideways, upside down again, then right side up. The picture
showed the full length of Harrison against a background calibrated in feet and inches. He was exactly seven feet tall.

The rest of Harrison's appearance was Halloween and hardware. Nobody had ever born heavier handicaps. He had outgrown hindrances faster than the H-G men
could think them up. Instead of a little ear radio for a mental handicap, he wore a tremendous pair of earphones, and spectacles with thick wavy lenses.
The spectacles were intended to make him not only half blind, but to give him whanging headaches besides.

Scrap metal was hung all over him. Ordinarily, there was a certain symmetry, a military neatness to the handicaps issued to strong people, but Harrison
looked like a walking junkyard. In the race of life, Harrison carried three hundred pounds .

And to offset his good looks, the H-G men required that he wear at all times a red rubber ball for a nose, keep his eyebrows shaved off, and cover his
even white teeth with black caps at snaggle-tooth random.

"If you see this boy, " said the ballerina, "do not - I repeat, do not - try to reason with him."

There was the shriek of a door being torn from its hinges.

Screams and barking cries of consternation came from the television set. The photograph of Harrison Bergeron on the screen jumped again and again, as
though dancing to the tune of an earthquake.

George Bergeron correctly identified the earthquake, and well he might have -for many was the time his own home had danced to the same crashing tune. "My
God-" said George, "that must be Harrison!"

The realization was blasted from his mind instantly by the sound of an automobile collision in his head.

When George could open his eyes again, the photograph of Harrison was gone. A living, breathing Harrison filled the screen.

Clanking, clownish, and huge, Harrison stood - in the center of the studio.
The knob of the uprooted studio door was still in his hand. Ballerinas, technicians, musicians, and announcers cowered on their knees before him,
expecting to die.

"I am the Emperor!" cried Harrison. "Do you hear? I am the Emperor! Everybody must do what I say at once!" He stamped his foot and the studio shook.

"Even as I stand here" he bellowed, "crippled, hobbled, sickened - I am a greater ruler than any man who ever lived! Now watch me become what I can
become ! "

Harrison tore the straps of his handicap harness like wet tissue paper, tore straps guaranteed to support five thousand pounds.

Harrison's scrap-iron handicaps crashed to the floor.

Harrison thrust his thumbs under the bar of the padlock that secured his head harness. The bar snapped like celery. Harrison smashed his headphones and
spectacles against the wall.

He flung away his rubber-ball nose, revealed a man that would have awed Thor, the god of thunder.

"I shall now select my Empress!" he said, looking down on the cowering people. "Let the first woman who dares rise to her feet claim her mate and her throne!"

A moment passed, and then a ballerina arose, swaying like a willow.

Harrison plucked the mental handicap from her ear, snapped off her physical handicaps with marvelous delicacy. Last of all he removed her mask.

She was blindingly beautiful.



"Now-" said Harrison, taking her hand, "shall we show the people the meaning of the word dance? Music!" he commanded.

The musicians scrambled back into their chairs, and Harrison stripped them of their handicaps, too. "Play your best," he told them, "and I'll make you
barons and dukes and earls."

The music began. It was normal at first-cheap, silly, false. But Harrison snatched two musicians from their chairs, waved them like batons as he sang
the music as he wanted it played. He slammed them back into their chairs.

The music began again and was much improved.

Harrison and his Empress merely listened to the music for a while-listened gravely, as though synchronizing their heartbeats with it.

They shifted their weights to their toes.

Harrison placed his big hands on the girls tiny waist, letting her sense the weightlessness that would soon be hers.

And then, in an explosion of joy and grace, into the air they sprang!

Not only were the laws of the land abandoned, but the law of gravity and the laws of motion as well.

They reeled, whirled, swiveled, flounced, capered, gamboled, and spun.

They leaped like deer on the moon.

The studio ceiling was thirty feet high, but each leap brought the dancers
nearer to it.

It became their obvious intention to kiss the ceiling. They kissed it.

And then, neutraling gravity with love and pure will, they remained suspended in air inches below the ceiling, and they kissed each other for a long, long
time .

It was then that Diana Moon Clampers, the Handicapper General, came into the studio with a double-barreled ten-gauge shotgun. She fired twice, and the
Emperor and the Empress were dead before they hit the floor.

Diana Moon Clampers loaded the gun again. She aimed it at the musicians and told them they had ten seconds to get their handicaps back on.

It was then that the Bergerons' television tube burned out.

Hazel turned to comment about the blackout to George. But George had gone out into the kitchen for a can of beer.

George came back in with the beer, paused while a handicap signal shook him up. And then he sat down again. "You been crying" he said to Hazel.

"Yup, " she said.

"What about?" he said.

"I forget," she said. "Something real sad on television."

"What was it?" he said.

"It's all kind of mixed up in my mind," said Hazel.

"Forget sad things," said George.

"I always do," said Hazel.

"That's my girl," said George. He winced. There was the sound of a rivetting gun in his head.

"Gee - I could tell that one was a doozy, " said Hazel.

"You can say that again," said George.

"Gee-" said Hazel, "I could tell that one was a doozy."
 
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I hate tall poppy syndrome too, but that's life, really. Every place on earth is guilty of it. They say equanimity is what is needed, not equality. I can see that. But humans are fucky creatures with fucky priorities, and sadly, this world is all about rule of the majority until the coming of power that can sway the majority.

Plus, as much as suffering and adversity sucks, it's kind of realistic to know that it's necessary to experience and learn from it. That's what separates the exceptional snowflakes from the actual fruit bearing flowers. It's also good that nothing is perfect either, because everything at one point or another deserves a good thrashing now and then.
 

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If you get to age 12 in school and have been nothing but a drain, no aptitude, no effort, and no intention to improve, then fine stop going. You spend the next 4 years in a vocational school to see if you prefer a manual job fixing cars, being a plumber, etc. Usually people who may not be considered "clever" are much better using their hands for skilled work a lot of conventionally clever people don't have the eye for. If at age 16 you still don't give a f then that's ok, bye and good luck. Out the educational system, go get a job. The people who applied themselves get another 3 years training something to full skill, so they liked general workshop stuff, want to spend 3 years becoming a master welder?

That's educational equality. Not we must have the same amount of each colour of people and each gender to be sure everyone has the same access to higher education. To someone who works in an office earning 6 figures, when the only shitter is broken, the plumber is suddenly worth the same if he can get there in 10 minutes and fix it properly first time. Weed out yeah maybe at 12 yeah then not turn up, or it needs a part because I'm not clever enough to anticipate ever needing to bring a spare o ring or mechanism in my van.

That man probably didn't want to do anything but somehow became a plumber. Get rid, replace with someone who wants to do it and is trained, and paid very well. Motivation, they want to do it, they spent 3 years training for this exact job when they could have just left school at 16. Big money available if you do it right every time, no poor quality or shortcuts.
 

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Several generations running on participation trophies, being rewarded for the bare minimun (and sometimes even less than that), along with being raised with the conflicting ideas that they are special and yet everyone is equal has led to this.
 

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I do wanna know what kind of situations lead 6.3% of Blacks with stellar MCAT and GPA scores to rejection from med school. Like are they all savants with severe tourette's or something?

Regardless, this makes for perfectly reasonable cause to ask for a doctor that's not Black. Asian and White doctors will now always be the cream of the crop, ironically giving others a negative stigma. Great work, retards, you just caused a hell of a lot more racism in trying to make every hospital's staff look like the Burger King Kids Club.
 
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I do wanna know what kind of situations lead 6.3% of Blacks with stellar MCAT and GPA scores to rejection from med school. Like are they all savants with severe tourette's or something?

Regardless, this makes for perfectly reasonable cause to ask for a doctor that's not Black. Asian and White doctors will now always be the cream of the crop, ironically giving others a negative stigma. Great work, retards, you just caused a hell of a lot more racism in trying to make every hospital's staff look like the Burger King Kids Club.
I imagine for the 6.3% its something like applying too late. Applying right is one way to get into med schools. They honestly probably get wait-listed. Or there might have been errors in their applications. So my guess is applying too late (or not early enough). I imagine they'll just have to wait a year.

Also, basically what determines if you're going to be a good doctor are the boards, and what links your med school has to local hospitals. So yeah, you might get a flood of African Americans but what about residency placements? What about decent schools (not ones overseas)? Do many of them just go internal medicine or do others get into more lucrative specialties? So yes, they might be accepted, but they might not be good enough and just end up in front line medicine in free clinics and shit. Not good hospital placements.

But yeah, people request different doctors all the time. Indian doctors, Asian doctors and white doctors. I think they pulled a UK and tossed Indians in with the Asians. 'most frequently is requesting a male or female doctor. I know if I was a woman I probably wouldn't want a male OBGYN.

It sounds more like you were fishing for stickies judging by how trite the op is.
Sorry I didn't write a total academic treatise on shit I wanted to casually talk about. lol, holy shit, that's actually what you thought? Jesus christ. Nigger, I don't give a fuck. The obsession some people have on this forum for 'stickers' and who gets them and who doesn't is fucking retarded.

Which is why we keep them around, because it makes so many people assmad.
 

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Gays and Trans need to be in everything, the former being 3-5% and the latter being one percent
More like 1-2% and 0.1%, when I dived into the studies a couple of days ago.

Did you know that americans on average think more than 20% people are gay? Crazy.

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So what do you think is fueling the drive towards equality? Isn't it the best strategy from a zero-sum perspective for anyone that doesn't meet the half-way point in ability/intelligence/industriousness etc.? To demand equality in any way shape or form?
 
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So what do you think is fueling the drive towards equality? Isn't it the best strategy from a zero-sum perspective for anyone that doesn't meet the half-way point in ability/intelligence/industriousness etc.? To demand equality in any way shape or form?
That's a good question. I'd imagine it's an effective method of controlling masses of people since most are below average in any specific area. Also it's an easy scapegoat for jealous, non fulfilled people.

Optimistically it's a feel good idea and probably derives from religious sentiments but I cannot find where anyone would get that idea. Its definitely not scientific at all, as far as Christianity goes the foundation for the concept is wafer thin at best, and probably more importantly, from a purely secular POV, no philospher from Plato and Aristotle, to the mid 20th century ever believed or argued all men were equal. Theres no foundation for the idea anywhere, yet it persists.

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More like 1-2% and 0.1%, when I dived into the studies a couple of days ago.

Did you know that americans on average think more than 20% people are gay? Crazy.

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So what do you think is fueling the drive towards equality? Isn't it the best strategy from a zero-sum perspective for anyone that doesn't meet the half-way point in ability/intelligence/industriousness etc.? To demand equality in any way shape or form?
Eh, I think with LGB people, the number's about 3-5% globally but it's probably higher in the USA (still 10% or lower though) since we've got a large population (third highest in the world after China and India) and a more liberal attitude to LGBT people than China.

The biggest problem with statistics on LGB is that both sides want to fudge the numbers to boost their political agenda.

The issue is the Woke Leftists tend to grossly overinflate the numbers and the (((traditionalists))) vastly sell it short. I do agree that the trannies are a lot lower than reported since gender dysphoria is a rare disorder and at the absolute most, it might just barely crack 1% at the absolute most in the United States since the population is so large.

Troons, "queers" (a slur for LGB people, btw) and "non-binary" types greatly inflate the numbers of the trans population. Actual dysphorics are exeedingly rare

As for the drive to equality, I think the Woke Left genuinely wants a Harrison Bergenon dystopia and push for equity/equality of outcomes at all costs and damn the actual negative effects that it would have on society.

Best case scenario, they want this forced equality because the road to Hell is paved with good intentions. Worst case scenario, they support this idea solely because "Fuck You, Dad!" since a lot of Millennial and Early Zoomer leftists really are that petty

I'm all for equality of opportunity since I'm not a traditionalist, but I also believe that if you fuck up your opportunity to do a specific profession, maybe you were meant for something else? Not everyone can be a doctor or a lawyer or whatever and there's a lot of other jobs that are still just as important even if there's a lower skill threshold or a lower pay grade.
 
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