Word: stupidity
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...course, changed all that. In the early stages, it showed us that the liberal ideology and leadership in which we had trusted was capable of monstrous and stupid acts. The lines hardened with our growing desperation: by the time of the mass marches in New York and Washington, the government was transforming itself into a hierarchy of evil. We discovered "complicity" and "resistance," and for a time fought the war in emotional, personal acts of confrontation. Then generalizations began to appear, explanations of the war in terms of various theories of imperialism. Our attention was directed inward, first to corporations...
...Everyone's too damn stupid for you, aren't they...
...from his analysis of their situation. As he shows, us the university has become an industrial complex and nothing more. The real business of a university is business. Like any corporation -- or like the United States government -- it functions in spite of sporadic protest movements. If a university is stupid, like Columbia, it gets trapped into a confrontation with its students and comes off with a bad public relations image. If it behaves more strategically, as Harvard does, it avoids such situations. But these incidents are, in any case, relatively inconsequential. The university's position--determined by the strength...
...outing, in the deep sad faces of the traffic cop, we longed for you New England, even for your snow with your different quiet, and different peace, and acceptance of these mysteries of cold and ice. The Long Island Expressway writhes in disbelief--it seems impossible that stupid dumb precipitation, which doesn't know Anybody, has no connections, has never worked its way up, could come between it and the City, the Life, the Important Things. But you, New England, you somehow recognize the face of the weather, and sadly, or eagerly watch to see what new wonder it will...
...THEN it comes, the tin-horned train on the fairground tracks, tinkling its way into Floral Park. It stops dark and cold to take on its suspicious passengers. Its blackened windows laugh at our stupid obedience, as we wordlessly without question surrender, to let it take us where it will, to whatever nefarious tunnel in the cold earth's lung...