UC Berkeley School of Business graduates voted for Angad Singh Padda to deliver the student speech at their graduation. And boy, did he deliver. Padda used the opportunity to advocate for unity and acceptance of all.
Violent right wing defense mobs have finally emerged to fight the antifa.
Today was a pro-trump march in Berkeley in response to the protest and ensuing riot that occurred at UC Berkeley
The trump supporters who showed up anticipated a similar anarchist/leftist response to Milo’s speech and so came armed with blunt weapons, bear spray and shields. Sure enough, the antifa outnumbered the right wing protesters, but they were pushed back every time.
Threatening to silence an iconic liberal college because of protest against a speaker who is exactly the opposite of the school. Inviting an editor an chief from Breitbart, a hate mongering wannabe news blog, deserved that exact reaction. To pretend like there was going to be fair and equal dialogue is bullshit and plays the role of victim on Yiannopoulos’s part. You chose to go into the dragons den, don’t be mad you got burned. You bring racist, fascist ideas to a campus full of liberal minded, democracy prone, diverse students YES THEY WILL DRAG YOU.
But this continued threat to suppress protest is deeply anti democratic, and borders on parallels with Nazi Germany. There are states proposing that protesters may get real jail time, or be allowed to be murdered by motorists. These are dangerous times.
I’m proud of you UCB. May you lead the way for other campus’s.
Remember bike lock guy? He’s seen attacking several people, putting at least one in an ambulance, and usually attacking people that are no threat, that are not armed, or that don’t see him coming.
After an investigative effort that included details like estimating his length by his brand of pants and matching his taste in pens and shoes, /pol/ claims he is a professor at Diablo Valley College, who taught “A Feminist Critique of Human Nature Essentialism” and wrote for Huffington Post, because of course he did.
He’s been tipped to police in different jurisdictions as well as FBI. If it’s him, we can hope the information is looked at seriously and he gets nicked for attempted murder.
We’ve tried peaceful protests and nobody listens. Every liberal peaceful protest is met with a flood of people calling us whiners and mocking us. If they won’t listen to peaceful protests the only option is militancy. Make it so that they have no other option but to address our concerns, they have ignored us too long.
I support the actions taken by the citizens of Berkeley to stand up for what they believe in.
PROMPT: Every person has a creative side, and it can be expressed in many ways: problem solving, original and innovative thinking, and artistically, to name a few. Describe how you express your creative side.
Sitting on my desk in front of me are seven battered Moleskine softcover sketchbooks, each one representing six months of my life in collage, graphs, personal anecdotes, ticket stubs, and thousands of sketches representing thousands of reality-tv obsessions, seasonal decorations, and countless profiles of strangers that I’ve seen in cafes and on trains in the last three years. Not only can I trace my artistic development since my freshmen year, these notebooks also serve as a personal roadmap, tracing the backstory of one [my full name]. Take, for example, sketchbook #7. There is a sticker for a coffee shop in Spokane, Washington affixed to the front and a map of Tahiti’s main island taped to the back. This journal starts in the June before Senior year, continuing on until this very moment. That particular summer was especially tumultuous, with a then undiagnosed mental illness coloring my artwork in chaotic shades of panic, my writing dripping with despair that stumbled into unbridled rage that freefell into hopelessness, leaving me shattered at the bottom of a dismal pit. Really, cheery stuff. But as green watercolor blobs accompanied by white charcoal capsules cut with element number three waltz out of their clear orange bottles and across this depiction of my subconscious, hope emerges. On a slightly less bleak note, #2 contains some portrayal of Jared Padalecki, my favorite actor when I was fifteen, for every day of the year. I was utterly obsessed, given over losing myself in a pop culture oblivion. #4 has more than its fair share of raunchy fanfiction involving Oscar Wilde and Robert Baldwin Ross. My favorite part of #6 is a massive two-page spread that traces the entirety of geological time from the Early Cambrian to the Holocene. Each one is a quantifiable reflection of the hundreds of different people that I have been in the last four years.