It was my understanding that Georgetown University used to be an open and tolerant campus; a place where those wishing to pursue their academic interests could do so to the fullest extent possible and with the guarantees afforded to us as citizens of a free nation. So it came as a shock to me when I opened my inbox to find a message claiming that if I wanted to be able to host a party I had to attend a “party training” session. What I attended only confirmed this school’s dangerous descent into authoritarianism.
Ignore the fact that the University forcing me to go to this session on proper procedures for hosting a function with alcohol is no less evil than the compulsory recruitment that forced so many unwilling youths and enfeebled men to join Hitler’s Army in the last days of the Reich. That would be enough to send a chill up anyone’s spine. But what we were taught at this re-education camp of a one-hour training lecture would make the Republicans of the Spanish Civil War rip their hair out in anguish.
First, these mini Duces said that a party was “12 or more people where alcohol was present.” And who, throughout history, also had parties of 12 or more people? That’s right, the Nazis. And Lord knows their rallies had way more than 12 people.
Next we were helplessly informed that all gatherings had strict ending times and that quiet hours were to be firmly enforced. How dare they! So if our parties upset our precious neighbors we would be silenced; silenced like so many dissidents in Germany and Japan and Italy. These are my spiritual ancestors and I will follow in their example. If other students are willing to quiet down and be sheep or robots or robot-sheep then let them. I will not be a bystander!
A small booklet was also distributed containing, so-called “useful facts” about “appropriate” alcohol consumption. This was nothing more than flimsy and offensive racial propaganda! Women can’t drink more than men, men can’t drink more than 5 drinks; I guess Eugenics is still thriving at Georgetown. Hey, maybe I’ll minor in it!
And to enforce these new Nuremburg Laws? Common blackshirts, reinvented as S.N.A.P, an anagram for an American National Socialist party if I’ve ever seen one.
Hoyas everywhere must rise up to these mini-Mosleys before it’s too late. It’s just like that poem about the hangman: First they came for the Jews and I said nothing. Then for the Catholics. Then for the Panamanians…Then other people said something and they also got hung…I don’t remember all of it but you get the point! I’m a hero.
