Mike Adams

Aside from his "I have gay friends" line, which is just an age-old liberal ploy of using token friendships for political purposes (e.g., I have black friends) Brice Horton's speech sounds a lot like that of past generations of misguided liberal activists. Take a few minutes to reflect back on the old Who classic "My Generation." The similarities between then and now are pretty striking:

People try to put us d-down (Talkin' 'bout my generation)

Just because we get around (Talkin' 'bout my generation)

Things they do look awful c-c-cold (Talkin' 'bout my generation)

I hope I die before I get old (Talkin' 'bout my generation)

When the Who released this song in 1965, they were making two distinct but inter-related statements. First, they were tying individual identity into sexual promiscuity. Second, they were condemning those who would dare to condemn their loose lifestyle. They even went so far as to say they would rather die than live to be older and more judgmental. Is this really so different from the youth of today?

Of course, the old liberal rebels of that generation didn't die. They got their college degrees in the 60s. They went to graduate school in the 70s. They became professors in the 80s. And, finally, they became college administrators in the 90s.

It was around that time (the early 90s) that the old 60s protestors decided that they weren't so crazy about protest anymore. So they passed campus speech codes to ensure that no one would challenge their perpetually adolescent view of the world. (People are good. Power is bad. And so is any modicum of moral judgment - except that which is necessary to quash debate).

But they did something more than that. In addition to condemning the condemners and silencing the dissent they decided to credential their allies. That's when we began to see degrees in "disciplines" such as Gay and Lesbian Studies. For those who don't know, that is a special degree program that teaches people how to deprive others of their religious liberty and to justify it on the basis of the hate they project upon them. A hate group is simply anyone who is hated by the homosexual lobby. That includes Hobby Lobby.

But you don't have to get a degree in Queer Studies to get special recognition at the university. At Brice Horton's university, UNCW, you can get a special lavender graduation cord just for approving of homosexuality. If you actually practice it, you get a purple graduation cord. Oh, and if you graduate with honors, you get a gold cord.

What a snapshot of social progress! At Brice's graduation they gave out one cord dedicated to academic achievement, one cord dedicated to how people achieve their orgasms, and one cord dedicated to people like Brice Horton who are just really happy to see people have sex in non-traditional ways. But, to be clear, Brice Horton isn't gay himself. He just has gay friends. He probably has black friends, too.

No wonder kids like Brice Horton are utterly unable to form arguments and to interact in a civil manner with people who hold different views. They are not rewarded for engaging in reasoned debate. They are rewarded for having strong opinions about how people have sex.

Of course, a major difference between the 60s and today is that these kids' future employers have access to the Internet. This means that when Brice Horton applies for a job, his prospective boss can run a Google search. When he types in Brice Horton, this column will likely be the first thing that pops up.

I think it's good that employers can use the Internet to decide whether they want to hire mentally unstable activists who want to throw Chick fil-A off campus and condemn their political opponents to rot in hell for eternity. Religious fundamentalists can be disruptive to the workplace - even when they aren't shouting out to Allah and flying airplanes into crowded buildings.

Mike Adams

Mike Adams is a criminology professor at the University of North Carolina Wilmington and author of Letters to a Young Progressive: How To Avoid Wasting Your Life Protesting Things You Don't Understand.