In his latest Takimag piece, the good doctor reflects on the topic of human stupidity after reading an interesting French book on the subject.
Stupidity is like measles in the old days: Everyone has to go through it. But there is no possible immunization against stupidity. If anything, its prevalence seems to have risen with tertiary education and yet further with the so-called social media. Artificial intelligence will boost it to new heights, or depths.
In the summer edition of City Journal, Dr. Dalrymple raises some common sense concerns over the attempted normalization of the mental disorder known as gender dysphoria over the past decade in many Western countries. Of course, common sense is not so common in this day and age.
The entire phenomenon over the last decade or so should lead us to two large questions: Have we gone mad? And what, as a society, are we doing to children?
In last week´s Takimag column, our favorite doctor ruminates on the consequences of yet another ridiculously politically correct Guardian headline, this time related to the prestigious Booker Prize.
To celebrate the preponderance of one demographic group or another in some area of achievement is a mark of identitarian politics, the kind of politics that is destructive and enfeebling. I would rather say that the judges were to be congratulated on choosing the six best books—if they succeeded in doing so—than that their choice was to be celebrated.
Our concerned doctor warns his readers of the troubling development of the absurd acceptance of vandalism by many Western ‘intellectuals’ in the pursuit of whatever the latest leftist craze happens to be. Our readers are advised to read all the way to the end of this Epoch Times piece for a happy and just ending to this particular sad and disgraceful saga.
Of course, vandalism in the name of a good cause would be permitted only for those causes that found favor with the intelligentsia of the day: One can just imagine the outcry if someone damaged a painting in protest against illegal immigration. The result, de facto, would be publicly licensed vandalism.
In the October edition of New English Review, our philosophical doctor considers the evolutionary development of a common beetle, the curse of having been informed early of his high intelligence, and the pursuit of the good life.
The question raises that of the good life. What is the proper end for a person to pursue? Does anything actually matter, given the size of the universe, the second law of thermodynamics, the transience of life, the inevitability of death and the infinitude of time?
In a September Takimag piece, our old-fashioned doctor recounts his shocking first encounter with television after being away for a quarter century.
The debate between Nixon and Kennedy was Plato by comparison with what we have now, albeit that Nixon’s five o’clock shadow played some part in the public assessment of it. We are more intelligent and better educated than ever, but somehow public discourse becomes cruder, more stupid, more ill-tempered, less concerned with truth, as our cognitive level improves.
In Australia´s Quadrant, Theodore Dalrymple reasserts his view of the detrimental cultural and moral effects that the increasing popularity of psychology in the Western world has had.
This study too has undergone a vast expansion, indeed out of all recognition. Psychology is now the third most popular subject in American colleges and universities, and no doubt elsewhere as well. I suspect that this popularity is a manifestation of mass narcissism rather than of curiosity.
Over at Takimag, our dubious doctor receives an email with unsolicited advice and bogus concern from his insurance company, which gets him thinking…
It is rather that such constant surveillance tends to undermine the distinction between what is properly public and properly private, to the detriment of the latter and the expansion of the former. Where everything is recorded (and we are increasingly complicit in this), we become performers rather than characters, and the boundary between the real and the bogus is extinguished.
In his Quadrant column, the skeptical doctor expertly sums up the woeful Parisian Olympic farce in not one but two scintillating essays.
Still, there is little doubt that Paris has not been beautified by its vainglorious and completely unnecessary decision to host the Olympics. It is true that the security situation in the world has deteriorated unpredictably since the decision to apply was taken; but the horrible physical mess that has resulted, the City of Light becoming the City of Concrete, was all too predictable, and the harm done to a unique place is much more important than the pleasure, which could have been taken anywhere in the world.