“Is Stoppard’s play Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead simply glib and superficial?”
Some thirty years ago now, it was one of the English essay questions put to me in my final year at high school. My written answer—‘Yes’—was perhaps itself a little glib and superficial and deserving of its low mark. But I was eighteen years old and going for the laugh. I suspect they would not ask such questions these days, for it would be deemed too demanding, too excluding, too elitist, too unfair. After all, it would require a pupil to read, comprehend, think, and write. Heaven forbid. In the eyes of the liberal-left that simply will not do.



For nearly four years the Cal State Long Beach community has seen repeated attacks on me. Powerful activist organizations — the Southern Poverty Law Center and the Anti-Defamation League — have come to campus to condemn me. Several departments at the university have issued public denunciations, and I have been harassed and condemned by individual professors on faculty e-mail lists. Beginning with the current semester, several students have disrupted my classes; they have campaigned to get me fired and have written inflammatory articles in the Daily 49er.


I have been inspired over the last several months by many of the critiques of different aspects of modern society put forth by 







