Three crybaby UT Professors, who challenged the campus carry law had their day in court Monday.  They lost, not just a little bit but a whole lot,federal-court-denies-effort-block-campus-carry-u-texas.  They claimed that the free expression of their ideas would be thwarted by the knowledge that somebody in the audience might have a gun. The court responded by pointing out that’s their problem.  I guess what the judge was saying is that if their ideas were so compelling, guns or not it really shouldn’t matter. If it does, musta not of been a great idea.

You have to go back in history to find characters as reprehensible as these three cowardly petty tyrants.  Our modern day heros have the unlimited power over their students.  Parrot what they say, easy “A”, resist and fail. Disagree and be branded a racist, sexist, whatever “ist” is fashionable.  No appeal, no comebacks, the judgment is absolute and irrevocable.

I have a penchant for naval fiction during the Napoleonic era. I see these professors fitting the role of slave ship Captain perfectly.  At home, in Boston, New Bedford, or Salem they are wealthy ship owners and Captains.  At sea traveling the golden triangle they brought Massachusetts and Rhode Island rum to Africa and traded for slaves. They transported the slaves, on what was called the middle passage, to the West Indies.  Here the slaves were exchanged for cash and molasses.  The molasses was brought back to New England to make rum, and so it went.

In order to make the best profit they packed their ships with “black gold”.   As a side note, these Captains had to rely on Muslim slave traders to provide the merchandise.  Slaves were chained together and lined one next to another shoulder to shoulder with 18″ of headroom. Food and water were provided, but the main relief was a quick passage.  Slavers could very easily lose 10% of their cargo during the crossing. Like our modern day professors,  the Captains’ word was final, life and death. The greatest fear of these Captains was the sound of unshod feet on the deck.

When they returned from the West Indies, the chains were hidden, the slave tiers knocked down and hidden in the hold and the cargo of spices and molasses covered any lingering unpleasantness.

These UT professors are hearing footsteps and they don’t like it.  Let’s see how many keep their word and quit.