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I wonder what happened to bring him to this?
Solvent abuse? The terrible crushing pressures of life under capitalism? Relentless probing by alien abductors?
We could be here all day.
We could be here all day.
Let’s just go with the probing then.
“neoliberalism” (his definition of which remains nebulous and ever-shifting, such that it includes massive, unsustainable state spending)
Mason lives in the same fantasy world as Owen Jones.
http://www.breitbart.com/london/2015/06/18/the-dominance-of-the-neo-liberalism-myth/
This wouldn’t have anything to do with the tip jar, would it?
http://www.zerohedge.com/news/2015-08-12/19-year-old-sets-own-ferrari-fire-because-he-wanted-new-one
Mason lives in the same fantasy world as Owen Jones.
Well, if you start with a laughably counterfactual premise, much of what follows will be laughable too.
This wouldn’t have anything to do with the tip jar, would it?
Blimey. He makes me look low-maintenance.
I have often wondered how people first found themselves here. Did they get lost, or were they led astray?
I suspect I got here via proteinwisdom.com as well.
Nice to see that Ace picks you up from time to time, as does Insty.
Nice to see that Ace picks you up from time to time, as does Insty.
[ Runs fingers through hair, does selfie face. ]
I suspect I got here via proteinwisdom.com as well.
See, now I’m trying to remember how I first found Protein Wisdom. Eight years feels like forever.
I came here for the waters. It appears I was misinformed.
https://youtu.be/0gC29ArkGG0
I came here for the waters.
It’s after eight. The ephemera’s compiled. I’m upgrading to a glass of red.
Man, the French had some snazzy uniforms. Or maybe it’s just Claude Raines, being debonair.
Great blog, David. Consider yourself tipped.
The tip jar has been hit. Yours is one of my favorite blogs, David. I appreciate the time you spend in the comments. Always interesting.
I appreciate the time you spend in the comments.
Well, for me, it’s sort of the point of this place. My posts aren’t The Final Word™ on whatever the subject is, quite the opposite. The posts are intended to spur discussion. That way, I get something out of it.
And thanks again to all who’ve chipped in or subscribed or done shopping via the Amazon widget. It’s what keeps this place here.
“I came here for the waters. It appears I was misinformed.”
No waters. But lots of earnestly mouthed bollocks.
But never mind the bollocks; there are no Sex Pistols either.
*Drops cash in bucket*
Keep up the sterling work, Mr Thompson.
Keep up the sterling work, Mr Thompson.
My ego has been buttered. I like that.
Off-topic, but I have a feeling the readers of this blog will be appreciative of this scathing essay about the “trigger warning”/”microaggression” nonsense that is infantilising American academia and is now making inroads on this side of the pond too:
http://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2015/09/the-coddling-of-the-american-mind/399356/#disqus_thread
The political equivalent of Les from Crème Brûlée.
Lol. Tipped.
Tip jar hit.
As to the question how I got here, led astray. Definitely led astray.
Nel mezzo del cammin’ di nostra vita
Mi ritrovai per una selva oscura
Che la diritta via era smarrita.
Nel mezzo del cammin’ di nostra vita
Mi ritrovai per una selva oscura
Che la diritta via era smarrita.
. . . . . Trying to visualize David with an infinitely long tail . . . .
Tipped.
Fails at the first sentence. The man’s a joke.
By the way, just for icing, deep thinker Laurie Penny rates Mr Mason as “one of the finest minds on the British left.”