The Wrong Neighbours
In progressive academia, that blueprint of utopia, it appears there’s some unrest:
Black and Latino student groups at the University of Florida recently protested a plan to house their organisations in one building, saying it would erase and marginalise their black and brown bodies and their cultures at the predominantly white institution.
The university had revealed plans for a U-shaped building that would accommodate both organisations:
The two groups would each get their own wing of the building and simply share a walkway and elevator.
Sounds swanky.
But members of the Institute of Black Culture and the Institute of Hispanic-Latino Culture expressed fury at the plan.
You see, being so pious, and so very, very special, they mustn’t endure proximity to the wrong level of melanin, what with the risk of contagion and a loss of specialness. A student organiser of the protests, Daniel Clayton, said,
My main complaint to the University administration… is that we are not taken seriously at all. It is not appropriate to dismiss student concerns as being ludicrous.
However, inevitably, university administrators have been cowed by the usual histrionic rumblings and have agreed to build the immensely tolerant groups two entirely separate buildings. And with equal inevitability, the students are now insisting that the new buildings, the cost of which is unclear, should be “visibly distinct from the rest of campus.”
“Weakest assassination attempt ever?”
Would a would-be assassin really try to drive their car through a ditch like that? A driver error or equipment malfunction seems more likely.
Is that Triggly Puff in the bottom right picture, in the front?
I know a guy who says he won’t go to those Pride events because they bring out the lunatic fringe.
This particular lunatic must not know that the cops can have her brakes checked to see if they really did fail.
She is passionate about social justice, black feminisms, and zombies.
One of these things is not like the others…
Oh, wait, yes it is.
A driver error or equipment malfunction seems more likely.
At the precise moment the POTUS is passing by? Looks to me like she thought she could get around the streets that were blocked off by police by going through a parking lot or field and trying to cross that culvert. I’d be curious to see a google map of the exact area.
Would a would-be assassin really try to drive their car through a ditch like that? A driver error or equipment malfunction seems more likely.
Given that this, a 30-40 metre long side road is where the car emerged from, I think it was deliberate – just incompetent.
I think it was deliberate – just incompetent.
The local police have issued a statement that there was “no intent of harm or disruption to the motorcade,” so I’m assuming this woman was very lucky. In that, being shot wasn’t entirely out of the question.
and I’m halfway through a Sapphire & Steel audio drama.
I Googled ‘Sapphire & Steel’ and lost 20 minutes of my life.
I Googled ‘Sapphire & Steel’ and lost 20 minutes of my life.
No refunds. Credit note only.
It’s not something I’d search out very often, I should point out, but I remember enjoying the TV series as a child, what with the portentous titles, the low-budget creepiness and lots of ominous walking from one room to another. I certainly preferred it to Doctor Who.
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It’s very low budget, and slow, and very stagey; and it was once described, fairly, as “high-quality nonsense.” But the series is itself an interesting anomaly and the better episodes do have a certain… atmosphere, an air of menace conjured out of next to nothing. It barely hangs together at the best of times, and it’s premised on the characters in effect battling reified ideas or emotions – resentment, nostalgia, etc., which was all a bit heady for tea-time British television. I like the obstinate ambiguities of it and the fact that the protagonists’ origins and talents, and indeed their motives and morality, aren’t entirely clear. It was one of the first dramas I remember in which the heroes – if that’s what they are – save the day, and the fabric of space-time, by deliberately leading a hapless but entirely innocent character to a cruel and untimely doom.
… there was “no intent of harm or disruption to the motorcade,”
Good news. I bet she needed a change of pants though.
Yeah, not buying that police statement. The incompetence of the driver, while very likely, provides convenient cover to avoid hours/weeks of paperwork with the feds. Looking at Jonathan’s link, looks exactly like the sort of thing someone with little understanding of real world car stunts would plan. Think of all the things that have to come together. Not only must twiggly puff snowflake just happen to loose her breaks at the exact moment the POTUS is passing by, but she would also happen to choose the exact, barely discernible off-road water conduit toward the motorcade. Even losing the breaks unless she was traveling at a high rate of speed on a small access road (why?), the gas pedal must have stuck to the floor as well as a car simply coasting should have not been able to exit that conduit in fast enough to get that far over the ditch. Match Jonathan’s link with this overhead map to see how far off the access road she was…
https://www.google.com/maps/@37.2387015,-93.2480745,309m/data=!3m1!1e3
One of the links indicates she was ostensibly coming from the great Bass Pro Shop mothership. She doesn’t impress me as being the type to peruse the latest offerings from Nitro.
A driver error or equipment malfunction seems more likely.
According to the state of Missouri, unless otherwise posted, the speed limit in an area like that would be 25 MPH, and indeed per the street view there is a sign that says that going the other direction about 300m west of Bass Pro Shop HQ.
Unless she was going like a bat out of hell, and assuming she was going north in front of Bass Pro Shop HQ, there would have been no reason to brake at the point where she went straight through the trees, and in any event, given the curvature of the road at the opening of the trees, she would have had to have been steering left, not right, to get through the one gap that would let a car through.
Bass Pro Shop in the olden days:
@Muldoon,
I’m so old, I remember the Brown Derby Stores in Springfield. Bass Pro is the same family IIRC.
I’m so old, I remember the Brown Derby Stores in Springfield.
I need to get a younger, happening crowd in here. Maybe I should order one of those karaoke machines.
The switched-on kids like pickled eggs, don’t they?
Brown Derby I am unfamiliar with, the store in the picture, however…
The Brown Derby was a chain of liquor stores in Springfield. The son of the owner founded Bass Pro, I think. He was selling fishing tackle, bait and so forth in his dad’s stores then decided to branch out. It (Bass Pro) started as a combination Hunting/Fishing/Booze concern which is reflected in the sign above. There was one on the business loop in Columbia. IIRC, the son began concentrating more on sporting goods and fishing and the modern Bass Pro Shop was born. Of course, they’re all over the place now, but the Springfield location was the first.
Maybe I should order one of those karaoke machines.
Is that one of these new-fangled contraptions?
Is that one of these new-fangled contraptions?
I’m assuming it doesn’t come with an app. Is it powered with bellows?
There was one on the business loop in Columbia.
Yep, the one in the picture, the sign is now at Shakespeare’s Pizza.
I think I’ve found a far more plausible explanation…Directly across the highway from the water conduit from which our subject emerged is the “Hong Kong Spa” where it seems one can enjoy amenities such as a hot tub or sauna or procure the service of a “body shampoo”. That must be where she was headed. Gotta admit it makes more sense than the Bass Pro Shop.
And yes, I am bored again.
I think I’ve found a far more plausible explanation…
We should travel the country in a mini-van, solving mysteries and detecting things. Though by we, of course, I mean you heathens. I’d be somewhere more comfortable, coordinating things and looking at computer print-outs. With a glass of wine.
A bit like Charlie’s Angels.
We should travel the country in a mini-van, solving mysteries and detecting things.
Been there, done that. I’m the one on the left.
Gotta admit it makes more sense than the Bass Pro Shop.
Rut-roh…
As to where she could have been headed, yes, but not why she couldn’t make a 25 MPH curve, or use the hand brake, or veered left to go through the trees.Rut-roh…
The incompetence of the driver, while very likely, provides convenient cover to avoid hours/weeks of paperwork with the feds.
We should travel the country in a mini-van, solving mysteries and detecting things.
Fine, but who plays Sapphire, who plays Steel, and who plays the other assorted elements?
A bit like Charlie’s Angels.
Before you start booking audition slots, let me say I may not be the best match, coiffure-wise, for the Farrah Fawcett role. Or the Jaclyn Smith. Or the Kate Jackson.
…and now for something completely different, college fraternity and sorority types scared by banana peel. In Mississippi, believe it or don’t.
I know I am not Woke™, but how the hell can one be “hurt, frightened, and upset” by a damn banana peel. A mango or coconut, sure, but not a banana.
Is it powered with bellows?
No, whiskey.
how the hell can one be “hurt, frightened, and upset” by a damn banana peel. A mango or coconut, sure
Prolly not hurt, frightened, and upset with a mango, those have already been established as objects of awe, to be worshiped.
. . . believe it or don’t. . .
Besides, as you point out, college fraternity and sorority types
By definition, not the sharpest lumps of sandstone in the knife drawer.
By definition, not the sharpest lumps of sandstone in the knife drawer.
True indeed, but back in the olden days, they were mainly Delta Tau Chi types, or preppies, who were just more refined partiers, and neither would have the vapors over a banana peel, unless it meant they were out of bananas for banana daiquiris.
Kids these days, and David wants more of them around here…
Hmmmmmmm.
Cracked magazine is a variety of cousin of Mad Magazine that finally folded, and then revived as a website.
And it’s the website that did a rather interesting analysis in October 2016 that pretty much summed up the election that occurred one month later.
. . . or preppies, who were just more refined partiers, . . .
Ehn . . . Given what the hipsters have rather insistently demonstrated, from first claiming to be called preppys and then after, and given what you’re describing, do you think a more likely example of whom you have in mind would be Bertie and the Drones Club?
In case you were looking for reasons to think Linda Sarsour is a sociopath, here’s the latest: Soliciting funds for her political agitation in the name of Hurricane Relief.
Also, and I’m totally not making this up, sarsour is Arabic for “cockroach.“
On a happier note, some gospel singers praise God from their flood shelter.
Given what the hipsters have rather insistently demonstrated, from first claiming to be called preppys and then after…
You must bear in mind I am speaking of a period before there were hipsters; there were Greeks, jocks, hippies, townies, student body unaffiliated hoi polloi, and some retread beatnik (original ofay hipsters, not to be confused with Sugar Hill hipsters). For preppies, think Omega Theta Pi types.
Oregano keeps trouble-causing folks away
Keeps tigers away
Farnsworth CLAIMS he’s not afraid of bananas, but I’ve never seen him in the same room with one…
Well, I’ll be darned.
http://www.fearof.net/fear-of-bananas-phobia-bananaphobia/
Farnsworth CLAIMS he’s not afraid of bananas…
I am highly trained to defend myself from attacks from fresh fruit.
That phobia website makes interesting reading. My son’s afraid of dogs, and I was surprised to learn that’s a common phobia. It has interfered with my lifelong goal of getting an itty-bitty dog such as a Yorkie and naming it Cujo.
My mom bred poodles; I spent my youth among oodles of poodles. Then I produced a kid who fears dogs.
If you ever have the chance to see 3-week-old poodle puppies bumbling around learning to eat from a dish, take advantage of it: there are few things cuter.
Except maybe this.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=qkdXAtO40Fo
Apparently there’s an entire series on the martial utility of fruit.
Who knew?
Self Defence Against Fresh Fruit
https://youtu.be/U90dnUbZMmM
(couldn’t get YouTube to embed)
If you ever have the chance to see 3-week-old poodle puppies bumbling around learning to eat from a dish, take advantage of it: there are few things cuter.
Except maybe this.
“>https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=qkdXAtO40Fo
Few things surpass the cuteness of a Shih-Tzu puppy:
Possibly cute enough even to melt the heart of a cynophobic.
Picture came in bigger than I intended. Seems like the html to modify the size didn’t work…
I am highly trained to defend myself from attacks from fresh fruit.
“I believe the records said ‘not qualified, but passed.'”
I am highly trained to defend myself from attacks from fresh fruit.
But what about pointed sticks???
Apropos of Sapphire and Steel, hasn’t David McCallum had a bloody long and successful career? He is currently one of the stars of one of the most successful TV shows in the US, NCIS, playing the medical examiner Donald “Ducky” Mallard. This is possibly my favourite bit of dialogue from the 10 seasons of the show I’ve watched:
Kate: Gibbs? What did Ducky look like when he was younger?
Gibbs: [straight-faced] Illya Kuryakin.
Few things surpass the cuteness of a Shih-Tzu puppy:
I went to a zoo once. It was just a dog in a cage.
It was a shih-tzu.
Ahem.
Ahem.
I’m putting together a posse. With jokes like that, you’d better get out of town.
Queer activists are using magic as a resistance
Late to the game. As a junior on one of the Fleet Street papers, a friend of mine was sent to Greenham Common to interview a covern of witches. Their rituals were varied, but most seemed to involve hanging used tampons on the perimeter fence; they were battling a covern employed by the MOD, apparently.
Their rituals were varied, but most seemed to involve hanging used tampons on the perimeter fence; they were battling a covern employed by the MOD, apparently.
That seems totally normal.
Well, where else would you hang used tampons?
Weary our voice?
Weary of your voice…
Their rituals were varied, but most seemed to involve hanging used tampons on the perimeter fence
You want to watch a total meltdown, point out to a neopagan that all their rituals bear no resemblance whatsoever to surviving pre-Christian traditions, but are transparent copies of upper-class bourgeois 19th century occult practices. And the guy who invented Wicca was a student of Aleister Crowley just before his death.
You want to watch a total meltdown, point out to a neopagan that all their rituals bear no resemblance whatsoever to surviving pre-Christian traditions,
Episcopagan.
See also . . .
I don’t see what’s wrong with separate facilities as long as they’re equal.
I’m tempted to poke it with a stick right now.
Is it a sharp, pointed stick?