Elsewhere (273)
Natalie Solent on magical thinking, then and now:
Nongqawuse was a fifteen year old Xhosa girl who in 1856 had a vision in which three ancestral spirits told her that if the Xhosa people showed their trust by destroying their crops and killing their cattle, then on the appointed day the spirits would raise the dead, bountifully replace all that was destroyed, and sweep the British into the sea. Thousands believed this prophecy and slaughtered their cattle. But the dead slept on and the British remained in place. Nongqawuse explained that this lack of action was due to the amagogotya, the stingy ones, who had kept their cattle back from slaughter. She urged everyone to greater efforts. A new date was set for the prophecy to finally come true. The rate of cattle-killing rose to a climax. Eventually the Xhosa lost patience, and, with remarkable mercy, handed Nongqawuse over to the British. By then famine had reduced the population of British Kaffraria from 105,000 to fewer than 27,000.
Do click for the ‘now’ part.
Konstantin Kisin on the unhappy realities of ‘progressive’ utopia:
These enemies of the [Soviet] state included my great-grandparents who met in a concentration camp for political prisoners. Every morning at their camp, three people would be picked out at random from the general population of the camp and thrown into the icy waters of the lake to freeze and drown in full view of the other prisoners to ‘keep things under control.’ With this background, I am —perhaps understandably— hypersensitive to the emerging far-left in Western politics. I can’t help noticing similarities in the rhetoric about “eradicating inequality,” “smashing the class system,” and a new age of “radical egalitarianism.” And when I do, I shudder, because… it’s a reminder of the unforgiving reality that those who don’t realise how good they have it, or take their lives of plenty for granted, are vulnerable to demagogic ideologies that promise to tear it all down to build a ‘better tomorrow.’
At which point, these budding intellectuals came to mind.
Alexander Zubatov on the importance of cultural cohesion:
The more diverse we become, the harder we must work to achieve trust and unity… We cannot continue functioning as a nation if we do not first start thinking of ourselves as a nation once more. And thinking of ourselves as a nation means thinking of ourselves as one tribe. It does not have to be… a tribe constituted on the basis of ethnicity or race. But… liberal values of tolerance, pluralism, and equality are surely not enough to bond us together. While racial or ethnic tribalism is to be eschewed, cultural nationalism is indispensable. If our primal evolutionary biases are to be overcome, we must do more than integrate. Paradoxical though it may sound, to avoid the extremes of a resurgent chauvinism, we must assume a national identity; we must assimilate.
And Karin McQuillan on life near the border:
Another neighbour arrived home from the hour and a half trip to the nearest supermarket. The ground was muddy, so he carried his five-year-old daughter to the front door of his small house. When he turned around with a heavy bag of groceries in each arm, there was an illegal standing in the doorway, between him and his daughter. The illegal was wearing the man’s clothes, his hat, and was holding his gun. Given the circumstances, the American father ran the guy off with no confrontation. Next day, border patrol called. They’d caught the thief — could he come by to identify his clothes and gun. The answer was sure, but it would be two hours, as he was at a doctor’s appointment. Our neighbour was told, “We’re not allowed to hold him that long. We’ll have to let him go.” And they did.
As usual, feel free to share your own links and snippets, on any subject, in the comments.
The more diverse we become, the harder we must work to achieve trust and unity
Multi-racial society or multi-cultural society? Pick one.
Multi-racial society or multi-cultural society? Pick one.
The Zubatov piece reminded me of this item from way back in the archives, in which Pendle Council, under the control of Liberal Democrats, reprimanded Matthew Carter, a black dustman born in Barbados, for wearing a St George’s Cross bandana to keep his dreadlocks out of the way:
Mr Carter was told by the Council that his bandana “could be considered offensive and racist.” Rather than, say, heartening. Apparently, in the name of progress, we must show distaste for national symbols, even when embraced by recent arrivals.
Above, Mr Carter, being offensive.
“Oh, and our Chancellor-in-waiting says that he will overthrow capitalism.”
Any minute now.
No, wait, it’ll happen.
*whistles*
Any minute now.
Worth repeating this, I think.
Just a couple days ago I finished reading Koba the Dread: Laughter and the Twenty Million
Despite already being well read in communism’s depredations, Martin Amis’s prose, and approach, hit particularly hard.
Marxists, communists, socialists, call themselves that they will. Moral cretins, every one of them.
“Dinner” or “tea”? A debate ensues.
P.S.: I happened to be in the USSR during the last full weekend of its existence — even now I wonder if it was something I said.
What. A. Shit. Hole. Shitty beyond the power of words to even meekly portray. Shitty from top to bottom, in every detail, no matter how mundane.
Apologies for the language, but there’s really nothing else for it.
“Dinner” or “tea”?
See, now I’m confused again (again?)…I thought “tea” was something you had mid-afternoon. With crumpets and such (whatever crumpets are). And scones. I think there’s supposed to be scones. And watercress sammiches. Whatever a watercress is. Prolly just some form of crumpet? The dinner=lunch thing is confusing enough for us Yanks. Y’all remind me of the Japanese not naming their streets to confuse invaders…or so I was told…prolly another lie. Is this in case the Vikings ever come back they won’t know when to eat? Or do Scandis use the same terminology? So if tea is dinner and dinner is lunch, when is supper? And where do the pickled eggs and camel hump fat fit into all this? Are they appropriate for tea?
(whatever crumpets are)
[ Faints with indignation. ]
“Dinner” or “tea”?
I’m assuming Second Breakfast and Elevenses were removed during the decimalisation of the 70s?
At which point, these budding intellectuals came to mind.
Those people are the kind that frighten me. No doubt they are, or at least view themselves to be, potential political leaders of the future. Now, either they’re utterly ignorant of just what the phrase “cultural revolution” means in it’s wider context, (which is not a good luck for a supposedly educated university student), or more chillingly, they know full well what it means, and don’t care.
If it’s the former, I’m not sure I want anyone that ignorant in a position of power. If it’s the latter, then I certainly don’t want sociopaths like those anywhere near a position of power. And if they do claim ignorance they should be called out on it. Repeatedly. About a year ago Katie Hopkins* was called out, (I think probably rightly, given the background of the phrase) for her use of the words “final solution” in a tweet about terrorists after one of the attacks in Britain. If it applies to her it should equally apply to them.
*For non-UK readers, Katie Hopkins is a rather vulgar, loud-mouthed ex-reality TV star turned newspaper columnist and radio show presenter.
Is this in case the Vikings ever come back they won’t know when to eat?
Heh. I thought you Johnny Foreigners might enjoy the, um, complexities of our geographical and class distinctions.
I thought “tea” was something you had mid-afternoon.
That’s *afternoon* tea. 🙂
“Dinner” or “tea”? A debate ensues.
I call it supper. What does that make me?
when is supper?
Supper is a faintly genteel term for the evening meal, more commonly (though not exclusively) used in the south. Not be to be confused with the usage more common in the north, which is a snack before bed, hours after dinner (or indeed tea).
Do keep up.
I call it supper. What does that make me?
Classy as all hell. Did you wander in here by mistake?
Here in the South (the American South) and in other agricultural areas in the country, “dinner” was the noontime meal as, back in the days before commercialized farming, the family would go out to the fields before or by sunrise, work, then come in at noonish at the heat of the day to have their big meal of the day, i.e., dinner. Then they’d go back out and not come in til sunset, when the family would have a lighter meal, supper.
(That’s how my grandmother, of blessed memory, told me of the distinction.)
To this day, you can still hear people what grew up in rural areas ask at noontime, that is to say lunchtime, and say, “Hey, let’s go get some dinner.”
“That’s *afternoon* tea.”
“High tea” if there are sandwiches and/or sausage rolls.
I’m not sure the dinner/tea thing is all that clear cut. Note that it’s only 75% dinner in the ABC1 south and 68% tea in the C2DE north. In other words, there are still plenty of posh southerners who call it tea and even more working-class northerners who call it dinner. Nothing about Scotland, but being basically northerners up to the Highland Line, I’d put money on this being tea country. However I definitely find myself using both interchangeably. When I was a kid, it was dinner in our house, but most of my friends had tea.
Shitty from top to bottom, in every detail, no matter how mundane.
https://thompsonblog.co.uk/2015/05/elsewhere-164.html – “And here’s a Moscow supermarket circa 1990, filmed by Rick Suddeth. As you can see, the egalitarian retail experience is leaving shoppers happier and more morally elevated”
In my childhood categorisation, a dinner-at-lunchtime type was somebody who could get a better or cheaper hot meal in their workplace canteen than they could get at home. It dates from a pre-Ikea culture where fully-equipped kitchens were beyond the income and aspirations of a lot of people – single people living in “lodgings” with stingy landladies, married homeowners with cramped kitchens that you could just about fry an egg in.
Breakfast/Lunch/Dinner
And what you had when you got home from school was a “snack” – with mom insisting it be limited to a half-sandwich and a piece of fruit least we “spoil” our dinner.
Though for my more agrarian cousins in Kentucky “dinner” was mid-afternoon and “supper” was evening.
However I definitely find myself using both interchangeably.
Yes, same here. Obviously, we’re terribly cosmopolitan.
“And here’s a Moscow supermarket circa 1990, filmed by Rick Suddeth. As you can see, the egalitarian retail experience is leaving shoppers happier and more morally elevated”
I’m reminded of a story I heard from a coworker, about some woman who had escaped some communist hellhole. And when she first went into an American supermarket, she fell to her knees and wept. Amusingly, this coworker had also owned and operated his own business as well, and yet was still a Bernie bro. I guess because Sanders wants REAL socialism, or something.
But at least he didn’t knock capitalism. He was probably just looking for something closer to Scandanavia, which is probably closer to a matter of personal preference (though he still believed in the $15 minimum wage…). How people can look at our society, and think “Well this all has to go” astonishes me. Our peasents live like kings. More to a more rural part of the country, get even a crappy job, and maybe put off having kids, and you’ll have more than enough to be the envy of 99% of humanity who has ever lived. Could things be even better? Of course, but the idiots who think capitalism is wicked could not be more willfully blind.
How people can look at our society, and think “Well this all has to go” astonishes me.
Some cannot handle choice: it leaves them terribly confused and stressed out by the need to make decisions. Perhaps such people should be permitted to volunteer to become slaves.;-)
Some cannot handle choice: it leaves them terribly confused
And some are just pleased by the thought of denying others the options that they themselves enjoy.
Shitty from top to bottom, in every detail, no matter how mundane.
Back in the mid-’80s, my in-laws took an organized tour to Soviet Mother Russia from Western Europe. They recalled riding on a bus in Moscow from their hotel to the airport and seeing a long line of people shuffling ahead. The line stretched for more than two city blocks. At the end of the line was a horse drawn wagon containing fruit of some sort–apples, the father-in-law thought. The state of the produce was such that, “we wouldn’t even feed those to our pigs.” Yet there were hundreds of people queuing up to spend what little disposable income they had on them. No wonder such people wept upon seeing a modern supermarket.
Classy as all hell. Did you wander in here by mistake?
I don’t know how I wandered into this place. But it was some time ago now. And that I do know.
Some cannot handle choice
As one of our betters, Bernie Sanders, has said:
a choice of 23 underarm spray deodorants
I wonder what fate Mr Sanders had in mind for all the people whose livelihoods depend on making, and selling, those deodorants and trainers, and all of the other things he deems unnecessary.
I don’t know how I wandered into this place.
Well, we are sited between the massage parlour and the porno cinema.
I wonder what fate Mr Sanders had in mind for all the people whose livelihoods depend on making, and selling, those deodorants and trainers, and all of the other things he deems unnecessary.
You know very well what he had in mind: he expected them to be impoverished, and dependent upon the benefits handed down by his benevolent administration, and so grateful for their scraps that they’d forget all about how it was he who decided that they needed to be put in a low position so that he could remain in his high one.
Thomas Sowell
I wonder what fate Mr Sanders had in mind for all the people whose livelihoods depend on making, and selling, those deodorants and trainers, and all of the other things he deems unnecessary.
They are “affordable losses”, the eggs that must be broken to make the omelet of socialism.
What’s more, Bernie the bonehead doesn’t realize that it is the competition of competing brands that keeps business efficient. In the workers paradise that he envisions there will be no competition, no incentive to be efficient, and no price signals to tell producers what to make and not to make. Not that Bernie cares about any of that.
Bernie was kicked out of a hippie commune for sitting around talking about socialism when he was supposed to be doing real work. That’s weapons-grade laziness.
The more diverse we become, the harder we must work to achieve trust and unity
That doesn’t really square well with human nature I’m afraid. It’s like True Socialism(tm). Sounds nice when expounded in an ivory tower, but when implemented in the real world…
I hesitate to post this link, but I know Tim Newman links to the relevant site, so I’m not the only one hereabouts who has visited it. Anyway, there’s a compilation of links to studies on the relation between diversity and social cohesion available here.
Fair warning, that site is very much a mixed bag, and not terribly diplomatic.
Well, we are sited between the massage parlour and the porno cinema.
I like a drink between screenings.
Wow, the academic Clown Quarter has begat.
I like a drink between screenings.
Actually, decades ago, the Other Half and I lived opposite a small porno cinema – sorry, private members film club – which was run by our landlady at the time. This was pre-internet, of course. I ventured into the office once, to deliver a cheque.
It was surprisingly clean.
I don’t know how I wandered into this place.
I just came in to use the gents and I’ve been trapped here for months.
Well, we are sited between the massage parlour and the porno cinema.
Ah, yes. I popped in for a glass of Scotch while waiting for a shoulder massage. Soon after my local watering-hole closed for a refurbishment, and I had no where else to go.
I just came in to use the gents and I’ve been trapped here for months.
The combination to the chain locks is 502104 665798. Please don’t ask me how I know – it’s a memory I’d rather forget.
Though for my more agrarian cousins in Kentucky “dinner” was mid-afternoon and “supper” was evening.
Dang border staters and all you high toned English fellers. In this here corner of Dixie, it is just squat-n-gobble.
Well, we are sited between the massage parlour and the porno cinema.
That’s odd, as I presume the correct order of things is first the drink, then the movie, and lastly the massage.
I happened to be in the USSR during the last full weekend of its existence . . . .
A friend has a story of being in college and taking—as I recall the names and sequence—
History Of The Soviet Union
The Soviet Union And Eastern Europe
Current Events in Eastern Europe
Eastern European Community And Culture
. . . . . . and this was all the same course during one semester.
a choice of 23 underarm spray deodorants
I wonder what fate Mr Sanders had in mind for all the people whose livelihoods depend on making, and selling, those deodorants and trainers, and all of the other things he deems unnecessary.
I rather believe that Digitsole Smartshoe | The World’s First Intelligent Sneaker just might be the sort of thing that Senator Sanders just might be referring to . . . .
“Actually, decades ago, the Other Half and I lived opposite a small porno cinema – sorry, private members film club – which was run by our landlady at the time.”
Back in the late ’80s, one of the best video arcades in Glasgow was next door to a porno cinema. As a teenager, I was always terrified some Responsible Adult of my acquaintance would see me and think I was, er… going to the movies. (But it had the sit-down hydraulic OutRun cabinet, so it was totally worth it.)
A long thread immediately familiar to those who’ve been dragooned into chaperoning a bunch elementary-aged school kids on a long outing. By all means, read the whole thing.
R. Sherman
Oh, that’s not fair! I’m about halfway through and needed to break – I’m laughing, hard, and needed to grab the box of tissues because of the tears streaming down my face.
Catching breath now — ANNNNNND returning to thread…
I think I need a nap…. snort guffaw …
“Farts. Farts are occurring.”
“Sir? Do you have pubes?”
“You can learn a lot at the Science Museum. I’ve learnt that the collective name for a group of ten yearbook olds is a ‘twat-hive’”
“If someone from ISIS ran in here now with a suicide vest I’d run over and cuddle the cunt.”
holy jaysus, but I’m reading this all again and still laughing like a loon — even the cats are giving me the side-eye.
Back in 79 I worked at a tech start-up founded by a couple of Czech refugees. One night in the lab the phone rang. It was the Vienna Czech Refugee organization. They had a walk in. A husband and wife and kid and one suitcase (just like the founders had been years earlier). Guy had an EE degree from the same school as the founder. CEO tells them to put the family on a plane to SF, and to tell the husband he has a job in California.
So yes, day two of his work experience here he shows up with his eyes popped out. Apparently he had been to a Safeway in silicon valley. Working with those three was a real education.
And a few years later I ended up associating for many years with a bunch of Chinese survivors and ex-perpetrators of the Cultural Revolution.
How Silicon Valley and SF ended up so enamored of socialism and communism is beyond my comprehension.
How Silicon Valley and SF ended up so enamored of socialism and communism is beyond my comprehension.
. . . Which individual people did you have in mind, comes to mind as being a question—Especially given that declaring by geography is so futile— . . . I don’t quite seeing someone ending up a hipster when mom and dad had to get the hell out of Da Nang or Saigon . . .
“Sir? Do you have pubes?”
Heh. Morning, all.
“Student-activists at Georgetown University in Washington, D.C., recently hosted a community dialogue on racism. White students—even those who consider themselves “allies” to the cause—were asked not to attend, out of concern their mere presence would make students of color feel unsafe”.
https://reason.com/blog/2018/05/18/georgetown-students-no-white-allies
Double-think is good for you.
Double-think is good for you.
Well, as we’ve seen recently, and many times before, “social justice” posturing is a license for double standards, self-contradiction, competitive obnoxiousness, and outright dishonesty. It must be quite liberating to feel no obligation to be coherent, or reciprocal, or truthful, or competent.
Wow, the academic Clown Quarter has begat.
And Little Miss Charm School, above, is no aberration or random outlier. She, and those like her, and there are many others eerily like her, are the very heart of it. Hers is the attitude, the psychology, the twisted narcissism, from which the whole thing is built.
Hence the applause and finger-clicking from her comrades.
Wow, the academic Clown Quarter has begat.
Now imagine a worldview – a worldview cossetted and cultivated among our supposed elite – in which vanity, incoherence, double standards and being gratuitously obnoxious are regarded, not as shortcomings or embarrassing, but as brave and exemplary, a basis for applause.
By self-imagined intellectuals.
Konstantin Kisin on the unhappy realities of ‘progressive’ utopia:
Post-Soviet science fiction and the war in Ukraine
Meanwhile, in the Labour Party.
A rather eye-opening article from 1995 on the terrorist associations of Antifa, so beloved of the Labour party.
That’s via Chris Tomlinson
Madsen Pirie on monarchy.
Why did Paul Samuelson, who was no fool, believe that the Soviet Union was growing faster than the USA, and would eventually overtake it?
Surely he could have just visited and found out he was wrong?
Madsen Pirie on monarchy.
Stephen Fry says much the same thing here, from about the four minute mark onwards, in this short ten minute interview with Dave Rubin: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eJQHakkViPo. In fact the whole thing is worth watching, I think, touching as it does on political correctness and campus psychodrama among other subjects. I must confess that I’ve never been an unequivocal fan of Stephen Fry, but I’ve started warming to him over recent months. Must be something in the water.
I don’t quite seeing someone ending up a hipster [sic] when mom and dad had to get the hell out of Da Nang or Saigon…
Yet it happens all the time, case in point being Miss Emma Gonzalez, much seen in the news of late spouting leftist trash and sporting Cuban flags and other leftist paraphernalia, whose parents had to di di from Castro’s Cuban paradise.
Why did Paul Samuelson, who was no fool, believe that the Soviet Union was growing faster than the USA, and would eventually overtake it?
The same reason Walter Duranty glossed over the 4-10 million starved to death in the Ukraine, or any of the recent worshipers of Chavez and Maduro see Venezuela only through beer googles.
There were many appalling impressions to be had from my 1990 visit to the USSR, but one that really stands out is that none of the cars had windshield wipers. Which is to say the wiper arms were there, but no wiper blades.
So I asked our Intourist minder. Based upon her answer, she must have already decided that nearly all the air was out of the bag: “One of our great socialist achievements is that wiper blades are impossible to get. So, unless it is raining, people keep their blades with them.”
Has anyone, ever, in a free market economy, been ever so slightly perturbed about something so quotidian as fricking windshield wipers?
A long thread immediately familiar to those who’ve been dragooned into chaperoning a bunch elementary-aged school kids on a long outing. By all means, read the whole thing.
Alas, people got offended, so…
Meanwhile, Antifa wants you to buy their board game !
There is something perfect about the image these goons who see themselves as heroes storming the Winter Palace actually sitting around playing a hopped up version of Dungeons and Dragons.
Heh.
Also this, by Quillette’s Claire Lehmann:
When you make theatrical victimhood a marker of status, and a tool of extraordinary leverage, this will happen.
“How Silicon Valley and SF ended up so enamored of socialism and communism is beyond my comprehension”
“But we have the internet and computers now, so it’s reeeally going to work this time!”
“Just look at the opportunities for centralized control, information gatekeeping and limiting options offered by software!”
Software reduces the need for large numbers of smart people spread out in different locations.
Software makes SME*s hugely more effective if they can also program or have access to programmers. Maybe not so much if they don’t.
Software rewards learning to conform to the machine’s method of accomplishing things (ability to quickly bash together complicated material without a deep understanding of the components comprising that material).
Software encourages silo-ing of skills based on specific machine operation knowledge.
Software makes smart people much smarter and dumb people much dumber (although they now think they’re smarter).
* Subject Matter Experts
Alas, people got offended, so…
Oh, for the the love . . . Just once, I wish someone would have the huevos to tell these humorless scolds to go fuck themselves.
Inasmuch as I’m self-employed, it fell to me to escort my kids’ classes on field trips occasionally, including a three-hour each way excursion to our state capital. I recall one lad inquiring whether I a) practiced criminal defense law (answer: “Yes, occasionally;”) and b) whether I’d ever had a client sentenced to death (Answer: “No, I’ve not defended a murder case.”)
My interlocutor was sorely disappointed by the latter. Fortunately, no one ever asked me whether I had pubes.
I think I found a copy of the twitter thread over here:
https://www.thepoke.co.uk/2018/05/22/dad-helped-kids-school-trip-hilarious-tale-thats-never-good-idea/
Hence the applause and finger-clicking from her comrades
Whatever happened to “up twinkles” and “down twinkles”. Is that not a thing anymore? That used to be a thing. I have such a hard time keeping up.
That used to be a thing. I have such a hard time keeping up.
And you struggle with the subtleties of British mealtimes.
Just sayin’.
And you struggle with the subtleties of British mealtimes.
I blame the pickled eggs. And my table back by the Gents. Everything sounds so garbled over here.
Everything sounds so garbled over here.
What with the frequent rumblings of the drains. And various other noises.
Heh.
“Appalled that my old college admitted only two black students between 2015-17. Sort it out Oxford! Stop perpetuating this unacceptable elitism!”
Expresses outrage that elite University is elitist.
“ Whereas Oxford is shackled to tradition, conservatism & pomp, Cambridge is more progressive.”
Cambridge has produced more traitors! Progress!
Heh.
‘Related…’
https://twitter.com/Holbornlolz/status/999216981709672448
Expresses outrage that elite University is elitist.
It’s the glib and habitual rush to denounce some imagined anti-black “institutional bias” – all evidence to the contrary – rather than considering whether or not there are enough suitable candidates applying, and whether the issue, if it is an issue, might be upstream of Oxford.
I agree with Robert Peston. I’m embarrassed he went to Oxford as well.
I agree with Robert Peston. I’m embarrassed he went to Oxford as well.
What I found potentially amusing about the Oxford signaling is, supposing that the number of openings in any given year is somewhat close to a constant, were Oxford admissions more representative of…I dunno what they expect…the world, the applicant pool, UK society, whatever, many of these people would have been bumped from ever getting in. And most certainly if admissions were representative of general intelligence and a capacity for reason. They should thank the stars that they did get in. Which perhaps is why they feel the need to status signal. Insecurity from suspecting that they never belonged there in the first place. I wouldn’t have any way of knowing this, just SWAG, but it wouldn’t surprise me that most of this signaling, the kind coming from whites anyway, is coming from those from upper class families. Lower class whitey who worked his butt (or limited connections) off to get in likely wouldn’t care. But then there are those whose drive all along was social standing. Bah…just a thought.
The deleted Twitter thread appears to be here: https://threadreaderapp.com/thread/998470432176123904.html (with pictures!)
The students most obsessed with their own oppression are some of the most pampered individuals in the world.
The actual oppressed are useful for volunteer work and mau-mauing. To have a serious white-collar career as an SJW, you need to be media savvy, glib about the hypocrisies of your position, and relentless about building your resume through internships funded by daddy. The star players are upper class white girls and the children of upper-caste nonwhite immigrants.
If anyone has trouble with comments not appearing, email me and I’ll rattle the spam filter.
Today’s words are white devils.
“Problematic white people.”
FFS.
“Problematic white people.”
Isn’t the new and improved twenty-first century just such a rush…?
white devils
If only there were some part of the Earth *free* of the White Devil. Some place occupied exclusively by People of Various (non-White) Colors.
Alas, such a Utopia obviously can’t exist to which these poor, oppressed, downtrodden waifs can escape.
Woe.
Live in London? Play Murder Bingo.
How people can look at our society, and think “Well this all has to go” astonishes me.
They’re not in charge of society. THEY aren’t. And so it all has to go, to be replaced by the society that they’re in charge of.
I don’t quite seeing someone ending up a hipster [sic] when mom and dad had to get the hell out of Da Nang or Saigon…
Yet it happens all the time, case in point being Miss Emma Gonzalez, much seen in the news of late spouting leftist trash and sporting Cuban flags and other leftist paraphernalia, whose parents had to di di from Castro’s Cuban paradise.
Well, first off the actual observation was:
Sooooo, first off, if you mean Emma González, she’s in Florida, and far outside of the discussion, where SF and Silicon Valley do happen to be on the other side of the continent . . .
And as far as . . . spouting leftist trash and sporting Cuban flags and other leftist paraphernalia . . I’ve seen her name go by but that was about it, so when doing a bit more checking I do find . . .
. . . so based on the information that you’re pointing us at, you’re citing someone who is apparently anti Castro and therefore easily considered anti left, and who thus is also apparently perfectly conservative . . .
(whatever crumpets are)
Here in the US, we call them English Muffins…
Well, we are sited between the massage parlour and the porno cinema.
Unfortunately for him, he missed them both and ended up here…
I don’t think english muffins and crumpets are the same thing.
Here in the US, we call them English Muffins…
Hot women are called English Muffins ? You been getting your definitions from Hal ? It is all context – “sited between the massage parlour and the porno cinema”. Location, location, location…
I don’t think english muffins and crumpets are the same thing.
Quite.
You been getting your definitions from Hal ?
He does indeed want accuracy, after all.
And thus;
English Muffins
Crumpets
I’ve seen her name go by but that was about it…
Oh bullshit. Can you honestly expect anyone to believe that? Next you’ll claim that, despite your vaunted “google skilz”, that you’ve no idea who David Hogg is. You’d have to completely avoid the teevee news and the internet itself to be unaware who the Media’s new “superstar teen heroes” are.
. . . so based on the information that you’re pointing us at, you’re citing someone who is apparently anti Castro and therefore easily considered anti left, and who thus is also apparently perfectly conservative . . .
Suggesting that outspoken junior social justice warrior Emma “Shaved Guevara” Gonzalez is “perfectly conservative” (!!!), then linking to some demented, self-flattering “I’m the only true conservative in America” word salad. Great. I thought Bill Kristol had that trademarked.
Do you seriously believe anyone on this forum takes anything you post here seriously?
Do you seriously believe anyone on this forum takes anything you post here seriously?
TBF, who knew he had a sense of humor ?