Man Down, Send Biscuits
As your host has been laid low by the common cold, here’s an open thread, in which to share links and then bicker about them. If you fail in your task of entertaining each other, feel free to rummage through the reheated series.
Oh, and via Dicentra, here’s a spoiler of note.
Enrichment.
http://www.desertsun.co.uk/blog/8280/
https://www.therebel.media/refugeeinvestigation
Please note that if you misstate the extent of your alcohol consumption in college according to a single individual’s characterization of it, you may never be confirmed for an appointed position in the Federal government. A bi-partisan group of Senators (viz Flake and Coons) agree that this would be lying to the Senate, and only Senators are allow to do that.
Enrichment.
“Please avert your eyes and remain silent while your culture is being degraded. Thank you for your cooperation.”
Reeducation Campus.
Winter Vagina is a thing. Apparently.
Caleb Luna should, I believe, queue up on the right.
spoiler of note
ctrl-F white male Christian – 8 matches in a 1000 word article for those awkward four syllables.
Interesting Twitter thread of note (h/t Obnoxio): https://twitter.com/Kinesis/status/1046482847245033472
It seems even transgender people are starting to get irritated by identitarian ideology.
Advances in fashion research.
That shows I am a good person and should not be crushed like a bug.
The psychology on display is quite nauseating.
“Clapping has been banned at University of Manchester Students’ Union events to avoid triggering anxiety”
https://twitter.com/BBCNWT/status/1046729798519848960
That shows I am a good person and should not be crushed like a bug.
As Neontaster notes, it’s always the same ruse, the same dishonesty.* To signal the woke piety of the week, you propose a course of action that’s absurdly impractical (to say nothing of morally obnoxious), safe in the knowledge that said course of action will never happen and will never leave you, the proponent, obliged to take the action in question, or indeed any other.
And this is how credulous they imagine the rest of us are.
*See also, for instance, Laurie Penny.
Educator’s political death and mutilation porn coexists with educator’s baseless presumptions of guilt without so much as a hiccup. And probably with tenure too, come to think of it.
https://www.campusreform.org/?ID=11369
“Sure is chilly in here.”
“You didn’t have to say it twice!”
“I didn’t.”
RE the “spoiler of note” link in the OP…is anyone else not able to laugh at these things anymore? I’m made physically sick by this stuff more and more, like driving and seeing street signs saying “Massive Civil Unrest Ahead” every few miles. I’m worried how our society will correct for this, for correct it will. The correction can be gradual and relatively peaceful, or sudden, terrifying, and violent beyond anything the world has ever seen.
I’d like to laugh at them, or keep being the “violinist on the Titanic” as is my wont, but recently these sick people make me very worried for the world in which my young son will come of age.
“Clapping has been banned at University of Manchester Students’ Union events to avoid triggering anxiety”
So acting like a creepy cult doesn’t make people anxious?
So acting like a creepy cult doesn’t make people anxious?
Heh. Quite.
Not entirely unrelated.
Also, down twinkles. We mustn’t forget those.
Enrichment.
“Please avert your eyes and remain silent while your culture is being degraded. Thank you for your cooperation.”
Mind if I steal that one?
Also, down twinkles.
Re-reading that, I see where AC1 and I both predicted an impending burst of the education bubble. That was seven years ago. Predictions are hard, especially about the future. At least it wasn’t just me.
is anyone else not able to laugh at these things anymore?
Yes.
sudden, terrifying, and violent beyond anything the world has ever seen.
Sudden, terrifying and violent? Absolutely. Beyond anything the world has ever seen? Not hardly. One of the soul-destroying things about having minored in classical studies and history, as well as having read a book or two, is that I know how this movie ends. And it isn’t good.
You can have helicopters now, or bodies piled in heaps later. Choose.
I’m worried how our society will correct for this, for correct it will.
What conclusions can we draw from the fact that these people are openly calling for murder in order to get their way, and in the case of the Georgetown professor, advocating for murder and mutilation of federal officials without fear of any consequences? Either they are confident that the current situation is an aberration, which they mean to correct by fair means or foul, or they are sending a warning to the rest of us to shut up and fly right so that we might be spared the inevitable ideological decimation which is bound to occur pour encourager les autres.
Daniel – I meant the greatest violence the world has seen. We’re talking about the West, here. If it burns the ash will cover the world. The Russians, Chinese, and other various despots will not be the safe havens to the Wests’ turmoil that the West was for their respective blood lettings, but rather be part of the carnage. Combined with modern means of destruction the potential for worldwide destruction dwarfs the World Wars and Communism’s Grand Murders combined.
Plus, we have far more people available for gratuitous slaughter and wealth available for plundering than the world has ever seen, hence my doom mongering.
Alas, debating exactly how terrible the destruction of everything we love would be is not improving my mood, so I concede…
It’s going to be fall-of-Rome levels of civilizational collapse. You’re right about absolute numbers of corpses, yes, but in terms of relative numbers of deaths, the world has seen worse and for the same reasons. The Spanish flu killed more people in North America than WWI, and it’s called that not because it originated in Spain or anything, but because the US newspapers refused to cover it. The Spanish ones did. Sound familiar?
If we’re going to get all literary, I’ve always found “The Simplification” to be a pleasing euphemism for the subject at hand. Can we go with that?
“The Simplification”
“A Canticle for Leibowitz” by Walter M. Miller.
Man Down, Send Biscuits
What sort of biscuits are we talking about here? Those Cadbury chocolate finger things?
Hobnobs. I bet it’s hobnobs.
Or, since it’s October, hobnoblins?
Tim Tams!
Oh wait, those’re Aussie. But soooo good.
Came across this on Farcebook: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1OTnvCylsJA I’m surprised neither they nor YouTube has removed it. Oh and Language Warning – NSFW – headphones!
This guy is hilarious – has some good points, too.
Why can I picture our host going off on a rant like this…
Our old friend Bill on the prospect of death:
https://www.nbcnews.com/think/opinion/what-i-learned-about-life-after-doctor-told-me-i-ncna906721?cid=sm_npd_nn_tw_ma
Dad jokes:
https://www.theatlantic.com/family/archive/2018/09/deconstructing-the-dad-joke/571174/
Old jokes:
https://penandpension.com/2018/09/19/georgian-humour/
Octopus on drugs:
https://www.miamiherald.com/news/nation-world/national/article218733035.html
Get well soon!
Re: dad jokes
From my family archives a joke rooted in fact …
my maternal grandfather, Bob Rippel, Sr., was a memorial counselor at Forest Lawn, Glendale, California for about 45 years.
He was the kindest, most reliable of men you’d ever meet. Really, he was the last man to let you down.
::::ba-dah boom::::
Morning, all.
[ Coughs, sniffles, refills coffee mug. ]
How to read your local newspaper.
Via Damian.
How to read your local newspaper.
What’s a local newspaper?
ManFlu detected. Sending sustenance:
Bless you, sir. If only it weren’t so hot-now-cold-now-hot-again in here.
What’s a local newspaper?
Well, quite.
While recently Googling for an example of something I was banging on about, I saw, for the first time in years, an item of possible interest in the local paper. I followed the link and was met with a demand that I either subscribe or turn off my adblocker. Still faintly curious about the news item in question, and morbidly curious as to the state of local newspapers, I turned off the adblocker and refreshed the page. Then, instantly, the whole site became all but unusable, with mangled formatting, disjointed text, broken links, and, inevitably, more ads than content.
36 on one page.
They don’t seem to know about, or care about, making the user experience remotely tolerable. Even basic things, like a page with a single 200-word news story not taking 30 seconds to load and becoming unscrollable due to a barrage of random, irrelevant advertising. It’s as if they don’t understand that people tend to resent adverts on laptops and phones much more than on a printed page, because the laptop or phone is our property in a way a newspaper isn’t. It feels uniquely intrusive and aggravating. Like they’re determined to repel readers.
What sort of biscuits are we talking about here?
Also tissues. Preferably those moisturised ones.
Clearly a confused individual.
What sort of biscuits are we talking about here?
Proper ones.
Annah Anti-Palindrome nods approvingly.
Proper ones.
And lo, the Great Biscuit Definition War raged on for another 200 years.
And lo, the Great Biscuit Definition War raged on for another 200 years.
Admit it, you’d rather have some of those over those milk chocolate covered oat things.
Meanwhile, kids, don’t try this at home, or ever.
OTOH, the same thing can happen with bad Mexican food.
OTOH, the same thing can happen with bad Mexican food…
. . . or good Mexican food for that matter.
BTW, while sausage gravy is fine for biscuits, do not overload the gravy with sausage chunks. Remember: less is more.
Carry on.
Proper ones.
Dangit Mr. Muldoon sir – that picture is making my mouth water!!
that picture is making my mouth water!!
It’s making my nose run.
It’s making my nose run.
A box of extra-soft, moisturized tissues to you, sir!
And also a steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup – supposedly it helps with such ailments.
And also a steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup – supposedly it helps with such ailments.
Indeed.
I am sure there is something in EF that covers this.
I am sure there is something in EF that covers this.
Something ought to cover it. Tarpaulin, perhaps.
“Clapping has been banned at University of Manchester Students’ Union”
But giving someone the clap is fully covered by the NHS.
Also, clapping excludes the hearing impaired (AKA deaf).
Come to think of it the deaf are underrepresented in the musical arts. Beethoven, Evelyn Glennie…who else?
Man U Stu U might consider banning music as it is prone to incite clapping.
“Biscuits” alone are what Americans know as “Cookies”
Real biscuits are always “biscuits and..(gravy, jam, etc.). There is no such thing as ‘biscuits’ by themselves. That would be like having a cup of coffee without the cup.
There is no such thing as ‘biscuits’ by themselves.
Unless it is the Montgomery Biscuits.
I am sure there is something in EF that covers this.
Reminded me of these two quotes I saw recently. Can’t recall where…here perhaps?
Only took us 100 years or so to screw that up.
Batty feminist of the day…
“Women of America, it’s time to take off your wedding rings. Re-education about female autonomy begins at home. Telling women that their selves and their bodies are things for men is a spectrum. It lives in the space between being married, compulsory monogamy, the wage gap, getting away with harassment at work, and assault and rape.”
https://www.psychologytoday.com/gb/blog/stepmonster/201809/women-america-take-your-wedding-rings
Women of America, it’s time to take off your wedding rings.
Ain’t she a love.
By the way, I’ve recently been asked, twice, by relatives, what my blog is about. I’ve yet to come up with an answer.
I’ve only been doing this for 10 years.
It’s about ten years long.
It’s about keeping the light of reason turned on.
It’s about ten years long.
I see what you did there.
Thing is, when people ask, i.e., when they’re being polite but don’t actually want to be ensnared in a long and involved conversation, it would be handy to have a polite answer.
I suppose I could just say it’s about fishing.
By the way, I’ve recently been asked, twice, by relatives, what my blog is about.
Clearly, you’ve been bored.
And you’ve been needing a survival mechanism.
You are Wonko the Sane, and this place is Outside The Asylum. Thank you for letting me out!
“Women of America, it’s time to take off your wedding rings…”
…so I don’t have to see them, since I can’t get one myself, even though I’d happily sell my soul to catch a man.
The envy just oozes from the page.
By the way, I’ve recently been asked, twice, by relatives, what my blog is about. I’ve yet to come up with an answer.
I thought it was about The Guild of Evil ™ and henchlesbians and plotting schemes to dry-shave Jeremy Corbyn’s and Michael Moore’s (ok, I just added him) beards off. And Night Nurse (and Night Train). And pickled..ummm…eggs. You mean to say you didn’t tell them about the pickled eggs?
You mean to say you didn’t tell them about the pickled eggs?
He’s prolly hoping that they don’t recognize the bar, even with the claimed different CCTV source.
Batty feminist of the day…
A clear case of ” Physician, heal thyself…”