One More Before The Holidays

some festive bathroom scenes.
That’s what I look for in a woman.

I am not sure why she is upset, though, what with all the privilege she’ll get with that certificate.

I am not sure why she is upset, though, what with all the privilege she’ll get with that certificate.
Impurity detected, weeping ensues.

Bargain.
https://twitter.com/DamCou/status/1074973639777443840

Pertinent to a discussion we had on these pages some threads back, specifically with respect to the reverence showed to public safety institutions, a reverence which might not be necessarily deserved. At the time, I noted the lack of legal liability for even a willful failure to safeguard the public. Stated differently, there is no legal duty for taxpayer-funded public safety institutions to actually keep the public safe. (N.B. I say “institutions.” There is no doubt that individual first responders have been and will be heroes. Their individual heroism is more profound given their insulation from legal liability if they fail to perform.)

This.
With respect to Orwell, it’s not that children share adults’ political views. The problem is that adults admire the political views of children.

Sorry, that link starts in the middle. This link starts at the beginning: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xoxhDk-hwuo

Bargain.
Depends on the wife, I should think.
Sorry, that link starts in the middle.
Come on, Nemo. Get it together.

Every year the poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834) sent out his famous home-made Christmas cards, and every year his friends wished that he wouldn’t.

She then cites her son’s belief that houses and food shouldn’t cost money. “This way of thinking would have been quite useful,” she says.
I believe that human beings should be able to soar like birds, and that I should be an astronaut. Belief is cheap*. Houses and food, on the other hand, require effort and materials to be expended in their production. They are expensive.
How does someone who can’t think get a well-paid job writing think-pieces?
*Usually. Try believing that Jesus Christ died for our sins in Saudi Arabia or Pakistan. That could cost you more than a house.

she and her six-year-old son are “aligned” politically. She then cites her son’s belief that houses and food shouldn’t cost money. “This way of thinking would have been quite useful,” she says.
I recall an article some years back about one of the many side effects of rampant single motherhood: single mothers treating their young children like adult friends rather than children in an already unstable home environment. The example given, allegedly a true story, was a mother having a serious conversation with her 6 and 4 year old about a downturn in mommy’s income affecting the household budgets for various things.
Although that article focused mostly on the impact on the children of having very adult concerns thrust on them by a parent seeking support and approval, articles like this one make me think there’s a two-way process going on, in which single mothers who have projected their need for social support onto their children start affording those children the respect and consideration one normally extends to adult companions.

Six year olds don’t understand economics. And Zoe writes for the Guardian.
That’s quite all right, neither to Guardian readers.
By channeling a six year old, she’s just showing that she knows her target demographic.
The difference is that in 4-5 years, the six year old may learn something about the world, and update his/her worldview.

Wait, ‘before the holidays’..? They’ve already started! *uncaps whisky*

Lefties are so sweet the way they believe children share their own socialist beliefs and don’t say any of this shit for adult approval.

They’ve already started! *uncaps whisky*
Someone escort Ms M to the sobering centrifuge. 30 minutes should do it.

The festive bathroom scenes reminded me of the story of a journalist conferring with an editor as to how to get a toilet seat (which he needed at his house) out of the building without others noticing. Quoth the editor: “Put it over your head and say you’re going to a fancy dress party.”

“My cat is a socialist and that’s a good thing.”
“From those that have cat food and petting to those that need cat food and petting”

Home-made arcade game.

Dinosaur death-match.

And finally, a spelling mistake of note.

Sheds new light on the recent think-pieces about giving younger people the right to vote, doesn’t it?
It does, I think, have a contemporary resonance.

Poor Nia! I can’t imagine anything worse than finding out that you have European DNA.
Hey, wait a minute! Wasn’t DNA discovered by a couple of white guys? So, it figures that the DNA system has been devised to privilege whiteness and oppress POC.
Throw out that DNA “test”! It is just one more way for the Man to control you and mess with your mind.

https://quillette.com/2018/12/18/confessions-of-a-soulless-troglodyte-how-my-brooklyn-literary-friendships-fell-apart-in-the-age-of-trump/
Rtwt. Another self-rescue describes the swamp he escaped.

Re the Quillette article: “Jamie’s wife put her own ambitions on hold blah blah blah blah…”. So he could write while she took care of the baby.
Have none of these people ever heard of divvying up the work? “He’s asleep! Quick! I’ll clean the bathroom, you work on your book!” Then the next time, they swap. Even the fussiest baby does not cry 24/7 (I know, I had him). You work together, around the baby. The people in articles like this never sound like human beings in a family. They sound like billiard balls, rolling blindly around on a table, occasionally caroming off one another. What kind of childhood turns human beings into billiard balls?

What kind of childhood turns human beings into billiard balls?
Helicopter parents who then send their lambs off to be educated by the public school system on how to be human, with, umm… mixed results.