Alone With His Patriarchy
Via Farnsworth M Muldoon, a tale of feminist romance:
A discussion ensues. The teller of said tale, Ms Kelly Jo-Bluen, describes her interests as “feminism, international justice,” and “coloniality.” “White supremacist capitalist heteropatriarchy” is, we’re told, “the problem.”
Consider this an open thread, in which to share links and bicker.
Back sort of on topic, Titiana McGrath favors us with another poem…
…because the Vietnamese socialist system was collapsing they have been embracing capitalism.
Mrs. Oik and I travelled extensively in Vietnam in the early winter of 2018. I’ve never been to a country so inimical to the implementation of Marxoid socialism. Totalitarianism maybe, but definitely not socialism.
I see the savages in the colonies have ruined another word, inverting its bloody meaning.
I’m one of those savages, and I’ve never encountered that inverted meaning.
I’m one of those savages, and I’ve never encountered that inverted meaning.
I’m preparing a flotilla. We sail at dawn.
I’m preparing a flotilla. We sail at dawn.
I, for one, welcome our new overlords. Things were going to shit anyways.
I see the savages in the colonies have ruined another word, inverting its bloody meaning.
No doubt they would respond in their barbarous argot that they could care less. These are people who think that kudos is a plural.
I, for one, welcome our new overlords.
I take it you haven’t been following political events and “leaders” over in Blighty, you really want May or Corbyn here ?
No doubt they would respond in their barbarous argot that they could care less.
Heh. Godless brutes, the lot of ‘em.
Heh. Godless brutes, the lot of ‘em.
I see you lot still haven’t gotten over the fact that the terms of Cornwallis’ surrender was that you have to have extra letters in words, and that the terms of the Treaty of Ghent made you drive on the wrong side of the road.
I take it you haven’t been following political events and “leaders” over in Blighty, you really want May or Corbyn here ?
Well, I was speaking specifically of David and the UK faction of The Guild of Evil (TM). They need to get away I’m sure. David, no worries on Muldoon. We’ll have a little…hmmm..talk.
We’ll have a little…hmmm..talk.
Yeah. Maybe you better lay off the Night Nurse and hump fat for a while.
Grandpa of note.
Maybe you better lay off the Night Nurse and hump fat for a while.
It took me a moment to realize “hump” was not acting as a verb in that sentence.
And re the fake news saga, this.
And re the fake news saga, this.
Stunning and brave.
I’ve become somewhat amused by the great number of (leftist) people who are suddenly all about how they were in the Vietnam War…if everyone who claims to have been there really had been there, that little shard of a country would have broken off and fallen into the South China Sea.
It’s even more impressive when you consider that all ten million of them were hanging around at Woodstock the previous August. Just imagine the logistics of getting that many young men washed, shorn, trained to shoot straight, and shipped halfway around the world in the space of a few months!
You know, if you had a bar of soap for every hippie who said he was at Woodstock…meh, I got nothin’…
DESERTCO suggests our World’s Finest Hump Fat be used in moderation.
(Night Nurse? Really? Our corporate counsel strongly prefers Thunderbird with her Fat. By the way, what is this “Chapter 7 or Chapter 11” she and the CFO keep mumbling about?)
I’ve become somewhat amused by the great number of (leftist) people who are suddenly all about how they were in the Vietnam War…
Indeed, and every one was Force Recon, a Ranger, Special Forces, a SEAL, a scout sniper, a CIA ninja, under such deep cover they weren’t even allowed to know their own names, a fighter pilot (Navy or USAF), attack helicopter pilot, or any mix of the above.
No one was ever a truck driver, supply clerk, medic (unless an 18D or Force Recon corpsman), or even a refrigerator repairman.
A very well reasoned political discussion.
I can’t believe you Brits are chaffing at “could care less” (awful) and “aluminum” (pronounced aloominuhm until you find the extra “i” goddamnit) when Americans are responsible for the most horrendous tragedy in human speech: “like”.
[shudders]
I humbly apologize on behalf of the cuntifornians who created this virus.
Indeed, and every one was Force Recon, a Ranger, Special Forces, a SEAL, a scout sniper, a CIA ninja, under such deep cover they weren’t even allowed to know their own names, a fighter pilot (Navy or USAF), attack helicopter pilot, or any mix of the above.
Yeah. Makes you wonder. Seems the only people doing logistics, supply and such in Vietnam were just the guys I’ve met in real-life meat space. Funny how that is seeing as logistics and such were about 50% of the labor effort. Vietnam is a hot climate, you know. No telling how many refrigeration techs we lost. The Man don’t keep stats on that. It’s the System, man.
Back in 2004 or so a local “news” reporter was relating a story of a “homeless” man who told tales of the beach landings that he made in Vietnam in rubber Zodiac boats. He said he was a Sargent in the Navy, so you know he was props legit.
Vietnam was, more or less, a loss for international communism the day China invaded it (1979). It turns out that Communists get along with each a lot worse than Capitalists get along with each other. Which is kind of amusing, given that the ideologies are supposedly about co-operation and competition.
The Vietnamese also ended Pol Pot’s reign, and Western pressure helped prevent them wiping out the Khmer Rouge totally.
Instead of a bunch of dominoes falling and bringing down the west, the dominoes started falling backwards.
@Governor Squid – excellent poem. I will pass it on, with attribution.
I am another vote that Trump blurting is merely a social signaling of sorts, to announce one’s presence to the flock. It’s a way of taking attendance in the room. I have occasionally heard comparable blurts from Trump supporters, or over the years from other sorts of nonliberals, but it’s 90% a liberal action, dating back many years. https://indulgy.com/post/y0ljvNAOB2/hunting-for-liberals-bloom-county
How did Ms. Bluen know it was a tinder date? And if that’s not evidence she’s lying, is it really true that feminists go on tinder dates and immediately check for antiTrump bonafides? One would think there would be more efficient methods.
…most horrendous tragedy in human speech: “like”…
Don’t forget its cousin, you know.
He said he was a Sargent in the Navy, so you know he was props legit.
The phonies are usually more screwed up than a football bat. The site “This Ain’t Hell” is good at exposing them, this clown is one of my favorites. Thiss guy, though is a close second.
The stupid part is that the various service uniform regulations are all online, but these idiots are too stupidand/or wacked out to use them to put together a uniform that halfway appears correct.
Meanwhile, a young lady (I think) fears the MAGA hat. This one is hilarious even though it goes to show you can’t reason with this bunch.
“Facts aren’t real, only emotions are.”
Perception is reality. Just ask the American Psychological Association.
In 20 years from now both Ms.Bluen and the tinder date lady will tell this story to their many cats.
Tinder date? I’ve been out of the running for some time (married) but isn’t that basically a hook-up app to find a fock-partner for the evening? So she had the itch, as likely did he, but now, oh well…
“What did you do in the Navy?”
I was a cook.
“You sure know a lot about a lot of stuff, for a cook.”
You hear a lot of stuff in the galley.
“Wait — don’t you have a Master’s in Computational Mathematics?”
I had to do a lot of fractions when I was cooking.
I don’t think I saw this one posted yet.
Turns out it was this documentary:
https://www.imdb.com/title/tt5111874/mediaviewer/rm2927047424?ref_=tt_rv
Which looks promising.
Farnsworth,
Indeed, and every one was Force Recon, a Ranger, Special Forces, a SEAL…
There’s a long-running 4Chan meme (or “copypasta”) rant made as if by someone claiming to be all of those at once.
This one is hilarious even though it goes to show you can’t reason with this bunch.
I am not a kind man, but still I felt bad for her. She has been used.
I’m preparing a flotilla. We sail at dawn.
To paraphrase Humphrey Bogart, there are some parts of America I would advise you not to invade. 😉
Grandpa of note.
Excellent. Including the Pooh meme.
It’s even more impressive when you consider that all ten million of them were hanging around at Woodstock the previous August.
No, many of them were hanging around the local communist bookstore coop.
Like this, maybe?
And as for aloo-min-um, a people who spell a name Cholmondeley but pronounce it Chum-lee, well, the less said the better.
I humbly apologize on behalf of the cuntifornians who created this virus.
I swear my family moved out of The Valley before that thing ever happened!!
And as for aloo-min-um, a people who spell a name Cholmondeley but pronounce it Chum-lee, well, the less said the better.
We’re just saving time.
. . . a people who spell a name . . .
Wooster.
Speaking of Dead Che t-shirts, I’ve always wanted one of these but lacked the nerve:
http://www.solopassion.com/files/images/Adolf%20Guevara.gif
Speaking of Dead Che t-shirts, I’ve always wanted one of these but lacked the nerve:
Sweet.
Well, only if you look at what Communists say. Markets are all about cooperation, as anyone who’s understood Smith’s point about division and specialization of labour or read I, Pencil knows.
On that subject, someone has managed to make Iowahawkblog’s take even better
someone has managed to make Iowahawkblog’s take even better
Oh nicely done.
Re the incongruous blurting, mentioned upthread, another, milder version occurred last night.
The family headed out to a Burns Night dinner at a restaurant adjacent to the university. Before the (excellent) food appeared, we were treated to a brief poetry reading courtesy of a local academic. I was tempted to roll my eyes at the prospect of this, but he did get the crowd in good spirits. Until, of course, he found a way to give, as he put it, “a political edge” to a poem about food and good company. And so, we endured a contrived reference to Brexit (implicitly very bad) and “these troubled times” (a pointed nod across the ocean to a certain president, whom we were encouraged to imagine naked).
Again, I was struck by the presumption – the belief that everyone present would naturally agree. That a sentiment of friendship and community was being soured by an openly divisive smugness somehow escaped our local academic. Happily, it didn’t last long, and the food was top notch.
Oh wad some pow’r the giftie gie us,
To see oursels as others see us.
To see oursels as others see us.
Heh. Absolutely.
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The subtext was hard to miss: “This is a fashionable restaurant and its customers, being fashionable, will obviously hold left-of-centre views, especially regarding Brexit and Trump, both of which they should disdain and wish to be seen disdaining by their left-of-centre peers.” And again, when you’re out to enjoy a fancy meal with friends and family, this is an odd sentiment to encounter from someone you don’t know. Someone who has both a compulsion to air leftist piety, however incongruously, and a captive audience.
To see oursels as others see us.
The analogue that comes to mind is of inviting the new neighbours round for coffee and then, just before you hand over the cups to these people you’ve only just met, issuing a lengthy, self-satisfied proclamation on the merits of high taxes and lenient sentencing. And then expecting nodding and applause, rather than polite bewilderment.