A Dilemma Presents Itself

Whenever we have a blizzard, everybody runs to the market ahead of the storm to stock up on eggs, milk, and bread. I have no idea why they do this, but they do, and as a result, every time we see a snowstorm in the forecast, my wife and I have a craving for french toast.

Sadiq expounds on his feminist credentials:
https://twitter.com/SadiqKhan/status/1235966155665309702
Sadly no word on whether he wants misandry being a hate crime, or what he’s doing about actual, proper, crime. Like knife crime…

A mammalian virus reproduces on dry, bleached, cellulose at room temperature?
In case it isn’t quite clear, the screengrab isn’t real.

Heh. That would explain it.

It’s time for every Londoner to call out sexist and misogynistic attitudes wherever we encounter them – in the workplace, at school, on the streets or public transport.
IOW Khan is deputizing the London populace to be the UK version of Iran’s Morality Police.
That should go well.

IOW Khan is deputizing the London populace to be the UK version of Iran’s Morality Police.
And it’s not unreasonable to suppose that some targets, however trivial, will be seized upon much more readily than others.

Why is everyone buying toilet paper for a virus whose symptoms are listed as fever, cough, shortness of breath?

Cuz they luv them some science, don’t they?

Much as a glutton loves his lunch.

Why is everyone buying toilet paper…
The theory is the supply chain is going to collapse, which doesn’t explain why they are not stocking up on non-perishable or long shelf life food when they are raiding the supermarkets. After all, if there is no food, that whole bum wad thing becomes a bit of a moot point unless they are eating their lawns which, I guess, would be high fibre.
On the topic, some trivia if you are confronted by some asshat claiming “Wuhan Virus” is rayciss:
St. Louis (MO) Encephalitis
Marburg virus, named after all those German PoCs
Tchoupitoulas virus (former wharf street in New Orleans)
Omsk Hemorrhagic Fever
Whitewater Arroyo virus (US southwest – even has “white” in the name)
Spanish flu (for those who forget Spain is part of Europe)
Crimea-Congo Hemorrhagic Fever (only half rayciss)
There is also Q Fever, which was doped out in Australia, but you can claim it was named after the Bond character, not like anyone who thinks “Wuhan” is rayciss would know any better.

Rift Valley Fever (Kenya)
Valley Fever aka California Fever aka San Joaquin Valley Fever
Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever
Lyme Disease (Lyme, Connecticut, USA)
West Nile Virus
German Measles
Ebola (River in Zaire)

Ebola
Band name.

Band name.
Already taken, “Chikungunya” might be available.

RE Saddiq Khan criminalizing the hatred of women…this is what happens when you accept hatred – merely a normal and universal human emotion – to be a criminal act in the first place. You guys got a democratic referendum passed in the face of unbelievable institutional headwinds, why not try for a 1st Amendment type protection?
But the concept of hate speech is a slippery slope to authoritarianism. BTW, I’ve often wondered why a slippery slope argument is considered a logical fallacy. Isn’t it a prediction theoretically supported by evidence that can be countered by equally or better supported predictions? As in, “If you make an emotion illegal, even a potentially dangerous emotion, all sorts of other emotions can be made illegal under the same rubric.”

On the topic, some trivia if you are confronted by some asshat claiming “Wuhan Virus” is rayciss:
You are confused. You suffer from the oldbelief that the purpose of language is to communicate ideas and facts with clarity, rather than to cause the confusion and humiliation so essential to keeping society ordered.

In other toilet-paper apocalypse news.
Via Perry de Havilland.

Legionnaire’s Disease

I’ve often wondered why a slippery slope argument is considered a logical fallacy.
It’s only a fallacy based on whichever side of the argument you are on. Concerned that movies and such with gratuitous sex will lead to moral decay in society? Well, that’s just a slippery slope fallacy. You want to put up a border wall to keep out illegal immigrants? I suppose you’ll be putting them in gas chambers next, you Hitler.

Bog roll is for savages.

Worried about Wuhan flu? Try Prophylactic Poo.
Well after a bath in that stuff, you’re not lilkely able to get too close to anyone. So rule out getting the virus from human contact.

Ever since Elizabeth Warren dropped out of the presidential race, I’ve been mad at my husband.

In the pages of The Atlantic, the difficulties of a leftist marriage.

Ever since Elizabeth Warren dropped out of the presidential race, I’ve been mad at my husband.
Perusing said linkage and find out they were gaga ’bout voting for Warren after 2012?
Yeah, sure. Okey dokey…

What’s the English for Stasi?
“Miniluv”

Ever since Elizabeth Warren dropped out of the presidential race, I’ve been mad at my husband.
Thoughtless bastard might as well have brought home a Malibu Barbie for her birthday.

Dammit, that mouse beat me to the punch.
*Plays one-armed bandit, and mutters to himself*

Hey! If we’re gonna have a Junior Anti-Sex League I want one of those cool sashes that Julia wore. (For my wife, not me. Duh.)
Does it matter that we’re both over, uh, 30? Maybe a bit more?
Maybe we should start an “Old Farts Anti-Sex League”.

You have to wonder what kind of person aspires to being an insufferable…
Komrade Kaprugina perhaps.

Bog roll is for savages.
Ever since I discovered the miracle of the washlet on my first trip to Japan nearly 20 years ago, I have wondered why it has not been adopted more widely. Spray clean & blow dry is the way forward.
Don’t get me started on the pulsating massage function available on higher-end models.

Short Man Syndrome.
Well, as instructions go, it seems farcical, rather poisonous and likely to attract the kind of personalities that are best avoided. As so often, these woke exhortations strike me as psychologically weird, in that, in order to comply and be pious, you’d have to become irritating, intrusive, fixated and neurotic. And then there’s the obvious but unacknowledged consideration that people by and large don’t appreciate interruptions by eavesdroppers. It seems to me the idea of “calling out” the perceived “sexist attitudes” of random passers-by or random commuters is a bit like presuming to correct the grammar of complete strangers, and likely to meet with a similar response.
pulsating massage function
Band name.

The Atlantic article…
Headline is about her alleged competence but it is not till nine paragraphs (of twelve) in before her champion actually gets to anything purporting to be “competence”, specifically being 1/2,400 professors at Harvard (as pointed out a position gotten by lying) and being behind the creation of yet another mini-politburo bit of bureaucracy that is a soup sandwich. Of course our brave author fails to mention that Warren came in third in her state’s primary which is, of course misogyny, (especially from the women voters), which doesn’t speak well of how her own constituents view her “competence”.

Kate Manne, a philosopher at Cornell University, describes misogyny as an ideology that serves, ultimately, to reinforce a patriarchal status quo. “Misogyny is the law-enforcement branch of patriarchy,” Manne argues.

Of course. These clods are so unoriginal they might as well just use a mimeograph machine, at least we could enjoy the smell.

Misogyny is the law-enforcement branch of patriarchy

To paraphrase the great Dr. Randomercam: people devoted to fighting the devil aren’t harmless because the devil does not exist, but are rather dangerous precisely because anything can be the devil.
Now these religious fanatics are imagining an emotion (misogyny) can serve as an institutional branch (law-enforcement) of a massive, all-encompassing yet completely invisible entity for which no proof is ever offered (patriarchy). These twats believe in nothing but their own power and righteous lack of accountability and will fall for whatever preserves that status quo.

Well, as instructions go, it seems farcical, rather poisonous and likely to attract the kind of personalities that are best avoided.
True, but if you’re looking to mobilize an army of unpaid foot soldiers to harass your constituents into helpless complacency, the bossy busybodies are a good place to start. And as a bonus, after you give them leave to harass their neighbors, you earn a bit of goodwill from them and make it less likely that they’ll harass you and your people.
Honestly, we need to find a way to harness this group for our own purposes. Anyone fancy starting up a chapter of Occupy Her Majesty’s Government?

True, but if you’re looking to mobilize an army of unpaid foot soldiers…
And after a week or so of starting needless and petty arguments with random people – on tubes, at bus stops, in taxis, in shops, wherever one can eavesdrop – devotees may well be feeling a little fraught, a little uptight. Perhaps a little irrational. It’s not an obvious recipe for contentment, or mental health.

[ Proudly positions sticker behind bar. ]

In other news, I may start offering hot meals. Depending on demand.

I’ve got a booklet and everything.

What?

Right tomorrow’s ephemera is compiled and scheduled to materialise just after midnight. Time for a glass of something, I think.

Just imagine CMOT Dibbler selling corona virus protection nostrums.

Just imagine CMOT Dibbler selling corona virus protection nostrums.

Vimes looked into the grinning, cadaverous face of Cut-me-own-Throat Dibbler, purveyor of absolutely anything that could be sold hurriedly from an open suitcase in a busy street and was guaranteed to have fallen off the back of an oxcart.
“Morning, Throat,” said Vimes absently. “What’re you selling?”
“Genuine article, Captain.” Throat leaned closer. He was the sort of person who could make “Good morning” sound like a once-in-a-lifetime, never-to-be-repeated offer. His eyes swivelled back and forth in their sockets, like two rodents trying to find a way out. “Can’t afford to be without it,” he hissed. “Anti-dragon cream. Personal guarantee: if you’re incinerated you get your money back, no quibble.”
—Terry Pratchett, Guards! Guards!