The Lockdown Diaries (4)

an unenticing offer
“The white male is the biggest risk in spreading the virus”
But black and Pakistani neighbourhoods hardest hit?

“I’m involved with a married man. Will our affair survive the lockdown?”
https://youtu.be/BN4LM_mQIjk
Guess which paper.

Guess which paper.
You can imagine my surprise. It was that or Salon, or Slate. And I can’t help noticing just how often ‘progressive’ publications devote pages to dysfunctional, probably doomed relationships, with articles by people whose choices and behaviour are destructive, but who seem quite proud of their actions, or at least expecting of sympathy.
And I did chortle at the author’s disingenuous tip-toeing around alternative words for what she is, and what she’s doing.

“Where is that?”

高椅岭风景区

Thanks.

‘Related’…
As someone tweets in reply, “I get the distinct impression they don’t actually want that question answered and they’d rather just throw the accusation around for race-baiting purposes.”

Charming music for the lockdown. You’re welcome.
https://mobile.twitter.com/TreyCallaway/status/1251273373922897920?s=09

Being, as you know, a shallow and needy type, I’m not above sharing flattering things about myself:

There is one small problem, though, with reading Thompson’s stuff, and that is that it exposes one to lunacy of all sorts: Left-wing, feministical, academic and eco-freak, to name but some, and all with massive overlap between them. Because I don’t read Slate or New Yorker, for example, I’m never exposed to such nonsense — but reading Thompson does do that, in the same way that playing with dogs, while wonderfully pleasurable, does expose one to their bad breath and fleas.

And I’ll thank you not to judge me, you peasants.

Neither are we, Davis…
Bugger. And I’ve just had an enormous enlargement framed above the bed.

“I can’t just spend the whole month dildo-ing myself.”
OK, that’s going to stay with me.

Peanut putter?
It’s for miniature golf. Quite miniature golf.

Helps explain that annoying itch.
The bad breath is probably my own. Don’t judge me.

Jonathan, that “chaser” occurred in one particular Hasidic neighborhood in Brooklyn. Unfortunately, even the other ones, where they are much more careful – one of them being my neighborhood – have been badly hit.

“The white male is the biggest risk in spreading the virus”
https://twitter.com/Independent/status/1252249268678725632

And I’ve just had an enormous enlargement framed above the bed.
Oooh, matron…

Reading this
https://quillette.com/2020/04/15/rethinking-human-ecology-in-the-age-of-covid-19-lessons-from-a-fish-market/
I encountered this fascinating fragment:

this is the first time in human history that such an enormous chunk of the planet has been rich enough to live comfortably for months on end without working, through a combination of stored wealth and government largesse, all the while being served daily by semi-automated retail supply chains that can deliver every imaginable product to our isolated coral crags and sandy holes.

Another writer with, apparently, no understanding of 1) just how little of the world falls into that category, and 2) just how much fantasy he is indulging in by imagining that the category even exists.
I mean, right this second I am looking out my window at the county garbage collection truck. Sure, it has enough semi-automation that it only has a driver, no crew, but…
It has to be fueled. It has to be maintained. Including hydraulic fluids, pumps, electronics, bearings, greases, tires, etc. It has to be dispatched. It operates on public roads which require maintenance. The guy is wearing work clothes consisting of fabrics woven from various types of threads derived from various plants and plastics, all of which have to be produced, shipped, assembled, and delivered.
Since I’m such an inclusive guy, lets say the driver is a single mother. So her kids need looking after during the workday. Which involves personal contacts, transportation, cooking, maybe schooling.
And anyone paying attention can make endless lists like this.
“semi-automated” my ass.
“months on end” nope.
“enormous chunk” right. Maybe 1-5 %?
When I am emperor, every teen will be forced to spend two years in a manual labor job of some kind. Involving dirt, heavy objects, dirt, weather, and dangerous machinery. Oh, and dirt.

an unenticing offer
The word of the day is biocontrol.

Daniel,
My Imperium will be merely a slight extension of the current Prog trend requiring various indoctrinations and granting e.g. class credit for “activist” activities. I mean, Pol Pot showed us the Way, didn’t he? I’d be going with the Flow of History. You aren’t some kind of Reactionary Kulak, are you?

All I need now is for all y’all to make your choice known. “Ave, Imperator”. Come on, it’ll be painless, I promise.
Oops. Time to walk the puppy…

how’d you get the idea that there would be anything “federal” about my Empire?
No one reads the classics any more.

Remember, readers, Antifa are just like normal people – sharing fantasies of vandalising infrastructure, making death threats, and ambushing and beating people on their way home.
It’s “decentralised direct action.”

decentralised direct action
I vaguely recall a time when we just called it “random violence”.

Antifa isn’t politics; it’s sociopathy.
It’s both. Sociopathic politics and political sociopathy.
“Does mental illness lead to leftism, or does leftism lead to mental illness?”
“Yes.”

ok, change that to five quid.