My Kingdom For A Haircut
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Tip jar hit. For all the laughs and head shaking. 🙂
For all the laughs and head shaking. 🙂
Thirteen bloody years of it. It tests a person’s sanity.
[ Eye-twitching intensifies. ]
And bless you, sir. May you enjoy at least one clear view of the Milky Way rolling across the night sky.
What the f*ck is wrong with these people?
It tests a person’s sanity.
Whiskey. Neat.
I’ll pass on the complimentary pastry.
Keep the change and have one for yourself.
Keep the change and have one for yourself.
Bless you, sir. After buying a new kettle, may you not learn that it emits three soft beeps at the same time each evening, even when not in use, for reasons that defy mortal fathoming and which are not explained anywhere in the manual.
What the f*ck is wrong with these people?
Today’s words are social justice.
As so often, the Babylon Bee captures the flavour of things.
End-stage wokeness.
Via Julia.
Okay, so here’s what’s happening:
Looters flagged down the Police because armed store owners stopped them from looting their store. What?
Also I just tinkled in your receptacle. You’re welcome.
Also, a wine recommendation for you: this is really nice on a hot day.
Also I just tinkled in your receptacle. You’re welcome.
Bless you, sir. May you never be obliged to read, then re-read, a kettle manual.
this is really nice on a hot day.
I don’t drink rosé, just full-bodied reds, but I’ll add it to the list of things that will buy me the adoration of my beloved sisters-in-law. For whom, no wine is unappealing.
End-stage wokeness.
*throws up in mouth*
*throws up in mouth*
I keep having to remind myself that the ostensible basis of this hysteria is a meth-and-fentanyl-addled thug, a career thief and burglar, a practitioner of home invasion, who targeted women and beat them at gunpoint.
Not an obvious martyr, or a great loss to human flourishing. But then, as we’ve seen, wokeness is deranging.
Horrifying to see ostensibly intelligent people on Facebook (including my sister), in the UK, doing that awful slavish, “post a picture of a black square” shit. What on earth do they believe they’re doing? Are they literally accepting the structuralist nonsense that all white people everywhere are responsible for the actions of the US police?
When I first started reading this blog I occasionally thought it was bad for me because it gave me a false impression of the world. I thought that it collected the worst examples of wokeness and presented it as normality, when most people couldn’t care less.
Today I’m just astounded at how easily the hard left persuades people who think of themselves as quite normal to take their approved line. The Marxist dictum that “all oppression is structural” is just swallowed wholesale. An individual incident, grouped with other incidents, and ignoring still more incidents that don’t fit the argument, is the occasion not simply for disgust, or for practical suggestions for police reform, but for unexamined diatribes against western civilisation.
We’re not talking impressionable students here. These are educated adults with real jobs.
We’re lost.
When I first started reading this blog I occasionally thought it was bad for me
I should put that in the brochure. As testimonials go, it’s a real humdinger.
I don’t drink rosé, just full-bodied reds,
Ok, so the Rose isn’t good enough (rolls eyes), might I suggest this
Ok, so the Rose isn’t good enough (rolls eyes), might I suggest this
That’s better. 🙂
This is one of my favourites, and these two are inexpensive and quite drinkable.
my beloved sisters-in-law. For whom, no wine is unappealing.
Meow.
Also ping! 🙂
We’re lost.
I came to that conclusion long ago. At this point the only way out is Chile or Venezuela, and the helicopter option looks less likely every day.
Meow.
Frankly, they’d gargle jam if they thought there was a chance the fruit were fermenting.
I say that with love, of course.
Also ping!
Bless you, madam. May you never grill a thing only to realise, much too late, that you’re actually supposed to bake it.
“You’d better lock your door.”
“You’d better lock your door.”
Thick and entitled is not a good way to go through life.
Thick and entitled is not a good way to go through life.
It’s the moral inversion of a spoiled child. A dumb malevolence. And all they bring to the world is vanity and spite.
I really, really want to like the guy and I’ll certainly always respect his craft, but the effort required to cheer for Lewis Hamilton while ignoring his NPC politics has become too much for me to bear.
He joins Harrison Ford, John Cusack, most of Monty Python, Jimmy Kimmel [ spits ] and several others in my own little graveyard of entertainers whom I enjoyed despite their actual personalities, but now despise with gusto.
Come to think of it, this year has marked the biggest loss of respect for friends and family I – and I suspect many others – have ever had, and by a wide margin. What an absolute disaster of a year for my faith in humanity and we’re not even to the US Pres elections yet!
(At least this barge still floats. Ker-deebly-doo forthcoming once I exchange some .223 ballpoint for pieces of farthing or whatever you islanders use.)
Thick and entitled is not a good way to go through life.
For those whose direction these useful idiots are ultimately following that is not a bug, but a feature. Were they not so disordered, and so unlikely to ever be otherwise, they wouldn’t be nearly so easy to use.
Sam, Lewis Hamilton is vile. When he bleats about ‘our’ people he doesn’t have the likes of you or me in mind – or anyone resembling the woman who bore and raised him, come to that. None of this should surprise anyone who’s been around the block a few times.
At this point the only way out is Chile or Venezuela, and the helicopter option looks less likely every day.
Oh, don’t worry about it. Two parallel realities note why.
—As well as the basic background reality.
Parallel A:
Come [ any round of helicopters/Duh Revolution ], you can be assured that any NPC calling for throwing people from a chopper can indeed get thrown from one . . .
Parallel B:
Choppers aren’t an issue, anyway: For any NPC who signals piety by calling for choppers, whether guillotine or helicopter, the Tokarev has always been a cheaper and more efficient alternative, and is entirely equally established for signalling such a mindset.
—Even if it as obsolete as someone calling for such a solution, ya wanna show off—while certainly only showing off anyway—by carrying around a single Tokarev, or an entire Huey?
Frankly, they’d gargle jam if they thought there was a chance the fruit were fermenting.
He joins… several others in my own little graveyard of entertainers whom I enjoyed despite their actual personalities, but now despise with gusto.
I know the feeling. A few years ago on this site I wrote the following:
When it comes to art and artists, I think one has to accept that many artists will not share the politics you do. And so one has to separate who they are, from what they do. Even when it’s the case that they’re arseholes. Richard Wagner’s politics were truly appalling, but we’d be all the poorer without his operas. I think Vanessa Redgrave’s politics border on insanity, but she is an exceptionally gifted actress, and I do enjoy watching many of the films she’s made over the years.
Since then, although I still broadly feel this way, I increasingly agree with you that there are some entertainers who’ve become unbearable because of their pompous political pronouncements, and I no longer wish to watch things they’re in. Partly because I’ve stopped seeing the characters those people are playing, and partly because I have no desire to remunerate those who view me with increasing contempt. There remain plenty of actors who I will happily watch despite their opinions – Vanessa Redgrave remains one of them, as does David Mitchell (although his frequent collaborator Robert Webb is one of those who’ve become tiresome) – because (in Mitchell’s case) they haven’t completely alienated me yet or (in Redgrave’s) they’re talented enough that I still see the character.
And ping!
(Sorry, I thought GBPs were more–I will pick a better number next time.)
The teakettle has taken a vow of silence, but the rice cooker plays “Twinkle Twinkle “ or “Edelweiss “ when the rice 🍚 is done.
pieces of farthing or whatever you islanders use
Sorry, I thought GBPs were more
Until decimalisation in 1971, our only currency was bags of hair retrieved from plugholes.
And ping!
Bless you, sir. May you know the pleasures of a butter-drenched crumpet – grilled, obviously, and not, God help us, microwaved – as discussed during the Great Crumpet Debate of May 2018.
Partly because I’ve stopped seeing the characters those people are playing, and partly because I have no desire to remunerate those who view me with increasing contempt.
Quite. As I said in the same thread,
I’m not very consistent on this point and I don’t avoid certain actors or directors on principle. I don’t keep a blacklist. It’s more a reaction to a cloud of negative associations. A loss of charisma, as it were. And it has to be said, it’s becoming more of an issue.
A bumper collection of, er, social justice.
But hey, you mustn’t call it looting. Apparently, that would be racist.
But hey, you mustn’t call it looting.
“undocumented shopping”
Today I’m just astounded at how easily the hard left persuades people who think of themselves as quite normal to take their approved line.
This has just been posted to Facebook by a former colleague- it emanates from Antifa USA’s FB page. The man in question is in late middle age and is a member of one of the professions.
Under normal circumstances I just ignore this kind of facile, morally absurd bollocks, but I couldn’t refrain from commenting, something along the lines of: “One of the major differences between SHAEF and Antifa is that the former encouraged using force of arms to enter civilian business premises to eradicate or eject the sniper/artillery spotter/MG42 crew who would be hiding therein, not to acquire a plasma TV or a new pair of trainers (sneakers) free of charge”.
And once again, Laurie Penny wants a world without consequences.
Presumably, those of whom Laurie approves should be allowed to burn things and smash things and hurt people with impunity.
Because she cares so very much.
One of the major differences between SHAEF and Antifa…
Also that the vast majority of Allied soldiers held views which would have got them labelled a Nazi had they been around today to express them.
I don’t think this headline implies quite what you think it does.
Richmond man caught cannibalizing 90-year-old grandmother, police say
Igor
The woke neurosis, part 13,042.
It’s like something out of Quatermass.
We’re on your side!
Lol
via Steve Sailer
We’re on your side!
Perhaps it’s just me, but it feels like one of those symbolic moments, the ones that neatly capture a much broader phenomenon.
Also, from the replies,
And so forth.
The woke neurosis, part 13,042.
There’s nothing wrong with that image that any one of the GAU series weapons couldn’t solve.
Yet more evidence (if it were needed) that those in charge of our civilisational inheritance don’t much care for it:
https://twitter.com/FlintDibble/status/1267866249280851971
I’m not very consistent on this point and I don’t avoid certain actors or directors on principle. I don’t keep a blacklist. It’s more a reaction to a cloud of negative associations. A loss of charisma, as it were. And it has to be said, it’s becoming more of an issue.
Indeed. Like you, I don’t have an active “I refuse to watch films/TV/Sports starring X or directed by Y” blacklist (with the possible exception of Ken Loach) but I’m starting to head in that direction. It’s increasingly difficult to avoid.
We’re on your side!
Best to know what that side is before declaring for it.
Insert quote about feeding crocodiles here.
Best to know what that side is before declaring for it.
Caravans of cars full of looters — it’s not something East Bay police see every day
TFW you get to see your friends again after lockdown is eased:
https://twitter.com/V_actually/status/1267488681415315458