My Kingdom For A Haircut
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This place is the real-life Callahan’s,
Is that a good thing?
I’m not entirely sure what it is that’s happening here.
Via Julia.
This place is the real-life Callahan’s,
Is that a good thing?
Time Travelers Strictly Cash.
I’m not entirely sure what it is that’s happening here.
. . . . . . Collect the set?
I’m taking a couple of days off to restore my natural lustre and vivacious disposition.
. . . suspiciously discoloured bunting . . .
This puts her square in category four. . . . taste in decoration
Quite.
Ephemera?
Not this week, alas.
The Spock is the superego. Lord Vetinari has an Annoying Background Event. London Below is a Dark World. Suzie Shooter, a/k/a Shotgun Suzie, a/k/a Oh Christ, It’s Her, Run is an Action Girl. And each is one of these.
“Ping!”
“Ping!”
Bless you, sir. May your local butcher be an old-school burly Yorkshireman who refers to you as “duck.”
Two eyes or death.
Dear lord, tell me this isn’t really a thing.
I’m not entirely sure what it is that’s happening here.
Outtake from Animal House?
Dear lord, tell me this isn’t really a thing.
We live in deranging times.
We humans are funny creatures. For instance, our trust in doctors and medical staff is seemingly endless, but we largely distrust police. Except…
That’s 2013 CDC stats on the US, but is fairly representative of most modern years. 250 times more likely to die from a medical oopsie than by people carrying guns and knowing they won’t face consequences for using them?
OK, I admit I can’t embed images. Apologies:
https://imgur.com/rOnQqfr
I usually lurk in the dark corner at the wobbly table under the burned out light near the gents but I’m always entertained by the conversation. Thanks David. Oh and ping.
Oh and ping.
Bless you, sir. Should flies find their way in through a wide-open window, may they find their way out with great promptness and little fuss.
Oh, and while you’re there, a quick once round with the can of Oust. We must think of the ladies.
And we’re only at the halfway mark of 2020
And we’re only at the halfway mark of 2020
Blimey. Is there some ancient prophesy I don’t know about?
We humans are funny creatures. For instance, our trust in doctors and medical staff is seemingly endless, but we largely distrust police. Except…
The purported distrust of police is largely a pretense: Did you see the recent video of looters calling the police to report armed resistance to looting?
Another nominee for the Karens’ Hall of Fame.
Dear lord, tell me this isn’t really a thing.
It is, but it’s also another 4chan op.
Another nominee for the Karens’ Hall of Fame.
Yet another example in a long line of examples of how patriarchal society disempowers women, robbing them of their voices, and … Wait … that can’t be right.
[ Frowns at newly installed ‘feminism’ app on phone ]
Must need an update or something …
a while longer…
Are you considering leaving us?
Are you considering leaving us?
Not planning on it, no. Though this establishment does have overheads, chiefly my time, and hence the quarterly fundraisers.
It is, but it’s also another 4chan op.
Repent of thine pallor!
Currently doing the rounds, some inadvertent symbolism.
But we also have a mainstream media that in significant part, along with much of our educational establishment, appears determined to inhibit and deflect any such inclination. Our social immune system, as it were, has apparently been compromised.
“The New York Times last night caved to protests from its own writers to apologize for publishing a conservative opinion piece by a ranking Republican senator”
https://jonathanturley.org/2020/06/05/mea-culpa-new-york-times-caves-to-protests-and-apologizes-for-posting-conservative-opinion/
“Elite New York professors celebrate the destruction of their city
Arlene Davila, a professor at NYU and founding director of the Latinx Project, believes that looting, theft, and destruction are all part of this essential tapestry of protest.
She writes, ‘Anyone surprised that protests include looting of luxury stores in Soho & elsewhere doesn’t know the 1st thing about racial capitalism & luxury consumption. Racial exploitation is at the root of consumer capitalism built on the commodification of black bodies through slavery.'”
https://thepostmillennial.com/new-york-professors-celebrate-the-destruction-of-their-city
The New York Times last night caved to protests from its own writers to apologize for publishing a conservative opinion piece
The words “did not meet our standards” actually made me laugh.
Arlene Davila, a professor at NYU and founding director of the Latinx Project, believes that looting, theft, and destruction are all part of this essential tapestry of protest.
One can only hope that Professor Davila returns home one evening to find it a chosen target of ‘protest’, i.e., robbed of anything valuable and merrily on fire. Or would that somehow be unfair?
[ Added: ]
Professor Davila’s reasoning, such as it is, seems to be, “I am unhappy, therefore I am obviously entitled to smash whatever I choose, terrorise whomever I choose, however arbitrarily, and to destroy the hopes and livelihoods of countless random people.” Because, magic words, social justice.
Again, it’s remarkable just how often leftism is functionally indistinguishable from sociopathy.
Ok. I’m going to regret this, but.
That “influencer girl”. What inadvertent symbolism ( that’s no doubt absolutely effing obvious) did I miss? I mean, she’s a deeply shallow attention whore leech, but what else?
Also, the comments in the Twitter thread refer to giving her a Pepsi, to make the scene more perfect.
Someone want to enlighten me (i.e. darken my morning) by explaining that bit of pop culture?
Yours Regretfully,
M. theFourth
I’m trying out changing my ethnicity from English/Welsh, to French.
I mean, why the hell not?
M. theFourth
Someone want to enlighten me (i.e. darken my morning) by explaining that bit of pop culture?
Probably because of this.
Arlene Davila, a professor at NYU and founding director of the Latinx Project, believes that looting, theft, and destruction are all part of this essential tapestry of protest.
I think we’ll give that one a post of its own.
Sorry, to honour your wishes I meant to address you as Monsieur Frédéric le Quatrième.
Any relation to Frédéric le Grand?
Frédéric Quatrième, no “le”. Like Louis Seize.
Frederick IV of Palatine was “the Righteous”. Mind you, he was “righteous” because he was in charge of killing Catholics, and he drank himself to death.
Like Louis Seize.
Then I suppose it should be Frédéric Quatre to strictly follow form.
A female friend of mine went to Paris on a French exhange trip in high school. One night at dinner she was offered more of the main course and she excused herself by saying “No merci, je suis plein,” thinking she was saying “no thanks, I’m full.” She didn’t realize that in idiomatic french what she had said was “No thanks, I’m pregnant.” Her hosts had a good laugh and explained what she had said.