For Wear And Tear On The Upholstery
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Quite possibly the most first world of problems.
You don’t know, man. You weren’t there.
[ Shakes fist at M&S Food Hall’s gently sloped checkouts. ]
Passes damp, well-used tea towel
(Mutters.. where in the F did the square brackets go? Ah here they are) [Quickly uses tea-towel for mask]
Have we been in here for fourteen days yet?
Acumen? You must be one of the favoured inner circle if you’ve been offered so much as a hint of any of that.
I’m the one with the pointer. At the easel.
(sits in corner sipping pint grateful to our host for his time and acumen)
To misquote Pogo, a blogger has only acumen, but a good cigar is a smoke.
Done! An order from Amazon will deposit you some payola
Long time lurker here. Thanks for some great blogging. Tip jar rattled in appreciation.
Invincible.
—David will especially enjoy this.
Not only did it turn up here sometime in the last couple of years, but, most importantly, it’s French.
This sounds about right.
Somewhat related.
An order from Amazon will deposit you some payola
Tip jar rattled in appreciation.
Bless you. May your favourite shoes – the stylish, comfortable ones that you can wear pretty much anywhere, and have worn pretty much everywhere, and therefore need to replace with a new pair – always be in stock.
—David will especially enjoy this.
I stopped trying to read minds 40 years ago.
This sounds about right.
“THE PEOPLE DEFENDING THE LOOTERS HAVE NEVER BUILT ANYTHING WORTHWHILE, SO OF COURSE THEY SIDE WITH THE DESTROYERS.”
That.
That.
Well, those championing feral predation and the recreational violation of random people are generally inhabitants of academia’s Clown Quarter, or former students who’ve only recently emerged from the Clown Quarter and are still subject to its stupefying effects. Which is to say, people who’ve embraced moral contortion, and among whom dogmatic perversity is a marker of status. Which, being leftists, they very much crave.
It seems pretty obvious that destroying someone’s small business, their livelihood – randomly, because you can – entails for the victim more than economic loss, even assuming they’re in a position to replace everything that’s been trashed, stolen or set on fire. Finding years of work and investment utterly destroyed, out of naked spite, is likely to be demoralising, to damage the victim’s will to go on, or to start again from scratch. This is hardly an esoteric point.
But wokeness is very much about disdaining the obvious, especially when it’s true. And so we get a kind of practised sociopathy.
It’s a phenomenon that we’ve seen many times.
Douglas Murray interview. https://youtu.be/Nmbd60apsfQ
Douglas Murray interview.
Always something of value in a Douglas Murray interview. As indeed here.
Creeps out of the darkness to rattle the tip jar. Creeps back.
Creeps out of the darkness to rattle the tip jar. Creeps back.
Thought I heard a rustling in the bushes. I’d already sent for my revolver. And bless you, sir. On summer days, should small flies find their way indoors through a wide-open window, may they never have inexplicable difficulty finding their way out again.
And so we get a kind of practised sociopathy.
‘Related’…
https://twitter.com/selfdeclaredref/status/1300677689918083072
Writers in support of looting: Been there. Done that.
Check out “Radical Chic & Mau-Mauing the Flak Catchers” by Tom Wolfe. Available on Amazon (hint hint..)
Available on Amazon (hint hint..)
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Tip jar hit. 🙂
Tip jar hit. 🙂
Bless you, sir. May you always have cash handy to buy something at the neighbours’ young daughters’ somewhat under-attended yard sale – which they’ve been planning for days, apparently – thereby making two little girls beam with triumph.
And so we get a kind of practised sociopathy. ‘Related’…
Is it too early to argue that Antifa are not human beings?
Is it too early to argue that Antifa are not human beings?
Sooner or later, everyone comes around to the idea of helicopters.
Sooner or later, everyone comes around to the idea of helicopters.
Why bother with helicopters when you can march these Marxists into a Gulag style labor camp just like they dream of putting us in? It would be…educational. 😀
Sooner or later, everyone comes around to the idea of helicopters.
Flap, flap, flap.—Or as the Marxists put it, you really like the idea of being a useful idiot.
Why bother with helicopters when you can march these Marxists into a Gulag style labor camp . . .
. . . . because you deeply admire and revere the Marxists and want to be just like them.
We pass.
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I have just learned that there is such a thing as a Mouse Jiggler.
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Bless you, sir. May your packed lunch never lack punch.
I have just learned that there is such a thing as a Mouse Jiggler.
Fluffer for Mickey, right?
Further to the interview with Douglas Murray posted above by Mags, here’s another. This time, Nigel Farage is the one asking the questions: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MKQmgP61LUI&t
May your packed lunch never lack punch.
This is my new favourite. I am fond of the convoluted ones, but brevity has a brilliant punchiness. Cf my favourite ever signal, sent on the occasion of a USN victory in WWII:
“Sighted sub, sank same.”
It must be Hell, living inside Hal’s head.
. . . . but brevity has a brilliant punchiness. Cf my favourite ever signal, . . .
Both Victor Hugo and Oscar Wilde are credited with cabling a publisher about how sales of book were going:
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! replied the publisher.
It must be Hell, living inside Hal’s head.
Oh, you poor dear.
Utterly frantically bored are you, or at least frantic?
Don’t worry, we’ll concede you your apparent ongoing experience of hell . . .
Thanks for the laughs, David
Tip jar has been hit.
Tip jar has been hit.
Bless you, sir. May your in-store mask-wearing never result in chin sweat.
Never go full Mao-ling
https://pjmedia.com/instapundit/398101/
Today would have been my dad, David Click’s, 92nd birthday. In honor of one David to another, tip jar rattled.
And ping!
tip jar rattled.
And ping!
Bless you, madam, and sir. When the Covid saga has passed, may you relish many hugs.
I rummaged around the
wife’s pursesofa cushions and found enough for you and the Other Half to buy a nice bottle of coping sauce.Don’t know if anyone else saw this.
Apparently you can write 288 pages explaining why it is ok to steal other peoples property
https://www.npr.org/sections/codeswitch/2020/08/27/906642178/one-authors-argument-in-defense-of-looting?preview=
and look like a fool and hypocrite on the very first page.
https://twitter.com/JadedSceptic/status/1300094370931257344
enough for you and the Other Half to buy a nice bottle of coping sauce.
Bless you, sir. May you never miscalculate the amount of free space in your freezer, such that you end up handing loaves to a politely amused neighbour.
So as this is still an open thread that’s mmm…open…
Admittedly I’m not the MOST literary guy but I found this amusing. Of course I am a tad mentally unwell…read poet Matthew Arnold’s Dover Beach, then read Anthony Hect’s Dover Bitch. Am I missing something or is that damn funny?
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Love monetised. Blessed already.
Ping. Cin Cin!
Ping! All I ask is for my name to be inscribed on the next upholstery path added. That, and an overgenerous shot in my next drink…
That was supposed to be “upholstery PATCH”. Once again demonstrating the capability to ruin my own jokes!
Remember “Steal this Book!” by Abbie Hoffman. He was Antifa before Antifa was cool. Not a pretty sight.
For those into succinct messages, although possibly apocryphal the message given when Sir Charles Napier conquered Sindh in India was “Peccavi” (Latin for “I have sinned”) rates highly in my book
And to be “pinged”, if only to get a personalised thank you message !