Just Don’t Frighten The Horses

For readers unfamiliar with that particular idiom.

Matt Taibbi has the funniest, most vicious takedown yet of that stupid pro-looting book:
https://taibbi.substack.com/p/dont-steal-this-book
Strange, how the old class-war lefties now strike me as much more palatable to me than the new race-war lefties.

I’ll leave this here.
Sadly not news to many of us. Contrary to neigh-sayers there can scarcely be a homosexualist who hasn’t been victim of equine heteronormative bigotry.

[E]quine heteronormative bigotry
Band name.

Those horses don’t want to go over the rainbow, because then they’ll become unicorns!

I’ll leave this here.
That’s fascinating, because horses are largely colour blind and shouldn’t even be able to distinguish most of the colour bands.

That’s fascinating, because horses are largely colour blind and shouldn’t even be able to distinguish most of the colour bands.
Gay rays. It’s the only explanation.

therapeutic property diminishment (TPD), otherwise referred to as “looting”
From the lootsafe manifesto. Presumably volunteering as a lootee automatically negates any insurance cover they may have.

The police horses are doing a poorly executed side-pass. I had a paso fino horse who could side-pass smoothly all day. I’ve seen police use it to move unruly people – herd them, so to speak. People don’t know how to process a horse behaving like that. Disrupts whatever mischief they are committing.

TORIES IN TOTAL HARMONY

At least some politicians can play nicely together. James Cartlidge, the MP for South Suffolk, is forming a band with his fellow Tories Will Quince on vocals, Mark Garnier on bass and David Morris on guitars. “We don’t have a name yet and we don’t rehearse but other than that we’re top of the charts,” Cartlidge told Matt Chorley on Times Radio, following his leader’s example in letting confidence make up for bad planning. Chorley asked listeners to suggest band names, of which my favourites were the Prorogues, the Backstop Boys and Run DCMS.

Hmmm. I wonder if there’s some place where they might get one or two suggestions for a band name . . .

Still seems a little odd, to me, that modern, supposedly gay-affirming imagery tends to involve either the cartoonish and grotesque – drag-queen story time, say – or the childishly sentimental – rainbows, for instance. It’s possible I’m just a grump, of course, but it’s all faintly alienating. Can’t say I’ve ever felt much affinity with glittery unicorns or lurid transvestism.
[ Adjusts cravat, polishes monocle. ]

I do trust that it is a SILK cravat !

[ Adjusts cravat, polishes monocle. ]
Peers into camera . . .

…modern, supposedly gay-affirming imagery tends to involve either the cartoonish and grotesque…or the childishly sentimental…
Where along this spectrum would C-3PO fall?

It’s possible I’m just a grump
You certainly show promise. I’ll spare no effort to drag you down to my level.

I’ll leave this here.
At some point God is going to want his rainbow back
“How long can you tread water?”

White people owning dogs in racist
The author is so insane he would make an ideal understudy for Boris Johnson.

Fetching firewood for humans
He’s gone beyond insanity.
POC deserve to exclusively own dogs as a form of restitution for their stolen ancestor’s work. Supporting the idea of white dog ownership is spitting on the grave of past POC generations.
Eurasians (who first domesticated dogs) were the ancestors of POC?

He’s gone beyond insanity.
Can you blame me for suspecting it was satire for roughly the first 1/3 to 1/2?

“[I]t’s becoming clearer than ever that the conventional language used to describe wine isn’t merely intimidating and opaque. It’s also inextricable from racism and sexism, excluding dimensions of flavor that are unfamiliar to the white, Western cultures that dominate the world of fine wine and reinforcing retrograde notions of gender.”
— Esther Mobley, San Francisco Chronicle
I show I’m an ally by keeping my Night Train in a paper bag of color while I drink it in the parking lot of Walgreens at two in the morning. I think it enhances the subtle overtones of dumpster, especially when paired with cheese in a can.

This seems as good a description of the typical Academic Communist Apologist as any I’ve read:

A Morality Tale
You probably don’t know the name Malcolm Caldwell. I’d like to take a moment of your time to introduce his life story to you for some of the lessons he can teach us. Born in Scotland in 1931, Malcolm Caldwell was a British academic and a prolific Marxist writer. As well as being an academic, he was a leading figure in protest movements across the West during the 60s and 70s and campaigned for developing third world countries.

So far. so ordinary.
But there’s more:

Caldwell was a particular cheerleader of Cambodia’s Khmer Rouge regime. At a time when western Marxists were divided in their support of Russia/China and Vietnam/Cambodia, Caldwell was firmly in the Sino-Cambodian camp and supported Cambodia over Vietnam.
He wrote articles in The Guardian rubbishing claims of genocide in the killing fields. Any deaths were undoubtedly due to American interference and those that were purged were only “arch-Quislings who well knew what their fate would be were they to linger in Cambodia”.

A young man’s wish is granted!:

In December 1978, Caldwell received some great news. He was granted a two-week visit to Cambodia by the Khmer Rouge and would even have an opportunity to meet with Pol Pot himself. He would be the first Briton to be invited to the new reclusive regime…..”He didn’t want to know about problems with the Khmer Rouge,” one of the companions says. “And that carried over to not wanting to know about problems between Cambodia and Vietnam. He was stuck in ’68 or something.”

However, Professor Calwell’s bootlicking of Communist tyranny didn’t do him any good:

That night, as Caldwell and the journalists slept, a group of heavily armed men arrived at the hotel and knocked on Caldwell’s door.
Caldwell was taken outside and shot dead.

The utter refusal to accept material facts and engage in any genuine critical thinking is a quite striking mark of the breed.
Read the whole thread Here.

. . . of fine wine and reinforcing retrograde notions of gender.”
— Esther Mobley, San Francisco Chronicle
Lately the Chron has been getting rather thick with hipsters frantically hoping to fail to notice their irrelevancy . . .

Caldwell was a particular cheerleader of Cambodia’s Khmer Rouge regime.
I did rather like this bit:

Utopia is not under the slightest obligation to produce results: its sole function is to allow its devotees to condemn what exists in the name of what does not.

Sounds about right.

Caldwell was a particular cheerleader of Cambodia’s Khmer Rouge regime.
Note also this passage: “Caldwell’s Guardian obituary eulogised him as ‘an irreplaceable teacher and comrade whose work will undoubtedly suffer the customary fate of being better appreciated after his death.’ “
…demonstrating how enthusiastically the Guardian will embrace any evil so long as it wears the hammer and sickle.

@ WTP
It’s satire. Change my mind.
Enough to change your mind?
“Cayde is a father to two and a lifelong conservationist. When not committing time to the local zoo, Cayde spends his time creating and disseminating educational materials for local schools that help kids understand why protecting animals and LGBTQIA+ rights is so important.”
Cayde -6 does not have a satirical bone in his brain

I’m getting lots of bra adverts on the YouTube app.
Just sayin’.

I’m getting lots of bra adverts on the YouTube app.
Tough sell. 🙂

RIP Mrs. Peel.

It’s all faintly unnerving.
Two possible explanations. Someone in your household has been using your computer to peruse the Frederick’s of Hollywood online catalogue or; The League of Transvestite Gentlemen has launched a cyber attack in revenge for recent anti-flamboyance comments. Either way, not fabulous.

I’m calling Poe’s Law
Ah! The “only POCs can own dogs” man. I suspect this site will be a never-ending source of incredibilty

RIP Mrs. Peel
I remember watching Mrs P coping with karate-chopping Cybernauts, high-voltage spies, and villages in which the population is mysteriously shrinking.
Good times.

Right, tomorrow’s Ephemera has been compiled and should materialise just after midnight.

Exhibit B…from Darleen’s link…
We are always in need of transgender leadership within our world, and what better way than to call upon a fishy friend to keep the alt right in check.
Now tell me THAT ain’t satire. I for one, welcome our new seahorse overlords.

…and hoping to be first to get this in:
diversified with boggles: band name