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North Carolina School District Launches Campaign to ‘Disrupt White Culture,’ Urges Teachers to Subvert White Parents and Families
via Gateway Pundit.
How are these teachers not enemies of our civilization?

Or you could come here

Not sure if it’s been mentioned before, but I’ve been thoroughly enjoying Cobra Kai*. Was more than a little worried going in given the current penchant for wokeraping nostalgia pieces, but was very pleasantly surprised. Only at the end of Season 2 and my inner cynic says there’s always the possibility of it going to pieces in future seasons, but so far it’s been great fun. It’s clearly been written and acted by people who love and respect the source material, not leftistas determined to vivisect it into yet another message piece.
* the Karate Kid characters 30+ years on

thoroughly enjoying Cobra Kai
Yes, my nephew has been enthusing over it. And he didn’t even know there was a Karate Kid film!

The conference began with a “land acknowledgement,” a ritual recognition suggesting that white North Carolinians are colonizers on stolen Native American land.
“Firstly I’d like to take this moment to acknowledge that these magnificent Nike trainers I’m sporting were stolen from the tiny hands of forced Thai child labourers. And this magnificent silk Kente cloth woven for my pleasure by modern day Ghanaian slaves. Oh and the land the school I earn my indecently well paid living in was forcibly taken from murdered red indians. Also the house I spend the inordinate amount of leisure time I enjoy as a teacher is built on the bones of the dead native savages my ancestors ground into cement. Fuck all of those people”

Utopia by Kosta Nikas:
“Jack has just come back to his homeland of Australia after over a decade away in paradise. But after being met at the airport by his brother Frank, Jack discovers that the country has radically changed. Citizens report and fine one another for various civil infractions, using their mobile phones to record and upload offenses to a government app.
Jack is in disbelief as he arrives at Frank’s home with his wife Margaret, and he can’t even believe that swearing is fined and alcohol is banned. There are cameras everywhere, and the only safe place in people’s homes is the bathroom. Unable to adapt or accept the changes, Jack attempts to leave the country — a much harder feat to accomplish than he thought.”

Utopia by Kosta Nikas
That’s ridiculous. No one would put up with that. In Australia? A whole room where you can swear as much as you like??

he can’t even believe that swearing is fined and alcohol is banned
John Spartan, you are fined 300 credits for violations of the Verbal Morality Statutes.
If you want a vision of the future, imagine Demolition Man stomping on a human face – forever.

“If you want a vision of the future, imagine Demolition Man stomping on a human face – forever.”
Despair ensued when I listened to How Did This Get Made? ripping on DM for its politics. They couldn’t see that it was far ahead of its time.
Not that I expect “comedians” to be social critics, yet here we are.

pst – Those are fictional pandemics that presumably justified the totalitarian takeover of San Angeles in Demolition Man. Preposterous premise, I know.

Annoyance: Ingram (the major distributor of books to stores in the United States) has been attracting indie authors through their IngramSpark program. They have a site called Bookshop.org where said indies can display their books in their storefront and sell direct to customers.
I received an email from Elle McKenzie titled “Download Your User Affiliate Guides” which I assumed was a business related matter. Instead, it starts out like this:
Hi, fellow book lovers,
In light of Tuesday’s deplorable anti-Asian violence, I greet you today with a heavy heart. To our Asian American and Pacific Islander community, we at Bookshop.org stand with you in condemning racially-motivated violence and injustices. We see you. We value you. We hold space for you.
May we all continue to do our part in educating ourselves and speaking out loud against racism, injustice, and hate in this ongoing fight for liberation.
Warm regards,
Elle McKenzie (they/them)
Media Affiliate Manager
Then they/them gets around to the business of, you know, helping us sell more books.
Never mind the killings had nothing to do with “anti-Asian violence,” at least from what little I’ve seen, and more with a guy who blamed his “sex addiction” on the existence of massage parlors. Right?
Over the past few months, I cut my media diet severely because exposure to it sends my blood pressure into dangerous territory, and distract me from my objective of making a living.
And then I get this, and am reminded: We will make you care.
Barkeep! Any more of that hump fat laying around?

Over the past few months, I cut my media diet severely because exposure to it sends my blood pressure into dangerous territory, and distract me from my objective of making a living.
And then I get this, and am reminded: We will make you care.
Same here. Related story, I just received an email this afternoon from the U prez about his heavy heart due to racist violence by those evil wypipo, of which he/him is one, against the poor asian people. Or something – I deleted it as soon as I saw it was yet another of Those emails. He sent one out over Saint George Floyd, Saint whoever the drug addled guy was who was drunk in the drive thru, and about the Capitol Hill ruckus, but oddly, nothing on Secoriea Turner. No university-wide email on the asian guy who got beat down and killed by the black kid either.
We will be made to care, selectively, it seems.

Remember the women who accidentally got pregnant to escape service during Gulf War I/II?
I do remember a West Point graduate who tried to be thrown out for insanity during Gulf War I by standing naked in King Khalid Military City.

We see you
It’s like that weird “Jill Biden wore a coat and people felt so seen” headline.
WTF does that even mean? Is “being seen” the highest good now?
As if we needed any more evidence that Western society has essentially become a bunch of twelve-year-old girls forever shouting “look at meee! pay attention to meee!”

this week’s batch of Ephemera should materialise in two and a half hours
Two and a half hours to push through to four pages of comments, people.
Bring on your best NERDZ stories about how your imaginary level 7 blue goblin mage can beat the crap out of random strangers.

Oh yeah?
Well I double DOG dare you!
“NOW it was serious. A double-dog-dare. What else was there but a “triple dare you”? And then, the coup de grace of all dares, the sinister triple-dog-dare.”

Right, I’m off to watch TV and be horizontal. Try not to leave too much wreckage for me to sweep up in the morning.

too much wreckage
[ Holds up jar sinisterly labelled, in felt tip, Pickled “Eggs” ]
Are these things moving?

[ Eyes tube of bar Pringles hungrily ]
You know, I gave up crisps for Lent. God I miss Pringles.
My friend gave up drink though, so I think I got the better deal. Every time I pop a cold one I send her a photo. Her pictures of Waitrose truffle flavoured crisps are a sorry response and like water off a duck’s back.
God I miss Pringles.
Apparently they’re even better cold. I look forward to finding out in 16 days, 1 hour 19 minutes, 37 seconds.
God I miss Pringles.
[ Hey, wait a minute. These aren’t Pringles, are they … just dried potato skins?? ]

Two and a half hours to push through to four pages of comments, people.
Well, I could reminisce about the very odd people I knew back in the 70’s, the Rocky Horror fan who got a penis implant, the hippie who was arrested for breaking into an Air Force base with other anti-Nuke idiots, the Star Trek fan with a fondness for pornographic Kirk/Spock stories, the New Ager who tried to convince me that an utterly uneducated man with an IQ of 85 knew just as much about the universe as, say, a top flight physicist, the sf fan who insisted that FTL spaceflight was entirely feasible because she’d seen it in Star Trek and comic books…

Apparently they’re even better cold.
I find it hard to comprehend “refrigerated Pringles changed my life” unless it was a life previously lived in a Soviet labor camp.

a life previously lived in a Soviet labor camp
Well, according to her own testimonials, she did experience a “crab-flavoured lay” in Russia.

Forget refrigerated Pringles.
You haven’t lived until you’ve tried a little artisanal olive oil, artisanal balsamic vinegar, and a sprinkle of salt, on top of some top-flight vanilla ice cream.
Bumped into this taste treat entirely by accident in a little town (Murphys) in the California Gold Country, about ten years ago.

The Three Shells
There are Things Man Was Not Meant to Know.

Near Murphys, we were staying in my sister’s house. Her husband works at Amazon, in the Kindle group, and is a serious tech geek, so naturally his house is literally infested with Alexa devices of various vintages.
I was in the master bath (can I say that?) and realized I hadn’t seen an Alexa there. so I piped up with “Alexa? wake up.” and sure enough, from under a jumble of my sister’s sink clutter came some blinky lights and a faint voice.
I promptly told it to go back to sleep.

Oh well.
Boing!