We Seem To Be Experiencing Technical Problems

does this establishment offer charitable sustenance to itinerant and indigent posters ?
[ From stock room, muffled laughter. ]

“These people are not sane.”
I always try to avoid casting aspersions on the sanity of people I disagree with politically, but some of these bozos make it really difficult. If you’d photoshopped something like that two years ago, nobody would have known what the hell you were smoking. Yet here we are.
The last two years remind me of nothing so much as the Brass Eye “Paedogeddon” special. It’s more uncomfortable to watch today than it was twenty years ago, given some of the things we’ve learned since (not that it was ever easy; it received a record number of complaints to the BBC as it sailed majestically over the heads of the viewing public), but it still makes the point. It’s not hard to imagine Kate Brown talking “nonce sense” on that show, or in the earlier sketch, warning of the dangers of “Cake”.
Yes, there’s a problem here. But people are being whipped up into an unthinking mob mentality over it, and that’s not the way to deal sensibly with anything.
“itinerant and indigent posters”
Is there any other kind round these parts?

a performance of toe-curling, backbone-dissolving, nuts-shrivelling self-abasement.
I’m struggling to comprehend what the supposed problem was, and how anyone might be “hurt or affected” – indeed “damaged” – by it. Details that, curiously, neither the press release nor the subsequent article provide.

Statement released by Irish band Girl Band (no- me neither)
Will the Violent Femmes also be reassessing their name?

And here’s me… down to my last wafer… does this establishment offer charitable sustenance to itinerant and indigent posters ?
Here, have the packet, Oliver Twist, still half full.

A prescient Walt Kelly from 1958

Uma: Well, it was 1958…

Here, have the packet, Oliver Twist, still half full.
‘Ere, Fagin, you can’t fool me. It’s actually half empty !
Uncle Xi says no social credit points for you.

Will the Violent Femmes also be reassessing their name?
Gordon Gano of VF is a notoriously banal and predictably boring by the book lefty. Some feministas should read his lyrics to Add It Up to him and ask him if he finds them “problematic.”

Gordon Gano of VF is a notoriously banal and predictably boring by the book lefty.
Is there a string in his back that you can pull to hear him recite Marxist cliches?
I confess that I know almost nothing about the band. I only remember the name became because my Wisconsin and Illinois liberal friends from long ago talked about it a lot.

I was impressed with how the cabbie locked the bomber in his cab.

Good to see NY has all their real problems sorted.

To a transgender individual, being confronted with their dead name is extremely distressing and traumatic.

It seems to me that, insofar as being reminded of one’s “dead name” may be upsetting to some trans individuals, this is largely because it undermines the pretence that’s being indulged in. And if any acknowledgement of reality, even a name on a utility bill, can result in trauma – as opposed to, say, mild irritation – then the problem may not be the name printed on a utility bill.

Good Lord, microcontamination from microplastics on microstickers.
I am microalarmed.

“Is there a string in his back that you can pull to hear him recite Marxist cliches?”
More or less. It’s the typical tripe you hear from the likes of David Cross, Alec “Six Shooter” Baldwin, Vincent “Private Pyle” Donofrio, et al — wholly unoriginal, banal, predictable tropes about “Republicans are fascists” etc.
“I confess that I know almost nothing about the band.”
Their first, self-titled album is quite original and good but they never measured up to it. They scored some royalties later when songs from the album landed on sountracks to shows like How I Met Your Mother. If you showed your average lame-o proggy feminist type the lyrics to the song “Add It Up” they’d have a conniption fit.

The perfect thing for your next holiday, David.
Hey, it’s Dyna Moe! I commissioned a piece from her for my lovely bride, back when she was doing her Hipster Animals and Man Men stuff. Small world!

It seems to me, too, that,

insofar as being reminded of one’s “dead name” may be upsetting to some trans individuals, this is largely because it undermines the pretence that’s being indulged in.

That.
And

if any acknowledgement of reality, even a name on a utility bill, can result in trauma – as opposed to, say, mild irritation – then the problem may not be the name printed on a utility bill.

That too.
And feu de mort, what they call trauma is just what we used to call hissy fit. Almost never not faked.

That.
Well, in much the same way, when someone has a meltdown or fit of depression because they’ve seen a spider in the bathroom, the real problem isn’t likely to be the spider. Likewise, if a trans man, i.e., a biological woman, finds it “very traumatic” to have a period, which tends to happen to women as a matter of routine, then the problem may not be the period.

Macroidiots
Well, yes. Their premise seems to be that we can live without producing garbage or that garbage will magically disappear or we can make our garbage somebody else’s problem.
Landfills bad. Okay, let’s burn it. No carbon bad. Okay, let’s ship it to Asia, where, of course, they promptly burn it or dump it into the ocean.
How much carbon is released when stupid burns?

I poked and stroked ’til my wrist got numb, but I still didn’t hear no Dinah Moe Hum.
[ Narrows eyebrows ]
Keep it clean: This is a family establishment.
[ Looks around ]
On second thought…

what they call trauma is just what we used to call hissy fit. Almost never not faked
As I’ve pointed out before, for the vast majority of sexual dysmorphics the dysmorphia is a self-destructive coping mechanism for childhood trauma so severe that they’re at high risk of suicide.
Interfere with the coping mechanism and you’re indirectly threatening their life, because the coping mechanism is the only thing staving off their suicidal ideation.
So no, it’s not “almost never not faked”. Presuming that the severely mentally ill are having you on for some kind of lark isn’t a helpful way of looking at this issue; it also plays into the hands of the people using the severely mentally ill as levers to disrupt society. “Ooh, they’re just faking for attention” isn’t a good look when you examine the suicide rates. Heathers was a work of fiction: people don’t actually commit suicide for attention.

If anyone’s getting aroused by this thread, I’m summoning a constable.
Everything’s out of control
We can dance, we can dance
They’re doing it from pole to pole
We can dance, we can dance
Everybody look at your hands

Daniel Ream: Agreed. We must distinguish between the crazy people and the sane people who use them for evil purposes.

By the way, now that I’ve finished Midnight Mass, any suggestions for late-evening viewing would be welcome.

any suggestions for late-evening viewing would be welcome.
Prometheus?
*ducks*

The Bureau. I binge*-watched the first series of this French TV spy saga a couple weeks ago. Best thing of its kind since Alec Guinness in Tinker Tailor.
[ *If you can call ten episodes in five nights a binge. ]