Friday Ephemera
Scenes. (h/t, Darleen) || Not without its uses. || When your ‘they-ness’ isn’t noticed. || Amblin’ by. || He does, er, this better than you do. || Assorted bus tickets. (h/t, Things) || Bread bugs. || Restoration of note. (h/t, Elephants Gerald) || Residential Los Angeles, 1940s. || Ring for service. || For sequencing. || Samantha has conditions. || Snowflake generator. || Little helper. || He loves his 28 head-mates. || Mixed messages. || “Your mind should automatically say father.” || “Whiteness is the overarching disease.” || The joys of public transport, part 4,862. || An archive of paper bags, and a plastic bag museum. (h/t, Things) || How far could you throw a ball on the Moon? || And finally, does yours do this?
Oh, and for those that care about such things, I now have a Gettr account.
Not without its uses.
The male version of Sissy Hankshaw.
Snowflake generator.
oooh that would be awesome for avatars on the blog.
The male version of Sissy Hankshaw.
Heh. I was immediately reminded of that novel but could not remember its title or the name of the main character. Not surprising, perhaps, given how incoherent it was.
“The novel was hopelessly dated, and there is not enough peyote in the entire American Southwest to render this movie comprehensible or endurable.”
—a film review
Scenes. (h/t, Darleen)
I was going to post that here if you didn’t, David. Wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cringe in fear that someone was about to get mauled.
“Your mind should automatically say father.”
Replace “father” with “needs anti-psychotic medication”.
The joys of public transport, part 4,862.
This is the world that the left is forcing on us.
given how incoherent it was.
The only thing that could possibly make it worse was a kd lang soundtrack. Oh, there was a kd lang soundtrack. My bad.
Ohio man shot dead by police was celebrating new year by firing rifle into the air: “James Williams was said to be taking part in local tradition of firing celebratory shots when killed by officer in Canton…the gunfire was an annual tradition in their neighborhood, with many neighbors also firing shots.”
All Cultures Are Equal, and don’t you forget that.
The officer should not have shot him without warning, but nonetheless it is arguably the case that the world is better off without such morons.
Note how the Guardian
What’s Inside the Mind of a Chicago Carjacker. All too rarely it’s a police officer’s bullet.
“Your mind should automatically say father.”
Mind says no.
Darleen: “Wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cringe in fear that someone was about to get mauled.”
Someone will, sooner or later!
“Your mind should automatically say father.”
“He is biologically the mother… and while that is true…”
Morning, all.
“He is biologically the mother… and while that is true…”
Apparently, the mother’s beard is very important as a signifier of sex, but the uterus and cervix, from which a child is emerging, somehow aren’t. And we’re told this, quite emphatically, by a man whose drag-act wig is presumably intended to signal his sex, while his own beard doesn’t.
And remember, any confusion is “disrespect” and entirely your fault.
Please update your files and lifestyles accordingly.
Replace “father” with “needs anti-psychotic medication”
I need anti-psychotic medication after seeing that. And I keep the sound muted on these videos.
Mixed messages.
An ages-old phenomenon. I’m sure primitive cave dwellers were asked “Why Ug staring?” by women who’d decided a single rabbit pelt was the look of the day.
In case anyone was wondering: https://twitter.com/BurnsideNotTosh/status/1479084090502656000?s=20
Please update your files and lifestyles accordingly.
It repeats my truth with a grin or else it gets canceled again.
Not without its uses.
Is that real?
Is that real?
I’m pretty sure it is. I believe the condition is called macrodactyly, or local gigantism.
Lol. That.
That.
Just stand there silently and nod, while being lectured on reality.
Please update your files and lifestyles accordingly.
[ Writes ‘become more intolerant’ in 2022. ]
I need anti-psychotic medication after seeing that.
No, no, that rage you are feeling is entirely sane.
How far could you throw a ball on the Moon?
Finally, Pluto once again gets proper recognition.
Video shows how to prepare sushi
And finally, does yours do this?
Getaway car?
And finally, does yours do this?
2002, 3.0CSi, M1, E30 M3, E34 M5, E36 M3, E39 M5, any 3 series up to and including the E46, and now that POS and a 7 series with a 31 inch TV – they started going downhill with all the “SAV” models, but with this crap BMW have completely lost the plot.
Scenes.
*raises hand* I have a question…
*raises hand* I have a question…
Some context here.
but with this crap BMW have completely lost the plot.
How did this happen?
Some context here.
Thanks! 🙂
How did this happen?
Yuppies.
The real downfall started in the early ’90s when yuppies started buying them as status symbols and BMW North America realized they could sell more to yuppies than to gear heads, and things really took a nosedive with the X5 “Sports Activity Vehicle” in 1999 to compete with all the other SUVs that were flooding the market.
Then, like everyone else, they kept adding electronic crap, making them bigger and heavier and more impossible to work on, the newest ones don’t even have a freeking dipstick, and on this side of the pond finding a new one with a proper manual transmission is high adventure. Now, in part because of the silly EU, they too are pushing the sparky car crap.
The old “Freude am Fahren” and “Ultimate Driving Machine” days that appealed to enthusiasts are long gone, I’m afraid.
Pregnant “woman” with a beard: she is doing hormone experiments on the fetus because to have a beard she is dosing hard on testosterone and suppressing female hormones. If you proposed to do that as a doctor (such an experiment) the ethics committee would scream no. It cannot be good for the child.
The lion is obviously not full grown, but it does look like a toddler objecting to being taken out of the store, as some were joking.
Shooting guns in the air: yeah, the bullets come down somewhere and can kill.
The bear: that was a grizzly which can eat people…or just amble by and ignore you. heh.
How to make a tasty mixed drink.
Pregnant “woman” with a beard…
Very much related, a sad tale of a one night stand, “Ash feared his mental health may take a turn for the worse when he discovered the pregnancy…”
The real downfall started in the early ’90s when yuppies started buying them as status symbols and BMW North America realized they could sell more to yuppies than to gear heads…
That makes sense. I do see a lot of young guys driving BMW’s where I used to see far fewer BMW’s at all.
Some of my colleagues in the auto industry refer to the 3 series as ‘BMWs for people who cannot afford a BMW’.
a sad tale of a one night stand
This is my shocked face.
That word is doing a lot of heavy lifting
She’s as deluded about seahorse biology as she is her’s.
I fear for the little girl.
How to make a tasty mixed drink.
She’s doing it all wrong.
[ Gathers crumbs, used teabags, potato masher. ]
She’s doing it all wrong.
So is the narrator. Granted it looks like no bitters came out of that bottle but to say the bitters are irrelevant pretty much crushes your oh-I’m-such-a-hip-mixologist street cred. Well, any cred actually. Though does fit with his “drinking bourbon since he was eight” story.
She’s doing it all wrong.
So is the narrator.
I cringed several times during that *how do we make sure no one ever orders an Old Fashioned again?* demonstration. I mean, would we ever accept that sloshing the drink all over the table stuff from a grizzled 60 y/o male in front of the camera?
And Jim Beam? :::shudder:::
one night stand: When the “man” becomes pregnant, there is obviously a lack of commitment to the delusion of being a man. ie lack of surgery. I notice that the newspaper went along with the “seahorse” BS. Poor kid.
…the 3 series as ‘BMWs for people who cannot afford a BMW’.
On this side of the pond the difference between a fairly vanilla 3 and a 5 is only about $10K, the difference between an “equipped” 3 and a vanilla 5 is about $3K. A 2 in any color other than black or white is pushing $43K.
After that in current models you are in land yacht territory with the 7s that nobody other than dictators of small countries would want to be driven in, or “SAVs” that soccer moms and other assorted yuppie riffraff want.
Now a 3 series as a “BMW for people who can’t afford anything other than a base F-150” – that is getting to be accurate.
Colo(u)r-changing paint has been around for years. A local custom shop called “The Twanky Shop” will paint your vehicle to appear lime green head-on, orange from the side, and blue from behind. It’s a niche market.
or “SAVs” that soccer moms and other assorted yuppie riffraff want.
The sensible thing to do if you wanted more space was to buy the 540i Touring. The wife refused to drive a mini van so we bought the 2000 beast wagon. What a joy to drive. The only downside is we couldn’t get one with a stick like the sedan.
Alas she couldn’t resist the siren call of the SUV and replaced the wagaon with an X5. She soon came to regret it though. It was a piece of crap.
And Jim Beam? :::shudder:::
Heh. More of a Tennessee Whiskey guy myself but yeah. JB seems a bit downscale given how wide the bourbon market is now. Though I make the wife’s Manhattans with Southern Comfort. More out of tradition than taste.
As for bitters, I’ve been using black walnut bitters. Maybe it’s just because it’s a different taste but wife likes it better.
More of a Tennessee Whiskey guy myself but yeah. JB seems a bit downscale given how wide the bourbon market is now.
No point in going to the top shelf if you’re going to mix it with sweet vermouth.
The sensible thing to do if you wanted more space was to buy the 540i Touring.
Absolutely, particularly the E34s. The problem in the US&A getting any Touring model is, and always has been, a bit of an adventure with the exception of the E34s (basically 92-95) and E39s (98-2005), unless you could get a gray market one from Europe.
BMWUSA has been busy pushing the loaded “SAVs”, which is a shame because there are many EU versions without all the crap.
getting any Touring model is, and always has been, a bit of an adventure
We were lucky. The guy who owned the dealership had one as his everyday drive so was motivated to know how to get them. Still we had to order ours. It was manufactured in Germany and shipped. Coincidentally, my wife and I were in Germany and toured the plant where it was manufactured around the time it would have been assembled.
I bought a 2002 325Ci Cabriolet new and still have it. It’s just shy of 100,000 miles on the odometer. I like it because I can do most of the work on it myself.
No point in going to the top shelf if you’re going to mix it with sweet vermouth.
While still in my thirties I finally had an epiphany and realized that life is too short to drink cheap booze. Even if you are going to {shudder} mix it.
My everyday (ahem) bourbon is usually Woodford and my everyday (ahem) rum is El Dorado 12.
Yes, brown spirits matter.
No point in going to the top shelf if you’re going to mix it with sweet vermouth.
True. A rule I generally apply to tequila and margaritas. For myself, I mostly drink whiskey, be it Tennessee or the Irish Wine variety, neat. Vodka martini with just a slice of lemon, or sometimes half vodka, half gin with a whisp of vermouth. I rarely make a sweet drink for myself unless it’s a Manhattan in honor of my mother on a special day or we’re out for the evening and the restaurant is known for its cocktails. Though with the pandemic, I have grown fond of the Gin & Tonic with a splash of Amaretto, especially on a hot day.
A local custom shop called “The Twanky Shop” will paint your vehicle to appear lime green head-on, orange from the side, and blue from behind.
I have enough problem finding my car in the car park, without having to consider what direction I’m coming at it from.
my everyday (ahem) rum is El Dorado 12.
A great drink. I will buy a bottle from time-to-time. I’m also fond of Appleton 12 Year Old Rare Casks and Mount Gay XO.
No point in going to the top shelf if you’re going to mix it with sweet vermouth
None of that in an Old Fashioned. It’s my husband’s favorite cocktail – he uses either Maker’s Mark or Bulleit Bourbon or Bulleit Rye Whiskey and makes it the way it should. Sugar cube muddled with a little water and Angostura bitters > bourbon or rye, a squeeze of fresh orange juice, a luxardo maraschino cherry (yes, an indulgence, but it leaves the weird-artificial-red maraschinos in the dust), ice and twist of orange.
Personal taste, I like it better with the rye. Just a very nice sipping cocktail.
I have grown fond of the Gin & Tonic with a splash of Amaretto,
G&T’s are my fave hot weather cocktail but I confess I haven’t tried it with Amaretto. Thanks for the suggestion, WTP.
I tend to either red wine or the occasional dry gin martini (2 garlic-stuffed olives).
Wise Black Woman thinks that there is no such thing as “unskilled labor” and that the term was invented to justify enslavement of black people.
She must be really, really smart if she cannot see ditch-digging as skilled labor. #WeWazKangs
Ronnie Barker: The Ministry of Equality
This could not be broadcast today. How long until the Two Ronnies are purged from video streaming services? DVD’s would be good, but it seems that USA-region versions are not available.
“unskilled labor”: At my local supermarket, they have several retarded individuals (mostly male) who bag groceries and retrieve shopping carts. I doubt they can stock the shelves. Does this woman think a job like this should pay big bucks? It is of course not necessary to go to college to be skilled at something. Many rock stars didn’t even study music and are rich. Lots of skilled laborers learned on the job. But if you don’t bother getting some kind of skill, you are “unskilled” and can be a negative on a job.
The real downfall started in the early ’90s…
By the mid-00s the BMW-driving “thirty-thousandaire” was a well-known phenomenon. I unwittingly had an encounter with one in ‘00 at the tender age of twenty, when a doughy thirty-something sideswiped my 1967 Newport as I was beginning a leisurely left turn into my parents’ driveway. In the split second as he roared into my driver’s side fender and beyond I caught a brief glimpse of a pretty young thing in the passenger seat, wearing what appeared to be a fur coat. When the cop showed up and spoke to me he happened to let drop that the girl was from Manville, a nearby town best known for two things: a population that was almost entirely either white working class or white trash, and a popular strip club.
I received a several-thousand dollar repair bill in the mail a few weeks later. Though it very shortly went into the trash, I did first glance at it just long enough to note that the would-be sugar daddy did not actually own the BMW he had chosen to mangle against my ~$500/ton daily driver.
Some context here.
I’m rather taken with the concept of ‘a joke galore’, I suppose it could just go back to a sub-editor error but maybe it’s Hinglish (Hindi-English)?
“unskilled labor”: At my local supermarket, they have several retarded individuals (mostly male) who bag groceries and retrieve shopping carts. I doubt they can stock the shelves…
Yes, theirs is a tragic situation, and although it’s great that they can have jobs to feel proud of I have heard (unconfirmed) that the supermarkets can afford to employ them only because there are subsidies to compensate for their low productivity.
…Does this woman think a job like this should pay big bucks?
I think she is desperately searching for an escape from certain painful facts:
the would-be sugar daddy did not actually own the BMW he had chosen to mangle
Of course.
A wise Latina Woman
I believe it is telling that, in the little exposure I have had with the Champions of
UnskilledLabor, they have consistently lumped semi-skilled and even sometimes skilled occupations in with those that require little more than a pulse and one arm.Suffice to say that I have my reservations regarding how much experience these creatures possess in either being honest in their arguments or in actually doing anything.
…they have several retarded individuals…
When we were young a buddy of mine spent some time working as one of the guys hanging onto the backs of recycling trucks. He once noted to me that at the recycling center they serviced every person employed to sort their daily catch was mentally retarded. Every. Single. One. He expressed the opinion that recycling was but a scheme to take in cash creating useless jobs for retards and the managers of retards.
creating useless jobs for retards and the managers of retards.
As someone responsible for managing people for a good part of my working life, I can say there is a very thin line of difference between managing highly intelligent people and retards. 😉
He once noted to me that at the recycling center they serviced every person employed to sort their daily catch was mentally retarded.
Also sort of true of garbage pickup services? we had several months of problems with our garbage pickup when the dumpsters (skips in the UK) had to be moved while the alley was repaved. Simple instructions, but not understood. It was very frustrating to deal with but depressing to think about the problems faced by low-IQ people.
When your ‘they-ness’ isn’t noticed. || Amblin’ by.
ISWYDT. I’m trying to decide which bear I’d rather wake up next to. One gets the feeling that “most recent bath” would be a toss-up.
Restoration of note.
I’ve been a fan of Julian’s for quite some time now. (Don’t remember if it’s from a previous link from here or if I found him through other channels.) He’s very good at his work, and he has the best late-night NPR voice I think I’ve ever heard. Really excellent way to unwind at the end of a stressful day.
In related news, Discovery channel picked up the U.S. rights to Repair Shop. I’m pretty sure I want to be Steve Fletcher when I grow up…
Argh. I mangled that comment a bit. And I should have added that our board president learned from all her local contacts that all the trash pickup services were about the same level of quality. None were good.
there is a very thin line of difference between managing highly intelligent people and retards. 😉
Heh.
By the mid-00s the BMW-driving “thirty-thousandaire” was a well-known phenomenon.
Much to the chagrin of those of us who have been driving them since they were so rare that if you saw another you would trade the headlight flash salute with the other driver.
In related news, Discovery channel picked up the U.S. rights to Repair Shop. I’m pretty sure I want to be Steve Fletcher when I grow up…
Dom, the metals repairer, has his own utube channel. It is occasionally very good. Lately, having acquired the rights to a defunct wartime manufacturer of metal working machinery, he has succeeded in recreating the machinery from nearly scratch and hopefully returning the brand to life.
there is a very thin line of difference between managing highly intelligent people and retards.
At least with the latter you get happier, more willingness to listen and more grateful people to deal with.
|| Snowflake generator. ||
Have you seen the YouTube with the snowflake scientist? The good professor gives off amazingly good vibes. I wish I could show that kind of pleasure in my work.
Ronnie Barker: The Ministry of Equality
The full version may be found here for your amusement:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=js5-OsdvqTY
The full version may be found here for your amusement
Thank you kindly.
After fruitlessly searching for Region 1 versions of various UK videos, I’m thinking that maybe it is finally time to buy a region-free DVD player. Are there any need-to-knows that I should be aware of?
I’d forgotten that Touré even existed.
Yeah.
The late Jerry Pournelle (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jerry_Pournelle despite that such a link will eventually provide shit even though it doesn’t have horrible information at the moment) had talked about circuit board inspectors in one of his Chaos Manor postings. Since the circuit boards that needed to be inspected had complex logic behind their designs, the company running the QC effort thought that they needed really smart people to do that work. Making circuit boards requires some smart human input, but inspecting them does not. Those smart inspectors quit in droves.
That company eventually realized that inspecting circuit boards were (a) something well within Down’s syndrome humans (they are human, you know) abilities, (b) something said Down’s syndrome humans would find interesting, and (c) something that said Down’s syndrome humans would believe to be worthy and valuable since the company found it valuable.
There have been actresses and actors with Down’s syndrome; that might be more a comment about a majority of actors and actresses abilities than not.
(Despite what some of my posts here could imply, I am not someone who has Down’s syndrome.)
I’ll point out that our current AIs are able to inspect circuit boards equal to the quality control of Down’s syndrome humans in the early 2000’s (which is when I read his blog). One might think about that.
“90s when yuppies started buying them”
*recalls 320i and 2002*
“Ah, the Bavarians. So meticulous…”
The 80s called…
@anon a mouse:
When I was stationed in Erlangen, FRG (aka BRD, aka West Germany) back in the early 1980s, I would drive around playing a specific track from Joe’s Garage which contained the lyrics of stick it out. You might not to wish to click that link at work; I certainly would not.
ISWYDT. I’m trying to decide which bear I’d rather wake up next to.
And our multiply pierced bender of gender (“artist/parent/gamer”) doesn’t seem to register the presumption, the self-absorption, of having a selection of contradictory pronoun options, which apparently change depending on mood – and which other people are supposed to care about and memorise, and use in some preferred ratio, while somehow fathoming which mood, and therefore which pronoun, is expected.
As if the effort, the gratuitous hoop-jumping, would be a trade-off worth making.
Well this is certainly a curious development.
Well this is certainly a curious development.
That sound you hear is the plot thickening.
That sound you hear is the plot thickening.
Surely that sound you hear is the plop quickening? Because no one shits quicker than a quick-shit shitter…
a specific track from Joe’s Garage which contained the lyrics of stick it out
😝
Linguistic trivia: “hurensohn” translates literally as “son of a whore”, although Google Translate returns “son of a bitch”.
“On Friday night, Twitter issued a suspension on Walsh’s account after he made a series of tweets about recognizing biological realities over “gender identity.””
https://thepostmillennial.com/twitter-suspends-daily-wires-matt-walsh
Nit-pick: “The personal is political” was a slogan of sixties Communists, not fascists.
NPR interviews racist black sociology professor who tells us that “fatphobia” was invented by white racists for the purpose of anointing Europeans as superior to all others:
“Sabrina Strings is a professor of sociology at the University of California, Irvine, and author of the book “Fearing The Black Body: The Racial Origins Of Fat Phobia.” Her extensive research shows that the fat phobia so prevalent in today’s society was largely a product of two elements working together to anoint Europeans as superior to all others – the slave trade and the spread of Protestantism, which in the 18th century, regarded fatness as a crisis of Christian impropriety.”
On even-numbered days white leftists and black racists will tell us that “fat-phobia” is racist.
On odd-numbered days they will tell us that the dire health consequences of obesity are due to racism.
We have reached the point where research is a euphemism for “anything a leftist pulls out of her ass”.
Note also how frequently “fearing the black body” occurs in contemporary black racist rhetoric. Nobody “fears” black bodies, although many do fear black lawlessness and worry about black bigotry. (And look with distaste at grossly obese people of all colors.) I think this talk about “fear” is a compensation for inferior accomplishments.
“On even-numbered days”
So – on which number day am I allowed to buy gas for my 2002?
(Yeah, I’m that old. So there)
The fatphobia thing is hilarious. First off: it is not a phobia. No one is afraid of fat people–you can outrun them easily. Second: a university should be ashamed to give a prof credit for such a pile of manure as her book. Third: there are in fact pretty severe health consequences to being obese, whatever your color. Fourth: she is herself presuming that black people are unable to control their weight. No agency, no willpower. And yet it is somehow due to systemic racism? huh
Matt Walsh suspension: He is not urging people to kill trans folk, just pointing out reality. You will conform.
And of course, the “reporter” profiling the health-phobic professor writes “Her extensive research shows” as if a) “fat phobia” is a real thing, and b) the slave trade’s relationship to “fat phobia” is a real thing, and c) Protestantism’s link to “fat phobia” is proven.
Better to write “claims.” In fact, if I was in charge of a newspaper, I would mandate that any quote from a politician would not be prefaced with “said,” but “claimed” as a warning to the reader that bullshit is about to be served. And that would go for most academics as well.
(Yeah, I’m that old. So there)
Me too, and it is only a rumor that out of state students from the same home state but with odd and even plates might have swapped plates, not that a 2002 uses that much gas.
“not that a 2002 uses that much gas.”
*hands a fiver to guy. “fill ‘er up”*
fat phobia … slave trade
I sometimes absentmindedly go to the Sports Illustrated website with the vestigial expectation of having some guy time reading about guy stuff in a guy magazine, only to be reminded that SI has been about race for a long time now, and in the past 2-3 years it’s been all about black women. The swimsuit picture that’s on the front page without any rotation during that time features the tumbling-over-her-costume flesh of a large black woman. Does an SI editor seriously think she’s Christie Brinkley or Elle Macpherson – of course not, it’s territory marking, or a white flag.
The minoritarian principle is that white people aren’t allowed to have their own institutions – not a sports magazine, not a mathematics profession, not a country – without making it all about nonwhites. White women had a perfectly good institution going of intrasexual and intraracial contention about the ideal figure, the bikini body, dieting, etc – a sophisticated discussion where women could wear beach clothes while deploring the pressure of having to wear beach clothes – but black women can’t even let white women have that fun without making black women the center of attention.
Fourth: she is herself presuming that black people are unable to control their weight. No agency, no willpower.
Not to mention their sexual behavior, as she also mentions that blacks have higher rates of STD’s. But she condemns all such discussion of such differences as proof of racism. So fatness and sexual promiscuity are good things which blacks should be proud of, but at the same time their consequences (disease and premature death) are to be blamed on racism.
These people really are, morally speaking, monsters.
Theodore Dalrymple on Maoist Thought in Medical School:
“By accident of birth, we are racist (if we are white), no matter what we do or whatever position we occupy; by accident of birth, we are victims of racism (if we are non-white) whatever we do or whatever position we occupy. So change is both necessary and impossible, a perfect recipe for permanent political agitation, guilt on the part of whites, and resentment on the part of non-whites.
…
We come now to the Maoism. Who are the Guiding Coalition? They are chosen by the great helmsmen (the authors).
…
It isn’t difficult for them to find racism, of course, because it’s everywhere; by definition, it’s present wherever and whenever it is perceived, by whomsoever it is perceived. A person accused of racism is guilty of racism by virtue of having been accused of it: There can be no such thing as misunderstanding, let alone malice, by accusers.”
Read the whole thing.
…a sophisticated discussion where women could wear beach clothes while deploring the pressure of having to wear beach clothes…
In my experience the vast majority of the shaming that is allegedly thrust onto females by The Patriarchy is in reality carried out by hens squabbling amongst themselves to create a pecking order more to their own advantage. Even in the linked article we see the authoress, while letting a brand she wears slide for catering to her own body type, cluck on about their lack of ham-fisted racial equity in advertising – right-on signaling of her own status as an Enlightened One.
Woman convicted of felony for secretly replacing roommate’s food with vegan alternatives: Caveat: The source of this story is reddit/AITA, so it could be a hoax. Regardless, that sort of conduct should be treated as a serious crime. Remember the dopers who would secretly give pot brownies to unsuspecting “friends”? Or even LSD? Get someone drunk on beverages so highly sweetened as to conceal the alcohol?
“…They all laughed when Edison recorded sound —
Ha, ha, ha! Who’s got the last laugh now?
Another hot mess of politicized dysfunction.