He Just Wouldn’t Stop Banging On
Those of you who keep track of these things will know that today is this blog’s fifteenth birthday. I started doing… this, whatever it is, on the same day that the original iPhone was announced, back when the Blackberry Curve was a desirable thing, and 200 million people had a MySpace account. After close to sixteen million pageviews, it seems I’ve joined the ranks of the Old Guard, at least as measured in internet years. Happily, I have moisturiser.
During those fifteen years, we’ve chewed on many topics, from Laurie Penny’s lifestyle advice for terribly radical leftwing women, and the assorted lamentations of that same demographic, to the London riots of 2011, and the Guardian’s oddly selective agitation about litter inequality. We also marvelled at Melissa Fabello’s somewhat neurotic guide to interracial dating, witnessed the mental contortions of the scrupulously woke, and pondered the claim, by a Marxist academic, that conscientious parents reading to their own children are causing “unfair advantage” and are therefore an affront to “social justice.” Oh, and then there was that time when two dozen leftist artists sailed to the Arctic, at taxpayer expense, bent on saving the world with their fearless, selfless creativity.
All of which is, of course, a tissue-thin pretext to remind patrons that this rickety barge, on whose seating your arses rest, is kept afloat by the kindness of strangers. If you’d like to help it remain buoyant a while longer, and remain ad-free, there are buttons in the sidebar with which to monetise any love. Debit and credit cards are accepted. For those wishing to express their love regularly, there’s a monthly subscription option. And if one-click haste is called for, my PayPal.Me page can be found here. Additionally, any Amazon UK shopping done via this link, or for Amazon US via this link, results in a small fee for your host at no extra cost to you.
For newcomers wishing to know more about what’s been going on here for the last decade and a half, in over 3,000 posts and 130,000 comments, the reheated series is a pretty good place to start – in particular, the end-of-year summaries, which convey the fullest flavour of what it is we do. A sort of blog concentrate. If you like what you find there… well, there’s lots more of that. If you can, do take a moment to poke through the discussion threads too. The posts are intended as starting points, not full stops, and the comments are where much of the good stuff is waiting to be found. And do please join in.
Oh, and for those that don’t know, I now have a Gettr account.
As always, thanks for the support, the comments, and the company. Now share ye links and bicker.
“astronauxes” snort!
I agree.
I disagree.
C’mon, man! The popcorn is getting stale.
I disagree.
[ Fetches bubble-wrap for breakables. ]
I disagree.
Fight! Fight! Fight!
I disagree.
I’m glad I’m out of all that now. And just in time to avoid the DEI/DIE/CRT madness.
Fight! Fight! Fight!
The sign in the window next door promises oil wrestling.
I’ll even offer to referee. But I want a good, clean fight. No thumbing, no eye gouging, no kidney punches or punches below the belt line. And anyone pulling a foreign object out of their shorts is immediately disqualified.
I’ll even offer to referee.
[ Rummages under bar for rolodex. Looks up number for Darius and Bruno. ]
And anyone pulling a foreign object out of their shorts is immediately disqualified.
[ Peers over spectacles. ]
[ Peers over spectacles. ]
Hey, it was a somewhat common thing on Championship Wrestling from Florida. At least if Gordon Solie could be believed.
More of the great Gordon Solie.