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Christopher Rufo on when the Philadelphia School District encouraged teachers to brush up on transgender “wellness”:
Chase Ross, a transgender activist and YouTuber, hosted a series of sessions on “packers,” “masturbation sleeves,” and “prosthetics for sex,” demonstrating various devices from his collection of more than 500 genital prosthetics. “I have tried and touched many dicks, right—prosthetics, real dicks, all dicks. This is one of the most realistic feeling in terms of like the inside of a penis,” he said during one demonstration. “It’s a big boy, this is, like, gigantic.”
Apparently, you can’t teach English or chemistry to any pupils who may think themselves transgender unless you know everything there is to know about puppy fetishes, polyamory, and “artificial ejaculation devices.”
If your own knowledge of such things is insufficiently comprehensive, Mr Rufo has several educational videos from the conference.
Perhaps tomorrow I will thumb my nose at Farnsworth by ordering a large bacon-cheddar-spinach omelet.
Tomorrow I will raise a two fingered salute in return by ordering a sausage, cheese, and egg biscuit (real ‘Merkan, not a cookie) and throwing the egg onto the street where it will be repeatedly driven over. Altogether far too good a fate for the Devil’s Detrius.
“We trust you to develop our children academically. And leave the rest to us.”
Although it has been a very long time since I’ve ordered sausage biscuits…)
Good grief, I must have been getting sleepy without realizing it. I meant biscuits with sausage gravy at the local restaurant. It would be silly to be nostalgic for a McDonalds sausage biscuit.
sausage biscuit
I recognise the words, but not in that order. What is this heathenry of which you speak?
I recognise the words, but not in that order. What is this heathenry of which you speak?
A McDonalds “breakfast sandwich”: Sausage and egg on a (American) biscuit. It’s not exactly great cooking, but it’s cheap and quickly made. An acceptable alternative when there is no time to cook breakfast or even to wait for the restaurant across the street to make a delicious bacon-and-egg panini.
I meant biscuits with sausage gravy…
After a moment, I realized that’s what you must have meant. Any other interpretation would have been inconceivable.
Dagnabit, now y’all got me hankerin’ fer a road trip south.
“Forget it, Jake. It’s Portland.”
Cheese. You forgot the cheese. Eggamuffin is the one remaining thing I will hit McD’s for. That and the coffee. Good on-the-road breakfast, available at decent quality virtually everywhere. For a short while there they were experimenting with double sausage. Everything else they do is crap. Idiot Bloomberg and his saturated fats, or whatever, dictatorial mandate ruined their french fries for not just NYC but apparently the rest of us 20 years ago. If I need to grab a lunch on the road, Hardy’s has been pretty good. Otherwise I don’t do fast food. I apparently don’t even know how to anymore. Last time I went inside a McD’s they had some sort of malfunctioning computer interface that you had to be a regular customer to understand. Then instead of just handing you the food…you know, like…fast food…they gave me a number and brought the food to my table.
Sausage and egg on a (American) biscuit.
An American ‘biscuit’ looks like a… scone…?
What is this heathenry of which you speak?
The true breakfast of the gods. A genuine made from scratch biscuit, preferably buttermilk, cut in half, and with a sausage patty in the middle. Cheese is optional, eggs are right out. Only a truly starving person would get one from Micky D’s.
The other is biscuits and gravy – not “biscuits with sausage gravy” – damn yankees – one or more of the afore mentioned biscuits cut in half and covered in white gravy containing chunks of ground sausage.
Similar to your beans on toast, only edible.
one or more of the afore mentioned biscuits cut in half and covered in white gravy containing chunks of ground sausage.
Well, this is outrageous.
Prepare my galleons.
An American ‘biscuit’ looks like a… scone…?
Looks can be deceiving.
Scone:
American Biscuit (BIRM), as the gods intended:
An American ‘biscuit’ looks like a… scone…?
Sort of, I suppose, but it’s been a long time since I’ve eaten a scone. But I do remember that scones are denser than American biscuits.
Sort of, I suppose, but it’s been a long time since I’ve eaten a scone.
The situation grows more dire by the minute. We must take food parcels to the colonies.
Bring cabbage. And Marmite.
Well, this is outrageous.
This, from a man who thinks baked beans and blood pudding make a breakfast better. [ French ancestry causes nose to reflexively lift 12 millimeters in sneer. ]
…white gravy…
Great googly moogly, white gravy, country gravy – I suppose “white gravy” is yet another thing misnamed in the old world, probably made with pureed jellied eels and clotted cream.
Speaking of that progressive utopia, Portland:
Onwards, comrades!
Only a truly starving person would get one from Micky D’s.
Or you know, regular people doing regular things in a normal life who haven’t time nor patience for the prissies of the world who cannot suffer being seen engaging in regular, normal tastes, not even when life necessitates mere convenience over quality because…well…we got other stuff to do.
Relevant or not, as we will head back up to north GA from central FL this weekend, my wife mentioned to our doctor yesterday about it. He apparently spends some free time in Dehlonega, which is in the same general direction and was complaining of the traffic, which is often indeed quite horrible despite recent “improvements”, going through Atlanta. My wife questioned going through Atlanta. It was apparently beyond his comprehension that one could get off of I-75 and take back roads. I’ve used US 441 when necessary. It’s right there on the map.
Or you know, regular people doing regular things in a normal life who haven’t time nor patience for the prissies of the world who cannot suffer being seen engaging in regular, normal tastes, not even when life necessitates mere convenience over quality because…well…we got other stuff to do.
I can’t believe how prissy we are here in East Weevil stopping for a gas station/convenience store version, made on site from scratch, instead of a microwaved Micky D’s.
Of course you are right, the gas station/convenience stores are not nearly as convenient, what with having to make reservations, putting on a top hat and tails to get in, the sommelier suggesting what vino cardboardo would pair best, and so on. Honestly, a simple one course meal of sausage biscuit and hash browns could take hours.
Meanwhile in Australia, congrats to this fetching new champion!
Grow you hair and use a female name, I guess.
I can’t believe how prissy we are
Sometimes five or ten minutes can make a big difference: I got carryout breakfast sandwiches when I had overslept and would eat at my desk: At McDonalds I could get a sausage biscuit with egg just a minute after placing my order. When I had ten minutes to spare I would get a made-from-scratch panini from the restaurant across the street from the McDonalds. Also: When I am on the road and unfamiliar with the quality of local restaurants, a chain like McDonalds is pretty reliably consistent from one restaurant to another.
I can’t believe how prissy we are here in East Weevil stopping for a gas station/convenience store version, made on site from scratch, instead of a microwaved Micky D’s
Well gosh that IS helpful. I will in the future make sure all my trips make an early morning pass through East Weevil. Totally blows my point out of the water. I am humbled by your superior logic and geographical preferences.
Meanwhile, Da Beast. Got one of these in East Weevil?
This “authentic food” disputation is supposed to be all in fun, right?
I don’t really care if people dislike eggs, or like baked beans on toast. And in spite of jokes about Perfidious France, I would own a second home there if I could afford it. (Or in the English countryside.)
Otherwise I don’t do fast food.
I don’t do the national fast food chains, either. But after we move out from SoCal next year, I am going to miss some of the small, family-run taco joints.
Awoke from a cryogenic sleep to find myself in the middle of the breakfast sandwich wars. David, please tell me there’ll be a Phryday Ephemera.
Sometimes five or ten minutes can make a big difference…
IOW, about the same time it takes at a gas station/convenience store, maybe a few minutes more if you get gas, an item I’ve not seen at a Micky D’s (which here in East Weevil the only is a PITA to get to if one were mad enough to go there), though there are gas station/convenience store with other fast food franchises.
Well gosh that IS helpful. I will in the future make sure all my trips make an early morning pass through East Weevil.
I know, right, because the only place that sells freshly cooked food at gas station/convenience stores is in East Weevil.
We’ll be happy to help you find the best if you want to detour, the second best are at the Inland stations, and we all know there are none of those in Florida or Georgia.
Of course if don’t like and them and choose to use I75 for your house commutes, there is a Buckees north of Cartersville, one in Warner Robbins, one each in St. Augustine, and Daytona Beach. I’d be willing to bet there are plenty of other places too, but if you are too prissy to eat gas station food and like microwaved biscuits, knock yourself out.
OTOH, I am still more than little amused by a guy who thinks my preferring gas station fast food is snobbier than liking McDonalds.
Got one of these in East Weevil?
No, OTOH we don’t have a Charlie Crist, Nikki Fried, or Stacy Abrams, so we got that going for us, which is nice
Awoke from a cryogenic sleep to find myself in the middle of the breakfast sandwich wars. David, please tell me there’ll be a Phryday Ephemera.
Rest easy, my son. There is.
vino cardboardo
Is that copyrighted? Asking for a friend who can’t seem to orepate his kyeboard at the moment.
Is that copyrighted?
No, no, feel free to use, also Vino Collapso AKA Vino Plastico (after the plastic bag inside, of course).
Meanwhile in Wichita…
I know, right, because the only place that sells freshly cooked food at gas station/convenience stores is in East Weevil.
Sigh…so that’s the way it’s just gonna be. See, smart people. Smaaaaaaaart. Just like my doctor who cannot understand how to get through Atlanta without using I-75. But kinda mirrored logic. Yes. East Weevil. When I am leaving Turnipcart, AL or Frogcrotch, MI I will most assuredly consult Yelp or maybe just stand on a corner and yelp to find out where in the local area I can go that has a quick drive-through with good coffee (oddly, I find people lie about this item a good bit…not sure why) and an decent egg sandwich easily consumed while driving (oh, noes!!! the danger!!!). This really, really isn’t hard to understand and admittedly silly to argue about. But this right here is a big symptom of the Thing. Doctors, Lawyers, and Indian Chiefs just refuse to take the ‘L’ even when it’s bloody obvious 1) you’re wrong in regard to situations other than those with which you are most familiar, 2) and yet you persist, 3) it’s silly, 4) I forget 4. Probably something about baby formula. Everything is about baby formula these days. Or Ukraine.
Similar to my rocket scientist friend (no really, he has the specific degree), good Republican (in the Bill Kristol sense now I guess), supposedly conservative but…”conservative”…who in response to Roe v. Wade decision (which has still not dropped…this and WWIII…wtf Putin?…you promised) posts a whine that “Step 2!!!!” is banning all birth control. Because of one AZ senate GOP primary candidate who supposedly said this. But no, he did not.
They (other smaaaaart people) inferred that from his contention that Griswold was bad law as well. The candidate clarified, in spite of the fact that it was dumb to infer such. I provided the clarification link to my friend. Ah…but my (once) good friend persists. The candidate deleted tweet! Deleted a tweet! argle bargle something something. Because, see…my friend, someone I once trusted over most people I know, is smaaaaart.
Come on Vlad, drop The Big One. Save us from the smaaaaaart people. Boom goes London and boom DC, more freedom for you more freedom for me. And no apologies to Randy Newman. Just not feeling it today.
my preferring gas station fast food
Just stay away from the gas station sushi, okay? 😉
“In Wichita”
When you realize someone’s reputation gone to **** when it crops up in unexpected places:
“We’ve already confirmed that this is NOT Amber Heard so please stop calling and emailing that info,” the department quipped in the comments.
No, OTOH we don’t have a Charlie Crist, Nikki Fried, or Stacy Abrams, so we got that going for us, which is nice
Two of which are not in office and likely never will be, at least on a state-wide basis in FL. Can’t account for what goes on inside the fence around Atlanta. Fried will likely be gone soon as well. Or you better pray she will. I don’t see TN or wherever East Weevil is, leading the Freedom Parade. Even Texas is cowering in its boots letting the wokies cut the dicks off of their little boys. And admittedly, we in FL were lucky to get DaBeastis. Nearly half of even this state voted for the drug addicted, gay-prostitute client of “banana hammock boy”…or wtf that is. Again…Putin…the Bomb thing. Do you think even one of those things will actually work?
Just not feeling it today.
Nice rant, not that it has anything to do with anything other than yelling at clouds. Take a nap, after that I am still dying to know why gas station fast food is snobbier than McDonalds – truly a mystery for the ages.
Again…Putin…the Bomb thing. Do you think even one of those things will actually work?
Trent Telenko says that the Russians have not been maintaining their nukes, and estimates as follows:
* 1/4 Fully operational
* 1/4 primary detonations of 5-7 kt without fusion or secondary fission
* 1/4 ‘fizzles’ that have incomplete fission
* 1/4 complete duds
What time did everyone start drinking this morning?
I feel like I lay down for a 10 minute nap and woke up on a runaway freight train.
Take a nap, after that I am still dying to know why gas station fast food is snobbier than McDonalds – truly a mystery for the ages.
See…now you’re just trolling. And not in a good way. Where did I say gas station food was snobbier? YOU said “Only a truly starving person would get one from Micky D’s.” Not saying you invaded Poland in 1939 or nothing but …nah, too over the top even for me.
Trent Telenko says that the Russians have not been maintaining their nukes
Yes, I’ve been following him as well. While, again, I question his judgment on some other things it starts to give me doubts. See “smaaaart” people…though he himself has properly smacked down the smaaaaarter people. Plus he’s a tad too rah-rah Ukraine, though I think he is conscious of that. The question remains though, would Putin know how to pick two…just two, but if he can spare one for SF and Sacramento…well, not my direct concern but…I digress…which two that would be from that first “fully operational” group? My lips to God’s ears.
What time did everyone start drinking this morning?
I used to have a hard rule about not drinking before noon. But then Kim Wilson broke my heart that sad day in Algebra class and…well, you know the rest.
See…now you’re just trolling.
Not saying you are approaching Hal levels of odd rants or nothing, but…nah, too over the top even for me.
Anger management, it’s not just for breakfast anymore.
@pst3145
The thread you link has some useful information, but take the caveats Trent offers seriously. One thing that did surprise me was his use of Exchange rather than Parity Purchasing Power dollars for budget comparison. Maybe it’s just that I’m coming from the force-structure side of the house where that sort of things comes up more often, but it’s very important to remember that each nominal currency unit goes a lot further in a country with lower labor costs. More than twice as far in Russia’s case. I’d also want to see actual hard data on their refurbishment and maintenance activities, but of course any intelligence on that is classified.
So my wife and I have a restaurant quality metric.
It’s the ratio What you get / What you expected when you walked in.
Anything over about 1.5 is great. 2.0 might be life-changing.
By mutually agreed convention, McDonald’s is 1.0.
But on-the-road coffee? Only the Arco gas station at Applegate, on the way Over The Hill to Truckee, matters to me.
Btw, if you’re ever in that area (Auburn, in the Gold Country), absolutely do not miss Ikeda’s. Do Not Miss.
on the way Over The Hill to Truckee, matters to me.
Btw, if you’re ever in that area (Auburn, in the Gold Country), absolutely do not miss Ikeda’s. Do Not Miss.
See, this is the thing. Thirty years ago I tried and I tried and I tried, while trying not to over do it, to tell people things that would be relevant and important for today. Today people tell me things that would have been relevant and important to me 30 years ago. The secret to comedy is…
…congrats to this fetching new champion!
So, by my count, XY chromosonal females are superior to the XX type in:
Track
Swimming
Cycling
TV trivia
Weight lifting
And now, surfing
ISTR a beauty contest, but I’ve only just gotten out of therapy over that, so I’m not looking for citations.
I am still dying to know why gas station fast food is snobbier than McDonalds
I guess you’ve never visited a Buc-ees. https://buc-ees.com/
Directrix Gazer: Agreed. Many uncertainties.
So my wife and I have a restaurant quality metric. It’s the ratio What you get / What you expected when you walked in.
Not a bad metric, but I think an absolute scale matters even more. I’ll take a restaurant with great food over one with ordinary food but an appearance that promises poor food. And then there is the need to avoid really bad food when passing through an unfamiliar town. A key reason why chain restaurants and motels proliferated in the sixties was that they assured the traveler of a predictable level of quality, and the traveler could choose a level that fit his/her budget.
“Forget it, Jake. It’s Portland.”
Seen in the sidebar: “Everything you need to know about groundbreaking LGBTQ+ romcom ‘Bros’”
Nothing. There is literally nothing I need to know about that.
Awoke from a cryogenic sleep to find myself in the middle of the breakfast sandwich wars.
Rapidly concluded that this was the wrong time to invite lurking commenter Samir Iker to make funny criticisms of American food. Fortunately, there is no Chef Boyardee of Indian food. Yet.
I guess you’ve never visited a Buc-ees.
You would be wrong, but Bucees is hardly typical gas station food, let alone a typical gas station.
I’ll take a restaurant with great food over one with ordinary food but an appearance that promises poor food.
Then there are those that look like dumps, but have fantastic food, and vice versa, which leads us to…
…the need to avoid really bad food when passing through an unfamiliar town.
Which is mitigated by noting whether the parking lot is packed with local cars, or asking a local.
There are a lot of great places that get passed over because of looks – there was (before Katrina) a place on the West Bank in a house built in the late 40’s early 50’s that was one of the best restaurants in the New Orleans area, and the only way to know it was – no signs, no ads, just a phone number in the regular white pages – is if a local told you.