Miracle Occurs, Authorities Confounded
Two prisoners at New Jersey’s only women’s prison have become pregnant after having sex with a transgender inmate. The women had engaged in “consensual sexual relationships with another incarcerated person,” the state’s department of corrections told NJ.com. They were being held at Edna Mahan Correctional Facility at Union Township, about 16 miles west of New York City. The transgender prisoner, Demi Minor, 27, who is serving 30 years for manslaughter, has been moved to another prison for young adults.
Clearly, dad material.
As a result of the pregnancies, the New Jersey Corrections Department said it was currently reviewing the policy for housing transgender incarcerated persons with the intention of “implementing minor modifications.”
Maybe we’re the ones in the mirror universe, where everything is slightly askew.
Via Darleen in the comments.
Also, open thread. Share ye links and bicker.
The proper response for the owner/operator would be to dump the tray on the ground. You’re losing it anyway.
In a more sensible society, it would be legal to just shoot them.
What is this? A “migrant”? When and where? Annoying tendency of some bloggers to omit all documentation.
More evil videos from “Holy Martyr to White Supremacy” Tekle Sundberg.
Just so.
We’ve seen repeatedly where the pretence can lead. And once the fundamentals have been ceded, it isn’t clear how one would resist each new distortion, each new and more farcical development. When you’ve already, as it were, given away the farm.
I, Hypocrite gets cancelled by his tax accountant.
The preacher/priest didn’t turn all four cheeks to the interloper. Well, if there really is an afterlife, he’ll get his just rewards.
If there isn’t, he’ll get his just rewards for being an abject failure of a shepherd of his flock. That assumes a) there was anyone in his church during that event and b) he is conscious just prior to his final spiral into darkness.
Well, I guess (b) requires him to think about this particular event; I don’t know if it’s unique enough to commit to memory on his part.
The perfect solution.
When fried food is involved I recommend the Rorschach approach.
“None of you seem to understand. I’m not locked in here with you. You’re locked in here with me.”
“implementing minor modifications…”
As if the policy to house a fully intact male heterosexual murderer in a woman’s prison–based entirely on his word–was 99% correct in the first place.
Just needs a tweak!
I can’t imagine what that would be–one pregnancy and you’re out, instead of two?
Just needs a tweak!
Foxes can be put into henhouses and cats can be put among pigeons. It’s something that can be managed, a matter of putting procedures in place guided by the latest policy science, dealing kindly but firmly with the “concerns” expressed by the hens, while making it clear that no language will be tolerated that makes the fox feel “othered”, that casts suspicion on the reasons for the fox wanting to be in the henhouse, that questions the project of putting foxes into henhouses, that questions whether foxes can be assimilated into henhouses.
While misunderstandings and accidents will of course take place, we report on such incidents responsibly, indeed boringly, so as not to stir up populist foxophobic hate, and we make recommendations on how to adjust the procedure.
…each new and more farcical development.
Speaking of which, ballet heads to the cutting room floor.
Yes, because it requires abilities twerking and interpretive dance don’t.
No doubt ballet was colonized by yte Europeans when they stole it, like everything else because wypipo have no culture, from PoCs back in the 15th century.
You knew that had to be in there, but things are also, “problematic in relation to the inclusion of non-binary and trans dancers.”.
[ Sweats. ]
[ Sweats. ]
“Unprecedented”
You may talk o’ gin and beer
When you’re sweating safe out ’ere,
An’ you’ve read of Penny Red an’ all about it;
But when it comes to Blogger
You will do your work on water,
An’ you’ll lick the bloomin’ boots of ’im that’s got it.
Now in Blighty’s sunny clime,
Where I used to spend my time
A-bloggin’ for a misfit few,
Of all them blackfaced crew
The finest man I knew
Was our Typepad bhisti, Gunga Din,
He was ‘Din! Din! Din!
‘You limpin’ lump o’ brick-dust, Gunga Din!
‘Hi! Slippy hitherao
‘Water, get it! Panee lao,
‘You squidgy-nosed old idol, Gunga Din.’
Apparently, they’re a thing.
Popular in Hong Kong (surprisingly cooler than dear old Blighty) as are small hand-held fans.
But my heart really yearns for a punkah walla…
it isn’t clear how one would resist each new distortion, each new and more farcical development
A phenomena that I’ve noted on more than one occasion over the past couple of years is for certain kinds of event to begin with what sounds an awful lot like the kind of Royal honorifics I’d thought had long since consigned had their day in the sun.
So whereas in yesteryear, you might hear:
Her Majesty Victoria, by the Grace of God, of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland Queen, Defender of the Faith, Empress of India
Instead now you might, on occasion, get something like this:
My name’s Vicky. My pronouns are she and her. I am a cis, heterosexual woman. I have a round face, long brown hair, hazel eyes, and a light brown complexion. I acknowledge that we are on occupied ancestral land of the Dothraki.
Not everyone does this of course, which is a relief, because if everyone introduced themselves that way the entire event would be taken up just introducing each other and/or it would go on for days.
But that not everyone does it seems very much to mark out those who do as belonging to a caste apart.
Which does make you wonder not just whether or not that’s the ultimate aim, but more importantly where all this is heading.
Nowhere pleasant I imagine.
Incidentally, the institution mentioned above, the Edna Mahan Correctional Facility, has a history of dysmorphic mishaps.
An interesting development: It seems that Tekle Sundberg had been harassing and threatening his neighbor for months before he repeated fired his gun into her apartment.
the entire event would be taken up just introducing each other and/or it would go on for days
Much of leftist agitation seems to be designed to provide well-paying, secure jobs for
activists/loyal dronespeople who could not find “real” work otherwise.Yet another fine dining experience. (possibly transiently NSFW)
No doubt ballet was colonized by yte Europeans when they stole it, like everything else because wypipo have no culture,
Let’s see now — Shakespeare is out, classical music is out, blind auditions for orchestra chairs is out, ballet is out … even musical notation is somehow white supremacy and must decolonized, too.
I’m no longer buying this “EEEEEK WHITE PEOPLE!” schtick. What you have is people who find the rigors of these arts too hard. Better to destroy than compete.
Ironic, too, the claim that “white people” have no culture then targeting hated European culture for destruction.
“transautistic“
What you have is people who find the rigors of these arts too hard. Better to destroy than compete.
That is certainly a very important part. But there are also the Maoists who, if they’re following Mao’s example, want to destroy every part of our culture which does not derive from Marxism.
Man descended from a long line of despotic rulers lectures the world on democracy.
Today’s poetry moment.
Man descended from a long line of despotic rulers
Or not if the rumours about his Y donor are true (and physical appearance suggests they are). However, Victoria (whose royal ancestry is also in doubt), Ed VII Georges V and VI, and dearly beloved Betty can hardly be described as “despotic”.
poetry moment
Thesaurus Swallower
Or not if the rumours about his Y donor are true
Or not. Either way, if the UN is meant in any way to be representative of the humans on this planet, WTF does this guy get a hearing there? He’s just some guy. We only know of him because he (supposedly as you say) descended from a bunch of other despots who even themselves tossed his sorry ass out. Where/what is his legitimacy over anyone else who can take a bath? Hell, I would at least shave for the occasion and I hate those bastards.
Recruiter: Dear W,
My name is Yadda Dadda and I am the HR Manager at Somerecruitingcompany.
I am reaching out because we are looking for a Software Engineer to work with BigMajorDefenseContractorYouHaveSurelyHeardOf ASAP.
We offer competitive salary, great 401(k) plan & benefits, remote work, and the opportunity to work with and for amazing people.
Let me know if you’re interested and we can schedule some time to chat. I look forward to hearing from you!
All the best,
Yadda Dadda
—
Me: Hi Yadda, thank you for reaching out. I would like to learn more about this opportunity. (boilerplate LinkedIn crap)
Would employment in this position require attendance in diversity “training”, sexual harassment training, or any other such popularly referred to as “woke” classes be required? Would my employment or reputation be put at risk by any failure to use pronouns other than he/him/she/her or would I potentially be required to refer to singular individuals by the collective pronouns of they/them?
—
Recruiter: Hi W! Wonderful! Are you available sometime this week for a brief phone call?
No required training needed and we don’t require or request any use of specific pronouns.
—
I am so f****d. I don’t want to work. And now my new-old tricks are failing me.
“It is a very specific form that is built around particular white European ideas and body shapes that are often alienating to young people who do not fit that aesthetic ideal.”
The aesthetic would be improved with the dance of the Fat Little Swans, and the flabby varicosed hams of a Black Swan wobbling her way through 20 or 30 fouéttes. A must see performance.
How about Walt Disney’s Fantasia and the ballet dance of the hippos and alligators?
Tsk You can merely claim that you want other people to refer to you by your selected pronouns but you find it abhorrent to return the favor to other workers.
You can merely claim that you want other people to refer to you by your selected pronouns but you find it abhorrent to return the favor to other workers.
The interview could be interesting. After all, it’s a “Software Engineer” position. Nothing else was mentioned. Not one language or technology. If I were working, I wouldn’t waste my time. Curiosity…killed the cat but…
A must see performance.
Coming to a stage near you. And woe to the person who disparages the ugliness.
Foxes can be put into henhouses and cats can be put among pigeons
Pregnant inmates get better food, better quarters and less work duties. The inmates are aware of this. Draw your own conclusions.
No required training needed and we don’t require or request any use of specific pronouns
One of two things is going on here.
Either the recruiter is lying because they have a quota of candidates to pass on, so it doesn’t matter whether you ultimately pass an interview; or, with the software developer market hotter than the surface of the Sun right now, market forces are currently working.
I’m inclined to think it’s more the latter than the former. I just took a new job; one of the new (male) front-end developers showed up on the first couple of video meetings wearing eyeliner, lipstick and teardrop earrings. That stopped after a week. The HR power skirt was dragging her feet processing my benefits paperwork; one word to my boss and I had everything completed and activated for me less than 24 hours later.
And in happening-venue news:
The particulars aren’t entirely clear, or entirely sane, but it seems that much of the umbrage centred on the idea that a bar for gay women would exclude, and somehow harm, people who aren’t gay women, or indeed women.
From an outsiders perspective it appears that L and G are tumbling down the intersectional league table at a rate of knots.
In an ironic twist this is due to the actions of those to the far-right end of the ever-expanding LGBTQX1+2 spectrum, self-identified groups who are pushing their own stripes ever further into the once relatively innocent rainbow flag and now shamelessly appropriating the historical black philosophy of “gimme dat”.
The particulars aren’t entirely clear, or entirely sane, but it seems that much of the umbrage centred on the idea that a bar for gay women would exclude, and somehow harm, people who aren’t gay women, or indeed women.
and:
“It’s just about being polite…”
To paraphrase Terry Pratchett, expel them politely.
Maybe direct comments re the above to the latest thread, where it appears.
WTP
Tell them your pronouns are ego/tistical.
Wait 5 minutes, and file a complaint that your co-workers are referring to you as an element of the male genitalia. Accept generous severance package, rinse and repeat.