Bar Tabs And Tokens Of Esteem
Yes, it’s time to remind patrons that this rickety barge 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 shiny buttons below the fold with which to monetise any love. Debit and credit cards are accepted.
If one-click haste is called for, there’s a QR code in the sidebar, at which you point your phone, and my PayPal.Me page can be found here. As requested, I’ve added SubscribeStar and Ko-Fi accounts, via which love may also be monetised, whether as one-off donations or monthly subscriptions.
Additionally, any Amazon UK shopping done via this link, or for Amazon US via this link, or via the buttons in the sidebar, results in a small fee for your host at no extra cost to you. Feel free to buy things wildly and in bulk.
For newcomers wishing to know more about what’s been going on here for the last sixteen years, in over 3,000 posts and close to 200,000 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.
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.
As always, thanks for the support, the comments, and the company.
Oh yes. The buttons:
It’s a power game for the spiteful and narcissistic. The point of which is to bully others, to exert power over them, by making the victim pretend – and then say things, publicly and repeatedly, that they don’t for a minute believe to be true.
Also: Planning to raise children without a father is a dangerous move. Especially when the mother already has one or more red flags.
Chinese spy balloon data is appearing on the internet.
JFC dude. Did you sit through all of that? I remember see Janine Garafalo once blather on and on about ho her life was ruined because someone gave her a barbie doll for Christmas but this takes the cake. When I saw the Garafalo thing I remember thinking, wow..people paid money to be entertained and then sat there, quietly, while this well off, famous, loony woman bitched about her life. Then I started noticing how often comedians get away without saying much of anything that is literally (AWISLILML) laugh-out-loud funny. I’ve heard a few church sermons that were much less preachy and far more funny than a number of comedy…”comedy” bits that I have seen. And with the sermons, you at least get to decide for yourself what you want to pay. If anything.
I skipped about half of it. Painfully awful in its narcissistic tediousness.
It really is Vogon comedy.
When you think about it, much of leftist policy is about strapping everyone into Vogon Wokeness Appreciation Chairs.
“Nonbinary” comedian…
See also – Nonbinary “comedian”.
Meanwhile, Emily is upset that a pop song wouldn’t make it to the top of the country charts.
Emily is also upset country radio (not that anyone should listen to it anyway) doesn’t have enough women of color or Alphabet Mafia artists.
More on this existential crisis can be found at this utter dog’s breakfast of a website and if you click on over to the “dashboard” you will be shocked and dismayed to find that that even the Washington DC (who knew) country station plays absolutely zero – zero, mind you, back to back songs by LGBNKVDQ+ “artists”.
I’m writing my congressman.
Our betters must search out reasons to fret, however slim and contrived, lest their betterness not be noticed.
Yes. I would wager that Emily doesn’t listen or pay much attention to country music herself. No k.d. lang, Darius Rucker, or Charlie Pride. Just to name a few.
Our betters must search out reasons to fret…
As someone else noted, the county cover has netted Chapman about a half million frogskins in royalties (so far), so I am guessing she is not overly worried as she dusts the Grammies on her shelf.
It’s the usual unpleasant, socially-poisonous template, paraded as piety. However, the “reader-added context” box is proving a useful, and often amusing, correction.
Once again, my avatar is displaying oddly. It’s not my fault, David!
It has been making my eye twitch.
It’s very strange: Some of my comments on this post display correctly. No discernible pattern.
Please don’t let this bug consume your day. Instead, sublimate your frustration into hatred of the French.
Don’t the French do a good enough job of hating themselves?
Ideal suggestion is something he enjoys doing.
For a cyclist stop signs on cycle paths are just a suggestion.
Beware the uprising.
That feeling when your realise your narcissism has consequences.
I wonder if those screams of pain are genuine or fake.
Yet another reason to not visit Los Angeles.
country stations: it is also sadly true that the rap/hip-hop stations play zero polka or orchestral music. I object! Oh, wait, wpeepo don’t get equal time?
Watched that on a loop for about 15 minutes and now I need a cigarette.
OK, I can watch maybe one more of those sorta things but I’m gonna need a bucket of oysters.
it is also sadly true that the rap/hip-hop stations play zero polka or orchestral music.
Preach, brother, I am outraged that NPR hasn’t had a single Finnish Death Metal show either on TV or radio.
Meanwhile in DC,
So let’s interrupt a breast cancer charity event. Why the congresscritters aren’t shagging fungoes into middle field is a mystery and a lost opportunity.
Indeed.
They should just leave them there.
The real question is why we’re paying snipers to do nothing.
Indeed.
That reminds me: The iconic Roof Korean has passed away.
Speaking of narcissists.
Giving the Juggalos a run for their money.
“Speaking of narcissists”
Below that: “The Enby Show is supported using public funding provided by Arts Council England”
Of course.
We are ruled by the scum of the Earth.
The Degenerate Roots of Queer Theory: Queer Theory Pedophilia Jeopardy, with Prof Derrick Jensen
Yeah. That Aristocrats joke ain’t as funny as it used to be. Not that it was all that funny. Especially when you’re living in it. But then that was the point. Damn rabbits…
Just because.
It requires teamwork. Or a good length of rope.
Related.
Cast members celebrate getting the gig for Disneys forthcoming 2024 flop remake of Snow Whit(ish) and the seven diverse but mainly full sized hipster dwarves.
I’d say he got off lightly.
The hi-vis jacket barely fitting over fat boy’s shoulders suggests he should definitely just stop oil (of the deep-fried variety).
Careful now.
The fairer sex.
Careful now.
Toxic masculinity at work.
Question asked. Answer hypothesized: “In Terry Gilliam’s Dystopian Masterpiece Brazil, there are reoccurring explosions…[but] you never see terrorists…”
It requires teamwork.
They should have tossed that one jerk into the bushes, but the blonde gal dragging them by the hair is comedy gold.
Meanwhile, a solution to a problem, and if you laugh you are a “trans”phobe. I LOLed.
It does seem an obvious solution.
[ Sits in cinema, awaits entertainment. ]
Is it Mission Impossible?