Countermeasures
Lifted from the comments, which you’re reading of course – Just Stop Oil loons encounter rival group Just Stop Pissing Everyone Off:
🚨 | BREAKING: Just Stop Oil protestors have been surrounded by “Just Stop Pissing Everyone Off” protestors – preventing them from marching in the road pic.twitter.com/nyZy7qqbFv
— Politics UK (@PolitlcsUK) July 20, 2023
Update, via the comments:
Note the conceit, aired via bullhorn, that their ‘protests’ – physically obstructing thousands of people, including emergency vehicles, for hours, and doing it over and over again – are “peaceful,” benign, and terribly high-minded.
From here, it looks more like a narcissist’s power game, a kind of recreational sociopathy. I mean, if someone gets their jollies from screwing over random people and watching their victims’ exasperation and pleading – if that’s what makes our mighty warriors feel powerful and important – then the term recreational sociopathy doesn’t seem inapt.
And if someone’s idea of being caring and morally superior is to vandalise an art gallery, or to gleefully pour large quantities of oil across a road – an act morally analogous to sabotaging the brakes on random cars and motorbikes – then some questioning of their motives, and of the kinds of people they are, does seem in order.
LOL. Teamwork!
Most excellent. I love to see it.
Doing the jobs the British police won’t do, or will only do occasionally, belatedly, and in a half-arsed fashion.
Of course, it isn’t entirely clear to what extent the scene may be staged.
Teamwork!
They need one of their own with a bullhorn to drown out the pompous bilge that bint is spewing, though.
Note the conceit that their ‘protest’ – physically obstructing thousands of random people, including emergency vehicles, for hours, and doing it over and over again – is “peaceful.” From here, it looks like a narcissist’s power game, a kind of recreational sociopathy.
“recreational sociopathy.”
Band name (number 1,749, IIRC) there…
Stunning and brave. And needless to say, ill-informed.
That plummy voice could have come from central casting.
I just hope somebody gets digging and identifies her, the fact that hubby drives a 4 x 4, and a few snaps of her latest holiday in the far east.
Well, if someone gets their jollies from screwing over random people and watching their victims’ exasperation and pleading – if that’s what makes our mighty warriors feel powerful and important – then the term doesn’t seem inapt.
At some point, we’re going to have to take our as-yet-unnamed band on the road. Can anyone actually play an instrument, or will we coast on our looks?
One more time:
From this.
Stunning and brave.
There are three basic types of paint: acrylic, which uses an oil based binder; latex, which has oil based binders; oil, which is pretty self explanatory, so to these twits a hearty “Well Done You”.
https://youtu.be/ElJFYwRtrH4
Lifted from todays PJ Media. It’s very moving or something.
That is freakin’ awesome! And about danged time too.
So how long before the British cops come along and arrest the counter-protestors? I think that’s happened in the US, with Pantifa and the Proud Boys(?). The counter-protestors get labeled with the usual evil right-wing -ist and -ism slurs, and then they are fair game for elimination.
I can make fart sounds by putting my hand in my armpit and flapping my arm.
How about vuvuzelas right in the ears of the traffic-blocking boobs?
When, about 20 years ago, the left started doing that to peaceful people they disliked, my liberal* friends** defended the practice while denying that this was assault which would probably cause hearing damage. So why not do it to leftists who are far from peaceful?
* Liberal is now a euphemism for communist or fascist.
** Acquaintances, really. You cannot be friends with people who seek your harm.
It’s a start.
[ Writes down armpit farts. ]
Band name.
“recreational sociopathy.”
First album name by the Recreational Sociopaths.
The clever ones.
What’s that you say? Some random person could die?
But… they’re such caring people!
Let them do their “caring” in prison. A prison with no modern amenities for the prisoners. No electricity, no running water, no fresh or frozen food….
Gleefully pouring large quantities of oil across a road is morally analogous to sabotaging the brakes on random cars and motorbikes.
But they care so very much, you see. Because they’re such nice people.
Gleefully pouring large quantities of oil across a road is morally analogous to sabotaging the brakes on random cars and motorbikes.
Especially on a curve and a turn lane which is almost guaranteed to cause someone to spin so not just morally analogous but actually, and if not criminal, there is something wrong right there.
Sure. After some years of practice, I’m up to four chords. Rhythm, however…
Meanwhile in other sound Climate Hysteria thinking, the Scots weigh in.
We’ll put Darleen up front. She’s got that whole bad-girl-kinky-boots-thing going on.
That sort of thing takes quite a bit of planning, not something associated with hysteria. More & more the proper term seems to be fraud.
Can anyone actually play an instrument
I’ve got a kazoo around here somewhere…
There’s also a harmonica (Learn to Play in 5 Easy Steps!), and the wooden flute I was suckered into buying from a pied piper at a Renaissance faire. I think at one time I might have coaxed something resembling a tune from it.
So, we’ve got… one questionable guitar, a kazoo and a cheap wooden flute, and unlimited armpit farts.
To compensate, we’re gonna need some really sharp haircuts.
The girly run is pretty much the icing on the cake.
Reminiscent of Dylan Mulvaney. It’s just that I never thought actual women ran like that
Ahem. Bright teal Strat w/Vox Amp.
And I can leap about like Pete Townshend (as he is today. Not circa 1968).
so there.
Couldn’t help noticing that the counter protestors are rather diverse, while the just stop oil idiots are all oh so hideous white. The real difference though, as has been pointed here before, is the JSO are upper class whites.
Note the conceit
And the irony…
physically obstructing thousands of random people, including emergency vehicles, for hours,
The example she gives of climate change being akin to a house on fire and how important it is to call the fire department, not being self-aware, or smart enough to realize that her very protest is preventing the fire department from putting the fire out.
Or a lot of dancing girls.
To compensate, we’re gonna need some really sharp haircuts.
Got it, also for the ladies.
Ahem. Bright teal Strat…
He did say questionable.
“Got it, also for the ladies.”
*begins tuning up a well known lick…*
*begins tuning up a well known lick…*
It seems churlish to criticise the video for obvious reasons but musically that is a cringeworthily bad re-recording of Hang on Sloopy.
I can play a few chords and pick a few notes on the ukulele. Throw on a cheap pick-up and I’m ready to go electric. Dylan eat your heart out.
She’s got that whole bad-girl-kinky-boots-thing going on.
If I get the tambourine, I’m in!
“Begins tuning up a well known lick”
Nah. The other one.
Things you can’t make up – this guy thinks that if you are not wearing a mask you a white supremacist and just like the EMTs who laugh while “trans” people bleed out in the street.
Nah. The other one.
No “Smoke On The Water” either.
How about one hundred ZZ Top tribute bands?
“No “Smoke On The Water” either.”
No, the other… other one.
Well, with only four chords, I am guessing it is not Kenny Burrell or Wes Montgomery, so no “Ironman” or “Sweet Child O’Mine” either.
“it is not Kenny Burrell or Wes Montgomery”
…A rock guitarist plays 10 chords for 50,000 people, and a jazz guitarist plays 50,000 chords for 10 people…
…A rock guitarist plays 10 chords for 50,000 people, and a jazz guitarist plays 50,000 chords for 10 people…
There is no excuse to play a 7th when you can play a 9th, or 13th.
If I get the tambourine, I’m in!
One tambourine, coming up. Tambourine in action.
This one?
Is it possible that there are those unfamiliar with the oeuvre of the aforeposted Leningrad Cowboys?
I am distressed.
Barkeep, a refill, please.
Is it possible that there are those unfamiliar with the oeuvre of the aforeposted Leningrad Cowboys?
Only the nekulturny.
A Smoker’s Cough for the mouse on me, spasiba.
Kiitos.
I’m in. Guitar. But I’m strictly rhythm, don’t wanna make it cry or sing…
It seems as though there is rather a lot of supposition in play.
Interesting, nonetheless.
Leningrad Cowboys?
Bought a cap in Helsinki emblazoned with same, thinking it might be some end of Cold War dissident group from just across the border. In English unclear, the merchant said, ‘They banned and they dreadful.” A worthy purchase I thought – at the time.
‘They banned and they dreadful.”
Nekulturny needs to go straight to gulag.
Their performances especially with the Red Army Ensemble are a hoot.
It seems as though there is rather a lot of supposition in play.
Sumerian Rock Opera?
I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Gilgamesh, gilgamesh, will you do the Fandango!
Volunteering for the band since I’ve been doing quite a bit of singing lately…for my grandkids…if you can use nursery rhimes. Oh, and a few folk songs. I’ve been working on the railroad.
Oh, and a few folk songs. I’ve been working on the railroad.
You can swing anything…
I assume the band will be playing the hits from their first album:
1] Burning Burberry
2] CLOSE THOSE ITALICS!!!
3] Hump Fat
Only the three tracks, CTI went on for a long time.
The Banned and the Dreadful. That’s your band name.
“Hump Fat” and “boneless pork rectums” are sides 2 and 3 of our double album.
Also on CD.
And 8 track.
I’m in. Guitar. But I’m strictly rhythm, don’t wanna make it cry or sing…
Well I assume you’ve got a daytime job and you’re doing alright.
The original Leningrad Cowboys Go America film is an unmitigated delight.
I can leap about like Pete Townshend
I’ve got the moves like Jagger. Currently.
“Sweet Child O’Mine”
One of my favourite music history stories is about that song. Slash was practicing scales in the studio while Axl was writing and Axl heard the runs and ran in shouting “That’s it! That’s the riff for our new song!”. Slash was..unimpressed, but was unable to convince Axl that f*cking guitar scales were not a real riff. The reason you can’t tell they’re scales is that Slash was so pissed that they were recording it that he deliberately played them sloppily and occasionally incorrectly, in the hopes of the song not making it on to the album.
Sumerian Rock Opera?
I’m just saying.