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Oh yes. The buttons:
That.
Those supporting Palestine have been known to indulge in all sorts of mendacity.
“It is an open air prison“, with
water parks(oops, Hamas destroyed that one), malls, fancy restaurants, nice beaches, a resort, traffic jams, and all the other things you find in a veritable gulag.But nothing is ever shown about the girl that is in the least redeeming, besides being pretty
What’s the primary audience demographic for rom-coms?
There are rare exceptions. The Julia Roberts vehicle My Best Friend’s Wedding completely deconstructs the trope, and the sitcom Happy Endings focuses on the poor bastard left at the altar immediately after one of these insulting pander-fests fades to credits.
[ Opens Daniel’s file, adds suspicious knowledge of rom-coms. ]
It reminded me of that time in 2018, when Franklin revealed his detailed knowledge of the life and films of Jason Statham.
I wasn’t quite sure how to process it.
*ping*
Ping!
Bless you, sirs. May five minutes with the pumice prove more than sufficient.
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I give you The Los Angeles Times.
A little over the top, but this guy gets it.
To pass the time, some reheated items:
Trust Me, I’m A Witchdoctor.
The thrill of prehistoric healthcare.
Only Doing It For The Betterment Of Us All.
Come, dip a toe in the world of “queer studies.”
Don’t Oppress My People With Your Public Libraries.
The history of ideas, as seen through the welding goggles of wokeness.
Those Aboriginal Telescopes.
On tongue-bathing the primitive.
Something About The Tone.
Urban Studies lecturer bemoans litter inequality, homes nicer than his own.
Have You Tried Less Tiresome Music?
On the word you mustn’t say but must love hearing.
*pays off bar tab*
Bless you, sir. May you notice that you’ve gotten better at something.
The unspanked, part… oh, I dunno. I lost count some time ago.
Someone no one ever hear of says, “America does not deserve me.”
Another of the hopelessly oppressed in AmiriKKKa…
Sounds like colonization to me.
Today’s word is hiveminder.
Today’s word is hiveminder.
Well as long as the “well educated” in gender and queer studies say it is evil, it must be so.
Related, “What do you mean they are killing our guys? Yeah, that thing we signed yesterday, nevermind“.
It’s interesting to see just how little of what passes for activism involves autonomous mental activity. The above example, one of so many, seems more a matter of social-status calculation: “Which things, of which I know next to nothing, should I be seen to oppose, quite vehemently, and thus be considered fashionable?”
“Did you do your Israel/Palestine post yet?“
Chappie is quite proud of his ignorance:
It’s a righteous ignorance, you see.
[ Laughs at forthcoming Ephemera item, denounces self. ]
He doesn’t need to know anything about the book he’s protesting. Someone told him it was written by a witch.
Currently in a discussion with a high school friend of friends regarding the 6 billion. He is quite proud that he doesn’t know what the word ‘fungible’ means. He refuses to look it up and keeps asking me to tell him the definition. Idiots.
What I have observed upon being put in contact with a lot of not very bright people from back in the day, surfer dudes, party dudes, jocks, the kind of people who were at one time entertaining but not very smart, is that at some point, likely in the last 10 years or so, someone woke them, sold them on a leftist brand of stupid that would propel them to the front of acceptable society. Likely acceptable leftist society.
Heh. Well, quite.
If anyone is curious as to what said book is actually about, here’s an interview with its editors, in several parts.
I’m still not clear on why someone who hasn’t read the book, even in part, and who seemingly knows nothing much about it, would bother to turn up on a cold night and want to participate in a protest against the book’s existence. A protest at which event attendees, largely women, were screamed at and physically obstructed by students and assorted activists, including Dr Jonny Dennis, who were laying on the ground and, apparently, grabbing at the attendees’ legs.
I mean, it doesn’t strike me as an obvious, or obviously worthwhile, use of one’s time. Unless, of course, laying on cold concrete and grabbing at random women’s legs is a thing one enjoys doing.
The words “The Piglet Files” bubble up into my conciseness; that, however, was funny.
“That is one small step for a man, one giant leap for Potemkinwomen“
Someone no one ever hear of says, “America does not deserve me.”
Pretty much a requirement when you’re half as smart.
Also, just wait for the first sign of trouble and these Blaxiteers will be screaming for an airlift back to safety.
Also, long overdue sorry to you Muldoon. Was going through some stuff at the time.
I agree with her. But for reasons quite different from hers.
Steve,
Thanks, but not needed, I should have recognized something was wrong and just backed off whatever the hell the conflict was I was probably adding 110 leaded to, but then it wouldn’t be a proper blog without the occasional argument about something inconsequential in the long run…
That.
P.S. Tip jar hit.
The indignation does seem to be recreational, a kind of role-play, and more about social positioning than any supposed danger posed by two middle-aged ladies.
See also this farcical example.
Again, the ignorance on display, from would-be intellectuals, regarding the object of their ire, is quite something. Apparently, five minutes of Googling was too much to ask of students at an upscale university where annual tuition is $60,000. And these are the preening creatures who call themselves “thought leaders.”
Bless you, sir. May you always have bin liners.
What the hell does he think he’s doing? It’s like watching a toddler’s tantrum.
Absolutely. It’s the psychology of The Unspanked.
And so, Dr Jonny Dennis, our righteous man, publicly boasts of protesting against books whose contents are unknown to him, and spends his evenings behaving like a spoiled infant and physically harassing random women, and thrusting his crotch at them. All in the name of his own righteousness. Because trying to make random women, some of whom are elderly, trip and fall over is what “social justice” is all about.
I mean, you say it out loud and it sounds unhinged. Yet here we are. Again.
A belated ping. Thanks for doing what you do.
Bless you, sir. When short of inspiration for a quick but tasty dinner, may you remember those bags of rather good chicken stew stashed in the freezer.
#TrueStory