Reheated (86)
I’ll be busy for a few days, and so, some items from the archives:
Let’s Do It, But In A Way That’s Less Likely To Work.
In which we turn for wisdom to the Guardian’s parenting pages.
But Can You Not See How Fascinating I Am?
A tale of vomiting, tears, and unrelenting pretension.
I suppose the drama above – all that time on the verge of vomiting – is what happens when you spend your formative years steeped in the Progressive Identity Hierarchy, in which straight white woman is somewhere near the bottom, barely above the universally disdained straight white man. Inventing some modish gender nonsense – and then publicly complaining about other, less sophisticated people failing to defer to it – may boost your social standing a little. And that does seem to be what these things are very often about.
Ferris State University’s Museum of Sexist Objects.
A Guardian contributor finds her home being burgled, cue mental convolutions.
Readers may also wish to ponder the implicit conceit that the burglars – the ones brandishing carving knives – are the real victims and should therefore be spared any meaningful consequence of their own chosen actions, their own sociopathy. Because, apparently, one should sympathise with the people breaking into one’s home and driving off with one’s stuff. In one’s own car. Perhaps these are skills only available to Guardian columnists.
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Maybe it’s just them being shit at it.
Given the stated conditions and complications – and the fact that the ladies not only want a sperm donor, but also want total strangers to split the cost and labour of their childrearing project – I’m inclined to question their comprehension of what parenting is.
As I said in the original thread, it is a bit, “Well, yes, I like the idea of a baby, but without the boring and unpleasant aspects. And I will need every Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday off. Oh, and also weekends.”
Again, it doesn’t bode well.
We must acknowledge and celebrate the indigenous peoples of North America by cancelling them.
I am sure that plan will go swimmingly.
Not doomed after all.
Who will likely sell them. Surreptitiously of course.
Of course we are. We have to be. There’s too much money to be made and too much power to be amassed to let the grift collapse.
We need to eat bugs because the environment and nobody needs to eat a steak. These lesbians need to have a baby however. Because the environment is different with them. Shut up asshole.
I’ve known young women who felt they were entitled to total financial support while they lazed around all day–support by government welfare and eventually by any men foolish enough to hook up with them. Also foolish enough to openly declare their sense of entitlement and admit how they were gaming the welfare system.
In case you were running short.
And yet my nephews and nieces, who are all from modest backgrounds, seem to manage, indeed flourish. But then, they don’t write for the Guardian, they aren’t steeped in victimhood, and they have the good sense not to live in London.
It’s amazing, the creative ways crazy people use the word “crazy”.
Who will likely sell them. Surreptitiously of course.
Yep. Here’s a long but interesting story of how Mohawk Six Nations, not so surreptitiously, sold and gave away most of a massive land grant from the Crown.
After which repatriation could be again demanded.
Via Ace, when you have no real argument.
Heh. Fair point.
Stupidity does seem to flourish with cossetting.
My hair has been parted by the point flying quickly over my head.
In other words, I didn’t get it.
Heh. That jacket. Slayer and AC/DC. Heh. I mean…heh.
The 12-year-old boy in the second photo is Jaiden Rodriguez, who was kicked out of class for having a “Don’t tread on me” patch on his schoolbag. After the subsequent, widespread mockery of the staff, the boy was allowed to keep the patch on his bag.
I forget the specific context of the cleancut kid on the right but he was in trouble for saying something rather innocuous. The pic is of him in the principal’s office, I think. I think the woman is the principal.
Added: What David said. Thx.
So if I should decide to visit the UK again, will the authorities provide me with a list of the kinds of songs I am aloud to sing outside of a church or am I expected to look them up myself? Is there an app perhaps? Maybe one linked to one of those square thingys? I mean, I get that praying in public is wrong, wrong, wrong over there but songs could get problematic. Elvis’s and Johnny Cash’s catalogs are all over the place.
Added…my bad. Sounds more like an Irish accent upon second listening but…question still applies…
Added again…Brit flags all over this tweet and an “E*R” on her hat..so…WTF do I know. Except maybe not to sing church songs…anywhere…just to be safe…
Speaking of frauds and pathological delusions: Today is the 3rd anniversary of the Jussie Smollett hoax.
Gospel songs are illegal?
What could be more unjust and filthy than the fascist ruling class?
(I marvel at Johnny Cash’s brilliant interpretations.)
Truth.
William the Conqueror would like a word with whoever made this map.
“…her life story…”, lived experience, truth, etc., etc.
From the link:
Victor Davis Hanson, who lives with one foot in academia and the other in farming, has remarked that neurotics are common in academia but rare in farming and the trades.
Si vis bellum, para pacem.
I’ve been wondering.
Is it not true that someone living in the Guatemalan highlands or the Kenyan savannah has a smaller carbon footprint than the average American?
And is it not true that people who come here from lower-carbon-footprint places necessarily increase their carbon footprint, because now they’re consuming more stuff?
Does it not stand to reason that mass immigration to the U.S. (and Europe) increases atmospheric CO2?
So what’s the deal, Joe? We’re reducing CO2 or ain’t we?
Surely everyone made it to where they are on their ‘specific journey’?
I note that the Daily Mail, like many allegedly right-wing newspapers, refuses to describe a man as ‘he’ or ‘Mr’.
“You’ll own nothing and be happy.”
I’ll say here that the last two refrigerators I owned, one lasted 19 years and the other was still going strong at 23 years and we left it with the house we sold. Ditto the 15 y/o washer and dryer. There is NO way leasing those appliances for that length of time would be cheaper than ownership.
It does rather obfuscate the issue that they’re supposedly reporting.
See also.
The professor’s areas of research appeared to include “aging,” “children,” “youth,” and “cognitive processes” among others.
Well of course they did.
I’ve been hearing that today’s appliances do not generally last that long.
But regardless, the WEF’s “rent everything” model is evil totalitarian B.S.
I believe some “population bomb” activists and theorists have been saying that since the sixties: Third World immigration is bad for the reason you stated. Likewise economic development. And foreign aid is bad because fewer people (especially children) will die.
Ah, the WEF. But when compiling a list of totalitarian enemies who should be forced to live in pods and eat bugs, don’t forget the Club of Rome.
sperm doner
Is that with special sauce?
Aarrgh.
[ Hastily corrects typo. Acts casual, says nothing. ]
A 56-year-old man who is accused of leaking large amounts of Te Whatu Ora vaccination data has pleaded not guilty in the Wellington District Court
How fucking dare some ignorant private rando access information the government holds on it’s citizens?
But I’m sure they’ll find something to convict him on if they look hard enough.
And if you were wondering what the hell was Te Whatu Ora – its website’s own meta description tag helpfully informs you that:
After all, who doesn’t want their secretive, dystopian, nightmare authoritarian government “supporting” you to live better?
There is NO way leasing those appliances for that length of time would be cheaper than ownership.
I rather like the way the silly bint leads off with phones oblivious to how, at least on this side of the pond, we already went through the nonsense of having to pay Ma Bell for the privilege of renting their phones and the large lack, contrary to her claims, of any innovation or improvement.
She is truly living in Wolkenkuckucksheim if she thinks companies will do anything other than the bare minimum to improve their products, all one has to do, again at least on this side of the pond, look at the cable companies where if you have TV you are stuck with their cable boxes, and if they also provide internet, sometimes their absolute trash modems. They simply are not going to give you a top of the line Netgear instead of a cheap Chinese no-name.
Same with cars, have fun with your latter day Trabi. You want an ice maker in your fridge? Enjoy.”You’ll own nothing and take what we give you, be happy we give you that”.
I get it is about control with these idiots, but is also about fear of being anything resembling being independent, sheer laziness, and wanting everything done for them. .
I remember how AT&T banned competitors’ phones and other devices, on the transparently false grounds that they would “damage the network”.
Remember modems? Grossly overpriced AT&T modems vs. competitors’ modems which cost one tenth as much.
By God, those Indians – oops, Native Americans – are clever. Even their artifacts can breed.
“It’s policy to get permission from the artifacts’ descendants. I think it’s appropriate,” they said.
[ Puts revolver back in drawer. ]
Just checking.
Therefore, happiness is eating a bacon sandwich.
That people presume The Daily Mail is ‘right-wing’ seems odd – they’re muckrakers & quite happy to be such.
Totalitarians come in all shapes and sizes. Can’t explain why this one sounds like she has a Nerf ball in her mouth though.
Not correct by today’s ‘standards’ but my first reaction to seeing Skip Dye, the gentleman on the right, was ‘queen’.
He’s apparently impassioned about Penguin Random House’s right to peddle pornography to elementary students.
How to say you want to kill lots of people without saying you want to kill lots of people.
Besides, the best way to lower birthrates is to raise standards of living.
Somewhat related. Because, hey, other people’s eleven-year-old children need to be exposed to “vagina slime,” fellatio, and “strap-on hotness,” and the joys of masturbating while driving.
It slightly larger ball would shut her up completely.
While thinking about the next bacon sandwich.
Ancient history to today’s gnostics.
A wise older man once told me, “If it flies, floats, of f***s rent, don’t buy.” Did I listen? No…
Victor Davis Hanson, who lives with one foot in academia and the other in farming, has remarked that neurotics are common in academia but rare in farming and the trades.
The reason is that if you are a farmer, you cannot get sympathy from the tractor or your cows for how hard your life is, nor can you get more approval and praise than the $ you get when you sell your corn. Reality drives a hard bargain.
What I have noticed with the trades is that some of them have an inferiority complex and spend quite a bit of time bragging, in spite of making more $ than the homeowner whose plumbing they are fixing.
Another supporter of Ms Lowerson said:
I always click, because I never learn, and the reaction is always the same:
“That’s a man, baby!”
At least the twink in the Moaning swimsuit was shaved and painted to within an inch of his life and had some kind of vague androgyous look going, but the middle-aged bloke who’s the “new” face of the surfing company – he’s not even trying. Hippies and hipsters have done the long hair look on men for ages. Surfer dude shaved his legs and now he was a “she”?
Notice how the smart people in that room, very smaaaart people, sit quietly and listen to the absolute BS “other-think” this woman is spewing. The answers to her questions are bloody obvious to any serious person who has ever rented anything. But she, and so many others just like her, make a living spewing this stupidity over and over again. Meanwhile all the brainpower in that room (granted…well…whatever) is being consumed for naught. Worse than naught. But they are the smaaaaart people.
Plucked her eyebrows on the way.
A spanner tossed into the machine?
At least the twink in the Moaning swimsuit was shaved and painted to within an inch of his life and had some kind of vague androgyous look going,
Mustn’t forget this “non-binary” chap who is apparently larping as some bizarre cross between a drag queen, Aquaman, and one of the lesser Hindu gods.
That’s a difficult colour to wear.
Just sayin’.
Ancient history to today’s gnostics.
To the millennials and Gen Z crowd, history began at their birth.
“Protecting the public is our number one priority.”
Yeah, sure, pull my other leg.
Yeah. Thirtysomething and shit. Same with Boomers. Just ask any…ah, shit. They’re all dead.
About that job you wanted at the BBC…
They’ve just redefined “happy”.
I will admit, however, that those Western Electric phones lasted forever: The ones my parents got when they they bought their first house in 1950 were still working perfectly when they passed away in the mid 2000’s.
Nor have they been deported.
Meanwhile, the police and courts seem to have plenty of time to deal with dissenters from political orthodoxy.
Sure. They were so solid and heavy you could even use one as a murder weapon. But try and kill someone today with a smart phone? Fugeddaboudit.
Same with Boomers.
Except that Boomers had to take boring old classes in US history, world history, civics, and the like which the current crop have evidently been spared. I doubt there is one of the current crop who could tell you what the Teapot Dome scandal was about…
I doubt many of my AP history classmates could tell you what Teapot Dome was about. They were smart kids. Smaaaart. They knew it would be irrelevant to their future to know so they promptly forgot it once they turned in the test paper. I know this because I have had a very similar discussion with them. Many of my (other) friends’ kids seem to know much of this stuff. As does the captain of my new pool team whom I met last night. Afghanistan and Iraq war veteran. 35 yo. Busted pelvis from heavy debris landing on him in battle. Somewhat concerned he might get called up again because the medical disability or wtf it’s called still hasn’t come through. But I digress…
Please, please, please don’t tell me it’s got bells on.
They’re all dead.
More and more it seems a government that disavows the death penalty soon disavows any penalty at all.
But try and kill someone today with a smart phone?
Smart phone? Fresh fruit not good enough for you? I’ll tell you something my lad. When you’re walking home tonight and some homicidal maniac comes at you with a bunch of loganberries don’t come crying to me.
A young white woman with an uplifting message.
The Irish should consider themselves duly warned.
Can we still drag each other for our respective languages’ peculiarities? Because I say we should.
That.
Well, living in London, one of the dozen or so most expensive cities on Earth, might, I think, skew one’s sense of how affordable parenting is. Especially if one of the would-be parents describes herself as a journalist, and her partner as an unspecified “writer” and “occasional journalist.” To the extent that even attempting to be a two-parent family without extensive state support is dismissed out of hand as “crazy.”
In much the same way that notions of racial “representation” will likely be distorted by living in London, which in my lifetime has gone from a native white-majority city, over 90%, to a native white-minority one, around 35%, and which bears little relationship to the rest of the country. Things that are denounced as “horribly white,” or whatever the current term of disapproval is, may not seem so to people who don’t live in London.
“..the joys of masturbating while driving.”
Blimey, don’t tell the people who think the Highway Code should forbid you even changing channels on your car radio in case you get distracted!
The whole point of owning nothing, is that the person renting it can decide to deny it to you for any reason. We’ve seen people lose their bank accounts because some quango scared a bureaucrat. Imagine what will happen when an unperson can’t get a frying pan anymore because of a tweet. What control! What power! No wonder the WEF loves this idea.
The Irish should consider themselves duly warned.
I think the Irish people are coming to a reckoning. If you go to cities like Derry, you still see the murals glorifying the old IRA and the freedom fighters against the British . . . but tributes to Hamas are incorporated into them. I notice a good number of Irish people I know saying “Free Palestine” and talking about the genocidal Israeli colonizers.
Yeah, yeah, revolution is in your blood, Easter uprising and all that . . . except now the EU is flooding your wee country with colonizers of a different sort, isn’t it? And yer man over there thinks your culture should adapt to his and NOT the other way around. When I hear an Irish friend complain, I think, “Well, you stayed out of the fight in WWII but what do you do now when the fight comes to you?
It was a bit of a giveaway when they phrased their slogan as an order….
[ Swedish Chef, muttering, unlocks gun cabinet. ]
Not just the EU; Sinn Fein, too. How’s that for betrayal by one’s fellow Irish?
Change “adapt” to “submit”.
I find it easy to feel a bit of that, but cannot forget that every Westerner has an interest in all Europe remaining unconquered.
As for Irish complaints, I’d like to see reliable opinion polls, but it’s hard to trust most news sources.
Cloppety-cloppety-clop.
Yes, I know, I know. All British people are exactly like this.
Please tell me it ain’t so.
It really is “Nuts and gum, together at last.”
Lest anyone doubt, there is video.
[ Scrolls down. ]
She’s off by only 6 orders of magnitude. Much like the numskulls at MSNBC who thought that $500 million divided among all Americans would get each one over $1 million.
I know, I’ll report myself for regrooving for no warning.
That at least has the potential to be pretty good even if the 1 Imperial Dollar microwave version is sub optimal.
This, on the other hand…
I am not sure brain”child” is the right word unless the child is from the village of the damned.