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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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.