Reheated (87)
As I’m otherwise occupied, some items from the archives:
A radical young lady asks, “What do we eat during the revolution?”
Apparently, the revolution will be fuelled by cashew milk and vegan pseudo-cheese. Because as capitalism is toppled, and amid the riots and burning cars, there will, it seems, be space for neurotic niche cuisine. And so, while her comrades “break capitalism” and “abolish” prison, and as violent criminals roam the streets unmolested, Margot will be instructing the little people on how to dry pepper seeds and how to wash foraged bin scraps in vinegar to remove any trace of those nasty pesticides.
For readers in search of some below-the-belt upgrades.
Thank goodness a teacher walks among us, a guide to what lies ahead. Meet Laura (formerly Lawrence) Jacobs, a man who describes himself as “trans and genderqueer-identified, kinky and non-monogamous,” and as a “lesbian” with “multiple intersecting identities.” And – because the universe has a sense of humour – a psychotherapist.
He didn’t know he was in a gang, you see, so how dare you sentence him?
Hey, it’s an easy mistake to make. Accidentally putting on a balaclava and stalking someone, based on their race, then menacing them, and tasing them, and tugging the wedding ring from their twitching finger, and then barging into their home and taking their stuff. And then doing it all over again, and again, and again, all entirely by accident. I mean, who here hasn’t done it?
Ladies, good news. Danger is now something you can just pretend away.
You see, in the progressive pecking order, the fantasies of sexually dysmorphic men – and the preferences of male sex offenders – are of much greater importance than any “discomfort” felt by the women and girls on whom the former groups choose to impose themselves. Women and girls whose role, it seems, is merely to understand and tacitly affirm. To be reluctant accessories to some strange man’s psychodrama, while remaining free of judgement. Which is frowned upon.
Because the modern, not-at-all-insane response to repeated acts of indecency and sexual intimidation – by a predatory man in the women’s changing rooms – is to ask him not to keep waving his erection at women and children. On grounds that what he’s waving could somehow be a lady’s penis. Such is the sophistication of our times.
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They’re turning life into a horror film.
Hey – you know how bits have started falling of Boeing’s planes. Important things, like doors, tyres and engines?
Well, the whistleblower who was mid-deposition providing details of Boeing’s deliberate fitting of sub-standard parts at their Charleston plant, has mysteeeeeeeriously killed himself.
Just coincidence, I’m sure.
Good to know sex offenders have a right to “feel safe”.
Is fuel important?
Not if you’ve lost your engines.
Crime and punishment.
Not entirely sure when these became a thing:
And before you ask, yes, it’s real.
Bit dark, perhaps, but not entirely unfair:
That was my reaction, too. It’s possible that he was suicidally depressed over Boeing’s decline, but I’d be more inclined to believe that if we hadn’t seen so many other convenient suicides and sudden unexpected deaths in recent years.
It was only a few years ago that American bloggers were mocking Airbus as hopelessly crippled by sclerotic EU bureaucracy while praising Boeing as a paragon of free enterprise.
Not at all the same thing as confirmation, bar-/bat-mitzvah, etc. And intentionally not the same sort of thing, as the school teachers are interested in the kids’ genitals while the Catholics/Jews/etc. are interested in kids reaching the age of reason and adult responsibility.
Really? And what do you think it is about Mrs Pember’s inappropriate, unhealthy and deeply disturbing fascination with children’s sexuality that might have prompted such comments?
Brynteg school’s response of “Who the fuck do these parents think they are?” is really quite revealing.
Hmm. If only there was some other factor that united those events…
Yep. Gets one to the crash site…
Well, it’s unclear, as yet, whether or not the event is relatively innocuous. But for the headteacher to write, indignantly, as if the thing isn’t taking place at a time when parents can see a widespread and unprecedented overstepping of boundaries by teachers and educational bureaucrats – and who may therefore be sensitive to any new encroachment, or perceived encroachment, whether sexual or political – is a tad disingenuous.
Given the left’s propensity for celebrating physical or sexual identities as if they were some kind of personal achievement, whilst fetishising public displays of sexuality, all the better to divide people by their natural biological categories, I’m fairly confident in assuming more insidious than innocuous.
It seems to me the 60s pop psych and hippy admonitions to “not judge” have gone just a little too far. Now we cannot post Ring vids of porch thieves because it would make them feel bad? We can’t call a murderer an “illegal alien”? There is pressure now to not judge pedos? holy guacamole. Shame, come back, we miss you.
Ironically, one of the few places that “judges” pedos is prison, because apparently even gang members have some standards. And by “judging” I mean beat the shit out of or murder them.
They went too far in the 60’s.
Progs will race to HR to complain if a co-worker dares put a vacation beach photo on his desk—the sight of his bare chest is practically rape!—yet they insist that it’s perfectly okay for young girls to be exposed to the actual genitalia of a mentally ill person (or sex fetishist) within the tight confines of a bathroom or changing room.
It’s beyond sick. I’m running out of words to describe how deeply I despise them.
you know how bits have started falling of Boeing’s planes
It’s a fair cop that many of these are not Boeing’s fault, but rather failed routine maintenance (which is the responsibility of the airlines). But that makes it worse; you can look up whether you’re going to be flying on a Boeing. It’s a crap shoot whether LaShonda and Muhammad worked on your plane this morning.
the whistleblower who was mid-deposition […] has mysteeeeeeeriously killed himself.
Given the staggering amount of money involved in these companies, I’m surprised this doesn’t happen a lot more often. Then again, perhaps it does and the only reason this particular assassination was so cack-handed was that Sending a Message was more important than maintaining plausible deniability.
Still funny. 😀
btw tip jar hit.
I’m assuming you’re not enticed by the prospect.
Bless you, sir. May you know the small pleasure of getting new lenses and subsequently searching out very small print.
Are those even allowed to be in the same sentence anymore?
[ Triumphantly reads borderline microscopic cooking instructions. ]
I note that bullet point 4 is about “talk about this with your friends, or on message boards” (ahem, WHO is running/monitoring the *Childline* board?) … not a word about talking with one’s own parent(s).
It’s as if schools want to drive a wedge between kids and their parents. Hmm.
Some definitely are and don’t hide the intent.
Do things that help you feel good
Take care of yourself
Isn’t that what puberty used to be about for starters? Other aspects come later…
The 1760’s. Much of it goes back to Rousseau.
Who knew?
In a shocking twist, it turns out that having others reinforce and exacerbate one’s mental health issues, and then being subjected to experimental drugging and grotesque surgical mutilation, and a consequent lifetime of pain and expensive medical dependency, isn’t entirely ideal for a person’s wellbeing.
Well. You could have knocked me down with a feather.
Nigerian fraud? I’m shocked, shocked!
How many relatives does Sani Abacha have?
Middlebury College is at it yet again: A vigil for Jewish victims of the October 7 terror attack is “not inclusive enough” and should include Gazans.
My days of thinking the left should fire itself into the Sun are definitely coming to a middle.
It’s a bit much to expect that of them.
We’d get much more satisfaction by firing them ourselves.
Please tell me again about the tolerant, open-minded Left.
And “literary” leftists are among the worst.
Fire in 3, 2, 1, . . .
Middlebury…
THREE DAYS after the raid. Way before Israel made any military reaction.
Rope, tree…
From the article:
The explanation certainly will be fulsome….
I think the duck knows very well what that perch does and was counting on it.
Hmm. If only there was some other factor that united those events…
I see what you did there…
and Bingo!
Amazing after a large company takes its eyes off what they are supposed to be doing and focuses on DIE virtue signalling and what’s in their pants instead, that stuff then starts to go sideways. They made the announcement, yelled at everyone who thought DIE meant lower standards, then proceeded to show the world that those people were correct.
Who knew?
What’s interesting about this is that it’s significantly worse than it used to be. Dr. Paul McHugh, who invented the “sex reassignment” surgery, eventually stopped performing it because it added lifelong risk of post-surgical complications but did not statistically affect the suicide rate.
Now we find out it doubles the suicide risk. As if the wholesale mutilation of children wasn’t bad enough. When is society going to put its foot down?
Whew. I was growing a bit concerned…
“I can’t have people in my life that make me feel unsafe.”
The people in question, by the way, live on the opposite side of the country.
There may be some correlation of competitive progressivism, and corresponding intolerance, with wishing to appear intellectual, while working in a field with few, if any, objective standards. Especially if that artistic or literary persona doesn’t result in the kind of financial rewards to which the person feels entitled. There may be some inclination for a person so afflicted to affirm their desired standing – their imagined superiority – via loud political noises.
I’m speculating, of course.
This amazing woman is the absolute Master of TwiXer. Even if you don’t have an X.com account, find a way to follow her stuff. Every day is a new brilliant riposte, twisting the stiletto so elegantly that there must be no pain.
Can’t help thinking she deserves a better class of enemy.
Sometimes they say the quiet part out loud.
Well, quite. And so, we have a grown man announcing – indignantly, in print – how annoyed he is by the fact that engineers and surgeons may earn more – and be thought more valuable – than leftist professors of philosophy. As if the commercial utility of what a person studies should have no bearing on how much they may subsequently earn.
And naturally, our unhappy professor, our righteous egalitarian, envisions an economic system in which people – people such as himself – are paid in accord with the value that they assign to themselves based on their self-estimated cleverness, and irrespective of what the customer is willing to pay.
Because he’s so much cleverer than we are, you see.
And despite telling us how clever he is, and doing so several times, his arguments are oddly flimsy. And when politely challenged by readers, many of whom make very good points, our professor responds only with insults, dismissal, and unwarranted condescension. The substance of their comments left entirely unaddressed.
Because he’s so much cleverer than we are, you see.
What’s funny is that the professor seems unaware that the impression given is of someone unintentionally satirising their own position, their own worldview.
A calm discussion about pronouns.