I expect to be busy for a few days. However, being a gracious host, I’ll leave you with some items from the archives:
Marking Their Territory.
Two radical identity groups struggle for toilet dominion.
Naturally, the first task was to give the toilets a makeover via the uplifting medium of graffiti, thereby communicating the life-enhancing qualities of prostitution: “Less abolitionism, more whoring,” and “less TERFs, more sex.” Needless to say, the conflict has escalated… With the facilities now being used by rival tribes, all gorged on intersectional compassion – and with so much graffiti to be written and responded to indignantly – students are reporting queues and “lengthy wait times.”
You’re Reading The Comments, Right?
When wokeness is ascendant and apparently quite stupefying.
Pst314 and Mr Muldoon point us to an “analysis” piece in
Scientific American, in which we’re urged to fret about “the violence Black men experience in [American] football,” and in which we’re told that the physicality of the sport “disproportionately affects black men.” This is framed in the article so as to imply some systemic racial wrongdoing – “anti-Black practices” that are “inescapable” – rather than, say, being an unremarkable reflection of the sport’s demographics, in which, at professional levels, black players are a majority.
Or to put it another, no less scientific, way – the risk of injury while playing a contact sport disproportionately affects those who actually play it.
No evidence is offered, at all, to establish that injuries are more frequent among black players compared to their white peers – which is pretty much the article’s premise – or to support the conceit that any such disparity, should it exist, must be driven by racism. And yet we’re told, with an air of satisfaction, “These playing fields… are never theoretically far from plantation fields.” Albeit a plantation with fan mail, lucrative endorsements, and an average salary of around $2.7 million.
The D-Words.
On supposedly racist traffic cameras.
Those presented as victims of injustice, of “racial inequity,” include Mr Rodney Perry, whose photograph accompanies the piece, and who, in a single year, has received eight tickets for speeding and three for running red lights. The article appears not to have had room to include the views of those injured or bereaved by Chicago’s law-breaking motorists, despite an eye-widening spike in accidents, fatalities, and hit-and-run crashes. Nor, it seems, was there room to consider the possible effect of endless, widespread excuse-making for antisocial behaviour, and its role in making such behaviour more likely, not less.
No Relation.
“Diverse identities” and euphemistic convolutions.
I can understand the reluctance to appear indelicate or to cause needless offence; and in some situations, there may be scope for polite fudging. But pretending-as-default, or worse, pretending-as-law, can lead to unhappy farce and a kind of collective derangement. And the media presenting the reader with an obvious distortion of reality, and seemingly an expectation that we should all pretend too, is also rather offensive.
Hard To Tell If It’s Going Well.
I bring you art. And atomised dairy products.
The mighty talent featured in the following video is artist, educator and “community organiser” Alex Romania, whose work teeters on the edge of profundity, as will doubtless become clear, via juddering and convulsion, and the strategic deployment of 25 pounds of powdered cheese. Come, sup ye at the teats of creativity.
Consider this an open thread.
Goodness. Buttons. I wonder what they do.
Don’t do it. It’s a trap!
Nonsense. I bring aesthetic wonders to dazzle and amaze.
See?
Band name.
The ‘racist traffic cameras’ post is very good.
You’ve been Ko-fied.
Thank you. Though I tend to think of my output as a statement of the fairly obvious. It’s more that the subjects of the piece, like those of many others, are practised in a kind of weird mental and moral contrivance. And so, the default narrative, the woke conceit, is a little boggling. As I said in the post:
And it’s worth noting that these mental convolutions are not the work of some random blogger. These are experienced and statusful journalists who pointedly mention their awards, professional appointments, and academic credentials, and who boast of having third parties to check their facts and “analysis.” Apparently, it takes a lot of expertise to tip-toe around the obvious.
Bless you, sir. May you not be obliged to sit through an interminably long domino-toppling video.
“In a time of universal deceit, telling the obvious is a revolutionary act.”
–paraphrase of George Orwell
Related: Chicago’s current mayor (black, racist, leftist) is getting rid of Shotspotter, a technology which detects and locates gunshots. The objection? It’s racist because the detectors are in neighborhoods where there are lots of gunshots to detect, and those are minority neighborhoods. Among his excuses: It does not prevent crime. (Well, of course. It detects crime after the fact. But locking up people after they commit crimes is, it seems, raaacist.) Some critics say it is insufficiently accurate, but nearly all of the critics seem to be leftists and black racists with an agenda. However, Shotspotter does have supporters among those who worry more about crime than about “equity”.
Heh. Stated without contrivance, it’s almost funny.
For another illustration of the same manoeuvre, see also the Guardian on the wickedness of litter inequality. And note the rather obvious factor that somehow isn’t considered.
Finally. These womb-women are being put in their place.
Jordan opines.
Ah, but we must applaud the obvious cheating, while ignoring the 30% advantage of male weightlifters, even the ones who play dress-up and call themselves Vicki. We must learn to lie.
Man of God. Pronouns in bio.
No discussion ensues, obviously, despite many overtures from passers-by. But there’s lots of pre-emptive blocking.
Again, stupefying.
We must learn to lie.
That, or administer a simple test to see who is really a man.
One of those where, although you can see it coming, you cannot look away.
Man of God. Pronouns in bio.
Conversely, if you use DIE, WOKE™, or CRT* as an adulatory, you are most assuredly the racist in the room.
*(Offer does not apply to cathode ray tubes)
Because all Smart People know that there are just as many shootings in Winnetka and Highland Park as in Englewood and Garfield Park. /sarcasm
More plausible, I think. Ah, the times we live in.
Certainly leaves me bewildered and perplexed.
If you tilt your head and squint, the profundity and wondrousness will become apparent.
See?
Which God is the question.
Now I have coffee in my ear.
How about now? I suspect you’re not tilting anywhere near enough.
[ Fetches neck brace. ]
Still not seeing it.
Ah yes. From the SFHoF, Vol 27, I think…
Or not. Either way, a great ScFi title from the late 50s/60s…
That.
Well, they do seem to be expending quite a lot of effort on not noticing things.
Nonsense. I bring aesthetic wonders to dazzle and amaze.
Human Cheesy Poofs?
Administer a simple test….never ever let other guys put a blindfold on you. That in fact is an IQ test.
Traffic cameras: I have tried to see who is driving when people do something stupid–almost always impossible, certainly not for a traffic camera.
[ Suddenly remembers list of chores, wanders off, singing badly. ]
Well, it’s not like the “Unitarian” Church is a real church in the first place. But, sheeh, Easter?
But, sheeh, Easter?
Easter is so 2020, the Gesture Bunny will bring you Gesture eggs.
[ skin suit muttering intensifies ]
I’ll bring them a gesture, dammit.
It’s all about taking over other peoples’ holidays and traditions.
Quite.
It’s all about taking over other peoples’ holidays and traditions
There’s another factor here. Confectionary companies have learned that there’s year-round demand for these treats, so selling and branding them only seasonally is leaving money on the table. “Cadbury’s Creme Eggs” used to be “Cadbury’s Easter Creme Eggs”, on the packaging. They’ve dropped that so they can sell them year-round. Their Easter “Mini Eggs” are now also sold in red and green at Christmas. Hershey’s Kisses seasonal variations are no longer seasonal, etc.
Calling them “Gesture Eggs” (WTF does that even mean?) during the Easter season is absolutely some kind of fuckery, though.
Bets on whether they hesitate on producing ‘Pride Eggs’ for Pride
DayWeekMonth?“Look, mommy, those brown eggs don’t look like the other ones…”
In which an Amish-bearded grifter explains how questioning the propriety of a District Attorney appointing her lover to a position for which he was completely unqualified, paying him significantly more than his colleagues, using him as a slush fund for her own expensive treats and holidays, then perjuring herself in an attempt to conceal her behaviour is completely racist.
If the DA is black.
“Civil rights” attorney says the way to prevent cops being murdered by hard core criminals is to not pull over drivers who violate traffic laws. (Officer Jonathan Diller was shot by career criminal Guy Rivera who has 20 prior arrests.)
See also looting and shoplifting.
“Hollywood race-baiting is a disgrace”
What she said.
Hmmm, thanks Spiked – maybe there really is something positive in this Gender Self-ID nonsense!
Yes, that.
Apropos of nothing, I’ve opined that I don’t read medieval murder mysteries by female authors (because in general they’re much worse for injecting entirely anachronistic sentiments). I’ve been pleasantly surprised by Sharon Kay Penman’s Justin de Quincy series, which is a solid series with an interesting protagonist.
DEI, CRT, etc…
Fred sez: If you use racist as a pejorative, you are probably the racist. (This ain’t always true, but these days its the way to bet.)
[ Fiddles with spam filter settings. ]
Two sweet innocent 16-year-olds, cut down by “gun violence”.
Michael Brown’s 8th-grade graduation picture could not be reached for comment.
The YouToob page for Disney’s “Acolyte” trailer is worth visiting.
Not for the video -it’s dogshit. For the comments. They’re hilarious (while they last)!