Friday Ephemera (715)
And then he gets indignant. || The Ogmios School of Zen Motoring. (h/t, Elephants Gerald) || An unhappy angle. || Notable ceilings. || Cheeeldren of the night. || Coffee time. || Worried cucumber. || Condiment cunning. || “What is in your freezer?” 1976. || They’re made of British. || Because you demanded it, AI music. || I bring you art. Related. || “Someone who is unable to pinpoint their gender due to the stress of the questioning process.” || The progressive retail experience, parts 542, 543, 544, and 545. || Protect your Cybertruck from “electromagnetic pulse disturbances.” (h/t, Things) || Dawn chorus. || “Deeply weird,” indeed. || Question asked, answered. || Children speak of things to come, 1966. || Giraffe and chiropractor. || And finally, scenes of emergency service.
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Everything must be redefined, comrade. Also,
pleasenote that ‘Social Engineering’ now means maliciously obtaining someone’s login credentials, not whatever it meant in the before times. You will hand in your remaining dictionaries to the local Language Commissar.I now regret not buying more dictionaries and other references before the 1990’s.
It seems passing odd that it takes derangement enhanced by with synthetic hormones to resurrect a familiar mode of address.
July 4, 1954: meat rationing ends in the UK. Nine years after the war ended.
I have something in my eye.
Absent a ‘trans’ Anthony Fauci ‘gain of function’, it’s hard to see how 0.5% of the population is going to pull off a genocide.
1971 — Heh.
“That’s what thee said.”
Short for Banjaxed.
I blame glossy, in-flight magazines.
That one is hilarious, barkeep.
*hits tip jar*
“It’s not just gift wrap disarray, you know. Shoes are also left untidily. Sorrows accumulate.”
Someone once remarked that separate bathrooms and closets facilitate marital harmony.
But I think separate homes are necessary when “emotional labor” enters the picture.
You’re very kind. Actually, I was re-reading it earlier and I did make myself laugh. Not sure I should tell you that, in case it reflects poorly on me, but there we are.
Bless you, sir. May your bathroom sink plughole be unobstructed by gunk, clag, and other unspeakable beastliness.
But not before bringing about some memorable letters in 84, Charing Cross Road (good book; dunno about the movie).
And babies.
The endearing fantasies of the left, or how I stopped thinking of them as well-meaning fellow citizens.
When you end up in the bucket.
This is why owners of rental apartment buildings pay plumbers to clean out the waste lines every year.
Let’s not forget that Ms Hartley is a woman who insists that “women aren’t nags,” while complaining, at great length, in a national magazine, about how “exhausting” it is to hire domestic servants to clean her bathrooms for her. A woman supposedly oppressed by the booking of holidays, the writing of shopping lists, and the brushing of her own daughter’s hair.
A woman who thinks that her farcical bitching makes her a sympathetic figure.
I’m guessing marital harmony was never on the cards.
Separate homes. Weekly conjugal visits during which she remains gagged at all times.
Hey, I’m just offering helpful suggestions.
“Deeply weird,” indeed.
It’s social shaming and hybristophilia (which is just a form of alpha male mate selection). Progressives are women. Simple as.
Recognize anyone?
I agree: Respond accordingly.
It’s now de rigueur that all arrests include an appeal to St. George of Floyd.
At first glance I thought they’d got the flavour wrong.
Or should they be offered a tenured professorship at Northwestern University?
And the obligatory “I can’t breathe”.
Turning them into mulch surprisingly not offered as an option.
Mulch is a laudably “green” option.
Among other colours.
True.
Mulch is a laudably “green” option.
The Soylent Green option.
From over at Ace’s, a public defender.
More like something the public should be defended from.
You can now minor in anti-black racism when you major in anti-white racism.
…and anti-asian racism, anti-Jewish racism, anti-hispanic racism…well, really, anti-everthing-not-black racism.
From over at Ace’s, a public defender.
I wondered what had happened to Kayla Lemieux. “She” clearly found a competent cosmetician.
I have no trust at all in what diverse Chicagoans might have done to the ketchup or nozzle of a public ketchup dispenser.
There is no woman officer of the court — DDA/ADA or PD or private attorney who would be allowed in a courtroom so attired. Courtrooms have dress codes and an attorney (female) who showed up like this would be escorted out by the bailiffs and barred from it until they came back in appropriate clothing.
This LARPing male is demonstrating his contempt for court and showing how these trans-bullies are intimidating/daring anyone to object.
Well, it’s a weird thing to see, especially first hand. Over the years, I’ve had several exchanges with people who were, shall we say, to my left, whose outrage was misplaced to a degree that seems perverse. Such that their expressions of annoyance and moral indignation were reserved, not for the feral creature once again bringing horror to the innocent, but for the police who brought the horror show to an end, decisively, with a bullet. As if it were somehow a needless death.
As if you should be able to repeatedly rob and menace others, at gunpoint, or repeatedly stab women, or rape them in the street, in broad daylight, and somehow be spared any risk of decisive consequences. As if people – other people – should be infinitely patient and infinitely accommodating of feral behaviour and mortal danger, and simply tolerate enormous risk, whether to themselves or others.
Presumably, on grounds that the monstrous and incorrigible should be given a fifteenth chance. And thereby emboldened.
[ Added: ]
From the post about Zack Ford, linked above:
Answers on a postcard, please.
The machines dispense ketchup packets, like any snack vending machine. But your point is well taken about the more obnoxious Chicagoans–who are not all “diverse”, by the way.
From that comment thread:
Also: mediocre minds lashing out at society for not giving them sufficient recognition and remuneration. I am a Superior Being! I should be pulling down a big salary doing big things at a big institution, yet here I am doing routine tasks at this ordinary place!
OK, this is from 2021, but it is a headline for the ages.
The lede is also one for the record books.
He really screwed the pooch.
That.
Well, extending to habitual criminals an unwarranted (or perverse) leniency, and generally not following through on repeated warnings, doesn’t strike me as a sure-fire way to encourage civilised behaviour.
There’s also, I think, an assumption – common among progressives – that being civilised somehow means that you should be ostentatiously lenient towards the undeserving, the incorrigible, and the dangerous. As if appreciating a high-trust society, and being suited to living in one, means that you shouldn’t be willing to see that high-trust society maintained. A maintenance that necessarily entails a fairly low tolerance of those who violate it.
I laughed and I’m not sorry.
Very much related.
“Why, this makes perfect sense. Lefties are the only people who immediately tell everyone about their politics. People elsewhere on thd political spectrum don’t need to be told that a neighbourhood Facebook group isn’t the appropriate place to spam others with political opinions.”
Indeed. I have personally witnessed this, where leftists would insert leftist political talk in groups and email lists which were supposedly supposed to be strictly non-political. And when I objected, I was told by other leftists that I was being “too sensitive”.
Another example, one of many.
The example immediately above was relatively innocuous, compared to many others, but it follows the familiar pattern – the same presumption and tone-deafness. A failure to read the room. With the result that others are then obliged to decide whether to be polite, say nothing, and hope the presumption won’t be repeated, or to point out the obvious – that the political noises are incongruous and unwelcome – and thereby risk the thing becoming an issue.
It’s just… rude.
These things do have a tendency to cascade. On a baseball group where the post was about the numerous mistakes and disasters that the Cincinnati Reds had made in their history, I noticed that their one time…problematic?…owner Marge Schott was missing, so I casually mentioned her. Then someone pointed out to me that the post indicated, somewhat hypothetically, that being “owned by the most terrible person one could possibly imagine” would be worse. For all her faults* I really didn’t think that “the most terrible person one could possibly imagine” was meant specifically to refer to her. So I said I the most terrible person I could possibly imagine would be some like Chairman Mao. Ooh, I made the post “political”.
* She was an incredibly cheap owner at a time when salaries in MLB were skyrocketing, though she was trying to keep prices for tickets and hot dogs low for the fans. She got into public spats with players whom she criticized for not playing when hurt and often made disparaging racial comments about their efforts. She really caught hell when she said the problem with Hitler was that he went too far.
Quoting White House press briefings will get you nowhere.