Friday Ephemera (716)
Vortex rings, Mount Etna. || Invisible drum kit. (h/t, Elephants Gerald) || A brief history of defenestration. || No good deed. || How to deal with insufferable, self-inflated wankers. || Heist movie. || Hygienic button-pushing. || Booty booty booty. || She has jam jars and takeaway boxes containing human brains. || A game of falling balls. A guide of sorts. || “The most unique gift for any man.” || Dragon chicken. || Ladies in a certain line of work. || “The sand is the weight of the artist.” || To send a message to the others, obviously. || Mongolian heavy metal. || Please don’t defecate in my grocery store. I paraphrase, but that’s the gist. || At least the poncho helped a little. || Petrol station scenes. || 1950s Super Panavision 70 Star Wars. (h/t, Elephants Gerald) || First impressions, they say.
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I once overheard two black security guards rejoicing “we won one” and immediately questioned whether they could be depended on to act impartially and without prejudice. And given that we had occasional crime and disorder incidents, this was not an empty concern. The final upshot was a permanent reduction in my willingness to live in an area with lots of black residents.
A small, brief, smile did cross my face.
a permanent reduction in my willingness to live in an area with lots of black residents
Scott Adams tried to warn us.
Two girls for every boy
I was thus already warned–by about 30 years according to that incident. Or 55 years if I count back to my public school days. All that’s changed over the decades is my personal estimate of what percentage of the population is not to be fully trusted.
There is a fine line between irony and cosmic justice.
This is not the first ethics professor to get caught recently doing unethical things.
Timeshare.
Living in peace was never possible. Some cultures must be eradicated.
Living in peace was never possible. Another example.
That reminds me:
Are any of you familiar with mid 20th century Italian cinema? Especially comedies or dramatic comedies made between 1950 and 1965? There’s a film I’ve been trying to identify but all online searches have failed. A bigamist musician supporting 2 (or was it 3?) families, none of whom know about the others.
A murrain on the lot.
To send a message to the others, obviously.
It needs to have a small gun to throw down to justify the beating.
pst314: “But there were people on the left who were not doing fake grievance studies research”
You’ll have to provide evidence backing up that statement.
Nah. Just scream out that it was “looking for little girls“.
I was told that California’s insanity, and that of the west coast in general, was kept west of I-5 by some sort of mysterious, invisible force.
Return to the primitive. They’ve actively chosen to regress.
As for Mongolian Metal, it is truly badass, but then I get to wondering about how the Mongolian empire was vast and long-lived, and now Mongolia is a backwater.
Egypt? Don’t make me laugh.
Greece? Rome? Persia?
Countries become imperial and immense and seemingly eternal. But then they decline, and they never rise again.
It’s practically a genre, and a forging of woke credentials. Basically, take something that’s very good and that a lot of people like, or have liked as children, and then problematise it, generally in a narrow, glib and self-satisfied way. While getting details hopelessly wrong and missing all kinds of subtlety.
Or, as Ben puts it, “joyless Buzzfeedesque finger-wagging.”
See also, certain popular songs of the 1940s.
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The author of the joylessly woke prattle, Lukas Shayo – CUNY and Brooklyn, naturally – complains about Calvin being “unsupervised in an enormous forest” – or, unregistered by Mr Shayo, what Calvin perceives as an enormous forest. This, remember, is a six-year-old boy who regularly ventures into outer space and who perceives his stuffed toy as an eloquent, talking tiger.
It reminded me of being six or so and, with my cousin, fearlessly exploring a small strip of woodland behind my grandmother’s house, and which six-year-old me chose to see as enormous and therefore a basis for adventure.
Given that the charm of Calvin and Hobbes so often hinges on the mismatch between what Calvin perceives and rather more mundane reality, you’d think that Mr Shayo might entertain such possibilities. But no. Wokeness must be announced. A posture assumed. That’s his priority.
Another example.
Apparently they’ve increased the felony charges to 16 and bail is at $2M now. I wish I had any confidence that the charges would stick.
I was watching Ms Patel’s weird, delinquent rant about others ‘not caring’ – that’s not caring about the wellbeing of a genocidally-inclined terrorist organisation and the people who support it – and about how that ‘not caring’ entitles her to murder people in their homes. And it occurred to me that I’m not convinced Ms Patel cares either, beyond using her professed cause, her professed caring, as a vehicle for her own spite and dysfunctional personality.
Those Central Asian empires were mostly based on killing, raping, and looting. I read that supposedly Tamerlan had killed off 5% of the world population in his day. Genghis Khan wiped out a city of 1.2 million over a three day weekend. They didn’t produce much of their own and quickly fell into internecine fighting. The stirrup thing, though.
David, that Patel thing, is familiar to the Indian community, and her behaviour is consistent – you would find it interesting (in terms of explaining her behaviour) that she is virulently anti Hindu and doesn’t quite care as much for what her own co religionists are suffering in say Pakistan, as she does for Hamas.
She is also well educated, clearly brought up by well off parents, but in highly woke environments, and part of her “education” fell into the hands of woke institutions – though not an excuse for her behaviour.
In a way, she is just like white upper class liberal women. Which is worrying, very worrying, because it suggests a systematic issue with their education and surrounding culture.
The distaste for her own community, and half crazed concern for random, undeserving “victim” groups, is also typical for such people. In a way the vitriol aimed at “white men” or live for “Palestine” is a common side product of their education.
pst314, re Italian bigamist comedy…might you be referring to Menage all’Italiana?
I think we’ll give that one a post of its own.
What about all the leftists in doing physics, chemistry, biology, etc? For just one example, how about Alan Sokal of the Sokal Hoax, who is a commie?
Should they be taken to the vet and neutered?
How about as a vehicle for her hatred of non-Muslims and especially of Jews? That seems to be a pervasive feature of aggressive Islam.
Sigh, no. It was black and white, and he did not want a divorce–was very fond of all his wives and families. I only remember a few scenes: Him playing in a symphony, later in a jazz bistro, hurrying from one family to another. At the end he quietly dies of exhaustion while sitting on a park bench, whereupon his families find out about him at the funeral. I saw the film around 1967 at a monthly showing of foreign and art films, such as the subtitled (not dubbed) Le Samourai.
That’s damned serious provocation. Especially in this day and age.
What you describe/described sounds vaguely familiar but it may have been on my “want to see” list when I got into Italian films for a while. As much as I enjoyed many of them, I don’t remember too many. I more remember the English speaking ones filmed in Italy though.
S-M-I-T-I-N-G can be fun.
They’re taking themselves in for that.
Don’t forget to read the tooltip/mouseover text/whatchamacallit.
Wasn’t there a blog called Smiting Day, back in the late 90’s/early 00’s? And wasn’t the name a reference to a Simpsons episode or something else in pop culture?