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I’m currently planning a few weeks in SW UK. All this food chat is making me … queasy. Yep, that’s the word.
Always respect the media.
The school in question has been mentioned here before.
Not entirely unrelated, always respect former Guardian columnists.
All this food chat is making me … queasy.
Just stay clear of the Gloucestershire boiled hamburgers and you’ll be fine…
[ Warm Spring evening, windows open, birdsong. ]
Just sayin’.
[ Warm Spring afternoon, window open, birds temporarily silenced by power tools. ]
Heh. See, I know you all imagine me to be some svelte and handsome creature of infinite sophistication, but I do enjoy the simple pleasures.
[ Listens to birdsong. ]
Just like we can all tell a XY trans, women who take T do not end up looking like a man. Many look like a 13 yr old boy. Some grow a beard and look like a bearded lady.
There is a weird pride being asserted in someone being “aromantic” as if that were a sexual orientation. It is probably low hormone levels. It is certainly not something to be proud of and it is not a sexual orientation. Oh well, the world we live in.
See: all-black and all-hispanic California schools being praised for total diversity.
What? Did I miss something earlier in this thread?
“sacred wolves”
Another FAFO in FL. And a 60 yo New Yawker tourist as well. Between this and trading mutual complements on hats with the black guy at the grocery store this morning I gotta say it’s been a pretty good day.
https://pjmedia.com/vodkapundit/2024/04/30/fafo-video-new-yorker-keys-florida-trump-supporter-car-but-then-n4928627#google_vignette
BBC gets community noted on Twitter
…birds temporarily silenced by power tools.
Great googly moogly, that is harsh, just squirting them with a garden hose would have shut them up, and less cruel than Sawsalls, drills, weedwackers or what ever y’all were hushing them with.
Good News Everyone! A new revised “pride” flag has dropped!
Helen Joyce: “The Chinese thought [transgenderism] was an elaborate joke.”
Also, ping.
Throw these useless twits (substitute vowel if you wish) in jail and problem solved.
Bless you, sir. May your draining board sparkle.
I suspect his dear wife will have something to say on the matter, possibly at length and possibly at volume.
Always the same unearned assumption, aired in the same pernicious way. That almost any sphere of activity is somehow at fault – and to be berated – if some entirely arbitrary race-and-gender ratio does not occur among its participants or employees.
See also here:
And note that the target ratios do not appear to relate to any actual expressed interest and aptitude among job applicants or school-leavers. Nor do they seem to offer any functional utility. But you mustn’t question them as goals, even politely, lest you be banished to the outer darkness.
Regarding the above, two items of possible relevance.
On the upside, it does reflect the mental chaos of the clowns who wave it about or plaster their classrooms with it. So there’s that.
LOL. Wrongthink detected! Hatelogic! Gravy train threatened!
At the time, I was rather nonplussed by the comment’s rejection. I found myself re-reading it, faintly puzzled, just in case I’d written something salty or untoward. I mean, given the zeal with which such targets are pursued – and given the corners that are being cut in order to pursue them, to say nothing of the implied insult – checking the basic assumptions of those pursuing such goals doesn’t strike me as improper.
But it seems we’re not supposed to question such assumptions, however faulty they may be, and instead we’re to simply defer, preferably with loud enthusiasm.
Here’s a cracking read. They really believe society should just support them to do whatever they want cos they call it Art.
Laughing in their faces is always appropriate.
That recalled to mind Chicago lawyer Jay Grodner, who keyed a Marine’s car back in 2008. Criminal conviction, ABA investigation, plus coverage in the Chicago Tribune and on blogs with large readerships, after which he seemed to disappear.
Today’s word is shaming.
It’s been a very common conceit for at least as long as long as I’ve been blogging. See, for instance, this. Though it has, perhaps, become more common to hear them saying the quiet part out loud.
And shunning.
I’m (fairly) new here so it looks like I’ve got some catching up to do then.
Have er fondled your Paypal button.
“Shut up!, they said”, today’s exciting installment of Predictable Responses!™
Or, “Gathering of demographic with high concentration of Cluster-B personality disorders results in behaviour one might expect from people with Cluster-B personality disorders.”
See also this.
And this.
And of course this classic illustration.
One of the things I’ve tried to do is make the blog content something that can be dipped into at any time, by which I mean, not too time-dependent. Hence the Reheated series. At risk of flattering myself, some of the items collected there may warrant a second look. Or in your case, a first.
Bless you, sir. Having bought new smalls, may you remember to turf out the old, unloved items, the ones with questionable elasticity, thereby avoiding an overstuffed drawer, half full of suboptimal undergarments.
Today is May 1st. May Day. What have you done to make a commie cry?
What have you done to make a commie cry?
Exist.
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Her name is Johanna King-Slutsky. A fine name for someone whoring for Hamas.
Related liveliness.
Action: One step away from the Soylent Green Scoops.
Reaction: LOL.
I call it Victims of Communism Day. And yes, I know idiot “conservatives” dedicated some other day in the fall that NOBODY notices as the memorial day. Which is why they are losers and continue to lose by losing every opportunity to win. Because, LOSERS. So today I will be reminded people that Communism, in all its forms including National Socialism, continues to be the #1 evil in this world even after turning the 20th century into the bloodiest in history.
That is some fine genuine frontier academic gibberish.
Why do they hate epileptics?
They’re proud. That’s why you should have a migraine.
Which, I suppose, would be symbolic.
Couldn’t get past the risible headline: “Why is the art world still married to meritocracy?”
The ‘art world’ dispensed with merit quite some time ago, along with ability, competence, and coherence.
“Do you want students to die of dehydration and starvation?”
Kind of depends on the students.
Why do they hate epileptics?
TBF, if they really hated them, they would use this TV test pattern version.
You were not moved by “Nails in Sand”? I’m shocked.
Given their behaviour, and their obvious contempt for others, not the ideal question to lead with, really.
A stupid question to begin with, the starvation is purely hyperbolic, no one is going to starve in a couple of days and I’m sure that the building has restrooms and water fountains.
Even if the administration turned off the water, toilets are good enough for cats and dogs, so another non-problem.
Which might lead you to want to return the favor. [ Opens coat to reveal fine selection of artisanal bats and clubs, and works by Schoenberg and Shostakovich. ]