Reheated (92)
For newcomers, some items for the archives, on a loosely health-related theme.
“Equity” woo comes to Canada’s Royal College of Physicians and Surgeons.
We are, however, told that the priorities of physicians, nurses, and medical administrators should be less about “professionalised knowledge,” those drug dosages and such, and more about “lenses of social justice.” These allegedly corrective lenses will “allow physicians to more effectively engage in… social change.” Suitably re-educated, their mentalities rewired, medical workers will have “bidirectional relationships with… the land.” Which is obviously what you want when that itchy rash won’t go away.
Get Thee Behind Me, Mr Kipling.
The trauma and violation of being offered a slice of cake.
Professor Jebb insists that her desire to make workplace cake-bringing taboo – and seen as something harmful and antisocial – is “not about the nanny state,” or, dare I suggest, some personal inadequacy. You see, the advertising of cakes and other confections – and the fact that they may be accessible in the workplace – is “undermining people’s free will.” Free will being demonstrated only by compliance with Professor Jebb’s New Rules Of Cake-Eating. And which is why, one assumes, this grown woman, a professional intellectual, can’t say no to a bit of sponge.
Guardian columnist denounces Western medicine as “outdated,” champions use of bush dung.
Despite attempts to romanticise aboriginal medicine, the persistent differences in health and lifespan rather speak for themselves. If aboriginal approaches, untainted by “colonial organisations,” are so praiseworthy and desirable, one wonders why aboriginal people suffer from alarming rates of diabetes, cancer, tuberculosis, chlamydia, and any number of other afflictions – from cardiovascular problems to hearing loss and disastrous oral hygiene. And the less contact they have with the “biomedical models” that so offend Ms Blow, the more pronounced the disparities seem to be. Being “disruptive” and “the antithesis of colonial” doesn’t appear to be working out awfully well.
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Not sure where I saw it but in this dust up over the KC kicker talking Catholic values at a Catholic university, some (supposedly) KC cheerleader did a very condescending, cringe-laden one of those videos scolding said kicker. Because of course.
A little light entertainment: Remember Terryology? in which actor Terrence Howard “proved” that one times one equals two? In this interview, he “explains” why the Periodic Table of the Elements is all wrong. It’s funny how many crackpot theories involve “tones” or “vibrations”. A definite “Booked on Phonics” vibe but with a slightly less obviously moronic use of jargon. I used to know hippies who spouted analogous blather.
Some people are just effing blind. For instance, I have met many skiffy fans who cannot see the Nazi symbology in Paul Verhoeven’s Starship Troopers. Even though Verhoeven virtually bludgeons the viewer with his message. And don’t get me started (for the millionth time) on liberals not seeing fascism and communism.
Heh. I would bet many, many of the same people had no problem seeing the Nazi symbology of the CPAC stage. I have (had?) one such friend.
I dunno about the CPAC stage (never saw it) but many of these fans seem to be blind to most everything outside crude plot and sci-fi ideas. They are the natural audience for the crudest sci-fi pulp writers: I would hear them enthusing about some new writer, but when I glanced at the story I would see the usual crude drek–clumsy dialogue, wooden characters, silly cultures and surroundings, and so on.
The NY Post has the tiktak vid embedded. If you have to view it on TikiTaki, the comments are mainly “yassss kween”, unsurprisingly.
Of course we should also replace the kicker with a woman because one kicked a 32 yard kick off once.
Right, the NFL should base its ticket sales on the U of Manitoba, because they are totes similar.
I know, a soccer ball is the same as a football, and flying a Cessna 152 is the same as an F-22. Easy peasy. What would we do with out the wisdom of wannabe sportswriters?
I caught a lot of crap for “not seeing” this.
Great googly moogly, this is just AWFL.
This is much more AWFL. Yet we tolerate all of it. Right down to letting them castrate children. Because hey, #Science!
The Beeb, never fails to impress.
Paraphrased, but not much.
I thought you meant your family was over for a visit.
Haven’t seen/heard much here in northeast GA. Though now that you mention it, there is something of a mid-day ambient sound. Which I now can’t stop hearing.
I always to go to the BBC for a balanced perspective:
On the one hand we have
On the other
See. Completely objective.
Why we are doomed.
Then imagine a canister of mustard gas.
from the link:
Of course he does. Just another Beltway hack. Living parasitically upon our culture.
And liberal women? Countless silly bints have lectured me that woman make just as good police officers and firefighters and infantry.
Earnestness is stupidity sent to college. – P. J. O’Rourke
The bus you’re tossed under is chartered.
It’s easy to ignore the buzzing of the cicadas. Harder to ignore the carpets of corpses littering the sidewalks.
The buzzing noise of Communists and cicadas.
Can’t we imagine them working forever in the potato fields? They’d be living their dream. Right?
Yeah, that 32-yard kickoff. Kicked from the 35, 15 yards to the 50, it bounced on about the 39 on the other side…so…more like 26 yards. Maybe. And that was kick off. Which, if you read much of the “sports” reporting on it, they never specify. Plausible deniability of course, but they want you to think it was a (very modestly) respectable 32 yard field goal. I did find a video of her barely, barely making an extra point. Which is the equivalent of maybe, maaaaybe a 20 yard FG. But yes. Yay. Go girl! Slay queen! Sure. And of course she plays for a brainy school like Vanderbilt. Because only smart people would be stupid enough to pretend this is some sort of accomplishment.
Sooo, curious about something…I popped into visit my favorite Never-Trumper, TDS folks at Patterico yesterday to seehow the legal jeeenyuses over there were processing this farce of a travesty of a travesty of a mockery of a sham of a mockery of a travesty of two mockeries of a sham of this Trump trial going on. Someone here, one of the ladies, I think Dicentra, used to work with him and a couple others are familiar with the blog. Anywayz…for a blog that gets sometimes hundreds, sometimes just dozens of comments a day, I notice that there hasn’t been one there since early yesterday. Curious if something happened or if perhaps somehow I’m blocked from witnessing that train wreck.
The travails of the modern educator.
Spraying the former with malathion is frowned upon for some reason.
What do you call a group of communists, anyway?
A lie of communists?
A betrayal of communists?
A plague of communists?
They’re communists. How much useful labour do you think we’d get out of them? Be better to use them to fertilise the potato fields.
If you’re properly prepared, dead.
Trollops used to have a modicum of modesty.
For the ostensible issue even to crop up as an impending drama – a drama that is clearly titillating for this teacher – so many other things have to have already gone off the rails.
As someone asks in reply, “How did teaching become such a magnet to these types?” And as the archives here confirm, they are very much of a psychological type. The kind of wearying narcissist who uses other people’s children as a captive audience, a source of lifestyle affirmation, an underage support group.
Ah, but the fun is in getting any useful labor out of them. While reminding them daily that this is what they demanded.
Rampant black racism and corruption in the Washington DC Metro system: a thread.
And the original article at the Washington Times.
Note, by the way, that the black racism is directed at all other races, not just whites, which puts the lie to all the “we’re just seeking just reparations” bullshit.
She comes off as humble-bragging on how “hot” she is that “partners” are willing to share her.
Of course she has trans/bi flags in the classroom, but heaven forbid you feel she’d have a total meltdown if one of her students were to bring up Harrison Butker’s speech in any sort of positive light. Committed relationships aren’t even just boring anymore, they need to met with horror.
No, she doesn’t have to be ‘honest’ with her students about her sex life. People are allowed or SHOULD keep one’s intimate life as PRIVATE. Outside of noting if one’s teacher is married or single or has kids, then the conversation should proceed to [non-sexual] hobbies, education achievements, books read and major influences.
ANY teacher who feels ‘compelled’ to share their sex-lives with students need to be sacked and barred from any job that puts them in an authority position over minors.
It is people like this slattern that has made me militant about this.
I have met many skiffy fans who cannot see the Nazi symbology in Paul Verhoeven’s Starship Troopers
But that’s the fun part – pretending that you unironically agree with the Federation in every way and watching their heads explode. I’m doing my part!
Now do Firefly and the Reconstruction South.
I would see the usual crude drek–clumsy dialogue, wooden characters, silly cultures and surroundings, and so on
I think David’s point about Doctor Who applies to most SF more generally: it’s about the idea of the thing more than the execution.
Just ask the University of Manitoba how ticket sales were last year
Wait, there’s a University of Manitoba?
The kind of wearying narcissist who uses other people’s children as a captive audience
Borderlines/cluster Bs seek out jobs where they work with children and the elderly because it puts them in a position of control and authority over their surroundings. ‘Twas ever thus; the problem (as WTP keeps saying) is that the rest of us have abandoned the duty of vetting the people who influence our children.
[ Tries to seduce Darleen with slice of Battenberg. ]
It’s moist.
I never worked with Frey, but he is (still?) a dda in Los Angeles county and I was a chief clerk in the San Bernardino DA office. I was a regular commenter and actually met with Frey IRL years ago (along with a few other bloggers). I especially enjoyed his year-roundup of some of the more spectacular eff-ups of the Los Angeles Times.
After his total meltdown and obsession with taking down Jeff Goldstein, I stopped visiting the site.
OoooOOOOOooo!!! How did I miss there was CAKE!!! [swoon]
On the other hand…
It seems I have acquired dominion over the fairer sex.
Didn’t see that coming, frankly.
I must ponder exactly how to use this awesome, terrible insight.
A classic:
Think Nurse Ratched with blue hair and piercings.
With great power . . .
Sod it, go wild.
If that Battenberg doesn’t work, maybe this one will…
This is the Hiroshima of Community Notes.
She comes off as humble-bragging on how “hot” she is that “partners” are willing to share her.
There are two types of polyamorous people: deeply damaged and deeply insecure, using sex to get the love and attention they actually crave; and predators.
The rewards of being an “ally” in the workplace
These are people determined to learn no lesson either particular or general, and never ever to stray from the ideological frame.
What’s funny about that joke? Is it the “officially” part: the administrative error of an ideologically compliant person being investigated by the thoughtcrime bureaucracy? Is it the “transphobe” part: that because she’s literally afraid of this trans who’s made a threat, that in some literal reading she is a ___ but of course we all know she’s not the sort of person who that scarlet letter is intended for.
And it might not be productive for a husband to forbid his wife from a dangerous workplace, or to barge in and make a scene, but one way a husband can still fulfil his protective role is to override his wife’s inclination to be agreeable and confirmist: listen honey, you might have to say these things but you must never believe them, and you must never be alone in a room with one of these people.
I must confess to being one of them, because I freakin’ love the book* and the movie unironically. Yes, some of the uniforms have that “designed by Hugo Boss” look to them.
But remember Rio, which was nuked by the bugs to kick off the war? Remember our inability to negotiate or even talk to them? (Please, correct me if I’m misremembering this.) Doesn’t it boil down at that point to “it’s us or them?”
* With the proviso that it’s limited to this Heinlein novel and not all of them. He got really loopy near the end.