Our Betters Make Plans
Attention, comrades. My fellow heroes, titans, thinkers of deep thoughts. It is time to map out the world of tomorrow:
There are no post revolution theatre troops, only post revolution mine troops, comrade. pic.twitter.com/ACIref7r9r
— Hegel Borg™️ (@xxclusionary) June 10, 2024
Because after the revolution, we will need accessible theatre.
Presumably, to take our minds off all the riots and ruin and burning cars. Earlier revolutionary rumblings can be found here and here. Topics covered include the pivotal importance of “artists and visionaries,” and the righteous washing of other people’s bin contents. Thereby enabling us to “eat from a revolutionary and resistance standpoint.”
Consider this an open thread. Share ye links and bicker.
No one ever volunteers to run the sewer system.
Or to wash dishes.
Or even to mop floors.
Useless people are useless.
I didn’t think you could map out tomorrow because that would require heteronormative time.
Is today’s word ‘rationing’?
So it’ll be like theatre is now but without the money or talent?
Can’t wait.
Or indeed electricity, or drinkable water.
Didn’t you hear? “Taking the money out of it” will make the dramatic arts “so much better.” And this new, improved and ideologically corrected theatre will be brought into being by the seemingly bedridden.
I can’t quite decide if it’s sobering or comical to be reminded of their presence. These shakers of the world. I suppose it’s handy to know that our betters include willowy men who wear eye shadow, and enormously fat women who struggle to breathe. Or comprehend basic economics,
But no, we mustn’t harsh their revolutionary buzz.
Who are they going to recruit to do violence in support of their revolution?
I can’t see either of these two running through the streets with a pitchfork, can you?
I suspect that stairs might be an issue.
Or indeed electricity, or drinkable water.
Then how will I get my g-and-t at the entr’acte?!
[ Rummages under bar, hands Stephanie sobbing towel. ]
Related.
I used to think that if I earn the punishment of Hell, it would be being forced to attend an eternal production of Cats. Now I know it’s Cats with a revolutionary spin, i.e., rhyming dogma.
Evil.
Whatever it is, I think it’s kicking in.
I remember my father jokingly saying, “What’s the good of ya?”
I think saying that these days can get you arrested or something.
I propose a variant question: “what would you do, after the revolution, that couldn’t be traded for Deliveroo orders or cat food”
TBF, this one does need something to take its mind off all the gravity.
When she gets you dinner, but you wanted drugs.
[ Wrings out sobbing towel. ]
Spite as recreation.
“They’ll be fine. They can buy a house somewhere else.”
There’s a lot to be said for radical intolerance of antisocial people.
Mopping floors and cleaning toilets is what these would-be commissars should be made to do.
And if they behave themselves, after five years we’ll give them mops and brushes.
These shakers of the world.
TBF, if she can get out of bed she probably is, but seriously, when even your eyelids are fat, it is probably time to cut back.
Meanwhile, a similarly mentally afflicted lady scholar has thoughts about language.
You should say “reproductive health specialist” instead, but I am not at all sure if gynecologists are doing testicular cancer and prostate exams on women with girldiques, or if their urologists are also “reproductive health specialists” now also – for the inclusivity, you know.
And as the College Fix piece notes, the authors’ own paper is riddled with contradictions, failures to pretend. The convolutions multiply, as they must.
As I’ve said before,
I’ve yet to see a plausible ceiling, an obvious upper limit. A point at which, for players, the farce becomes too much.
“Hello. I am a vegan.”
I’m fairly sure that’s a skit, part of an ongoing series. Unless he just happens to have a very large number of utterly bonkers neighbours.
Didn’t he once have a neighbour complaining about the smell from his toilet while he was using said appliance?
Or was that someone else?
Now laughing as I type.
It’s increasingly difficult to distinguish satire from reality.
But then, didn’t David post once link to a video of eco-loons ritually lamenting at the tops of their lungs about “murdered” trees?
Absolutely.
Maybe it is just me, but it seems there is a pattern with leftists who don’t like the results of elections, regardless of where in the world they are.
Oh, I dunno. Maybe some third-worlders who already believe they’re ordered by God to conquer the world.
And then there are the people who play the “clown nose on, clown nose off” game.
It’s difficult to take seriously the vapourings of someone two Swiss Rolls® shy of forming an event horizon.
Well, yes, but, like everything else in their lives, they’ll do it badly.
More of that sweet, sweet, cultural enrichment delivered right to your doorstep.
In a more peaceful time, visionaries just grew their hair out and dropped out to find their utopia. Created communes. Opened vegetarian restaurants. Dealt weed to make ends meet. They were just as deluded but did not presume to impose their delusions on everyone else. Ah, good times….
I visited several of those communes back in the day. One supported by a rock band, one a way-station for drug dealers, a small one supported by an insurance settlement. Only one was sort of self-sufficient growing corn and such.
“She is fundamentally opposed to the system functioning as it’s designed to do.“
Another AWFUL. *shocked face*
“She is fundamentally opposed to the system functioning as it’s designed to do.“
With a surname like that, you just know she’d come out on the side of the criminals.
Why do I mention this, you ask?
Well because I believe that @David and Smil may share profound ontological concerns:
From there, our email conversation focused on bird feeders and how to defeat squirrels.
You’re welcome!
Or at least frustrate them,
Would that she’d get mugged by “migrants” while visiting the Reichenbach Falls.
The system is designed to protect people like her, too. Take leaf from her playbook and change the rules so that people like her are no longer protected. Sound fair?
[ Assembles squirrels on lawn, begins Phase Two. ]
Little known fact; the real reason Trotsky was forced out by Stalin was his failure to institute shitty communist theatre after the revolution.
Okay, there’s fat and then there’s FAT. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone whose face was so fat that their glasses sat an inch above the bridge of their nose.
University cafeteria woes.
Also, support farmers by not buying their animal products.
In a daring move, I raised the anti-squirrel cone by four inches and foiled Blackie (leader of the squirrel underground) who had learned that a long run and a flying leap could defeat my cone defenses at their previous height.