Symbolic Beverage Crisis
Mr Destiny, who is, I gather, some kind of deep thinker, a moral colossus of the left, is apparently unable to make a mug of hot chocolate:
My Uber driver brought me my hot chocolate today on bike. It took 45 minutes to get here, and this is what happens as soon as I pick up the bag to bring it inside.
This is Trump’s America. pic.twitter.com/g4iBNXsQjt
— Destiny (@TheOmniLiberal) November 12, 2024
Needless to say, mockery ensues.
Update, via the comments:
Mr Destiny – aka Steven Kenneth Bonnell II – evidently felt that the moment above had some symbolic meaning, some charged political relevance. Which, I suppose, it does, in a way. Though not, I think, of the kind he imagines. In that, it merely tells us something about him.
Mags adds,
Quite. And it’s a world in which your cup of hot chocolate has its own driver.
I did briefly wonder if Mr Bonnell might be trying to make some ironic point about modernity and decadence, but that doesn’t appear to be his style at all. And even if the objective were to say, “Look at how decadent we are,” that doesn’t really work, since the more obvious message is “Look at how decadent I am…” The we being rather presumptuous.
And I suspect that many of us here manage to make it through the day, most days, without being overly decadent. Say, by not having single cups of hot chocolate needlessly delivered to our doors, seemingly on a daily basis. Or by not finding loudly announced amusement in the death of a random stranger who was trying to shield his family from gunfire during an assassination attempt on a presidential candidate.
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Darleen: you know what else is just like The Handmaid’s Tale? California, which recently passed a law requiring that the state furnish non-binary couples who wish to have children with a child-bearing person to produce such infants, The statute nominally requires the state to supply IVF to would-be parents who are deemed medically unable to produce children… but sponsors grudgingly admitted that it would apply to same-sex groupings yearning for parental fulfillment, thus requiring the state to furnish a mother to carry a fertilized egg to term, No explanation offered as to how these wombing services were going to be provided. Also, no comment was forthcoming from Margaret Atwood,
[Timidly raises hand]
In my defense, we always put a damp papertowel over the plate to keep the bread moist.
And if my coat’s going to be set on fire, I should also say that when we visited London recently, the wife and I had afternoon cream tea at Selfridge’s, and the tea tasted like my bagged tea at home (Twinings). But the clotted cream and jam on scones was heavenly.
(Which first? Oh the cream, topped by the jam.)
Hearing these kinds of heart-warming stories (about racist truck drivers) reminds me of our visit to a diner for breakfast in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania.
I mean, the rural part of Lancaster, outside the city. It near the tourist traps of Amish country, but there’s plenty of other farmers and blue-collar workers who pass through or buy land.
Swear to God, hand on my heart, it looked like a parody of diversity. If you had given a Hollywood casting director the order to pack a diner with as diverse a crowd you can find, he couldn’t have topped this.
Everyone was a minority here, even us, because there were whites, blacks, Mennonites, various flavors of Asian and dot-Indians. There were interracial couples, with their kids. All of us eating breakfast and basically living our lives.
Against that, I’ll mention the time I was in the barber’s chair in York, S.C., and the locals were ribbing one of the guys see standing idly at the curb ’bout the time the M.L.King parade was coming down the street. Don’t remember the n-word being tossed about, but a memory of general uncomfortableness about it.
Truly, we are living in Heinlein’s Crazy Years.
[ Summons Cardinal Fang on the red phone. ]
It’s the soft cushions for you, heretic!
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Admission: I have microwaved a few things that were too fragile for the toaster.
This is the sort of effed up stupidity that passes for thinking and moral reasoning in this country. Of course if you don’t follow this line of reasoning, you clearly are a NaziNaziNazi. Or something.
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https://www.city-journal.org/article/child-custodys-gender-gauntlet
This came so close to being a happy ending.
A certain age demographic voting explained.
Microwave a stale chocolate chip cookie, mmmmm mmmmm. Delicious.
Entenman’s are great when you first open the box, a few hours later they’re stale. Nukester to the rescue.
That, reheating some leftovers and defrosting frozen meat when you forget to take it out are what microwaves are for.
I have lived without one, but never without a toaster oven.
Well, Mr Bonnell’s obnoxious political noises and his poor lifestyle choices may not be entirely unrelated. One possibly being revenge for the other.
I suppose it’s worth bearing in mind that the tale-telling demographic above does include quite a lot of people who very much need monsters to exist, even when none are present, so that they can be seen by their peers as being opposed to such things.
This need to conjure monsters often entails embellishment, fabulism, and self-inflicted neurosis, as seen for instance here.
Lesbian, married to trans “woman”, murders father with ice axe on election night.
More than just a lesbian, a power lesbian according to the headline. Is that workable in a DnD session?
This is the sort of effed up stupidity that passes for thinking and moral reasoning
And this is why I remain on inactive status with the California bar. I used to practice Family Law there. In conversation with attorney friends still in practice, they tell me it is getting worst, the “trans sanctuary” state that blithely gives emergency jurisdiction over custodial issues when one parent – almost always Mom – runs to California because mean old Dad and mean old red state won’t allow her to start Billy . . . er, now Luna . . . on puberty blockers. How is she going to maintain her TikTok follower count otherwise?!
This is the sort of effed up stupidity that passes for thinking and moral reasoning
I tried reading the story. I am sorry, I can’t. I simultaneously want to cry and commit acts of violence against the judge. The Sysiphean fight of the father is absolutely heartbreaking.
“Minor’s counsel.” *spit* Unfortunately, that role is all too often used by lazy judges who delegate decision making to an attorney of their choice. I have had to deal with minor’s counsels that were good and others who wanted to wear a black robe but were not good enough/popular enough to get selected (or hired, as CA counties do with their commissioners).
Okay, some comic relief. One of the good minor’s counsels I dealt with was a woman I first met when I came in on a case to represent Dad. She came roaring up to me in the courthouse and said, “YOUR client was drinking BEER in front of the children!”
I snapped my fingers at her and replied, “And alcohol keeps mine alive, what’s your point?”
She smiled and said, “We’re gonna be friends.” And thereafter, we were.
[ Schedules tomorrow’s Ephemera. ]
On the more general topic of blaming everyone and anything else for the consequences of your own actions, this piece in The Guardian makes for entertaining reading:
What’s behind the global political divide between young men and women?, Jonathan Yerushalmy, The Guardian, Thursday 14 November 2024
The conclusion is priceless:
Because relentlessly messaging boys and young men that they are a burden and a blight on society, especially if straight and white, and discouraging them from speaking at every turn in classrooms across the western and industrialised world has absolutely been working like gangbusters so far [eye roll].
I see the actress Rachel Zegler is still doing all she can to repel much of the audience for her forthcoming film.
Previously in Ms Zegler’s merry world.
Good news everyone! A museum opening has been filled!
I believe it has been exposed here before (it is open to the public), but you can see the depth of the vibrant “high-impact programming” here.
I repeat: Australian
Have you tried making a pie floater in your microwave?
Good eats…
So, a meat pie “submerged… upside-down” in a slurry of liquidised peas. With tomato ketchup, to add a touch of class.
That’s a lot to take in.
I suppose it’s not unlike a pie and pea supper, which I’ve had, and enjoyed. It’s just the daunting quantity of pea slurry. I don’t generally think of meat pies as something you dunk and submerge.
And the ketchup. That would have to go.
So, a meat pie “submerged… upside-down” in a slurry of liquidised peas.
I know, imagine eating something like that instead of stargazy pie, offal meatballs, or jellied eels.
I wonder if that was the inspiration for Terry Pratchett’s Rat Surprise.
So, no coconut flakes either?
TBF, coconut seems a bit effete when set off against the other OFFICIAL alternate condiments, listed as mint sauce, malt vinegar optional.
Brrrr.
Re Charlemagne tha God, Mr. Beast, etc. . . .
Until I learn otherwise I assume such people are, well, low-lifes.
It’s amazing to me that these people can amass huge YouTube followings and become millionaires in the process. But it turns out that at least one of them, “Mr. Beast,” is willing to use his own money to help people by, for example, curing 1000 people of blindness or building fresh-water wells for poor villages in Africa. Of course, in the latter case he was denounced by right-thinking progressives for the racism inherent in the project. Better for Africans to die of thirst than be helped by a white man!
Lesbian, married to trans “woman”
Lesbianism…yer doing it wrong…
wth is a “power lesbian”, anyways? She’s married to a bloke so maybe power = performative? Still not as confused as the couple mentioned here awhile back, that were both kinds of trans – “straight, but with extra steps”.
Is she mighty and morphing?
I’m tempted to ask how one comes by such information.
One watches the local news, which was positively breathless at the stunningness and bravity of these women at overcoming their history as s*x workers while simultaneously assuring the viewers that there was nothing wrong with that as a career choice.
Given the prevalence of cluster B disorder among s*x workers, either before entering the trade or as a result of it, I’m not sure I’d trust a large group of them with such an expensive project.
Heh. Yes, I’ve seen that manoeuvre more than once.
I think I preferred our society when the range of things being lied about wasn’t quite so extensive.
stargazy pie
I took a fish head out to see a movie, didn’t have to pay to get it in.
[ Waters down Steve’s drink. ]