Tidings
Or, He’s Put Tinsel On The Tip Jar.
Konkon’s Yawn, photographed by Tak.
As is the custom here, posting will be intermittent over the holidays and readers are advised to follow me on X, or subscribe to the blog feed at the very bottom of the page, either of which will alert you to anything new as and when it materialises.
Thanks for another 1.5 million or so visits this year and thousands of comments, many of which prompted discussions that are much more interesting than the actual posts. Which is pretty much the idea.
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Just think of my little face lighting up.
Curious newcomers and those with nothing better to do are welcome to rummage through the Reheated series in search of entertainment. You may find things you’d missed. And this, needless to say, is an open thread.
To you and yours, a very good one.
Something entirely devoid of controversy and politics.
Further to recent questions about Poilievre’s view on some trans issues – at least female identifying prisoners, I saw this a moment ago:Poilievre wrote on social media. “I can’t believe I have to say this: but when I’m prime minister, there will be no male prisoners in female jails. Period
I will try my luck with the link-o-matic anon.
Poilievre here
Oh, honey.
Speaking of “female identifying” prisoners, we visit California (naturally) where pronouns are mandated to ensure dignity of the alleged female alleged rapist.
The dignity of the victims being of no consequence.
To conceal the fact that POTUS is a head of cabbage.
Don’t be this guy.
Merry Christmas, all.
Merry Christmas, all.
No, we should reject cis-yte colonial fragility and embrace African American theology, especially queer African American theology, and while we are at it, let us not forget the Hindus.
And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.”
Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying,
“Glory to God in the highest heaven,
and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.”
Merry Christmas to all from us here at our homestead in East Tennessee.
There seem to be more than a few judges for whom words like “deranged” and “depraved” apply.
When Portand gets walled off a la Escape from New York, make sure he’s there.
An election map Christmas card
Merry Christmas, blog host (and commenters).
Pinged you something for your trouble.
Bless you, sir. Should you be given for Christmas a bottle of whiskey, which you don’t drink, may you still enjoy the pleasure that the giving of said item gives to the giver.
And one more time, thanks to all who’ve chipped in, or subscribed, or done shopping via the Amazon link, including all those much too shy to say hello. It’s much appreciated and is what keeps this place here.
Exactly. Activists’ displacement of compassion.
Dark
TriadTetrad again.If they learn how to make fire, we’re screwed.