Reheated (105)
For newcomers, some items from the archives:
Telepathy Not A Thing, Women Hardest Hit.
Empowered feminist exhausted by hiring servants, planning holidays, brushing daughter’s hair.
The psychological intricacies of Ms Hartley’s preferences regarding bathroom cleaning do not appear to have been expressed directly to Her Loving Other, who, we’re told, “willingly complies to any task I decide to assign to him.” Perhaps he, or one of his friends, will read Harper’s Bazaar, at which point the full scale of her discontent will become apparent. Why Ms Hartley chose not to convey this issue directly is not entirely clear. Though it seems she’s been quite busy publicly cataloguing her husband’s faults – which extend from telepathic inadequacy to a failure to return gift wrap to its usual storage location.
Apocalypse Averted With Collective Juddering.
We will save the planet with jive, quickstep and Viennese waltz.
Because “dancing and singing could be part of the solution to the climate emergency.”
Their Happiness Hurt My Feelings.
The intersectional perils of video conferencing. With mad people.
Curiously, given the stated importance of “sensitivity” and being mindful of what things might mean, we aren’t invited to ponder the kind of person who would resent someone else’s wedding photo. And then complain about it. Or whether such neurotic affectations, these unhappy mental habits, are something to be actively encouraged. In the name of progress. At a university.
From Salon, wrenching tales of “water bottle separation anxiety.”
At which point, it occurs to me I may be misusing the word explain.
For those craving more, this is a pretty good place to start.
This blog is kept afloat by the tip jar buttons below.
They are, I think, the ones that stand up best.
“This… happens to be my wife!”
“Oh, bad luck.”
I need to find the groom and advise him to run as fast as he can, pick up a bruner phone, delete all social media, and assume a new identity.
I didn’t realize there were so many Carry On films until I looked them up for this comment thread. I may have only seen one of them, in the 60’s, when I was quite young.
Most unexpected film: Carry On Emmannuelle. I’d completely forgotten about that soft-core porn film Emmannuelle, which got some trendy attention from the “smart” people back in the 70’s, but I now recall vaguely that the author was one of those 70’s no-sex-should-be-taboo advocates–in other words someone who should not look after your kids.
“I can’t say the same.”
lol
She doesn’t like being the center of attention, and yet here she is posting on TikTok.
“they got away before we had a chance to get our revenge”
“they got away before we had a chance to get our revenge”
I am sure he is a nice unbiased guy.
The
unspankedspanked.Bookmark time, Calvin and Hobbes version:
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Hilarious.
Original source.
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Between the BIble and Byron, educated and even uneducated Europeans were a lot more familiar with Assyria and Babylon than even educated Europeans these days, and more to the point, educated Europeans were as well informed, or better informed, about those civilizations than those civilizations’ theoretical heirs and stewards.
What did it take – the initiative to dig up the mounds of earth to see what was underneath, and then a gentleman amateur/Indian civil service language examinee/crossword puzzle enthusiast/cryptographer effort to figure out the scripts, but the Muslim empires, whose gigantic intellectual achievements we’re required to bow to, didn’t have the curiosity to do in a millennium and a half of dominance of the region.
Most invaders try to destroy the cultural heritage of the nations they invade – you were nobody and had no culture before we arrived to enlighten you. Can Europeans get credit for a funny sort of cultural dominance where the “oppressors” go to some trouble to bring to life the ancient cultures of the “oppressed”. If the Pakistanis deciphered Pictish, wouldn’t it be a source of wonder and gratitude?
Those Muslims had worked very hard to eradicate the civilizations they conquered.
Come to think of it, where in the world today do Muslims passionately seek to discover, preserve, understand, and celebrate “infidel” civilizations?
It’s all so tiresome, as the meme goes.
I only recently learned that when the Boers first arrived in South Africa, there was nobody there. The Zulus arrived later than the Boers.
I’ll bet most people in the West didn’t know that, either.
The annoying bride / wife is apparently a comedy act.
A very nasty piece of work. Which you could see coming just from the glasses.
The account that posted the video has a South African flag in its namespace, so I’m not sure what is being said here or by whom.
Another nasty piece of work.
As others have noted, Mr Trump has a knack for making his progressive opponents reveal themselves in all their loveliness. In this case, racism, snobbery, and inexhaustible spite. A fake-smile malice.
Oh, and self-satisfaction, obviously.
Representing the scope of it all.
A great deal of progressive psychology is about one thing pretending to be another. It can get quite dizzying, with all the incoherence and shifting sand.
It does save a lot of parsing, and a lot of time, when the base motives are revealed.
I am not like these people.
Exulting in your submission.
This place does sometimes have the air of a David Attenborough documentary. And the anthropology tag does get more use than I’d anticipated.
Regarding which, a theory.
A very nasty piece of work. Which you could see coming just from the glasses.
I am reminded of the farmhands in Flannery O’Connor’s story The Displaced Person.
Regarding the Afrikaners, if that happened, they’d only bomb Pearl Harbor again.
Exulting in your submission.
Now is the time on Sprokets we dance.
The floor below. (full screen recommended)
Nit pick: My understanding is that there was already a scattered population of Bushmen hunter-gatherers.
Also: I’m not sure about numbers, but wasn’t a large part of the current population numbers due to migration of blacks drawn to the employment opportunities created by the Afrikaners?
Blimey. Took me a second to spot that.
Listen to the chirping of the ceiling bird.
I now have no idea whether the ceiling bird videos I’ve seen lately are real or dubbed for mischief. And I’m still struggling to understand how anyone can endure the aggravation of a piercingly loud smoke alarm battery warning, seemingly for days or weeks on end.
I mean, what’s the thought process…?
There was a 4.1 earthquake centered in east Tennessee a couple days ago. People in the GA/TN/NC area here were much abuzz about it. Wife and I happened to be walking the neighborhood at the time but noticed nothing. When we passed neighbors doing lawn work they were amazed we didn’t notice. I checked my cameras back at out house but none of them registered anything.
True. Lots of fakery online, and if caught the creators will pretend to be satirists. The chirping in this video is uncharacteristically loud, although that proves nothing.
Blacks and smoke alarm batteries is a decades-old thing: Theft of smoke alarm batteries was widespread 30 years ago. And blacks would do nothing to prevent such thefts (when they weren’t the ones doing the thieving) while also refusing to replace them, asserting that the landlord was obligated to stop by every other day to replace those stolen batteries.
The chirping is something that was first noted online about 20 years ago, as I recall.
We bring you art, whereby we learn Arabs built (cleans glasses) Versailles and other dubious profundities.
Yet another young scholar.
Double-barreled excuses: it was an accident and he suffers from “homicidal schizophrenia”.
Same here, from the doughty Mr. Webb.
It seems much of what’s being said and written about Africa, especially sub-Saharan Africa, is firmly based on fundamental untruths.
The “random” bullets, which supposedly no-one fired, twice, into her home.
White (real) women dancing and celebrating with them. Women could stop this nonsense. But they won’t. It’s going to take men, real men, to get violent and crack a few heads. Then the pussy-men lawyers will eventually come around once they are met with real threats of physical violence from real men. The problem we have right now is that the real real men are still too chickenshit to stand up to the fake real men. Eventually that standoff will be broken. Either by the real real men in our culture or the kind we are importing.
This all goes back to our society consuming too much fiction but people look at me like I’m an idiot when I say that.
Memorable insult: “you inkless pen”
Stop.
Few men, or women for that matter, have the wherewithal to utterly destroy their lives – which is what will happen to anyone following your prescription.
Get violent. Crack a few heads. Land in jail. Become national news. See every aspect of your entire life spread far and wide. See friends, acquaintances, colleagues, associates attacked unrelentingly until they retreat. Spend years and untold wealth being dragged through criminal and civil courts, with the law arrayed against you at every turn.
These are the consequences of that course of action . . . and it takes a lot to willingly tie on a hachimaki and crash and burn.
Also: I’m not sure about numbers, but wasn’t a large part of the current population numbers due to migration of blacks drawn to the employment opportunities created by the Afrikaners?
Yes, exactly so, on farms, the cities, and the mines.
“Anything I need, give me.“
Yet another young scholar.
♫♪Gaudeamus igitur,
Iuvenes dum sumus!♫♪
Our betters opine.
No laughing at the back.
No laughing at the back.
“I rode around in the parking lot…”
JFC, they are too stupid to hear how stupid they sound.
Or, “I am absurdly dishonest and factually wrong, wildly so, on every point, yet I feel entitled to remain indignant – and to be treated as if I were right.”
Speaking of our betters: Infamous feminist quotes.
Good thing I don’t like this coat.
Lutheran school hosts ‘Queer Prom’ with ‘free HIV testing’ for teens as young as 14
Gosh, why all the HIV testing if “queer” people are “just like everyone else”?
Never mind the question of why a parochial school is doing this and why the government is subsidizing it.
And note the masked she-goblin in the background. The one being needlessly and recreationally obnoxious while feigning compassion: “You don’t even care.”
Caring, it seems, being something entirely unrelated to facts or reality.