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“Grading for equity”, guaranteed to produce the best and brightest.
I’m just going to leave this here.
Not merely “not a threat” but “I share your values.”
Are all British cabs still black cabs?
Loo-ten-ant.
[ Stares pointedly at David. While wearing fireproof coat. ]
No, even in London, the vast majority are private hire cabs, Ubers, etc.
‘Under the auspices of morality you leave the weakest people unable to defend themselves.’
Small child, tin of paint, car interior.
Attention, menfolk in heat. A tempting offer.
grading for equity: the conceit is that whites are just given jobs and don’t have to earn it. But this is rarely true (of course some idiots are likeable and get a job they can’t perform…). Giving a job to the unqualified leads to incompetent performance of jobs and everyone suffers. Like bank screwups I’ve mentioned here before, or KJB supreme court justice saying the votes missed by the banned Maine representative (who objected to trans in girls sports) were “not that important”, or science articles that are gibberish or mechanics who install an airplane door wrong and it falls off during a flight. Give everyone a participation trophy and a job and the modern world goes to shit in no time.
Ping!
Bless you, madam. When cooking meatballs and an arrabiatta sauce, may you not discover that the pasta stashed at the back of the fridge has in fact expired, by more days than is decent.
Give everyone a participation trophy and a job and the modern world goes to shit in no time.
Goes? We’re nearly in the past tense here – the increase in incompetence is becoming quite noticeable of late as those who were hired/received degrees on merit are retiring and being replaced by DIE tokens.
The joys of public transit.
If this isn’t a piss take, someone needs serious help, either way, that guy resembles a woman like a jonboat resembles an Iowa class battleship.
In some ways my heart breaks for this poor guy who was told a terrible lie. In other ways, he might very well be Cluster B, so he’s a nightmare to deal with in any situation.
— Veritas
Not entirely unrelated: They’re “finessing” the language, to do “work that is covert.”
Janique Sanders, seen in the video, brandishes her pronouns and is, she says, “dedicated to advancing equity.”
Deceiving parents and the taxpayer is, apparently, a small price to pay.
An enthusiasm for deceiving parents – an active delight in doing so, repeatedly – is, as we’ve seen, a signature of the phenomenon:
But hey, let’s put the liars in charge. The ones who lie to parents, over and over again, and who then lie each to other about their lying.
It’s quite odd, when you think about it.
The people to whom you’re obliged to entrust those most precious to you – your children – are not infrequently the same people who gleefully and repeatedly deceive you, and who, as above, may boast of doing so, in order to propagate their own unhinged worldview and pernicious racial conspiracy theories, and who wish to inflict on your children what can only be called psychological abuse.
Say, when insisting that children must seek “absolution” for their “whiteness,” and that insofar as white people have any culture at all, it is merely “the culture of death.” Or when exulting in the prospect of white children’s personalities being subject to “disintegration,” such that the child feels “white guilt,” “white shame,” and announces, or rather confesses, “I feel bad for being white.”
An education in which sleep deprivation and alienation from friends and parents are considered both progress and an imperative. And in which eight-year-olds, the pale ones, are to be bullied and manipulated until they feel “discomfort, guilt, shame, embarrassment and humiliation.” “Change-making,” as they put it.
These sadistic bedlamites.
In entertainment news, it turns out that Patrick Stewart exists, canonically, in the Star Trek universe, and that Captain Jean-Luc Picard has been reading about Mr Stewart’s acting career.
Nothing like sportsmanship.
Only after lengthy consideration, of course. Tolerance of this idiocy is its own idiocy.
Side note…I have only a very vague recollection of what netball is. I remember being taught it in elementary school and thought it a rather boring, contactless version of basketball intended for girls to play. Do I misremember? How common is knock-down physical contact in netball?
I see what you did there.
Negotiation of note.
Stroking scenes.
Azealia shares her thoughts.
“They’re just like us…”
Ought to put “thoughts” in scare quotes.
It suggests practised fantasy, a parallel world, one unmoored from evidence, or the glaringly obvious. Maybe that’s the point. To avoid those unflattering realities.
Indeed.
Only some words . . .
Ten minutes, if you can stomach it, of delusional wokies getting learned.
A variation on the I’m-not-touching-you thing.
They don’t make knights like they used to do.
And yet what stood out were the words one night only.
PING!
Bless you, sir. May your fruit ripen punctually.
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[ Checks ripeness of pears, mutters. ]
Apparently, it tastes not unlike chicken.
Ok, Blanche.
Hell-hole of modern
BritainEurope is made possible by leftist judges who hate us.Apparently, it tastes not unlike chicken.
Not sure what the big deal is, probably tastes like alligator.
I had alligator tail at Monument Inn in Texas last year. Meh.
Horrors! A cannibal!
…Monument Inn in Texas…
Texas, there’s your problem right there, one state too far west.
It’s ok. Nothing fantastic. A little on the tough side. I haven’t seen turtle on a menu in decades but I thought turtle was much better eating. Easier to farm raise the gators tho, or at least appears so since there are so many alligator farms. Never seen a turtle farm. Of any kind.
Added: Now looking at Farnsworth’s link, they have turtle available at the bottom of that page. Twice the price per pound of gator. And that’s why I haven’t seen it on a menu in decades. Not worth that price.
A little on the tough side.
Like any meat, it all depends on how it is prepared. There was a hole in the wall in Natchitoches that had alligator meunière with crushed pecans instead of almonds that was the definition of “melt in your mouth”. Alas, was another casualty of the coof.
Damn it, they have cracked the code, this is sure fire.
Umm, we have alligators in Texas.
Umm, we have alligators in Texas.
Yes, but no one who knows how to prepare them…