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Syllogisms.
What few initial minutes of that guy that I have watched, in the many posts that I have seen here, I think mostly by you, I have thought…damn…this guy sounds like someone I would very much appreciate and agree with. But damn, he takes some time with his points. I tried listening at double speed but things got lost in the timing. So this post I fed into tactiq.io and was able to get through it. I was totally on board with it, until this…and ffs, I cannot properly copy the text…I could blame the gin & tonics but that would just be wrong…so see the screen shot.
It is his earnest, quite British appeal to the use of reason and logic that is the flaw in his..reasoning. Though I believe he acknowledges this to some degree in inherent British understatement. There is no reasoning with the existing international/human rights establishment. Say what you want about the actual, real historical Nazis but they were no worse in their reasoning than our current “betters”. While I wholeheartedly believe that we must fight back openly and forthrightly against these people, logic and reason are not the tools for the job. Internally, amongst ourselves, yes. But not on the open forums. It comes across as weakness. Conservatives need to be prepared to use harsh, even personal if necessary, attacks. Tempered with humor as much as possible. But don’t be afraid of anger. God gave us anger for a reason. When the other side chops little boys’ dicks off, lets men compete and even physically pound women in the name of “sport”, closes down the whole of western and even some eastern civilization over a virus, silences people for saying reasonable things that violate the approved narrative, elects a mentally challenged corrupt old man to the presidency, a cackling drunk to be his vp, allows the executive branch to be run by God knows who, etc. etc. etc. the rules of decorum and decency are null and void. Reason and logic are just knives in a gun fight.
How do you explain this behavior to someone from, say, East Asia?
And yet this genius did not have the common sense to see that the Soviet Union was a horror show.
A comment:
Awapuhi is one of those things they add to shampoo and conditioner to make it sound all exotic and tropical and moisturizing.
I’m pretty sure I’ve used a few such products. So no, not taking the piss. Just… well… playing up the visuals.
Entry from a prior Ephemera has been debunked.
Finding new life for an irregular space.
I know we just discussed how one really ought to judge a book by its cover, but back in the day it was trickier business.
(driver is alive)
Making the best of the situation by leaning into it.
Only a psychopath would tell a lie this audacious.
Speaking of meat (as we did upthread…)
Didn’t say who.
I had to see this and now so do you.
This is vengeance for all those questionable links David has posted over the years. I’m sure you’ll agree the punishment is just.
Bless you. May you be spared mortification.
Grandma in a bird cage, obviously. That, or fire storage.
Now just wait a goddamn min… Oh. Actually, fair point. Carry on.
We are, I fear, in the realm of anthropology. Are today’s words utterly selfish, or impervious rudeness? Could go either way.
Presumably, madam believes that everything and everyone must be made subordinate to her. And it has to be said, the shrieking and sub-verbal noises do rather jar with the ostensible purpose of the event – a marking, supposedly, of intellectual achievement and personal maturity.
One in which the sentiment most loudly expressed is fuck everyone else.
By the way, I finished season two of Andor. Let’s call it a mixed bag. As before, overall, 7/10.
It reminded me of a visit, a few weeks ago, to the local supermarket, which was for the most part a pleasant outing. Until, still in a good mood, I found the exit blocked by an obliviously selfish woman. Said woman had somehow found a way to obstruct a two-metre-wide thoroughfare by positioning her trolley sideways, across the entire exit, and holding it at arms length, so as to make passing impossible, while she prattled distractedly on her phone.
“Excuse me,” I said, politely, hoping for a moment of embarrassment and correction, possibly an apology. One of those situations in which you do something stupid, quickly put it right, and everything is forgiven and there’s mutual amusement. A mini bonding moment.
Alas, no response. A small queue began to form.
“Excuse me,” I said, again, slightly louder, maintaining a smile of civility. Again, no response, beyond a flickering of eye contact. I did, however, have time to listen to the banality of her phone conversation.
Seconds passed. The queue grew. A third attempt was made. I leaned forward and again, louder but still smiling, said, “Excuse me, I’d like to get past.”
And lo, nothing happened, except more self-involved prattling. No eye contact this time.
More seconds passed. The queue continued to grow. From behind me, an atmosphere of strained politeness was discernible. I held out my arms in a gesture of amused exasperation at this faintly surreal situation.
Sensing that firmer measures were in order, I leaned forward again and with a combination of irony and loudness – such that half the supermarket could hear – I bellowed the word hel-lo.
Finally, somewhat grudgingly, said woman registered the existence of other people in her universe. She dragged her trolley from where it had been positioned – across the entire fucking exit – and then dared to look affronted. As if I, not she, were the party in the wrong.
Happily, the loudness of my greeting seemed to deter any pressing of her claim.
Whose road? My road.
Meanwhile at another “graduation”…
A girl cries on the internet, “…I know what I look like…”
Deliberate?
I have no idea. It was one of those situations where you’re struggling to imagine how this even happens. It seemed both improbable and maximally irritating. Though the flickering of eye contact after my second “Excuse me” does suggest a certain indifference, possibly a weird flex.
Thing is, in person I’m generally a polite creature. I do value politeness and mindfulness of others. Should a near-miss occur on a supermarket aisle, I’m one of those people who will instinctively apologise, even if the fault isn’t mine or is unclear. But the flipside of that politeness is the expectation that others will follow broadly similar rules. And when they don’t – and when instead they behave like vulgar, solipsistic morons – that does rather chafe one’s ass.
It’s not just the original insult or irritation. It’s then being obliged to create a scene in order to get the other person to behave properly.
Trolley Duels
or
“Look out, it’s come loose!” after pushing it forcefully towards the door-blocker.
Not sure if the road-blocking beast needs Thorazine or just an irreparably broken wrist.
Regarding the woman shrieking and making random animal noises at a graduation ceremony, you have to wonder whether she registers the social incongruity, the fact that other people are not behaving as she does, perhaps with good reason. Say, to avoid being selfishly disruptive and in order to ensure that other parents can hear their child’s name being called. I suppose you might also wonder how that level of obliviousness, that total self-involvement, could even be possible.
Please do.
“We have a very, very high prevalence of rape in South Africa… It’s rooted in an African ideal of manhood.”
She is living the sixties ideal of living her authentic self and shunning fakeness.
[ Recalls meeting people in the 60’s and 70’s who rejected all rituals of social courtesy as “fake’. ]
“We are not ‘far right,’ we are ‘right so far.’ “ (from the comments)
Is academia now just psychopaths manufacturing excuses for psychopaths?
Gonna need more electrical tape.
Hood rat fatigue is a very real thing.
Nope. They must be punished – the only thing they understand is tit for tat.
A quote posted in October of last year seems relevant:
Seems to me that the bottom 3 percent must be removed from society “by any means necessary” to use a favorite slogan of the left: They cannot be reformed by therapy or punishment.
The next 7 percent require either very strict punishment or radical removal, because only harsh enforcement deters them from offending.
When we talk about the bottom 10 percent, we must not forget liberals.
Don’t judge him or punish him, liberals will say.
Where do thuggish criminals come from? It’s an unsolvable mystery.
Why bother applying for refugee status? Just show up and if anyone bothers to track you down, demand your due process. No human is illegal and shit.
Not a big deal per se but I have had to re-login several times in the last week or two. I take it the other regulars are encountering this as well? Curious as I have had similar issues on other sites as well but I’m not as regular on those.
I haven’t had any issues. I think I last had to log in when either this thread or the previous started.
I’m no expert on women’s sports, but I do know it is common for then to compete while (reviews Cliff notes) wearing false eyelashes, fake nails, eye liner, and complete make up .
Aerodynamics. Obviously.
[ Gasps, choking, a dropped glass shatters. ]
The quiet part, out loud.
And sideburns.
Don’t forget the sideburns.
And the neck-beards. Don’t forget the neck-beards.
Two more to add, from X via Ace of Spades:
Twenty ways to say “You’re grounded.”
How to barbecue a cheeseburger and save the earth at the same time.
makeup for athletics: well, black female athletes do that, even the fake nails, but not white girls. I thought cultural appropriation was bad?
She did not fight the urge.
“This is a good thread, because it’s an unusually clearheaded and straightforward explanation of what communists actually believe.” …and by extension why communists are not humans but plague rats.
Good interview with Victor Davis Hanson.
Dude – no matter how long the press-on nails that you apply, ain’t nothin’ gonna make those man-hands anything but.
Don’t forget the sideburns.
Indeed, and the moustache stubble acts as an air filter.