Friday Ephemera (773)
He has a level-10 wizard staff. || “Fuck white supremacy,” screamed the mentalist bint. (Or, when they can’t help but show you who they are.) || Shots fired. || Video Phones Are Here, 1993. || 53,000 photographs of airline meals. || Road manners. || The rise and fall of alien abduction. Previously. || Buckle up, cowboy. || Two exquisitely tiresome lesbians. || Suboptimal scenario. || Armed bank robbery, carjacking, more carjacking, then capture. || Adventures of the Bigfoot Boys. (h/t, Elephants Gerald) || The kind of crazy bitch who takes pleasure in gratuitously obstructing traffic. || More joys of public transport. || Three-wheeled mobile raincoat, 1943. || Can relate. || Not, it turns out, robots in disguise. || Newcomer to Kensington. || No, after you. || Lady’s got the blues.
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And those blasted air quality rules prevent the use of a bit of lighter fluid and a match.
There’s no principle there. No reciprocal standard.
It’s just screeching, malevolent id.
Apropos of nothing, today I heard drones referred to as ‘loitering munitions’ and my first thought was band name.
Wait. Does this mean I’m now an influencer…?
Hm. Better buy a new tie.
Not to jump on your excellent observation but…Is it just me or does The Loitering Munitions make a better band name? Yet does Loitering Musicians sounds better still but minus the (for some reason offending) article?
It’s a thought, though perhaps a little too kind.
Trans pest Nicholas Contino – aka “Lily Tino” – has an ugly past.
Suddenly recalling David’s bar snacks. For no reason whatsoever.
Dude does maximum dude thing.
Got to say, meat obelisk would make a pretty decent… well, you know.
Depends on the band, I’d say. Punk? Loitering Munitions. Pop? Loitering Musicians. Folk? The Loitering Musicians.
2.1 is a very old number; I recall seeing it in the 60’s/70’s. It was used to declare that the proper number of children per family was 2. But it failed to account for the significant number of people who never marry and have kids.
Nailed it.
“Racist, racist, no respect!“
That’s the spot.
Re the tall white guy being screamed at: the protesters are involved in a public protest, with signs, and thus one might think wishing to be viewed by the public to get their message across. They themselves are busy videotaping themselves. But if the wrong person is taking video, they lose their minds. ??? Do they want to be seen or not?
@pst314
2.1 is the necessary total fertility rate (TFR) needed to maintain a stable population. The average woman – not the average woman who has actually has children – needs to have 2.1 children or you’ll get a shrinking population. It fully takes into account the fact that some women will have fewer children or none at all. If half of all women never have any children, then the others need to have on average 4.2 each and I genuinely hadn’t realised that anybody had ever understood it differently. So, why 2.1 instead of 2? That’s to account for infant mortality. It isn’t a figure plucked out of the air.
I understand that. It’s just that numerous pundits and experts peddled 2.1 (or rather 2) as the Right and Proper number of children for Right Thinking and Responsible families: 3 children was frowned upon. They should have said 3 instead of 2, given the significant number of people who remain single and childless.
Slightly curious: Was Boy George always a creep?
@pst314
They should have said 3 instead of 2, given the significant number of people who remain single and childless.
I think that may be a slightly different issue. The experts and pundits in question weren’t concerned about falling populations; they frequently considered that to be a feature, not a bug, of the developed world’s emerging reproductive culture. Their concern was with the ideal family size for any given family (basically the Dick and Jane model), not with the ideal average family size for the survival of our civilisation.
That these kids are not freaking out at what their fathers will do to them when called by the police …
Yep, say again how well single motherhood is going.
“Get the fuck out of my fucking face so that I can calm down! … Leave me the fuck alone so that I can calm myself!”
His fourth time this week at Ralph’s grocery store in West Hollywood.
I’d joke that the outpatients are out in force, but this critter ought to be an inpatient…and I’m sure he’s not any kind of patient anywhere.
“Bring back our knobs!” Relax, David, that’s knobs, not nobs. We’ll be celebrating Treason Day as usual.
[ Outside the church: a long line of pervs in vintage Jeeps. ]
Would that it were made up.
The curfew didn’t work?
I needed to remove a tree about half that size in 2012. The guys climbed up into the branches and using ropes floated them to the ground. Then they lopped off the main trunk in massive slabs and left me with a nice wood pile that has been curing ever since. Followed by stump-grinding, which was unexpectedly pleasing to watch.
Lionel Shriver on Miss Chase Strangio and very modern fevers.
Previously in the feverish world of Miss Strangio.
Possibly overestimating the clout of PowerPoint.
That these predatory creatures aren’t promptly shipped back to their ancestral spawning grounds is a measure of our own civilisational decline. As is the pernicious conceit, so fashionable among Our Betters, that if only we were kinder and more thoughtful, if only we fretted more and were somehow more accommodating, these things would never happen.
But if we ship them back they’ll keep returning until we start imposing deadly consequences.
And how about shipping our bien pensant “betters” to those savage lands?
And in twirling news.
Well, if I had to choose a defining vice of our time, I suppose it would be the conceit that you can somehow have a functional, high-trust society without ever having to actually defend it from degradation, or enforce its most basic and everyday rules, and without ever having to do things that aren’t nice.
For instance.
And also.
From which, this:
And this:
Yet here we are.
I don’t know about anyone else here, but I for one have never seen a more masculine, passing, “trans”man.
Honestly, this person has nigh Viking warrior levels of masculinity.
The essence of the liberal-conservative divide.
What if they are fully, consciously aware that these “refugees” are invaders who will not assimilate, and their “education” programs are merely theater to mollify normal citizens?
So, she gets her jollies by making adults grovel neurotically, and by making small children lie. Behold the grinning, self-satisfied face of another narcissistic abuser.
Voice like a bandsaw cutting tin – check.
Obviously pricey house – check.
Huge glass of white wine in the middle of the day – check.
No idea how the world works – check.
Stereotypical AWFL weighs in on Marxist Muslim whose rise is, of course, due to Trumphitler.
You’re noticing things. I’ve been told that’s no longer allowed.
And in twirling news.
No reason at all as to why that HAD to be done in a public space, amirite?
Before the second cup of coffee the notion of trans-genderism coming about when Mr. Potato Head stopped being a real potato seems plausible.
Just want to say, I had a lovely experience this morning. Got to Melton Lake Park in Oak Ridge, Tennessee at around 4:50am to secure parking, then joined what quickly became a friendly party crowd on the banks of the Clinch River – all of us there to watch the Tennessee Valley Authority (TVA) implode the smoke stacks of the decommissioned Bull Run Steam Plant (which will be replaced with a nuclear fusion plant). Lots of families and photographers. Lots of young men – come on, this is the South and any redneck is going to figure it’s worth getting up early to watch something get blown up.
Shortly after 6:00 am the smaller stack went, and shortly after that a much louder boom when they brought down the taller stack.
The local TV station broadcast it live but it was just plain good old-fashioned fun to be among an early morning crowd of friendly people, watching something cool. TVA had their people out with flyers to explain how it was done and to answer questions.
Les Ballets Trockadero de Monte Carlo material it ain’t.
He wants to make the rest of us participants in his fetish.
Variation on a theme.
fan made by the East India Company in 1845 before electricity (via Elon Musk)
Note that one of the comments on that thread said that this was “what makes this country great”. It’s not these freaks that surprise me as much as the copeheads. Guy dancing in a dress has mental problems, the people who cheer it on, some of such people who are strangely silent when a man gets hit with financially debilitating lawfare because he doesn’t want to bake someone a cake, need to be told how bloody stupid they are. In no uncertain terms.
Old: assigned sex. New: assigned family.
fan made by the East India Company in 1845 before electricity
Fans made by the East India Company before electricity.
On the physics of self-fanning.
[ Briefly considers offshoot blog devoted entirely to subject of fanning. ]