Friday Ephemera (774)
It says commercial waste, but frankly I have doubts. || Suboptimal scenario. || Suboptimal scenario 2. || Yes, but they could be a little bigger. || Beach glamour. || Actual rollercoaster of emotion. || Smouldering sex kitten. || Not that much. || There’s something to be said for planning. || On misplaced politeness. || At last, an art centre with a protest toilet. || On Agatha’s poisons. “An overdose of nitroglycerine secreted into his favourite chocolates.” || The progressive retail experience, parts 635, 636, 637 and 638. || Pothole encountered. || Poking the anemones. || I didn’t know they did that. || She has many engines in her factory. || What fetish? || Flying highway timber, stabby bathtubs and other lively policing scenes. || Job satisfaction. || Oh, and the world of wonder under your fingernails.
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Oooh, this.
I have been thinking about this a lot lately. When I was a boy and we put a man on the moon, there were interviews with older men, men in their 70’s and 80’s (of which there were much fewer then relative to today) asking them about their first sighting of an airplane and how they felt about seeing human achievement move from those rickety wooden and canvas covered planes to landing men on the moon. It was quite the awesome thing to think about even as a seven year old boy. Now I look at that world that I was born into and what we have today. Sure the technology is astounding but even that is failing us. Meanwhile were chopping off little boy’s dicks because half the country doesn’t know what a woman is, our cities are cesspools, we are being invaded by the scum of the earth, and pretty much every value of any value has been mocked and abandoned.
And then there’s this:
Tell me these things are not related. Note how Hillary hollowed out and poisoned this idea with her “It takes a village to raise a child” BS. It was quite the cuck move and “conservatives”, especially the libertarian types, fell for it.
Happy Independence Day to all who celebrate! Let freedom ring and Bronx wants to know, when are the ribs getting pulled off the grill . . .
In a functional healthy society, all adults play a role in supervising, guiding, and raising children. This was the traditional truth behind Hillary Clinton’s fascistic “It takes a village to raise a child”.
I pointed this out to quite a few liberals, none of which could see anything wrong with Hillary’s agenda. They clearly liked a “no limits” state intervention in citizens’ lives.
Street scenes.
Meanwhile, in the culture wars. Not going to lie, I chuckled.
Easy does it.
The struggle is real, people.
“The Bundle of Sticks” party is too wordy. If only there were a pithy one-word name you could give your political movement that happened to MEAN “a bundle of sticks”. If only…
No, wrong meme. I don’t want to torment David. I just want him to post another funny Ungrateful Colonials meme.
Hell, David hasn’t even admonished us on the pronunciation of “aluminum” in ages.
Well tbf, you can’t have her sitting in the bus.
Still fuming about vase. It rhymes with cars, not face.
She does it for 20-30 minutes a day.
In addition to pointing it out to liberals, pointing it out to “conservatives” and libertarians at the time came with its own…issues. The willful refusal to understand this came with the accusation of being fascist itself. As if merely suggesting that parents cannot be all eyes and all ears, that friends and neighbors have a right, possibly even a responsibility to verbally correct misbehavior was playing big brother. Even as the real big brother, a la what Hillary was suggest via the government was doing the same thing. And here we are.
Oh, yeah? Then how come I only got 51 seconds? What did you do with the rest, Thompson? What am I paying for here anyway?
“Sorry, this post has been removed by the moderators of r/SipsTea.”
What did I miss?
It involved a piece of vibrating exercise apparatus and a rather snug pair of shorts.
But I’ve said too much.
Say no more.
“Bundle of Sticks” or tasty pork dish?
Or, you could use fasces I suppose…
But Americans pronounce cars like cores.
I hope you’re having a good Liberté Day
Someone needs to redesign that cow-catcher.
Know whatahmean, know whatahmean, nudge nudge, know whatahmean, say no more?
There must be a story behind that.
Another red flag: dying your pet’s fur.
She’s a gear shift warrior and I support this message.
Well crafted retort.
She’s a gear shift warrior and I support this message.
I agree, but if you have a manual with a carburetor, no power steering, and 2/60 A/C, bonus points.
Where are the other retorts? That and many of the bullshit responses there deserve very harder “retorts”. Where are the other “conservatives”? Too fucking chickenshit to even respond. Most of them. They’re above such low discourse. Not prudent at this juncture. Wouldn’t want to unnecessarily upset anyone.
Agreed! Although, I no longer have that. For a very short time, I did have a car with three on the tree.
We do?
New Yawkers do. The kind that go swimming in the wooder.
Ok, one more: https://x.com/Rothmus/status/1941119974992662873?t=bumLK4FLSZLbAicT4PCnKw&s=19
I fell down that rabbit hole. Finally arrived at Mr Boob Jobs boasting of how, while using public transport, he’s encountered “masturbation, harassment, defecation, knife pulling, you name it… yet I live to tell the tale.” As if such things were no biggie. Not indicative of anything. Which, on reflection is a weird flex.
It also suggests that Mr Boob Jobs is not a parent.
The above, our boasting Mr Boob Jobs, reminded me of this.
Specifically, the claim, aired by other progressives, that one can just assert social trust, unilaterally, somehow declare it into being. While nonetheless sitting next to all that lovely “masturbation, harassment, defecation, knife pulling, you name it” during your commute. And while making sure not to leave one’s bike, laptop, phone, etc., unguarded for even a second. And all while being very careful to avoid eye contact, lest things suddenly go south.
Again, this is why I’d make a lousy progressive. There are just too many contradictions to juggle, way too much pretending.
The round-the-clock dishonesty would be exhausting.
Oh, and then there’s the young woman announcing quite confidently,
So when that twitchy, unwashed bum sits next to you on public transport, the chap smelling of piss and with all those lovely addictions and mental health problems, you can look forward to soaking up all of his life wisdom. Because it’s obviously going so well for him.
Again, the pretending, the inversion of reality, would be exhausting.
Computer says no.
It’s as if the less a statement corresponds with reality, the more statusful it is deemed to be.
I need a bookmark – from the last marriage proposal I photographed.
BTW, happy to say my dog made it through the night okay. Little panicky at one moment when it got particularly loud but keeping the TV and a box fan on gave enought white noise for him. And the trazadone didn’t hurt, either.
And she claims to be a “mental health counselor”. I hope she’s lying.
For a second there, I pictured Stephanie photographing each man who proposes to her. Like she has a filing cabinet full of them or something.
[ Slideshow at Stephanie’s place. ]
“Oh, that was Brian, he was my 5:30. Good teeth. And that’s Mike, my 5:35…”
We do?
(It must be a Utica thing, like referring to hamburgers as “steamed hams”.)
The Simpsons, via Instapundit:
The officials were obviously correct, no one could spot a difference, and second place merely a sore loser.
I wouldn’t consider Utica to be New Yawk. My limited time in that neck of the woods ages ago, iirc y’all were more like Pepperidge Fahm people.
[ Weighs merits of ordering dinner from noodle bar up road. ]
And in other therapist-related news.