Friday Ephemera (778)
Design flaw detected. || r/Deathladders, a collection of unconvincing support apparatus. || Revving and regret. || V8 street bike. || A tale of Lake Cow Bacon: “Broussard insisted that the creatures were naturally tame and their meat was delicious.” || James Bond comic books from India. (h/t, Tacky Raccoons) || Like aerial ballet. || When you bring home a playmate. || Know your saucepan, 1973. || The joys of public transport. || The progressive retail experience, parts 639, 640, 641, 642, and 643. || Sudden-onset upwardsness. || He doesn’t like talking about his personal life. || She’s a masterpiece evolving. || It’s amazing how quickly the day can turn to shit. || Now is not a good time. || Regarding legroom. || For lovers of never-ending drum solos. || Oh, and finally, fashion choices were made.
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The first thing I think of when lefists rage against about “food deserts”.
An excellent way to boost recruiting.
The gene pool is self-cleaning?
Great moments in cinema:
Speaking of gene pools: The historically high demand for Sydney Sweeneys
Classic Far Side.
The IDF operations in Gaza are therapeutic, not vindictive.
Darwin has a lot to answer for.
Is he actually saying anything coherent? I mean, really? Was he going for poetic and completely biffing it?
Or is he just a few tacos short of a combo plate?
What’s going on with the ceiling that it caught fire and collapsed so quickly? I scanned the comments and followed some links, and apparently that device in the center was leaking high-pressure hydraulic fluid, HOT fluid, which was igniting pretty much everything.
That took place in Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky, 74 miles (119 km) from the epicenter, so the shaking they perceived was MMI VIII, equivalent to ~6.5 earthquake.
So still a pretty good jolt where they were.
“A tale of Lake Cow Bacon:“
A fascinating historical anecdote – I heard about it a few months ago, when it was the springpoint for a speculative fiction book I downloaded the first chapter of.
Which reminds me I need a cover for my nee kindle, so TO THE AMAZON LINK!
What’s a game without risk?
Sidesaddle?
Morning, all.
The thrill of television, 1977.
Bless you, madam. May you be shunned by wasps.
I want this to be real.
New hatred unlocked.
She’s a vile beast. I mean, if you wanted to radically lower your estimation of the human species, she’s the gal to call. Likewise, I would guess, much of her audience, the ones applauding and clicking like.
Crossing the streams.
Immigration and crime, a series.
“Geographical luck,” she says.
Previously and related.
The train of thought, should there be one, isn’t obvious to me. Though I was distracted by the thought of how his mother might feel, her grins notwithstanding. The words long-suffering came to mind.
There’s more manic rambling, should you want it.
One might note, I think, just how snugly intersectional dogma dovetails with what appears to be mental illness.
“All our milk floated in water and butter”…?
No idea. Before my time, I suspect.
Question asked, answered.
Maybe she is talking about unhomogenised milk, where you can see the creamy-buttery bits floating amongst the thinner watery bits.
Or possibly the use of adulterants in milk to make a lot from a little.
At any rate, the phrasing could be better.
“Wellbeing,” you say.
The progressive retail experience, parts 639, 640, 641, 642, and 643.
I am quite fatigued.
I want this to be real.
Well, given what I see with the rampant delusion of others, especially those in the trans community . . . why not?
Crossing the streams.
Add a score by Danny Elfman and I’m buying a ticket to see it.
There’s something almost heartbreakingly endearing about the natural shyness of people on camera who had grown up outside the videopolises we inhabit.
This is quite something to see here.
I don’t quite see eye-to-eye with everything the presenter has to say here, but he has a clear point when he says:
There was a query about this guy’s hair the other day, now the explanation.
The answer, don’t mess with success.
Not at all sure what the point is here, also not buying the instructor bit.
When Ukraine finally folds and a steady stream of small arms and grenades start seeping into the West through various black market pipelines, the streets of Britain are going to make the the gunfight at the O.K. Corral look like a vicar’s tea party.
She just means that you put the pat of butter (wrapped in greaseproof paper or similar) and the bottles of milk in a bucket of cold water which you store in the coolest place you’ve got, like a cupboard under the sink.
A lot of old Victorian brick built houses of the kind she likely lived in stay remarkably cool inside relative to outdoor temperatures.
Not as good as a fridge, clearly, but not as bad as you might expect.
As Wanye Burkett has said more than once, despising such creatures, wishing them gone, is not a result of some failure of empathy, as progressives often claim, but of precisely the opposite.
One can understand their feelings, their assumptions, their monstrously selfish worldview, and find it all degenerate, worthy only of disgust. In fact, the more you try to imagine being in a similar situation and how you might behave, the more alien and repugnant their behaviour is likely to seem.
Not entirely unrelated:
But hey, maybe that’s just me.
You know you want one.
Dr. Seuss book of note.
Katy Perry goes flying again, and totally not lip synched.
Let’s do more than wish them gone; let’s make the case for their removal.
Strong contender for headline of the year.
That. All of that.
One infuriating aspect of the progressive worldview, one that is ironically deeply racist, is the idea that ethnic minorities are somehow more ethereal, spiritual, and in tune with the cosmos than the ethnic majority.
It’s an utterly bizarre conceit, this underlying ‘children of the forest’ nonsense, and would clearly be far more offensive to self-appointed ‘community leaders’ of said ethnic minorities if it weren’t so exploitable as a licence to print money.
As you say, it’s actually not that difficult, to understand the mentality at work.
Simply having paid attention during Goodfellas or The Sopranos should be enough to clue someone in to the basic principle, even if it is (mostly) fictional drama.
The disgraceful narcissism and self-pity mixed with an almost gleeful disregard for others and the total contempt for normal people they live amongst.
The continual justifications: ‘If we didn’t do it, someone else would’, ‘Everyone else is doing it, so I’d be a mug not to’, ‘The government are the biggest thieves of all – I’m just more honest about my thievery’, ‘Why doesn’t the FBI go after real crooks, the politicians, and leave me alone?’.
Utterly repugnant.
Laurie Penny will be 39 at the end of next month.
Makes you think.
If you want a high trust society, you must imprison or expel the low trust people.
Actually, I think you can pick one up for a mere £115,000.
Yet progressives, despite their claims, seem uniquely bad at it.
Of course they did.
See also the reality series Cops, which progressives seemed to dislike, often quite vehemently, because it made the mentality of the criminals – the patterns of malevolence and selfishness – impossible to miss. Thereby making pretentious sympathy much more difficult to muster.
Heh. So y’all thought you had to watch television completely in the dark or you would go blind, meanwhile on the enlightened side of the Atlantic where we know how to pronounce alooooominum, we knew that if you didn’t turn the lights on while watching TV it would “ruin your eyes”. Or so Mom said. Silly Britons.