Friday Ephemera (781)
You want one and you know it. || They watched the wheels leave without them. || Meet the cosmologists, 1963. || At last, humanoid robot kickboxing. || Bearing gifts. || He was hiding in the girls’ toilets. Previously. || Apparently, the hormones widened his eyes and made his glasses grow. || Neighbour of note. || The joys of social interaction. || Nommy-nommy-nom. || Switched-on and swinging in Caracas, 1969. || Hair crisis, 2025. || Clearly, bold choices were made. || Low impulse control. || On personality and pet preference. || Feedback loop. Also, inevitably, pronouns in bio. || More joys of public transport. || The progressive retail experience, parts 649, 650, 651, 652, 653, and 654. || Poison in the social bloodstream. || Something error happen. || Paint job. || Pleats. || Trolley problem.
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Can’t quite believe how long it took me to find the saucy ambiguity in that.
[ Does actual innocent face. ]
Some people aren’t old enough to remember elephant pants.
I was fascinated (in a horrifying way) watching the white woman standing next to him. NOTHING moves on her face but her eyes. It’s like watching a hostage video. She knows if she moves a muscle that distracts from his message, she’s going to be beat the hell later that night.
Yikes.
Nope, it is not as if any of these goobers think anything through.
Heh. Years ago I was in a Wednesday night pool league where I frequently played against an older guy named Richard, who went by “Dick”. My boss was also on our team and sometimes he would leaver early thus he would miss our usually late match. Thursday morning I would go into his cube and tell him all about how I beat Dick the night before. Probably would get us both fired today. People have no sense of humor anymore.
It’s not so much that they don’t think anything through, it’s that they are mental cases. Maybe not extreme like schizophrenia or anything but still effectively non-functional in society. In the past people like this would be ignored, pushed aside and end up as bums or whatever. Or “bullied”/disciplined into growing tf up. The ones from wealthier families might be institutionalized or worse. Now any such corrective action or removal from productive society is frowned upon. Instead we feed and house them and give them access to the internet. Be it “we” the taxpayers or “we” the increasingly wealthier middle and middle class-upper classes or broader upper classes. Our society has the wealth to tolerate them so the path of least resistance is to enable them to spread their insanity wide.
Low future time orientation is characteristic of low IQ. As is a lack of impulse control.
This presumably correlates with the “sun people/ice people” delusion.
Who the hell is going to hire someone who can’t/won’t turn up on time, plan ahead etc?
The shopping cart return is one stone thow away from curling….
Sweeeeeep! Hurry! Hurry Hard!
Then & now.
Remember the guy making the illegal U-turn in his semi?
Same guy, apparently.
Zappa didn’t die, he has been hiding with Elvis in Germany.
Left these comments on that YT post:
Amateur hour
Are you forgetting Father Guido Sarducci? He’s still with us.
It’s actually a little scarier to understand it’s two different people (bridge guy is 35, murder guy is 28) and both had been given commercial drivers licenses.
Also, what is “expensive”, or not, shifts. At one time (40s, 50s) chicken was expensive enough it was treated as Sunday dinner fare. I know growing up that clothing was expensive — why we had school clothes, play clothes and one outfit for church on Sunday. It is why moms wore aprons and did a lot of sewing. Indeed, through at least the 80s, sewing was much more budget friendly. I sewed up a lot of the kids’ playclothes for about 1/3 the price of what I would pay in a department store. “Fast fashion” — tons of cheap imported clothing — has made sewing a boutique thing or a hobby past time (hence the demise of fabric stores like House of Fabric, Cloth World and now JoAnn’s is out of business).
Housing, too. Government’s greed to squeeze every fee possible out of building a single-family home, simple starter homes have gone bye-bye.
It’s actually a little scarier to understand it’s two different people…
Maybe, but that assumes there hasn’t been a bunch of lying about ages among all the other flagrant buffonery ( to include “journalistic” buffonery).
I literally have Mayberry ancestry. Andy Griffith is my 4th cousin, once removed, and the town of Mayberry was based on Mt. Airy, North Carolina and nearby Pilot Mountain. I have relatives from both towns.
Update your vocabulary
blacklistblocklist, comrades.Something to consider. Context above.
As if it were merely a matter of terminology, not of fundamentally obnoxious policies conceived by fundamentally obnoxious people.
For some reason, it reminded me of the Critical Drinker’s latest video, about Disney’s attempts to attract the same male audience that it’s spent the last few years disdaining and repelling with great vigour. Specifically, the notion of Iger, Kennedy, Feige, et al., mulling how to save their companies from ruin without doing what’s actually necessary – i.e., firing themselves and surrendering their status to people whose views they so ostentatiously despise.
It also reminded me of this, from here:
Again, the problem is rather more fundamental than mere phrasing.
“…we are a completely usual couple…”
Racism rears it’s ugly head. 1960’s coffee shop hippies hardest hit.
“…we are a completely usual couple…”
Erm . . . no.
Legal vandalization (right), bravely standing up to nazi fascism.
“Would that progressives had but one neck…”
(With apologies to Caligula.)
Jolly times in London.
Related.
Third Way is telling them to STFU.
Keep in mind these are the ones who believe they can manipulate reality with symbols. They scratch & fight over the meaning, or ‘meaning’, of words in such a manner as to have Gibbon reaching for his pen.
Laughed, not sorry.
Retard Finder is doing the Lord’s work.
Note that Ms Ciminillo, the woman who was carjacked and had her arm broken, denounces efforts to enforce the law as somehow being the greater outrage. Note, too, that Ms Ciminillo shows no concern whatsoever for other victims of violent crime – people who aren’t her – or for future victims of violent crime – including, presumably, her own neighbours.
As if no-one else could possibly welcome a significant reduction in the likelihood that they might have their arms broken while their cars are being stolen. By people who will very often use those cars to commit more crime.
Affluent White Female Urban Liberal.
The ones who talk about their empathy.
Makes me wonder how many abortions she’s had. I put the over/under at three.
https://pjmedia.com/matt-margolis/2025/08/22/oh-this-must-be-why-liberal-women-are-bonkers-n4942955
And speaking, as we were, of less than ideal father material, there’s this.
“I hate Donald Trump so much I’d rather have my bones broken by criminals than allow him credit for cleaning up our town.”
The spell they’re under, my God. We humans are such a mess.
Some rather more than others, I would say.
I’ve noticed that the “history debunked” guy has recently had multiple different backgrounds. Is he in hiding? Witness protection?
I believe he moved fairly recently. To somewhere less vibrant, if memory serves.
efforts to enforce the law as somehow being the greater outrage.
Bookmark to help me find my place when I return.
And I shall return.
The ratio.
If you can’t see it, it’s 11K to 1.5K.
The highs and lows of Waffle House at 3am
She sounds suspiciously like the wife/gf, beat bloody by her husband/bf who screams at police NOT to arrest her husband.
In a less unhinged timeline, the psychology of the AWFULs – their inversions and weird dishonesties – would be a subject of academic scrutiny. Books in the dozens.
And for children, grim fairy tales.
This afternoon, we went for a drive into the Peak District to buy some fancy pies and cheeses. On the way there, on a path alongside some fields, we saw a very small, mud-covered dog, clutching – triumphantly – a very big stick. King of the Dogs.
On the way back, an hour or so later, near the same fields, we saw a little girl, maybe four years old, standing by a fence and clutching a very big stick. I think she was using it to issue commands to the sheep.
All things considered, it’s been a pretty good day.
don’t count on psychologists to help them. They’re focusing laser-like on Woke Cures.
[ Recalls Judge “Turn Em Loose” Bruce Wright and the “mug him again!” incident. ]