Friday Ephemera (784)
A project for the weekend, requires detergent sprinkles. || Oh, I dunno, a little picky, methinks. || Improbable levitation. || Why, what did you see? || So how was your day? || You don’t get to, says she. || She’s looking for the perfect liberal. Note obligatory pinching of fingers. || “Sneaking… Mum’s underwear,” says he. || Schoolgirling scenes. || Signage issues. || Signs of enrichment. || Hugging occurred. || Mr Hopper liked to wear his sister’s clothes, but that’s not the detail you’re going to remember. || For everything, a time and a place. || Guitar playing, simplified. || Moustachioed woman has thought. || Mistakes were made. || Birds of the night. || Highway intervention. || Just another fifty times, dear human. || And finally, via Elephants Gerald, big-hair Kirk and the milk-stealing Klingons.
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There is the inside face – trusting, open, liberal – and there is the outside face – suspicious, defensive, illiberal, and tribalist.
Now if they can do something about Devil Facial Tumour Disease.
Oxford expended more effort than he ever did.
Douglas Murray remarks.
NICE
He was in an electrical apprenticeship program, in his third year, which implies he was out of the classroom and doing practical work. So maybe not in this case.
I’m fairly sure “Judge not” was a mantra spat out by the counterculture revolutionaries as a way of telling normies that they were going to do what they wanted, and the normies were going to shut up about it, because Jesus said.
And yes, it was meant from the beginning to expand like insulation foam to fill every space.
Yeah, I don’t buy it, either. He was jubilant. Now he looks utterly despondent. He won’t forget Sept 10 any time soon.