Friday Ephemera (795)
It did not go entirely to plan. || Totally normal. || Itsy-bitsy. || Mrs Critchfield has a backyard business, 1953. || On the Batman effect. || Today’s words are body language. || Boasting of overcharging people based on their race. || Boob correction and other minor fixes. || Or maybe you could use a good moisturiser. || The more, the merrier. || The woman who moved her house 100 miles, 1975. || If size impresses you. (h/t, Elephants Gerald) || Chunky snow. || Incoming. || She has a racist chair. || On stealing $20, at knifepoint. || On deportations and legal creep. || A lively discussion regarding pizza – and $1. || The unspanked at large. || Puzzled look. || Coping. || Safety first. || Four Guineas a week and free hot water. || And finally, it’s waterproof, super-handy, and the edges are adhesive.
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You don’t see pipes of any kind much any more. In the 60s and early 70s most men, in the pre-boomer generation, at least tried smoking a pipe. My next door neighbour when I was growing up made pipes in his basement in his spare time. They were made of exotic woods and roots and were quite intricate. He had some very specific equipment in the basement used to make the pipes. He developed a reputation in the pipe world and made custom pipes for politicians, dignitaries, actors etc. It wasn’t unusual for a limo to pull up in front of the house and someone, usually in bespoke clothing, enter by the side door and leave half an hour later. It was kind of like living next door to a high end drug dealer.
His name was John Calich and his pipes were all hand-made.
[ Moves visiting Australia farther down the priority list. ]
I steadfastly refuse to believe Australia actually exists. I sleep better that way.
Sure it does. It’s somewhere in the Seventh Circle of Hell.
As usual, accusations of racism are made.
And liberals think it’s unjust that so many blacks have felony records.
White sympathy for blacks is declining.
I know someone like that.
Socks?
His wife was a missionary murdered in Africa, he barely escaped 9/11, and he finally met his end at the hands of black teenagers. It’s like a Final Destination movie written by a racist.
Phrasing.
Chunky snow.
Yikes!
Common decency confuses some people.
Steve E: “You don’t see pipes of any kind much any more.“
Or cigars. Pity, I liked the smell of those much more than cigarettes, now all you get is clouds of fruit-scented steam from vapes, or if you have the misfortune to work in a vibrant area, cannabis.
She has a racist chair.
And a mental illness ID tag.
Morning, all.
The shocking innovation of the Space Hopper.
“Hundreds of racisms.”
[ Slurps coffee. ]
Big glasses. Check.
Nose ring. Check.
Mental illness. Check.
Three for three!
She makes her “reparations in spirit.” By obsessing over the positioning of her daughter’s toys.
And then there’s the idea that people exist as “representatives” of racial groups.
So, no racism there, obviously.
As you say, she seems unwell, in need of medication, and yet she evokes the wider mindset, the progressive ideal, with eerie perfection.
Having been out last night for a meal and drinks, I’m just going to leave this here.
Are housecoats still a thing?
“I think this lady is trying to cast a spell on me.”
It’s never just “$20″… and Brian is a liar.
It’s the same old flattening of values, a signature of progressive posturing. And so, as noted in the replies, a history of armed robbery, carjacking, assault and battery, domestic violence and umpteen other things, all horrific for the victims, is somehow reduced to “stealing $20.”
So hey, no biggie.
And the man mouthing this moral flatulence is a self-styled “analyst” and “scholar” at a prestigious university. Again, progressives as a class aren’t just wrong in some detail, some particular, some point misunderstood. The assumptions in play, the relentless contrivance, the defining mindset, is fundamentally, directionally wrong. It’s perverse.
Such that the law-abiding, including the many victims of these creatures, are expected to endorse an insane leniency, a grotesque forgiveness, on grounds that their own safety, and their expectations of justice and self-preservation, should be rescinded in favour of giving an irredeemable sociopath another 56 chances to learn how to behave.
These are people whose every action screams “I am someone who cannot be trusted in a civilised society. I am dangerous and always will be. I will hurt people, for fun, over and over again, until I am forcibly stopped.” And our “analyst” and “scholar,” our esteemed academic, says, “Oh, nonsense. Nothing to worry about. We can fix him.”
While having no idea how.
If I need to move 242 tonnes of something that’s what I’m going to use.
How did I know there was going to be a nose ring under there?
Man falsifying his identity and hoping to deceive wishes to lecture you.
Also, wrong.
Instant ladder.
Today we learn why knights were called knights. Also, news about King John.
Meanwhile in Pennsylvania, hair is now protected by law.
“The pictures do not lie …”
“About that …”
Even the coffee had run out.
For 90 seconds, it’s a lot to process. At one point, chappie seems to take off his shorts in order to squeeze his head through a gap in the rotating door.
And now that I’ve typed that out, I can hear how that sounds.
Beautiful to look at. Delightful for kids to play in. Hard work to shovel if you’re an adult.
Crisps from Heaven.
Note the hospital gown.
TFW you put money in the vending machine . . .
I was hearing the “Beethoven was black” lie back in the 60’s.
There was a time when such gross dishonesty would not be tolerated. Now, it is practically a requirement for a career in academia.
Wonder where she stands on troons.
Related. At my first fast food job, the manager instructed us to require all black customers to pre-pay. Nothing was to be served until they handed over the cash.
Bret Weinstein just said something that won’t leave my head…
Related, this:
Same sleight-of-hand. In a show about the wrongness of things that are taken for granted.
Fatigue: “I don’t want to tase you. I’d rather fucking punch you.”
Consider the children of Jean-Jacques Rousseau. Technology made it easier to dispense with the costs but the impulse underlies every utopian scheme.
Today we learn why knights were called knights.
Because they were dark as night? Then why were the French knights called chevaliers instead of nuits?
Or am I not supposed to notice that?
English is a language with many fathers.
Apologies for the remnant link.
[ Deducts style points. ]
There’s style points?