Friday Ephemera (796)
Salmon and something else. || They’re such a joy, I’m told. || And now we rain destruction upon the audience. || Incoming. || Close enough. || “You’re not okay,” says she. || Office Christmas party, 1970. || Just be careful in the basement. || He’s the non-binary final boss. || She has a Ouija board. || “We are breeding people,” says the New York Times contributor. || “One of the few joys that come with being born white,” says she. || But she still gets to decide what you say you see. || On the mysteries of smoke detectors. || Meeting students where they’re at. || Oppressed by a parking meter. || And yet the patriarchy still didn’t care. || Muhammadan pilates. || You may need to squint. || Contrasting worldviews. || He has quite a lot of flags. || And finally, there was an attempt to find a house key.
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1 Kings 3 and why the left wins (via DataRepublican)
These are the same people who prattle on about defending democracy
submariners agree: This is the most realistic submarine movie.
I never dreamed, when I was 18, that I would eventually come to realize that liberals are enemies of our civilization.
Oh, when I was 18 I knew. Problem was I went off to college and got learned all about how to be smart and stuff. Helped with the fitting-in thing. Then after working on a government contract for a few years…well it was all uphill from there. Gradually. Eventually.
As some genius once said (paraphrased), “they share the same language but not the same dictionary”.
She doesn’t know who’s on her side. In the park.
In the dog park. And this is why I avoid them, generally – because the people there are there less for their dogs and more for themselves and other people. My experience with dog parks is that they are human parks for standing around and postuing or gabbing, whilst ignoring what Max, or Bella, or Noodles are doing.
Lady, you’re at a dog park. You are there to exercise and socialize your dog. Don’t worry about other people, look after your pet. Correct bad behavior, step in if it’s getting beat on by another dog.
And pick up its shit, don’t pretend you don’t see Luna squatting.
Bookmark.
Here, have another look at Willy the Blue Heeler. And it is Sunday which means either David gets lazy and keeps Ephemera going until Monday or I wake up tomorrow and it’s a new topic but I still want to read the comments here. Either way, it helps me pick up where I left off.
Testify, sister. Testify.
[ Schedules Monday’s post for just after midnight. ]
[ Sound of chillies being de-seeded, occasional swearing. ]
Do chillies indeed swear when you de-seed them?
“We have to exterminate white people off the face of the planet to solve this problem.”
As I’ve said before, a significant fraction of black Americans would join a black version of the Nazi Party and would happily work in death camps.
Whatever you are cooking, you need to add some green onions, RIP Steve Cropper.
Nobody hates women more than men pretending to be women.
I especially like the way s(he) uses the word normal. Because, a man in a dress at a comedy club, describing a man on a volleyball court causing a catastrophic injury as normal, is, well normal.
Well that oughta fix black-on-black crime. You see, blacks just lack access to white people they can exterminate, so they turn to the only outlet available to them–each other. So, that should all just go away when whites are gone.
Not to mention black underachievement.
“Minnesota would not be able to survive or thrive without the Somali community here” says Somali invader.
I do like the idea of browbeating PBS supporters into taking “homeless” into their homes. Let them deal up close and personal with the drug addiction, insanity, filth, and antisocial behavior.
Rules for thee . . .
Kulaks all the way down.
Stephanie Richer:
I have both an Australian Shepherd and an Australian Cattle Dog. Ironically, the cattle dog has almost no herding instinct. She’s kind of runty and is content to stand by and watch. The Shepherd on the other hand has herding in her bones and is an endless reservoir of energy.
Fortunately I have horses, cattle, goats and chickens for her to herd.
She’s more representative of both breeds. She’d just be miserable if she didn’t live on a farm. Bored all the time.
“Drugs are bad, mkay?”
When we are no longer of use to the State, we must go quietly to our deaths.
It is increasingly difficult to see the ruling class as human beings.
Just returning the favour – it’s pretty obvious they don’t see those they rule as human.
But, but, but, it’s natural!
Musical interlude.
Musical interlude: hahahahah
The state: according to Wikipedia, since euthanasia was legalized in Canada in 2016, some 60,000 people have been killed (2016-2023), with the number ramping up each year (15,000 in 2023). The population is only 42 million. To compare to the US, this would come to 500,000 in the US over a similar period. Do not ever give the gov this power.
Indeed. In fact, that is a big part of what persuaded me that the left in general should be regarded as hostis humana generis: Not only did leftists in positions of power show a cruel and unrestrained lust for totalitarian power, the face-in-the-crowd people I personally knew were entirely comfortable with that.
Any more nominations?
Spike Jones was great.
Are you aelfheld? Did you shorten your name to be more jolly?
Yes & sort of.
My session had expired & I thought to go poking about the dashboard after logging in.
2026 is a shade of white, and 2025 was a shade of…
… wait for it …
… BROWN. Mocha Mousse
via Mick Hartley
The Wolfman or the Geico Caveman.
Just don’t try being aelf on a shelf.
Post hocky ergo propter hocky.
My desire to visit Portland reached zero a good number of years ago.
My disinclination to render life-saving aid to Portlanders increases.
That Spike Jones, needs more cowbell…