Friday Ephemera (798)
“Is that a pile of bird shit?” and other pressing questions. (h/t, Elephants Gerald) || Yes, but can you do it with bees attacking you? || The bollards of Islington, 1976. || How to clean your marmot. || Two half-hours of Hancock, 1961. || Oddly, I’m not getting a sense of goodwill. || Cloudflare error page generator. E.g., “Host on fire.” || Curious snow formations. || Shoe-related emotional rollercoaster. || Today’s word is ladylike. || That’s exactly how I would’ve done it. || Attention, all amorous ladies, he goes full speed. || I see the parenting is going well. || The progressive retail experience, parts 687, 688, 689, 690, 691, 692, 693 and 694. || Predating the pyramids by 8,000 years. || Touchscreen safety measure. || Tilt-shift farming. || And finally, I’ve been assured this is exactly like the real thing.
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From about 3 years ago: Samantha Smith interviewed by Mark Steyn.
Truly, some UK police officers and officials deserve to be “volunteered” for Russian suicide platoons in Ukraine.
It is arguable that in this context “some” should mean “most”.
Tired BNSF train resting after a long pull.
Tired BNSF train resting after a long pull.
errrrrr….something’s amiss with yon link.
Was it about the Wyoming derailment?
Nothing’s amiss. Muldoon is the only one who screws up links.
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Um, what?
For some reason, the word integrity raised an eyebrow.
On civilisational continuity:
Previously and related:
You have to wonder how some people imagine a civilisation comes about without, among other things, a sense of lineage, of continuity.
And from the above, this:
The progressive mind is a very odd thing.
Note that the original post, to which Mr Burkett and Eigenrobot are responding – the one sneering at any acknowledgment of ancestry as “loser shit” – is by Mr Sonny Bunch, a contributor to the Washington Post and The Atlantic.
Because of course.
Diversity and Pride!
From the replies, “hostile vehicle mitigation bollards.”
Goddamn Link-O-Matic…
I started reading the article.
They’re gay! They’re fabulous! They’re . . . beige as all hell. Their home is artfully curated to the point of being devoid of personality.
But… but… they have “a moody den” and “a three-person bed.”
And it’s just Saturday morning, so I need a bookmark to find my way back to where I left off.
My Bronx, in black and white. Testing a new backdrop and he’s my handy model. He works cheap.
I’m fussing him with my mind.
[ Proofreads The Year Reheated, all 3,500 words of it, one last time. ]
[ Clicks schedule. ]
The bollards of Islington, 1976.
I learned they were needed to keep the stupid people from running into the roads and killing themselves.
Just checking in with the Green Party.
Oh.
It may just be me, but this would be seen as making assumptions about who is not feeling “welcomed and included” so why on earth would they do this?
Nevermind.
Sigh…my soulmate.
An incompetent, likely corrupt, official delivering a rant about integrity from the Marion S. Barry, Jr. Building is beyond parody.
D.C. Police Chief Pam Smith. She resigned recently due to a report that she intimidated subordinates into under-reporting crime statistics.
She was a DEI hire–black, female, lesbian.
Being unqualified both in skills and in morals, she is now angry and shouts that she dindu nuffin.
“Never Mind the Bollards, We’re the Dumbasses.”
Note the comment, farther down in that thread, proving not only that Noah lied about being unaware, but also in fact that he cheered it on.
This is true of most of the leftists I’ve known and known about. Malicious and duplicitous liars.
‘We had to destroy the democracy in order to save it.’
Now is the time when we juxtapose:™
* The left professes to respect and treasure the authentic culture of rural folks, as leftie folk music venues will remind you.
* The left hated and despised the Andy Griffith Show, which not only depicted small town and rural life, but also regularly showcased actual folk musicians.
(Prompted by chancing to tune in to an old Andy Griffith episode.)
Becoming a parent makes a lot of leftism look really silly.
It’s not just the trans fetishists who need this reminder:
DEI and Disparate Impact Theory required he be treated leniently.
if only that were universally true
Well, it’s not, I think, irrelevant that the dumbest assertions quoted in the post came from people who appear not to be parents. The ones, for instance, claiming that “It’s only by chance you were born to said ancestors.”
As if other options were available.
From the archive, a seasonal offering for those who may have missed it, and in which a song is pondered:
Vibeslayer.
Never Mind the Bollards. Here’s the Sex Pistols.
Band names
M&S really do make the best cheesy poofs.
[ Chomping, crumbs. ]
Cheesy poofs?
That was my Cartman voice.
This being M&S, they’re called Cheese Tasters, because apparently that’s much classier, but they’re very cheesy and eating them is not unlike mainlining MSG.
[ Brushes vividly orange residue from face, hands, furniture. ]
Here, in Canada, they’re called Cheezies.
The Other Half is watching Forbidden Planet.
[ Loud electronic burblings. ]
Come on people, look sharp*…Cheesy Poofs. Do I have to say it? Like Liberace and Rip Taylor…form a musical…? What? A what?
*said in Lionel Barrymore’s voice
On erotic fiction.
From the comments: “My blind girlfriend told me I was massive, but I knew she was pulling my leg.” [ Snort ]
Immediate deportation is the minimum necessary policy. But ultra-violence would be even better. Terrorize them and their friends into never daring to return to the West.
“It’s twoo! It’s twoo!”
The killing and butchering of geese in parks, which doesn’t happen….
As I was saying, deport the perps and their entire families.
Musical interlude.
[ Mixes a Pimm’s for the first time in decades. ]
Huh. This doesn’t taste nearly as good as when I was 23.