And Infinite Tissues
Devil Himself to pass within mere miles of council staff workplace, sandbags deployed, weeping ensues:
Labour council offers staff ‘safe spaces’ because Farage is visiting.
Although Mr Farage’s brief presence in the city will have “no direct impact” on Council staff, Leeds City Council human resources chief, Mr John Ebo, has assured pre-emptively traumatised employees that they will be comforted with “wellbeing network chats.” “Safe space conversations” will, of course, be “enabled.”
Council employees are urged to “be vigilant.”
I’m just going to leave this here, for no reason whatsoever.
Readers may detect an implicit gulf, both political and psychological, between much of the electorate and the people who spend their money.
Two bad anarchists become good anarchists.
I would propose that they are announcing the need to “enable safe space conversations” and “wellbeing network chats” as a way of establishing the idea that “our political opponents are dangerous contaminants who cause harm merely by existing.”
It’s a clever manipulation tactic to prime people into thinking that the opposition isn’t just wrong, they’re evil, and they’re contagious. It’s highly dehumanizing and intentionally so. Saying “I feel unsafe” isn’t a statement of fact — it’s a Cluster B weaponization of supposed victimhood in the face of your existence.
Imagine you’re invited to meet with your opponents and you show up in full hazmat gear so that you won’t catch their cooties. The pathologization of political opinions is straight out of the Soviet playbook. They’re making their opponents into inhuman monsters who should probably be eradicated at some point.
We may roll our eyes at the neuroticism it encourages, but it’s actually cynical and psychopathic. I find it enraging at the leaders for playing on neuroticism and I despair because the tactic effing works.
What is wrong with people?
That’s not incompetence; that’s a boondoggle. The project is a mere pretext for sending billions of federal dollars down rat holes and into the pockets of politically connected entities.
They’re not sitting there wondering how to operate a wrench. They’re laughing their way to the bank.
Hope the aqueduct’s okay.
When psychopathy is rewarded expect more of it.
Stable marriage.
It’s not unlike the joke that the Chinese ideogram for ‘trouble’ is two women under one roof. (I don’t think it actually is, the ideogram, but the gag retains a certain resonance.)
From a German teacher, some imported population news:
The words “catastrophe that lies ahead” are used, and not, I think, hyperbolically.
From the Reddit link: “A marriage with 3 men would be unstoppable”. 😄
“the more women involved in the relationship, the higher the failure rate.”
Heh.
[ Hides breakables. ]
I have doubts.
Without poking through the data and methodology – which I don’t want to do, assuming its available – I could only guess at how robust the conclusion is.
I gather that lesbians tend to pursue cohabitation and marriage more often and more quickly than gay men, and that they divorce more often and more quickly. Lesbians as a group are also much more prone to domestic violence and spousal abuse than either straight couples or gay male couples. And women in general are more prone to neuroticism, which will tend to make things bumpy.
Also, I gather gay men who marry are more prone to ‘open’ relationships, i.e., shagging about, which rather dents the idea of a marriage. Again, whether these things were factored into the calculations, I couldn’t say.
I would, however, add – not entirely facetiously – that my own domestic relationship has often seemed much less complicated than many straight relationships I’ve seen. A friend of long-standing once described us as “the most married” people she knows. Which I took as a compliment.
OH MY GOD.
I clicked out before I got to the OMG stage. I cherish my pre-dawn peace.
Well, that’s detention, obviously. See me after class.
Meanwhile in Cuba, the locals are being uplifted by tablecloth wearing AWFLs.
However, noted hypochondriac gives a warning about such travel.
An astute comment on the lot of the above.
They’re like moral children. But without the charm one might expect from an undeveloped, unworldly being.
It is also very much a projection. They are the evil, contagious ones and they know that. They simply believe that it’s just the way of the rest of the world.
In other words: They don’t kill you for being a fascist. They call you a fascist in order to justify killing you.
I believe you are correct: I once attempted without success to find corroborating data in reliable sources, and none of my online translation experiments were successful (not that one can trust online translators.)
Old joke:
George Bernard Shaw weighs in, via Lerner and Loewe.
Unlubricated tribes.
I mean, I’m not sure there’s a party to root for, but still.
Especially as we’ve been assured, in quite chiding terms, that rival tribes couldn’t possibly exist. Nor any consequent social friction. To suggest that such phenomena are real, indeed routine, is, we’ve been told, “stunningly racist.”
They’re only charming when they’re someone else’s. And even then the charm has a short half-life.
“It’s a condition that affects only women, so of course they’ve made a trans woman their representative.”
The ludicrousness of our times is sometimes hard to put into words. Again, it often feels like one long shit-test.
Remastered.
“[…] Endometriosis South Coast insisted that it was “scientifically inaccurate” to suggest endometriosis was a condition that only affected women.”
It’s all getting rather surreal. The BBC, for instance, seems to feel a need to have cross-dressing men with OnlyFans accounts appear on its lunchtime gameshows. And a news item on meningitis vaccinations must – simply must – feature at least one cross-dressing man, preferably with a Go Team Palestine badge.
It’s become something of a running joke that it’s a rare day indeed when the BBC News website doesn’t feature a cross-dressing man, usually prominently, and often for reasons that do rather stretch the definition of news.
It’s like some weird compulsion.
I picture an enormous BBC rolodex of psychologically marginal cross-dressing men who can be shoehorned in to pretty much anything at very short notice.
So I asked Grok. Because I had to:
So sorta the opposite, yet kinda sorta true but mostly pretty much not true, but then…obscure, you say…
Can anyone think of an occasion where ‘stot‘ or ‘pronk‘ would arise in conversation?
My dog stots every time we walk past a particular neighbor. She’s showing how fierce she is to the other dog (who is, of course, safely behind a gate).
Clearly, we aren’t discussing gazelles and their modes of ambulation anywhere near enough. In fact, in nearly 20 years, I can find only 15 gazelle-related comments.
DO BETTER, PEOPLE.
So… one woman plus a backup is OK.
Black savages making the case for segregation.
NHS, envy of the world…
Clearly a racist who didn’t appreciate her Indigenous Ways Of Knowings™.
In today’s exciting episode of AWFL Tales™, An Airheads Lament; a play in one act:
Poor little rich girl moves to 3rd world country to “flee” US&A, plan doesn’t go exactly to plan. (Voice warning)
Such much? Well here’s another one, The Stotting Gazelles. Band name. They’re the latest thing in Pronk Rock.
The continual fiddling with her sunglasses makes me want to strangle her with her own hosiery.
[ Sips calming tea. ]
She is just another vibrant Nigerian, cruelly prevented from gifting us with her knowledge and wisdom.
Simon Webb has noted the prevalence of fraud among Nigerian immigrants.
London is so “enriched” that “certain people” steal water intended for marathon runners.
Possibly related.
[ Edges closer to door. ]
There is never a Lubyanka around when you need one.
Natural plant-based alternative to GLP-1’s.
Meanwhile in Cuba, the locals are being uplifted by tablecloth wearing AWFLs.
I utterly despise everyone who got on that plane to go to Cuba to “render aid.”
Indigenous practices are all the thing.
Or Cheka.
Via esr:
Over-discussed, under-discussed.
I’ve seen the rationing morality in several exchanges – a pseudo-pious delight in thwarting, resignation and needless decline. The expectation that you will quietly defer to insane energy policies, insane immigration policies, social degradation, etc. All in name of niceness.
Ain’t pretty.
[ In mood for Marple and some cosy murder, watches The Pale Horse. ]
Hijos de putas indeed.
OTOH, this brought a tear to my eye, poor sods.