Friday Ephemera (811)
Not ball, rock. (h/t, Elephants Gerald) || On bats and regurgitation. || Tidy, yes, but tricky to remove. || In case of fire. || Nommy-nommy-nom. || Nommy-nommy-nom 2. || So how was your day? || Wiggling. || When they do this, I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to break their ankles. || Alum. || Last days of the Cavendish Hotel, 1962. || Yes, but does he look girly, girly? || I quite like the idea of Delusion Visibility Day. || She wants to talk about her manhood. || Door policy. || For enthusiasts of toilet plunging. || Kiddie pool pervert meets police. || The progressive retail experience, parts 716, 717, 718, 719 and 720. || Companion, at height. || Suboptimal scenario. || Chernobyl fungus. || Not our finest offering. || Expensive stuff. || Hyphen needed. || And finally, they’re anti-fatigue lasers.
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[ Retrieves suspected deviants notebook. ]
What sort of titivation?
Can’t talk. Titivating.
Can’t talk. Titivating.
I suppose after the titivating shall come the masticating?
I love those words – they have definite, yet innocent, meanings, and sound a bit naughty. And unlike thespian, jokes made using them have not been gone after by the That’s Not Funny police. Yet.
[ Writes covert deviant in notebook. ]
<Refiles notebook at far end of 38″ shelf of similar notebooks.>
Bears repeating:
Some people just want to pretentiously agonise. Or pretentiously blame.
On a bookshelf somewhere, there are several ancient notebooks. From back in the Before Times, when, if you saw something quotable or interesting, you had to write it out by hand. Or chisel it into marble, or something.
Don’t neglect the subsequent deglutition.
With a chance of borborygmus.
The truth will set you [ reads notes ] up for a stint in quod.
Update: it’s either ‘disinformation’ or satire. The video is from 2024.
@Steve across the Pond,
Jim Treacher via Instapundit.
At risk of being indelicate, murdered by whom? Because I get the sense that the public is expected to assume something quite at odds with reality.
There is no end to their lies. Or demands that we be complicit in them.
The progressive driving experience. (From late in 2025.)
If memory serves, the overwhelming majority of the victims were murdered by aboriginal men, often family members. And the aboriginal murder rate is many times higher than that of the Infinitely Wicked White Devils, at whom the term is often aimed, presumably to elicit some kind of cowed deference.
Just as the overwhelming majority of black victims were murdered by blacks. And trans victims were murdered by other trans (or by customers of trans prostitutes.) And so on, ad nauseam.
This. There was a national commission that lasted three years and delivered its report ten years ago, so I don’t know why this is suddenly raising its ugly head again. It was thoroughly debunked at the time.
As important, although generally ignored, is that the rate of murder/disappearance for indigenous women is exactly in proportion to their demography – in other words, there is no there there, and never was.
(The issue is that areas with large numbers of aboriginals – the north, and areas around reservations – are extremely dangerous for all women)
Something else that’s hard to quantify, but that everyone who lives near a reservation knows: most of the “missing” women aren’t missing. They leave the reservation as soon as they can manage it and disappear into the nearest city because any woman over the age of 13 on a Canadian reservation has been r*p*d. Typically it’s by family, so they cut ties once they leave the reservation. When asked, the family describes them as “missing”.
You people are real?
Daniel Penny could not be reached for comment.
Jack Phillips could not be reached for comment.
Those water park Karens are getting what they voted for, good and hard.
Sadly, he was still conscious when they threw him off the train.
Would this be the vibrant, gentle, loving culture we keep hearing about? The example that shows us why whiteness must be abolished?
Indigenous ways of knowing?
In general, Canadian reservations combine the worst traits of inner-city black ghettos and urban Muslim enclaves.
One of the biggest problems is the rampant alcohol, substance and sexual abuse means that a staggering proportion of Canada’s aboriginals have fetal alcohol syndrome. That depresses the already low mean IQ of the aboriginal population and adds violent tendencies, ADHD and impulsivity into the mix, and now we have a downward spiral.
There’s really no palatable solution to this, short of what should have been done in 1969.
I honestly thought that was a Babylon Bee headline.
Indian reservations: IIRC, the tribes themselves favored the residential schools in order for their children to get a better education. The claims of mass murder of children is the worst kind of lie.
One of the problems on many reservations is that all land is held by the tribe. You cannot own the land your house is on, so in some places (e.g., Navaho in US) everyone lives in mobile homes (trailer park style). No incentive to open a store or business, in fact the opposite. When the reservation has a casino, it is rife with corruption.
Good to know.
Heh:
(via CdrSalamander)
Would that I were surprised.
As so often, you get the impression that they’ve just scraped any crumb of grievance they could think of into a pile, regardless of how the parts fit. It’s just more pretentious sorrow with which to exert leverage over the credulous. Those prone to public hand-wringing.
You poke at it – even by asking the most obvious questions, as above – and the whole thing wobbles. Bits fall off. But they count on their audience not asking those obvious questions. It seems to work surprisingly often.
More than once, I’ve wondered how supposedly clever people can listen to this obvious attempt at manipulation and not ask for even basic details. To maintain the illusion, the pretence, you have to not think about any number of things. The process of wanting to buy into it, wanting to belong to the Endless Sorrow Society, seems rather stupefying.
I say seems. Clearly is.
from the link:
In my youth the ACLU seemed to do some good. Now, not so much.
Now there is an oxymoronic name for you.
“I am new here, I don’t know UK laws, I only follow Sharia law.”
I dare say we can find better. Should they be required.
One more time:
Something tells me the above will have to be wheeled out with wearying regularity.
And by idea, I do mean glaringly obvious necessity.
There sure do seem to be a lot of violently insane Persons of Diversity.
Ooh. Vanilla and Biscoff cheesecake with double cream.
Score.
Hmmph.
There’s a local Japanese shop called Beard Pappa (no idea what the Japanese name is) that makes wonderful cream-filled puff pastries.
I just ate the last one.
Now I have a viable goal for the weekend!
Not unfair.
I think you should. We all think you should.
[ Waxes moustache. ]
Signs of far-right extremism. How many do you have, David?
Worth noting, I think, how little effort is required to trigger some tool’s antennae as a supposed right-wing extremist. Not least the kinds of people who tell us that a sane migration policy would be beyond the pale and almost certainly racist, that energy should be more expensive, and that men who put on frocks have somehow become women.
[ In background, sound of Other Half watching the 1984 ITV series The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. Specifically, The Norwood Builder. ]
:::snerk:::
Good choice. Jeremy Brett is still the best Holmes.
Unviable goals require less effort.
Yes, he’s very watchable in the role.
And Charles Gray makes an entertaining Mycroft.
Yes Minister and The Thick Of It are also flagged for ‘encouraging far-right sympathies’.
Heaven knows what they think of To The Manor Born or Keeping Up Appearances. Sentence first, verdict afterwards would be my guess.
Mark Kelly’s brain is broken.