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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Or he’s taking payola. Or he’s a victim of kompromat.
It’s that joke about about Gerald & Betty Ford come to life.
Should have kept the dog and shot her husband.
It’s the noticing . . .
If you go to the original post and read the many responses, it will restore your faith in humanity. At least, it did for me. Comments basically fell in three buckets: 1. Are you some kind of moron? 2. Good God but you’re lazy, and 3. You tipped $7 on that, you [insert preferred epithet here]
For some reason, this worthy cause comes to mind:
HELPING CHILDREN THROUGH RESEARCH AND DEVELOPMENT
Obviously, it stands for:
Hi Everyone, Let’s Pitch In ‘N Get Cracking Here In Louisiana Doing Right, Eh? Now Then. Hateful Rich Overbearing Ugly Guys Hurt Royally Everytime Someone Eats A Radish, Carrot, Hors-d’ouvres, And Never Does Dishes. Eventually Victor Eats Lunch Over Peoria Mit Ein Neuesberger Tod
Status: weekend half over. 0 new puff pastries acquired.
I was busy giving my pup tummy rubs.
When your only gig is Getting Back at Daddy.
The diaper cover is just lying on him; he’s not wearing it. Also consider that the Cosmo editors chose the clothing and vibe.
Also, this.
Remember how X started auto-translating Japanese tweets and putting them in American conservative timelines?
Well, today more countries are in the mix, and they immediately got down to the proper business of social media:
Marrying well.
My fellow right-wingers, I regret to tell you that we have been defeated by this killing blow.
Oh no.
Anyway . . .
Again, society-wide shit-test.
Ladies and gentlemen, the BBC.
Note that the only explanation for the academic shortcomings of certain minorities has to be “the curriculum, the system,” (a system never quite specified), the “systemic racism,” all that terrible, crushing “whiteness.” All that beastly pallor.
Because, hey, it couldn’t be anything else, could it?
I’m just going to leave this here, for no reason whatsoever.
Reminiscent of Jules Feiffer’s cartoons of silly women protesting things with interpretive dance.
Many magazine editors are either lunatics, or pervs, or amoral opportunists.
The denazification didn’t take.
An alternative way to defuse extremism, to make it unnecessary, comes to mind.
Will Poland eventually have to liberate Germany?
Imagine Polish tanks decorated with Winged Hussar emblems.
Wow. I’m no expert on dance but…they really suck.
Him, yes. Her, maybe not so much. At least she said it.
Germans gotta German. Europeans in general though.
When I was younger and studying these things during the Cold War era, I would occasionally run across a very conservative writer or person who expressed the idea that certain kinds of people, especially certain kinds of Europeans, just don’t want freedom. They fear it even for themselves. At the time I thought such a thing was absurd. It sounded like commie Russian propaganda designed to get us to abandon the defense of western Europe. Now I cannot wait to see us pull out of NATO. Even after the Cold War ended and the walls came down I was annoyed at the vast majority of people on the right who insisted we needed to maintain that organization.
Time to GTFO. Putin isn’t full-on commie anyway so what difference would it make? The rest of Europe can learn Cyrillic. Think of it like a continent wide fraternity initiation ritual. “Thank you sir! May I have another?” Maybe Russia would do less damage than the muzzies. Not that he’s likely to succeed at that. He can’t even take Ukraine back.
At this point, I would even be encouraged to see our WWII buried service members brought home from that soon-to-be-shithole continent. Needs to happen before they let the muzzies get much more control. It’s clear that even the muzzies themselves are not the full threat, it’s the useful idiot virtue signaling white women and their cuck full-of-themselves white men…sycophants really..who are the real problem. When you look at the typical white male center-right all the way to the left, the men are essentially sycophants to the feminist white woman standard.
It’s the noticing . . .
They think they can just switch this stuff on and off. Is foreign influence supposed to be bad now, even though the other 23 hours and 58 minutes of every day we’re told that we stupid whites owe everything we have to foreign influence. Or some foreign influence is bad, but how can we know given that the other 364 days of the year whites aren’t allowed to discriminate or to suggest that there might be differences of civilizational compatibility between different types of foreigners.
So JohnSmith123 on Twitter who supports Man U and has an opinion about our involvement in certain foreign wars might not be a real Englishman or a real person at all, and his opinions should be regarded as suspect. But Umbungu Mubungtu who’s just been ferried in by the Royal Navy from his rubber dinghy, and he supports Man U too and he expresses his opinions too about our involvement in certain foreign wars, but you mustn’t ever suggest that Umbungu, and Umbungus by the millions, might actually be a vector of divisive foreign influence and not the exemplar of British Values that the Pakistani mayor of London tells us he represents. JohnSmith123 disappears when his Twitter account is spam-blocked, but we have the Umbungus and their offspring for ever.
The big screens in homes and stores and streets showing black scientists, or fat beautiful people, or multiracial groups of friends enjoying diverse cuisine and cheering on women’s soccer – invented unrepresentative scenes staged using models and pushed in our faces 24-7 with billions worth of ad spend. We’re shown these at school and at work, with consequences for our life prospects if we raise an eyebrow. But we’re supposed to worry that the Russians are undermining this Utopia with AI prompts for Yookay scenes of loitering aliens and hijabs and kebab/pizza/vape/phone unlock/Turkish barbershops, which of course are completely ludicrous and not in the slightest way representing what our own eyes see in our own towns.
Stop it. You’re talking too much sense.