I’m In Charge Of What You Can Say Because I’m So Humble
I paraphrase, of course. Though not, I think, wildly:
The alleged harms of debate and the citing of statistics are not mere rudeness or a failure to flatter, but “lasting psychological damage.” Because statistics can do that, apparently.
What might constitute controversy in the minds of such implausibly delicate creatures is not made clear, though we are told that the terms “blind review,” “handicap parking” and “immigrant” were considered “harmful language” by Stanford University’s IT department. Which does rather suggest a kind of neurotic contrivance.
Humble, you say. We’ll get to that in a second.
You can guess where this one’s going.
And,
And what better gift to the world than imposing your own hang-ups and inadequacies on everyone else, quite emphatically, at every opportunity?
And then we arrive at this glorious conundrum:
The study, found here, informs us that those most keen to pre-emptively shut down discussion, including by vigorous means, also “rated themselves as higher in… empathy.”
The inversions of progressive “empathy” – and its routine departure from reality – have of course been poked at here before.
And regarding those claims of humility, nothing says, ‘I entertain the possibility that my assumptions may be wrong’ like forbidding any and all attempts at contradiction.
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If you’re a progressive everything has to be reversed.
Spencer Pratt’s LA mayor ads are incredible.
That’s… quite something. And not, I think, unfair.
Lying all the time *is* stressful.
Not only is it fair, it is a very good thing to do: Liberals have long demonized conservatives while conservatives have foolishly turned the other cheek. It’s past time to go scorched-earth and use every opportunity to point out what corrupt, malicious monsters liberals are.
The only reason she was never hired before was because she wasn’t White. The only reason.
So there is hope for me yet to make my runway debut.
Not gonna lie, so do I.
Take it to the limit..one more time.
Get in line, sister.
[ Fetches enormous mirror, practises sass and fabulousness. ]
Are you swayed?
I thought so.
The purpose of a system is what it does, as Stafford Beer once said.
Speaking of which, we go to Japan…
Meanwhile in an American supermarket…
‘She’?
Zay vill kroosh you like ze bug you are.
Ye’ll take the high road . . .
Mr Wadhwa has been mentioned here previously.
Curious what “IT” stands for.
Enriches wildlife too!
Previously.
Also.
How dare you object!
People to whom such things have to be explained really shouldn’t be there. It’s a deal that doesn’t make sense.
Underlying all of this is a need to control.The idea of people doing and saying what they will is terrifying.
They don’t need it explained. They know what they’re doing is morally and legally wrong. They don’t care, because they know there will be no consequences.
Both of which are grounds for exclusion/deportation.
He’s playing to his morally and intellectually defective voter base–a population who would happily vote for a dark-skinned Hitler or Stalin or Mussolini.
One of the problems with treating such people with endless patience is that they don’t get told often enough just how grossly inferior they are.
I’m blind in one eye, due to a childhood injury.
When I filled out my census form in 1995 (I got the long form that year), my answers so offended the ministry that they sent out a zampoliti to “discuss” them with me.
It agreed that answers were, well, technically correct, but they were not to the it’s liking. They were so not to their liking, I was told, that they were considering “correcting” the form with more palatable answers.
So, I asked, you’re intending to illegally modify a signed legal document, without my consent?
Realizing what it had just admitted to, the zampoliti quickly switched tack and noted that despite my being blind in one eye, I had not listed myself as disabled. This was ungood, potentially double plus ungood, as it meant the government department for dealing with handicaps would get less of that tasty tax money, I was told. Why hadn’t I admitted I was handicapped, I was asked.
Because I’m not. There’s really nothing I can’t do because of it, so I don’t really consider myself handicapped. Sure, I can’t fly a plane (legally, anyway), but neither can any of my non-pilot friends. I’m too tall to be a horse jockey, and too short to be a pro basketball player, too. I don’t consider those handicaps.
Frustrated, the zampoliti asked me what I did consider myself to be. I answered “maimed“, because it was accurate. I wasn’t offended by the term, but this government droid was.
The problem was that it was desperately trying to show its’ moral superiority of how much it cared about and for me, while concurrently being frustrated by me, because I didn’t feel the appropriate amount of self pity it felt I was obligated to feel.
This reminds me of that. These people don’t see emotional fragility and victimhood as problems to be resolved, but as goals to be achieved.
Woman joins women’s soccer team.
Film at 11.
“Them” is an interesting name for a magazine. Reminiscent of sf monster movies.
Japan, yes, US&A, likely groveling apologies.
I am sure there will be a follow up story about how woman jacked on testosterone does against normal women. I crack me up.
Left out the word ‘bad’.
Indeed.
https://counter-currents.com/2026/05/the-wests-forgotten-gift-rediscovering-lost-civilizations/
That.
This came to mind:
Ms Leung, whose mouthings are quoted in the piece, does seem to epitomise the grubby, spiteful, stupefying phenomenon.
No kings, but this clown wants to just make up rules on the fly and cast judgement like a king* might. The Divine Right of Clowns.
*Though not even most kings had quite that much power
Recall Edward Said and his concocted Orientalism bogeyman: All those Europeans who were fascinated by the art, history and culture of the Middle East and South Asia–enraptured even–became via his clever rhetoric and highly selective quotations, evil people to be deplored and canceled.
And how many anti-psychotics prescriptions?
What to do about creatures like this?
Not enough.
Mesmerizing.
It starts the blind self-assurance that no matter what the scale is I am at the very least, better then average.
Absolutely first-rate artistry on display, there.
And yet it’s all wasted on stop-motion animation. With AI animations being such high quality anymore, why spend so much TIME creating something that you can do better with software?
If I needed a fanciful animated sequence, I would never pay for stop-motion; I would only pay for AI.
Meanwhile in an American supermarket…
Bitch, please. Have you seen the price of lamb lately?
Trans joy.
Page is all of 5’1″. Likely weighs around 85 pounds sopping wet in hockey gear.
What the heck, I am gifting y’all a dog with a styling edit I have been trying.
Growing up in the Bronx, I was fluent in sarcasm by the age of 4. Does that make me bi-ligual? Axing for a friend . . .
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[ Schedules tomorrow’s Ephemera, looks at chicken tikka mayo sandwich. ]
At the least learn the difference between language and dialect.
How I wish Charles Dickens were alive. This aggressive form of humble, virtuistic posturing (or should I say, ‘umble) if so wonderfully repellent, imagine the novel he would make out of it.
As it is, I may have to go back to David Copperfield for a refresher on how to mock this properly.
(And virtuistic is a word if I say it’s a word)