When Two People Argue
The results can be… revealing:
You see, caring about your family, your ancestors, your lineage, your children, is “actually absurd,” apparently. And by implication, some kinds of context – where you came from, say – are to be scorned as worthless.
An earlier, related exchange comes to mind:
One more time:
I’m guessing that’s some kind of progressive metaphysics.
One commenter, a “pansexual she/her,” insists that civilisations are built by “stealing and oppressing other people.” Other, more edifying variables are not deemed interesting. I’m guessing that our “pansexual she/her,” the one who doesn’t think that lineage and genetic continuity play a role of any importance, isn’t herself a parent. And therefore hasn’t had the strange pleasure of seeing her children develop the features and attributes of various relatives. A sister, an uncle, a grandfather.
Though I doubt mere obliviousness would fully explain this phenomenon. There’s an element of contrivance, of affectation and perversity.
Mr Convente is currently invoking victimhood – because people have read his pronouncements and have either laughed or pointed out why those pronouncements are unconvincing. Mr Convente is also calling Mr Burkett various vulgar terms and is insinuating some nefarious racial motive, despite offering no actual evidence to that effect.
Because if you pause to consider the physical basis of family, even in measured terms, and if you point out the logical idiocy of the “It’s only by chance you were born to said ancestors” school of thought, seemingly favoured by so many progressives, then this can only be explained by some seething racial animus. Apparently.
Mr Convente also declares, with some pride, “I don’t want kids.” Being, as he puts it, “too selfish.”
Our Betters, ladies and gentlemen. See their pieties shine.
Lifted from the comments, which you’re reading, of course.
What struck me was the nebulousness of the pretext, its gaseous nature. And there was no follow-up, no effort to add credibility to the accusation. It’s just thrown out there, casually, as if it were habit. But if I were planning to call someone a racist, or to pointedly insinuate such, I think I’d feel obliged to provide some pretty solid evidence to that effect, preferably quoting the other person’s own words. What they’ve actually said or done.
Lest I be thought a sly, unprincipled tosser.
Someone who wants to win, to seem righteous, but without actually doing the work.
Some of us work the early shift and find this a normal occurrence.
It’s glorious to have the top of the mountain to yourself for a half hour because nobody else is at the trailhead until 8AM.
It’s also glorious to be able to get a parking spot with no issue.
I am going to Hell for laughing at this.
There is something to be said for the sense of being the only visible human being in a scenic valley, or even on what is usually a busy street.
Mocking Muslims, graffiti division.
What could possibly go wrong?
When I was in high school, during our tear down weeks we would have two-a-day practices. Morning workouts started at 5 AM. The usual half hour drive to the pool was reduced to 20 minutes. Stop lights were more like stop signs. Pull up, stop, look around, no cops or other cars, go… The few times I have been up and about at that hour now, things seem a bit busier. Not in the living in the same location but it seems to me that there are more people working or…whatever in those hours. Of course this was back when Seven/Elevens were only open from 7AM to 11PM. Thank Heaven.
And so we have a term for something that is supposedly The Worst Thing A Person Can Possibly Be, a kind of moral mic-drop, and which is, simultaneously, tossed around routinely and with a remarkable lack of care. A combination that doesn’t exactly suggest good faith.
Ad blockers are your friends.
Meanwhile, the far-right unleash a terrifying new weapon.
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Before I clicked the link, the first thing I thought was “Sidney Sweeney?”
is there a racial component to when this judge releases violent criminals?
If it’s no bother, please save me a seat.
Is Texas less fabulous?
From the X linked article…
Why? Seattle has already billed itself as an §AFLCIOSU76Ж√ haven. Drama queens being dramatic, I guess.
Unless the wife is also “trans”, heterosexuality with extra steps, it seems.
“Lived experience”, maybe, I have questions about the other.
RTWT
Difficult to do with proper regard for my ‘day-to-day lived experience and mental health’.
Perhaps this particular video is an exception but I quite like the tour of the scenery. There’s something comforting about walking about at that time of the year.
Fair enough, but around here all links are assumed to be at your own risk.
The Very Smart Journalist never learned the actual meaning of “influx”, and never even heard of its antonym “efflux”.
I, of course, do not approve.
[ *snerk* ]
[ Glares in disapproval ]
[ Glare intensifies ]
Self-dramatising narcissists self-dramatising, narcissistic.
Labour’s new Health Secretary struggles with biology, reality, honesty.
Falling water house: maybe 35 years ago I visited it in summer. My primary impression was dampness and the coldness of the layout/furniture. Around Chicago you can find Wright motifs all over, including the lobby of my local hospital.
by the way, “Nonce is invalid” is still a thing. Not sure what a nonce is. heh
Via Grok:
If, granted, mildly aggravating.
Wright designed houses that were artistically interesting but unsuited for living: Various problems of the sort you describe, plus endless maintenance problems caused by poor design, plus over-design of the interior forcing the residents to adjust their living to suit the house rather than vice-versa. And all that exposed stone? Dust collectors!
There almost seems to be a pattern of American behavior in Far East countries, almost.
Black American behavior.
And yet blacks complain about global anti-black attitudes.
So we shouldn’t fash ourselves for the nonce?
And once again I understand barely half of what goes on here.
Were I in the monkey-naming business, I would of course have named him Spank. Yes, the joke is easy but…I mean, come on. Some things simply must be said. Only a real jerk would have named him Punch.
Borrowing a friend’s care to move some stuff, I had to rely on the radio and it alone for my listening pleasure. I made the mistake of actually wading through this episode of This Amercian Life and by the end thought, “This is coiple is reprehensible and I wish they had failed.”
Let me give you the TL;DR.
Two women, one real, one a confused man. At some point he enlisted in the Navy and later on – after fathering two children – transitioned to being a transwoman. But oh noes, the EEEEEVIL TRUMP said there was no place in the military for transgender people. This upset him so much, as he related in the episode, that he’d get up at night to go piss and collapse crying on the bathroom floor.
Real naval officer fodder, there. Oh, and his chosen name is Geirid. Because I guess Sue was taken.
Even his wife thought his emotions were just “too much.” Trust me, she comes across as someone of whom you think, “Hell, she’s just in it for the Tricare.”
But all is not lost! On the eve of disaster where our hero might get drummed out of the Navy with a designation on their involuntary discharge that indicates they are a security risk, a miracle!
HE GETS APPROVED FOR 100% MEDICAL DISABILITY DUE TO SOME OLD KNEE INJURY.
Of course he does.
So now he can medically retire from the Navy as a “she,” and get his pension and benefit s for the rest of his life.
Towards the end of the episode he gets a bit peeved at his wife when she says they “gamed the system.”
I am guessing Chrissy there is the Queen of Moral Relativism. Because, yes, you both did GAME the system.
O, and they are looking to move to Germany because, you know, there’s that transgender genocide happening here.
Although I still haven’t see any bodies.
Just the kind of chap to be in charge of an aircraft carrier.
It has come to my attention that people, supposedly educated “conservative” people still do not understand how non-November elections work. Some people are under the impression that judicial seats or county commission seats or especially…SCHOOL BOARD seats that are on non-November ballots are just primary elections and that those positions will be filled when they appear on the ballot in November. That’s not how it works. THAT’S NOT HOW ANY OF THIS WORKS…ahem…yes I am sure this does not apply to anyone here, just as I was sure last week that this did not apply to any reasonable person whom I know in meat space. Yes…I know (in Greg Gutfeld wide-eyed, head nodding look around face)…
This is your threadly-ish reminder that the next elections (AFAIK) in this country are TOMORROW in Georgia, Idaho, Kentucky, Pennsylvania, Alabama, Oregon and maybe even other states.
Also May 26 in Texas.
June 2 in California (top-two primary; includes governor, U.S. House, and more), Iowa, Montana, New Jersey, New Mexico, South Dakota.
June 9 in Maine, Nevada, North Dakota, South Carolina
June 16 in Alabama, Georgia (again), Oklahoma, and DC.
Pro-tip that is apparently necessary for republicans…If you look at your watch and see that it is a TUESDAY, ask yourself…”Do I need to vote today? If not, what upcoming TUESDAY will I need to vote, who are the candidates, and what are the issues?” Hope this helps!
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Seattle’s thinking of declaring some sort of emergency because 500 alphabet people have moved there from the other 49 states over some unstated period, and 20% of them are from Texas.
Well.
I can certainly see why that might be an emergency for a city with the well-known managerial competence of Seattle.
Snort.
I’m trying to identify the figures in this image.
1. Milei
2. Elon
3. ??? Grok thinks Jordan Peterson but I think not
4. Meloni?
5. Ayn Rand?
6. Milton Friedman?
All a bit fuzzy, but…
No piercings or tattoos, but his face nonetheless screams “I am bent”.
They still searching for the barber?
The line between politician and prostitute gets blurrier every day.
“Now let’s get it, girls.”
Starting young.
Modern parenting.
Oops.
A rapid influx of persons, you say? And that’s a problem?
So, dismantling the tree from the top down, branch by branch, wasn’t an option?
No way would I attempt to fell a tree that close to a house.