Friday Ephemera (819)
The robots are coming. || The fight against gravity did not go well. || When good girls go bad! || Discourse was attempted. || Inadequate product detected. || England’s most villagey town. || I’m guessing she ain’t happy. || The progressive retail experience, parts 730, 731 and 732. || Peeping spotted. || Peekaboo. || On suboptimal slipperiness. || Question asked, silence ensues. || I have questions. || An excellent use of a skateboard. || A descending voice. || The Digestive System, 1980. || For sale. || Choices were made. || A touch of Mozart. || It’s a tight one. || “She tried to remove my nuts with her teeth,” he said. || For bespectacled headbangers. || You want one and you know it. || I can see this working as a lair. || And finally, some Finnish performance art involving vast quantities of lube.
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Top men.
incense trebuchet
The first one made me think of Patrick McGoohan and The Prisoner. I don’t know why.
You want one and you know it.
Yes! I do!
The incense trebuchet was pretty cool too. I’m gonna guess Anglican tho – RCs just march through the aisles swinging the censer, and never in velour bathrobes.
Related.
https://www.wauhaus.fi/fluids
Or going.
Hard to tell.
*ahem*
“I’m guessing she ain’t happy”
Or
”This is why automotive glass is safety glass goofy 😜 “
I will award a bonus point for kicking the windshield out without fracturing it.
‘Any problems with rising damp?’
The giant thurible is in Santiago de Compostela, at the end of the pilgrimage route, the “camino.”
The “incense trebuchet” is called Botafumeiro a gallego word meaning “smoke thrower.”
Incidentally, when Spaniards tell stupid-people jokes, it’s the gallegos they joke about.
‘Bizarre pantless envounter with Mr Sparky’ 😂🤣😂🤣
‘Question asked, silence ensues.’
Future politician there…
Going without coffee or being eaten by a lion? Tough call.
Morning, all.
Not exactly a basis for confidence.
It’s the way madam mouths these things with such smug confidence, a self-satisfied air, while being reduced to silence when asked the most basic question one could ask. “I think that’s a fascinating question,” says she, after a very long pause, as if the thought had never occurred to her. As if questioning the premise, even defining her own go-to terms – on which everything else rests – had never been done. By her or by anyone in her circle.
It’s all so unearned.
And then of course she wants to change the subject. And we get the face-pulling and theatrical disapproval when faced with facts that are easily verified and which must necessarily follow from her own professed beliefs. And when the consequences are explained, she laughs. She titters.
Again, it’s not thinking, it’s not autonomous mental activity. These are incantations. It’s wearing opinions like social jewellery. The primary issue seems merely one of, “Which set of mouth sounds will make me look fashionable and confer in-group status?” This is who she is.
But hey, at least she didn’t assault him or try to steal his stuff.
Incoming.
But mastectomy is funny, dontcha know.
Quite.
It seems madam didn’t realise she was supposed to have load-bearing opinions. She just chose the shiny ones, the ones all her friends were choosing.
A longer video of the interaction, with more smug chuckling, can be found here. Sadly, just as things are getting interesting, the exchange is cut short by another grinning woman trying to break Mr Elston’s recording equipment. Before assaulting him and spitting on him.
As seems to be the custom. Among the self-imagined pious.
“Severely educated” as our host would say.
He needs to get a minder.
Especially when on or near a campus, where progressives gather. Which itself is instructive.
When I’ve shared videos of Mr Elston having his chats, I’m not expecting readers to necessarily agree with him on every point. I mean, he’s an odd character – not everyone would spend their time doing what he does, which requires a certain obsessiveness. (Said the blogger.)
But the dynamic of his chats is interesting – the ways in which activists and self-styled ‘allies’ tend to respond. They very often reveal themselves, sometimes vividly. Inevitably, Mr Elston is accused of “hate” and “bigotry” by the usual culprits, the activist organisations, but I’ve never seen him be anything other than civil. Unlike his opponents.
For whom punching and spitting and theft are somehow proof of their own righteousness.
Again, revealing.
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Wildlife doesn’t just stroll by – they are looking for shelter, food, or a mate at any given moment. So, yeah, with black bears – which fortunately are not predatory towards humans (although I would not mind to see a few less tourists in the Smokies) – just hold back and let them get on their way.
However, if you are a food source as with a grizzly, or a mountain lion, or a wolf, well, then . . .
After hearing what the president of WPATH said regarding the effect of puberty blockers on boys, I am curious to know what kind of “personal experience” she has had that she knows treated boys CAN have orgasms.
More on WPATH and its jaw-dropping deceptions can be found here and here.
The audacity of those deceptions – and the credulity of so many doctors, their willingness to comply with political fashion and to abandon basic professionalism – in the name of being nice – is quite something. And for the squeamish among you, I should add that some of the material is quite, um vivid.
Not sure if ‘their willingness to comply with political fashion and to abandon basic professionalism’ can be laid at the feet of credulity.
It seems more likely those who participate in ‘gender affirmation’, especially after the effects are inescapable, are letting their inner Mengele run free.
Medical degrees don’t come with a conscience.
Ugh. Chesty mucous.
Lovely.
Drag name.
Another thing that never happens.
🙁
Less chocolate, more chicken soup.
A steamy sauna is good, too.
Guaifenesin, your Night Nurse™ already has the dextomethorphan, but I suspect the real reason for taking it is that it is 96% EtOH.
Speaking of Spanish religious things, just in time for Christmas or to while away a rainy day (or as they are call in the UK a day). (via Ace)
Now just wait a goddamn min…
[ Glances out of window. ]
Never mind.
Supervillain name in a rather bent comic book
Ooh, sunshine.
Vicks VapoRub
Trust me.
And in minority–status news.
I see we got a couple open peanut butter jars here….
Or put another way,
The transformation is concentrated in a handful of urban areas – notably, in London, Birmingham, Manchester and Leicester. White British pupils are still a majority nationally, but typically concentrated in rural and suburban areas.
The arms race continues.
Toads in heat.
Er, what? Should I take this map with a
grainspoonful of salt? But I did laugh and I’m not sorry.But enough about Parliament, Congress, Harvard, and Cambridge.
My shocked face.
More cultural enrichment.
I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to kill them.
I am absolutely certain.
Also: Display their heads on spikes.
With hair, it’s all about volume.
I’m trying to imagine explaining this to my wee seedling self.
It’s unfortunate that the robber was not shot dead with his own gun.
A dead feral is a feral that will never re-offend. Guaranteed.