This vehicle is reversing. || Downside detected. || Big spider. || Squid roll. || Satie on a bondoneon. (h/t, Elephants Gerald) || There was, alas, some screaming. || Compatible skillsets. || Crossing of note. || “We did not come here to coexist.” || “And I’m still laughing,” says she. || The thrill of wrapping. || The progressive retail experience, parts 736, 737, 738, 739 and 740. || The pram of the future, 1971. || ‘Twas an uncanny transformation. || A museum of antique tubas – and other niche museums. || Bow ties. || Turbulence of note. || Beware the brown acid. || Suboptimal solution. || Balloon turkey, balloon wombat. || Blockage fondled. || Peak twat fashion. || So how was the funeral? || I question the footwear. || Firearms. || Feeling his chunkiness. || I feel we ought to have a word for this.
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See? Buttons.
Intricate.
Why not? It was likely responsible.
No.
You, however, seem suspiciously familiar with the ‘side effects’.
Oh, and Happy Thing to you heathens in the colonies.
Many thanks, O Gracious Host.
Am planning to celebrate unabashedly today – and when I am back on a secure connection, will check the couch and truck to see if there’s enough coinage to fling your way.
One thing I am learning on my budget adventures is that I am not missing out much by not having cable or any subscription TV service at home. There is apparently a new show called This is Poly or some such, and based on the ads for it, it is exactly as you’d expect. There’s the same type of Poly that has featured here, many time, with all the associated nauseating “drama”. But because we must have Diversities, there’s also the African King and His Harem of Queens version of Poly, which seems to kinda go against the definition of Poly from the Alphabet Soup crowd.
Your host endorses these fine sentiments.
[ Flicks through catalogue of ivory canes. ]
All well and good as long as you don’t go outside with it, you are likely to be nicked for potentially causing a disturbance somewhere, somehow, sometime, maybe.
Portrait of George Washington Giving a Vocabulary Lesson:
If Poly doesn’t want a cracker then I’m not interested.
“Heathens”, maybe, but at least you got the statue of George back.
Portrait of George Washington Giving a Vocabulary Lesson:
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Well, given the fact that Bronx still has his ‘bits and bobs,’ as they say . . .
So, has policing in the UK just been completely abolished? Between the young dude getting roughed up by a female cop and now this – the crime is being committed IN FRONT OF THE POLICE. And yet, they do nothing.
So much for Liberté, Égalité, et Fraternité.
Per Mr. Webb, the Birmingham constabulary is asking you not circulate the footage of their strenuous efforts to keep the peace.
New York escalators: I had a chance to review their state energy plan a few years ago. It was so full of wishes and unicorns that I needed aspirin when done reading. Not a real engineering document but being used to manage their grid. They banned new gas pipelines but when the energy company refused to hook any new customers up, they blamed them, as if somehow they should hook up more customers even with no additional gas. These people should not be in charge of anything that requires even simple addition.
The warmth of collectivism for thee, not me.
250 years, you say. Ah, bless. That’s so darned cute.
A definite touch.
Can see why the Birmingham constabulary wants to suppress the footage.
Shouldn’t be in charge of anything beyond blowing their own noses.
Well we kept our heads for the most part. God did send y’all a Cromwell, but I suppose that was still when we were a part of the “y’all”. Never mind…
Liberté, Égalité, climatisé!
We have pubs and post offices older than that.
Just sayin’.
Can see why the Birmingham constabulary wants to suppress the footage.
Once again, I recommend:
The American Revolution led to the Loyalists fleeing to Canada.
A new British revolution could have the same result, since Canada is becoming a communist/islamist state.
Explains the bar snacks.
I’M JUST SAYIN’.
The resemblance is uncanny.
Cute? Like your aircraft carriers?
More indigenous knowledge.
LOL.
From the first comment at the link:
Which as another commenter says:
Because, like all leftist “knowledge”, it’s all bullshit. They lie, they gaslight, the pretend to not understand, because…again…none of their engagements in discussion are about logic and reason. It’s all about repetition, intimidation, isolation, did I say intimidation?, volume, and “perceptions of reality”. You will never, ever defeat them on the battlefield of logic and reason. They. Just. Do. Not. Care. About. Your. Arguments. You’re stupid, you’re ignorant, you’re incomprehensible, you’re vile scum. What you have to say Does. Not. Matter.
The responses to that are the way. Not logic, not reason. At best minimal referrals to such. Cold, hard, harsh insult and (as much as possible from a distance across wires) intimidation. Sharper language would help, but directionally, intensificationally(?) correct.
LOL for/at Christopher Nolan:
I should note that I’ve known a lot of commies. Most of them pretended to not be commies but rather “progressives”, “anarchists”, “democratic socialists”, “workers rights advocates”, “proud union members”, “pragmatists”, even “liberals”. (How ignorant do you think I am to tell me that The Nation is a liberal rag?) They always betrayed their true nature by the pattern of what they supported and opposed, but they nearly always continued to deny the truth.
Holy moly, can we clone this lady? (mad props)
Holy, moly. Sounds vaguely familiar. But yes.
We have pubs and post offices older than that.
True, but for how long – well, for the pubs at least?
AHA! I knew there was some reason I bookmarked that first snippet! (been super distracted this week … going on vacation soon) Thank you!
For you poor bastards living under communism. I understand with all that temperature stuff happening they have y’all slaving away converting C’s into F’s so you can better understand how miserable you are. Pro tip: Multiply by two, subtract ten percent then add 32. Saves you messy guzintuhs and stuff. Also for y’all in parts of Kentucky. They tell me fire ain’t been extended up into all the hollers yet.
He lectures in sociology.
It’s like they’re all reading from the same script.
As I said in reply, it’s a moral non sequitur. But it’s comprehensible as a kind of social jewellery, a fashionable perversity. Hence, I suppose, the uniformity.
And as noted recently, the urge to conjure excuses for why you shouldn’t be allowed to object to the rapid and often dramatic degradation of your home is quite telling. If some unrelated people colonised something or other centuries before you were born, you can’t object and deserve whatever woes ensue. If your grandfather was a migrant, you can’t object and deserve whatever woes ensue. If you like spicy food, you can’t object. And deserve whatever woes ensue.
The made-up rules, these perverse little poses, are almost surreal.
And so, our Heroic Sociology Lecturer claims that our current swamping with uninvited zero-skill migrants is a consequence of – and by implication, payback for – some historical wickedness indulged in by other, unrelated people centuries earlier. A kind of collective racial guilt.
How terribly progressive. And not exactly a message to make one enthusiastic about any further immigration from the shit holes of planet Earth.
And when challenged on his own statements and their obvious implications, our Heroic Sociology Lecturer resorts to coy evasion (“I never said… ‘punishment'”) and then simply lies about the demographics of Sweden.
Our Betters, you know.
Methinks they literally are.
“Moral non sequitur” is exactly right. What does having “links” to a country have to do with illegal immigration.
Also, COMMUNITY NOTES remain undefeated.
And so, the 800 residents of the village Linton-on-Ouse should apparently stop complaining about the arrival of 1,500 male ‘asylum seekers’. Because colonialism, or something.
And the people seen here, the ones looking on in dismay, should also shut up. Because our Heroic Sociology Lecturer has fathomed their ancestral, racial sin.
Kerching. Also we never reach peak twat.
Bless you, sir. May you always have parchment paper sheets and thereby avoid aggravating/comical attempts to separate pizza from the surface on which it was cooked.
I read that as a gerund and was about to Google it as I did earlier with “tankie,” wondering what does one do to kerch, and then realized it was a case of onomatopoeia.
It’s early. I need another coffee.