In Name Only
Via Mr Muldoon in the comments, a grimly educational tale from the Windy City:
Ah, a quality human being. Would make a mother proud.
But wait, there’s more.
Injuries including nine broken ribs and two fractured vertebrae. Still, at least an offer of help.
And then two more participants joined the drama.
Valuables, lest there be doubt. Things that could be taken.
Always an indicator of good intentions.
Mr Nelson and his charming lady friend were later apprehended, following some indignant yelling of profanity, and both were charged with unlawful vehicular invasion, burglary, and unlawful possession of credit cards.
However,
At which point, I’m going to share the words pit and hot concrete for no reason whatsoever.
As illustrated here many times, there are people, generally of a progressive leaning, who struggle to conceive of just how degenerate the degenerate can be. People who somehow remain clueless – one might say wilfully impervious – to the psychology and motives in play, as expressed, often vividly, by the criminals themselves.
And yet, there are creatures walking among us, in significant numbers, for whom the words human being would be a merely technical term and inaptly flattering.
Update, via the comments:
I’ve previously mentioned the evening, on an unlit country road, when the Other Half and I hit a drunk walking obliviously in the middle of the road.
After taking the chap to hospital, what lingered in the mind – other than learning that he was known to hospital staff and had been in several similar accidents – was an exchange during our reporting of the accident to the police. We were told that we’d “done the right thing” and that “not everyone would.”
I remember being taken aback and trying to imagine hitting someone with a car and just leaving them, with a broken arm, sprawled at the side of the road. As if that were a thing one might do.
And before you ask, no, it didn’t occur to me to start rummaging through his pockets for stuff we could steal while he was dazed and in shock.
By all means consider this an open thread.
I’m getting really sick of leniency.
I’ve previously mentioned the evening, on an unlit country road, when the Other Half and I hit a drunk walking obliviously in the middle of the road.
What lingers in the mind, shortly after taking the chap to hospital – other than learning from one of the admin staff that he was known to them and had been in several similar accidents – occurred during our reporting of the accident to the police. We were told that we’d “done the right thing” and that “not everyone would.”
I remember being taken aback and trying to imagine hitting someone with a car and just leaving them, with a broken arm, sprawled at the side of the road. As if that were a thing one might do.
And before you ask, no, it didn’t occur to me to start rummaging through his pockets for stuff we could steal while he was dazed and in shock.
As I commented in that thread, stay away from Chicago’s West Side and South Side. If there is something on the South Side that you want to visit (such as the University of Chicago or the Museum of Science and Industry) choose your route very carefully, drive with extreme caution, and do not take public transit. Even visits to the Field Museum, Adler Planetarium, and Shedd Aquarium on the near South Side should be planned carefully and the area should be
avoidedshunned after sunset.Not everyone living on the West Side and South Side is a savage, but many are–and many more are sympathetic to black criminals and devoid of sympathy for white people.
[ Smears hands with butter and Marmite, fondles baking potatoes. ]
But David, if you HAD rummaged, the drinks here might be more affordable. Slightly.
Update: I am now full of baked potatoes, grated cheese, sour cream and chive dip, leftover chili, and a lagoon of melting butter.
All is well.
Just what fraction of ethnically Irish are lying, genocide-loving shites?
Southern Irish, or Northern Irish?
And are you certain you linked to the right tweet? Or did you mean something other than “Irish”?
I suspect IRIS might have been autocorrected to Irish.
Republic of Ireland.
Yes. Because Fusilli Spock links to Daniel Lambert who blogs out of Dublin.
I’ve been noticing, lately, a lot of anti-Jewish and anti-American opinion coming out of Ireland. So much so that I’m not surprised to see sympathy for the Iranian regime.
Today’s word is symbolism.
Other words may come to mind.
Hey, white peoples could have done the exact same thing if they wanted to. There just weren’t any around that wanted to. For some reason. It’s an existentialist thing. My eleventh grade English teacher explained all about it.
I read about war a while back, how there might be death and destruction, while right across town people are going to work and shopping, like nothing is happening. You would think a war engulfs every inch of life, but I guess it’s not so.
Chicago is like this. I took my students on an architectural boat tour in Chicago this week. Gorgeous weather, bright blue sky, beautiful buildings. Signs of wealth and prosperity on every side.
Except the guy in the fentanyl fold, right on Navy Pier. Except for mayor Brandon’s policy of allowing rampant criminality with no consequences.
Like a war zone, everything in Chicago is fine until it’s not.
Meh. The Irish would side with literal Nazis for a price or advantage. Clannish/tribal peoples tend to be that way.
Chicago’s public transit is like that: the train you take to work at 8am might be okay, but then only an hour later someone is stabbed or set on fire near a downtown station.
Note also the numerous closed storefronts downtown: Before COVID and George Floyd these were rare. And likewise the office vacancy rate was 12% but is now 28%.
It’s taken a long time to assimilate the tribalism out of America’s Irish and Scottish immigrants.
I recall that the Irish government was very hostile to reports of Nazi death camps because it undermined their pretext for wartime neutrality.
It all went downhill when the south side containment field was broken. The mayor had to raise the bridges to stop rioters, and looters ransacked State. Freaking. Street. Meanwhile, I’m afraid of littering but they will pull down statues and destroy everything in sight.
Now the police don’t even chase criminals. Just let them meander away.
I love Chicago and wanted to move back downtown once my kids were grown. A nice little condo in Streeterville, maybe, or the near West Side.
Forget about it.
People’s Republic of Ireland from the sound of it these days.
It’s bad when the shields fail in spite of all Scotty can do. But when the captain chooses to lower the shields…
The mayor and many aldermen weren’t all that serious about protecting the downtown from south side savages. It’s also a shame that there are no bridges to raise just south of the Loop.
I recall that during the Milwaukee race riots of 1967, the National Guard stationed troops on the bridges separating the East Side of the city. Again, it’s a pity that the river barrier wasn’t a bit farther west, to protect the white working class people from the black savages.
Considering how far left Sinn Fein was/is….
3 stereotypes in 30 seconds
Grok clarified that this clip is from an episode of the TV show Mind Your Language.
Craven has a certain ring.
Oh, well, that was an obvious connection to an Iranian ship sporting a 76mm cannon and torpedo tubes and/or antiship missile launchers aft of the funnels totally unarmed during ongoing kinetic disagreements with the Great and Lesser Satans.
Let’s just check in on the Green Party.
Okay then.
Heh. I often wondered what became of young Mr. Upton. Seems the medical career didn’t pan out. Professor Loftus was right after all. Pity.
Please make sure all the other prisoners know that he killed a 7 year old girl.
Ketchup? Ketchup?? Get the Inquisition!
Recapitulating my remarks at SmallDeadAnimals:
Honestly, I think we flatter ourselves about what a “human being” is. The above behavior is common and expected. Pillaging a fallen enemy is what men do in war. To the victor go the spoils. And if you come upon an enemy already defeated by circumstance, so much the better.
Let us hasten to recall that in Chicago there is a state of essentially open warfare between the police and members of a certain visible minority group who shall remain nameless. So nobody should be surprised by this.
I think the word “civilized” doesn’t get enough respect. Only a CIVILIZED man will stoop to tending the wounds of a fallen enemy. They do this because it’s the right thing to do, not out of hope for a reward. They do not brag of their good deeds, because doing the right thing is unremarkable and EXPECTED in civilized society.
One does wonder why our alleged “leaders” are so deeply dedicated to destroying civilized society and instead creating a state of open warfare in our cities. Spite, perhaps? And money of course. I’m sure there’s money in it somehow.
I don’t think of myself as particularly naïve, but I was taken aback when told that taking the chap we’d injured to the nearest emergency department was in some way remarkable. As opposed to just leaving him in the road. I think it was the way the officer said it. She was quite matter-of-fact, as if she’d said the same thing many times before.
That’s for sure.
So the sort of food David would make?
I do like an occasional Sunday roast. Minus ketchup. But it’s much less hassle, and more likely to be edible, if we go to the pub for one.
[ Post updated. ]
To clarify, the Other Half can do a pretty good roast – and a very agreeable six-hour brisket – but that’s reserved for fancy occasions. Such wonders are not to be performed on a weekly basis.
You’re Kate? I didn’t realize that! I first ran across your excellent blog years ago, possibly courtesy of Instapundit.
[ Checks the alley for burning coats. ]
“Riding Mass Transit Is Like Inviting 30 Random Hitchhikers Into Your Car”
Indeed. And not 1940’s hitchhikers. Obviously.
No, he’s a regular commenter over there. There’s a fair number of us that hang out here as well.
Granted, I have no idea of how/why that roast gets no respect, but when fall finally arrives with cooler weather, I adore cooking a nice rolled roast — sirloin tip if I can find it — well-seasoned, seared in my dear-god-it-weighs-a-ton cast iron skillet, slivers of fresh garlic embedded — then oven roasted at 325F until medium RARE. And the final trick that cannot be skipped – rest the roast for 15 minutes before slicing.
Not only is the house fragrant, but the roast is going to taste just this side of prime rib.
And yeah, absolutely no ketchup needed — just some horseradish and/or au jus.
Women, ammiright?
Also curious…I have no bloody idea how or why but I found myself telling my wife about Crass….God help me. Curious if anyone here remembers that…umm…stuff….
WTF was that? Dear lord, are we going to have to live through a GenZ version of the Duke Lacrosse fiasco? Cuz Hochul putting Letitia James on the case is Nifong all over again.
The stated reasons: Too much work. Not healthy.
Possible reasons: Too traditionally English. Snobbery
We lack agency. We lack judgment. We should run things.
Never heard of it before and will be happy to never hear of it again.
Anti-Irish and Pro-Israel is quite the combination.
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WTF was that?
The watermark at lower-right says 2020.