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.
I’m on Linux Mint.
Turning the tables:
Well, God only knows what Linux is doing.
Good luck.
I never had the problem before this morning, so the logical conclusion was that WordPress was doing something.
Were you wearing polyester?
Beginning to heal.
https://x.com/AlBuffalo2nite/status/2107175993647759630
Note that there are no names, or places beyond a generic “New York”, in that tweet.
Here ya go.
‘Dude, I was so wasted …’
So … long post-partum?
Obviously not.
But these cases really need to be adjudicated individually, even in the court of public opinion.
Phillip Resnick identified five categories for maternal filicide:
Resnick himself testified in the Clancy case, saying she engaged in Altruistic Filicide and was in a state of psychosis.
Maybe she was; maybe she wasn’t.
Thing is that of these five reasons, three are the result of evil/malice and two are because of insanity.
There’s no way to tell which one we’re looking at from initial reports.
This is from a few years ago, but it seems somehow apposite.
They’re being terribly French.
Like a police officer, but smaller.
Via Julia.
Confusing children is “really cute” and “super cool,” says cross-dressing man.
“Britannia Shield” : now there’s a name from a British Empire alternative technofuture: Tories obviously reaching out to the youths who listen to Dan Dare on Radio Luxembourg. Do tell us more, Tories, about this strange science fiction concept of “Britannia” that means something other than inviting the whole world in, and about these strange science fiction systems, surely magical, that are able to identify enemies and keep them out.
Many Twitter accounts refrain from giving links–or even from naming the sources.
As noted a while ago, this sloppiness is compounded by the X algorithm actively penalising posts with external links, throttling them into obscurity. The inclusion of an external link can reduce your audience by about 95%. Even if you put a link in a reply, an unsatisfactory workaround, it still gets throttled somewhat.
And so, instead of being a platform on which it’s easy to find interesting posts and articles – for many, the primary appeal – you’re now more likely to come across people talking about posts and articles that are now being made harder to track down. As I said at the time,
Which doesn’t seem ideal, really.
Grok says that was the 2023 pension protests/riots. Because it’s uncivilized to delay retirement merely to avoid fiscal collapse.
Exactly.
Elon may be a genius, but that doesn’t mean all his decisions are good.
From a song satirizing the financial problems of France’s Euro-Disney:
As I said at the time, the goal seems to be to keep you on X, endlessly scrolling, but in a fairly superficial way. I mean, if they’re actively hiding the thing that’s ostensibly being discussed, it’s a little… odd. A tad insular. And if I stumble across a vaguely interesting discussion about, or inspired by, the contents of some article, I want to read the article before opening my big trap.
X is still useful for inspiration, for finding starting points for a post, but I’ve never developed much of a taste for having discussions on it, insofar as that’s possible. I comment there very occasionally, but I don’t particularly like the format. It doesn’t really suit what I like to do. Being a bit of a gasbag.
X is extremely ephemeral, a continual churn, and posts and discussions there rarely have the longevity and, dare I say it, atmosphere, the vibe, of a good blog.
The progressive public transit experience, part one million and whatever.
The progressive walking down the street minding my own business experience.
Note the name: Salman Kamraman Karim.
Father’s name: Shane McAnally. Really.
“[…] an obviously trans person […]”
Giving the game away.
Barn doors and horses.
It seems likely Musk directed those managing day-to-day operations to increase engagement and increase profitability and they’ve, as is becoming increasingly common, gone about it in a cack-handed manner.
Sometimes the jokes film themselves.
Always respect the media.
Let’s all go see the kids play football.
Clearly this is a case of Islamophobia.
Meanwhile Orwell smiles on Vichy France.
Ah, parenting.
OK, we are no doubt in for some informed informing that will broaden our knowings.
Lemme see if I have this straight – written language predates a spoken language the latter of which needs punctuation to be spoken, apparently, but in this case made people move to a land in which they had lived for centuries, but a European Slavic/Germanic/Hebrew language that didn’t exist until a couple thousand years after Israel/Judah was a thing would have prevented atrocities. Makes perfect sense.
Right-o. Scholars, is there anything they don’t know?
How long until Hachette publishes its own edition of The Protocols of the Elders of Zion? With illustrations and a sing-along CD?
A couple of data points:
1) Since we defunded USAID, elections in South America have tilted very very conservative. Heh.
2) Democrats have voted overtly to not root out or prosecute fraud. Heh.
3) The US has taken/is taking its bombers out of the UK.
4) The US is no longer going to share intelligence with the UK.
5) The Fort Hood terrorist that killed 13 is finally going to be executed. Under Obama they called it “workplace violence” rather than terrorism.
Improper use of hands?
Didn’t his wife demonstrate the difference between speech and violence?
Hands up who’s thinking of slapping him right now.
They did the dog-in-a-hat-in-a-burning-coffee-shop meme. But will they ever do this one?
Aside from the sheer nonsense of it, what she’s talking about isn’t punctuation, but vowelization (which in Hebrew is written as diacritics above and below the letters). Which, in written form, goes back over a thousand years, and which is also used in Yiddish.
When they’re picking through the rubble of their land, looking for scraps.
That where she got her GRC?
Laughed, not sorry.
Don’t laugh too hard. In a few weeks you could be on the same path. Granted there’s much more ruin in this nation to burn through.
Why in Heaven’s name would you think I’m laughing? The surrender of Europe to savages has got to be one of greatest tragedies in recorded history.
[ Discovers I’m ranked much higher than expected on the Rogue Defence leaderboard. ]
[ Emits manly roar. ]
Scenes from Chicago . . .
https://x.com/Vromanfo/status/2107216587568922724?s=20
That’s Jeweler’s Row in downtown Chicago, in the heart of the Loop: Wabash Ave. between Madison St. and Washington St.
Downtown Chicago used to be fairly safe–lone women might be nervous about walking across the Loop to the Metra train stations but nobody was afraid to go there for dinner or theater.
Q: What do you call one thousand hood rats dangling from lampposts?
A: A good start.
but nobody was afraid to go there for dinner or theater.
Evidently the city does not care if it loses revenue from a loss in business traffic.
But equally evident is there are still enough white people willing to risk it all to give the city that hates them their hard-earned money that the city barely notices any who have left.
These BAME-lefty-run hellholes should have disappeared up their own arseholes long ago, in both the US and UK, but they are still hanging on and managed to degenerate further.