Friday Ephemera

Don Rickles, 1926-2017.

“That’s not a flashlight, this is a flashlight.”
No, this is a flashlight. (Same idea, more than double the power: 162,000 lumens. For comparison, a 60w-equivalent household bulb is around 800. Oh, and this guy mounted 250,000 lumens on a drone.)

Raccoons versus soap bubbles.
Raccoons vs cotton candy

From The Hedgehog Review: (Spring 2017) “The Strange Persistence of Guilt” by Wilfred M. McClay

[V]ictimhood at its most potent promises not only release from responsibility, but an ability to displace that responsibility onto others. As a victim, one can project onto another person, the victimizer or oppressor, any feelings of guilt he might harbor, and in projecting that guilt lift it from his own shoulders. The result is an astonishing reversal, in which the designated victimizer plays the role of the scapegoat, upon whose head the sin comes to rest, and who pays the price for it. By contrast, in appropriating the status of victim, or identifying oneself with victims, the victimized can experience a profound sense of moral release, of recovered innocence. It is no wonder that this has become so common a gambit in our time, so effectively does it deal with the problem of guilt—at least individually, and in the short run, though at the price of social pathologies in the larger society that will likely prove unsustainable.

Which one of you reprobates is McClay?

Welcome to the world, little human.
Some of those are brilliant.

Real-life Jungle Book.
http://nypost.com/2017/04/06/meet-the-8-year-old-girl-raised-by-monkeys/

Corbyn supporters demand 30 pages

There’s such a thing as giving someone enough rope to hang themselves, but that probably stops short of an entire parcel truck’s worth of rope. It’s not free, is it?

Peter Wyngarde… also had a brief career as a recording artiste
Blimey. It’s an awful lot to process in one sitting.

Tom Hardy Grunt counter.

Tom Hardy Grunt counter.
A labour of love. Or a very specific kink.