Symbolic Beverage Crisis
Mr Destiny, who is, I gather, some kind of deep thinker, a moral colossus of the left, is apparently unable to make a mug of hot chocolate:
My Uber driver brought me my hot chocolate today on bike. It took 45 minutes to get here, and this is what happens as soon as I pick up the bag to bring it inside.
This is Trump’s America. pic.twitter.com/g4iBNXsQjt
— Destiny (@TheOmniLiberal) November 12, 2024
Needless to say, mockery ensues.
Update, via the comments:
Mr Destiny – aka Steven Kenneth Bonnell II – evidently felt that the moment above had some symbolic meaning, some charged political relevance. Which, I suppose, it does, in a way. Though not, I think, of the kind he imagines. In that, it merely tells us something about him.
Mags adds,
Quite. And it’s a world in which your cup of hot chocolate has its own driver.
I did briefly wonder if Mr Bonnell might be trying to make some ironic point about modernity and decadence, but that doesn’t appear to be his style at all. And even if the objective were to say, “Look at how decadent we are,” that doesn’t really work, since the more obvious message is “Look at how decadent I am…” The we being rather presumptuous.
And I suspect that many of us here manage to make it through the day, most days, without being overly decadent. Say, by not having single cups of hot chocolate needlessly delivered to our doors, seemingly on a daily basis. Or by not finding loudly announced amusement in the death of a random stranger who was trying to shield his family from gunfire during an assassination attempt on a presidential candidate.
By all means, consider this an open thread. Share ye links and bicker.
*stubs toe*
THIS IS TRUMP’S AMERICA!
And lo, he doubles down:
I’m trying to think of a way in which arranging the delivery, via Uber, of a cup of hot chocolate is somehow a more efficient use of one’s time and vast mental resources than taking 60 seconds or so to make it yourself.
He’s an intellectual. He doesn’t do manual labour.
[ Looks forlornly at kettle, fiddles with app. ]
Was it an attempt at humor?
It had to be that. Who blames a soggy bag on someone who’s not even president?
Yeah, I’m not convinced, either.
Mr Destiny – aka Steven Kenneth Bonnell II – evidently felt that the moment had some symbolic meaning, some charged political relevance. Which, I suppose, it does. But not, I think, of the kind he imagines. In that, it merely tells us something about him.
Dicentra: “Was it an attempt at humor?“
Are these people known for their sly wit and self-deprecating repartee? No? Then almost certainly not.
Julia, you’re absolutely right.
This particular dude isn’t known for his ironic takes. I don’t follow him closely, but when he pops up in my feed, he’s always on the back foot, defensive and idiotic.
This is someone whose idea of an unassailable moral stance entails excitedly, almost gleefully, disdaining an innocent firefighter who was killed while trying to shield his family during an attempt to assassinate a presidential candidate.
As seen, for instance, here.
Apparently, those killed and seriously injured by the gunman were to “reap what they sow.” Mr Bonnell announced – with some satisfaction – that he was “here to watch the harvest.” Because watching random people being shot and killed is such a jolly lark, you see.
So, I suspect that Mr Destiny’s sense of humour, should any be discovered, may be no more accurate or impressive.
[ Forgets item on shopping list. ]
THIS IS TRUMP’S AMERICA!
Isn’t it still technically Biden’s America?
And it’s a world in which your cup of hot chocolate has its own driver.
There’s plenty of amusement to be had in the replies, but this one caught my eye:
Certainly a contender.
Dicentra: “…but when he pops up in my feed, he’s always on the back foot, defensive and idiotic.“
I browsed the comments and there were lots of references to ‘his wife’s boyfriend’ in it, which might provide a bit of enlightenment!
Funny, if I see someone needing help, it never occurs to me to ensure their politics match mine first. Or withdraw that help when it turns out that they don’t.
Must be a liberal thing.
https://x.com/Matthewtravis08/status/1856348481759125718
Destiny, or Steven Kenneth Bonnell II, can boast of two failed marriages, the latter an “open marriage,” hence the jibes, and which lasted all of two years.
Interesting boast. And in no way related to anything immediately above.
Our betters, as our host would say.
It does, I think, offer a glimpse of Mr Bonnell’s sweet progressive soul. Those oceans of compassion we hear so much about.
Though I have to say, when I first saw news reports of the assassination attempt and the shooting of attendees, amusement and satisfaction were not foremost in my mind. And if we swap the candidates and the audiences, from one party to the other, the prospect of random Democrat voters being shot and killed while trying to shield their families does not inspire jolly thoughts.
But hey, maybe that’s just me.
I was just thinking about this yesterday. Not this idiot and his hot chocolate, specifically, but about the bizarre, late-Rome age of decadence and decay we find ourselves in, and how such functionally useless people are one of its unhappy products.
And these people – these utterly oblivious, pampered, unrealistic people – are allowed to vote. And get jobs. And in too many cases dictate to the rest of us, be it through governmental edict or cultural pressure. Have you watched TV ads lately? Everything’s pitched at the level of the Teletubbies.
No wonder everything’s fucked. I miss the before times. I miss adults.
I hope this happens to him every day.
He calls himself a liberal but shows himself to be some sort of communist psychopath. Like so many so-called liberals.
I wish he lived next door so I could plan to never call 911 on his behalf.
“Mr. Destiny?” “Charlmagne tha god?” “Mr. Beast?” “Meagan thee Stallion?”
Can we go back to using, you know, real names?
I’ll give a pass to someone like Cedric the Entertainer or Joe the Plumber because at least that’s just a factual qualifier.
Well, I do withhold help from people who I know want me to be harmed. There are liberals who have clearly stated that my opinions should be treated as crimes: Blocking illegal immigration, Screening immigrants for criminal records and dangerous ideologies, locking up career criminals, equality before the law regardless of race…: All these are evil positions for which I should be de-platformed, de-careered, de-banked, and imprisoned.
Those are, indeed, off-putting names. Until I learn otherwise I assume such people are, well, low-lifes.
I did briefly wonder if Mr Bonnell might be trying to make some ironic point about modernity and decadence, but, as noted upthread, that doesn’t seem to be his style at all. And even if the objective were to say, “Look at how decadent we are,” that doesn’t really work, since the more obvious message is “Look at how decadent I am.” The we being rather presumptuous.
And I suspect that many of us here manage to make it through the day without being overly decadent. Say, by not having single cups of hot chocolate needlessly delivered to our doors. Or by not finding supposedly moral entertainment in watching random people being shot in some horrifying situation.
Frankly, now that the election is over, I can concentrate on stuff that really matters: will the Sussexes (Sussexi?) finally divorce? I admit, I enjoy watching this slow motion car crash.
Must be a liberal thing.
“Of all the things that didn’t happen the most” as the kids say.
a) A 60-70 year old farmer would be able to change a tire without the “help” of a clown who looks to be nigh the same vintage;
b) You wouldn’t get those comments from a guy in Mississippi, let alone Minnesota;
c) A quick look shows many such tweets.
He is a legend in is own lunchtime.
OK, now I wouldn’t get into an Uber on a bet, so correct me if I am confused, but I have been laboring under the impression Uber drivers, well, drove. In cars.
Turns out otherwise:
[ Post updated. ]
Mostly sadness on my part, as I see it mostly as the decay of an important cultural institution.
You could always microwave water for your tea.
Turns out otherwise:
Ah, just so, though why the hell someone would order a hot drink to be delivered by bike remains a mystery.
Damn it, I am SOL again. Maybe my other car will qualify.
Also: I have never had meals delivered except when I was sick and could not go out, as I can pick up dinner 15 minutes after ordering but must wait an hour for delivery. As for ordering beverages, that’s so foolishly decadent that it’s never even occurred to me. (And those who are born into wealth, those who achieve wealth through hard work tend to eschew such decadent waste.)
The most likely explanations all involve decadence, and usually spoiled kids who were born into wealth.
[ Faints with indignation. ]
Microwaves are for warming plates. Nothing else.
This is the car for delivering meals that include mushy peas.
Well, yeah, few microwave the water enough to bring it to a proper boil. But still….
[ Begins planning David’s struggle session. ]
In all seriousness, it seems easier to use a kettle, and I only use a microwave to reheat a mug that has grown cold.
It’s a pity your first car couldn’t be a Fokker.
It’s a pity your first car couldn’t be a Fokker.
Back in WWII a pilot from 303 Squadron was awarded the DFC and was asked to give a speech to a local Ladies Auxilliary Group and tell of some of his exploits.
“There I was, Fokkers above me, Fokkers below me, Fokkers behind me, Fokkers to the left and right, Fokkers in front of me,”
“Excuse me Flight Lieutenant Wyrzlzyiwcz.” the moderator interjected, “I don’t think the ladies know what a Fokker is.”
“In this case, the Fokkers were Messerschmitts”
Exactly the joke I was subtly alluding to.
Exactly the joke I was subtly alluding to.
It is a classic for a reason…
I am still confused by the door issue a two-door with a hatch back are often referred to as a “three door” and what if you rolled up in one of these – they would be great for really rural routes/deliveries, but do those count as doors and is 6 too many?
Aside from wondering why the hell anyone needs that many “staffers”, we got a real Politburo vibe here.
Isn’t “Destiny” a stripper name? A female stripper to be clear.
When Bill Clinton lost to Bush, his staffers trashed the White House on the way out, pulling phone cords our of the walls, dumping waste baskets, removing things that should have stayed, not turning over papers relevant to the transition. Dems.
The news channels are all over the news about Homan and deportations. Homan came on Fox and said that under the first Trump admin when he was Ice director, 91% of the deportations were criminals. Ignored of course. This time there will be more deportations than that but no news channel is admitting that it is necessary or admitting that Obama deported hundreds of thousands.
By the way, we could give every deportee a first class plane ticket and it would be cheaper than the benefits they are giving out now.
The lady fired from FEMA for avoiding MAGA sign houses is yelling that this was official FEMA policy, not her idea. Get out the popcorm.
Wow. I’m way behind today. You might find Mr. Destiny’s wiki bio interesting. Well the wording anyway.
@JuliaM
I would venture one of those liberal things that never happened.
Added: I now see Muldoon said similar.
[ Checks context of thread and other posts by same person. ] No.
Defining decadence down.
That has a strong whiff of artifice about it. Shoddy artifice at that.
Well, it is what the left does. They’re not always that honest about it though.
On professed empathy.
Had a coworker of about the same age as Mr. Bonnell, who ordered lunch via Door Dash every single day.
Then (literally) cried about not having enough money for groceries.
This person was about 5’5″ and 300lbs, BTW.
It’s often homicidal, given that these people usually believe they will be unaffected by the policies they demand.
You could put the mug on a plate.
Also, at a push, reheating leftover Chinese food.
But nothing else.
[ Anticipates launching of galleons. ]
[ Remembers hipster crumpet shop in Seattle, where crumpets were cooked in a microwave and topped with cucumber. ]
[ Eye twitches. ]
[ Smashes priceless antique vase. ]
@David: Bear in mind that Seattle is a seaport, so you could indeed dispatch your galleons of vengeance.
But what kind of sub-moron cooks or even reheats any kind of bread in a microwave?
[ Door slams, muffled obscenities. ]
I’m a big fan of this reply:
The only time hot chocolate is appropriate for a grown man is if you just came in from sledding with your kids, or skiing with either your kids or a hot snow bunny (though in the latter case, you should really be pouring her a nice wine or brandy, but if she wants hot chocolate, you can comply. The things we do for snow bunnies.). Certain other manly outdoor winter activities can be substituted as appropriate.
Now trying to think of things the microwave in the kitchen is actually used for.
Warming plates…
Reheating leftover Chinese food…
Oh, and warming triple chocolate cookies before adding the double cream.
[ Raj Koothrappali runs out, crying. Sheldon Cooper says something erudite but irrelevant. ]
Microwaving frozen vegetables.
Heating up canned soups and stews.
[ More vase-smashing, door-slamming, muffled obscenities. ]
I’m surrounded by savages.
A-loo-min-um.
[ Orders more antique vases. ]
[ Arranges on-premises performance of The Rite of Spring. With extra Nijinsky. ]
There’s the price of drinks up again.
I’m trying to think of a way in which arranging the delivery, via Uber, of a cup of hot chocolate is somehow a more efficient use of one’s time and vast mental resources than taking 60 seconds or so to make it yourself
Basic economics. I bill $X an hour and I have much more work than can fit in a 40 hour work week. Any task that costs less than $X/hour is better outsourced to someone else. If I order DoorDash and work until it arrives, I literally make more money than if I prepare dinner myself.
if I see someone needing help, it never occurs to me to ensure their politics match mine first. Or withdraw that help when it turns out that they don’t
I don’t know about the rest of you all, but I passed that point a long time ago. The other side wants me dead or imprisoned and has been vocal about this since 2020. We need to remember the immortal words of Andrew Breitbart.
I’ll give a pass to someone like Cedric the Entertainer or Joe the Plumber because at least that’s just a factual qualifier
Surnames used to be descriptions of the family trade or region of origin. I look forward to a few generations hence, when people will be lining up in kitschy Silicon Valley tourist shops printing out the history of the names “Youtuberson” and “MacGoogle”.
Just discovered that I’ve been mentioned here. It’s all very flattering.
Apart from the author’s apparent belief that I’m Australian.
[ Waits for delivery of priceless vases to arrive. ]
Interesting boast.
He clearly doesn’t appreciate his shit getting fucked up.
Late to the party, but you could make this symbolic at a higher level. Destiny here is definitely the type to see himself as ‘designing’ the app, or perhaps running the company, rather than slinging the code or, heaven forbid, riding the bike. Most people like that have no idea how the real world will diverge from the one they’re building in their heads.
This just in:
Via Mr Treesong.
It has all the earmarks of Smollett’s “This is MAGA country!!” … Chicago at 3 am? Yeah sure.
The Left can’t meme and they certainly are unable to make up a story about the Evil Other that might ring true because all they have is cartoonish caricatures to rely on.
Steven Kenneth Bonnell II was born in Omaha, Nebraska,
Not exactly the first place that comes to mind as a centre for raising young communists.
Lesbian, married to trans “woman”, murders father with ice axe on election night.
Another lunatic provoked by liberals promoting hyperbolic paranoia about Trump?
Should we expect visitors who will appall us, or be appalled by us?
I repeat: Australian.
“This is just like The Handmaid’s Tale.”
Isn’t “Destiny” a stripper name? A female stripper to be clear.
I may have told this story before. My wife and I moved into a new house three years ago. All the trim had been completed with faux barn board. The first thing we decided upon moving in was to replace it all. The house was in a new city for us and I had to source out suppliers of baseboards, casements, etc.
I found an excellent shop with the interesting name North Pole Trim. They were excellent to deal with. Everything was done over the phone. I placed my order and the next day received a phone call. In a matter of minutes, the sales clerk, Destiny, had confirmed delivery. When I got off the phone, my wife asked what the call was all about. I said, “It was Destiny calling from the North Pole. They were about to deliver everything I ever wanted.”
A long way to go for a story, I know, but to be fair, it did involve someone named Destiny and a pole.
I repeat: Australian.
They may have mistaken that marmite stain on your tunic for vegemite.
A long way to go for a story, I know, but to be fair, it did involve someone named Destiny and a pole
There’s a general contractor business in Oakville that is staffed entirely by former strippers and pr*st*t*tes.
Do help yourself to a lime half.
On the house.
I’m tempted to ask how one comes by such information.
There’s a general contractor business in Oakville that is staffed entirely by former strippers and pr*st*t*tes.
Yes, I believe it was on the second floor of a two story commercial building on Kerr Street. It was directly above an insurance broker. The Insurance Broker later went bankrupt because, wait for it, there was too much fu*king overhead.
Do help yourself to a lime half.
You could “re-brand” those as bergamot and triple the prices.
[ Stares in Mister Ream’s direction. ]
Lunch quesadillas.
Also, re hot chocolate. Agree but you can add a shot of peppermint schnapps. Neither the kids nor the snow bunny really need to know.
There’s still time, David, to put on a slouch hat and memorize the Bruces sketch.
Doesn’t ordering the drink, waiting (with no drink), answering the door when it finally arrives and unbagging the drink take at least as much time as just making the damn thing yourself? It’s powder and hot water.
I repeat: Australian
He did say “Down Under” so you could be a Kiwi.
[ Peers overs spectacles. ]
I’m assuming it’s a status thing. Sort of, “Look at how valuable my time is, everyone.”
Even though the statusful posturing involves spending at least as much time on needless faffing about as would be required to combine the aforementioned powder and hot water. And then, eventually – after going without the drink you wanted, which you could otherwise have drunk by this point – you end up with a paper cup of chocolate that’s likely to be tepid rather than hot.
That, or it’s a man-child incompetence thing.
I’m now wondering whether Starbucks’ hot chocolate is as insipid as their coffee.
Insipid? Is that a synonym for burnt?
The last time The Other Half and I were in a Starbucks, it was a branch in the lobby of the local IMAX cinema. We had half an hour to kill and didn’t fancy waiting around in an empty cinema. After marvelling at the flavourlessness of the brown brew – barring, as you say, a hint of scorching – we decided to abandon the paper cups and head off to find our seats. Staring at a vast, blank screen seemed the better option.
They seem to make coffee, or an approximation of coffee, for people who don’t actually like coffee.