Author: David

His Tiny, Delicate Hands

Readers may recall that Mr Yates’ homemade pornography – which he saw fit to send to a concerned parent, as one does – featured our burly cross-dresser using a kitchen sink as erotic apparatus, and while smoking methamphetamine and asking, coquettishly, “Am I a good meth whore?” A question that every parent hopes to hear from someone entrusted with the care of their children.

On progressive ladies and the cross-dressing predators they excuse.

Explaining Civilisation

To those seemingly unfamiliar with the concept:

The uninvited newcomers – chiefly, it seems, men of fighting age and all mysteriously unencumbered by identifying documents – are given helpful pointers on the customary use of pavements and pedestrian crossings, and are warned about the hazards of randomly strolling through moving traffic on busy roads. They are also introduced to the novel concepts of avoiding foul language in public and not abusing animals for amusement purposes.

Other teething problems have, it seems, arisen:

“The initiative by Northamptonshire Police followed community and parental complaints over young male asylum seekers loitering near a primary school in the county, including claims of filming.”

Not loitering at the gates of primary schools in order to film small children being another cultural subtlety requiring clarification.

Oh, there’s more. Much more.

Careful What You Wish For

Readers will doubtless recall the Chichester Festival Theatre warning patrons that its production of The Sound of Music, one of the most famous and widely-seen musicals in the world, would contain references to Nazis. Which, for some, would apparently come as a surprise.

On culture for the implausibly delicate; when cleverness is deemed unfair and something to be corrected by progressive educators; and the fretting that ensues when your anti-police non-profit gets robbed, quite brazenly.

Something for everyone.

The Fretting Is Statusful, You Know

From the world of cinema and pretentious agonising:

The implications of Mr Boyle’s modish piety, presumably unintended yet implied nonetheless, are explored quite pithily in the replies.

Among which, the implication that white writers and directors should only concern themselves with suitably pale-skinned characters, carefully excluding non-white characters, and non-white actors, lest they appropriate or colonise something or other.

Needless to say, other implications come to mind.

Scenes From The Zombie Apocalypse

There’s an implied, sociopathic dare. The game being “You won’t do what’s needed, despite our alarming and menacing behaviour, because you’re nicer than us, less vain, and not unhinged, and so we can dominate you and terrorise you, and break your stuff, for as long as we want, for shits and giggles.”

Well. I would suggest that the activists’ own actions render their wellbeing of very low importance.

A terribly modern moral problem. Answers on a postcard, please.

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