Including wave-making at scale; uncanny mental powers; the Star Trek metal detector; and the thrill of testicles.
You May Want To Bite Down On Something
There Was An Attempt To Impart Information. To people of a progressive leaning.
Well, This Is Awkward
Today’s word is hindsight.
Oddments For The Weekend
Including testing for tastiness; interviews with tea ladies; self-sorting chairs; and 21 minutes of morons being tased.
Keepers Of Deep Knowledge
Three tales of leftist librarians. And the loud buzzing inside their heads.
Something-something “white supremacy” something-something “privilege.” I’m paraphrasing, of course.
But really, it’s the same doctrinaire horseshit we’ve seen a hundred times. And according to which, the world will be enormously improved by the “abolition of policing in all its forms.” If that isn’t sufficiently unambiguous, our Ivy League librarians insist that their “ultimate goal” is, and I quote, “the complete abolition of law enforcement… everywhere.” Because “a world without policing” will somehow, rather conveniently, be a world without crime.
And because helping people find the books that they’d like to borrow is just too boring and insufficiently high-status for minds such as these.
Oh, there’s more.
And What Was Your First Clue?
I bring educational news:
The educator in question, whose actual name has not been disclosed, took to social media to express his indignation at not being permitted to wear his false tail at work. “People wanna be straight up pearl clutching bitches,” he said, in a teacherly manner. Among images of stabbed and bleeding teddy bears, and while describing himself as a “butt-sniffing wolf bitch.”
Parents also suggested that a cross-dressing kindergarten teacher wearing mini-skirts, a dog collar and black fishnet stockings was, all things considered, a tad inappropriate.
Land Of Mandatory Make-Believe
Following this eye-widening farce, in which a mentally ill woman claimed to be crushed and psychologically violated by a haircut booking form, I bring you a vision of things to come.
You may want to bite down on something.
Oddments For The Weekend
Including an improbable chicken; some agreeable jiggling; a display of dexterity; and a guide to the dream cars of the 1950s.
All this and more.
Hair Crisis
Attention, Canadian citizens. A new realm of human suffering has been discovered.
Regarding Tattoos
Appetites
In niche minority news:
Mr Kotetsu and his publishing associates, all trans-identified males, have an extensive history of lively, one might say titillated, online discussions regarding child molestation and its various sub-genres, including sadomasochism and incestuous necrophilia, along with pointers as to how to circumvent normal online proprieties and legal restrictions when sharing… content.
One of Mr Kotetsu’s associates, a cross-dressing man named Violet Rose, enthuses about “hurtcore,” a form of sadomasochism involving minors. Mr Rose chides critics of the phenomenon, i.e., critics within their own bedlamite community – those who find it a little too much – to “stop being ageist.”
Oddments For The Weekend
Including rocking and bobbing; a history of British radar; why women take so long in the bathroom; and a brief guide to Medieval cats.
All this and more.
Pass The Moisturiser
Oddments For The Weekend
Including an unhappy residue; how to distract children; adventures in bicycling; and a choir made up of people who’ve had their voice boxes removed.
Border Control
A reminder, should one be needed, that we live in an age of ironies.
Inserting Diversity
On racially incongruous casting in period dramas:
Readers will note the unilateral nature and casual, practised arrogance of the underlying conceit. The urge to insert diversity, in one direction at least, regardless of incongruity.
As seen, for instance, in the pages of British Vogue, where Ms Hanna Flint, “a mixed-race woman, of British and Tunisian heritage,” expressed her dismay that new adaptations of works by Emily Brontë and Jane Austen have “cast the protagonists as white once again.” As if this were some kind of scandal or transgression, for which apologies and recompense were in order.
Presumably on grounds that it is somehow unfair that the Yorkshire moors of the eighteenth century did not entirely resemble twenty-first century London. Where Ms Flint happens to live.
Apparently, we must embrace “historical inclusivity,” via modish anachronism and jarring racial contrivance.
Oddments For The Weekend
Including scenes from the machine uprising; some lively automation; a triumph of hairspray; and when you have a CT scanner and a whole bunch of animals.
All this and more.
When Pretending Just Won’t Do
Readers may wish to ponder the implication that a high-trust society can somehow be maintained unilaterally, simply by not caring about the number of people who violate that trust, and who do so repeatedly, whether in ways that are audacious or just wearyingly routine but nonetheless degrading.
As if pretending not to mind the evaporation of civilised, reciprocal standards – and pretending not to be alienated by primitive behaviour – somehow means that said behaviour isn’t there and didn’t happen. And that it won’t happen tomorrow, or the day after. And with ever greater boldness.
As if a high-trust society means letting antisocial fuckers act with impunity.
On high-trust societies and those who struggle with the concept.
I Bring You Art
Oddments For The Weekend
Including an attempt to warm a car; fun with Goffin’s cockatoo; and raving in Cramlington circa 1993.
All this and more.