Including beer of sulphuric acid and other inadvisable recipes; low-allergen pet food made from feral camels; and an interactive guide to the lighthouses of the world.
All this and more.
The Urge To Call You Names
On avoiding the realities of immigration in favour of name-calling:
Such are the travails of dealing with people who can only engage with objections to massive, indiscriminate immigration, and its predictable social effects, in terms of some presumed racial animus. Which can then, of course, be seized upon and denounced in order to elevate one’s own status.
And so – to add a European perspective – if you have visible reservations about this kind of social trajectory, or the prospect of periodic eruptions of lively tribal antagonism, or simply regarding everyday courtesies that can no longer be assumed, then, in their minds, conveniently, this can only be because you dislike people lacking in pallor.
No other possibilities being permitted.
In Name Only
A telling illustration of human types:
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.
Not an uplifting read, perhaps, but a necessary reminder.
Oddments For The Weekend
Including the world’s largest collection of bedpans; an unconvincing claim of sobriety; and a mushroom with bionic arms playing a synthesiser.
All this and more.
First, You Have To Invert The Meanings Of Words
For those with a stiff drink to hand, a compendium of progressive racial agonising:
You see, expecting students to meet basic standards of behaviour, punctuality, and, it seems, probity – say, resisting the urge to cheat – is “not fair,” according to San Diego Unified School District Vice President Richard Barrera, who adds that the new policy is – and I quote – “an honest reckoning.”
Indeed, we’re told that this self-satisfied obliteration of standards, all in the name of racial fairness, is “a change that’s been a long time in coming,” one that “reflects reality.”
Again, an intriguing choice of words.
Oh, there’s more. Much more.
Oddments For The Weekend
Including a feat of vertical filing; an oddly filled bun; a sports-bra riot; and the 70s portable TV you’ve always wanted.
All this and more.
Tokens Of Gratitude And Esteem
It’s fundraising week over at my place.
If you’d like to help keep a blog afloat, and ad-free, by all means do.
Oddments For The Weekend
Including an origami typewriter; unorthodox flexibility; spear protocol; and a desirable chopper.
All this and more.
It Tells Us Who You Are
On fare-dodging and its apologists:
As one might imagine, our proud communist is experiencing some pushback in his replies, generally from people who actually pay for the services they use, thereby helping to ensure said services remain in existence.
Among the many replies, the not inapt notion that if $3 is too trivial a sum to warrant an arrest or any kind of enforcement, it is also a trivial sum over which to risk being arrested.
Oh, there’s more.
Please Don’t Be Normal
On verboten realities; on lessons in ‘radical’ theft; and on the progressive desperation to have an interesting child, one way or another:
Having, as she does, a degree in gender studies, Ms Myers is vexed by many things. Such as being asked, kindly, while pregnant, whether she was expecting a boy or a girl. This, we’re informed, is not “a simple question with a simple answer.”
Says she, “My partner Brent and I had found out our child’s sex chromosomes in the early stages of my pregnancy, and we had seen their genitals during the anatomy scan. But we didn’t think that information told us anything about our kid’s gender.”
No, of course. No clues there. No information at all, in fact. Just random noise.
Needless to say, Ms Myers’ website and Twitter feed are an endless churn of unconvincing smiles and rather desperate progressive signalling. We learn, for instance, that “Knowing the sex of a baby… does not tell us anything about the child’s… attitudes toward climate change.”
All this and more.
Oddments For The Weekend
Including competitive window-tinting; your very own Star Trek kitchenware; and lollipops that play rap music through your teeth.
All this and more.
That Elusive Utopia
In which we linger in the mood room of Reddit anarchists.
And then there’s this guru of the alternative:
“I spent several years trying to live in rejection of capitalism; I squatted, I hustled, I did commercial burglaries and retail thefts, dumpster dove, lived on the kindness of others, but money usually reared it’s ugly head one way or another.”
It’s all kindness, kindness, burglary.
Oh, there’s more.
Offering Relief
Oddments For The Weekend
Including a surfboard heist; a man with 600 banjos and no ability to play them; and how Columbo created intrigue without mystery.
All this and more.
The Fourth Emergency Service
On maths purged of “whiteness”; on the alleged thrill of not owning stuff; and on the crime-fighting powers of the “non-binary” barista:
“Now that I think about it, like, I’m more qualified than a cop to come deal with half the situations that we would call them for,” says our coffee-serving, police-defunding “they/them, 22.”
“I’m a Starbucks barista at a drive-through,” says they. “I’ve de-escalated situations with people with guns… I’ve cooled shit down faster and better than a cop could.”
Readers are welcome to share clips of lively scenes to test this rather boastful hypothesis. It would, I think, have the makings of a compelling reality TV show. With preening, mouthy woke-lings encountering the realities they’ve so carefully ignored.
The subsequent tears and meltdowns could constitute a drinking game.
And In Overseas News
He Thinks You Might Be Jealous
Man in latex maid’s uniform talks about the importance of “being yourself.“
Just Thankful For The Towel, Frankly
Oddments For The Weekend
Including how to wear a belt; IKEA products ranked by assembly time; the precision of Ms Dolly Parton; and the wrong kind of water for making tea.
All this and more.
And A Boob Job Would Be Nice
Not to be outdone, “non-binary” inmate Mr Hunter S Christian, our violator of dogs and enthusiast of child pornography, complains that he was denied access to Minoxidil treatments to correct his receding hairline – apparently, an unthinkable transgression – and likewise, testosterone supplements, supposedly to address his “shrinking testicle size.”