Including a bath-time peekaboo; custom cars for rats; the logic of fake bus stops; leftist commune job suggestions; and a lesson in how quickly the day can turn to shit.
Pleasuring Themselves
On bridge blocking and other terribly radical acts:
Note the lofty defence offered by our pronoun-stipulating champion of the obstruction – that “protests are meant to be disruptive. It’s the whole point.”
A protest, then, is not meant to persuade the general public, or to get them on-side, or to make others sympathetic with whatever this week’s cause may be. But simply to be disruptive. To gratuitously frustrate, and aggravate, large numbers of law-abiding people. To exert power. By doing random harm. That’s “the whole point.” A vision doubtless attractive to those with antisocial inclinations.
And those inclinations aren’t being indulged and given rein reluctantly or under duress. The screwing-over of others is sought out and chosen, over and over again. This is recreational sociopathy.
The Heroic Struggle To Find Tiny Faults
Oddments For The Weekend
Including Mongolian heavy metal; volcanic vortex rings; an invisible drum kit; and a brief history of defenestration.
And He Invokes “Social Justice”
He’s “not inherently dangerous.” He just wants to molest little girls, you see, while pretending to be a woman.
Are You Not Affirmed?
A tale of modern romance – with a modern twist.
Oddments For The Weekend
Including the Ogmios School of Zen Motoring; indignation of note; an East Village dawn chorus; scenes of emergency service; and some questionable ingredients.
The Thrill Of Public Transport
Perhaps we can look forward to the issuing of “I am being stabbed” cards. And some “The man next to me is masturbating” cards. It does have the makings of an unhappy board game.
And hey, it’s “a concrete way to deal with an unsafe situation.”
Attention, Heathens
No, don’t thank me.
Oddments For The Weekend
Including bonding over poor hygiene; the German tongue; meaty goodness; when pointing out hypocrisy is “white supremacy”; and a chap who likes listening to ladies peeing.
A Hankering For Knickers
Brooke Lyn Sonia, formerly known as Brett David Sonia… was moved between multiple male facilities in Washington, and left a trail of complaints with regards to not being given adequate access to “gender affirming care,” such as women’s underwear and laser hair removal.
Or, convicted paedophile demands pampering, women’s undies. Among other things.
This Just In
Your stable, two-parent family is racist, apparently.
Please update your files and lifestyles accordingly.
Avert Your Eyes
The Fitzwilliam Museum has suggested that paintings of the British countryside evoke dark “nationalist feelings.” The museum, owned by the University of Cambridge, has undertaken an overhaul of its displays… The new signage states that pictures of “rolling English hills” can stir feelings of “pride towards a homeland.”
Oddments For The Weekend
Including crocodile hairballs; dating difficulties; the thrill of Frozen Dead Guy Day; and the daring and disasters of stratospheric ballooning in the 1930s.
Radical Regurgitation
On the incantations of progressive art:
I think it’s fair to say that, whatever her creative limitations, Liberal Jane, aka Ms Caitlin Blunnie, does like her slogans. One might say incantations. Almost all of which have an air of self-satisfaction, as if some previously unregistered profundity had been heroically unearthed.
One creation extols the radical virtues of skiving in the workplace and not doing the work one is being paid to do. “Craft is resistance in a late-stage capitalist society,” reads another. Also, “Self-love is self-care.” “Riots, not diets.” “Hex the imperialist, white supremacist, capitalist patriarchy.” “Fantasy is for everyone.” “Abortion builds new futures.” Oh, and “Smash the state and masturbate,” and “Stretch marks are ubiquitous to the human experience.”
Oddments For The Weekend
Including large objects incoming; a moment of realisation; inexplicable hair; the logistics of submarines in space; and the last word in fiddlesome grilled cheese sandwiches.
Our Little Secret
More educators titillated by the prospect of deceiving parents:
Teachers are also warned not to congratulate parents on their child’s performance in a school play. Why this humdrum politeness should be avoided, with the threat of disciplinary consequences, is not entirely obvious and no hints are offered as to the reasoning. It is, however, framed as equal in sinfulness to informing a parent that their child has been “snorting a white powder.”
Because if little Billy is chopping them out in class, it’s now a teacher’s duty to keep parents in the dark, you see.
A Man In Uniform
What we’re seeing has the air of a civilisational shit test.
A cross-dressing Lieutenant Colonel demands “dignity and respect,” while insulting his audience. Specifically, by insisting that they become cowed and dishonest.
Oddments For The Weekend
Including a bouncer’s lament; a liturgical Barbie; when your balls take the brunt of it; some intrepid adventurers; and an innovation ill-suited to enthusiasts of pornography.
Fake Tears And Hissing
Despite the competing feats of Olympic-level hyperbole, two formal investigations by the university uncovered no evidence of racism or indeed violence, whether colonial or of some other kind. However, the social work department – this bastion of “equity,” “diversity,” and “decolonisation” – was described in one of the reports as an intimidating and hostile workplace, with one witness favouring the phrase, “cliquey, scary, and tense.”