Thursday, August 10, 2023

The pond might be faraway but its heart is still in the land of cancel culture ...

 

The pond realised that it said farewell yesterday, but then this popped up in the Tampa Bay Times and the pond found it irresistible ...

It won't take long, just a montage of snaps and story, and it's entirely self-explanatory, and all it needed was a little time with stupid ...



And after it, we'll all be with stupid ...




The pond can't recall the number of times its endured talk of cancel culture, snowflakes, woke and the like, except that it's more than the pond could count, and yet here we are ...




The diligent butcher has been preparing for this carve up for some considerable time, scoring front pages for his work with a carver, up there with Jack the Ripper ...





The pond also can't count the number of times the lizards of Oz have lectured the pond about the wonders of Western Civilisation and the glories of the pantheon of geniuses encrusted on the crown like glittering jewels ...

And indeed the pond did enjoy its time studying Latin and Roman history - what's not to like about Suetonius or The Golden Ass? - and the bawdy in Shakespeare was always fun.

SCENE III. The same.
Knocking within. Enter a Porter

Porter: Here's a knocking indeed! If a
man were porter of hell-gate, he should have
old turning the key.

Knocking within

Knock,
knock, knock! Who's there, i' the name of
Beelzebub? Here's a farmer, that hanged
himself on the expectation of plenty: come in
time; have napkins enow about you; here
you'll sweat for't.

Knocking within

Knock,
knock! Who's there, in the other devil's
name? Faith, here's an equivocator, that could
swear in both the scales against either scale;
who committed treason enough for God's sake,
yet could not equivocate to heaven: O, come
in, equivocator.

Knocking within

Knock,
knock, knock! Who's there? Faith, here's an
English tailor come hither, for stealing out of
a French hose: come in, tailor; here you may
roast your goose.

Knocking within

Knock,
knock; never at quiet! What are you? But
this place is too cold for hell. I'll devil-porter
it no further: I had thought to have let in
some of all professions that go the primrose
way to the everlasting bonfire.

Knocking within

Anon, anon! I pray you, remember the porter.

Opens the gate
Enter MACDUFF and LENNOX

MACDUFF: Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed,
That you do lie so late?
Porter: 'Faith sir, we were carousing till the
second cock: and drink, sir, is a great
provoker of three things.
MACDUFF: What three things does drink especially provoke?
Porter: Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and
urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes;
it provokes the desire, but it takes
away the performance: therefore, much drink
may be said to be an equivocator with lechery:
it makes him, and it mars him; it sets
him on, and it takes him off; it persuades him,
and disheartens him; makes him stand to, and
not stand to; in conclusion, equivocates him
in a sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him.
MACDUFF: I believe drink gave thee the lie last night.
Porter: That it did, sir, i' the very throat on
me: but I requited him for his lie; and, I
think, being too strong for him, though he took
up my legs sometime, yet I made a shift to cast
him.

Discuss, in no less than a page, the influence of alcohol on your father ... and yet here we are ...





Marry sir, these idle, vain, vexatious coxcombs sound like a plague of ponces ...




And now here we are ...



The comedy is rich in this state of denial ...






And speaking of y'all ...




Just the safe route? Surely there are astonishing new insights to glean, and not just the benefits of slavery...






And so here we are ...




Come now sir, the rest of the world isn't laughing at you. The rest of the world is laughing at all the prattling, prating reptiles preaching about the wonders of Western Civilisation and the treasures of the masters and the rewards of studying them without harping feminists and preaching snowflakes hovering over their shoulder ... and why a book burner would make an even better president than a one who can't read and likes everything fed to him in dot points ...

Oh okay, maybe they're laughing at you too ... except perhaps the Taliban. They'd be nodding in wild excitement and approval ...





And let's not forget the war with the house of mouse, another triumph, which suddenly saw the pond take an interest in Disney, absent since Carl Barks left the empire ...






5 comments:

  1. Strange how things can just change, isn't it. Being from the state of Australia that was once "the jewel in the Liberal crown" we Viccies get that.

    Then again, even when the southern USA voted for Democrats, their beliefs and behaviours were very much modern Republican. So nothing has really changed, even after the Civil Rights Act of 1964 and Voting Rights Act of 1965. All that's really happened is that bit by bit the real nature of southern Americans has emerged.

    After all, where and when did the KKK originate ?

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  2. Yibbita yibbita - you can’t make this stuff up.

    On ADH tv, on a portion apparently titled ‘Spectator TV’, you can find the person we still believe to be the Cater’s companion in life, or at least in the untouchable unit in Kirribilli - Rebecca Weisser.

    In this case, interviewing Dame Groan. Ms Weisser starts with some overacting, and attempt at comedy by stuttering with the names of B b b b b bowen, and B b b b b burke, then calling them B1 and B2. The inadvertent comedy comes from Ms Weisser’s own speech impediment - a noticeable lisp. Presumably it is all in order to mock people who stutter, or perhaps I missed some fine point of distinction.

    The interview does not run long enough to set off actual brain damage in a casual viewer.

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EAGDmzJMHzM

    It includes the Dame preening over possible difficulties that Bowen might face in adding transmission capacity to support renewable energy inputs. Seems country folk are largely agin more transmission lines running across their beautiful landscapes.

    No doubt there will be a segment in the future when our Dame shows the enthusiastic support from those same people for nuclear plants in their village - probably set up on the site of the abandoned Shell servo - and which will transmit energy through some technology other than wires? Shades of the ‘laser communications’ ‘Jonesy’ was enthusing over those years ago - until someone pointed out to him that the lasers still had to fire through optical cables.

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    1. I love the way that ADH just shone those white semicircles into her specs so that we mostly just couldn't see the colour of her optics.

      But hey, those farmers have a right to stop those awful transmission lines - they kill birds and bats and make an awful noise whenever the wind blows, you know (just ask Angus). And after all there's nothing that we non-farmer folk do for them - other than buy their produce and subsidise their farms - that would induce them to put up with that.

      Nice to see the very smart Mrs Cater though.

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  3. DP. Enjoy your trip to the most liveable city. Thank you Chadwick for the link a few seconds of that stupid women was enough me and to see the smirking face of that other cockroach was enough to find the key to cut them off.

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  4. Oh dear:

    There’s far more scientific fraud than anyone wants to admit
    https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2023/aug/09/scientific-misconduct-retraction-watch

    I wonder who taught them how to do that ... some bunch of PRIMES, mayhap.

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