The week was not just beyond satire, it was beyond belief - for about the 3,020th time.
The First Thing I Can’t Believe
Is that I have to point this out:
Bonus - noun: something extra.
Hole - noun: an opening or cavity.
Bonus Hole - phrase: an extra opening or cavity.
The Second Thing I Can’t Believe
Is that, according to Jo’s Cervical Cancer Trust, women who think they are men but lack aftermarket man parts, should be spared the embarrassment of having OEM1 lady parts, by having said parts referred to as “an extra opening or cavity”.
The Third Thing I Can’t Believe
Is that I can even be arsed to have these questions:
Why bonus hole? What’s wrong with passion pit or glory hole, seeing as how we’re messing with the only universal language we have anyway?
How come it’s an extra opening or cavity? Must there be some other hole, possibly in the head, as well?
I would order a whisky and hemlock for the stupid, were it not for the lovely sane folk who make this weekly feature possible. Onward to my celebration of satire.
posted Germany's "Post-Vac Syndrome", a short piece on the German government’s obstinate refusal to notice that the jabs are causing harm, by inventing a new syndrome to explain it - maybe they consulted that dodgy chat AI thingy to come up with that?
Alas for the vaccinators, somebody at Focus has gotten up to some unapproved noticing, and cottoned on to the fact that half of all Post-Vac Syndrome diagnoses the world over occur in Germany – a country with 1% of the world’s population, where Post-Vac Syndrome just happens to be promoted heavily by journalists and even the Health Minister
Then, on Saturday, eugyppius announced Breaking News about some deranged woke professor (triple redundancy alert) name of Wachter, who has caught covid despite being vaxxed to within an inch of his tenure.
There are distinct signs of a eugyppian schadenboner in this post, despite his disclaimer relating to Wachter having fainted and banged his head when he failed to heed his own advice against showering while “dehydrated and flu-ish”.
Wachter is a double bivalent vaccinee, which I guess means he’s had at least six doses, but since his last injection was in April, he’s passed beyond the penumbrous “window of protection” that accrues to participants in the mRNA sacrament. He still masks “on planes & in crowded rooms,” but – and it is hard to imagine this level of recklessness – he confesses that he now drinks and eats inside.
Me, innocently looking at my karma poster.
My favourite stoic joins in the snarkfun this week with Meritocracy & Feudalism. Summarizing or quoting from this, a serious post, would be pointless, were it not for the very end of it, where Michael serves up a dash of pepper-up-the-nose (my emphasis):
I went to this fabulous party in the Hamptons, invited as I was by a good looking woman I happened to met in Brooklyn. So I manage to take a train and a cab to this ridiculously manicured house in Gigazansett or some such and I kind of tiptoe around the big lawn until I find my friend. She introduces me while I keep my hands behind my back, lest someone identify my $100 Fossil watch. After a sip of champagne I get to meet one of the people who takes me around the house showing off the furniture and paintings. After a minute of being shown my place I say, but I bet I’ve got something you don’t have. In fact, you may never get it. Enough.
Bravissmo! Real time, peer-to-peer snark.
in Race Matters Until It Doesn't Matter brings us up to date with the latest Caliphornian race nonsense with:
As I’ve been saying, Democrats in the California Assembly Public Safety Committee killed a bill yesterday that would have defined the sexual trafficking of children as a serious felony. Recorded video of the committee hearing was posted late last night, and you can watch the discussion of the sex trafficking bill here by fast-forwarding to 1:50:02 or so. It’s an extraordinary discussion.
Then hits it with a trademark Chris-Bray-lightning-bolt:
So yes, the enhanced sentencing of people who repeatedly traffic children for sex would probably produce racial disparities in sentencing, because the victims and perpetrators are more likely to be black. How unfair. Obviously, trafficked children need to be more scrupulous about being sold and raped by a racially diverse group of criminals. Society needs the balance.
and
There’s more to say about this hearing, but it begins to feel like I’m saying that we haven’t eaten all the shit on our plate.
Actually, we cannot possibly.
Next, in Power Versus Information Chris highlights one of my pettest of pet peeves:
What strikes me at this moment is that an entire culture of fierce competitors have climbed ladders to nowhere, rising as empty people in ruined systems. Alleged leaders are wholly useless symbol-performers, doing nothing but doing it with a keen eye to the way the nothing will show up on social media. The technocratic managerial elite are on TikTok, insert own paragraph on implications here.
But through all of that amazing emptiness, it’s getting easier and easier to see.
Implications in sequence:
Most-equal Useless Eaters have caviar while exhorting Least-equal Useful Eaters to get their own bugs.
TSHTF.
Useless Eaters go “Share”. Useful Eaters go “Notsofast Useless - I gotta gun and can forage - what you got?”
has written a great piece on Marija Gimbutas, an important researcher into the origin of Indo-European languages, who later in life seemed to fall into a bizarre form of cognitive decline. He writes with authority, leavened with witty asides and a delightfully light touch of snark (my emphasis).
Gimbutas was born into prominence, fell into poverty and obscurity fleeing multiple armies and oppressive governments, worked her way through sheer force of will through a range of demanding academic programs in multiple disciplines, became a superstar through a series of groundbreaking works that culminated in solving the problem of IE origins, and then traded all of that in at the end of her career to write a collection of New Age feminist cringebait that had her peers and colleagues doing the academic equivalent of the awkward collar tug in print.
and
Like a Freudian on a phallic scavenger hunt, she saw mysterious lady parts under every rock in Europe
Bonus: The graphics and their captions add another dimension.
in On the aristocracy of merit reminds us that snark must make a point, preferably a moral one - it’s not enough to be sarcastic. Before he gets to the snark, Antonio also explains something important about the evolution of language over time:
It’s fairly common for words to go from having a positive or neutral connotation to a negative one. Take the very appropriate example of ‘smug’: it once meant ‘trim, smartly dressed, neat’, and eventually came to mean someone too enamored of their own achievements or stature. The reverse is rarer: we don’t often imbue positive meaning to something that was once a pejorative. A prime example of this linguistic retrofitting is ‘meritocracy’: once a neologism coined in a political dystopia novel meant to satirize the class which it described (a portmanteau of ‘merit’ and ‘aristocracy’), it’s now proudly bandied about by everyone from elites to educators.
Then he swoops on the idea that academically credentialed elites are summit-dwelling meritocrats with;
…. picking someone from the Andover-Harvard-McKinsey assembly line isn’t going to help you deal with Pasthun tribesmen in Afghanistan (or anything outside of the elite bubble really), because they’re just hoop-jumping gunners with little in the way of civic virtue or intellectual breadth. To elevate a certain kind of analytical smarts, which happen to work well in a technologically-enabled society of consumerism and transactionalism, as the absolute measuring stick of merit is one-dimensional and, frankly, obtuse.
I see, their summits are flattened molehills.
in On Breaking Climate Records -- And Not Panicking points out how easy it is to lie while speaking ‘the truth’, the trick being to leave out something important that will torpedo your ‘truth’.
Last week there was a heat wave—of hot propaganda. Many boasted it was the hottest day evah. The record was broke by a hundredth of a degree, or maybe it was two hundredths. The glee behind these claims was unmistakable. But global warming has its own version of Steve Sailer in Tony Heller, who was quick to point out this picture
William’s makes (at least) three points - chastise me if there are more; I can take it if it means getting a comment:
Failure to disclose the uncertainty of a measurement is to lie by omission - my words - William is polite, it’s “always a disservice”.
That it is much easier to break a record set over a short time than if a record was set over a longer time.
That it is even easier to break records if the data are modeled - example with snark built in:
Satellites have been lofting away for about 45 short years. Humans have been roaming around for millennia. It’s easy to break a record of only 45 years, and hard to break one of thousands. It’s especially easy to break a modeled record, which is what the satellite record is: model output. You didn’t think satellites were lowering thermometers through the atmosphere, did you?
He sums up with a cutting finale:
So. If you want to say a record has been broken, even using the propaganda phrase “since records have been kept”, you can’t make it. Not with reasonable certainty.
This Week’s SnarkLord - William M Briggs
OEM - Original Equipment Manufacturer
How come it’s an extra opening or cavity?
It's not, it's just the crazy Marxists trying to erase women again.
If a woman thinks she's a man, then she's a man
If a man thinks he's a woman, then he a man in dress.
Lesbians are just women who want to be men.
There are breastfeeders and birthing parents, both of which are normally women, but the crazy people can't accept that.
Three mentions in three excellent digests. I’m so honored by all the kind shout outs.