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Boomer sex fizz
Sexual intercourse began
In nineteen sixty-three …
We know what he meant. Human beings were making the beast with two backs long before 1963, as Larkin — born in 1922, vigorously heterosexual, never married — surely knew, but the place of sex in our lives — in our society, in our imaginations — underwent some kind of radical shift in the early 1960s.
In relation to political power, for example. The pre-1960s U.S. Presidency may not have been an unbroken continuum of marital fidelity, but it was surprisingly close to one. The first thirty-four Presidents of the United States were, sexually speaking, a sober lot: the earlier ones quite strikingly so by comparison with their contemporaries in charge of the big old despotic empires.
(You can include female despots in that latter group. Was it Catherine of Russia or the Dowager Empress Cixi of China — pronunciation here — whose favorite retainer was said to be able, while standing upright, to spin a wagon wheel on his erect member? I forget.)
Then along came JFK.
Shirley MacLaine says Marilyn Monroe went to bed with both John F. Kennedy and his brother Robert on the same night.
The Oscar-winner, 90, makes the scandalous claim in her new coffee book, The Wall of Life: Pictures and Stories from this Marvellous Lifetime, which features a photograph from May 19, 1962 — the night Monroe breathlessly sang “Happy Birthday, Mr. President” to JFK.
MacLaine was present at the event and says she attended an afterparty where she saw President Kennedy leave a bedroom with Monroe inside. [New York Post, November 2nd.]
Today, sixty years on, the scenery has of course all changed. There is no 2024 equivalent of Marilyn Monroe or Brigitte Bardot. We are not as reserved as our great-grandparents, but the fizz of Boomer sexuality has calmed down to occasional bubbles.
(As an aside: I’ve always thought the late Martin Gardner was on to something when he remarked the coincidence that the only two letters of the alphabet shaped approximately like the female bosom are “M” and “B,” while the best-known sex symbols of the middle twentieth century had initials “MM” and “BB.” Although Gardner did not mention it, we Brits had a sex symbol of our own in those years: Diana Dors. DD? Hmm …)
In idle moments I sometimes channel-surf through to reruns of the sitcom Two and a Half Men, which aired through the aughts. (From 2003 to 2011 in the Charlie Sheen version, which I much prefer.) The show relies heavily on sexual humor. That makes it a Boomer relic, as I am reminded any time one of my Millennial kids happens to cross the room as I am watching and laughing. My Millenial stops, watches a minute or two stone-faced, then exits with eyes rolling.
Have social scientists come up with general theories about how these shifting currents of sexual attention affect the fate of societies? Of course they have; but I wasn’t acquainted with any of them until late November. Then, scrolling through X, I came across a post by M.A. Franklin, proprietor of the Foundation Father website, which gives advice on fatherhood. Franklin had posted a good long thread on the anthropologist J.D. Unwin, whose dates are 1895-1936.
I had never heard of Unwin. Now I have his 1934 book Sex and Culture on my reading list.
America’s Newspaper of Record Legs
In all the shifting currents of sex-in-society, some things stay fixed.
Opening my New York Post this morning, what should I see occupying most of page three but a leggy young blonde of no very significant news value — brandishing a cigar! Nothing new about that: here are illustrations from the Post for four consecutive days prior.
And here was George Orwell, writing a long lifetime ago:
There is an immense amount of pornography of a mild sort, countless illustrated papers cashing in on women’s legs, but there is no popular literature specializing in the “vulgar,” farcical aspect of sex. [“The Art of Donald McGill” in Horizon, September 1941.]
How I love my New York Post! — the still center in a changing world.
(Legs apart … Sorry! I meant to say, legs aside: I don’t know how things go at the Post in 2024, but in the old Fleet Street tabloids forty years ago, the corner of the newsroom that housed the subeditor responsible for those features was known as the Ts and Bs desk, for “tits and bums.”)
A man of honor
Speaking of Presidential sexuality: Following Donald Trump’s election this month I thought I should flesh out (yeah, yeah) my understanding of the other person to win two non-consecutive terms as President, so I took Henry Graff’s short biography of Grover Cleveland out of my local library.
Before reading Graff my knowledge of Cleveland was rudimentary. I knew the story about the child that he sired before he was married; I knew the ditty it inspired when, a dozen years later, Cleveland was elected President:
Ma, ma, where’s my Pa?
Gone to the White House, ha ha ha!
I knew that, and I knew that Cleveland had behaved honorably towards the child, financing his education. (The boy became a physician.)
I now know that Cleveland may have been double honorable. The boy’s mother, Maria Halpin, was free with her favors. Cleveland was certainly a recipient of those favors. Among others similarly blessed was Oscar Folsom, a dear friend of Cleveland. The child might have been his; Halpin actually named the baby Oscar Folsom Cleveland. It’s also possible that none of those concerned — Cleveland, Folsom, or Halpin — knew who the father was. Graff:
Possibly Miss Halpin did not know who the father was and had selected Cleveland because he was the most likely or because he was the only bachelor among the possibilities. Folsom was a man about town who sought his pleasures of the night. In all likelihood, Cleveland accepted responsibility because of his affection for Folsom, who was killed in a traffic accident in 1875. The gesture honored the memory of his friend and spared his widow and daughter from shame.
If that’s right, Grover Cleveland was a first-class American gentleman.
Rumors of wars
Another ineradicable constant of the human condition, although on a larger organizational scale than sex, is war. There was a surge of pacifist sentiment after both World Wars in revulsion at the appalling mass killings and destruction, but it didn’t last long. The armies were soon marching again. Where armed conflict between nation-states is concerned, homo sapiens can’t keep his pants on.
Of most concern to us this month has been the War Between the World’s Two Most Corrupt White Countries.
I can’t understand why we’re involved in the thing at all. Well, I know of course that we are perforce involved because we’re in NATO; but why are we in NATO? The EU has three times Russia’s population and ten times her wealth, yet they can’t take care of their own defense?
Ukranians clearly wish to have a nation of their own. It would be a shame if they were denied that, so good luck to them in fighting for it. Still, it’s equally a shame that the peoples of Tibet and East Turkestan (“Xinjiang”) can’t have nations of their own, yet no-one in the U.S. government thinks it’s America’s business to do anything about it.
Empires gotta imperialize. So long as they don’t try to seize our territory or maltreat our citizens, let them get on with it.
Looking forward, and assuming civilization survives the current hostilities, there is at least the prospect of a war with no civilian casualties. The October 31st issue of The Economist ran an article headed “Intrigue, greed and hostility burn in the Antarctic.”
The 1961 Antarctic Treaty governing who may do what on the continent is showing serious signs of strain, with Russia and China vetoing every proposal at a recent conference.
Behind these tensions is a new scramble for the Antarctic, intensified by the re-emergence of geopolitical rivalry between great powers, climate change and a race to exploit its resources. Start with the rush by both new and existing Antarctic players to build and expand bases on the continent. China’s activities are growing the fastest. Although it had a late start, only signing the treaty in 1983, it has doubled the number of research bases it operates over the past decade; earlier this year it opened its fifth station, which is equipped with dual-use civil-military satellite monitoring facilities …
Other countries have also become more assertive. Russia has ramped up its investment. In November India will assess designs for a third research station. Saudi Arabia joined the treaty club in May. Iran says it plans to open its first base, claiming “property rights,” even though it is not a party to the treaty. Treaty members may legally build bases. But some of what is happening at them may breach the pact’s prohibitions against military activity and resource extraction.
If war breaks out in Antarctica it will be an entirely military matter. The few hundred nonmilitary personnel currently living there — mostly research scientists of one kind or another — will quickly be evacuated. Antarctica has no towns or cities, no factories, schools, or hospitals, no children or retirees. This might, as I said, be a war with no civilian casualties — possibly the first ever.
The winner could reap a bonanza in oil, gas, and minerals, so there’s plenty of motivation to fight. Let ’em go at it, I say. Just make sure the civilians are evacuated first.
Wasted wit
I took the title of that segment from Matthew 24:6, not very originally. To compensate from the lack of originality, here’s a true story.
Time: late 1973 or early 1974. Place: Domestic interior in a midscale residential district of Queens Borough, New York City. Dramatis personae: Self; girlfriend and her granny, both Chinese immigrants from Hong Kong.
The girlfriend’s aunt and uncle had recently purchased this house in Queens. It was a nice house: roomy and well-equipped. For Granny, who lived with them, it was a palace. She had been raised a peasant in early 20th-century South China. (According to my girlfriend, Granny had first met her husband on their wedding day.)
So Granny was showing us round the house, waxing enthusiastic about all the modern conveniences. She was especially keen for us to notice the latest-model radiators in all the rooms.
The Toishan dialect of Cantonese was opaque to me and Granny was jabbering too fast for my girlfriend to translate properly. Halfway through the tour I was already bored. As Granny directed our attention to yet another radiator, to my girlfriend I murmured: “Rooms, and warmers of rooms.”
She didn’t get it.
The Boredom Fighter
The item in my November 15th podcast about Japan putting into orbit a satellite made of wood continues to generate emails and comments.
That item included the following:
The Japanese scientists running this project are full of optimism about the potential for wood in space exploration. As one of them pointed out to reporters, quote: “Early 1900s airplanes were made of wood,” end quote. Yes, they were. He went on to predict that metal satellites may be banned in future.
It wasn’t just the early-1900s planes that were made of wood. As a commenter noted:
The British had an aircraft in WW2 that was largely made of wood: the Mosquito. It was the most versatile warplane ever, seeing service as a light bomber, for marking targets, reconnaissance, maritime patrol, special operations, night fighter, and who knows what else. It was a beloved aircraft.
Indeed; I remember assembling and painting the plastic model kit — Airfix, I think it was.
And the Mosquito was by no means the end of the line for wooden aircraft. There is, for example, the W11 Boredom Fighter.
When my wife and I moved here to Long Island in early 1992, we found that our neighbors included a fair-sized sub-population of retired engineers from the big aerospace companies. One of them, Don Wolf, lived in the house directly opposite ours.
Don and his wife Ruth helped us settle in, with much good advice about local stores and contractors, and strategies for dealing with the petty bureaucrats in Town Hall. Don and Ruth are at center in this picture of our son’s one-month party in 1995.
Don was at that point long since retired from Grumann. In his later years at the company, knowing he would need a hobby to fight boredom in retirement, he had planned to build a plane of his own design that he could fly just for the fun of it. Hence the W11 Boredom Fighter. His son Don, Jr. explains that:
The W11 is his eleventh airplane design. It is his idea of what would be enjoyable to build and not “boring” to fly. Earlier designs were concepts and ideas that interested him but the W11 is the only airplane design that he completed, constructed, and flew. The design was refined over a period of several years prior to his retirement.
You can buy the plans for a W11 Boredom Fighter from Don, Jr. (who lives one block from us) and build it yourself if inclined.
Old Don passed away some years ago, but he’d be glad to know his plane is still being built and flown.
Hey, Matt …
Matt Gaetz seems not too distressed at his nomination to be U.S. Attorney General having been thwarted by Senate RINOs. Latest I’ve heard, he has no intention of returning to Congress. He’s joined Cameo, a website where you can request personalized video messages from celebrities. For $500 you can now have Matt sing “Happy Birthday” to your Mom.
I seriously doubt Cameo will hold Matt’s attention for long. Not many people who’ve spent fourteen years in politics can resist the lure of the greasy pole. Matt will return somehow, either elected or appointed.
In my November 15th podcast I mentioned my one encounter with Matt Gaetz. That was five years ago, October 2019, at an informal dinner party in Manhattan. I did not think to mention the following, which I recalled after posting the podcast.
As the gathering broke up, Matt left before I did. On his way out I shook hands, offering a polite farewell and … my business card. “In case you need a speechwriter,” I said, not altogether facetiously, as I offered the card. (Before Matt arrived there had been some talk among the earlier guests that Matt might run for the GOP Presidential nomination in 2024.)
Alas, I’ve changed my phone number since that card was printed. My email address is the same, though. I check emails twice a day, Matt …
Math Corner
Browsing in Jon Millington’s wee 2008 collection from the Mother Country Mathematical Snacks I came to Snack Number Ten:
Groups of numbers
If you put whole numbers, starting at 1, into two groups, how far can you get so that no two numbers and their total appear in the same group?
The idea is to plod through the positive whole numbers 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, … writing each one down to make a list, as I just did … except that it is at no point allowed for any number to be in the list if it is equal to the sum of two already listed. I’ll refer to this condition as “additive purity.” (I made that up myself; Jon Millington is not responsible.)
So we start listing: 1, 2, … but 3 is a problem. It violates additive purity, because 1+2 = 3. If we’re only allowed one list, 2 is as far as we can go.
No prob; to accomodate 3 we just start a second list. I’ll refer to the lists as L 1 and L 2 and put each into curly brackets:
L 1 = {1, 2}
L 2 = {3}.
Proceeding: 4 is easy. It goes right into L 1, making it {1, 2, 4}; but then 5 can’t go into L 1, because 1+4 = 5. We can put it into L 2, however, without violating L 2‘s additive purity. The same applies to 6, because 2+4 = 6. We now have
L 1 = {1, 2, 4}
L 2 = {3, 5, 6}
Breezing along, 7 goes nicely into L 1. That, however, means that 8 can’t go into L 1 because 1+7 = 8. Unfortunately 3+5 = 8, so 8 can’t go into L 2 either.
We seem to have reached the limit to how far we can take this. The limit is 7.
But wait! There is nothing in the rules to prevent us moving 7 from L 1 to L 2 and replacing it in L 1 by 8. Neither move violates additive purity.
L 1 = {1, 2, 4, 8}
L 2 = {3, 5, 6, 7}
The number 9, however, is a real game-stopper. It violates additive purity in both lists, because 1+8 = 9 and 3+6 = 9; and there is no way to do the kind of flip we did with 7 and 8. L 1 and L 2, as just shown, are as far as we can go with two lists. The limit is 8.
We could take the matter further by using 9 to start a third list, L 3. Ten would have to go into it, too, since 2+8 = 10 and 3+7 = 10. Eleven, however, could go into L 1 without violating additive purity (although not into L 2 because 5+6 = 11) …
So, brainteaser: The limit for one list is 2, the limit for two lists is 8. What’s the limit for three lists?
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Yep, those early Presidents were true paragons of marital fidelity, just ask the descendants of their slave concubines.
As noted under the two preceding articles, Mr. Derbyshire decided not to have his work published here at TUR, but then changed his mind after a couple months.
Why?
On the Japanese wooden satellite:
A year or two ago I commented somewhere on this website that, as a lad, I had taken part in boat-building. Further I have studied maths, physics, chemistry, engineering …
So, I joked, if my island nation had ever wanted to use wooden rockets for space exploration I was the perfect chap to work on the project.
Many a true word ….
Starting from the maximum numbers that can be included in only two lists
L1 = {1, 2, 4, 8}
L2 = {3, 5, 6, 7}
we continue adding numbers in sequence
L1 = {1, 2, 4, 8}
L2 = {3, 5, 6, 7}
L3 = {9, 10}
At this point since 9+10=19 all numbers between 11 and 18 inclusive can be accommodated by the three lists (specifically L3) no matter what happens in L1 and L2.
Continuing
L1 = {1, 2, 4, 8, 11, 14, 17}
L2 = {3, 5, 6, 7. 15, 16}
L3 = {9, 10, 12, 13, 18}
The next number 19 can be expressed as 17+2, 16+3, or 10+9, so it is excluded from all three lists. Therefore 18 appears to be the highest number that can be accommodated by three lists.
But wait. If we move 17 into L2, as was done with 7 in the original example above, then we get
L1 = {1, 2, 4, 8, 11, 14}
L2 = {3, 5, 6, 7, 15, 16, 17}
L3 = {9, 10, 12, 13, 18}
However, 19 can be expressed as 11+8,16+3 or 10+9, so it is still excluded from all three lists.
Therefore, the highest number that can be accommodated in three lists is 18 (even if swapping is attempted).
I have become so cynical that whenever a woman or a gay man attached to a powerful politician dies from an accident or a suicide, I immediately suspect a convenient murder. Grover Cleveland “a first class American gentleman” has his troublesome woman die in a traffic accident. In about the same era, Lord Rosebery, the British Prime Minister sent flowers to the funeral of a son of the Marquis of Queensbury, rumoured to be his lover. Yes. That Marquis of Queensbury. I can think of three women’s convenient deaths in the Kennedy family. Then there is Stalin and Hitler’s list of dead women.
As regards Chinese imperialism. I considered denying my stepson a holiday in Tibet. Then I conveniently concluded the Chinese occupation of Tibet was murky. Were the Tibetans enslaved by the Chinese or were they liberated from the Lama tyranny?
An artist whose work exploring her Scottish-Sikh identity includes a vintage Ford car draped in a crocheted doily won the UK’s prestigious Turner Prize on Tuesday.
Jasleen Kaur was awarded the £25,000 (US$32,000) prize by actor James Norton during a ceremony at the Tate Britain gallery in London, where works by the four finalists are on display until February.
A jury led by Tate Britain director Alex Farquhar praised the way 38-year-old Kaur “weaves together the personal, political and spiritual” through “unexpected and playful combinations of material”.
https://www.scmp.com/news/world/europe/article/3289231/jasleen-kaur-wins-turner-prize-art-exploring-her-scottish-sikh-identity
What kind of fatal traffic accidents were there in 1875? Of course sometimes people riding horses were thrown and broke their necks, but that doesn’t seem to come under the heading of traffic accidents.
It’s hard to imagine anyone being killed when carriages or stage coaches bumped into one another, which was probably rare anyway.
Overcoming her early blonde bombshell sexpot image, Diana Dors developed into a rather good actress. Her second husband, who went on to join the cast of the long-running TV comedy Hogan’s Heroes and later hosted the popular TV game show Family Feud, was Richard Dawson by whom Dors bore two children.
It is a pleasure to see the “We are doomed” button featuring the flag of the ill-fated SFR Yugoslavia, with its red star replaced by an angry man’s face.
Armand Couperin was run over by a horse-drawn carriage and killed. César Franck was hit by a horse-drawn omnibus and died of his injuries. Those are two deaths in pre-automobile traffic accidents I can think of off the top of my head. I’m sure there are many others. Oh, Felix Mendelssohn was badly injured in a carriage accident. It took him two months to recover and he walked with a limp ever after.
Your kids rolled their eyes? Didn’t know Ching Chongs could do that, and how could you see it?
I see. Thanks for helping satisfy my curiosity.
The loss of César Franck is particularly sad. He is still underappreciated as a composer — his Belgian, “dark” romanticism has perhaps never been as popular as the sweetness of works by French contemporaries like Saint-Saëns. Maybe Franck’s demise in a traffic accident is one reason for his relatively scanty output.
The maths problem is a problem in Ramsey Theory and is the same I believe as the problem of putting the positive integers in different lists so that no list contains a three term arithmetic progression.
President Grant got a traffic summons for reckless driving of his horse drawn carriage about 1875…which he totally ignored….Maybe he ran down someone….
Twenty-first century websites accuse Cleveland of being a “date rapist,” a concept that didn’t exist at the time. I don’t know if that’s true, but I never quite trusted Grover. He entered the White House as a batchelor but married after he was elected. And who did he marry? Frank Folsom, a.k.a. Frances Folsom. She wasn’t trans, but she was the (legitimate) daughter of the same Oscar Folsom you mentioned. As Cleveland was something of a surrogate* father to her, it’s a little Woody Allenish.
And how can you mention Diana Dors without the famous anecdote about her? She was born Diana Mary Fluck. When she returned to Britain the local mayor or councillor was presenting her with an award and wanted to be very careful about her name, so (according to the anecdote) he stumbled and called her “Diana Clunt.”
According to film critic David Thomson, “Dors represented that period between the end of the war and the coming of Lady Chatterley in paperback, a time when sexuality was naughty, repressed, and fit to burst.” So she was sex before there was sex.
* I think I used that word correctly. It may not mean what it did in past years.
I’m guessing getting hit by a train has always qualified as a traffic accident.
Were the Bantus enslaved by Muslims & Europeans or were they liberated from the Stone Age?
Perhaps no contributor to the Unz Review is more deferential to the Israel lobby than is Mr. Derbyshire.
Most such contributors of that persuasion avoid the JQ altogether.
But here we have Derbyshire (by default) endorsing the Jew coup that put the corrupt war criminal Jew Zelensky in power — a Jew who is quite happy getting Christian Ukrainians massacred, while criminalizing their Orthodox Christianity.
Having said that, I seem to recall John having an ominous medical condition (prostrate cancer?) which he does not invoke. Maybe that accounts for his leave of absence (and not his aversion to the JQ).
In any case, John, I’ve enjoyed your good-natured insights since the VDARE days.
I wish you well.
The Bantu were iron-age cultivators. It seems you may be even more stupid than they are.
No, as can be confirmed by the spam comments of his MEH 0910 minion, Derbyshire has been writing all along on his own website since the demise of VDARE. One such was cross-published here before he went AWOL; MEH 0910 attempted to obscure this to use the VDARE demise as the explanation for the absence.
All called and laid out in my comments under the last several in Derbyshire’s TUR archive.
The refusal to own up is typical of the Diffident Right generally, but especially the imported apologist for Uncle Sam and much else of the Establishment.
I know they’re called “railROADs” but you can get hit by a train without an actual road in sight. The proper term seems to be “railroad accident”. Guess in one hand and spit in the other.
Trimming trailing spaces after a period is a sort of forced typographical circumcision. Not cool. Fortunately we have  ee;.
Thanks for setting me straight, assuming Bantu iron tech was developed indigenously.
I said:
“I’m guessing getting hit by a train has always qualified as a traffic accident.”
You replied:
“… you can get hit by a train without an actual road in sight.”
Me:
Do I really need to explain this — you can also get hit by a train while on a road.
I’ll give you an example.
One time when I was riding shotgun for Wells Fargo, bandits on horseback ambushed us and were chasing our stage. We barely made it over the tracks before the train forced the bandits to give up the chase.
We were lucky.
You don’t seem to understand the Venn Diagram of “always” and “also”. If you’re on a stagecoach you’re on a road you stupid idiot. If you’re standing on train tracks with no roads around and get hit, where is traffic?! Show me traffic! You are very very bad man.
Here’s another case for you to fuck up: If you drive a car into an abutment, traffic accident. If a train derails, according to you that’s a traffic accident.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Derbyshire#Personal_life
Derb was laid up during last year’s holiday season with a broken ankle that got infected, but I haven’t read about anything similar happening to Derb this year.
https://www.johnderbyshire.com/Opinions/page.html
Unz Review stopped republishing Radio Derb and his Monthly Diaries from VDARE after VDARE suspended operations. Unz Review has since restarted republishing the Monthly Diaries, but so far it hasn’t restarted republishing Radio Derb.
assuming Bantu iron tech was developed indigenously
That is a strong point: anything anywhere in the Old World could conceivably have been introduced from somewhere else in the Old World. At one time people thought that bronze working in China was introduced from outside China – from Central Asia, I suppose. I don’t know whether that’s still thought to be true.
The megaliths in Western Europe were assumed to have been introduced from Egypt but they have turned out to be older than the ruins that they were thought to have been copies of. Agriculture in Egypt is thought to have been an introduction from Mesopotamia (= Iraq). Agriculture in Europe was introduced from Anatolia (= Turkey).
The taming and use of horses everywhere in the Old World is believed to have been introduced from the steppe north of the Black Sea and Caspian Sea i.e. from south Russia and the Ukraine.
It doesn’t take much to light your fuse, does it?
Let me help you with that. No need to thank me, glad to help:
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“Definition of «traffic accident»
“A traffic accident, also known as a car crash or motor vehicle collision, is an incident that occurs when two or more vehicles collide with each other or with another object such as a tree, pedestrian, or animal. The term can also refer to accidents involving only one vehicle, for example if it collides with road debris or rolls over….”
— ( https://wordtools.ai/definition/traffic+accident )
None of which refutes #20.
You continue to obscure that Derbyshire (i) was published here – albeit briefly – after the VDARE shutdown, (ii) pulled out for about six weeks, but (iii) has since decided to return.
Why?
From the same source:
You are the second recipient of the coveted Stupid Fucking Idiot designation today. I’m sure the SFI family will accept you.
If you’re standing on train tracks with no roads around and get hit, where is traffic?! Show me traffic! You are very very bad man.
Stop cancer in its tracks. Make sure it is “stretched out with face on the ground in adoration or submission
also : lying flat.” (Merriam Webster)
John, take heed.
A less patient teacher may not be as understanding of your limitations as I am, so let’s fill in your blanks together.
Our discussion follows Etruscan Film Star’s whimsical comment:
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“What kind of fatal traffic accidents were there in 1875? Of course sometimes people riding horses were thrown and broke their necks, but that doesn’t seem to come under the heading of traffic accidents.
“It’s hard to imagine anyone being killed when carriages or stage coaches bumped into one another, which was probably rare anyway.”
— ( https://www.unz.com/jderbyshire/november-2024-diary/#comment-6888277 )
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My reply is casually based on his/her casual conjecture that traffic accidents, however rare, could involve stage coaches.
M’kay?
(Knowing now how sensitive you are, please instruct us regarding your preferred pronouns.)
I knew better, but I misspelled “prostate cancer” anyway.
(In my feeble defense, it could be said that all fatal cancers are prostrate cancers.)
I apologize. You are right and I am wrong. I was a fool to think I could challenge the Great Kittle.
Now g’won, suck it, suck it good. Not mine of course, find a hobo and get to suckin’.
Jesus effing Christ on a bicycle. Do you even English bro? “Feeble” is sugarcoating your deficiencies. What if they die lying on their back, the way most cancer patients are stored in accordance with accepted best practices? Feel free to PRESENT a reBUTTal.
Hasbara Jew troll alert.
(Have your handler teach you some manners, your (((potty-mouthed hysteria))) lends credence to the stereotypes.)
Can’t Cope troll alert.
(Have your handler teach you some manners, your {{{feeblicity}}} lends credence to the stereotypes.)
What is it with people here and Jews? Things that are gay in the way high schoolers used to use the word: the triple () tops the list, but there’s also
“Hasbara” (of course)
“pilpul” (a term which no one here uses correctly)
“City of London” (When was the City of London started? A lot of Jews in England then?)
“Synagogue of Satan”
“Sayanim”
“Judeo-Masonic”
and the list goes ever onward. These phrases are the refuge of him who is afraid of life, who dearie me just can’t cope.
If you must know my time is fully occupied with my work as a Russian asset.
No offense meant, Pat. I was just having a bit of fun.
Doesn’t look like you English much.
Good taste isn’t part of your skill set.
I may not have good taste but I’m told I taste good. Praise Pineapple!
It’s a play on an existing common enough English phrase, you might want to consider getting out more. Do you even cope bro?
https://www.quora.com/Whats-the-meaning-of-Do-you-even-lift-bro
https://www.johnderbyshire.com/Opinions/RadioDerb/2024-12-13.html
https://thezman.com/wordpress/?p=33211
Transcript?
https://www.johnderbyshire.com/Opinions/RadioDerb/2024-12-20.html
https://thezman.com/wordpress/?p=33262
That’s only the second time I have seen the name “Fahrquahr” outside “The Incident at Owl’s Bridge”.
Fun facts: I use Peyton Fahrquahr as one of my pen names and Peyton Farcar as my Waze handle.
If the doily was over a GMC Gremlin, the work would make sense.
I thought my previous comment was frivolous, but I just finished scrolling through the thread, and I see it fits right in.
https://www.johnderbyshire.com/Opinions/RadioDerb/2024-12-27.html
https://thezman.com/wordpress/?p=33311
I am reminded of one of the “Top Gun” movies, where the protagonists visit an asian monastery where all the priests took vows of celibacy, like their fathers and their fathers before them.
Dude, be a homosexual on your own time son. Flouncing is not a good look for you. Have you sent your resume to Jodie Foster? Tell her the Hink sent ya.
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https://www.johnderbyshire.com/Opinions/RadioDerb/2025-01-03.html
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