Over on Chateau Heartiste, everybody’s favorite pickup-artist-turned-racist-shithead-with-delusions-of-literary-grandeur Heartiste is getting pretty worked up about Confederate statues and, er, high-speed rail.
The Confederate statues being torn down across the South are just the latest battle fronts opened up by shitlibs who obey the credo that a good offense is the best defense. As the shitlib religion sits on a very shaky foundation that the Maul-Right is currently rupturing with seismic waves of realtalk, it behooves shitlibs to press their hate machine forward, into enemy territory bla bla bla blabbity blab blab bloo bloo.
Ok, I got a little bored there, and you probably did too. He finally comes to the point:
The lesson: never give the Left an inch. They’ll take a parsec. Confederate statues today, books authored by White men tomorrow, until it finally reaches end game: second class status for all Whites outside of a few Acela elites who sufficiently grovel at the altar of anti-Whitism.
Acela elites? Acela is a regional “high speed” rail line on the east coast that can only run at top speed on less than 30 miles of track because our rail infrastructure is so crappy. Apparently the people who ride it are all seeekret Soros race-traitor Illuminati who conduct dark anti-white rituals on the train’s altar cars. Who knew?
@Alan, may I ask if your defense of the buggy driver was successful? It seems unfair that someone who needs motorized ways of getting around should just never be able to get drunk.
@ viscaria
You may indeed. Yes, but on pretty weird grounds. It all hinged on whether the top speed of the buggy was 4mph (in which case it transpires it’s not a motor vehicle) or 8mph (in which case it is a motor vehicle). Over here anything less than 4mph counts as a motorised wheelchair so you can use it on the pavement.
As it happened this particular buggy had a switch so you could set the top speed at either. Luckily my guy had been too pissed to remember what setting he was on and the police had been too busy rescuing him from the ditch to notice (assuming it even crossed their minds).
The CPS weren’t that bothered about potting him (for the reasons you mention), so they were glad of the excuse to drop the case.
Funnily enough he could have been done under the same old law (from 1872) that made drunk in charge of cow an offence. That also mentions ‘carriage’ and was later used to successfully prosecute some drunken idiot on a golf cart.
@Alan Robertshaw:
It’s not unusual to creatively use laws to get at people who tries to creatively circumvent drunk driving laws. Here in Sweden there’s a lot of people who choose to bike when going out for drinks, rather than illegally drive cars, and biking while blotto is not illegal, although the police can stop you from biking if you’re too erratic.
Curiously, though, you can lose your driver’s licence for it. That’s not specific to biking, though, since you can lose it for being drunk on foot. The fact of which came to wider attention when a small-time politician complained to media about having his licence pulled for drunk walking. And one wonders why he felt it was a good idea to tell the world that the police were so god-damned tired of him blindly zig-zagging across the town square that they did this.
I actually thought that when “bla bla bla” appeared in the quote, that had to do with David immediately saying “Okay, I got a little bored there.” Was that in the original?
@ feline
Thanks for that, it’s really interesting. I love a bit of comparative jurisprudence. Funny about the license thing. Over here you can only get points or lose your licence for very specific drunk driving things. So under that old act you can be fined or imprisoned, but it wouldn’t affect your licence.
@Lucrece, @Axe @other behoove-friends I haven’t come across yet in the thread
Count me in. I’m careful about how I use “behoove”, though; like “whom”, it can alienate a listener fast. But it’s a joy to use in the right circles.
To me it always seemed to be related to the word “behave”. One behaves as one is behooved, or something. (I probably got that latter tense all screwed up, but I don’t know how to fix it.) Anyway, the two words probably have nothing to do with each other.
@ Lysistrata:
“Whom” vs “who” is one of my grammarian pet peeves. The subject of a sentence is a person WHO does something. The object is a person to/about/for/etc. WHOM something is done.
The easy way to check is to replace it with “he” and “him”. If “he” fits there, then it’s “who”. If “him” fits there, then it’s “whom”.
I use that pronoun because of the vowel vs. m endings (which makes for an easy mnemonic), and not because of a default male perspective, to be clear. 😉
Sorry, didn’t mean to imply that you don’t already know this. It’s just one of those grammatical rules that makes me twitch when I see it abused.
“Behave” and “behoove” are etymologically unrelated.
@opposablethumbs
“Cleave” is one of the words I love for that quality of having two exactly opposite meanings.
Here’s another: “sanction”.
Another: “stakeholder”.
My favourite: “oversight”.
I know there must be others.
@Collateral Thought
Sigh. Yeah, it didn’t seem likely. Thanks.
(I’m with you on who and whom.)
@collateral
Thanks for your explanation of who and whom for me it was new.
This. There is a difference between using words that you know the meaning of because it’s the right word, and using words that you don’t really know the meaning of because you think it will make you sound smarter. (General you throughout).
@Collateral Thought
Thank you! I’ll have to remember that, it’s a nice straightforward way of remembering the difference.
@ChimericMind:
Yeah, that was what I thought too. The original keeps rambling on for another half a paragraph.
Newt: clearly it’s both front legs, otherwise the word would be to “behoof”.
Lucrece – I too was noted for my extensive vocabulary from a very early age. Part of it was my experience as a stammerer who, with the aid of speech therapy, became fluent. I also grew up in a reading family; I would routinely entertain myself after dinner by reading from the encyclopedia. I have joked that my vocabulary is what can happen when you’re on the spectrum and can’t do math.
Certain writers, such as Clark Ashton Smith, whose fiction glistened with recondite phraseology and archaic terminology, thrilled me with their fireworks of prose.
Regarding the ‘b’ word, Saturday Night Live had a mock PSA in ’76 for the National Uvula Association, with the slogan “It’ll behoove ya to care for your uvula!”.
I can’t believe he actually said “behooves” omg can he try ANY HARDER
Francesca: Speaking of dressing up in lolita fashion (among other looks) and talking about social justice causes on YouTube, check out ContraPoints channel sometime.