Nazi idiots accuse CDC of lowering “normal” testosterone range in plot to turn men gay

In Katamari Damacy games, the King of All Cosmos is said to have the soul of a warrior-poet.

He frequently goes on rampages both stupid and destructive, and in so doing makes work for those around him more caring and responsible.

So, yeah, about right.

Thought of something re ‘diet’ which may grind these peoples’ gears –

I myself got so sick of all the troll level political BS online and on TV – that I switched to cooking shows.

And carried on with reading about cooking online.

I even saw a guy’s personal ad, which instead of raging like these guys, he said something like (and it was for friends, general interest, too) – I like to watch all the PBS cooking shows, who else watches these?

Right here! Me and most people I know.

I took up an interest in cooking because of this! “Nielsen Ratings” (TV) ? – It would be interesting to see what “presidential” press conferences rate if opposite Martha or Jacques.

Or Lidia, or Steve, or the Jazzy Vegetarian – they all have plenty of great recipes to be found online too.

Side note –

We have talked our other friend into making a liquor store + Taco Bell run!!!

I do believe such is healthy as it ‘clears the system’ and what not 🙂

@PaganReader:

Thumbs! SQUEEEEEEEEE! I’m the proud property of a (torbie longhair, possibly Maine Coon) thumbkitty myself. It’s like extra sweetness gets built right in along with the extra toes, eh?

Ahem. Back to topic:

warrior poets

LOLwut? Uh, NO. Anyone who writes dreck like this…

There is a Western-wide War on Men, because the effete low T Globohomo taintlickers that have somehow wormed their way into power and laugh at the plebs assaulted by Diversity™ from behind their gated communities know…they KNOW fam…that testosterone is the elixir of the god emperors, and a million god emperors whose veins flow with the power of T and whose hearts are opened to ethereal channels of connection to their mighty warrior ancestors through their shared high T heritage are the ONLY FOE WITH THE FORCE OF WILL to oust the degenerate elite from their plush sanctums.

…is most certainly NOT a poet, much less a warrior. He’s a barely sentient flying monkey who has figured out how to operate a keyboard, but not how to make a lick of sense thereon.

Or to put it as an actual warrior poet might:

I think that one can safely say
There is no poet in a PUA
Who flingeth shite against the wall
To see how much may stick or fall;
Much less in one who can’t rhapsodize
Without getting jizz in the poor reader’s eyes.

Maybe he’d be able to write better if he weren’t trying to do it one-handed.

@Z&T

My husband and I have been binge watching GUSTO channel. Many, many cooking shows as well as some cultural stuff.

PBS Seattle doesn’t have much in the way of cooking shows. Tends toward BBC mystery shows. (I really miss not getting PBS Detroit anymore *kicks local cable company*)

Aww, thanks everyone! My right knee still aches occasionally whenever someone reads Housman.

In all seriousness, it’s so telling that poet-warriors who actually see combat (Sassoon, Owen, Graves) tend to be very much anti-war. How could they experience the senseless horrors of the trenches and not write about them? The jingoistic macho stuff that Heartiste has in mind generally gets written by people comfortably removed from battle. Ferinstance, Owen wrote “Dulce Et Decorum Est” as a direct reponse to Jessie Pope, who was penning sentimental odes to war that were being used to lure young men to the front.

It’s a pretty straight line of descent to today’s crop of pathetic rah-rah chickenhawks still beating the drum for war: Ted Nugent, Steve Bannon, Donald Trump, Heartiste. Tiny little pretend god-emperors, pushing other men to make the ultimate sacrifice so they can bask in reflected glory. The old lie, indeed.

Whenever I read anything by Weidman, I have an almost irresistable urge to send him a thousand copies of Strunk & White.

Of all the young poets who were lost in World War I, the one whose mature work I miss the most is Wilfred Owen.

I’m addicted to food network. When I want to cook, I tend to look for info in books and online, but sometimes I just want to see alton brown squirt someone with a supersoaker while they try to make fish n chips.

@wwth

My posts have been getting stuck in moderation since I changed my nym. I’m going to email David now. My email address didn’t change (except that one time I used my phone instead of my laptop).

R.e. Ilkley Moor

I’ve been past it a few times on the way to somewhere else, but never actually been.

r.e. Fish and Chips. Everyone knows the best fish and chips comes from Grimsby/Cleethorpes and the fish has to be haddock. Cod is full of worms. 😀

CleverForAGirl: my dietician (ok, actually my partner) mentions there’s increasing literature supporting a vegan Mediterranean diet helping with health outcomes.

There’s plenty of correlation between urbanization, education, and BMI. It’s pretty clear that high BMI does not directly reduce population density through antigravity. The other potential causal links are less clear, though there’s lots of just-so stories.

WWTH: you asked how people can know other people are on food stamps. My guess: they’re not waiting for some to fumble a card — they’re merely noticing the black skin.

Oh good lord, On Ilkla Moor Baht ‘at.

At the Anglican church in Victoria, B.C. that my family went to we once had a Lay Canon who actually was from Yorkshire. (The church tended to end up with annoying priests who would eventually get transferred and be replaced by terrific lay readers who would be only temporary assignments before another priest came in and messed things up again.)

At the big farewell dinner before he left the church, he led the entire congregation in a rousing rendition of On Ilkla Moor Baht ‘at in exactly the same deep resonant voice he used from the pulpit. He was obviously having way too much fun.

That was the first time I’d ever heard the song. It was… surreal.

The Cornish anthem is called ‘Trelawney’, and that’s similarly rousing with a great chorus.

“And will Trelawney live,
Or will Trelawney die?
There’s 20,000 Cornishmen
Would know the reason why.”

Of course I couldn’t resist finding out more. Turns out Trelawney was a bishop caught up in a row about a new prayer book. So he went to some meeting about it. He was never actually in any danger; the worst he risked was being forced into early retirement (on a full pension).

Don’t tell Cornish nationalists that though unless you’re bored with having teeth.

He was never actually in any danger; the worst he risked was being forced into early retirement (on a full pension).

You’re kidding O.O
I always completely assumed Trelawney must have been a leader of an independence movement/an uprising/a something bold etc.
They taught us that song in school. I haz a bewilder.

@ opposablethumbs & diptych

‘would know the reason why’ apparently means ‘you’ll have us to answer to’. Although it seems very few people were that bothered about the affair at the time.

The song originated quite some time afterwards. The tune isn’t even original, it’s from a napoleonic war ballad.

But that’s the Cornish for you. There’s no evidence they ever engaged in wrecking until some vicar published a romantic, but apocryphal, pamphlet about it. Then they all went “that sounds brilliant!” and took it up with a vengeance.

It’s still a tradition. You probably read about how they cleaned out that container ship that ran aground. And I once went with some mates after an ASDA lorry had overturned on a hill. (left it a bit late, just got a few boxes of washing up liquid)