Let us maintain the great tradition of this blog:
Because something good had to come out of 2025, and these chaps and chapettes were it. Particularly the Pomeranian chasing the bear out of that house. Let us at least get 2026 off to a good start.
Let us maintain the great tradition of this blog:
Because something good had to come out of 2025, and these chaps and chapettes were it. Particularly the Pomeranian chasing the bear out of that house. Let us at least get 2026 off to a good start.
Obviously I haven’t felt much like writing stuff in the last few days, which is not to say that at least some kind of fun stuff has happened amidst the horrors… and right-wing media’s meltdown over the legacy of Charlie Kirk has been one of them:
Now, this is in some respects just a continuation of the existing feud between Klandace and Benji Bear, but even so it’s kind of amazing just how far the former is willing to push it. The general right-wing freakout about the Charlie Kirk aftermath and what’s happening at Turning Point USA is too silly to talk about—it will fill books in years to come, but I can’t be arsed right now—but seeing all these dreadful people losing the plot is rather lovely. Ben has been losing it as much as any of them, of course, though certainly not as much as her… I mean, Candace is the person who said Hitler would’ve been perfectly fine if he’d just limited his ambitions to Germany, but I feel this is her going far beyond her personal issues with Boon Shabibula and her beef with the state of Israel, both legitimate targets, into hatred of Jews in general, not legitimate targets. She’s an even better useful idiot for the far right than Ben is, really, and her “black people’s problem is not white people” bullshit in this video is going to age VERY badly if the racists she’s pandering to ever get that ethnostate they want, even worse than his will…

Godfuckingdamn. Everyone’s been going off at Fucker lately for interviewing the Nazi Fuentes, but I think he deserves more of a beating for reminding us all of THIS cunt (and didn’t he “stop” being gay at some point?) and making him “relevant” again…
…I presume, too, this is why he had gayness on the brain in this peculiar conversation. I’ve said before that Piers Morgan is a thoroughly odd figure, in that he usually gets things wrong but occasionally he gets outfuckwitted by someone else to the point where he gets it right instead… and oh my, this is one of those instances and then some; he is clearly out of his depth against Carlson’s obsession. I don’t know if I agree with Kyle Kulinski’s theory that the latter is hopped up on nicotine of all things, but then again I’ve never ingested as much of that stuff as Carlson apparently has so I don’t really know if it can do this sort of thing to you. He’s hopped up on something at any rate…
The astounding tale of Sean Dunn appears to have reached its end:
A former Department of Justice employee who threw a sandwich at a federal agent during Donald Trump’s law enforcement surge in Washington DC was found not guilty of assault by a DC jury on Thursday in the latest legal rebuke of the federal intervention.
Sean Charles Dunn, a former justice department paralegal, became a symbol of the resistance to Trump’s occupation in the nation’s capital when video of him, clad in a pink polo shirt and shorts, throwing a sandwich at a Customs and Border Protection (CBP) agent, wearing a bulletproof vest, went viral.
“Why are you here? I don’t want you in my city!” Dunn shouted at the officers on 10 August, calling them “fascists”. After throwing the sandwich, he took off running.
Dunn’s lawyers argued his sandwich throw was a “harmless gesture” meant as an act of protest. In a city under federal siege, the incident served as a rallying point, with posters showing Dunn mid-throw popping up around the district. Prosecutors said Dunn knew he didn’t have a right to throw the sandwich at the agent, and that his speech was not the issue, but that he threw a sandwich at a federal officer “at point-blank range”. […]
The jury acquittal was another example of DC residents pushing back on federal troops in their city. Grand juries have in several instances, including Dunn’s, refused to indict people with assaulting officers as the US attorney Jeanine Pirro has pushed for felonies.
The man who was hit with the sandwich was CBP agent Gregory Lairmore, who told the jury earlier this week that the sandwich “kind of exploded all over my uniform” and “smelled of onions and mustard”, according to the Washington Post. The defense pushed back, as it appeared in imagery from the scene that the sandwich did not leave its wrapper.
What a transcendently ludicrous situation this was from the start, and that’s a third failure on Jeanine Pirro’s part to get an indictment out of it. Mind you, though I said the story appears to be over, I wouldn’t be surprised if they go for a fourth, just to make sure. In conclusion, Colbert:
I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned Ethan Klein on here before; suffice to say I think he’s a pretty shabby individual who was probably never an especially good guy, but since the October 7 attack by Hamas his non-stop Israel apologism, accompanied by grotesque racism towards Arabs (including his own former friend and co-host Hasan Piker), has frankly turned him into one of Youtube’s least pleasant inhabitants. The longer it’s gone on, the more he seems to be overwhelmed by main character syndrome, and his fondness for lawsuits against his critics isn’t helping him any either. I look better and younger at 50 than he does at 40. Hate ages you, indeed. Suffice to say Aamon gives him what he deserves.
I remain perplexed by the whole rapture thing from last week, mostly by why there was so much hysteria about this particular instance compared with its predecessors… I mean, did Harold Camping generate this much fuss? I can’t remember but I don’t think he did… then again he didn’t have idiots on Tiktok to push his particular idiocy. Youtube has been abuzz for days with videos about the non-event, obviously, of which I particularly want to note this one:
Savannah Marie mostly does anti-MLM content, but she also comes to this as a lapsed Christian herself, so she has a certain sympathy that not many of the other creators I’ve seen discussing it have had. I’ll take the liberty of quoting myself from her comments section (the Australian guy I mentioned appears a couple of times, with the bit I was particularly referencing around the 51 minute mark; the “let’s fly 9/25” thing was, according to him, the date Jesus gave him which he interpreted as September 25th—i.e. in American style and notably after the supposed rapture date—rather than the ninth month of 2025 as we would here in Oz):
The ones that bothered me were the mothers saying their children wouldn’t be getting raptured with them. I saw one by someone claiming a neighbour of hers surrendered her own child to child protective services because she thought she would be raptured but somehow the child wouldn’t. That “prepper” woman is, I think, the same one I’ve seen in other videos; she at least seems to have some kind of self-awareness, she says her own kids laugh at her over what she believes and she acknowledges how strange if not mad it seems.
I’m very perplexed by the Australian guy. Not only because we don’t usually get caught up in this sort of bullshit like American Christians do, but “let’s fly 9/25”? MATE. We use dd/mm/yyyy in Australia. 9/25 is not an actual date here. If God is speaking to someone in this country, why would he be using the American dating convention instead of the right one? Plus it’s the 27th here now, so… how much further do you want to shift those goalposts?
Well, Joshua’s answer to that at least is, apparently, October the 7th or 8th, because he didn’t realise that Jesus works on the Julian calendar and not the Gregorian. UM… really? I don’t know enough about my Roman history to know whether or not the Romans insisted on their calendar being imposed throughout the empire, but I feel like a middle eastern Jew like Jesus (because yes, that’s what he was) would be operating more to whatever the Hebrew calendar of the period was. Whatever, though, it looks like we all have some more of this shit to look forward to next week…
I’ve passed the point where I can even muster a basic platitude about murder being terrible. Rebecca Watson, it should be said, is correct in what she says at the end of this video: empathy really IS one of the best things about humanity. That’s exactly why mine is generally limited to those who actually deserve it, rather than, you know, THAT individual who didn’t believe it was even a thing. Fuck him. Remember I said the other day that I didn’t want him dead? I still don’t, because of how he’s being exploited in death by MAGA. Charlie himself I don’t give a fuck about. I’m done with all of these people. I’m done with this fucking world I live in. It’s like that right now.
THIS was a hell of a thing to see tonight, and it’s left me weirdly uncomfortable for some reason.

I gather that this was the almost entirety of the cast and crew of the production of The Man With the Flower in His Mouth, the first play shown on British television back in July 1930. Forty years later. almost everyone in that photo (including all three of the cast) was still alive and accordingly appeared on some BBC show called Review to show how it was done using the original Baird 30-line gear, a period microphone, etc.
And it just felt… strange. Not least because, obviously, the 1930 technology was so limited compared to what the BBC had by 1970 (never mind how much further it’s progressed since then); this performance certainly did give what I imagine was a pretty accurate reconstruction of how the 1930 production looked and sounded, and it’s quite fun to imagine TV as we know it blossoming from… this thing. But it was more than that somehow. There was something a bit “unco” (to use a good Scottish word Baird himself might have used) going on. Like ghosts being summoned.
I mean, even if you don’t consciously register it, there’s always ghosts being called up whenever you engage in some old media where the people involved have left this world behind, but this had some very particular ones. One of those ghosts, obviously, was that of the original production, which vanished into the ether as soon as it was finished in those days before recording. Though the actors were 40 years older by then, it was still the same actors as in the 1930 broadcast, and indeed the same crew. I suppose, too, there’s also the ghost of the long-dead production method as well, finally defeated in 1936 by Marconi’s electronic camera system.
But, like I said, there was more it than just watching an old TV show… I don’t know anything about Review; with a name like that I can’t exactly find much information. What sort of show even was it? How much of it did the BBC keep? (I mean this is the BBC we’re talking about here; as I’ve been saying for a long time, if the BBC made something before about 1978 and it still exists, it almost certainly does so by accident rather than design.) Is anyone involved with it still with us, like the original Man With the Flower team were for them? I suspect Review is as lost to history as most of the BBC’s programming from that period, and watching it tonight in 2025 on the BBC’s Youtube archive channel was kind of summoning its ghost just as the show itself was trying to summon that of the 1930 play. Ghost within a ghost?
I don’t know how to really express it, nor indeed why I’m trying to do so; yet again, I’m sure this is something that only I even notice or care about. For whatever reason, though, there was something kind of uncanny about watching this TV show that’s even further in time from us now than the TV show it was about was from them when they made it, those people who were still alive then wouldn’t be for much longer…
Thiscomes interestingly timed after that bullshit the other day where Aaron Lewis was whining about being later than everyone else to realise “Born in the USA” actually wasn’t the ra-ra anthem he thought it was… this is the so-called “Electric Nebraska” version; having done the home recordings that turned into the Nebraska album, Bruce then tried to work up full band versions of those songs but wasn’t happy with the results and scrapped them (until now, with an expanded Nebraska featuring those E Street Band recordings coming out soon). However, the sessions had produced a number of other songs that would be reworked for Born in the USA, including the title track… whether or not the 1982 version above is better as such than the 1984 one is obviously a matter of taste, though I think it might actually be. And, either way, it’s different enough in its approach that even Aaron Lewis might realise the bitterness underpinning it.
So I heard this in full for the first time today:
“Everyone’s Gone to the Moon” by Jonathan King, a song I’d heard of but never properly heard until now; it was a fairly substantial hit in its day (1965) but somehow it completely bypassed me until this afternoon. I can only assume that at least part of why that should be is down to King’s later, er, career as a convicted sex offender, you know, a bit like why you don’t hear much from Gary Glitter any more… But there is another song I have known for a lot of years that suddenly shone in a new light after hearing this one:
The Humblebums featuring Billy Connolly in 1969 (before Gerry Rafferty joined), with “Why Don’t They Come Back to Dunoon”. I actually only have this on cassette so haven’t been able to listen to it in I don’t know how many years, but “Dunoon” has always been my favourite song on it… and, listening to the King song today, I suddenly realised “Dunoon” had an earlier model. Not an exact match, but near enough…

…Indeed, had I ever done any discographical research into the Big Yin, I might actually have discovered this fact years ago, cos there it is right there on the label of the First Collection album. This is, obviously, a somewhat meaningless discovery but I’m kind of amused to have finally made it; as for which of the two I ultimately prefer, well, there’s an undeniably appealing wistful quality to the original, but, you know, the pedophile thing. So I think Billy & Tam win by default.
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