'Any newspaper employing the hyphen in place of the Em Dash employs far too many Millennials than is decent or civilised and has lower standards than a dating app for lepers.'
It actually looks more like an en dash to me, but I heartily concur.
It remains remarkable to me that there are people so psychologically stunted, so intellectually enfeebled, and so artistically neutered that they never once stop to consider what good a cigarette, or a couple extra drinks, or indeed any supposedly ill-advised life choice might do someone. There is a very particular type of individual, after all, who is only really alive while sitting in a dark room, sipping rotgut wine, and watching the glow of their cigarette. Subject those people to sunlight and quinoa salad and they will wither and die.
“Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron's cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.” - CS Lewis
I don't smoke, but you go ahead and have my share mate 😉 Thanks for this, we share a sense of humour and I was laughing out loud all the way through this excellent and absolutely correct article. Made my Saturday.
Loved the idea of a dating app for lepers. Nosey parkers is the perfect name for these people. Here where I live they're not too prominent but we still have enough that people can't smoke in bars. At least here in cattle country there's not a lot of anti beef activity.
Do-gooders are the thieves of virtue my friend. The ones that go around forcing others to conform with their state of hypnosis, acting like psychotic human-moles, or better, homo-moles 😆
Nicotine and alcohol are my birthright! As well as my health and my authority! Or the right to choose if I want bio-terrorist injections or neuralink chips in mah body!
So I keep all these good birthrights close to my heart and the only way someone could take them away from me is over my dead body.
Hey I am waaaaay ahead of you on this: "This kind of furtive fascism drives me toward militant wankery."
I think it is just the natural state of a healthy soul. They throw garbage at it, it throws it back.
I drank wine from summer to few weeks ago, than my soul said: HOPS! Bvitamins! BEEEEEEER! CERVEZA!! I can only play along and enjoy myself. Now is the time to add a shot of armagnac to a chezch lager!
Onwards where no man has gone before now. Aaaand its gone!
'Any newspaper employing the hyphen in place of the Em Dash employs far too many Millennials than is decent or civilised and has lower standards than a dating app for lepers.'
It actually looks more like an en dash to me, but I heartily concur.
I added the Em Dash. They used a hyphen (!). Some sick people on this earth.
I went and looked at the original article on the newspaper's website—it looked like an en dash.
Nevertheless, I'm willing to embrace anyone who even knows the difference.
That makes two of us. Cheers!
It remains remarkable to me that there are people so psychologically stunted, so intellectually enfeebled, and so artistically neutered that they never once stop to consider what good a cigarette, or a couple extra drinks, or indeed any supposedly ill-advised life choice might do someone. There is a very particular type of individual, after all, who is only really alive while sitting in a dark room, sipping rotgut wine, and watching the glow of their cigarette. Subject those people to sunlight and quinoa salad and they will wither and die.
"I can only imagine life under the yoke of such do-gooders."
In the words of someone whose name I have forgotten, "You may not live to be 100, but it will seem like it."
Jim Harrison had more soul and wit in one finger than corporate castratos like Trudeau or Newsom have in their entire family trees.
Sadly the free-range humans seem to be dying off, to be replaced with state-managed media-molded zoo animals.
Love, you're up in my 19th-century italics.
Nighthawks is my favourite piece of art, ever.
Hopper was great.
“Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron's cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.” - CS Lewis
The best revenge against the new puritans is living well and not giving a f*ck
I don't smoke, but you go ahead and have my share mate 😉 Thanks for this, we share a sense of humour and I was laughing out loud all the way through this excellent and absolutely correct article. Made my Saturday.
I imagine the people who demand such things of the government can't imagine accomplishment excepting through a crowd.
Loved the idea of a dating app for lepers. Nosey parkers is the perfect name for these people. Here where I live they're not too prominent but we still have enough that people can't smoke in bars. At least here in cattle country there's not a lot of anti beef activity.
Do-gooders are the thieves of virtue my friend. The ones that go around forcing others to conform with their state of hypnosis, acting like psychotic human-moles, or better, homo-moles 😆
Nicotine and alcohol are my birthright! As well as my health and my authority! Or the right to choose if I want bio-terrorist injections or neuralink chips in mah body!
So I keep all these good birthrights close to my heart and the only way someone could take them away from me is over my dead body.
Hey I am waaaaay ahead of you on this: "This kind of furtive fascism drives me toward militant wankery."
I think it is just the natural state of a healthy soul. They throw garbage at it, it throws it back.
I drank wine from summer to few weeks ago, than my soul said: HOPS! Bvitamins! BEEEEEEER! CERVEZA!! I can only play along and enjoy myself. Now is the time to add a shot of armagnac to a chezch lager!
Onwards where no man has gone before now. Aaaand its gone!
Cheers mate, safe!
Mr. Gage, I am still smiling. I think here in the States, we call these pesky children Karens.
At my age, I no longer care about their feelings, and I just tell them to fu@k off.
Of course, my lovely better half would tell you I've had this attitude since she married me.
She did buy me a tee shirt that says, " I like beer and Maybe three people".
I ware it as a badge of honor when force to go where people gather. The shopping mall. The grocery store. College campus.
For some strange reason I make young people cry.
Anyway, another great column, and cheers to you.
Cheers.
I'd be doing you a disservice if I didn't go here and write about it:
https://www.walesonline.co.uk/whats-on/food-drink-news/wales-first-ever-karens-diner-25675915
LMAO, I would like to go, but the trip to Great Britain would cut into my savings.
If you go have pint and tell the waiter or waitres cheers from the states. Then watch the fireworks and smile.