No quote today, but a definition:
Cognitive Dissonance: (noun) The psychological tension that occurs when one holds mutually exclusive beliefs or attitudes and that often motivates people to modify their thoughts and behaviors in order to reduce the tension.
Some examples:
1. Sydney Sweeney: she is either an "empowered" woman making the "choice" to exploit her body for personal gain in the best traditions of feminism...or...she is a closet Nazi promoting the idea of White Supremacy because some idiot does not know the difference between the definition of "jeans" (an article of clothing) and "genes" (a basic biological unit) which arises only because a President you hate and fear happens to be in office.
2. You feel unsafe in your own city because of rising crime, but wish to defund the police because dipshit. The President of the United States calls in the National Guard in both California and the nation's capital to cut down on the crime, the looting, the rioting and general disorder, lowering crime and chaos across the board. And then you somehow feel more afraid, not because the streets are safer, but because you don't like him. Somehow, living in a crime-ridden hellhole wasn't oppressive, but a restoration of law and order is.
3. Gerrymandering districts is fine when you do it, but somehow "threatens" democracy when done by others to reflect electoral realities. So, you flee the state in order to "protect" democracy by ensuring that no democracy takes place due to your absence from democracy.
4. You scream bloody murder that school choice would "destroy the public school system" which is a backhanded way of saying that if parents had a choice, they wouldn't choose a government-run school.
5. ICE agents should have to show ID and identify themselves, but voters should not. One is a harbinger of fascism and the other is somehow "democracy".
I'll keep posting them as they occur...
In other news:
The Idiot's Perspective Podcast has been on hiatus as my stalwart companion, Joe Rice, has been infected -- for like the fifteenth time -- by Chinese Bat Flu, which apparently is as virulent and persistent as herpes (which, thankfully is in remission while he recovers from this new malady). I think by now it has been identified as the "007-Matt-Helm-Secret-Squirrel variant ", which I'm sure will be replaced by the "Rocky-and-Bullwinkle" variant just before Election Day.
Best wishes for a speedy recovery to Joe, who is already making (raspy and phlegmy) noises that he's ready to rumble this coming weekend, which means more diseased (literally and figuratively) commentary for you in the coming weeks. Please do us a favor and hit the like and subscribe buttons when you listen in.
You can find us on X and Spotify, and think we're going to be on Rumble, soon, but don't quote me. I don't really put any work in on this thing, I just show up and talk.
My Own Absence, Explained:
I'm busy, dammit. Work is a bear. This is what happens when you work for a company that largely provides IT services for the government sector at state, city and federal levels: you end up fixing (easily avoidable) mistakes made by affirmative action hires who only have a job because they passed a test written for a third-grade reading level on their 17th attempt.
To describe just one (the IT people out there will be amazed at this one) one customer has a recurring problem trying to load a dummy file into a database which results in the table being locked. A DUMMY FILE. And during your investigation into this issue you discover that not only was this thing somehow miraculously working for 15 years without anyone touching the code, but the code, itself, was written in COBOL. Twenty five years after COBOL was supposed to have become extinct (because Y2K), but also because the geniuses who run these datacenters kept their unionized COBOL programmers who don't know any other language.
That's just one of the variety of cluster fucks I've run into in the last month. The others all typically revolve around some random manager deciding to arbitrarily do something without organizing, documenting or co-ordination with anyone and then denying knowledge of any such change, and if you keep making the accusation -- your irrefutable evidence be damned! -- you'll have to deal with their union.
And you don't have anything to do with their union...That's when you aren't a racist, sexist, misogynist, fascist, homophobe, etc. and you've never met the person on the other end of the Teams call, and so don't anything about their race, sexual preferences or preferred fucking pronouns.
Random Question of the Day:
Is it just here, or do people of a certain sub-Saharan racial group walk in the middle of the street when there's perfectly good, empty sidewalks available in your town, too? And another question: when they do so, it is usually three or four abreast like they do here?
If anyone has any information on this remarkable (and slightly suspect) behavior, please let me know. I'm interested because I can't for the life of me decide if it's just a habit that has a practical reason, a new method of criminal activity, or if it's just Raekwon and Shar'me'ee'ka (I may have misspelt that by leaving out an apostrophe or two) looking to get hit by a careless driver and ginning up a lawsuit?
Random Observation of the Day:
To all the bloated, ugly females shaving their heads and threatening to withhold sex as punishment for the last 9 months:
You aren't really hurting people by denying them something they didn't want in the first place.
I know the topic is old, but I make mention of it here because the water buffalo with a septum ring and safety pins in her eyelids who lives next door decided to do the shaving and the threat to withhold a toxic coochie that hasn't been seen since Columbus discovered it on her front porch was under the mistaken impression that anyone cared.
if someone does care. please tell me which zoo they work at so I can ship this miserable lump of raw, puffy corpulence to them, ASAP.
I'm sure the whole thing wound up on TikTok, which more-and-more is becoming the cyberspace meeting place for the reasonably-ostracized, sexually-frustrated, plus-size libtard who can do nothing but cry about how it sucks to be her (although far be it from me to misgender something vaguely human) all day.
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